The next day,, Kevin came over to my house again. We exchanged hugs at the door and we went into my music room. He put his guitar down and I invited him to sit  next to me on the couch I had in the room. I brushed my hand against his cheek a few times and then leaned in. He recognized the cue right away and we were soon lost in enthusiastically embracing each other and making out. I undid his pants and began gliding my hand up and down his length. His righthand immediately went up my shirt in response and he attempted to undo my bra. I pulled my shirt off and showed him how to disconnect the straps, which resulted in the twins jiggling out in all their glory. "Suck my nipples baby," I cooed and he did as he was told while I resumed rubbing his dick. We both moaned and gasped as our particular pleasurable sensations mounted. He notified me that he was going to shoot and I instantly shoved his prong into my mouth and, when he commenced firehosing it, I lapped up all of his cream, gave him an up close and personal view of what was in my piehole and swallowed.

I giggled as I dispatched his jizz into my stomach and then asked him if he had ever eaten pussy before. He replied in the negative. I stood up in front of him and directed him to pull my jeans off and then my panties, giving him a panoramic view of my hair free twat and leaving me in just a pair of white socks. I turned and plopped back on the couch and told him to get on his knees in front of me. I slid my body down so that my pussy was right on the edge of the sofa and pointed out what was what. I could see him trying not to drool as he gazed at my sopping pink folds. I placed my righthand on the back of his head and ushered his mouth to my vulva. I felt a jolt when his tongue slapped my clit. I instructed him in the art of cunnilingus. Following a long suck on my nubbin, I felt a detonating sensation inside me and an orgasm that rumbled through my entire body. "Don't stop baby," I pleaded, my body incurring more convulsions at the behest of Kevin's tongue.

I pushed his head away from my crotch. "Do you want to fuck me sweety?" I asked. I knew that he would be hard now and want to vent his balls again. He chuckled at my question in a nonplussed way as if he wasn't sure he was supposed to say he had a desire to drill me. "Yeah," he confessed. "I want it, too," I explained to him. He stood up and I reached for his pole and showed him where my opening was. He leaned forward and pushed it into me. "Mmmm, that feels so nice," I sighed. He began to pump it in and out of me and was enjoying his first pussy. My ardor climbed precipitously and I begged him to ram it into me faster and he did, the friction my vaginal walls created with his rhythm stick ramping my passion upward. "Oh fuck Kevin, oh God!" I whimpered as he stabbed my cunt with his flesh spear, giving me two hot orgasms until he flash mobbed my womb with his sperm.

I reached out and pulled him over next to me on the couch. I smiled and kissed him and then told him I would be right back. I went to the bathroom and wiped his cum from my inner thighs and vulva. He was still naked, as I had hoped, when I was back by his side. I wrapped my arms around him and placed my head on his shoulder. He didn't say anything after he came because he didn't know how to handle  the afterplay. I therefore lent him some advice on that and he relaxed while he peppered me with questions about how sex felt to girls, among other things.

With my nude body next to his during the whole conversation, he was becoming hard. "Okay sweety, we better start your guitar lesson. If you do good I'll give you a bj before you go home. He smiled, laughed, grabbed his guitar and worked on the things I directed him to until it was almost time for him to go home for dinner. I leaned over with my head in his lap and circled my tongue all over his rigid rascal for a couple minutes before sequestering it in my mouth. Within ten minutes, he fed me more of his cum and I sent him back to his peeps with a kiss.

I didn't see Kevin again until Saturday. We went over what I had taught him guitarwise the previous two times. Once we had successfully recapitulated that material, he requested that I shsow him how to do a Killswitch Engage song. "You're a long way from being ready for that," I had to honestly state. "Tthe more you practice, the faster you'll get to that level," I advocated. He was, of course, disappointed. I explained to him that learning guitar was a very gradual process and he had to be patient and let things happen in their own time. I offered to teach him Green Day's "Basket Case" because it was really easy. Nonetheless, I had to get my laptop and watch a You Tube video of it to make sure I knew how to do it correctly.. Over the next couple of hours, he largely got the first verse down (at least knowing the part; the actual execution was a different matter). I explained, though, that he would look like a total douche if he decided to whip it out on somebody before he totally had it nailed down. He also had to realize that the guys in Green Day were pretty rudimentary in their musicianship and so he wasn't doing anything technically difficult, so just treat it as something you like to do for fun and no big deal or he would get laughed at by the real guitar jocks on campus. Chicks, though, will think he's totally awesome because they don't care about technique, only that guys can do songs they like.

