Part II Blue Balls to the Max
Before I go on, I recommend that you read the first part of this series, "Call me Big Blue Balls," to get the full background on what happened to me a number of years ago during my freshman year in college. As I short recap, I will tell you that my name is Leonard, and I would be correctly categorized as the classic high school geek up until last month when I started my academic scholarship experience at a large university in the south. Mentally I have been quite gifted; however, physically I possess all the meekest qualities - 5'-9" and a half, glasses, 135lbs of skin and bone - save one, I have a penis that as described previously is 12 inches long when fully erect (well almost, it's the length of the empty roll of Scott paper towels for comparison's sake). It is also quite thick, not quite the size of a coke can, but more along the size of the cylinder shampoo bottles. I know because it's easy to compare while in the shower. My balls are roughly the size of pool balls held in a large sack that hangs down 6 inches from the bottom of my penis. Since I was a virgin all through high school and more into studies than girls, it was actually quite a nuisance and embarrassment. The guys called me tripod in front of the girls and more than once I found myself in compromising situations when having to approach the blackboard or take swimming in gym glass.
To bring you up to the past present, as I'm recounting, my muscle bound roommate, Brad, in the college dorm has applauded in awe my one major muscle, which rivals my biceps, and warned me to be careful about follow-up dates with Dawn. Apparently our All-American Football Linebacker, John Payne, has major thing for her although reciprocity doesn't appear to be equal.
Who is Dawn you ask? In my eyes, which had previously only graced nude women in Playboy, the most stunningly beautiful woman to walk a college campus. Dawn Ashton, was the Senior captain of the football cheerleading team. Doe brown eyes that sparkled in unison with a brilliant white smile. Her long golden-tan legs, supported slim hips and a tiny waist that were mounted with a set of tits that could only be described as perfection in the dictionary. Every outfit I saw her in had her breasts pressuring the fabric both outward and to the sides. Her hair, smile and eyes, kind of a Shania Twain look alike, caught your eyes first, but you immediately would be drawn down to two nipples that seemed to be permanently at attention.
Why in the world was she interested in a freshman geek is your next question? That's the question I should have been making myself answer. Instead, I was too caught up in a combination of lust and love. She had shown me the college hang-outs on the premise of feeling sorry for incoming freshmen, which had ended in a trip to lover's lane and my blowing my load all over my pants and her dashboard only 5 minutes into a major make-out session. As I stammered an apology, she didn't seem to mind, in fact with a mischievous grin I don't think she meant for me to see, she asked me to show up at her apartment the following Sunday. I didn't know what to expect, accept that she told me not to "get myself off during the week," because she wanted to have me save myself for her. I should have thought this through harder because the next four weeks were ones that I will never forget.
The week flew by quickly with all the activities of the new school year and the returning upper class getting reacquainted after the summer break. I managed to make it too all my classes and only saw Dawn once during the week. As our eyes made contact she winked and turned on that beacon smile that melted me rate away and causing me to stumble and drop my books. I squatted down to pick them up and as I raised my head there was Dawn squatting down as well, only she was wearing her cheerleading outfit. My eyes were right in line with her panties since the short skirt from her uniform had ridden up. I stared at her parted golden thighs, flexed from her squatting down; right down to the V formed with her blue panties. My dick started to immediately harden which was very uncomfortable in this position.
"Hi" she piped up. "Need some help?"
"Tha Thanks" I stuttered trying to get up while prying my eyes away from her crotch.
"Remember," she said, "no playing with yourself this week, leave that to me on Sunday night!" And with that she did a swivel turn causing her skirt to swish back and forth as she lost herself in the crowd of students.
It was all I could do to cover my now erect penis with my books as I tried to regain some kind of composer. That was Friday. Now my mind could think of nothing else but our date Sunday night.
I was more nervous than I have ever been as I rapped on her door that night. I didn't know what I should wear. I mean what does someone wear when they lose their virginity? I had always thought it would be a spontaneous thing. I decided to where regular white fruit of the loom underwear this time around with my long khaki shorts, penny loafers, and a short sleeve pink button down shirt. I also decided to wear my shirt untucked, which for me was a big deal because it seemed incomplete without the belt and not very neat. But on the way out the door my roommate, Brad, said,
"Hey Len!" "No need to look like more of a geek than you already are, lose the belt and wear the tails out, believe me it's a lot cooler."
Dawn answered the door in an outfit that didn't exactly put me at ease. Her hair was fuller than I had seen in before and kind of teased at the ends. She had on that same liquid pink lipstick that just begged for attention. Dawn's shirt was a form fitting half shirt with a deep plunging V-neck. The half shirt of course emphasized her tiny waist while the tightness of the shirt and the V created about two inches of cleavage at the top and seems that were begging for mercy at the edge of her "D-cups." I could feel the stirring in my groin beginning.
