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"Did I just give some college kid my cell number?" I thought to myself as a drove home. Kyle reminded me that I was more of a size queen than perhaps I wanted to admit. Although my "body count" was modest in terms of guys who've actually been inside me, the number grew if I included guys I gave head to or a hand job. My next door neighbor Carmella would tell me about the things she was doing with one of those public school boys who lived across the street.
She knew I was curious, and I'd ask more and more. Carmella explained how a guy gets really hard and when he's super excited, he comes. I was like, "Wait, what?" Yes, the intrigue was there from an early age. "You should hang out with us," she said, telling me to come to her house after school because her divorced mom didn't get home until after 6 p.m.
Curiosity killed the cat. I was at her place the very next day, and Michael showed up too. He was definitely one of the more physically mature guys at that age; easily six-feet tall with an athletic body. He was already shaving. Carmella went and got us some soda, and Michael asked me some basic questions about school and sports. When she got back we took a few sips before Carmella totally embarrassed me. "Ya, so Melissa wants to see it." I was horrified. "You bitch," I thought. But without missing much of a beat, Michael took of his t-shirt. I was silent. He then pulled down and off his sweat pants revealing black boxers.
Almost as if it were show and tell, Michael pulled off the boxers. Rock hard and sticking straight up. I was captivated - for life LOL. Carmella motioned me over. He had hair down there. In hindsight, as I look back from a few decades, I realized Michael had a big dick. I sat on the other side of him opposite Carmella, who leaned in and began to suck dick. Part of me thought I should leave the two of them alone, but I couldn't look away. I took mental notes as Carmie performed. Just a few minutes later, Michael let out a moan of pleasure. Liquidy stuff dripped out of her mouth. Wow!
One week later, I gave my first blowjob ... to Michael. I was off to the races. I loved how it felt, gave me a sense of power as I orally pleased guys my age. You catch on quickly that guys talk among themselves because strange guys started saying hi to me, and saying stupid shit. I was picky. And in reality, I got turned off by guys who were over-the-top creepy in wanting to get a blowjob. In contrast, I liked the cooler, more reserved guys. By the end the of 8th grade, I'd sucked off five different guys, none of whom matched Michael in size, all of whom came almost instantly.
Believe it or not, I attended an all-girls private school in the near west burbs of Chicago. This took away much of my proximity to the boys, which maybe was a good thing. However, I found myself intrigued by caddying at a local private golf club. Oh my! This was a male-dominant environment. The girls stood out for sure. But I proved my worth by being a good caddie and by behaving myself ... for a while.
Then along came Eddie. He was the new assistant pro at the club -- tall, dirty blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, lean toned golfer body. From day one there was something between us, but he kept it clean that first summer. Puberty continued to mature me physically and the next summer I came back much less tomboyish. No doubt i had the cute, girl-next-door look. But Eddie sensed I wasn't a rookie, and he obviously didn't care about my age.
I saw how he looked at me; his soft sexy smile. I began to image what he'd look like naked. If he had a big one. Then came that mid-July evening. I had gone out twice -- meaning two 18 hole loops -- and if was dusk when our group came in off the course. After we got paid, we stood outside the pro shop wondering if we should walk home, or if we'd get a ride.
"You need a ride home?" It was Eddie. I wanted to shout "YES!" but played it cool. There were three of us. We looked at each other and then collectively thought "SWEET!" We hopped in his quickly aging Ford Escort (new assistants didn't make much money). John got dropped off first, then Anne, then Ross. Hmm! Coincidence? I think not.
"I'm near Lake and Oak Park," I offered. Eddie turned in that direction, but his level of flirtation took a turn. He had heard things about me. Those boys talking again. Eddie wasn't a boy, however. I knew right then I wasn't going to be the aggressor, but if he played his cards right, well ...
He turned into a mall parking lot short of my home, put the car in park, and turned toward me. His eyes communicated those unspoken words. We began to kiss. Wow could he kiss. Gentle and firm, mixing it up. I felt the wave of excitement through my body. "He's into me," I quietly thought. Now time to show him what I knew.
I moved to undo his Sansabelt (belt less) golf pants. He helped pull them down to his ankles. His hard-on bulged through his briefs. "Oh my!" was my initial reaction. He lowered his briefs. I was shocked how big he was. Longer and thicker than any guy I'd see at that point. Yes, I was actually intimidated. But you just gotta take care of business. I got my mouth around his manhood, and damn, was he hard. The combination of hands, lips, tongue had him in oral heaven. "You've done this before."
