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 The Chat Room by Cyberguy

   The following is fiction, sort of.  A reader emailed me to say he liked
my stories and also told me about how he met his wife when he was 20 and
she was 13.  His story was so very sexy that I asked him for permission to
use it as the basis for an erotic story.  Here it is.  The basic story is
absolutely true but the scenes are a product of my active imagination. 
Don't worry about what is fact and what is fiction.  Just enjoy.

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   Forrest Gump, quoting his mother, said, "Life is like a box of
chocolates.  You never know what you're gonna get." I joined the Navy to go
places and see things but what I mainly saw was the inside of that big
naval hospital in San Diego.

   Yeah, I did see Hawaii and Japan but I was gonna be a "lifer" if I
hadn't broken my foot.  My foot!  My goddam foot!  Everything on a ship is
heavy, made to withstand rough seas, explosions, torpedos, bombs, what have
you.  So, when something falls on your foot, your foot loses the contest.
Hell, I'm 6ft 2 and 215 lbs; I oughta be able to take some punishment.  But
there I was in sick bay and ultimately the hospital in San Diego and my
plans to see the world courtesy of Uncle Sam were dashed.

   I was eventually given a desk job that was boring beyond belief, a
not-so-bad room to myself and was exempt from crap duty, like KP.  The
worst part was that I couldn't walk very far or very fast for several
months so I read, I watched TV, I played checkers, I played poker (that was
a BIG mistake!).  I spent a lot of time in my room on the internet and soon
discovered chat rooms.  LOTS of chat rooms, mostly inhabited by people with
too much time on their hands, like me.

   I chatted with folks about cars for a while.  I've always loved cars --
driving, working on them, customizing them.  I even like washing them.  I'm
a little obsessive-compulsive about my "stuff." I like it neat and clean,
my car included.  I had to laugh one day when I was out on one of the few
dates I had in San Diego and the girl said to me, "You know what I like
about you?" "No," I said, not having a clue why she agreed to go out with
me.  "Your shoes are always polished." Maybe that's one reason I liked the
Navy -- they have the same approach to things.  Anyway, I never got past
second base with her but I've always chuckled at her remark.  My shoes are
STILL highly polished to this day, some six years since I left the Navy.

   Chat about cars didn't hold my interest for long; chat about sex did!  I
discovered I can't tell you how many "flirting" chat rooms on the 'net. 
Most of the conversations were pretty lame and most of the people didn't
have an ounce of brains, just overactive sex drive.  But I found a couple
where the people weren't all named stuff like "longhard1" or "pussy4u" and
the conversations were actually about something.

   One such site -- I won't reveal the name -- had some college girls who
were looking for guys but they all seemed to be from Pennsylvania or
Virginia or Toronto.  Not convenient for a guy in San Diego who hadn't
received his discharge papers yet and was still on crutches.  Nonetheless,
once you got one off in a private conversation, they were sexy as hell and
some of our conversations about sex were almost as effective for me as the
real thing.  I got cyber-laid at least once a week.

   One girl in particular, whose screen name was "LISA," wasn't as explicit
as the others but she and I chatted about everything you can imagine.  Yes,
we also had our share of steamy stuff.  At first, she mainly listened and I
related in excruciating detail what we might be doing if we were out on a
date, a real date.

   I explained how I would hold her and kiss her, softly at first.  Online,
I kissed her eyelids, her nose and her chin before I ever touched my lips
to hers.  I described how I would kiss her so softly she wouldn't know for
sure that my lips were against hers but she would feel my hot breath as I
held a long, tantalizing, smoldering kiss.

   LISA said she was rubbing herself and that just my description of a kiss
made her cum in her panties.  She asked me for a photograph.  I explained
that I didn't have a digital camera but suggested I could get a cheap web
cam if she would.  The next night we both had bought and installed cams.

   It took us a half hour to figure out how to install and use the cams but
suddenly there she was grinning at me and then an astonished look on her
face as she saw me for the first time.  What got my attention was that she
didn't look like a college girl; junior high or high school maybe but not
the 18 or so year-old girl I thought I was chatting with.

   "I'm 13," she answered when I asked.  "Didn't I tell you?"

   "No," I wrote.  "I guess I didn't ask.  You seemed so mature when we
chatted I just assuemed you were in college or something."

   "Hahahaha.  Me?  College?  I'm in the 8th grade."

   "Wow!  But you're definitely pretty.  Nice face and I think I can see a
nice .....  umm...  rack there?"

