Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Jenny's Letters - fm fM oral cons Copyright (c) 2007 by Jack Webster ------------------------------------------------------------ These letters contain sexually graphic and explicit material. It is NOT suitable for minors. If you are a minor, DELETE these letters. If it is illegal for you to read or view sexually explicit material in your community, DELETE these letters. If you are offended by sexually explicit DELETE these letters. These letters do not promote or condone the activities described herein, especially when it comes to unsafe sexual practices or sex between adults and minors. ------------------------------------------------------------ You may NOT copy or use Jenny's letters for any commercial purpose. Your input is welcome. idjack11@yahoo.com ********************************************** Jenny's Letters is a collection of letters written by a very young girl to her adoring uncle. Neither love letters as might be inferred by the title, nor vulgar, obscene or smut ridden, as such ordinary contrivance would be an injustice, but quite simply the unbridled excitement of a young girls penis arousal kindled by the confessions of her uncle. Presumably he has written a letter of some personal depth of his younger years and the incredible turn-on it made him playing "mushroom" with his girlfriend at a nude beach. The name she gave for their scoring game. Size, shape and girth categorized and tabulated, with the circumcised mushroom varietal scoring highest. If discussion, description, and exploration of the mushrooms described in her letters is considered obscene, I would urgently implore you to read no further. On the other hand, quite possibly needed when reading these letters, if you ever secretly wished you could read the mind of a girl like Jenny, or be the mind of a girl like Jenny, I can promise your wish is about to be fulfilled beyond barriers of imagination. How these letters were acquired was the most happen chance of circumstance. Remarkable as it sounds, and indeed it will, a frivolous bid of ten dollars at a local warehouse opened one of a hundred cardboard boxes, layered with dust, sealed in tape, and stacked to the ceiling. And within one such box, a ragged, 2024 page third edition Webster's dictionary, by which no means obvious, discreetly concealed writings that would pale the readership of Lady Chatterly. A concealment which remained hidden and undisturbed, until a shrubby ranunculaceous plant called xanthorhiza, afforded opportunity to inquire Webster's voluminous knowledge, and discover a most unexpected and incredulous finding. A meticulously hollowed cavity finely fitted with a stack of blue velum envelopes. 27 envelopes to be precise. With the name Thomas Sterling on each one, hand written in a kind of free flowing girlish font, and invoking an excitement as you can possibly imagine. I shall abstain from further embellishment, only to state the compromising spillage in my lap was unrelated to the the generous brandy I had poured myself earlier. If I may beg your indulgence for this somewhat embarrassing visualization, allow me to further elaborate. Although no specific reference is made to her age, the liberal use of "I mean's" and "oooh my gods" speaks for itself and indeed may raise a few age discerning eyebrows - amongst other things. In deference to this opinion however, I'd assert the honesty and openness she writes in her letters, was clearly out of reach of her boyfriend and I would conjecture every page of every letter would have been ripped to shreds and run through the shredder if he ever read them, along with her uncle Tommie Sterling, to whom they were written. Simple as they are written, no thesaurus could even begin to render her eloquence in description and choice of words. In her first letter, in her first sentence, her excitement virtually erupts from every page. The letters are post marked over a 14 month period, and although you may choose the last one first, or first one last, I strongly suggest resisting the temptation of reading two at a time! Jenny's conversational style reads in a manner as if they are talking, although what he said can only be speculated from her comments. To illustrate this, and provide preview of her prolific mastery, allow me to abstract seven pages from seven letters. The first letter only hinting of the incredible excitement his admission induced. Unequivocally, I would have sold my soul to have met Jenny, and bought it back for twice the price to be Jenny. Letter-1. "My dearest uncle Tommie, you wont ever believe how much excited your letter got me? I swear, I must have read it fifty times already. God, I never ever thought anyone could be so open and honest. I mean, noooo way would my boyfriend Ronnie ever admit what you did? Like I never ever dared talk about guys penises with anyone before!! I loved sooooo much what you wrote about guys who are really really big and how turn-on it makes you hearing a girl describe what it is like, and that look they get in their eyes, specially a lot more thicker than you? Jeesus god I got instant wet when I read that! Talk about unbelievable! I swear you were sooooo reading my mind? God, I would have so loved to been that girl you used to take to the nude beach! You have to tell me everything uncle Tommie, and I really really mean everything! I super promise this will be our very own secret and never ever show these letters to anyone else just like you said. Like, when you played that scoring game, could anyone tell what she was doing under your towel when she was whispering in your ear? Ooooh my god, talk about hot!! But the part I read like 1000 times, and god oooh god if you meant what I think you meant, she adored the mushroomie ones best? Please please uncle Tommie, you have to tell me in really really detail what she told you, especially