I'd tell you she was mean, but you can decide for yourself. "Look in the mirror, Sheila, you don't even need a bra. No boy's going to be interested. You don't have anything they're interested in."
She meant boobs. I didn't have any; none. My older, married sister, Grace, had them: big ones, really big ones.
I didn't have hair anywhere except on my head either. Grace didn't have any between her legs, but that was different. She confided in me that she shaved in all off because "Sam adores it like that."
I wasn't naïve. I knew what she meant. I couldn't imagine a boy wanting to put his tongue in there. Apparently, her husband, Sam did. Grace always had a smile on her face.
It finally happened between senior year in high school and freshman year of college. My boobs grew and then they grew some more and then even more. I took Grace's advice and shaved down there. "Sheila, keep it smooth, you never know when you'll get lucky," Grace advised.
Freshman year in college I had dates, but usually there was no second date. I'd let a boy feel me up, but that was all. One of the girls in the dorm brought in a bunch of her brother's adult magazines called Titties. We all looked through them. I don't mean to brag, but mine were nicer.
I wasn't the only one to say that. "Sheila's are bigger and more beautiful than any of these models." Other girls agree. "Yeah, Sheila, you should be a titty model."
No, I didn't want to be a titty model. How embarrassing. It was bad enough that after the required gym class we had to take a shower. The shower room was communal. There was no privacy. None. Not only that but I was the only girl, at least in my class, who had a bare pussy.
When my breasts stopped growing, I was the somewhat reluctant owner of very firm 38DDs, which I thought looked ridiculous. I'm 5'2" tall.
I only let boys feel me up and nothing else because I wasn't ready. Like with my slow physical development; mentally I wasn't ready for sex. I wasn't saving myself for marriage or anything like that.
My roommate, Paula, on the other hand, had a date every weekend. Sometimes, she spent the night somewhere. Sometimes, "Sheila, this is Rob, do you think you could go to the library or some place for an hour or two? Rob and I need some privacy." Other times, I'd wake up in the middle of the night and Paula and Rob or whomever were going at it in her bed across the room. It wasn't that she was noisy; it was that the room was so small. Okay, she was noisy AND the room was so small.
Sophomore year it was more of the same; rarely a second date. My roommate that year was Terri. She dated all the time, including in the middle of the week. One day in early October, we were chatting. "Sheila, have you ever thought about thanking a guy for a nice evening?"
"What do you mean?" I wasn't going to tell her that just last weekend, I'd let my date take off my bra. He was in awe of my titties and told me so. I liked that.
Terri wasn't as circumspect about her love life. "Sheila, when a guy takes me on a date; a movie, pizza and a movie, whatever. If I had a nice time, he gets a thank you blowjob."
My mouth could not have been open any wider. I could have fit what Terri was talking about in mouth easily. "Why do you think my social calendar is always full? Not just that, but Professor Lisler gave me an A in Economics last semester, he got a thank you blowjob. For an old guy, he's got a lot in his pants."
I was stunned. I wasn't going to do that. I'd never done that. Never thought of doing that. Didn't know how to do that. "Not only that," Terri continued, "but I expect that Professor Lisler let my other professors know what they can expect if I get an A in their course. I'll make sure they get a thank you blowjob, too."
For the next month I didn't even date. I couldn't imagine doing what Terri suggested. I went home for Christmas and had a heart-to-heart with my sister Grace. "Sheila, when I was young and single, if a guy showed me a particularly good time, I'd fuck him, and if I was having my period, he'd get a blowjob. None of this happened all the time, but it's not like it didn't happen at all."
I told her what my roommate Terri suggested. "Boys expect to be rewarded for showing a girl a nice time. Maybe a thank you blowjob is a little too much, but I'll tell you, Sheila, giving a boy your titties, as lovely as they are, isn't going to be enough. I like the idea of a thank you blowjob for one of your professors. They'll know what they're doing and will likely be more patient than some college boy."
