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any one have part 2
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> Anything for Science 1 (m,ffg, teen, preteen, inc, mast, oral)
>
> PART ONE
>
> by Schulzie
>
>
> I am just a poster and not the author Of This Story!
>
>
>
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>
>
> It was Sunday night. As far as I was concerned, Sunday night is the
> worst night of the week. It's the most boring night, for sure. There's
> never anything good on television. But what makes it really bad is that
> the next day is Monday which means, back to school. But this particular
> Sunday night turned out to be the beginning of a very interesting
> experience for me when the phone rang.
>
> "Hello," I said, picking up the phone.
>
> "Hi, Gary. This is Natalie." Natalie is my cousin. Her father and my
> mother are brother and sister. Even though we live in the same
> neighborhood, we don't see much of each other except at family
> occasions, mainly because of our age differences. I'm 17, while Natalie
> is 13. Four years is a big difference when you're a teenager.
>
> "Hi, Natalie. What's up?" I asked, intensely curious since Natalie has
> never called me before. Not that we didn't like each other, it's just
> that with our age difference, we had little in common.
>
> "Not much," she said, "I just wanted to give my favorite male cousin a
> call."
>
> I laughed. "Natalie, I'm your ONLY male cousin." That was true. I was
> the rare exception in the Barker family. A male child among females.
>
> "I know that," Natalie said, "but even if there were other boys in the
> family, I still think you'd be my favorite."
>
> If this were a girl from school laying this bullshit line on me, I'd
> know she wanted something. Now all I had to do was to find out what
> Natalie wanted.
>
> But I didn't find out right away. As a matter of fact, we had a very
> pleasant talk. Natalie was in middle school, finishing up 8th grade, so
> she would be going to my high school next year. I, on the other hand, am
> a senior so she and I wouldn't be there at the same time. The only time
> she and I were in the same school together was in elementary school. I
> was in 5th grade and she was a first-grader. Like I said, the age
> difference is a big deal.
>
> The conversation covered a lot of topics, and I had forgotten my earlier
> suspicions about her reason for calling as we discussed her folks and
> her younger sister, music, movies and all sorts of things. It occurred
> to me that she was pretty intelligent for a 13 year old, and maybe in a
> few years, she'd be someone nice for guys to go out with and be with.
> Too bad she's younger than me, I thought. And too bad she's my cousin,
> too.
>
> Well, my suspicions came right back to me when she asked a question I
> had expected earlier. "Gary, do you mind if I ask you for a really BIG
> favor?" Here it comes, I thought. Girls always seem to want something.
>
> "Yessss???" I asked, somewhat cynically. My sarcastic tone went right
> over her head.
>
> "I have this science project," she started, "it's a requirement for all
> eighth-graders to get a passing grade in science, and I was wondering if
> you could help me with it?"
>
> It was no secret in my family that science was my favorite subject. In
> fact, I had already decided to major in science at college, and possibly
> get into a pre-med program. I was very interested in medical research.
>
> "What kind of help?" I asked. "What kind of project is it? What's your
> topic?"
>
> Natalie paused. "I wanted to talk to you about it in person...tomorrow,
> if that's okay with you?" she asked.
>
> I sighed. If Natalie was like a lot of kids her age, my helping her
> would soon turn into my doing the project for her. Besides, I led a busy
> life. Besides school, I had a part-time job so I could earn some money
> for college, and I didn't have a lot of time to spend helping a 13-year
> old work on some science project for middle school, even if she was a
> blood relative.
>
> "We can talk about it, Natalie. But I can't promise I'll have time to
> help you. I'm very busy these days, and..."
>
> "Oh, don't worry," she said, "I'll only need your help for one afternoon
> or evening."
>
> That might be do-able, I thought. But still, I wanted to hear more about
> the project. "Why don't we talk about it tomorrow, Natalie? Do you want
> to come over here?"
>
> "Oh, no. I was hoping we could meet somewhere else. Like maybe at the
> park near your house. Could we do that? Meet at the park...at the
> gazebo?" she asked, seeming a little bit nervous for some reason.
>
> "Yeah, I guess so," I told her, "but I can't get there before 4:30. Is
> that alright?"
>
> "Yeah, 4:30 would be great," she replied. "Thanks, Gary. I'll see you
> then. Bye, now."
>
> She hung up before I even got a chance to say "goodbye." Kids! What are
> you gonna do with them?
>
> It seemed strange though, that she didn't want to meet here to discuss
> her project. Why did she want to meet at the gazebo in the park, I
> wondered. Oh, well. I didn't give it any more thought as I had something
> more important to worry about. I had a test in English tomorrow, and I
> needed to cram for it.