I said, "Not something this big." But it all just turned me on. Eddie was my first 8+ inches guy and the thickest at that point. That day was the first of over 15 times I gave him head. He gave me some tips, and I learned well. I loved his mature cock in my mouth, and I loved getting him off. Then he moved to California and I became a size queen.
She knew I was curious, and I'd ask more and more. Carmella explained how a guy gets really hard and when he's super excited, he comes. I was like, "Wait, what?" Yes, the intrigue was there from an early age. "You should hang out with us," she said, telling me to come to her house after school because her divorced mom didn't get home until after 6 p.m.
Curiosity killed the cat. I was at her place the very next day, and Michael showed up too. He was definitely one of the more physically mature guys at that age; easily six-feet tall with an athletic body. He was already shaving. Carmella went and got us some soda, and Michael asked me some basic questions about school and sports. When she got back we took a few sips before Carmella totally embarrassed me. "Ya, so Melissa wants to see it." I was horrified. "You bitch," I thought. But without missing much of a beat, Michael took of his t-shirt. I was silent. He then pulled down and off his sweat pants revealing black boxers.
Almost as if it were show and tell, Michael pulled off the boxers. Rock hard and sticking straight up. I was captivated - for life LOL. Carmella motioned me over. He had hair down there. In hindsight, as I look back from a few decades, I realized Michael had a big dick. I sat on the other side of him opposite Carmella, who leaned in and began to suck dick. Part of me thought I should leave the two of them alone, but I couldn't look away. I took mental notes as Carmie performed. Just a few minutes later, Michael let out a moan of pleasure. Liquidy stuff dripped out of her mouth. Wow!
One week later, I gave my first blowjob ... to Michael. I was off to the races. I loved how it felt, gave me a sense of power as I orally pleased guys my age. You catch on quickly that guys talk among themselves because strange guys started saying hi to me, and saying stupid shit. I was picky. And in reality, I got turned off by guys who were over-the-top creepy in wanting to get a blowjob. In contrast, I liked the cooler, more reserved guys. By the end the of 8th grade, I'd sucked off five different guys, none of whom matched Michael in size, all of whom came almost instantly.
Believe it or not, I attended an all-girls private school in the near west burbs of Chicago. This took away much of my proximity to the boys, which maybe was a good thing. However, I found myself intrigued by caddying at a local private golf club. Oh my! This was a male-dominant environment. The girls stood out for sure. But I proved my worth by being a good caddie and by behaving myself ... for a while.
Then along came Eddie. He was the new assistant pro at the club -- tall, dirty blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, lean toned golfer body. From day one there was something between us, but he kept it clean that first summer. Puberty continued to mature me physically and the next summer I came back much less tomboyish. No doubt i had the cute, girl-next-door look. But Eddie sensed I wasn't a rookie, and he obviously didn't care about my age.
I saw how he looked at me; his soft sexy smile. I began to image what he'd look like naked. If he had a big one. Then came that mid-July evening. I had gone out twice -- meaning two 18 hole loops -- and if was dusk when our group came in off the course. After we got paid, we stood outside the pro shop wondering if we should walk home, or if we'd get a ride.
"You need a ride home?" It was Eddie. I wanted to shout "YES!" but played it cool. There were three of us. We looked at each other and then collectively thought "SWEET!" We hopped in his quickly aging Ford Escort (new assistants didn't make much money). John got dropped off first, then Anne, then Ross. Hmm! Coincidence? I think not.
"I'm near Lake and Oak Park," I offered. Eddie turned in that direction, but his level of flirtation took a turn. He had heard things about me. Those boys talking again. Eddie wasn't a boy, however. I knew right then I wasn't going to be the aggressor, but if he played his cards right, well ...
He turned into a mall parking lot short of my home, put the car in park, and turned toward me. His eyes communicated those unspoken words. We began to kiss. Wow could he kiss. Gentle and firm, mixing it up. I felt the wave of excitement through my body. "He's into me," I quietly thought. Now time to show him what I knew.
I moved to undo his Sansabelt (belt less) golf pants. He helped pull them down to his ankles. His hard-on bulged through his briefs. "Oh my!" was my initial reaction. He lowered his briefs. I was shocked how big he was. Longer and thicker than any guy I'd see at that point. Yes, I was actually intimidated. But you just gotta take care of business. I got my mouth around his manhood, and damn, was he hard. The combination of hands, lips, tongue had him in oral heaven. "You've done this before."
I said, "Not something this big." But it all just turned me on. Eddie was my first 8+ inches guy and the thickest at that point. That day was the first of over 15 times I gave him head. He gave me some tips, and I learned well. I loved his mature cock in my mouth, and I loved getting him off. Then he moved to California and I became a size queen.
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