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(mf- teens, youths, 1st, oral) *** Dear Best Friend Pauli, You know I wouldn't use snail mail like this unless it was something special. Well, this is something special! And I know you will not tell anyone, ever. Anyway, I hope you are having fun at music camp and that Steve, that friendly trumpet player you texted me about, hasn't sneaked into your sleeping bag again (unless, you want him to I mean). A trumpet player - wow - a good kisser, eh? So, as you remember because I beat you about ten times in a row, Daddy bought me a ping pong table since we were not getting a vacation this year on account of SUVs tanking and gas prices and stuff. I got tired of beating my brother, and when I accidentally on purpose bumped into Joey Madson, you know the hunk next door, the one we watched shoot baskets from my bedroom window that time, I invited him to come down and play a few games. And he did and he's good with a really sneaky serve. So after a while he said, like, I was pretty good for a girl. I yelled at him and pretended to be mad, and I said I'd let him kiss me if he could beat me in a real game. And he said he'd give me five points. And I said no thanks, mister Madson, and I said his arms were longer, like an ape and that was his only advantage. And he chased me around the table, and I let him catch me, and we just stood there, like nose to nose, belly to belly. He was all sweaty and smelled. And I giggled and pulled free. So we played and while we played he asked if would be OK if he asked some other guys to come play so, he said, he would have some real competition. So I smacked one right at him and he laughed. I said I'd ask my father and let him know. And he went on and beat me by seven points. So they, after he beat me - and I know you won't believe this but it's true - so then he put down his paddle and came around the table, smiling a silly grin, and hugged me and kissed my mouth, and I mean he really kissed me and really hugged me. I could feel my nipples hard on his chest, and his tongue was rubbing my teeth, and I could feel something else too, something big and hard. I just stood there like a dork with my arms hanging down and he kissed me and kissed me. And I didn't even close my eyes or anything. And when he finished he stepped back and asked if I knew Bobby Preston, who was only the JV quarterback, and Billy who was the lifeguard you flirted with that time. And he waved and left, smiling and said he would see me tomorrow and bring the guys if it was OK. And I just nodded. But my pussy was wet. So when Daddy came home from work, we played a couple of games and he said it looked like I had been practicing and I said I had and asked if I could have some people in to play when he was not home. And, you know, with car sales like there are, he is not home much these days. So he said OK but not to let anyone upstairs. And then he said boys too and I nodded and he said OK and smiled. So, Pauli, here comes the good part. I mean getting kissed was good but this was better. Remember you told me that you had seen your father's thing when you accidentally opened the bathroom door, well I have seen three things, honest. Three stiff things, too. Close up. The next afternoon, here came these large, sweaty boys who had been playing horse out in Joey's driveway. I got some Cokes and a carton of lemonade and then played Joey a short game to eleven and Billy and Bobby, the JV quarterback who is really cute, played a full game that Billy won by four. He's awful good with smashes that cannot be returned. And I noticed that the boys enjoyed watching my boobs bouncing beneath my thin shirt and elbowed and grinned at each other when I played or moved around. You know I hate wearing a bra at home, and they have gotten bigger. I knew what they were looking at; I could feel it. So I just stood up straight and pushed back my shoulders, and popped them out, proud of what I had. When they finished, Joey said, "OK, let's play loser sits." "Let's play winner goes first," said Billy smiling at me and licking his lips. He kind of scared me, the way he looked at me, like he was hungry or something. He's pretty big. I felt my nipples getting stiff. "All right," Joey said, taking my hand and getting me to my feet, "but I'll play Naomi first, right?' "If you want," said Bobby, finishing another Coke and pouring out a glass of lemonade. I played my best game yet, taking Joey to deuce three times before losing on a shot that just ticked the corner. Bobby handed me a glass of lemonade as I stood there sweating, my shirt sticking to my skin, while Billy got up to face Joey, a wide smile on his face. "For first shot, right?" he asked, adjusting his shorts. They really bulged in the front for some reason - can you guess why? I was wearing my old, white shorts that are pretty tight. "No, you'd have to beat him too," Joey said pointing at Bob who was now sitting very close to me. The a/c was doing its best but it was well into the nineties outside. "Yeah, yeah, same thing if you beat me. First one to win two." "What are you guys talking about?" I asked Bobby `cause I was feeling confused. He was sitting so close I could smell him and see the whiskers