I took his guitar from him and decided to lecture him about how women operate and why she shouldn't take anything that happens in high school too seriously. While I opiined, I had my head resting on a pillow that I had placed on his left leg and held his hands in mine. "Shit, chicks are a pain in the ass," he appraised. "Yeah sad but true, sweety," I echoed. "Be a man and don't put up with it. They'll respect you a lot more if you don't," I pointed out. "So how come you're so cool about this?" he quizzed. I couldn't reveal to him that I was a man in a girl's body, of course. "Because that's just me, baby. But girls like me are as rare as hen's teeth, so don't expect to find someone like me anytime soon." "So you want to be my girlfriend, then?" he grinned. "God Kevin, you're such a cutie that it's really tempting. We can still have sex and stuff, but I don't think that you're ready for a relationship and I'm not sure I am, either. When you see me at school you can give me a hug and a kiss if you want, to." "Sweet!" he blurted. I gave him a quick smooch and reminded him that he needed to get home.

I went to make dinner and saw how bare my pantry and fridge were becoming. That necessitated a trip to the supermarket to restock everything. I was just dressed in a pair of jeans, a long sleeve button down shirt and tennis shoes, so it wasn't like I was trying very hard to be sexy. Anyway, I was in the bakery section and this cop, still in his uniform, comes up to me, showers me with compliments and then asks me out. He was tall and cute and still in shape, so the doughnuts hadn't affected his physique yet or he worked out enough to keep t he pounds off. I agreed to go out with him because I kind of have a thing for police officers (I'd never marry one, though; too much to put up with) and gave him my number and address. He said his name was Jeff. He called me a couple of days later and we made a date for the following Friday.

I was kind of curious about what documentation Vishnu had provided for me. As a 14 year old, I didn't really carry any ID on me. However, finally taking a look at EVERYTHING I had in my walk in closet, there was a grey box on an upper shelf I hadn't noticed before. I opened it and there was the title to my house, my homeowner's insurance policy and then, most important of all, a birth certificate and a U.S. passport. I looked at the birth date and yes, it said I was 14 years old. I stuffed it into my purse just in case.

Jeff picked me up at seven and we went to a pretty nice restaurant, though not super fancy. We spent the first few minutes kind of feeling each other out before we ordered. I didn't stick it to him on the entree because I don't really roll like that, getting one of the cheaper things on the menu. I asked for iced tea to drink as well, so I was a pretty cheap date, I guess. He asked me what I did and I averred that I was a student and a musician. He wanted to know my major and I said I didn't have one, just doing the mandatory stuff. He obviously thought I was in college and it helped that I could talk like a university coed. I nonetheless acted like there were gaps in my knowledge just to see how he would react to it. I think he just figured, "dumb blonde."

When we finished, he asked me if I would like to go back to his place for after dinner drinks. I accepted and 15 minutes later, we pulled into his driveway. He lived in a typical tract house in a pretty decent, if not exactly wealthy area. He let me in and I sat down on the love seat in the living room. He inquired as to what I wanted and I answered a glass of red wine would be fine. He brought out two glasses of that libation and sat down next to me. Since he was double my age, I asked him what he listened to when he was in high school not because I cared (I didn't), but just to keep the conversation rolling. Eventually, his left arm snaked around my shoulders and his lips found mine and the heat of our kissing gradually escalated. Because of the cold weather, I was wearing a sweater over a long sleeve shirt. He slipped his hand under the sweater and felt me up over my shirt and bra. He kissed and nibbled on my neck and ear lobes. I let him peel my sweater off of me and he resumed kissing me while he undid the buttons on my shirt. He reached in under the now open top and unclasped my bra and commenced manhandling my tits. He was pretty rough, but it didn't hurt. I was still pretty aroused and my nipples were definitely erect. "Come on babe, let's go to bed," he suggested. "Okay," I consented in a pacified voice.

We went into his bedroom, which was decently neat for a guy's room, and we both shed our clothes. He walked up to me and kissed me again while playing with my boobs. "Fuck, you are one hot little chick," he growled hungrily. I giggled and thanked him. I finally looked down at his cock, which was a stiff seven inches and quite thick. I rolled it around in my righthand while I looked up into his blue eyes. He lightly pushed down on my shoulder indicating he wanted me to suck him. I was going to do it anyway. I was super wet now and very much in the mood. I lined his dick up with my lips and covered it with my mouth, my lips fastening around his swollen shaft. He emitted a loud moan as I commenced bobbing my head up and down on it. His precum began to flow, the faint salty taste of it only raising my ardor. My lefthand teased his hairy balls while my nose touched his abdominal wall when his cock sunk all the way into my throat. When he felt my esophagus around his cockhead, he let out a big grunt and then a gasp as it exited. Grunt, gasp, grunt gasp, grunt, gasp, I boosted the pace of my head nodding and I tripped his trigger, causing him to spew his load into my yapper. I amassed his effluent on to my tongue and stood up to exhibit it for him before I gulped it all into my tummy. "Fuck,  that was some of the best head I've ever had," he sighed. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," I giggled.

