mernie99
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I know that Lit has this rule about not using minors in their stories. I wrote a story that essentially couples a 20 year old young woman and a 27 year old man; that's where the descriptive sex is contained. But I included some a few comments about how she lost her virginity (around age 16), and it's implied there were more men in her life prior to age 18. It's not particularly steamy .. more factual than anything else. But I'm trying to paint a picture about this girls past and think that the story won't be as good without the explanation. Do you think Lit would have a problem with this? Thanks in advance.
Let me cut and paste the appropriate text:
The freckled red-head girl in pigtails slowly morphed into a young lady, with all the appropriate teenage body parts. I seemed to have one big growth spurt around age 15. When I returned to the ball park in the spring, many of the younger players looked at me differently. I was no longer their little sis, but rather a short tomboyish girl who looked hot in cut off shorts and tight tees.
A year later, I had a huge crush on Bruce, a 19 year old centerfielder from Little Rock with killer blue eyes and jet black hair. At first he was very sweet to me; I just knew that we would be married at some point. But then his teammates started teasing him, saying that I was “jail bait.” I was hurt when he turned cold on me, and I needed to prove that I wasn’t just a kid. On a Saturday night in September, we smoked some joints in the stands long after the ball park had closed. A few hours later, I lost my virginity to Bruce on a squeaky wooden table in the equipment room. Until the season ended, we met up in secret. He fucked me as often as he could. I was heartbroken when the season ended and he returned to Little Rock to work at his uncle’s car lot.
As spring approached, I called Bruce. He was strangely distant to me, said that he was promoted to Triple-A. I felt like a fool, being so chaste while he was away and waiting for a return that didn’t materialize.
The following summer I was more accepted by the players. After most games, I hung with the guys. I was gaining the reputation as team nympho, the redhead tomboy who would spread her legs for a ballplayer in need.
A few days before heading to college, with a freshly minted fake ID in hand, the guys took me out for pizza and beer. After the place closed, five guys and I headed to Kevin’s apartment where we finished off a few more six packs and watched a West Coast game on cable. Sammy said they wanted to give me a good send off, and set me up in Kevin’s bedroom. One at a time, they would empty their seed into me. Once the fucking starts, I tend cum easily and loudly. They nicknamed me “The Alarm Clock”, because the boys could predict when the next should be ready for action. It was a non-stop fuck fest until the wee hours of the morning; most guys came 3-4 times in me that night. God, if Daddy only knew what his diminutive red-headed tomboy was doing.
Let me cut and paste the appropriate text:
The freckled red-head girl in pigtails slowly morphed into a young lady, with all the appropriate teenage body parts. I seemed to have one big growth spurt around age 15. When I returned to the ball park in the spring, many of the younger players looked at me differently. I was no longer their little sis, but rather a short tomboyish girl who looked hot in cut off shorts and tight tees.
A year later, I had a huge crush on Bruce, a 19 year old centerfielder from Little Rock with killer blue eyes and jet black hair. At first he was very sweet to me; I just knew that we would be married at some point. But then his teammates started teasing him, saying that I was “jail bait.” I was hurt when he turned cold on me, and I needed to prove that I wasn’t just a kid. On a Saturday night in September, we smoked some joints in the stands long after the ball park had closed. A few hours later, I lost my virginity to Bruce on a squeaky wooden table in the equipment room. Until the season ended, we met up in secret. He fucked me as often as he could. I was heartbroken when the season ended and he returned to Little Rock to work at his uncle’s car lot.
As spring approached, I called Bruce. He was strangely distant to me, said that he was promoted to Triple-A. I felt like a fool, being so chaste while he was away and waiting for a return that didn’t materialize.
The following summer I was more accepted by the players. After most games, I hung with the guys. I was gaining the reputation as team nympho, the redhead tomboy who would spread her legs for a ballplayer in need.
A few days before heading to college, with a freshly minted fake ID in hand, the guys took me out for pizza and beer. After the place closed, five guys and I headed to Kevin’s apartment where we finished off a few more six packs and watched a West Coast game on cable. Sammy said they wanted to give me a good send off, and set me up in Kevin’s bedroom. One at a time, they would empty their seed into me. Once the fucking starts, I tend cum easily and loudly. They nicknamed me “The Alarm Clock”, because the boys could predict when the next should be ready for action. It was a non-stop fuck fest until the wee hours of the morning; most guys came 3-4 times in me that night. God, if Daddy only knew what his diminutive red-headed tomboy was doing.
