My name is Geoffrey Holdings and I have a little dick. There, now it sounds like the introduction to some sort of support group! But that small fact about my anatomy (pardon the pun!) has been something that I have really only been aware of since my late teens. Until then, I was blissfully unaware of differences in dick sizes. Because I did PE in my senior year, when I was eighteen, I came face to face with the fact there were indeed different dick sizes! The showers after lessons proved that to me. In fact, not only did different dick sizes become apparent, it became the main topic of conversation in the showers. The comments ranged from outright ridicule at small sizes, right up to stunned awe at the absolute monsters on display. Those with monster dicks were held in high esteem by most boys, while those with little dicks were sneered at and placed lower on the social scale. Yeah, there were others with small dicks! At least I wasn't the only one.
I noticed, however, that dick size did not correspond to brain size, or even social demeanour. There were clever teens in both groups. There were generally nice teens in both groups. Personality was not related to dick size! Fact of life! I suppose it was nature's way of ensuring that not only monster-dick males produced children. One of the 'monster-dick' group, however, did tend to grind on me. Charles Hemmings did have a monster. He also pushed and bullied his way in and out of all situations. Not many guys really liked him, but to hang around him meant that you weren't the one being bullied or harassed. I didn't hang around him. I not so much avoided him, but just did my own thing. I was happy in my own skin, even with a small dick! This must have pissed off Charles, so he made a habit of seemingly innocently harassing me at every opportunity. I learnt to ignore it and just get on with whatever I was doing. I was always aware that he was hanging around somewhere in the midst of his minions. It wasn't that I was scared of him. He didn't physically hurt me in any way. He just harassed me.
It all went to a new level when we seniors seriously started to hook up with the girls of the senior group. Girls physically mature much earlier than boys, so their obvious girly features, or lack thereof, are on show fairly early. Us boys became aware of hair colour, eyes, slimness, and boob size and discussed them at length. This was a welcome reprieve from the constant obsession with dick size! Some of the older boys, got really serious with some of the girls who were willing to 'put out', so there were many uncomfortable times when these couples split up or were caught cheating on a relationship. Early adulthood and the consequent dating, breaking up cycles were a minefield! One consequence of this chaotic scenario is that the girls became aware of the 'monster-dick' group and the 'others'. Those girls who did put out, the 'easy lays' the boys called them, only seemed interested in one group. No not the 'others'! During the break-ups, many scores were settled and rumours about dick sizes meandered amongst the girl's groups as well.
Needless to say, I, along with many of my 'other' group didn't see much action during our senior year! It wasn't until I went to university and escaped the old social high school groups, that I actually felt comfortable enough to seriously date girls. I even went all the way with some of my girlfriends and thanks to internet porn sites, I mean sex education 101, I made sure that they had numerous orgasms. There certainly were no complaints, but no comments about the size of my dick! That seemed like a good thing to me.
University days passed and I graduated as a software maintenance engineer. This was a much- sought after qualification, so I managed to score a well-paid position with a national company, K-app Enterprises. It was then that I met the girl of my dreams. She was smart, drop-dead gorgeous and had a beautiful personality. Her field of study was business and she desperately wanted to get into the real-estate business. "Just for the thrill of selling houses!" she commented one day. From the moment I met her, she took my heart away. I was smitten! We dated over a six-month period before we actually kissed for the first time. I know that seems like a long time, but we both agreed that we should take it slowly. There were too many stories of explosive relationships which fizzled after two months. We both wanted to be sure that we were right for each other. I gathered that Naomi, that was her name, Naomi Watts, was not that experienced sexually. I didn't care one little bit. This woman was taking over my life. I dreamt about her, I thought about her all of the time, I even imagined that I saw her walking in the streets. Any female with the same long brown hair as Naomi triggered an instant skipping of my heartbeat. Eventually, we went further in our relationship. We were spending almost all of our spare time together. At last, we made love. I call it making love, because that is what it was. I progressed very slowly with Naomi. She was a virgin. She had kissed and fondled and let boys play with her breasts, but she had never let anyone play with her cunt or clitoris. This was a first for her. I knew I had to be gentle. After what seemed like hours of kissing which became more and more passionate, for me and her, I gently massaged her breasts over her top. This continued until she slipped off her top and bra in one quick movement. I again gently massaged her breasts, lightly rubbing over her smooth breast skin. I concentrated on the sensitive underside of her boobs rather than going straight for the nipple. That much I learnt from the few liaisons I had while at university. Naomi's breath came in gasps almost as if she was panting. She was loving this. While continuing with my hands, I lightly kissed her nipples one at a time, making sure to lubricate them well in the process. This I alternated with soft blowing, causing her nipples to harden and lengthen to an almost impossible length. While continuing to massage her underboobs, I progressed to gently sucking her erect nipples into my mouth while tickling them with my tongue. Naomi exploded. Her body tensed and as she arched her back, she let out a long moan then gasped. Trembling she grasped my head and pushed into hard against her sweating breasts. "Oh my god!" she gasped in between breaths. "That was amazing! I have never cum like that. You seemed to know exactly what to do Geoff. Don't ever leave me." I looked at her and searching her deep pleading eyes, I replied, "Naomi, I have never felt like this about anyone. You literally take my breath away." She laughed, "Wrong there Geoff! You just literally took my breath away!"