>
> The next day, 4:30 came, and I was waiting at the gazebo. Natalie wasn't
> there yet. Five minutes passed, then ten. I was about to leave when I
> saw her coming up the slope. My goodness! Natalie wasn't a little girl
> anymore. She had actually grown up quite a bit since I last saw her on
> Christmas two years ago.
>
> "Hi, Gary," she greeted me, giving me a big hug.
>
> "Hi, I said, hugging her back. She really has grown up. She used to have
> a real tomboy, short haircut. But now, she had long, blonde hair that
> went halfway down her back. And where she used to be flat-chested, she
> now had fairly well-developed breasts. For a 13-year old girl, I'd say
> she had great tits. Her hips had broadened, making her former boyish
> figure disappear. Now, she was a very young, attractive woman. But what
> really struck me was her face. It was beautiful. Deep blue eyes, full
> lips, cute little nose, all set on a face with a clear complexion. She
> looked like a little angel - a sexy, little teen angel.
>
> "Sorry, I'm late. But thanks for coming. I hope you can help me with my
> project," she said.
>
> "So tell me about your project, Natalie," I said to her, still checking
> out how beautiful she had become.
>
> "Well, it's going to be a biology project," she told me.
>
> "Yes, go on, " I said.
>
> "And it will be about reproduction," she continued.
>
> "Uh-huh," I said, nodding my head.
>
> "The human reproduction system," she told me, looking at me, checking
> for my reaction. I thought to myself, so...she wants to do something
> about sex. Typical 13 year old. Maybe that explains why she didn't want
> to discuss this at the house. She might have been embarrassed discussing
> it within earshot of my folks.
>
> "I see."
>
> She paused. "To be more specific, Gary, my project is on the male
> reproductive system."
>
> Of course she didn't want to talk about this with her aunt and uncle
> nearby. I was kind of flattered that she felt comfortable enough talking
> to me about it. Considering I'm a guy, and I'm 4 years older than her.
>
> "Well, Nat. It just so happens I know a lot about the subject. First of
> all, I've studied human reproduction in my Biology class, and...I'm a
> guy, so I think I can tell you something about the male reproductive
> system." She laughed at the personal reference.
>
> "Well, that actually is quite helpful, Gary," she said. "I mean, that
> you're a guy and everything."
>
> "So what is it you want to demonstrate in your project, Natalie? How can
> I help?" I asked her.
>
> "My hypothesis," she explained, rather maturely I thought, "will deal
> with comparing the effects of an alkaline vs. acidic environment on
> human spermatozoa."
>
> Quite a mouthful for her to say. Not to mention, a pretty sophisticated
> topic for a young girl.
>
> "What I want to do," she explained, "is to use the school's microscopic
> cameras to record the movement of sperm cells in both an alkaline
> solution and an acid-based solution, then convert the recordings into
> Quicktime movies so I can display it on a Power Mac when I give my
> presentation."
>
> Some project, I thought. "So where do I come in?" I asked. Then I asked,
> jokingly, "What am I supposed to do, give you a sample of my semen?"
>
> Without a moment's hesitation, she answered. "Yes."
>
> What the hell?!? Did I hear her right? I asked her the question
> jokingly, and she answered the question seriously.
>
> "Are you serious?" I asked her, still not believing what she was
> requesting from me.
>
> Natalie nodded. "Uh-huh."
>
> This is crazy, I thought. My 13 year old cousin wants me to jerk off
> into a test tube so she can do some kind of science project for school.
>
> "I don't know, Natalie. That would be kind of...I don't
> know...embarrassing to..."
>
> "Gary, I promise I won't tell anyone where the specimen came from..."
> Natalie looked down at my crotch when she said this, making herself
> blush as she realized what she was saying. "...I mean, who it came
> from."
>
> I was still stunned by what she was asking of me. She obviously knew
> what I'd have to do to give her a semen sample. I'd have to masturbate.
> I'd have to take my cock in my hand and stroke it until it became hard,
> then make myself come. I'd have to aim my cum into a test tube, seal it
> with a cork, and then...hand it to her. Hand her a glass container of
> cum...MY cum!
>
> And yet...there was something sexy in all this, a little kinky perhaps,
> but sexy nonetheless. I could imagine her taking the container of my
> cum, looking at it, and fantasizing about me jerking off in order to
> produce the semen sample for her. What would she think as she pictured
> me, stroking my dick, shooting my hot cream into a test tube. Would she
> picture my dick? Did she even know what a guy's dick looked like, all
> hard and stiff? Did she know what it looked like when a guy ejaculated?
> This would probably be the first time she would actually see cum. She'd
> have to open the container to conduct her experiment. Would she get
> curious and decide to smell it? Or touch it? Or taste it? God, I must me
> a really sick motherfucker to imagine her doing all of this.
