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Dave: It was my own fault really. We were the first residents of a new development. And we’d just moved to California from the Midwest. Jenny has always been the shy type, and she thought the new neighbors were a little wild by our standards. Deep down I knew she was right. But, I’ve always surrounded myself with a small group of good friends and, well, I guess I was lonely. I shouldn’t have pushed Jenny into the friendship, but I did. And that’s when the trouble began.
Jenny: I couldn’t understand just what Dave saw in Tom and Lisa. Even though they were about our age and we were both new in the development, I wasn’t very comfortable around them. I was raised in a small town and Dave was my first and only love. I guess I never realized just how naive I was until we started spending time around them. But, Dave seemed to like them enough and I didn’t want to seem like a prude so I never objected to going over to their house and drinking, even though an occasional beer was a lot for me.
Dave: As I said, I was lonely. And Tom and Lisa’s wildness held a separate attraction as well. They said things we’d never dream of talking about, especially in front of others. And they’d certainly lived bolder lives. And then there was Jenny. She seemed to blossom in their presence, taking on a bit more of their attitude every time we met. She drank more, talked more, laughed louder. And afterwards…well afterwards was always great.
Jenny: It seemed the more I was around Tom and Lisa, the bolder I got. They just seemed to bring out something in me. I wasn’t like that except around them. They were so blatantly open about everything. Lisa always seemed to turn the conversation to sex and by the time Dave and I would leave, I would be so horny I couldn’t keep my hands off him on the way home. Good thing they were just next door, I’d have my hands on Dave’s crotch before we could get into our house. One thing he’d taught me was how to give him a good blowjob and I loved taking his entire hard cock into my mouth.
Dave: Jenny was terrific at oral sex, there was no doubt about that. But, what she was most proud of, because I’d always talked about it, was her ability to take all of me in her mouth. The key word there being mouth. You see, I’m not very well hung. Just shy of four inches actually. So, what Jenny was most proud of wasn’t all that big an accomplishment in reality. But, since I’d been Jenny’s first and only, she had no way of knowing, and I’d intended on keeping it that way.
Jenny: Dave was a terrific lover, too. He used his mouth and hands and positioning on me in ways that always satisfied me. It never occurred to me that some of his techniques were designed to maximize his size. I’d never been exposed to X-rated movies or magazines so I’d never suspected that he was small. I guess I would have remained blissfully ignorant if not for a chance discussion with Lisa one night.
Dave: I probably should have told Jenny about my size. But, it was both embarrassing and worrisome to me. I did all I could to please her, and generally thought I did a good job. But, she never came with me inside her, and I know that bothered her a little. It wasn’t like I’d ever lied to her outright. I’d just hidden the truth. Still, I knew the truth was about to be revealed when Lisa brought up the subject of deep-throat. But, I never dreamed just how much that revelation would change things.
Jenny: Like Dave, I had no idea how Lisa’s comment about deep-throat would change our lives. It started innocently enough. We were sitting around, just talking and having fun when she brought it up. I’d never really understood the term but they were so worldly that I always hated to show my ignorance around them so I usually pretended to know what they were talking about even if I didn’t. But for some reason, I just blurted out, “just what does deep-throat mean anyhow? – wasn’t that something to do with Watergate?”. Everyone laughed and Lisa said that she was talking about blowjobs. I blushed then smiled at Dave and announced that I loved doing that to him and was VERY good at it. I could take him completely into my mouth. I wondered why I got a sick smile in return.
Dave: I didn’t know the apprehension showed on my face; I know I sure was worried and embarrassed. But, Tom just chuckled at Jenny’s admission of lust, and I knew he’d missed the implication about my size. I relaxed slightly, but only until I looked over to Lisa. She in turn smiled wickedly and asked, “Oh, then you don’t really do DEEP-THROAT?” Jenny, confused, replied, “What do you mean?” I knew I was in trouble then; I just didn’t know how much.