On the flight back to school, I thought about what Grace said, and I thought about what Terri said. When I got back to school, I made an appointment to see Professor McKenzie. He was my Biology professor and had given me an A. I was taking his Human Anatomy course this term.
I didn't realize then how easy it was to seduce a man. Or maybe Professor McKenzie thought he was seducing me. Anyhow, he locked his office door, and soon I was on my knees. I made sure that he knew I was new at this, but was anxious to thank him for giving me an A.
Professor Charles McKenzie was in his mid-thirties. I was nineteen. Looking back, it wasn't a very good blowjob. I was hesitant; I probably scratched him with my teeth and to be honest, I didn't like the taste. Frankly, I thought it was a disaster.
Professor McKenzie could not have been more patient. "Nice and slow; it's Sheila, right." I couldn't blame him for not knowing my name. There were over a hundred students in his class.
I nodded with his cockhead in my mouth. I licked it and then put my lips over it and perhaps an inch down his shaft. Then I used my hand to jerk him off. I'd never done that either. Given a guy a hand job, I mean.
"You're doing good, Shannon, keep going just like that." Yes, he got my name wrong. There are lots of euphemisms for blowjobs. My sister Grace sometimes called it a ‘hummer.' As in "whenever I'm having my period, Sam gets a hummer."
I wasn't sure what humming had to do with a blowjob, but I started, "hmmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmm, hmmmmmm, hmmmmmmmm." I still only had his cockhead and an inch in my mouth.
"You're better than you thought. Keep going, just like that."
He didn't ask me to take more; just to keep going. "Hmmmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmmmmm, hmmmmmm." I hummed, but I did try to take more. Unsuccessfully, but I tried.
"That's it, Sharon, you're getting me closer." Yep, he did it again. "Don't stop. If you don't want to swallow it, I understand, but if you don't. you should take it out of your mouth now."
I'd gone this far. Besides, I wanted to know what it tasted like. I'd never thought to ask Terri or my sister. "Hmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmmmm." I continued until I felt Professor McKenzie stiffen, then grunt and grunt again.
It didn't taste as bad as I thought. As soon as I swallowed it, I took Professor McKenzie's cock out of my mouth. "Sheila," he got it right this time, "if this was your first time, you did quite well. I'd love for you to do me again in a year or so when you're more experienced."
I wasn't going to wait a year to do Professor McKenzie again; I wasn't going to wait a year to give anyone a blowjob again.
Most kids drink and we'll try anything. Beer, wine, vodka, gin, rye, tequila, scotch, whatever. I'd tried them all. I didn't like beer, and hated scotch, but I'd heard that scotch is an acquired taste.
I decided on my own that cum was an acquired taste.
I didn't date. I guess boys decided that if they weren't going to get what they wanted, why bother. I asked Terri, my roommate if a guy got one thank you blowjob per date and did her professors get one thank you blowjob per A.
"Oh no. You have to let them know that if they take care of you, you'll take care of them. For instance, there was this great concert I wanted to go to. I hinted to Danny that I want to go. He got a thank you in advance blowjob, and then afterward, I went crazy on his cock. I'm sure I can get anything I want from Danny."
Over the next few months, I made a few appointments with Professor McKenzie. "Sheila, so good to see you again." He'd learned my name. "What can I do for you?"
He knew exactly what he could do for me. Professor McKenzie put his hands on my shoulders. There was no need to push me down. There was no resistance. I was on my knees, undid his belt, pulled down his zipper, and in minutes "hmmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmmm."
"You are getting better and better. I think with more practice, you'll be able to take it all."
He said this while my lips were sliding up and down his cock. "Hmmmmmm, hmmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmm." I admitted to myself that, like my sister, I was a hummer. Professor McKenzie seemed to like what I was doing. I was proud of myself. My parents were proud of the A I got in Human Anatomy.
After I'd returned to Professor McKenzie's office four or five times. Terri, my roommate asked, "what are you doing Friday night?"
"I don't know, why?"
"My boyfriend Danny and I are going to a concert. Our friend Denny doesn't have a date. I told him you'd go. The band is marvelous."