We cuddled and I continued, "I love you Naomi and I would like nothing better to marry you." She suddenly went pale. "You actually mean that? You want to marry me?"
I looked at her. "That's what I said and that's what I meant. Will you do me the honour of marrying you?" I dramatically went down on one knee and held her hand with my head bowed. The close proximity to her moist pussy with all of its promising scents threatened to distract me but I steadfastly froze in place, waiting for an answer.
"Of course I will, you knight in shining armour." She then stood in front of me, and for the first time, I gazed upon her beautiful completely naked body. Her pussy was just centimetres from my face. As she gazed down at my rapt face, I closed the gap between my tongue and her clit. I don't think she expected that, but she didn't move as my mouth engulfed her moist outer lips. The gasp she made as I gently sucked her labia into my mouth was priceless. I treated her to a sequence of licking and nipping which I learnt from a lesbian site. I left her clitoris alone for now, just concentrating on licking her moisture from each side of her pussy. Again, her body tensed followed by that long drawn-out moan. As she had an orgasm, trembling viciously, I held her steady with my arms clasped around her upper thighs. "Geoff! Geoff!" she gasped. "What are you doing to me? That was even better than before." I laid her down on the rug on the floor and placed a pillow from the lounge under her head. She lay there in complete abandon. Her hand brushed her hair towards the back of her head and her head pointed towards the ceiling. Her breath was still coming in short gasps as she rode the aftermath of her second orgasm.
"I am not finished with you yet my love!" I whispered as I again made my way to her pussy. This time I concentrated on her clit. Her swollen outer lips were oozing that beautifully scented moisture which I promptly lapped up. Finding her clit, I again, gently at first, circled the ever-hardening nub. This immediately sent Naomi over the top again. I was getting used to the tell-tale body tensing and long moans which signalled her crests. This time, however, I didn't stop to let her catch her breath. Cruel, I know, but I increased the pressure of my tongue on her clit and changed the pattern from a circular motion around her clit to an in-out, up-down pattern. She went from a long moan to an outright scream of pleasure. Her whole body tensed while she held her breath. She still didn't start breathing as her whole body shook uncontrollably, actually lifting off the floor at times. I maintained my pressure as best I could. I was grasping her butt cheeks hard to stop from being disconnected from her clit. She still didn't breathe! But she shook and trembled, trembled and shook for what seemed like an eternity. I was actually getting worried, not just about her paused breathing, but also about the insane pressure that her thighs were applying to each side of my head! Eventually her body completely relaxed as she let out a loud, "Ungh!"
I went to kiss her lips, conscious of her juices all over my lower face. It was as if she was asleep, or unconscious. I immediately panicked and checked her pulse, which was there, but erratic. Her breathing was shallow and her skin was a concerning shade of pale! "What have I done?" I thought. "Does she have a heart condition or something?" I was getting more and more worried the longer she stayed in that state.
Suddenly, as I was holding her, she coughed and took a long deep breath. "Thank god you are alright my love!" I whispered into her ear.
She opened her eyes and cried in long hard sobs. "I love you Geoff! I love you, I love you, I love you! That was incredible! All I could think of was you and the sensations exploding all through my body. The vision of you became the most pleasurable feeling I could ever imagine. My pleasure fused into you!"
