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 Swedish Heat (mg, 1st, cons) By Fuzzie Tanner

   I was about 5'2" tall and weighed about 110 pounds.  I was slender but
not skinny.  My breasts had grown from little buds to swells that might
fill a teacup.  My nipples had also grown quite a bit and had begun to
darken.  My hips and bottom were just beginning to flesh out a little.  I
had dishwater blonde hair that was straight and short, brushed sideways. 
My eyes were hazel and I had the classic Swedish long nose and wide mouth.
My eyebrows and eyelashes were full and dark.  I was cute enough but
thought I needed blonder hair to really be beautiful.

   Down there, my hips had developed into a much more feminine shape and my
vulva had become significantly bigger and more defined.  I even had a small
fan of short, tawny hair spreading across my mons.  The inner areas of my
vulva were developing much faster than the outer lips could contain and
were prominent even when I wasn't aroused.  As it turned out, it would be
another 10 months before I had my first period.

   Adrian was very blond with strikingly dark eyebrows and eyelashes.  His
eyes were a deep, deep blue and he had the same long nose and wide mouth
that I did.  He was slender, just on the verge of being skinny.  I had
temporarily caught up to him in height that year and was maybe even a
little taller.  He wore his hair shaggy and a little longer than mine.  To
his annoyance, many people thought he was a girl at first glance.

   It was the Winter of 1997.  My cousin Adrian and I (Annika) had just
arrived at our great-grandparents' farmhouse near Simrishamn, a beautiful
town of red-tile roofs on the southeast coast of Sweden, right on the
Baltic Sea.  The two of us had spent part of our winter break there with
our great-grandparents for the past several years.  We were very close in
age.  That year, I was about 12-and-a-half and he had recently turned 13.

   There was a courtyard out back that held farm equipment that the hired
hands used at planting and harvesting time.  It also held a nice sauna with
a wood-burning furnace that Adrian and I loved.

   That year, our great-grandparents had installed an electric sauna inside
their house because slipping and falling had become a real concern for
them. Since the indoor sauna was too small for the four of us, they let us
have the outdoor one all to ourselves.

   We immediately proceeded to make it kid-friendly by piling a bunch of
old comforters on the floor and stocking it with our favorite games.  We
even took a battery-operated CD player with us.  Heat wasn't a problem
since we both preferred it very low if we were going to be out there for
very long.

   We quickly got into a routine of spending an hour or so out there early
in the morning, then baking, decorating, and snuggling in front of the TV
with our great-grandparents, then going back out for a couple more hours
after supper if there wasn't anything good on TV.

   It had been a little awkward when we stripped for the first time.  Both
of our bodies had changed quite a bit since the last time we'd seen each
other naked.  While he'd grown noticeably down there the previous year,
he'd grown a lot more this year.  I was a little surprised that he didn't
seem to have a speck of hair yet, though.

   His erection wasted no time in presenting itself, and I noticed that it
had grown from about 3 inches to nearly 5 inches and was now thick as a
garden hose.  The year before it had only been about as thick as my thumb.
Seeing his boner was nothing new to me since we'd had the sauna to
ourselves on plenty of occasions over the years and had used our privacy to
fully explore each other with our eyes and hands.

   Another thing noticeably different about his penis was that the foreskin
now opened up to let the shiny mushroom shaped head peek out.  Always
before, it had stayed closed like a little nipple even when he was hard.

   His scrotum was still smooth and hairless but it had grown quite a bit
larger as well.  The previous year it might have filled a half of a golf
ball.  This year, it could probably have filled half of a racquet ball. 
The balls themselves were also larger and now hung heavily inside his silky
sack.

   That first morning, we just sat across from each other and talked.  It
didn't take long for the awkwardness to wear off and we soon felt very
comfortable with each other and with our nakedness.

   By unspoken agreement, we each allowed the other to get a good view of
our pubescent genitals as we relaxed and chatted about our friends, schools
and families.  His erection never softened like it had in previous years.
It also excited me a lot more than it ever had before.  It made my clitoris
throb and caused a strange aching emptiness to form deep inside my belly. I
wondered if he could see the nearly constant flow of juice dripping from my
vagina onto the towel beneath me.  Maybe that was what was keeping him so
hard.

