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Young female BBSer Sharon's dirty notes
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
WRITINGS by Sharon
INTRODUCTIONS
I started BBS'ing about six months ago after I had become
completely infatuated with computers. I obtained my first one about
nine months ago. The salesman said it was one of the best on the
market, a new 386 SX. Of course, I had to have all the extras; a
multi-sync VGA monitor, a color printer, a scanner, and of course, a
HST 14400 modem. The price was reasonable, in my opinion. I paid for
the system in the same way I have gotten everything I have ever wanted.
Nh income! Other than that, I earn a pretty fair living doing what I do
best. For 1989, I grossed over $85,000. And, for me, gross means tax free!
Not bad for a country girl, huh?
CHAPTER ONE - DISCOVERY!
I discovered what you might call "my calling" in life early on. I am one
of two children, my brother being a little more than three years older than
me. David was never much of a jock type and, actually, he's not a brain
either. But, in a small town like Palatka, he's probably better than most.
Anyway, I realized at about age ten that there was a distinct difference
between he and I. I guess, thinking back, that I probably had noticed it
before but it had never really struck me. David had been left to babysit me
and, like he did frequently, as soon as mom and dad left he headed straight to
the bathroom. For some reason, and I honestly don't remember why, I had to
ask him something important. So, I knocked on the bathroom door and walked
right in.
We kind of caught each other off guard! There he was laying on his back
with his hand wrapped around his cock. And there I was, standing at the
doorway, staring with my mouth open in surprise. He jumped up trying to cover
what was as stiff as a board and I just stood there staring at it. He yelled
for me to get out of there and, I guess I was scared, because that's exactly
what I did. I ran to my room and slammed the door behind me. A few minutes
later David walked into the room and sat down on the bed beside me. I was
afraid that he was going to hit me or something for walking in on him like
that but I was also curious about what he was doing.
Before he had a chance to say anything, I blurted out, "What were you
doing?" I glanced down at his crotch and noticed there was obviously nothing
stiff in there now.
"What do you mean?" he asked me back.
"You know."
"Well, first you have to promise not to say anything about this to mom or
dad. Promise?"
"I promise."
(I might add that this is my recollection of the conversation to the best
I can remember. I DO remember being both scared and excited, so some of this
may be cloudy in my mind.)
David began by asking me if mom or dad had ever talked to me about sex.
I answered very truthfully that the hadn't. Some friends of mine had
mentioned it a couple times but not in much detail.
David explained that he had been doing something called "jerking off" and
that it felt really good but that it was something that no one else could
know. I asked him why not, if it felt so good. He told me something about it
being something only grownups could do, kind of like drinking beer and smoking
and that mom and dad would be really mad if they caught him doing it. That
explanation sounded pretty reasonable to me.
"Can girls jerk off?" I asked him.
"No, not really jerk off," he said. "They kind of rub and feel, but they
don't have anything down there to jerk!"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I'm not really sure because I'm not a girl!"
Again his explanation somehow sounded reasonable. I was beyond curious
now so I kind of changed the subject.
"Can I watch you do it?" I asked.
"You'd really want to do that?" He looked surprised.
"Uh-huh. It looked kind of neat," I told him.
He told me that he wasn't sure it was such a good idea and that if mom or
dad ever found out he could get in real trouble. A glance at his crotch told
me that the stiff thing was back.
"Well, if I did it in front of you, then we'd be able to get each other
in trouble, right?" I asked him. The logic must have been perfect because he
answered that he guessed so.
We both got up off the bed and I got undressed. I think he was more
embarrassed than I was at me being naked, (actually I wasn't embarrassed at
all!) I told him to sit down on the chair next to my bed and I laid down on
the bed. Then I looked at him for instructions.
"What am I supposed to do," I asked.
"Well, first off, spread your legs a little bit."
I parted them a little.
He went on, "Now take your hand and put it down there," pointing to my
crotch.
I did as I was instructed. David then told me to rub myself with two
fingers and to close my eyes. I did and as I lay there I started to feel
pretty warm and tingly. I'm not going to say I had any kind of orgasm because
I obviously didn't but it did feel great.
After a couple minutes I opened my eyes. David was sitting there staring
and rubbing his crotch. Our eyes met and he stood up and took off his pants.
His cock sprung out of his underwear like it was alive. It was only the
second time in my life I had seen an erect cock and it was amazing to me. I
just gazed at it as he sat back down and starting running his hand up and down
it.
I reached down to resume rubbing myself and yanked my hand away as I felt
like I had peed on the bed. David laughed and said something about me being
wet. I looked up and him and he realized I didn't have a clue as to what was
going on.
"Girls get wet down there when they're turned on and it looks like you're
turned on," he said. David reached down and touched my crotch. His touch
sent shivers up my body and I let out a little moan.
"Do you like that," he asked?
"Uh-huh, it feels good," I replied.