"Be honest, Terri, is this Denny guy expecting a thank you blowjob?"
"That's up to you, but I will tell you, he has a big one."
Terri didn't have to tell me how she knew; I could guess. I didn't know what a big one was. As you know, I'd only sucked Professor McKenzie's cock. It didn't seem all that big. I mean by now, I guess my lips went almost all the way down his shaft. That's right, I hummed with a mouthful of cock.
The concert was marvelous. We had a lot of fun; Denny was cute and made me laugh.
After the concert, he invited us back to his apartment. His roommate was out. "Danny, you and Terri can use Tom's room, Sheila and I will be in here." He led me to his room. I didn't resist.
It wasn't too long before I had my blouse and bra off. It had been awhile since I'd had a date; unless of course you count Professor McKenzie's thank you blowjobs a date. Denny's hands felt good. He mumbled while his tongue played with a nipple, "Sheila, you have the most beautiful titties. Thank you for letting me."
By this time, I was curious about what Terri said about Denny's big one. While he continued on my titties, I was unbuckling his belt, pulling down his zipper and getting his cock out of his pants.
Like I said, I didn't know what big was, but what I was holding in my hand was far bigger than Professor McKenzie's. You could call it a thank you blowjob because our date was fun, but at the moment I thought of it as a curiosity blowjob. That's how much bigger Denny was.
In minutes his pants were off and I was kneeling between his legs.
I tried, but I couldn't take much of that huge cock in my mouth, but what I could take, I thought I did my best. "Hmmmmmm, hmmmmmm, hmmmmmm," I sucked.
"Oh my, Sheila. You make my cock feel so good. I've never been this hard."
"Hmmmmmm, hmmmmmm, hmmmmmm, hmmmmmmm," I sucked Professor McKenzie for an A. I kept coming back to make sure I got that A and because I enjoyed hearing him grunt when he came, and I'd come to enjoy the taste. Yes, I'd acquired a taste for cum.
Denny gave me so much cum, I couldn't swallow it all. It was delicious. Maybe it was his age, but that cock stayed hard a long, long time, and I sucked a long, long time.
Unlike with Professor McKenzie, I didn't get up and leave. I crawled up and snuggled with Denny. His hands went right to my titties.
Sometime later, there was a knock on the door. Denny and I got under the covers. "Denny, it's Danny, Terri and I are leaving. Your roommate's back. What are you going to do, Sheila?"
I reached between Denny's legs. "If Denny will have me, I'd like to stay for a while."
He nodded and smiled. "I'll walk her home later."
I played with his cock until he was hard. Then, "I'll be right back," I giggled and got under the covers, between his legs. I'd never done Professor McKenzie twice in one day, but right now that's what I wanted. It was nice to snuggle with Denny. It was nice to feel his hands all over my titties. This was a thank you blowjob.
I didn't know enough about men to know that the second time it took them much longer to cum. To be honest, I enjoyed sucking Denny's cock. Sure, it was a struggle to get more in my mouth, but I took it as a learning experience. "Hmmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmmmm."
I was surprised when my neck and jaw got sore, but when he came it was well worth it. There wasn't as much cum, but it was as tasty. "Wow, Denny, thank you," I said after I swallowed. "Your cock is amazing."
"I'm the one who should be thanking you. I've had blowjobs before but none like that."
"I'm glad you liked it. Denny, I'd like to stay the night, maybe in the morning, I could . . ."
"You liked my cock that much?"
"Enough to want more in the morning." I still had my jeans on. I took them off but left my panties on. I slept in his arms. Denny's breath on my nipples helped me sleep.
I didn't get to thank Denny with a blowjob in the morning. Instead, I willingly let Denny take my virginity. It was okay. Like I said, I didn't know that it took men a long time to recover. Denny was on top of me and kept going and going. At first it was painful, but then all the nerve endings in my pussy began to shiver.
I'd made myself cum with my fingers numerous time, but it was never like this. I was confident that I gave him a good thank you blowjob, but I didn't know if I was a good fuck. I was satisfied but I wasn't sure Denny was. He acted like he was and grunt and groaned when he came, but I wasn't sure.
