a Story by Varangian
Cocks vary widely in length and thickness, and they also differ in the way they become erect. Some flaccid cocks dangle dramatically at five inches, but at erection they only attain the average size of six and one half inches. Others are little more than shriveled nubs when soft, embarrassing their owners, but they too can grow to the average size. Fifteen year old Roger’s was different in another way.
“Jesus, you’re hung!” a class mate exclaimed in the showers at Roger’s new school. “I mean,” he continued, “I don’t normally look at another guy’s cock, but that dong of yours . . .”
“How big does it get?” another boy asked.
“There’s nothing special about it,” Roger said then turned his back to the others. “It just gets hard.”
But Roger did not answer truthfully. He was a slender, blonde boy with little body hair and a face that he considered too pretty, almost girlish. His cock dangled, while flaccid, five and a quarter inches, but when blood stiffened it, the schlong grew another three inches and fattened dramatically. The circumcised knob swelled and turned a shade of purple. And it was still growing! During the previous year it had grown from seven inches to eight and a quarter.
Roger had a further secret, one that he dared not tell anyone. At thirteen he had been able to lick the knob of his cock and coat his tongue with jism. At fourteen his lips could capture the tip of it. Now he easily engulfed the head of his cock and a bit of the shaft. He could sit in a chair or on the edge of his bed and just lean down to suck himself.
Perhaps this ability to achieve unusual self-gratification was the reason why Roger was not an unruly youth. He was a calm, studious boy who had no male buddies. He usually blew himself twice a day. He did not swallow his copious spew ― at least not after the first time.
* * *
Roger’s father, Earl, didn’t have a clue about his son’s remarkable ability. The man, who had recently returned from the Korean War without a left foot, was no longer the witty, playful dad of the boy’s earlier years.
“Dolores is at the back door, Roger,” Earl called up the stairs to his son. “You’d better get down here and see what she wants.”
Dolores was a neighbor girl eight months younger than Roger and a class behind him in school. He and she had played together since they could remember, and she was now emerging from her tomboy stage.
“Let’s go down town,” Dolores suggested, after Roger joined her on the back porch.
“I want to look at clothes.”
“Why do you need me for that?”
“Because we’re pals, Roger. With you around I won’t be bothered by other guys.”
She was a pretty brunette girl with a pale, oval face. She possessed an attractive torso and limbs of a fourteen year old. Roger knew that she wanted the two of them to go beyond “just pals,” now that she had grown more adult and ceased wearing baseball caps. He was intrigued by the prospect of having a girl friend, especially Dolores whom he knew and trusted.
“Yeah, sure,” he said then called through the screen door, “Dad, we’re going down town.”
“Be back for supper,” his mom replied.
“What kind of clothes are you looking for,” he asked as they walked away from the house.
“I want a bra,” she responded.
“What for?” He glanced at a chest that appeared to be flat beneath her blouse.
“I’m growing!” she exclaimed angrily. “Haven’t you noticed?”
“You’ve become taller.”
“That’s all you can say? Do I have to send you a valentine, Roger?”
There was no avoiding it, he thought. He would have to acknowledge that they were no long just pals. But how?
“You’re pretty, Dolores. I’ve always known that. But what do you want now? People already think we’re going steady.”
“We aren’t, Roger, not until you ask me.”
He struggled to imagine how he could have a girl while he was so self sufficient sexually. Yet Dolores was his only true friend, and he did love her. He took her hand in his for the first time, and she gripped back, smiling.
“You don’t have to say anything,” she said in a blissful voice.
Eight blocks later they entered the Montgomery Ward store ― “Monkey Wards,” everyone called it ― where Roger followed his new sweet heart to the female clothing area. He stood back as she talked to a clerk regarding the bra she didn’t really require.
“They’re all too large for me,” she told him as they left the store. “Maybe you’re right and I don’t need one.”
“You’ll grow tits eventually, Dolores, if not large ones.”
“Yeah, I know. I’ll be just like my mom.”
On the way back home they took the long way, walking hand in hand through an extensive woodlot where they had frequently played.