   "We should probably go in soon," I said when our conversation finally
hit a lull after an hour or so.

   He grimaced and said "yeah", but then he bit his lower lip and looked
down between his legs.

   "Is it going to be OK?" I asked, nodding toward his throbbing erection.

   "Yeah, the cold will probably make it go down but my nuts are going to
ache for a while," he said as he shifted uncomfortably.

   I'd noticed that his scrotum had been drawn up tightly beneath his penis
for a long time.  Whatever muscles were doing that must have been really
cramping up at that point.

   "Do they need to, um... e-jac-u-late?" I asked, carefully pronouncing
the word I'd learned in school.  "Maybe that will help them relax."

   He flashed me his adorable impish grin.  "That would be a much better
solution," he said with great conviction.

   "I... I can help if you want," I offered, trying not to sound too eager.

   "Uh, sure!  I mean, if you really want to," he said.  Then he bit his
lip and looked down at his erection, suddenly shy.  It was so adorable.  He
obviously had no idea what to do next because he didn't know how I intended
to help.  I know what he was hoping for, but I wasn't ready to go quite
that far - yet.

   "It's like milking a cow, right?  Like when we were playing around last
year." I offered.

   "Oh!  Yeah, that's pretty much it," he said.  He got up and then sat
down on the wooden bench right in front of me.  His hard cock waved in
front of my face the whole way.

   I positioned myself on my knees in front of him and rubbed my palms on
his soft, hairless thighs to warm them.  That made his erection sway
hypnotically before my eyes and my mouth watered at the sight.  When I
thought my hands were warm enough, I reached out and wrapped his penis in
my fist.  It filled it up nicely, with an inch or so sticking out of the
top, including the reddish-purple mushroom that was poking from his
foreskin.

   He gasped and his whole body jerked as soon as he felt me touch it.  I
knew he wasn't in pain so I wasted no time starting to jerk the loose skin
up and down.  It gave me an unexpected sense of contentment to massage his
stiff penis, as if I had some sort of primitive need to satisfy an erection
buried somewhere deep inside me.

   He began to pant heavily.  "Oh, that feels good," he gasped.

   "I like it too," I admitted.  My clitoris was buzzing like a bumble bee
and my vagina was getting very wet.

   He was pulsing and throbbing in my hand.  His balls were churning in
their sack.  Up close, I noticed that he had a little bit of blond fuzz on
his scrotum.

   "Oh wow," he grunted as he leaned back and grimaced.  "I don't think I
can hold it."

   "Cum whenever you want," I whispered, locking my eyes on the slimy red
crown.  I didn't want to miss it when he started to squirt.  I'd never seen
an ejaculation before.

   Then his scrotum pulled tightly up against the base of his penis.  He
leaned forward and grabbed the bench with both hands.  Something told me to
jerk him faster, so I did.

   I heard him stop breathing for a few seconds as his whole body tensed
up. Then his right hand flew over to cover mine and hold it still.  He
gasped as his body suddenly relaxed again.  His penis swelled, then started
to throb strongly in my fist.  I squeezed gently and a spurt of thin white
fluid spurted out of the tip.  He was leaning forward so it hit him in the
chest.  He throbbed again and sent another squirt to a spot just below
where the first had struck.  After that, the spurts got much smaller.  They
arced between us and fell onto the floor.  After that, his semen just
dribbled onto our hands.

   It obviously felt good for him to get rid of that stuff because he
continued to squeeze it out for a long time.  Our hands were covered with
the warm, sticky fluid by the time he finally stopped throbbing against my
palm.  I loved every moment of it and felt a warm glow of satisfaction when
he finally started to get soft.  I had a strange desire to lap up all of
his semen but settled for tasting a drop from one of my fingers when he
wasn't looking.  Delicious!

   "Whew, that was great!  Thanks." He finally gasped, then got up to find
a towel to clean himself with.  I admired his fleshy round bottom as he
walked away.