An hour later I was back in my dorm. Terri and Danny were still asleep. I took a shower. A long hot shower, which gave me time to think. Fucking Denny was fun. My orgasms were amazing. I'd never felt like that before.
However, I admitted to myself that thank you blowjobs were my favorite thing. I loved the noises guys made when they came. I liked looking into their eyes when they came. I loved the feeling of their hard cocks in my mouth. I loved the feel of their throbbing cock when they spurted. And I loved, and I mean loved the taste of their cum.
I didn't go out with Denny again, although he called me a few times. I was pleased. He must have been happy with my blowjobs. I was sure he want to fuck me again. I'd have preferred to blow him.
For the next month I had a date every weekend. I wasn't sure if Terri, Danny or Denny let guys know I was willing.
Sometimes these guys took me to a movie or a concert or just for pizza and beer. The night always ended with a thank you blowjob, but no fucking. I always slept in my dorm room and alone, except for Terri. Sometimes Terri and some guy; not always Danny.
One day as I was walking to a class, I ran into Professor McKenzie. "Sheila, I haven't seen you in a while. Why don't you stop by my office?" I knew what he wanted. It was good to be wanted.
Now I knew he just had an average size cock. With my new-found experience, the professor was pleased with my performance. He still tasted good. "You've improved greatly. I'd like to see you more often." He patted me on the head.
When I finished, I got off my knees, wiped my mouth and thanked Professor McKenzie for his time. "Sheila, I see you got a B for the midterm in Professor Hallman's Sociology class."
"Yes, I was a little disappointed. I'll have to work harder."
"I'd go talk to him if I were you. Perhaps you can do some extra credit work," he smiled.
I was sure I understood what he was saying.
Professor Glenn Hallman was almost an institution at the university. He'd been there thirty years which meant he was almost sixty-years-old or my grandfather's age. I called and his secretary gave me an appointment for Thursday afternoon.
I arrived dressed in jeans and a tee shirt. I suspected what was going to happen, but I also knew men liked titties. My tee shirt was tight. My bra's fabric was flimsy. My nipples weren't prominent, but they were visible. If Professor Hallman wanted what I think he wanted, my little bit of exhibitionism might spur him on.
His secretary said, "The professor is expecting you. I gave you an hour, I hope that's enough time." The smile on her face told me that she must know what was going on.
"Ms. Muller, I've been expecting you. Professor McKenzie told me all about you. What can I do for you?"
Even though I was pretty certain why I was there, I blushed. Professor McKenzie told him all about me. Did that mean he told him about my thank you blowjobs? I was so embarrassed.
"Oh, young lady, there's no reason to be embarrassed. Come over here and sit down. He led me to the couch in his office.
I wasn't wrong about my titties spurring him on. It wasn't long before he was helping me take off my shirt. "I can do my bra myself."
"Sheila, they're magnificent. In all my years, you have the most beautiful breasts I've ever seen. Come sit on my lap and straddle me."
His hands played with them. Then his mouth, lips and tongue were all over them. I could feel his hard cock against my ass. "Professor, I have a suspicion you want more than just my titties." I slid off him and on to my knees.
Yes, he did want what I suspected. He stood up and unbuckled his pants, pulled down his zipper, and lowered his pants below his knees. As I said I was on my knees. "Why don't you help me with the rest?"
He was wearing briefs and there was a big bulge in them. It must be from playing with my titties. I was anxious now. Quickly I took his shoes off and got his pants off. Only then did I take off those briefs.
Oh my, this sixty-year-old man had a cock every bit as big as Denny's, perhaps bigger and it was standing straight up. Better yet, it was beautiful and I thought it was ideal for a thank you blowjob. Actually, a thank you in advance blowjob. "Hmmmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmm." I didn't waste any more time.
"Oh, you are marvelous. Professor McKenzie told me that you were very talented. I didn't expect this from someone so young." My face was red. I wasn't sure it was from what Professor McKenzie shared or my effort.