“Let’s go into the field,” Dolores suggested, pulling Roger from the path.
The “field” was a large meadow of waist-high weeds secluded in a circle of bushes and trees. In the middle of it Dolores fell to the ground and rolled about. Roger remained standing and looking down at his new “steady” whose skirt had bunched well above her knees. His cock stirred at the sight of her lovely legs – from bobby socks to upper thighs. He then knelt beside her.
“Do you have any tits at all?” he asked.
“We’ve never kissed, Roger. You can’t see them until we kiss.”
He stroked her near calf feeling the slight down on it then ran his hand to just above her knee.
“No touching before a kiss,” she insisted.
He reclined beside her, took her eager body into his arms then kissed her lips with awkward ardor. She responded passionately with arms gripping him tightly. For the both of them it was their first kiss ever.
Dolores, so recently a tomboy, was bolder than most girls she knew. She wasn’t sure how far she would let Roger go, but she understood that they needed to do something physical, however naughty, to confirm their new relationship.
Roger placed a hand on her chest. “I feel something,” he said with surprise.
“You may look now,” she said, sighing then closing her eyes.
With trembling fingers he unbuttoned her blouse. Her tits were small pale cones darkly tipped. He toyed with one then leaned down to suckle the other, fitting his lips entirely around it. Dolores emitted a contented sound as she fondled his flaxen head.
They soon kissed again. She parted her legs when she felt Roger’s hand move up her thigh. The kiss became truly messy, his touch of her panty-clad lower lips being the cause of their excitement.
He didn’t know the anatomy of her sex much less understand how to pleasure her. After some rough fumbling on his part, she took hold of his hand and proceeded to masturbate herself with his fingers. She eventually reached climax, squeaking into his mouth.
After calming down, Dolores wondered how she could return the favor. It had to do with his penis, she knew, but she had never seen one, not even a baby’s. They kissed again.
“What am I supposed to do, Roger?” she asked against his neck. “I mean … you know.”
“I need to come off like you just did,” he replied, cupping her damp panties at the crotch.
“Can I help?” she asked, rolling onto her back to look into his face.
“I’d have to show you my cock, Dolores. Guys squirt, you know, and I don’t want to make a mess in my pants.”
“What’s wrong with me seeing you? We’re going steady now.”
“Let’s get naked,” he suggested. “I want to see you too.”
“But somebody might come by!” she protested.
“We’ve played here since we were kids, Dolores, and we’ve never seen another person.”
“Still, there’s always a first time. I’ll get naked with you at your house, when your folks are away.”
Roger relented, because he really needed to come. He unbuttoned his jeans and fumbled at the opening, finally bringing forth his turgid cock.
Dolores gaped at it. “I didn’t know that, ah, things were so big,” she said, thinking the penis to be remarkably ugly and wonderful at the same time.
She only saw six and a half inches of the monster, because the remainder was concealed by his clothes. Roger had done that instinctively, not wanting to frighten his new girl friend.
He held her in a one arm embrace while rubbing his cock head against her upper thigh. He felt a tingle that presaged an eruption.
“How can I help?” she asked.
“Put your hand around it and start pumping up and down.”
She touched the penis tentatively then grasped it. Her fingers could hardly encircle the shaft. He placed his hand atop hers and began to masturbate. In less than a minute he grunted and began to spew again and again all over her thigh.
“God, Roger!” she cried. “You’ve made a real mess!”
* * *
That night in bed Roger lay on his side in a fetal position and sucked on the end of his cock. It was just a habit, and he didn’t intend to bring himself off
He now had a girl, he thought, a girl whom he loved and who was bolder regarding sex than any other he knew. He realized that at some point she would agree to go all the way, but he feared hurting her with his massive dick.
He recalled the scent of her arousal and her wet panties. She was hot! He needed to be prepared. He had to get some rubbers, just in case. He resolved to ride his bike out to the truck stop the next morning and buy some rubbers from dispensers in the men’s room.
He dreamed of Dolores’ sexy soft thighs, of pushing his face to her twat. Then he began to suck with a purpose and soon came in his mouth.
