Hi. I'm one of the authors on this web site. I've written a number of stories that have yielded me a lot of e-mail, most of it very complimentary. I answer every one of them. This has led to me developing a number of what we used to call "pen pals". This particular person's initial note to me told me quite graphically how she had reacted to one of my precious stories. I wrote back that I wished I could have been present to witness her pleasure at reading my story. When this young lady (as far as any one can tell on the Internet) wrote back, she asked me about an idea she had for a story she wanted me to write for her. I wrote back that I would consider the idea if she wanted to share it with me. Although my stories are based on a lot of truth, and I've never just taken off on some subject I had no real experience with, I would have been willing to at least consider her request. Without giving away who I actually am, let me just say that I am, at the least, a handy neighbor to have. Being such, the least I could do was be open to her suggestion (not the first request I've received.)
When she next wrote to me, I read her "idea" and came to the conclusion that she was telling me the truth. She wrote me what you will see below, between the double brackets. Except for a few "cosmetic" changes, every word is hers, and you might just enjoy seeing it as I received it. I have lost contact with her (her e-mail address returns a Daemon saying that the site doesn't recognize her address) but I hope she's still out there, somewhere, and continuing to record her memoirs.
OK, well, here is some food for a good story. I use to spend summers with my grandmother when I was growing up. My two uncles were still living at home. They are not much older than me. Chris is 6 years older and Michael is 8 years older. My grandmother lived on a farm in the midwest. She and Grandpa had adopted two orphaned boys that I called my Uncles. Grandpa died many years before the time I'm going to tell you about. The land wasn't farmed much but was completely owned by Grandma. She would go in at the crack of dawn every day to work at a factory in town. That is when the fun began.
It started off with Chris and Michael crawling in bed beside me. They would hug me and tell me to go back to sleep. They eventually adventured on to massaging my back and then my butt and finally to spreading my legs and slipping their fingers in and out of my pussy and ass. At that time of my life, I didn't really know exactly what they were doing. I really didn't know anything about sex and I didn't know I had much of anything to slip a finger in and out of down there. I would lie on my tummy and pretend to be asleep. Eventually, the more I relaxed and pretended I didn't know what was going on, the more I began to enjoy it. I was very attracted to my "uncles".
They finally caught on one day that I was awake when I let out a small moan. Michael had pulled my panties off, spread my legs, and started licking on my pussy. I had never felt anything like it. Chris was sucking on my nubile breast. I couldn't keep on pretending. I accidentally moaned. They started laughing. I guess they knew all along that I was faking it. Michael told me, "Baby, it's okay. We won't tell, we just want you to learn some stuff and no one else will know our secret." I would let them play with me time and time again. It felt so increasingly good, and besides, they said there was nothing wrong with it, and they were, after all, my "uncles."
By the next year, Mike moved into an apartment in town. Sometimes I would go into town to spend the weekend. One night Mike gave me a night gown he had bought for me to wear over at his house only. It had bikini panties that tied on each side and a flowing lacy top that also tied on each side. I went to bed early that night. Chris came over with a couple of his friends. They turned on a movie and I went to sleep in my room. Finally, a little later, Chris came in and asked if I wanted to watch a movie with them. I crawled out of bed and climbed onto Uncle Mike's lap. I was still halfway asleep when Mike repositioned me to be facing away from him, so that I was leaning back against his chest with my legs on either side of his. Then he began lightly rubbing my breasts and pinching my nipples. Slowly, he untied each side of my panties and began massaging my pussy. I felt great embarrassment when I woke up and realized what he was doing to me with all his of friends watching. I also came to the realization that the movie they were watching was a porn movie. I had never seen anything like it before. I got scared and stiffened up. Mike started rubbing my arms, kissing my neck and ears, and saying, "It'll be okay, baby. No one will know. We just want to relieve a little stress for the boys."
Up to this point, I had never seen a cock; Mike and Chris had shown great restraint in the past by only playing with me at night. Anyway, Mike kept telling me to relax and just watch the movie. Meanwhile, he kept running his fingers in and out of my (now) wet pussy, and down to the crack to my ass. Occasionally he would try to run a finger in and out of my ass hole. He kept asking me if it felt good. And asking if I enjoy what I was seeing in the movie. I know that at that age I maybe shouldn't have gotten so hot, but they had sort of been working me up to this for a long time, and it felt so good that I just gave in to the yearnings of my young body.
Finally, at some point in the evening, Chris came over and grabbed my ankles and held them spread open on each side of Mike's legs, which he also spread apart. He began sucking and licking on my cunt. He rammed one and then two fingers in my pussy. Finally he said it was time to learn what it meant to be a woman. One of the guys said, "Hey, stick a bottle up her pussy first." Chris grabbed Mike's nearly full beer bottle and pushed it up in my pussy. They leaned me back so that the beer ran all the way in me. Another of their friends came over and started sucking the beer off my cunt and legs. Mike stood up, holding me around my breasts with one arm, and dropped his pants. He sat me down on his lap again, with his cock sticking up between my legs, and told me to squeeze my legs together. He kept ramming it between my tightly closed legs. Finally he said, "Baby, I can't take it any more." He put me on the floor on my hands and knees, and rammed his cock in my mouth. He kept saying, "I love you. I love you. Suck it. Suck it like a lollipop, you cock sucker. You are my sweet little cock sucker."