David got up and sat down on the bed by my knees. He spread my legs
a bit more and examined me with both hands. I was in heaven and hell at the
same time. I couldn't believe what was happening inside of me. I felt like I
was on fire. And the thought that this was my brother with me never even
entered my mind.
After a few minutes I didn't think I could handle any more and asked
David if there was anything I could do for him. He looked up at me and
smiled. He lay back a bit across my legs and swung his legs up towards the
head of the bed. His cock was just a few inches from my head.
"Take it in your hand and start rubbing it," he told me. I lay over on
my right side and did as I was told. I remember thinking how neat all of this
was, and how my mom and dad were really rotten for keeping it all from me.
After just a couple seconds of my touching him, David started to moan.
He wrapped his hand around mine and starting rubbing himself really hard and
fast. Suddenly he moaned, his body jerked, and some white stuff came shooting
out of his cock. It kind of surprised me and scared me at the same time. I
remember it coming down over my hands and how it was really warm and gooey.
Not something that I had really expected. But, from the look on David's face
and the way he had moaned, it must have meant something good.
As luck would have it, just then, we heard the front door open and my
daddy's voice asking where everyone was. We both scrambled to our feet and
quietly got dressed. Walking downstairs, my father asked David whether I had
been good. David just kind of smiled as he looked down at me and answered
yes.
Watch for my next writings........Right now I've got something I HAVE to take
care of. Bye for now.
WRITINGS III by Sharon
INTRODUCTIONS
I started BBS'ing about six months ago after I had become
completely infatuated with computers. I obtained my first one about
nine months ago. The salesman said it was one of the best on the
market, a new 386 SX. Of course, I had to have all the extras; a
multi-sync VGA monitor, a color printer, a scanner, and of course, a
HST 14400 modem. The price was reasonable, in my opinion. I paid for
the system in the same way I have gotten everything I have ever wanted.
No monetary exchange, just a quickie in the back of the store and he
even loaded the equipment in my car. Over $5000 worth of merchandise.
Not bad for about 20 minutes work! It's not that I don't have the money.
Actually, money has never been a problem for me. It's simply that I enjoy it.
I'm writing this kind of as an assignment. I decided to go back to
school last semester at the local community college here and one of my
favorite classes is English Comp I. While I doubt very seriously if I could
turn this in as an choice piece, I think the instructor would probably give me
an A. And I haven't even finished writing it yet.
My name is Sharon and I'll leave my last name out, thank you. As I
mentioned, money has never been any kind of a problem. I was born to fairly
wealthy parents and my daddy still has me on an allowance. To him, I'm still
his innocent little girl who needs his help. And I enjoy keeping up that
illusion. Especially when it means an extra five or six hundred dollars a
month income! Other than that, I earn a pretty fair living doing what I do
best. For 1989, I grossed over $85,000. And, for me, gross means tax free!
Not bad for a country girl, huh?
CHAPTER THREE - A NEW EXPERIENCE
Somehow, and don't ask me how, all of this activity between my brother
and I had never really approached the point of going "all the way." We were
both terribly, terribly happy that we were doing what we were doing and,
believe it or not, neither of us really knew much about proceeding any
further. As luck would have it, though, my big brother came through again.
(No pun intended.)
We had been having our little secret sessions for well over a year and,
for that entire time, neither of us had said anything to anyone else for fear
of what would happen if word got out. That all suddenly changed with my
brother letting it out to a good friend of his. It just so happened that this
good friend was the same one who had found his father's porno magazine on
sucking.
I had known Timmy for about 5 years and I had always liked him. He never
teased me about being a girl or being younger than him and really, had always
treated me great. He and David were best friends and, thinking back, it
amazes me that David went as long as he had without saying anything about us.
When he finally did mention it, Timmy apparently asked David if he could get
in on the action too. When David first approached me about having a
threesome, I was both excited and really pissed off at the same time. I
immediately got turned on by the prospect of Timmy, as I mentioned, I had
always liked him. But I was terrified that now that our secret was out,
everyone would get to know. Anyway, after a lot of talking between the two of
us, I finally agreed.
It didn't take long for Timmy to get over to our house that afternoon.
My mom and dad were both out for the day and not expected back until late.
The three of us went up to my bedroom, sat on the bed and talked about sex for
a while. I could tell Timmy was anxious but we were all incredibly shy about
really making the first move. We all knew why we were there, but no one knew
exactly how to bring it up.
Timmy was the one who brought up strip poker, or strip card playing, as
we didn't really know the rules of poker. We took turns cutting the cards and
seeing who had low card. Whoever did had to remove one article of clothing.
I might add that by the time this all took place, I had started developing a
decent looking body. Not fully, but developing at any rate. Anyway, Timmy
lost the first three hands in a row and lost his shirt, t-shirt and belt in
rapid order. Timmy was a little older than David, probably seventeen by this
time (I was 13 1/2 going on 19, if you know what I mean). I remember admiring
his chest (he actually had some hair on it, something I had never really seen
on David).