>
> And yet, something was compelling me to help Natalie with the project.
> She did seem to be bright and mature and very serious. And she seemed
> like she could be trusted to do this without telling the world that I
> jerked off into a test tube for her.
>
> "Please?" she asked, with her big blue eyes staring up at me. "You're
> the only guy I could possibly ask to do this for me. Or at least the
> only guy who I'm pretty sure is old enough to produce sperm."
>
> What could I say? Besides, it would be a request that would only take a
> couple of minutes of my time. Stroke, stroke, stroke. Squirt, squirt,
> squirt. Done.
>
> "Okay," I said. "I guess I could do that for you."
>
> "Oh, would you? she asked, giving me a great big hug. "Thank you, Gary.
> Thank you so much."
>
> "So, did you bring a test tube or something for me to...uh...put the
> sample in?" I asked. "I could get it back to you tomorrow if you'd like,
> it would..."
>
> "Uh, there's just one problem, Gary...uh, you see...the semen sample I
> use has to be viable...that is, the sperm has to be alive," she
> explained, as she cast her eyes downward. "Mr. Gehle, our science
> teacher is going to open the school on Saturday so some of us can use
> the school's equipment towork on our projects, and..."
>
> I didn't know what was coming next, but I could sense she was either
> scared or embarrassed about what she was going to tell me.
>
> "...I need to keep the sample frozen after you...give it to me...and I
> was thinking that maybe if I came over to your house on Friday night,
> you'd..."
>
> I stopped her. "Natalie. Are you saying you want to wait outside my
> bedroom while I..."
>
> "Actually, Gary," she said, blushing furiously now, "what I was thinking
> was that I could...you know...watch...I mean, observe you while
> you...give me the specimen."
>
> Oh my God! She wants to watch me jerk off! That's what she's trying to
> say. She really wants to be there while I stroke my cock and spew my cum
> into the test tube. She doesn't want me to just hand it to her from
> behind a closed door. She actually wants to watch me masturbate, see my
> dick in my hand as I rub it, bringing myself to an orgasm in front of
> her, and shooting my cum right before her very eyes.
>
> I loved the idea! The thought of showing this pretty, young teenager my
> stiff cock as I stroked it sounded like an excellent idea to me. Maybe
> it was a scientific curiosity she had about the male anatomy. Maybe she
> was just plain sexually curious. But the idea was already exciting me as
> I could feel my cock start to harden in my jeans. Besides, maybe if I
> really appeal to her curiosity, scientific or sexual, I could get a free
> handjob out of this. Maybe I could persuade her to "do the job" herself.
> If I was lucky, I'd see her wrap her small, dainty fingers around my
> hot, stiff cock and rub it up and down my cock, making it come herself,
> instead of me doing it.
>
> But there was just one problem with the idea.
>
> "Natalie. What about my folks? What am I going to tell them we're doing
> in my room?" I asked her.
>
> "No problem," she told me. "Aunt Mary and Uncle Butch are going out with
> my parents on Friday night to the country club for some meeting and a
> dance afterwards. They'll probably be out way past midnight. Do you
> think that would be enough time for you to...give me the sample?"
>
> That would be more than enough time, I thought to myself. But in
> agreeing to my part in the experiment, I didn't want her to think I was
> too eager.
>
> "Natalie," I said, very seriously, "what you're asking me to do is
> something that's very private and personal, you understand that, right?"
>
> She nodded.
>
> "You're asking me to...uh...masturbate in front of you."
>
> Her eyes betrayed her. She was very interested in seeing me jerk myself
> off. I could tell by the way her eyes widened as she listened to me
> describe what she was going to see.
>
> "You're going to see me...manipulate my penis with my hand..."
>
> "Yes, I know," she said, trying to conceal her excitement.
>
> "...as my fingers rub up and down the shaft of my...penis, and..."
>
> Natalie could hardly contain herself as she listened to my words.
>
> "...then, after I stroke my penis for awhile, I'm going to...ejaculate
> my semen. It will...shoot...right out of the head of my...penis."
>
> I thought Natalie was going to have an orgasm just imagining me doing
> what I was describing for her. This wasn't just scientific curiosity at
> work here, she was very curious about sex, and boys, and male anatomy.
> And she had called on me to teach her a few things. And my cock was
> about to burst through my pants in anticipation of Friday night.
>
> "Now, Natalie, because this is such a personal and intimate thing you
> are asking me to do for you...and your project...I hope it will be our
> little secret, okay? Because I'd be so embarrassed if someone knew
> Ihad...masturbated in front of a 13 year old girl...my own cousin."