   I was now hornier than I'd ever been in my life, but I had no way to
take care of it.  With a sigh, I just cleaned the juices off my vulva and
bottom, then got dressed.

   As if reading my thoughts, he promised to take care of me later.

   It felt like the longest day of my life.  From time to time, he would
meet my eyes and silently communicate that he remembered his promise.  My
mind kept fantasizing about what he was going to do.  It kept me in such a
state that I had to put new tissues in my panties every half hour or so.

   Evening finally arrived and we made our way back out to the sauna.  I
was shivering, but not from the cold.  I could tell he was excited, too.  I
think we both somehow knew that we were going to go all the way.

   I stripped while he built the fire, then lay down on the blankets and
waited for him.  Soon he was stripping, too.  I was happy to see that he
was already hard.  I'd been laying on my side as I watched him, but rolled
languidly onto my back with my thighs part-way open as he lay down next to
me.  It was my way letting him know that I was ready to let him do whatever
he wanted.

   He put his hand on my tummy and began to move it in a circle.  It was
warm and slightly calloused.  The slightly rough texture felt wonderful
against my soft skin.  The circles gradually widened until they included my
mons and my breasts.  My pussy felt so hot that even the sauna air seemed
cool against it.  The rest of me, however, began to relax under his touch
and my eyes drifted shut.

   Eventually, his hand began to circle one breast, then squeeze it gently.
I sighed softly, then felt his lips wrap around the nipple of my other
breast and begin to suck it slowly.  His soft lips and warm mouth on the
sensitive bud almost made me cry out.  Encouraged, he began to nibble and
lick it for all he was worth.  When he had me writhing in ecstasy, he moved
his body on top of mine and placed his sucking mouth over the dry nipple
while he raised his other arm to massage the wet one.

   I felt his throbbing penis fall against my clitoris and the inner folds
of my vulva.  His cool round balls pressed against the entrance to my
vagina and immediately became wet and slippery with my juices.  He pressed
himself close and began to thrust himself against me while he sucked my
nipple.  I pushed my hips upward to maximize his contact with my clitoris.

   A few delicious scrapes against the velvety underside of his penis, and
I was cumming hard.  I went wild beneath him, tossing, turning, and humping
him wildly.  It was all I could do not to scream out in pleasure.  My
juices flowed out in waves, coating his silky ball sack with my nectar. 
Poor Adrian was barely 13.  I'm sure he wanted to last much longer than he
did.

   He probably couldn't have imagined that I'd suddenly go wild beneath him
with such a powerful orgasm.  Our rutting genitals were now covered with my
warm, slippery juices.  His foreskin was pulled back and the crown was
rubbing wetly between our undulating tummies.  His young cock suddenly
swelled between us.

   With a surprised grunt, Adrian came.  Warm fluid began to spurt from his
hairless loins and spread between our tightly pressed bodies.  I grabbed
his sweaty bottom with both hands and pulled him tightly against me as I
ground my spasming pussy against him.  Distantly, I heard Adrian's
high-pitched whimpers of pure ecstasy as he joyfully emptied his young
balls between us.

   Our bodies ground together with a gradually slowing motion.  Adrian's
cock finally stopped spurting and began to soften, but only a little.  I
let my hips drop back onto the blanket as I fought to breathe beneath his
limp weight.  He finally recovered enough to lift himself and kneel between
my now widely spread legs.  I saw his eyes widen at the sight and his lips
tighten as he tried to hold back a smile.

   "I guess we made a mess, huh?" I asked.

   He met my eyes and nodded, finally breaking into giggles.  I giggled
back.  I think we were both pretty giddy from the powerful pleasure we'd
just experienced with each other.

   Adrian grabbed a towel, then proceeded to clean us up as much as
possible.  I was still widely displayed in front of him.  I'm sure that I
was still red and damp down there, but he seemed to like what he was
seeing. I was pleased to see that his penis was still sticking out proudly
from its hairless base.  He gave me a mischievous look, then bent down and
placed his mouth over the swollen inner folds that were puffing out from
between my bald outer lips.  He took the cunt meat between his lips and
began to suck at it with great enthusiasm.  My clitoris was still in
hiding, but his random ministrations felt wonderful, anyway.  Especially
when he lapped at the sensitive inner lips that had swollen open like a
flower.