   "You like?" She raised up and used both hands to squeeze her boobs
together.  Not large but certainly at least a mouthful, I thought.

   "Yeah."

   "Just a sec," she said.  I watched her slowly unbutton her blouse,
licking her lips seductively.  She pulled it out of whatever she was
wearing -- pants, shorts or a skirt -- and opened the front to reveal her
bra-covered breasts.

   "Mmm," I wrote.  "Yummy." My dick twitched as I looked at her.

   "Wanna see more?"

   "Of course," I wrote back quickly.

   Her eyes narrowed as she continued her little strip-tease.  She brought
her hands up behind her back and I saw the tension released on the bra as
she unhooked it.  My dick twitched again and started to grow.

   She slowly pulled each strap from her shoulder, holding the bra in place
with the other hand before she smiled slightly -- a Mona Lisa teasing smile
-- and very slowly lowered the hand holding her bra.  My dick twitched
again and grew to full size, full attention.  What a nice pair --
good-sized cones not yet fully formed but plenty to fill out an A- or
B-cup, with pretty pink puffy nipples topping each like cherries on a
sundae.  Luscious!  No tan lines, either.

   She held her pose while I admired her then turned left and right to give
me profile views, obviously enjoying the attention.  "Let me see you now,"
she wrote as she leaned forward to type.  Her boobs went out of focus a
little but they were right in front of the web cam now and right in my
face. So close I could almost taste them!

   I pushed my chair back and stood, aiming the camera at my waist.  I
tried to do a little tease for her as well, slowly unbuckling my belt,
unzipping my pants and pulling them down little by little.  I wear jockey
shorts and my cock was poking straight out, tenting the white fabric.  I
continued, slowly pulling my shorts down until my hard cock sprang forth
with a rush.

   "Kewl," she typed.

   "Is that all you can say?" I wrote.

   "It's big!!!"

   "Not really.  How many have you seen?"

   "You're the first, except for little kids," she answered.  "Are they all
that big?"

   "Yeah, pretty much."

   "Wow!" I can't imagine stuffing that thing in my little pussy," she
wrote.

   "How 'bout ur mouth?"

   "I'd like that."

   "You would?"

   "Sure.  I think it would be cool."

   "You ever done it?"

   "Nope.  You would be the first."

   That was the first night of many online giving shows for each other. 
Over the next year or so we chatted almost nightly and our sessions got
hotter and hotter as time went by.  Lisa told me she lived in a very strict
family that didn't allow her to date, so she had lots of time at home alone
in her room.  We put that time to very good use.

   I bought and sent her some of the sexiest lingerie I had ever seen when
she told me her sizes: size 2, 34A.  She modeled it for me right away, not
at all embarassed about showing off her body.  I think girls like to know
they're admired and, in Lisa's case, she was pretty much prohibited from
showing off at school or with friends.  I became her appreciative audience.
VERY appreciative.  When she was alone at home, she would put on a thong
and a see-through nightie I sent her and do a slow, smoldering dance,
slowly removing what little she had on as she danced around the room for
the web-cam.

   "I wanna show you something," she said one evening as she danced up
close to the cam, wearing nothing but the thong.  She tilted the cam down
to her waist and pulled the thong down as she wiggled her hips.  "See?  I
shaved it for you." Lisa is a natural blonde and so her pussy hair was not
very visible anyway, but now she was completely bald and smooth.  She moved
closer to the cam and, while she was a little out of focus, I could see her
smooth mons and, below, her labia, swollen and wet.  I almost came in my
hand right then.

   She backed away so I could see all of her, ran her fingers through her
gaping snatch and slowly brought them to her mouth, where she sucked then
clean, saying, "MMmmmmmm." That's when I DID cum!  I came plenty during the
next year, watching her dance for me, writing long, steamy, detailed
descriptions of what we would do if we were ever together.  She was 14 now
and her boobs had grown to be even nicer but her body was still as slim and
hard as ever.  She could have been the model for a blow-up doll, she was so
cute.  She exuded sex.

   We had been chatting almost two years when I got word that I had a
temporary duty assignment near her.  I couldn't wait to tell her the news.
All the time we had been chatting I just considered Lisa my "dream girl,"
my WET-dream girl, actually.  I did dream of her, I saw her dancing in my
mind as I shuffled papers on my desk.  When I was in the mess hall at meal
time I imagined she was sitting opposite me, rubbing my leg with hers.  She
was on my mind every moment of every day.  I was falling in love with this
beautiful, sexy, 15 year-old chat-room girl, 8 years younger than I.  She
had been in junior high school when I met her, for Chrissakes!

