He was always big, and I do mean always. One time, Mrs. Mary Ann Coleman Stankowitz, a young housewife of twenty-two babysat for young Jimmy who was still in diapers.
Over coffee a few days later, she confided in a friend, "he's bigger than my husband."
Jim Stevenson didn't remember Mrs. Stankowitz, but she never forgot him. Seventeen years later, he was a senior in high school and a life guard at the town pool, when a woman his mother's age came over to him, "it's awful hot, can I offer you a lemonade?"
Thank you, Mrs.?"
"It's Miss Coleman; I used to be Mrs. Stankowitz, but I'm divorced. And there's something else I'd love to give you if you come over to my house tonight."
He'd dated a few girls in high school, but this was a time when girls were saving themselves for marriage. French kissing was considered a big deal.
Miss Coleman was not the first girl to flirt with him, but all the others had been high school girls and the occasional college co-ed. Miss Coleman was no girl; she was a woman. A woman who never forgot "big" Jimmy Stevenson.
"My address is on the napkin with the glass of lemonade."
The fifties were a time when young people were naïve about sex, but Jimmy Stevenson was curious if nothing else.
He dressed as if he was going on a date: pants pressed, shoes polished, Brylcreem in his hair and his shirt ironed with the collar starched.
Miss Coleman was not. Dressed for a date, that is. She wore a white negligee, a wedding shower gift from her maid of honor. She'd worn it on her wedding night and on occasion during the first years of her marriage. Since the divorce it had gathered dust. After her invitation to Jimmy, she'd rushed home and hand washed it.
Speaking of her wedding, the honeymoon was disaster. She was a virgin, but even then she barely felt anything when her husband entered her.
Although they had three children, she frequently complained to her girlfriends that there was not the excitement of sex she'd expected. "I don't feel anything," she whined.
"Maybe Ralph isn't big enough to satisfy you."
Of course, she'd heard that some men had big ones, but she thought they were just rumors. Then one day, when her girlfriend, Patti, was at her home for coffee, and Mary Ann was crying about the lack of a rewarding sex life. Patti said, "remember I suggested Ralph wasn't big enough?"
"Of course. I've thought about that, but how do I know? He's been my one and only."
"If I show you something, do you promise not to say anything to anyone."
"Sure."
"It's important that you don't. I bought a new camera recently, it's called a Polaroid, and I took a picture of my Dan."
"A picture of what?"
Patti opened her purse and took out the Polaroid. "Oh my God, is that for real?" She blushed at seeing another man for the first time, but at the same time couldn't turn her head away.
"Yep, that's why I always have a smile on my face."
The word ‘photoshopped' had not come into use yet, but, "Patti is this some kind of trick photography?"
"Nope, that's my Dan. Mary Ann, it gives me all kinds of pleasure. Now, you promised not to say anything to anyone."
"I promise." A year later Mary Ann Coleman Stankowitz was divorced. She dated on occasion, and took men to bed, but none gave her the satisfaction she was expecting. None were hung like Patti's Dan.
Young Jimmy wasn't sure what to think when she answered the door in that sheer negligee. Standing before him was a 5'8" long legged, big breasted woman. She got her figure from her Eastern European mother's side of the family. Her black hair, and very dark skin from her Sicilian father.
The lingerie was so sheer, her dark areolas and almost black nipples were clearly visible. It was knee-length, and Jim could see her black panties. Shortly he'd learn that they weren't panties at all. It was Mary Ann's big, thick black bush.
It took her over an hour to get Jimmy into her bed, and even though he was a virgin lasted far longer than her husband ever did. And of course, far bigger. She thought he was bigger than Patti's husband, Dan.
Later when she blabbed to her friend Cassy Delphante about her conquest, she held her hands almost a foot apart, and "it's as thick as my wrist."
That first night, once was not enough for Mary Ann, and of course the young man was just as eager.
Over the next two weeks, Mary Ann insisted on fucking Jimmy Stevenson every chance she could. Of course, he had life guarding duties, and still lived at home with a curfew.
Jimmy Stephenson's next surprise came when Mary Ann told him she was having her period. He didn't completely understand, except hearing his father say something about his mother being bitchy at that time of the month.
She made it clear there would be no fucking this week. His disappointment was evident on his face, and he wasn't certain why she still dragged him to bed.
What happened next was the greatest thing to every happen, except of course for two weeks earlier when Mary Ann fucked him for the first time.
She'd learned about blowjobs on her honeymoon. She'd play with her husband's tiny cock until it got hard and then put in her mouth, at first reluctantly.
She was willing to please her husband in any way possible. Sadly, once it was in her mouth, it was soon over. Nothing changed in the years they were married. He demanded that she go down on him, especially when she was having her period. Even when she was pregnant and fucking became too painful. The one thing she wouldn't do was swallow during her pregnancy. "It can't be good for the baby," she insisted.
Whenever Mary Ann had her period, Jimmy made every effort to see her every day. She could never take more than a few inches of his prodigious cock in her mouth, but her enthusiasm was beyond reproach.
One Happy Hour, Mary Ann's girlfriends wanted to know why she seemed to always have a smile on her face.
