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Snail Mail
by Old Bill (address withheld)
***
A young girl almost loses her virginity to three boys
in one afternoon and learns a lot in the process. (mf-
teens, youths, 1st, oral)
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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?
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
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