   But now there was a real possibility that I would meet her, hold her,
touch her, smell her hair...fuck her!  She was already online waiting when
I got back to my room after dinner.  "What would you say if I told you we
could meet for real?"

   "No shit?" she said.  "You're kidding me, right?"

   "No kidding.  I've been assigned to a place near you for a few days. 
What say I get a hotel room for a couple of days on my way through?"

   Fucking great!!!" she answered.

   "That's what I had in mind."

   "Me, too.  I've never actually done it, you know."

   "Yeah, you told me."

   "Lemme see it."

   "See what?"

   "Your dick, silly.  Lemme see it.  I wanna imagine you're here right now
and we're on my bed and your dick is all hard and you're about to put it in
my little pussy."

   I shucked my shoes and dropped my pants and shorts.  My cock was already
at attention.  I stood in front of the cam face-on then, when she asked, in
profile, my big dick rising at an angle to my body, already throbbing with
anticipation.

   "Oh, I want it so bad," she wrote.

   "Me, too."

   She quickly shed her clothes and stood close to her cam and began to rub
her pussy.  "It's all wet already, just for you," she wrote.  She moved her
feet apart so I could see her pussy lips and began to run her finger back
and forth between them.  She rubbed circles around her little clit.  I was
stroking my pulsating cock as I watched her pleasure herself.

   "This is you, honey," she said into the microphone.  "This is your cock
fucking me.  I want you to take my cherry.  I want to feel you inside me. I
want you to poke it so far up inside me it'll feel like it's in my throat.
I want to suck it, too.  I want to make it cum all over my boobies."

   She drove me nuts that night.  I used half a dozen tissues jacking
myself off as I watched her diddle herself and talk dirty.  This was a 15
y.o.  girl acting like a slut and looking like a $1,000/night whore.  When
I couldn't stand any more, when my cock was sore and red from the stroking,
when I was drained of cum, we began to plan how we would meet and what we
would do.

   Lisa told me the name of a hotel I could stay in.  She said she could
come see me after school every day and promised we could fuck and suck and
do all kinds of nasty things.  She surprised me when she listed all the
things we had been chatting about, all the slutty things she wanted to do
to me and me to do to her.

   I booked the room and counted the days until I could actually meet her
but I never, ever imagined how really cute and sexy she was.  When I opened
the hotel room door and saw her standing there my knees almost gave way. 
Here was this short blonde beauty in Daisy Duke cutoff denim short shorts
that looked like they had been painted on.  She had a kind of criss-cross
fabric top that didn't do a very good job of hiding her luscious breasts
and, finally, slim, perfectly tanned legs.  My eyes travelled up and down
her sexy body maybe three times before she stopped me.

   "Can I come in?" she asked.

   "I......" That's when she jumped me, smashing her face against mine,
tongue probing my mouth, breasts pressed against my chest, legs wrapped
around my waist.  We were both huffing and puffing through our noses,
kissing passionately, bodies pressed together.

   I backed into the room, found the door with my hand and closed it, still
supporting her like a horny monkey wrapped around me.  She slipped down to
the floor and immediately dropped to her knees and undid my belt.  "I want
it, I want it, I want it," she kept repeating as she unzipped my pants and
fished around inside my shorts for my now-stiff rod.  It was out and into
her mouth before I could move or say anything.

   "Mmmppfff.  So good," she said and then plopped it back into her mouth.
I lasted about 15 seconds before I splattered cum all over her face.  She
swallowed what she could and then licked the rest off my body.  Still on
her knees, she looked up, her face wet with my cum, and grinned this big,
toothy grin.  "Was that ok?" she asked.

   "Ok?  No.  That was terrific, baby."

   "Good, 'cause I never done that before."

   "Coulda fooled me."

   "Well, I practiced on a cucumber and a banana.  I think you're more like
the cucumber.  I've been thinking about doing this ever since you said you
were coming."

   "So have I.  Let me show you what I've been dreaming about," I said as I
took her by the hand and led her to the bed.

   "Lie down and watch.  I wanna dance for you."

   I plopped a couple of pillows under my head and lay back.  Lisa started
her sexy little dance, hips gyrating and moving for and aft like she was
fucking, hands tracing the contours of her body.  Then she reached back
andundid the ties to her top.  The fabric went slack for a moment and then
slipped down her front.  Her two firm breasts bounced into view as she
danced.