Then it seemed like it was David's turn to lose, and he did just that,
four or five times in a row. Then, Timmy's turn. Pretty soon, David and
Timmy were both down to their underpants and I was sitting there having lost
only one hand. I was really enjoying myself seeing the two of them sweating
it out there, especially Timmy who was stiff as a board under those
underpants.
The enjoyment I was feeling didn't last long because, all of a sudden,
David looked at Timmy and said something like, "I think she's cheating and I
think we ought to get her!" With that, both of them jumped at me and pinned
me back on the bed. I half-heartedly struggled with them as they got me
undressed. I remember thinking that this was really wild and I remember
enjoying it very much. Everything between David and I had become, while
really enjoyable, kind of complacent. We'd go to my bedroom, get undressed,
feel each other up for a while, have oral sex, get dressed and go back
downstairs. This was different. David was more bold than he had been by
himself. I guess it was having his friend there. Timmy was beside himself
with me. And I, well, lets just say, I was ready for anything and everything
that might happen.
After they had me fully undressed, I stopped my struggling and started
enjoying. David had gone down on me and it felt great, I needed it by that
time. I had called Timmy up to me and I was giving him his first blowjob.
His cock was different that Davids, and I guess that surprised me a bit at the
time. I just didn't expect it. It had a different texture and a definitely
different taste to it. Better, actually. And, what really surprised me was
the size. While David was probably, as I realize now, a little smaller than
average, Timmy was humungous, probably one of the largest I have seen even to
this day.
After just a few minutes of this, we switched positions with Timmy
licking me and me having David's cock in my mouth. I was in heaven.
Suddenly, I remember feeling Timmy stop and slide up my body. I guess I half
knew what he was doing but I'm not sure that my mind really accepted it. I
looked up at David and saw he was looking at Timmy's cock starting to push
itself against my "closed" opening. Time just kind of stood still for a few
seconds as I felt the head of Timmy's cock start to penetrate. I felt him
pressing harder and harder, rocking back and forth, trying to completely enter
me. Each time he pushed in, it hurt and burned. Everytime he pulled away a
bit, I got a shudder that felt great. For what seemed like eternity, I was
roller-coastered between these two extremes. All the while, David was just
kind of kneeling there with his cock sticking straight out at my face. He
didn't take his eyes off of Timmy's cock the entire time.
I guess I instinctively pulled my knees up and locked my legs behind
Timmy's back. When I did, that gave him the angle he needed to fully
sink into me. It intially knocked the wind out of me a bit but the feeling
was great. It was like finally scratching an itch that I hadn't been able to
reach before.
Timmy slid and out of me maybe five or six times before I felt him pull
out of me. He knelt up and started pulling on his cock. Within about five
seconds he was squirting all over with such force that I felt a few drops land
on my face. I remember thinking that he was like a cow, there was so much
milk coming out! (Strange thoughts but, it was a strange day!)
Meanwhile, David was still just staring down at my crotch when Timmy
mentioned something about me being a virgin. I guess he was shocked that,
with all that David and I had done, we had never done "it." Thinking back,
so am I! Timmy reached over, next to my bed and grabbed a few Kleenex and
handed them to me. I wiped up my stomach and face as he asked David if it was
his turn now. David looked at me and I guess my eyes said it was OK because
David slid around and positioned himself between my legs. Timmy got up and
came and stood at the side of the bed next to my head.
As David began to enter me, Timmy began feeling my breasts and stroking
my head. I remember feeling David entering me and going into some kind of
never-never land in my mind. It felt great. David wasn't as big as Timmy and
there was no pain at all. I locked my legs behind David's back and just lay
back and enjoy. Timmy suddenly twisted my head to the side and there was his
big cock staring me in the face. Without saying a word, he pushed it forward
at my mouth.
I let it slide in my mouth and, again, the taste had changed. Suddenly I
realized that I was tasting the remnants of myself more than I was tasting
him. And again, I realized, it tasted pretty good!
David was used up in a matter of a minute or so, doing the same thing as
Timmy, pulling out of me and coming on my stomach. Timmy remained hard for a
while longer before I felt him start to tense up. As I had so many times with
David, I felt Timmy boil over to spasm and I felt the back of my throat fill
with his sperm. (For the fourth time, a different taste.)
Afterwards, neither Timmy or David said much and each got dressed. I
remember laying there half watching them and trying to take in all that had
just happened. Timmy walked over to me and looked down at me and smiled. He
told me that I had been great and that he wanted to know what I thought of
him. I told him he was great too and with that he reached down and gave me a
kiss on the forehead. David looked over from across the room and I think I
saw a mixture of pride and jealousy on his face.
Things had reached a new plateau in my life and I was loving it. I don't
think there is a thirteen year old girl alive who would change a thing that
had been going on in my life over the past 18 months. And, little did I know
at the time, all of this was just training for what would come to be!
Watch for my NEXT writings.....right now, I have to go take care of something!
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