   I soon began to leak again and he dutifully lapped up every drop,
sticking his tongue up my vagina as far as he could get it to make sure he
got every drop.  He soon had me twisting against his mouth and gasping with
delight.  He noticed my clitoris beginning to swell again and began to suck
on it with such fervor that I finally had to push him gently away because
it was too sensitive.

   He looked up at me and I smiled, lifting my arms in invitation.  He
crawled forward with his eyes locked on mine.  I grabbed his torso with
both hands as I lifted my knees and spread them for him.  His penis bounced
beneath him, hard and throbbing.  His balls were round and tight.

   "Is it safe to cum inside you?" he whispered, his eyes gleaming with
excitement.

   I smiled and nodded.

   He carefully lowered himself over me.  I put a hand between us and
grasped him, then guided him gently down and forward.  As soon as he felt
his exposed crown touch my warm, slimy entrance, he surged eagerly forward.
We both gasped as we felt it go halfway in.  I was surprised and pleased
that there was no pain at all.  I just felt very full and tight.  He pushed
again and I knew it was all the way in when his balls touched my bottom.

   "Oh wow," I heard him whisper in my ear.  "It's so warm."

   "You feel good, too," I told him and gave him a quick squeeze with my
vagina.

   "Mmmmm," he moaned, so I did it again.  "That feels sooooo good."

   It felt so good to both of us that we just laid there for a while with
him deeply inside me as I gave him occasional squeezes with my vagina.

   "Can you move it around a little?" I finally asked.

   "Yeah, but it'll make me cum," he said.

   "That's okay.  I just want to feel it moving for a minute.  Then you can
cum all you want."

   I felt him pull slowly out about half way, then push it slowly back in.
When he did, my clit scraped along the top of his wet cock and I gasped.

   "Oh, that felt wonderful," I whispered.

   "Yeah," he said, then did it again.  This time, I gripped him tightly
with my vagina while he pulled out and he groaned with pleasure.

   I loosened my grip when he started to push forward and hissed softly
when I felt my clit scrape deliciously against him once again.

   "Wow, that's good," I whispered.  "Can you do it faster?"

   "I'll try," he murmured.  He didn't really thrust, he just used his feet
to rock his pelvis upward against mine.  It was nice because it gave us the
sensation of moving while he remained deep inside me.  His bald pubic area
massaged my clitoris nicely as his movements gradually got faster and
faster.  I loved being so full of him and feeling like we were really
fucking at the same time.

   The actual fucking probably lasted about 10 seconds before his rhythm
suddenly broke and his hips began to shake.

   "Ungh!  I cumming!" he gasped, then began to spray his young seed deep
into my immature womb.  He continued to thrust against me in a completely
random pattern as hot little bullets of heat blossomed against my cervix. A
few seconds later, he pushed himself as far inside me as he could and
froze. I felt more heat flooding into me as his cool balls writhed against
my bottom.  I grabbed his round little butt with both hands and pulled him
even closer, feeling a strange desire to help him get his sperm as far
inside me as possible.

   Finally, he began to quickly wiggle his bottom from side to side as his
dick continued to throb inside me, instinctively trying to push the pool of
sperm through my cervix as he dribbled his last drops into it.

   Moments later, his penis softened very quickly and plopped out with a
wet smack.  He rolled off and wrapped me in a strong hug and we laid there
together for as long as we dared, enjoying the warm tingles that our sex
had given us.

   Needless to say, we continued to fuck at every opportunity for the rest
of our holiday.  By the time it was over, we'd tried nearly everything and
learned a lot about sex from each other.  I told him to bring condoms the
following year and he did.  Unfortunately, sex wasn't nearly as enjoyable
that way.  That didn't stop us, though.  The year after that, my
great-grandparents sold their farm and moved into the city for health
reasons.  That was the end of or experimentation.