Jenny: The wicked grin on Lisa’s face both confused and intrigued me. She leaned over and patted Tom’s knee and smiled at him. “I think we might have to just show innocent little Jen just what deep-throat really means”. He grinned at her and then at me, “You planning on showing or instructing, Lisa?”. Lisa winked at me, “Wanna learn?”. I didn’t really understand what she meant but knew the thought of seeing another man’s cock suddenly held some interest.
Dave: Jenny was embarrassed, I could tell by the way she blushed and giggled. My emotions seesawed yet again; I sighed softly in relief as I thought Jen’s embarrassment was going to take me off the hook. But then I noticed the other emotions playing across Jen’s face, curiosity and excitement. I realized it was these that Jen was embarrassed about, not her lack of worldliness. Jen looked to me for guidance, it may have been my last chance to stop what followed, but in my fear and shame I failed to react – I froze.
Jenny: I was embarrassed. I felt that the idea of seeing Tom’s cock shouldn’t excite me but it was. Curiosity about someone else’s had never really entered my mind before but I found myself suddenly very interested. I looked over at Dave to see how he was reacting to the idea; if he’d been frowning, it might have never gone any further. He was watching me closely but I couldn’t tell that he had any objections so I smiled at Lisa and said “sure”.
Dave: Some people would have left things at that and let them unfold naturally, but not Lisa. As Tom started to untie the drawstring of one of the baggy pairs of sweats he was always wearing, Lisa stopped him. She turned to Jen again and said, “Are you sure YOU want to learn HOW to perform deep-throat”? To this day I’m not sure if, at the time, Jen caught Lisa’s not-so subtle emphasis.
Jenny: When Lisa stopped Tom and asked me if I was sure I wanted to learn deepthroat, I just assumed that she and Tom would demonstrate. I thought that I would watch and learn and then practice on Dave. I’d had several beers and was feeling a bit giddy, a bit embarrassed and a bit excited at the thought of watching Tom and Lisa perform. Wanting to cover up my uneasiness yet appear to be cool, I just smiled and nodded at Lisa. She returned a rather wicked grin and addressed both the guys, “OK you two, dicks out! Let’s get started.”
Dave: If I’d been surprised by the conversation had progressed to then, this flat-out shocked me. It wasn’t bad enough that Jenny was about to see another man’s penis, a penis that would almost certainly be bigger than mine, but now Lisa wanted me to display mine for easy comparison! Well, there was no way I was going to get caught in that trap. Trying to keep the fear and embarrassment out of my voice, I answered Lisa, “You’ve got to be kidding?”, while looking to Jen for support.
Jenny: I was just as shocked as Dave at Lisa’s suggestion but I totally misunderstood his answer. I thought he was just trying to get me off the hook, so to speak, assuming that I would refuse to go along with Lisa’s idea. While I appreciated his efforts on what I thought was my behalf, I was a bit curious to see Tom’s in a totally innocent situation. I didn’t know how apprehensive Dave was about doing what she wanted. I had no idea that Dave would really be embarrassed to so show his penis in front of another or that I would soon find out just how small he really was. I didn’t want to seem a prude so when he looked to me, I winked at him and said, “OH, come on Dave. It’s not like they all don’t look alike”.
Dave: I was stunned by Jen’s words – stunned by her attitude. What could I say, “Jen, I don’t want to show my prick ’cause it’s little?” That would be even more embarrassing than the direct comparison, or so I thought. But, to make matters worse, I’m a “grower”. At four inches hard I’m small enough. But, soft I’m about as big as the average man’s thumb. Hoping to get some stimulation at worst, or, more likely, to embarrass Jen out of the entire situation at best, I replied, “Oh, and I suppose you and Lisa are going to strip, too.”
Jenny: That stopped me in my tracks! It was one thing to act silly and maybe get to sneak a peek at Tom’s cock in the process but to have to strip myself?! Before I could say a word, Tom piped in laughing, “Sounds good to me!” He winked at Dave and added, “Don’t know why they’d get to have all the fun. What’s sauce for the goose….” He left his laugh in the air as I struggled to come up with some valid excuse. Blushing furiously, I looked at Dave who returned my gaze with a challenge. I couldn’t imagine that he would want anyone else to see me naked and he knew how shy I really was.