on his upper lip. "You, sweetie, playing you," he said, patting my thigh. "You sure have nice, long legs." I pushed his hand away and held out my glass, and he refilled it with lemonade. Now Pauli I am convinced, almost sure, they put something in that lemonade, some kind of pill or something. I leaned back and watched the game, but sometime it was kind of blurry, and when Joey won, Bobby quickly jumped up and grabbed his paddle while the other boy went to the bathroom. By then I was very pleased for some reason, feeling really good, all like friendly and stuff. "How's it going?" Billy asked when he returned and sat beside me. I just smiled at him, and finished my lemonade, very relaxed. "I've got him 12 to two," Joey cried, smashing another shot. "Thirteen-two." "You got any condoms?" Billy asked. I blinked and shook my head. I thought he was asking me. "Nah," Joey said, returning a drop shot, "I like bareback." I didn't understand that at all. I guess I still don't. "OK, but I brought a half-dozen," said Billy, and he put some shiny packets up on the edge of the green table. "A buck a piece to my friends." "Lubricated?" asked Bobby as he netted a serve. "Yep," said Billy, getting to his feet as Joey won the game. I think I forgot something in there. "You mind if we watch?" "Watch and learn," said Joey. "The master is about to demonstrate. Raise your arms," he said to me as he came and stood right in front of me. My legs felt sort of numb. "There may be a test later," he said to his smiling friends. I looked up at him, licked my lips and lifted my arms so he could easily strip off my tight little shirt. He tossed it aside and I wondered what he was going to do. I felt my tits harden in the cool air, you know, the way my nipples get when you lick them. He reached right down and tickled one. "Damn," said Billy, looking at me and licking his lips. "What a fine, juicy pair." "How old'd you say she was?" asked Bobby. "Damn if I know," said Joey, stripping off his shirt and unbuckling his belt. "Want her to do blow jobs first?" I was not sure, but I guessed they were talking about me. And I did know what a blow job is, smarty, even if I hadn't done one yet. "I'm fourteen," I said, "if you want to know." Nobody seemed to pay any attention. Maybe I didn't say it out loud. I'm not sure. "Nah, later," Bobby said, "when we need one to get it back up." By then he had stripped off his shorts and underpants and his big, fat cock rested atop the ping- pong table. Pauli, it looked like a bratwurst, honest it did, just lying there. "Fine pair a'jugs you been hiding there, girl," said Billy, and I watched him quickly get out of his clothes and lean back on the far wall, his throbbing scrotum in his hand, about as big as a baseball, his stiff cock jerking with his pulse. It was bigger than Bobby's and kind of squirmed around, pointing upward. I just looked from boy to boy, from erection to erection, and wondered what was going on. It was really curious; they were all different, alike but different. I felt confused, sort of like I was watching a movie. Joey's prick jumped up in my face as he leaned to pull down my Daisy Duke shorts and tiny panties to reveal my hairless groin, which I had carefully shaved for my new, high-cut swimsuits, as I am sure you remember since you helped me do it. He put me on my back and got up between my legs with this rigid thing sticking right out in front of him, like a tree limb or something, and he lifted my left leg up on his chest and shoulder. He smiled at his buddies and set the rearing head of his stiff thing at my puckered lips as I blinked up at him, smiling and wondering what he was doing. It really felt odd, having that hot thing in there between my legs, that knob thing. It felt like he was screwing a light bulb into me. The room seemed to be moving, rocking, like I was on a ship. He pushed, made a funny face, rubbed his fat cockhead up and down my folds and pushed again. His thing bent and he grunted and shoved, snorted right above my face, grabbed the arm of the sofa and pushed hard with his feet on the other arm while my other leg came around his waist somehow. All his muscles tensed and his thing bent like the letter U, and he cried out in pain and jumped away. I think I smiled at him. He was looking at it, worried like. "Spit on it," I heard Billy suggest, and I looked but couldn't see him so I guess he was right behind me. I heard Bobby say, "Try a rubber," as Joey stroked his stiff member, poked at me with his finger and screwed its head into my little slit again, spreading my legs still wider, almost doing the splits which I know you can do but I cannot. Anyhow, I think I told him to stop. I think I did, because it hurt. He took a deep breath and shoved again, shoved hard with a loud grunt, said a dirty word, spat in his hand, greased his thing and pushed it in again without penetrating one bit, but I could feel it, feel the pressure, the head spreading my lips. I guess my guardian muscles were too tight or something. It was not that I was dry; I wasn't, but the doctor told me I had a thick hymen so maybe that was the problem. "Shit," Joey said, sitting back on his heels, his dripping rod standing straight up before him, sore and bent to