"Hmmmmm, hmmmmmm, hmmmmmmm." I couldn't take all that big cock, but I was hoping that I pleased Professor Hallman. "Hmmmmmm, hmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmmmm."
"You're a very good girl. It won't be long now." Like Professor McKenzie, he patted me on the head.
"Hmmmmm, hmmmm, hmmmmmm." If possible, I was even more enthusiastic. Anxious for him to reward me. He did, oh, he did. There wasn't as much as the college boys I'd been doing, but it was delicious.
"Thank you, professor. I'm new at this, I hope I pleased you."
"Don't worry about it. You were very good. I'd like to see you again."
"That would be very nice. Should I make an appointment with your secretary on my way out?"
"That's a good idea. I'll be sure to be well-rested."
The secretary, Miss MeLinda Compton, her name plate read, a woman perhaps in her fifties, smiled at me when I came out of Professor Hallman's office. "I suggest that you plan on seeing the professor in two weeks. He's very busy."
"Two weeks from today at 2:30 is good. Thank you."
"Oh, and Ms. Muller." She tapped a finger to the corner of her mouth.
I wasn't sure what she meant. "Have a nice day," I said as I left with a smile on my face. My first stop was the ladies' room. I really had to pee. Besides, after a blowjob my pussy was always moist. With Professor Hallman's big cock, I was leaking.
I was appalled when I looked in the ladies' room mirror. I think you know why. In the corner of my mouth was some dried cum. Professor Hallman's secretary knew what I was doing in his office. Could I show my face around her ever again?
As my dating life improved through my sophomore year, I became more particular. By that I mean, guys didn't always get a thank you blowjob. I'd had small ones, big ones, fat ones, skinny ones, circumcised and uncut. I preferred long, fat circumcised ones. I'm sure all you ladies have preferences. That was mine.
Of course, I didn't always get what I wanted, but when I did, I have to admit I was a cocksucking slut. That led me to Tony. He sat next to me in a history class. He was gorgeous. When he asked me out, I didn't hesitate, and we had a good time which led to a thank you blowjob.
Remember, above I said he was gorgeous? So was his cock. It was the most beautiful cock I'd ever seen. More beautiful than Professor Hallman's and of course, much younger. Not that I'd seen that many. By this time maybe a dozen or two.
It was over seven inches long, and it was a struggle to get passed that big, beautiful head. When I licked his shaft, I found a thick blue vein that my tongue played with. And his ball sack; it was so big and he had the biggest balls. I could only get one in my mouth at a time.
Best of all, he lasted a long time, and I hummed and hummed. "Hmmmmmmmm, hmmmmmm, hmmmmmmmmm."
As it turned out the fact that he lasted a long time wasn't the best thing. The best was that he had the most delicious cream and there was so much of it. I couldn't swallow it all, but this time, I didn't care if there was some residue in the corner of my mouth.
We were in his dorm room and when I finished that thank you blowjob, I didn't want to leave. After that thank you blowjob, Tony didn't want me to leave. I'd taken off my shirt and bra when I sucked him the first time. Later when I went to the bathroom, there was some caked cum on my chin and even on my titties.
I took it as a badge of honor and didn't wash it off. However, before getting back in bed, I took off my jeans. "Tony, I'm going to want more later."
"Why don't you stay the night? You can have more later and then we can do it again in the morning."
When his roommate came in, I got under the covers. I mean, I didn't let just anyone see my titties. That may have been my attempt at modesty, but it didn't work out that way.
His roommate, Joey, didn't make a big deal about us being in the room. He just got undressed, and went to bed naked. About an hour later, Tony started playing with my titties and guided my hand to his cock. "Sheila, I think I'm almost ready for more. What about you?"
I slid my hand up and down that shaft a few times. Yes, he was almost ready. I played with those big balls.
I went down on him under the covers. If you've been reading this since the beginning, I'm a noisy, enthusiastic cocksucker; a hummer. Once I started on Tony's cock, my mind was 100% concentrated on it. I forgot all about the blankets and about Joey sleeping across the way. "Hmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmm, hmmmmmm," I slurped.