>
> "Oh, I understand, Gary. I wouldn't tell anybody that you...masturbated
> for me," she promised me. "So, will ya?"
>
> I smiled at her. "Yes, I guess I'll do it. Anything for science, right?"
>
> Again, she gave me a big hug. So big, in fact, I was sure she would feel
> the erection I was sporting in my jeans.
>
> "Thank you, Gary. I don't know what I'll ever be able to do to repay
> you," she said.
>
> "I'll think of something," I replied.
>
> "Would 8 o'clock on Friday night be okay?" she wanted to know.
>
> "Fine," I answered. "See you then."
>
> "Okay, bye now," Natalie said, skipping across the field toward her
> house.
>
> "Yes," I said to myself, "that will be just fine."
>
> Friday came. The folks had just gone out the door, and I took a quick
> shower before Natalie was to arrive. I wanted to look and smell my best
> for my young cousin when she stood nearby me, watching me stroke my cock
> to provide her with the semen sample she wanted for her science project.
>
> Shortly before 8, the doorbell rang. Must be Natalie, I thought, looking
> at the clock. I opened the door. Surprise! Standing at the door was
> Natalie, but she wasn't alone. There were two other girls with her. One
> girl, I already knew. It was Natalie's 11 year old sister, Melissa. The
> other girl was a stranger to me, but she seemed to be about the same age
> as Natalie.
>
> "Natalie! What's going on here?" I asked her. "You're supposed to be
> alone."
>
> Natalie smiled nervously and explained, "Something came up, Gary. This
> is Brenda," she told me as she introduced the girl I didn't know. "She
> and I are working on the project together. She knows more about
> computers than I do, and..."
>
> "You didn't tell me you had a partner working with you on the project,"
> I said, a little irritated.
>
> "Oops. I guess I forgot to tell you," said Natalie, a little red-faced.
>
> "We agreed that this was going to be between the two of us," I reminded
> her.
>
> "Well, Gary, I know, but...you see, Brenda says that since we are
> working together on this for a grade, that she had to be here, too. That
> way, we can both say we worked on the whole thing from start to finish,"
> Natalie told me.
>
> "Yeah, but..." I was at a loss for words. Jerking off for Natalie was
> one thing, but I didn't even know Brenda. And then there was Melissa.
>
> "Why is Melissa here?" I asked, realizing that Natalie's younger sister
> was just 11.
>
> "Well, that's the other thing," said Natalie. "I forgot that I was
> supposed to babysit Melissa tonight since my parents were going out with
> your parents, and I didn't know what else to do except bring her along."
>
> "Natalie," I said, more than a little pissed-off, "do you expect me
> to...you know...do what we discussed in front of all of you?"
>
> Brenda spoke up. "Gary, Natalie told me what you volunteered to do for
> us, and I think it's awfully nice of you, especially since it's such a
> private thing and all, but...I promise I won't say anything to anybody.
> Honest!"
>
> I didn't mind so much about Brenda being here or letting her watch, too.
> She was almost as cute as Natalie. She had long brown hair that came
> down to her waist, dark brown eyes, and she had even bigger breasts than
> Natalie. But Melissa was only 11, for Christ's sake.
>
> "What are we going to do about Melissa?" I asked Natalie. "She's
> too...young to watch," I protested.
>
> "I am not!" Melissa said, stamping her foot.
>
> "Uh, well, Gary, you see...we told Melissa she'd probably have to stay
> downstairs in the living room while we were in your bedroom doing
> personal stuff and, well...we didn't tell her exactly WHAT the personal
> stuff was but she...uh...well, Gary...she said she would tell Mom and
> Dad something naughty was going on unless we let her watch, too."
>
> Little brat, I thought to myself, looking at Melissa standing there,
> hands on her hips, smirking at me defiantly.
>
> "Deal's off," I said. "I can't go through with this," I told Natalie.
>
> Immediately, Natalie began to cry. "Gary, I don't have time to put
> another project together. You promised!" Natalie blubbered.
>
> I sighed. I was having some misgivings about my contributions to this
> project, but what was I going to do. Besides, that little blackmailer,
> Melissa, might tell her folks anyway, and it wasn't going to make much
> difference now whether I went through with it or not. But I could make
> life easier on myself and Natalie if I just submitted to the original
> plan and got it over with quickly.
>
> "Okay," I said to all three girls, "but let's get one thing straight.
> Nobody, absolutely nobody, is to find out about this. Understand?" I
> looked individually at all three girls, especially saving my most evil
> eye for Melissa.
>
> The girls agreed to my terms, and off we went, up the stairs to my room.
> Natalie and Brenda were carrying small bags with them. I guess they had
> their "scientific" equipment with them.
>
> Continued in PART TWO
>
>
>