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 Paying For It (mmf, prost, threesome)

   by this guy (thisguy.1066@gmail.com)
Summary: A guy's first time trading money for sex...



   Bart first heard about jerking off when he was eleven.  He wasn't alone
until he took a shower that evening.  The first thing he did when he got
into the shower was wrap his fingers around his eleven-year-old his dick
and began moving his hand up-and-down the length of his erect prick.  It
only took a few seconds of stroking for his breathing to get heavier and
faster.  "Wow, this feel great!" he thought.  A moment later, without
warning he felt his butt-cheeks tighten and his hairless eleven-year-old
balls draw up under his dick.  An instant later his dick started throbbing
in his hand and a drop of clear liquid oozed out of the little hole on the
tip of his dick.  Bart's was out of breath, but nonetheless he thought,
"Holy shit!  That felt fantastic...I gotta tell Carl..."

   The following day Bart told Carl (his nine-year-old cousin and best
friend) he had discovered something really fun that felt amazing.  When
Carl asked what it was, Bart offered to show him.  They went to the shed
behind Bart's house.  Once inside Bart told Carl to do like he did, as he
pulled his pants and underpants down to his knees.  Carl was a bit puzzled,
but knowing his cousin's knack for discovering fun things to do, followed
his older cousin's lead.  Bart wrapped his eleven-year-old fingers around
his dick; Carl wrapped his fingers around his own nine-year-old dick.  "Now
stroke like this," Bart instructed, as he began moving his hand up-and-down
the length of his erect eleven-year-old prick.

   Carl had only moved is hand up-and-down the length of his now erect
nine-year-old prick twice when he commented, "Wow this feels great."

   "It gets even better..." Bart informed his younger cousin.  A few
seconds passed as he continued stroking his dick, before his breathing
began to get heavier and faster.  "Oh wow!" he exclaimed, while inhaling a
large gulp of air; in that same instant his butt-cheeks tighten and his
hairless eleven-year-old balls drew up under his dick.  An instant later
his dick started throbbing in his hand and a drop of clear liquid oozed out
of the little hole on the tip of his dick.

   MAGGIE

   The day before Carl's twelfth birthday Bart told his younger cousin he
had a birthday surprise for him, but he was gonna have to wait until the
day after his birthday for it.  Carl had no idea what his birthday surprise
was going to be, but he knew Bart; and that meant it was gonna be great.

   The day after Carl turned twelve, when he went over to his cousin's
house for his birthday surprise; Bart said, "In the shed...come on."

   Inside the shed was Maggie O'Brien.  Everyone in town knew who she was:
she was the only girl in town with the body of a runway model (all
vertical); at fifteen she was already six-feet tall and weighed barely 100
pounds.  Being tall and skinny weren't the only things that made her a bit
unusual looking: she had very pale skin, perfectly straight bright red
hair, a nearly flat chest, very long stick-like arms and legs...  She even
dressed differently: frequently wearing ballet-slippers on her sockless
feet, her long stick-like legs disappearing under the hem of a simple
short-sleeve dress just a few inches below her crotch...

   Bart gave Maggie some money and asked her to strip.  As she was
revealing her incredibly slender fifteen-year-old nude body to Carl he
said, "So you're selling sex..."

   "Absolutely not!" Maggie replied adamantly, "It's illegal to sell sex."

   A very confused Carl asked, "Then what is happening?"

   "We're buying some of Maggie's time.  During the time we've bought,
Maggie is ours: we can do whatever we want with her...or to her..." Bart
explained.

   Carl was still confused, and it showed on his face.  "Maybe you should
go first, so he can see how it works," Maggie suggested to Bart.
   "Right," Bart replied.