   Another minute or two of teasing undulations had me hard and stroking
myself again.  She unsnapped her short and wiggled them down over her hips,
not without difficulty, they were so tight.  The black thong I had sent her
months ago and that was so familiar to me now after countless shows for me
on her webcam appeared as her shorts came down and then off.

   She raised her arms above her head, twisting and turning, bending and
churning, giving me views of every part of her body.  I was afraid I was
going to cum all over the bedspread so I sat up and just watched.  Her
hands came down to the narrow straps on each hip and began to push them
down, never stopping or even slowing her sexy dance.  Little by little, the
thong came off.  She stepped out of it and walked over to where I was
sitting on the edge of the bed and motioned me to move to the center.  Then
she crawled up onto the bed and laid her body the full length of mine.  Her
lips met mine in a tender but passionate kiss and she began to move so that
my cock rubbed up and down against her pussy.  This girl was HOT!!

   She kissed my mouth, chin, neck, moving down until she could kiss each
of my nipples.  OMIGOD how that felt good but I wanted to taste her.  I
rolled over, pinning her under me and slid down to kiss her.  I worked my
way south just as she had, until I had her sweet little boobs just inches
from my face.  I just looked at them for a while, until she lifted her head
and asked me what I was doing.  "Looking at the most beautiful titties in
the whole world," I said.  She grabbed my head in her hands and guided my
mouth to one nipple.

   "Please," she whispered.  "Suck them.  I've been imagining it for a
year, wanting to feel your mouth on my tits, wanting to feel you sucking
like a little baby.  Do it now," she said.

   I kissed one nipple as lightly as I could then used the tip of my tongue
to prod it back and forth.  She gasped at first and lifted her shoulders to
press more tightly against me and my mouth.  Her fingers were in my hair,
pulling me down and forcing more of her titty into my mouth.  I opened wide
and took in as much as I could.  Her little A-Cup titties were definitely
more than a mouthful.  I flicked her nipple with my tongue and she began to
buck and squirm.  "Feels sooooo good," she grunted, pulling me by the hair
against her titty.

   I lavished my attentons on the other in a similar manner for a while
before proceeding southward with tiny kisses to her belly button, her
pelvis and finally to her smooth-shaven mons.  She had already spread her
legs and I could smell her sexual perfume before I saw her sweet pussy.  It
was open and glistening, a deep furrow between two soft fringes.  I moved
my body around to lie between her legs and kissed her softly at the upper
reaches of her inner things, where her flesh was so soft and sensitive.

   "Oh, shit!" she groaned.  "I can't stand it.  Fuck me now."

   "Not yet, baby.  I gotta make sure you're ready."

   "I'm ready, I'm ready."

   "Let's do it my way, sweetie."

   "Ok, but hurry.  You've got me so hot!"

   "I will, baby.  I will.  This is your first time so I gotta go slow and
make it good for you."

   "Please, baby, put it in."

   "Just a sec." I centered my face over her sloppy pussy and dove in, my
nose, mouth and chin all buried in her soft, wet furrow, redolent of her
sweet musky odor.

   "OHMIGOD!" she wailed and pulled my face so hard and deep into her pussy
that I couldn't breathe.

   I found her hard clit and tugged it with just my lips.  "Oh, God," she
shouted.  I wrapped my lips around it and sucked it deep into my mouth, my
tongue flicking it's tip.  "Oh, God, Oh God," she repeated over and over as
I worked her clit over with mouth and tongue.  "You gotta do me now, baby,"
she pleaded.

   "Ok.  Let go my hair." She relaxed her grip and I slip up against her
body until I felt my cock nestle itself into her warm, wet cushioned pussy
lips.  "You ready?"

   "Yes, yes, YES!," she groaned.  Put it in.  PUT IT IN!!!  Please, baby,
please."

   "Hold still," I cautioned her.  I reached down to guide my cock, first
between her labia and then into her tunnel where I met resistance.  "You
ready, baby?"

   "Yeah.  I can feel you there.  Do it!"

   I supported myself with one arm and reached up to take hold of one
nipple with the other.  I pinched and twisted it hard as I thrust my hips
forward.  "Unnggghhh," she groaned as I burst through.  "Hold still," she
begged.  I did, lowering my weight down on her and holding her in my arms,
my cock now about halfway inside her.  "Wait a second," she said.  "Just
stay there, please."