* * *
The next day, a Sunday, Roger went over to Dolores’ house and called her out.
“Do you want to go to the field again?” he asked after she came onto the porch.
“Come inside,” she said breathlessly. “Mom’s not home.”
They ascended the stairs two at a time, entering her bed room excited as never before. They collapsed together on the bed and immediately began to kiss furiously. Without losing lip contact they managed to strip naked.
Roger looked down at his girl’s lovely body. Her lush pubic bush attested to a certain maturity despite the absence of real tits. Dolores stared at his eight-plus inches of fat cock, doubting that it could fit into her, if it came to that.
He sat on the edge of the bed. “I have rubbers.”
“I don’t know, Roger,” she said plaintively, scratching her crotch.
“Keep doing that!” he exclaimed, placing both hands on her near thigh. “I want to watch you come off.”
She gave him a wan smile then began to frig herself with two fingers. Roger marveled at the action, which seemed to be almost violent. He had expected girls to be gentler with themselves.
He picked up his trousers from the bed, retrieved a condom from a pocket and rolled it onto his cock. Dolores watched him do it, wanting him, as she masturbated furiously.
Roger mounted her when she mewled and writhed near climax. She came with a gasp as he sought her opening, missing it by inches. Impatiently she positioned the monster cock with a hand then they thrust together.
“It hurts!” she cried, but Roger had not broken through.
He tried twice more, but Dolores remained a virgin, despite her outbursts of pain.
The bedroom door slammed open. “What going on here?” barked the girl’s mom.
* * *
Dolores, mortified and wailing, pushed Roger aside and curled into a ball.
“Young lady,” the woman said, “gather your clothes and go down stairs. I need to talk with Roger.”
Dolores complied in a frenzy and rushed out of the room. Roger cowered on the bed, his massive cock still hard, although it quickly began to flag.
“You’re in big trouble, Roger,” the woman said, sternly, although she could not tear her eyes away from the pretty boy’s cock.
Her husband had been killed on the Pusan Perimeter and she had not experienced sex in two years. Here was this beautiful, almost hairless boy with a penis beyond imagination. She sat on the edge of the bed and placed a hand on his near, sleek thigh.
“Dolores is distraught,” she said, “which is understandable. Now is not the time to talk about this.”
“I, I’m sorry …”
“Don’t speak, Roger. Dolores is sleeping over with a friend tonight. Come back here after supper and we’ll discuss the matter then.”
Her hand moved directly to the now flaccid cock and enfolded it. She rolled the condom off then rose to her feet.
“Get dressed now,” she said.
* * *
Roger, although naïve, was not stupid. After he returned home and gave himself a blow job, he lay on the bed and pondered the prospect of fucking Dolores’ mother, an attractive, slender woman although twenty years his senior.
He made excuses to his parents and elder brother to be away until ten that evening. Then he went to Dolores’ house almost breathless in anticipation.
“There you are,” Dolores’ mom, said to him upon opening the back door. “How long can you stay?”
“Until about ten,” he answered, nervously.
The woman realized that she was dealing with an inexperienced, almost grown boy of remarkable physical prettiness and, of course, that magnificent cock.
“You know that what we do must remain a secret,” she said. “You wouldn’t want to cause Dolores embarrassment and shame.”
“You can trust me Mrs. ―”
“Call me Ellen when we’re alone together.”
The woman was clearly in charge of the situation. Roger did not offer an independent word.
“Let’s go upstairs and get started.” She took his arm and pulled him to the staircase. “We have almost three hours.”
* * *
Ellen’s breasts were broader than Dolores’ but still small, too meager to jiggle. Her belly was flat and legs magnificent. Roger watched her undress while he remained fully clothed at her instruction. Finally she stood naked before him.
“I’m going to teach you things tonight that you’ve never imagined, Roger. You might be shocked at what we do.”
Roger understood sex to be simply kissing, touching and fucking. Her words bewildered him but filled him with rising anticipation.
Humming curiously, Ellen slowly undressed him next to the bed. “Raise your arms,” she commanded after removing his shirt.