Soon the blankets were off and I continued to suck. I think every week I improved. I mean I could take most any cock down my throat, except Professor Hallman's and now Tony's. I'd learned to breathe through my nose and I could keep going and going. I never worried about my jaw or my neck getting sore. "Hmmmmmmmmm, hmmmmmmmm, hmmmmmm."
It happened all the time now. After a thankyou blowjob, my panties were always damp. After doing Tony, like with Professor Hallman, I wasn't just damp, I was leaking.
I didn't think twice about getting up and using the bathroom. Besides, the lights were off. Even if Joey across the room was awake, he couldn't see much. So, I thought.
I hung my panties over a chair, hoping they'd dry out.
In the morning, Tony was ready for more. "Sheila, last night was so good, I'd love to fuck you."
I think I froze a little. As you know, it wasn't like I was a virgin. It's just that I much preferred sucking to fucking.
As much as I liked thank you blowjobs, Tony's fingers were busy, and my brain wasn't working properly. I mean, they say that men think with their dicks, maybe women think with their pussies. Tony had allowed me the pleasure of his cock last night, twice. If he wanted to fuck me, okay. A thank you fuck, perhaps?
I'd been fucked a few times after Denny took my virginity. It wasn't all that great. Tony was different. He didn't fuck me; he made love to me. It wasn't too long before. . .
I don't know how dorm rooms are now, but then we had single beds with steel frames and steel springs. The steel legs sat on linoleum floors. Every movement caused a noise. While my roommate Terri was getting fucked, the bed would squeak and you could hear it moving on the floor. Besides, there was no headboard, so that steel frame banged against the wall.
Once Tony started and I joined him, I never gave Joey sleeping across the room a thought. As enthusiastic and noisy cocksucker as I was, I was just as noisy and enthusiastic a fuck. I just couldn't help myself when Tony's cock was going in and out of my pussy.
I never understood why Terri was so noisy when she was getting fucked in our dorm room with me sleeping on the other side of the room. She knew I was there. Well, I knew Joey was over there. It didn't make any difference. "OH, YES TONY, YES, KEEP GIVING IT TO ME. YOUR COCK FEELS SO GOOD."
"NOT AS GOOD AS YOUR MOUTH, BABY. YOU LIKE SUCKING MY BIG COCK, DON'T YOU?"
"YES, OH GOD YES. DO YOU WANT ME TO SUCK IT AGAIN? I WILL BUT JUST NOT RIGHT NOW. OH GOD YOUR COCK, OOOOOOOOH, OOOOOOOOOOH, I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMMING, TONY, I'M CUMMMMMMMMMING."
I wrapped my arms around him and whimpered, "your cock was so good to me. When you're ready I want to suck it, please." Yes, I was ready for another thank you blowjob.
Without thinking, ten minutes later, I got out of bed to use the bathroom. "Damn Tony, I can't believe a girl as beautiful as that would let you fuck her."
Only then did I realize that Joey had been watching us and was now staring at me. Naked me. Not just naked, remember, my sister Grace convinced me that I should go hairless.
I tried to cover my breasts and cross my legs as I hurried to the bathroom. Try it; it's impossible. Joey, don't look!!!!!"
When I came out of the bathroom, Tony and Joey were sitting on the edges of their beds chatting. They were both naked. I'd found a towel to cover myself until I could find my panties, bra, shirt and jeans. "Sheila, why don't you stay? Didn't you promise me another blowjob?"
"Well, yes." I was blushing. "I didn't think you'd expect me to do it in front of your roommate. I should get home."
"Oh baby, don't be like that. I won't be ready for a while, but I'd bet Joey would like a blowjob. Look at his cock; he's got a big one. I'll bet you'd like some of that."
I'd been trying not to look at Joey, but now I took a brief glance. He was playing with his cock, and even a quick glance told me that Tony was right: Joey did have a big one.
TO BE CONTINUED
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