"Hi stranger," she mouthed more than said. "Come on in."
She turned and left me at the door, mouth aghast, as I gawked at how the tiny white shorts clung to her perfectly tiny butt. She was bare foot, which still put her at eye level with me, and walked more on her toes than her feet, causing her muscular calves to flex with each step.
I followed her in through the foyer to the great room of her apartment where she turned to face me. Awkwardly I brought the pink rose out from behind my back and thrust it towards her. I had debated whether to bring her something or not and I guess the traditional part of me convinced me to do it. Either that or my mother making me buy a corsage for my lone date in high school, the Senior Prom.
"For me?" she grinned, taking it in her hand and looking down at it.
"How sweet." And then she glanced up; brushing her bangs away with her other hand.
"I'll have to be extra special for you tonight."
My soft nine inches was probably pushing 11 and I could feel myself starting to sweat a little. What was my next move? I gave a meek smile and said, "Oh, it was nothing." And then just stood there.
"How 'bout we have a glass of wine," she said, thankfully breaking up the silence. I quickly answered in the affirmative, although I had never had beer, wine, or any form of liquor in high school. She put the flower in a vase and quickly brought two glasses that must have been prepared earlier, out of the refrigerator.
"This is more like a wine cooler, a white zinfandel, by Berringer."
"Tha that's great," I stammered, still caught up in this goddess taking my flower and delivering a glass of wine to me.
She sipped at first and then drank the whole thing down, licking her lips with the final drop. I did the same and somehow kept from choking at my first taste of wine. "Come here," she said walking into the great room and giving me a great view of her ass as she bent over to turn on the CD player. "Let's dance."
Now here was something I could do, I thought at first, having taken dance lessons at my mother's persistent urging, in high school. "You'll be able to use this the rest of your life," I remember her saying.
Dawn seemed to have gone to a different dance studio, as she put her arms around my neck and leaned into me pushing her perfect breasts into my bird chest forcing the sides to press out like a balloon being pushed against a wall.
"Uuhh, uhhh, what type of dancing did you have in mind," I forced out.
"The slow and sensuous kind Lenny, let yourself go a little, get rid of those inhibitions and move with the music."
Then I felt her pelvis lock into mine as she continued the body-meld she was performing on me. At this point my hands were still at my sides and I knew she must be able to feel my full 12 inches at attention and pushing out of my underwear and to the edge of the top of my shorts. Fortunately I was canted to the side; because normally sticking straight up I pass my navel by 3 to 4 inches.
Dawn led as we slowly turned swaying slowly to the beat of the mood music she had chosen. I hadn't ever experience anything like this and felt the worst thing I could do change whatever course she had charted for us. Dawn then began to slide very slightly at first only one or two inches up and down as we made our slow circles. For me this was agonizing pleasure. Those wonderfully formed breasts now pressed more lightly into me rising and falling. Then she began to move more dramatically up and down rubbing her tits against me like she was trying to get something off them. There was no way she couldn't feel the stiff rod in my pants that angled off to the left, the head of my penis bulging vulgarly at the side of my pants trying to get out. I glanced down slightly to see my pants protruding outward in a queer sort of way.
Dawn then started turning herself away from me while maintaining a constant pressure. "Let's try it this way," she said lustily.
If I thought her normal way of dancing was new to me, this was completely beyond my understanding. Dawn reached behind her back thrusting her tits out and grabbed both my hands slowly putting them on to her slim hips. "Lenny, don't you want to run your hands up my body and cup my breasts?"
"Aaaaw yeeeeah," was my raspy reply as my glasses slid down my sweaty nose.
I ran my hands up her body, first in, as I gripped her tiny waist and then slightly outward as I moved up and forward to encircle those firm globes.
"That's it baby," she encouraged, "They're yours for tonight, squeeze 'em, pull on 'em, and later you can suck them!"
With her leaning forward the crack of her ass lined up with my dick and she continued the up and down movement she had begun with her breasts before. My throbbing penis was now straight up and down. I could feel it push past my waistband, the meaty head pressing into my stomach about four inches above my navel. I couldn't believe, in my awkwardness, thinking it was a good thing my shirt was covering me up.
Her tight ass cheeks were creating a lot of friction as she slid up and down my member. I felt some wetness on my stomach and new that pre-cum was leaking out. "Uuuuhhhhh," I moaned.
"Pull them out," she said turning her head and flashing me a smile.
"Pu..pull..wh..what out?" I stammered