She saw scant armpit hair. His torso and arms were nicely muscled yet still boyish. She tweaked both of his nipples then pushed him onto the bed where he lay face up.
“Have you bathed recently?” she asked.
“Just a while ago.”
“I thought so.” She kissed his belly. “Your flesh is sleek and smells of soap.”
She removed his shoes, socks and jeans, and gazed at the dramatically tented underpants.
“This is the ultimate prize,” she murmured, pulling down the underwear.
His hard cock lay flat against his stomach, perhaps because it was so heavy, she thought. It extended well beyond his belly button and was marvelously thick.
“God!” she exclaimed. “You could possibly suck on yourself! Have you ever tried?”
Roger grinned up at her ― his first expression of independence.
“You don’t!” she cried. “Show me!”
He rose to a sitting position then calmly leaned forward to capture the end of his cock with his lips.
“My god!” Ellen exclaimed. “Now, stop it! I’d like to see you come in your mouth, but tonight you save your stamina for me. Maybe another time.”
Roger lay back down and with a hand wagged his dick at her impudently.
“I don’t know how to begin with you, Roger. I’m already wet and I need you desperately.”
She leaned down and engulfed his swollen, purple knob, but only for a moment. Lying beside him she raised her knees and parted her thighs.
“Get on top!” she cried. “I hope you can last!”
As differently as possible from Dolores, Roger had no difficulty penetrating her mother. He marveled at the slick, warm tightness on his cock. The woman, already highly aroused, began to moan at the onset of the fuck, especially because she had never before felt such a monster inside her. It didn’t slip out, of course, because of its length.
She gazed at his pretty, young face, one that had yet to feel a razor, but the action between her legs felt very adult. She thrust back at him and scratched his upper arms.
“Oh, god!” she yelled. “Oh, god!” Then she surrendered to a mind-boggling climax that left her limp.
Roger soon came, grinning down at the adult female he just conquered.
* * *
“My period should start tomorrow,” she told him later as they lay side by side on the bed. “I don’t worry about getting knocked up tonight, but in the future you’ll have to use a rubber.”
Roger thought that knocking up Dolores’ mom was an intriguing possibility.
She dallied with him: kissing his flesh, sucking his knob, playing with his pendulous balls and fingering his anus.
“I’ve never had so much fun,” she told him. “Now for something special. I’ll teach you how to lick on a woman.”
“Lick?” he asked, startled.
“Yes, down here,” she said, cupping her hairy pussy. “I too have recently bathed.”
Roger was appalled. He had fantasized about pushing his face at Dolores’ groin ― but licking a grown woman!
“You’ll find it useful, Roger,” she said. “Women love it, as do girls like Dolores. I’ll teach you well.
Although reluctant, Roger followed her command. With head between her thighs he became familiar with the parts of the woman’s sex as she pointed them out. He was amazed to learn that females had a specific pleasure spot. Then she instructed him in the high art of cunnilingus, of teasing indirection before attacking the clitoris with tongue and lips.
Twenty minutes later Ellen writhed and groaned in excitement then pulled her young lover’s hair as she felt a bolt of ecstasy that spread from cunt to tits.
“You’re a quick study, Roger,” she told him after regaining composure. “You could get a reputation among the girls that would make them line up for your service.”
The boy felt enormously proud of himself and wanted to go down on Ellen once more, but she pushed his head away.
“I have other things to teach you,” she said.
She took his right hand in hers and examined it before pushing his five fingers into her mouth for a moment.
“It’s dainty enough,” she remarked, perhaps to herself.
She rose from the bed, went into the bathroom and returned with a jar of something. She smeared greasy stuff on his fingers and the back of his hand.
“Push it in, darling,” she said.
She positioned his fingers at her cunt.
“Ease it in slowly up to your wrist.”
When Roger hesitated, the woman pulled on his hand. Three finger tips penetrated her hole then all five fingers up to the knuckles.
“Now for the hard part,” she said, gasping, and shoved the hand into her up to the wrist.
“Wriggle your fingers!” she cried. “Push in and out!”