about the mushroomies! Oooooh dear god, I so want to meet someone with ... " Jenny's handwriting became nearly illegible at that point. When I read that, well I needn't elaborate, but it was almost like she was asking what I was thinking, being many in my peer who covertly steal looks of particular articulated types at nude beaches or in the showers. How many years did it take me to admit that? Not important. Continuing with letter two. "God, I wish I could have been Melissa instead of me!! I would have been climbing down those cliffs in 10 minutes to play that scoring game? Talk about unbelievable!! I mean, lying behind those rocks, did she talk about in real detail each one you saw? When that one guy walked by was anyone else around or was it like complete private? Ooooh god that had to been so unbelievable hot when he laid down his blanket and he was so nervous he could barely get his bathing suit off. I mean, could he hear what she was whispering in your ear? Jeeeesus god talk about wet! I bet she was kissing you a billion zillion times when you asked her that? I want to hear everything she told you, especially the "rock collecting" part. I know this is going to sound terrible bad and for sure you are going to recommend therapy but I have to ask .. when you wrote she couldnt wait to show when she got back how much she "collected", and I'm thinking ooooh my god .. did he .. I mean did she .. you know what? God. I'm just going to say it .. did he like jism a really really really lot? I swear to god, when I read she collected more than you ever saw before? You can't believe how clitti ..." Perhaps I was reading more into her letters than he was writing, but if she hadn't asked him I would have!! The topic that most excited me, and undoubtedly uncle Tommie, and quite unbelievably Jenny, had been opened and was about to pour forth. I couldn't open the next envelope fast enough! A few excerpts from letter three. "Remember how I told you I almost had an orgasm when I read your last letter, well you can forget the almost. God what she described is so totally what I dreamed. Ooooh my god what that must be like when its mushroomy like that!! I mean, Ronnies is nice and all but he isnt anything like you described! Like instead of mushroomey its more like a shiny marble with this real smooth skiinnie that totally closes at the end like a tiny mouth? Talk about difference!! God, I so loved the part she told you how incredible velvety feel it is and the soft plupping sound your lips make sliding over that mushroom ridge?Ooooh god I sooooo want to meet a guy who is mushroomie!! Like I'm biting my pillow and holding my breath and Jeeeeesus god when she came running back and and kneeled down next to you like you were so not going to believe it, and she opened her mouth a tiny bit and it started running down her chin ? Oooooooh my god!!!!! I mean I couldnt even stand it was sooooooo incredible strong !! The honest to god truth more than anything else in the whole world I want to .." If I were allowed once her most favorite expression, "ooooh my god" would certainly say it all! However, this was only the beginning of Jenny's descriptions. The seeds had been sowed to grow her own. Uncle Tommie begs for her to tell him about the most turn-on she ever got. What she was thinking when she saw that guy at the nude beach. And the one I was holding my breath for .. from letter four. "Anyhow I think my titties are way small even if they do point up like they do but the way this one guy is looking over at me, I'm praying he likes red hair and freckles better than big boobies. Like my mom is always telling me guys get googlie from a lot more than big titties and for sure he was googling!! God when he walked over and whispers he never knew angels had such adorble freckles, I know I turned sixteen shades of red. Like my heart starts going into runaway and I know he saw me look down there and he takes my hand so softly I dont even know we are dancing I am in such a dream. I remember him whispering how that fountain hadn't stop gysering since I walked in and he was getting awful close to gysering too? Oooh my god uncle Tommie talk about dying and going to heaven when he slid my hand down you know where! I mean my fingers were measuring it fifteen times I couldnt believe how it thick felt and I am almost whimpering I wanted to see it so bad. I swear you could hear my wings flapping when he asked me I wanted to go out to his car. Ten minutes later, the windows are fogged up and his pants are all the way down to the floor mats. God if only I could have turned on a light and see what my hand was telling me. It was like the most gorgeous feeling I ever felt, and god ooooh god I didn't want to ever stop? Like he petting my head and jeesus god I bend down a little more and he is moaning and his legs are shaking and ooooh my god I start kissing it and there is this so unbelievable warm..." Jenny's beginning descriptions must have done major damage to Uncle Tommie's heart, as it certainly did mine. Note the use of beginning. Her cup runneth over in a way she'd never dare dream or hope, when best friend Bethee tells her a secret. A secret named Joorgen. Letter five makes the introductions. "and Bethee calls me on Friday and she is like incoharent. I mean she is always making stuff up to make me jealous "God in heaven this soooo unbelievable gorgeous hunk comes walking out of the kitchen I thought I was in the wrong house? I mean he was so totally tall and blonde and drop dead gorgeous my heart started pounding out of control! And like her mom asks me if I met Joorgen, and I shook my head no cause I couldn't even speak and like she told me he was staying with them while he was studying for his board exams? Like I knew her dad was some kind of doctor specialist at Newhouse hospital and they have a guest room downstairs but like no way could