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 This is a true story, as I remember it.  It involves people who were
underage at the time, just engaged in harmless fun.  If you don't like the
idea of hearing my history then don't read on.  If you do read on, you've
now been warned, so you can't blame me...

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   The school I went to when I was 12 had a gym that blocked line of sight
from the classrooms and places where the teachers could keep an eye on you.
That meant about a third of the playing fields couldn't been seen by anyone
in authority.  In the rest of the playing fields us girls were safe to play
as we wanted without the boys being able to do much to us except maybe pull
our hair and run off (not something that bothered me much though, I've had
short hair for a long time now).  But in the bit that couldn't be seen it
was accepted that anything goes.  Girls going there were fair game for
anything.  And we knew it.

   I wouldn't go there voluntarily - girls that did got a reputation, but
then anything will give you a reputation when you're 12.  But the boys had
ways to get you to go there - stealing something from you and running just
slow enough to make you think you could catch them before you got behind
the gym was a favourite.  And yes, it worked all the time, especially on
me. OK, maybe it gave a girl a good excuse to go there when she wanted
everyone else to think she wouldn't normally.  Whatever.  Fact is we all
went there for one reason or another at some point.

   The reason the boys wanted us back there so badly is that they'd
invented a game.  In other schools, and in the parts of the playing field
the teachers could see, we played kiss-chase.  Behind the gym we `played'
spit-chase.  Only a boy could invent that...

   The basic rules of the game were that the girl had to run for her life,
and the boy who finally caught her (cause there was always more than one
doing the chasing once a girl was separated from the pack) wrestled her to
the ground (with much groping and fondling of developing boobs and thighs)
and pinned her there with his weight on the girl's body, and her wrists
held so she couldn't struggle.  He'd then just wait until she accepted that
she wasn't getting up from being crushed under his weight (probably helped
by the fact he'd be grinding his under-developed cock into her crotch while
lying on her) until she opened her mouth.  Then he'd spit in it.  Yup, she
had to swallow the spit of the boy lying on her before she'd be allowed up.

   You could divide the boys I went to school with (the ones that played
spit-chase anyway) into good guys and bad guys based on how they spat on
you.  Some would dribble to make you open up.  You knew they were just
interested in seeing you humiliated, not in the physical contact.  They'd
dribble their spit slowly onto your face if you didn't open up, and it
still went in slowly (and cold) even if you did.  They were the kind of
boys that would grow up to be serial killers or something.  Too much
thinking about it and not enough enjoying lying on a defenceless girl.

   Then you had the good guys who would use it as an excuse to get a sneaky
open mouthed kiss, cause all that meant was that they fancied you and it's
kind of a compliment to be spat on by a lad like that.  Then you had the
really nasty guys, ones who'd snort up mucous into their mouth for ages
while holding you down, then wait until you accepted that you weren't
getting up until you let them spit that lot into your mouth, and once you
did look them in the eye and open your mouth they'd spit a big load at your
face, not caring if they got it cleanly into your mouth or if some
spattered your face too.  And they'd keep you pinned down until you'd
swallowed.  And then they'd let their friends do the same to you.  And all
the while the boy on you would be grinding his hardening cock against your
pussy, letting you know what he'd really like to be doing to you.

   That used to make me blush more than the humiliation of being spat on by
a group of boys.  Because yes, they caught me, and probably more times than
the others.  It's like they knew there was something in me that meant
catching me wasn't too much trouble, and that I'd open my mouth a little
quicker than the other girls, and not complain as I swallowed down whatever
disgusting goo came my way.

   And that's what brought me to their attention at a party.  Because these
boys were a little older (ok, maybe like 3 years older) and yeah I enjoyed
them lying on me.  That's why I'm called Sopha.  So when I was at my first
party where there were no parents, only older kids to look after us
youngsters (yeah, adults can be touchingly trusting at times), I got taken
by the hand and led into a bedroom but the leader of their little gang. 
The rest stood outside to stop us being disturbed.  I wasn't even sure of
his name (I think it was Mike looking back, but he never introduced
himself).  He told me I was going to swallow something of his that would
taste better than spit.

   Now don't get me wrong, I knew he wanted to get sexy with me, and I
liked that.  I wasn't a saint, and I'm still not.  I knew I liked it when a
lad took control of me and did something disgusting with me.  I wasn't
going to tell him that, but I wasn't about to leave - I wanted to see where
it was going.  Yeah I was naïve, but really curious too.

   He sat me on the bed, and standing in front of me he unzipped his
trousers.  Pulling them down along with his pants he showed me the first
cock I saw in the flesh.  Not huge, but not small either.  It wasn't too
hard yet either, I think because he was nervous of my reaction - would I
scream and get him in trouble?  I didn't scream.  I looked him in the eye
and sat where I was.  He moved closer to me, and his rising cock pointed
straight at my mouth.  Still I didn't flinch.  He put his hand on the back
of my head, wrapping his fingers in my short hair to stop me pulling away
once he started, and he told me to open up.

   My mouth was bone dry, and I found myself trembling.  I swear my face
was red hot too.  But I didn't even think once about not obeying.  Looking
back it's clear that I'm just a natural submissive.  I do what I'm told,
without really giving thought to my own welfare or needs.  But back then it
wasn't something I knew about - who does at that age?  Not that I gave a
seconds thought to all this philosophising.  I opened my mouth, parting my
shiny baby pink party-lipstick painted lips that had never even been
properly kissed by a boy, and I let this boy who I only vaguely knew push
his now rock hard cock right in.

   I had no idea what to do then, but thankfully he didn't want much from
me.  A lad that age wasn't going to last long in the mouth of a naïve young
girl like me anyway, so technique wasn't an issue.  He pumped his cock
backwards and forwards through the baby-pink ring of my lips, using the
hand wrapped in my hair to guide my head's movements.  He banged the back
of my throat a couple of times, and I coughed around him a bit, but other
than that it was entirely uneventful.  His cock was clean enough (which
looking back surprises me) and tasted manly but not bad.  His foreskin
rubbing back and forth against my tongue is really what I remember most of
the experience before him cumming.  That part is what I remember most about
the whole thing of course.

   He really didn't last long, but I had no idea what was going to happen
when his thighs tensed and he stopped pumping for a second.  Then he held
my head tight against his crotch and gushed his cum into my mouth.  After
having swallowed his mixture of snot and spit on the playing field I had no
trouble swallowing down his jism, especially as I had no idea what it was.
I remember wondering about the salty taste and the slippery warm feeling in
my throat afterwards.  And I clearly remember my first cum burp later.

   He didn't stay with me, but left me sitting on the bed in stunned
silence.  I was fine, and intrigued, but still trembling.  Outside he was
hive-fived by his mates, who then wandered off to enjoy the rest of the
party.  I rejoined my own friends, who thought I'd been to the loo it was
over so quickly, and who I never told about what happened.  The lad never
caught me in spit-chase again, and the game tailed off after they left
school.  We never spoke and never dated.  I sucked and swallowed a virtual
stranger, who had abused my mouth with all sorts of things in the months
beforehand, and I'd come out the other side none the worse for wear, and
all the more curious.

   And you know what?  I have absolutely no regrets!
   Sopha xxx