Roger complied, although he could not comprehend the woman’s pleasure, who before long yelled at full voice.
“Take it out now,” she eventually said raggedly then lay on her back breathing heavily. “I’ve only read of that before,” she admitted.
Roger’s monstrous cock was hard again, and it had been for some time.
“Show me your wonderful trick again,” Ellen asked, stroking his member.
He sat up then leaned down to capture the top of his prick with experienced lips.
“Go all the way,” Ellen said, her face very close to the action.
Roger sucked himself to climax. Jism drooled from between his lips to flow down the shaft of his cock.
“Amazing!” Ellen exclaimed.
“There are things we haven’t done yet,” she told him. “But we’ll put that off for another time. You should go home now.”
* * *
Roger was elated, and not just because he had fucked for the first time. His experience with Ellen had been truly rich and informative. He wondered what else she would teach him.
What was most curious, though, was Ellen’s failure to warn him away from her daughter. When he went to visit Dolores the next morning, Ellen greeted him affably and even allowed him to be alone with the girl.
“I’ll be away for a few hours, kids,” was all Ellen said before leaving the house.
“What did she say to you?” he asked his sweetheart excitedly, once they were alone.
“She didn’t scold me, Roger. She told me about the rhythm method and said I shouldn’t have sex with you except from three days before my period to three after, and that you should wear a rubber when I’m not actually bleeding.”
“She said we can have sex together?”
Roger was not entirely amazed, because he knew that Ellen wanted him as a sex toy and therefore could not deny him Dolores.
“That’s how I understand it, Roger. The best news is that my period started this morning.”
She gave him a lascivious grin, and without another word they bounded up the stairs to her room.
This time they stripped naked before kissing then clung to each other on the bed. Dolores had spread a large towel beneath her before removing the sanitary pad.
“I want to lick on you here,” Roger said, touching the blood-matted hair of her pussy.
“Why?” she asked. “Besides, I’m all messy down there.”
“Let’s take a shower together, then.”
Dolores thought that to be a delightfully naughty suggestion. She rose from the bed, pulling Roger up with her. They hurried to the bathroom, he with massive dong wagging.
They washed each other with loving, soapy hands. Embracing her from behind, he did more than rinse away caked menstrual blood; he masturbated his darling until she gasped and collapsed in his arms.
She soaped his cock with both hands.
“I want to see you squirt again,” she said.
“Will you suck on it?” he asked.
She darted him a fearful glance then smiled.
“Yeah, sure,” she said. “It’ll be fun.”
Roger did not expect much, because no one could suck his cock better than he. He wanted a commitment from her.
“Let’s do it on the bed,” she suggested.
His bulbous knob stretched the willing but dainty mouth. Her awkward effort would not bring him off, he soon realized, at least not that time. But it was sufficient that she sucked him, that she would do such a thing voluntarily.
He made a similar commitment, tasting her blood while licking her pussy as Ellen had taught him. His jaw began to ache slightly, before she finally gasped and her body bucked in orgasm. Then they cuddled.
“Why did we have so much trouble yesterday . . . you know?” she asked.
“Let’s try again,” he said. “I’ll probably hurt you.”
“It’s not your fault, Roger. I’m ready for it.”
After he rolled atop her, she raised her knees and pushed her butt forward.
“Let’s do it on the count of three,” she said, positioning his cock.
“One, two,” they both counted then thrust at each other.
Roger felt his cock break through. Dolores cried out in pain as her lover penetrated her fully.
“It hurts! It hurts!”
He withdrew then lay beside her. Blood, virginal or menstrual, oozed onto the towel beneath her.
“That was awful!” she exclaimed.
“It only hurts the first time, Dolores,” Ellen said from the doorway. “Take the towel and go downstairs. I want to spend some time with Roger.”
Dolores’ eyes grew large in sudden realization. She giggled, rose from the bed with the towel and left the room.
Ellen began to undress, staring at the boy’s throbbing dong which had not yet felt a special pleasure that morning.
“Roger,” she said, “have you ever heard of anal intercourse?”
He gaped at her, not understanding, but he was ready for anything
with both mother and daughter.
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