I crawled into bed and he was on top of me in a flash. He kissed me hard and passionately and then grabbed handfuls of each tit and sucked on each nipple over and over, rekindling my horniness. "Fuck baby, that feels so good. Keep that up for a bit," I begged. He did and my marshy channel was now inundated with moisture. He retreated toward the end of the bed and dove face first into my pussy, licking and sucking my slit and my clit vigorously, unceasingly nudging my heat upward toward my melting point. My feet descended on to his back while his ears were pinned by my inner thighs as I squirmed and panted, semi-screaming when I attained liftoff. "Oh shit, oh God, yes yes yes," I puffed. He munched my carpet like a hippie would a bag of Fritos after a major blunt of Chronic, his tongue flapping against my clit and adding hard suction with it to keep me writhing and twisting in ecstasy. On and on it went, the orgasms coming like so many ten pins being knocked down in slow motion.

I was just about out of breath by the time he finally jerked his head out of my vulva and he rose up on me and began knocking at my front door with his whammer jammer. I wanted it so much when he finally forced it into me and I tightly gripped his shoulders with my legs to receive it as deeply as I could manage. His hips became the little engine that could and repeatedly at that, pistoning his stout rod into me and warming my wet, sloppy vaginal walls with the friction he generated. The pleasure bounced up the temperature scale inside me while he put me in a bear hug for more leverage. I couldn't stop him if I wanted to. He was dominating me and tacitly sending the message that I wasn't getting off this ride until he finished doing his thing and that thing at the moment was me. I felt the surge of electricity pierce my senses and my body jumped, jerked and convulsed with every orgasm his overpowering attack deigned to give me. My brain was in a different universe at that juncture, my comprehension of reality hindered by the gush of endorphins I was incurring like a rapid IV drip. After a good bit of this, I heard that growl again and I knew he was about to blow. He plowed me really hard at that point seeking to unburden himself, which only made me want more of his jackhammering. He let out a strangled gasp and then the loudest growl of the evening, shooting everything he had toward my cervix.

Even in my other incarnations, I don't think I had been manhandled quite that comprehensively. The guy was an animal in bed and whatever frustrations his job may have imbued him with he apparently endeavored to exorcise them through me. He remained on top of me for a couple of minutes before rolling off. "Shit," he sighed, "I don't think I've ever had a girl who came as much as you did," he noted. "Yeah, I'm really orgasmic," I confirmed. "You're on birth control, right?" "No, I don't need it, sweety," I rejoindered. "I have some defect that won't let me conceive." "That's really a problem if you end up with someone who wants kids," he commented. "I'm a musician, honey. We're not exactly the most stable people when it comes to lifestyle anyway." "Yeah, I guess that's one way of looking at it."

Now I was wondering what gambit he was going to use to kick me out of the house. It was just after midnight. "Hey look," he uttered, "I gotta get up in just a few hours, so I better take you home.": "Okay sweety," I assented. We both got up to get dressed and then just before he reached my driveway, I pulled out the lulz card. "By the way, Jeff, you never asked me how old I was." He stopped his car in the middle of the street and looked at me with wide eyes because when a girl says that it usually isn't going to be good news. "H-how old are you?" he stammered. "I'm 14," I stated. "No you're not. You're fucking with me," he insisted. I reached for my purse and pulled my birth certificate out and flipped the dome light on to show it to him. When he saw the birth date,  he went white as a sheet. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, I'm really sorry, I didn't know. I thought you were in college," he stuttered. "No honey, I go to Melton," I corrected. "Look Jeff, I'm not going to make an issue of this because I liked the way you fucked me and it would just create a big media shitstorm I don't want to be in the middle of anyway. But from here on in, when you stop kids holding weed, if you just seize the weed and let them go without giving them a ticket or taking them in or whatever I would be a very happy girl," I warned. "Uh, okay, I understand what you're driving at. But you look and act a lot older than you are," he tried to justify. "Jeff, if you popped a guy for fucking me it wouldn't matter to you how old I looked, only my factual age, right? Think about that." "Yeah, alright," he tremulously answered. "Bye honey," I giggled before exiting his car.