I believe this doctor dream!! God the way he smiles this smile and shakes my hand and swear to god it was soooo awesome huge my heart like stops beating. He is like maybe 22 and really tall, and ooooh god uncle Tommie, he is wearing these real baggy shorts and my eyes dart down for like a billionth of a second and my ears start ringing and I barely hear her mom asking me if I want to wait for Bethee to get home and it's all I can do to nod and she says why don't we go out to the pool and she would fix us some lemonade? And I follow Joorgen out to the pool and I think I am going to have a heart attack for sure and they will have to take me to Newhouse!! I mean he was soo relaxed and natural instead of trying to impress me like guys are always doing. And like I am doing deep breathing excercises and trying not to faint and he sits down in this chair and swear to god it wasn't just baggy shorts making that outline!! I mean this .." Apparently Joorgen's eyes looked into hers in a way she could hear him pleading for her to stay and forget about Bethee. Jenny can't stop replaying that look in her mind. More than that, she can't stop replaying the looks she sneaked 50 times. She has an idea how to get Bethee to tell her everything. Everything she hadn't told her. Letter six. "but when I told her I would let her lick me as long as she wants, like I could hear her voice catch and she asked if she could lick me all night the next time she sleeps over? And I said yes, but only if she told me everything? I had to swear our secret oath I wouldnt ever go over there when she wasnt home but I had my fingers crossed when I swore? Wait until you hear this!! Like he is down in the laundry room trying to figure out how to run the washing machine and Bethee walks by and wondering why he just doesn't put his stuff in the dirty clothes hamper cause her mom washes everything on Saturday? And he kind of gets this embarassed look and tells her that it might be better if she doesn't see them? Well you know how Bethee is and she is like immediate begging to let her wash them for him? And like he kisses her on the forehead and hands her this pillow case stuffed with sheets and towels and goes back down to his room. Like she is soooo excited she can hardly get the bag open and she pours out this clump of stuff on the washing machine and god ooooh god uncle Tommie she swore the towels were like stuck together and krinklie and this unmistakable smell of you-know-what? I swear I almost dropped the phone on the floor when I heard that!" One of the towels had like this huge puddle stain and as soon as she smelled it she flies upstairs and hides it in her bedroom. Oooh god uncle Tommie, I so want to smell that towel!! She is coming over Saturday night and you already know what she is bringing in her sleepover bag? I promise I will tell you ..." Jenny's fixation floods forth when Bethee tells her about Joorgen in the shower. Every word, every thought, every second, is played back in slow motion detail as no movie could depict or book could read. Letter seven. "Bethee called me Friday night before she came over and made me double promise what she told me. Oooooh god when you hear this!! She had gotten home from school and Joorgen was sleeping out at the pool and like nobody else is home and she gets completely naked and real quiet slides into the pool and works her way around the edge until she is right under where he is lying? Like he is wearing her dads way huge swimming trunks and oooh dear god Im holding my breath and biting my lips and I can't even talk what she is telling me. She swore to god she could see everything!! Im like almost dying cause the first time I saw him I kept seeing this outline? I mean she didn really use the word mushroomie but you could tell from her description how it was peeking out? Oooh god Tommie Tom Im trying not to faint and whisper noooo way and she whispers yesssss way and like I hadn't heard anything yet? And for a minute I thought she hung up cause there is this silence like she is thinking about if she should tell me and she whispers she even watched him doing it in the shower? And like I am trying to muffle my gasps and she swore to god it was true, cause she had sneaked open the bathroom door and swear to god Tommie Tom it was like someone punched me in the stomach and I couldn't breathe what she told me. Like he is turns off the water and at first she thought he was just soaping it and she is nearly falling through the door to see, and just like that he says if she wants to watch him masturbate it might be better if she comes in and locks the door? Bethee said she had that door locked and was in front of the shower in two seconds. And he is talking to her real soft he is going to ejeculate on the glass door and ooooh my god uncle Tommie if what she said was really true? Like there is this really loud splat splat sound over and over and over again and its sliding down the glass and she swore to god and hope to die it lasted like .." Joorgen tells Bethee's mom her proclivity of lying topless out at the pool as Bethee's midnight visits to his bedroom were getting dangerously close to discovery. Joorgen is left alone to house sit for two weeks. Bethee is forced to go with her parents to their beach cottage. Jenny is kneeling on the floor and kissing the legs of the hall table when she hears Bethees cries of anguish. Letter eight is the beginning and the ending. The beginning of her visit and the end of this preview and at this juncture I invite you to pour you own. At what price? Let's just say Jenny's letters are much too precious to keep to myself. Enjoy, and I'll post as much and as many letters as interests is indicated. Believe me to say, being inside Jenny's consciousness is a place I would rather be than fantasizing in chat rooms or downloading porno movies. Thank you Jenny for sharing. Jack Webster