THE MAKING OF BLUE BALLS (Part 4 of 5)
Having run the pussy-eating gauntlet with the twelve varsity cheerleaders, I was considered fully indoctrinated into their club as the "official" mascot. In three short months, I had gone from high school senior geek to University freshmen sensation. At least in my eyes. My point of reference being that I was involved in a major way physically with the twelve most beautiful and popular girls at this major Southern University.
It took my balls and penis three days to recover from the traumatic experience on Sunday. As Dawn was walking me out to my car she let me know that we had a date again the following Sunday and that she had a big surprise for me. I was bold enough to let her know that I still hadn't entered her pussy yet. At that Dawn had smiled that mischievous grin of hers and told me not to worry, that if I thought today was intense, it was nothing compared to the "fuck of my life" that I was going to get.
On Wednesday when I saw my roommate, Brad, for the first time that week, having spent all my time bouncing between classes and the library, he patted me on the back. "Congratulations big guy!" he said, "There are only a select few who get into the monthly inner sanctum meeting of the Cheerleaders."
"Where in the world do you get your information?" I ask incredulously.
"Don't worry buddy-boy, your secret's safe with me. It still amazes me though how I have all the muscles anyone can see and you're deficient in every area but one...and that's what counts." Brad said in the most serious tone I had ever seen him use. "Football season will be over in a month and then it's on to basketball season. Dawn will probably captain that cheerleading squad as well, although it will be interesting to check out the freshman competition. I hear there are a couple of hotties trying out." "Leave one or two of them for me, Len!" Brad laughed again as he slapped me on the back and headed out the door.
I showed up to Dawn's on Sunday an hour early, turned off my car engine and waited slumped down in my car, under a moss covered oak tree. About thirty minutes later when I was just about to get out of my car, Dawn's door opened and John Payne, All-American Linebacker, emerged with a grin on his face. Dawn's face leaned partially out the door and they engaged each other in one last passionate kiss. With the windows up almost all the way and how far I was from her door, I couldn't hear their conversation. Then he was headed down the stairs, while I crouched low in the front seat so I wouldn't be detected.
I waited another twenty minutes, checked to be sure the coast was clear, and then headed up the way John had come down. Who was I to dictate her actions I thought? I don't own her, although it seemed more and more like she owned me. John's presence did raise some questions however. I knocked on the door and was greeted by a freshly made up Dawn with a perfectly shiny white smile across her deeply tanned face. "Hi lover boy!" Dawn said in a teasing voice as she opened the door wide and invited me inside.
Dawn looked incredible enough to eat, which in a way, was what I knew I was going to do! She was decked out in a short white tennis skirt that barely covered the "V" between her golden brown legs. Those marvelously firm 36Ds were partially covered by a halter-type-jogging bra. Her constantly hard nipples were protruding through without any resistance. Dawn bent over slightly to turn on some music causing the back of her skirt to ride up a few inches exposing the bottom of her tight bare tan ass cheeks and backside of her pussy at the apex of her long legs. A "whooooosh" of exhaled air came rushing out of me as I viewed this incredible sight.
The next hour was like Déj... vu all over again as some famous baseball manager used to say. Dawn on her back her perfect tits staring down at me. Her short tennis skirt flipped up, knees bent and spread wide, while I devoured her wet pussy. This time it seemed very slick to me, much wetter than the last times and her crease was wider, allowing me to get my mouth, nose, and face deeper into her. I rotated my face in circular motions while sticking my tongue even deeper. Dawn really got off this time... "OOOOOHHH LENNY! You've got it all going tonight...DIG DEEEPERRR, AWWWWWWW YEEAAAAHHHH...lick that goo out of me!!!" That was the first time I had heard her refer to her juices as goo, but she was right. It was thicker and whiter than I had ever seen it. Looking back on it now, it wouldn't have taken a rocket scientist to realize that an hour earlier John Payne had probably been pounding the shit out of Dawn's twat and here I was cleaning up the mess. But I was naïve and hopeful for my shot and never put two and two together.
Dawn was quite content at the end of our session, having had six orgasms. I on the other-hand was in my typical state of arousal, my cock at attention ready to go. It was then that Dawn started the process that would change my life forever. She reached over to the coffee table and picked up a wrapped package and handed it to me. "Open it," she said while looking longingly at me. I remembered the last gift she had given me and had no idea what she had bought this time. The box was long and rectangular, almost like something that would contain a baseball bat, except it was about half that size. I eagerly unwrapped the box and lifted the top off. "What is this?" I asked, honestly having no idea as I lifted the clear cylindrical tube, which was around a foot and a half in length with some sort of small motor attached to it.
Dawn smiled, "This is what we're going to use to help you with self-control...it's a penis pump!"
"I...I...I don't know Dawn, can't we just work on it some other way?" I questioned while looking over the simple looking piece of machinery.