   I held still and kissed her softly.  "That's the hard part," I whispered
to her.

   "Yeah," she said, her breath ragged.  "That hurt a little."

   "Yeah, I know.  You did fine, though.  You'll be a little sore for a day
or two but we can work around that."

   "Ok.  You can move a little now."

   I pressed down and felt my cock slipping deeper, her tight and softly
corrugated pussy walls massaging it.  "Oh, God, baby.  You're so fucking
tight.  I gotta pull out already."

   "No.  Stay in me.  it feels good now.  It doesn't hurt any more."

   "I can't, baby.  I'm gonna cum and I don't have a condom on."

   "Oh, shit.  Yeah.  Don't cum in me.  I don't wanna get pregnant."

   I pulled up and out, my cock rebelling aginst being forcibly removed
from its comfortable sheath.  "Ohh," I moaned as the sensation rippled
throughout my body.  The cool room air shocked me as it met my wet and
somewhat bloody cock popped out of her pussy.

   "Oh, shit, baby.  we got blood on the bedspread," I said as I looked
down between her legs.

   "I don't care.  That was worth the wait.  But can't you just put a
condom on and come back in again?"

   "Yeah.  lemme get a towel and a condom from the bathroon.  Don't go
away."

   I walked to the bathroom, cock waving in the air and retrieved the
condom, towel and a bottle of KY Jelly.  I sat on the edge of the bed and
opened the foil package as Lisa turned on her side and watched me roll it
on.  "Come back," she said as I finished.

   I wanna try something," I said.  "It may be more comofrtable if we do it
another way."

   "How."

   "Doggie-style."

   "Ok.  What do I do?"

   "Roll over and get up on your hands and knees." She did, without
protest, pointing her beautiful ass at me.  I squirted a little KY on my
cock and some on my finger, which I used to lubricate her pussy.  Lisa was
still wet and wide open.  She looked around at me as I positioned myself
behind her and guided my cock between her pussy lips.  I felt her tighten
as I slowly pushed into her.  She relaxed a little as I got to be about
halfway in.  She looked forward again, her head dropping down and her body
relaxing until I was entirely buried inside her.  "You ok?" I asked.

   "Yeah.  I like it.  Feels good." So I started to move in and out slowly.
"Feels REAL good," she added.  I was feeling her pussy rubbing against my
cock as I increased the pace.  The exquisite sensations increased.  I heard
the sounds of a sloppy cunt being fucked -- "Sploop, sploop, sploop." She
was so goddam tight!  Her pussy was gripping my cock rythmically as I
pushed and pulled.  I had my hands on her hips holding her still while I
fucked her faster and faster, listening to her "Ungghh, ungghh" sounds
every time I thrust forward deeply into her.  She came after only a minute
or so.  Her pussy squeezed down on me like a vise.  She raised her head and
uttered a long, loud "Aaaaaeeeeee" squeal and clamped down on me.  Geez.  I
couldn't take any more.  My cock was so fucking sensitive by now that I
just erupted as her orgasm finished.  She felt it, I'm sure, my cock
pulsing and emptying itself into the condom.

   Finally, she eased herself back against me, dropping herself to her
elbows, with her head on the bed.  I stayed still for maybe a minute, still
buried inside here, feeling her hot pussy clamping down on my shrinking
dick and finally expelling it, limp and soggy, with its white baggy condom
full of my cum.  I stood and pulled it off, then threw it into the
wastebasket next to the bed.  Lisa collapsed, exhausted, face down on the
bed.

   As I lay down next to her she rolled on her side to face me.  "Thank
you, Darren, she whispered.  She kissed the tip of my nose before drifting
off to sleep.  ------------------

   Sometimes true stories are better than what you can imagine.  Several
readers have emailed me to tell me their own true stories, just like this
one.  If YOU would like me to turn your true story into a peice of erotic
fiction, let me know.  I'll write it if I think I can do it justice.

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   I write, usually about a young girl and an older man, for my own
pleasure.  My stories usually have a kernel of an actual event in them but
they are sheer fantasy.  I will sometimes see a young girl at the market or
riding a bicycle or waiting in line with friends for a movie and my body
will literally twitch with excitement.  Not just ANY girl; some girls. 
There is no way I would ever approach one of these girls but I do fix an
image in my mind of their faces, figures, clothes and body language.  I
then dream, like a perverted Walter Mitty, about what might have happened
had we actually met.

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