"What's happened to you in the last few months?" Esther Philpot asked.
"Yeah, why are you so happy all the time?" Karen Sharman asked.
"She was reluctant. "Mary Ann, tell them," Cassy said, "or I will."
"Oh, okay. I have a boyfriend."
"Not just a boyfriend, "Cassy interrupted, "an eighteen-year-old boyfriend with a big one, and he can keep going and going and going."
Mary Ann blushed, even though she'd known these women since high school. Each of whom was also divorced, widowed or in a loveless marriage.
"I'm so happy for you," said Karen, whose husband, over the last two years had shown a complete lack of any interest in sex."
"I think it's only right that you share?" Esther suggested.
"Does he have a friend?"
"Maybe two or three friends?"
"I don't know," Mary Ann said, "but since my divorce you've been such great friends, trying to fix me up with guys."
"So, are you saying he has friends?"
"Or are you saying, you'd be willing to share?"
Two martinis later, "Okay, okay, Esther brought it up. She goes first."
"I don't understand?"
"Esther, you wanted me to share. Jimmy will be at my house tomorrow after he finishes life guarding. I'll be out, but Esther, you just tell him that I had an emergency, and I asked you to take care of him. The rest is up to you."
That's how it started and for the next two years Jimmy Stephenson was seeing Cassy, Karen and Esther once or twice a month, and of course, Mary Ann usually twice a week.
At their Happy Hour gatherings after a couple of martinis tongues would loosen and they'd compare notes.
A week after Esther's first encounter, Cassy asked, "did it hurt?"
"It hurt soooo sooo much I insisted that he do me three times." Everyone laughed.
"Who's next?"
"Me."
"Me."
It was Cassy who started calling him Big Steve, even in public. Most people thought it was because he'd grown to six feet and a hundred and ninety pounds. Mary Ann's friends knew better.
"Okay," Mary Ann asked one Happy Hour, who taught Big Steve to eat pussy?"
Karen blushed. "It hurt the first time he did me, I thought that eating my pussy might help."
"Well, did it?"
"After I showed him where I wanted his tongue and demanded he eat me and eat me some more, I have no idea if it hurt. It was so good, and it's so big."
"Now, he wants to eat me every time before we fuck. Not that I'm complaining."
"I'm not either," said Esther, "and Karen, you taught him well."
At another Happy Hour, Mary Ann demanded to know, "who showed Big Steve to do it doggie style, and barked like a dog for him?"
"Arrf, arrff," Cassy blushed.
So did Esther, "woof, woof."
"He has me doing it, too," said Karen, "it feels so good like that." The others nodded.
A year after this all started and after throwing down some tequila shots to celebrate Cinco de Mayo, Cassy admitted proudly, "I swallowed all of it."
"I've been doing that all along," said Mary Ann. "No big deal."
"No, I mean, I swallowed the whole thing. I could feel his ball sack with my tongue."
"That's impossible. I thought you meant all his cum."
"When I had my period, I practiced and practiced. Finally, I did it."
"I'd like to see that."
"Well, I'm not going to have an audience."
What did happen is that the other women: Mary Ann, Karen and Esther, insisted on sucking Big Steve until they too could deep throat him.
It ended when after two years at a local college, Jimmy transferred to a school half way across the country. Each of the women warned him that college girls were a lot smaller and he might hurt them badly.
They were right, and he didn't have much sex over the next two years, but shortly after graduation, he met a young woman, Linda Mitchell, his own age who was almost as tall and broad as he was. She easily took that big cock and demanded that he keep giving it to her; not unlike the four middle-aged women back in his hometown.
Their marriage was very happy and they had two boys. Sadly, Linda died suddenly in her forties and Big Steve was celibate, not by design.
That is until Henry Hall and Tim Harkness couldn't shut up about Cindy Martin and Ginny Parker.
Now, Big Steve found himself weekly banging the eager Cindy Martin and Ginny Parker. Best of all, they loved to suck his cock, and Ginny, month after month became more adept, eventually she could deep throat like Cindy.
A year later, the town was rocked by a scandal. Ginny Parker, twenty-three moved in with Jimmy Stephenson, age sixty-three.
It happened like this. Ginny loved to start their night or day in bed with serious cock sucking, and then before Big Steve came, she insisted that he fuck her.
As much as she liked to bark like a dog for him, or to have him on top of her, she found that she loved to ride his cock. She could set the rhythm and she loved that Jim was as fascinated with her tits more so than most guys.
What Jim loved best was after the cock sucking and fucking, before he came, Ginny would take it out and suck the cum out of his cock. "Jim," she said one day, "if there's one cock I could have for the rest of my life, this would be it."
That was the clincher for him. Yeah, he knew she was fucking Paddy O'Hara and Henry Hall, and that on occasion she'd go out with Cindy Martin, pick up a guy her own age and fuck him all night. But still . . .
Ginny knew that she'd only get Big Steve two or three times a week at most, but those times would be far better than all the other cocks she was getting.
An outsider might scream "Gold digger," but the townspeople knew that Ginny's family was far wealthier than Jim Stevenson, even though he was worth millions. Ginny's trust fund alone was worth far more than Jim's wealth.
TO BE CONTINUED
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