the side, dripping something. "Never happened before." I watched him open a condom pack and roll the thin, slick rubber down his shaft, check the head, stroke it twice and get back to work, shifting his hands to my upright breasts, squeezing and stretching out my nipples as he grunted and jabbed fruitlessly. If I had to guess, I'd say the thing he was poking me with was about a half-foot long and about as big around as my big toe. I have to admit I enjoyed that, having him maul my boobs and pull on my nipples. He was sweating and exhaling and getting nowhere as my head rocked from side to side and I hummed something, feeling really good. I remember lifting my hips to meet his efforts and trying to pull his head down to my mouth. But he could not get it in. He was dripping sweat on me; I do remember that, and mumbling something. Then he cussed again. "Turn her over," Billy suggested. "Sometimes doggy's easier." I looked up over my head and there he was with this big stiff thing in his hand. It was really big, big and red. Joey nodded and helped me roll over and get up on my elbows and knees. "Great ass for a kid," said Joey. He patted my raised rump, got on his knees behind me, laid his long thing in my crack, pushed down on the small of my back and moved my legs apart. He rubbed his glans, I think that's what it's called, the head part, we learned its name last year but I get them confused, maybe it's the fore-something, he rubbed it within my quivering labia and began moving in and out gently but firmly. I think he got it perhaps an inch into me but not the whole head `cause I could feel the ridge on the shaft moving to and fro, leaned over me, gasping for breath, shoved as hard as he could, whimpered in pain and quit. I think I may have sobbed or sighed or something like that. He bit his lip and it looked like he had tears in his eyes. "Go on. Do her ass," Bobby urged. I didn't understand that at all. I had been trying to let him in, but I just couldn't. "Cornhole her," somebody said. I have no idea what that means, but that's what I heard. "Nah, you can have her," Joey said, stepping off the couch, his sore penis drooping in his hand. "Let a man show you how it's done," Bobby said and I saw him grin as he positioned me on my back, spread my legs up on his forearms and sank his big crown into my tiny folds and lifted my butt in his hands. He gritted his teeth and rammed with every muscle he had, making a really ugly face, his neck staining. I could feel his wrinkled scrotum bouncing off my bottom. I looked down between us and saw his thing bend double, and he jumped back, and said something about being afraid he might break it. The other boys laughed and he told them that he had heard of that happening, of a cock tearing and being ruined. He really did look worried, and he sweating like crazy, looking at it like he was worried. He dropped my legs, looked down at me, I guess I was smiling, took a deep breath and said, "I give up. She's too young; too damn tight." "I'm fourteen," I told them again. Billy Jackson, the lifeguard who I guess was the oldest of the three boys, fingered me and then gave it a try with the same lack of success although I have some bruises from his efforts. I guess his thing was somewhat bigger than the other two or maybe harder but I'm not sure. They all looked pretty big to me. He used his fingers or maybe his thumbs to pry open my lips before he poked it into me. Naomi, he announced as he sat back, snorting for breath with his big thing in his hand, was simply not penetrable unless they cut her open, made her bigger. He tried to stick a finger in me again and wiggled it some. "Oh no," I remember saying. Or at least think I did. That really scared me. "Don't cut me." Anyhow, and I know you will not believe this part; he crawled up my body and eased his big thing into my parted lips. I don't know why I let him do it, but I do know that I licked, opened wider and then sucked the whole thing, at least most of it. Then I gagged and sucked some more, reached up and held it and licked and bobbed and soon I had a mouthful of semen. It just poured out, salty and sticky, and you should have heard the funny noise he made. Bobby got me to sit up and suck him while he stood before me, his balls in his hand. I reached out and held his thing. It was soft on the outside but hard like wood or something underneath, and it was very warm. So I sucked him too and stroked him at the same time, and Joey then reclined on the sofa and had me try to mount his upright pole before he gave up and let me suck him until he spurted out a ribbon of white stuff twice after I licked him like a popsicle. I licked some of his sticky semen off his hard belly, and he wiped off the rest with his t-shirt. So Pauli, they got dressed and left me there, sitting on the sofa, wiping their spend from my lips with one hand and holding a Coke bottle up between my thighs with the other, its neck as far into me as any of them had gotten, just that first little curved part under the top. I couldn't make it go in either. Anyhow, I guess I'm still a virgin, a virgin that three boys have poked their things into. How's that for a secret? END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 57