Dave: For the first time that night I felt I’d gotten things right. I’d counted on Jenny’s shyness when I’d made the comment, and the crimson of her cheeks proved me right. Pressing my advantage, I announced, “This whole thing’s gotten out of hand. I think we’ve all had a bit too much to drink.” Then I took Jenny’s hand and stated further, “I think Jenny and I better go now.” I truly believed I was going to escape with my secret intact. And so, once again, I was surprised when Jenny slipped her hand from declaring, “I’m not ready to go yet.”
Jenny: Even though I was embarrassed, there was no way I was going to let that golden opportunity slip by. Maybe it was the beer; I was certainly feeling tipsy. Maybe it was the idea of seeing another man’s penis; I was an only child, no brothers to see growing up and I had always been curious about guys. Maybe it was just to show Dave that he couldn’t make me leave. Maybe it was the challenge in Tom’s eyes. Whatever it was, I pulled my hand away saying, “Dave, don’t be so provincial!” Turning to wink at Tom, I crossed my hands at the waist of my tee shirt and started to pull it up.
Dave: I didn’t know how to respond to Jenny’s words, or how to react to her resolve to call my bluff. Cultivating Tom and Lisa’s friendship had been my idea. But things were suddenly getting way beyond the friendly flirting I’d enjoyed to this point. It seemed likely that Tom was about to become the first man beside myself to see Jenny’s nearly perfect D-cup plus breasts. And yet, part of me was excited by the entire scenario. I noted mentally, with some relief, that I was almost fully erect. Confused by my mixed emotions, I stood in still silence as Jenny doffed her T-shirt and reached behind herself for the clasp of her bra.
Jenny: I was closely watching Tom’s face as I reached to undo my bra. He smiled a wicked grin and I saw that he was staring at my breasts. Lisa quickly jumped in and lifted her tee over her head. She was not wearing any bra and her breasts were considerably smaller than mine. For some reason, that made me proud, it would be about the only category in which I outshone her. Mine were a full D-cup with large dark pink aureoles and darker nipples. I knew Dave liked them a lot and it seemed that Tom was also appreciating the view thus far. Glancing down, I noticed that my nipples were erect. I slipped off one strap, then the other, my eyes never leaving Tom. I also noticed that a lump was growing in his sweats.
Dave: When Lisa removed her top I thought Jen would finally balk, realizing things were getting out of control. Instead, Jen simply looked over at Lisa. Lisa’s breasts were pretty, and not small, but not more than a C-cup, if that. Next to Jen, that wasn’t much. Jen wore a D-cup, but I’ve always believed that was simply because the idea of a DD embarrassed her. Certainly, she was just about spilling out of her bra even before she lowered the straps. As she did so, she looked away from Lisa with a smile on her face. Ignoring me, she looked instead at Tom. More accurately, she looked directly at Tom’s crotch. Incredibly, given just how baggy his sweats were, a definite twitch could be seen there.
Jenny: Even through his sweats, I could see movement in Tom’s crotch. Fascinated, I couldn’t take my eyes off the bulge in his sweats as it grew larger and larger. I think my eyes grew bigger with each twitch. He was obviously far bigger than Dave and I wanted to see it. I knew my nipples were getting harder by the second and I could feel my panties becoming damp, but I’d yet to remove the bra completely, having forgotten it as I stared at Tom. Lisa winked at Tom then went over and sat on Dave’s lap. She kissed him full on the mouth as she pressed her breasts against his chest. Then she brushed her hand across his crotch saying with a wicked grin, “let’s see what you’re hiding in here”.
Dave: Aside from my penis, I’m by no means a small guy. Five foot ten, two hundred pounds, I do one arm dumbbell curls with more weight than Lisa’s ninety pounds. Nevertheless, I couldn’t find the strength to lift her off my knee, and she easily brushed away my hands as I unsuccessfully tried to restrain her from undoing my belt. My power of speech seemed to have fled me as well, as my words of protest came out as an unintelligible stammer. After unbuttoning my pants and unzipping them, Lisa got up off my lap giggling. My heart was beating a mile a minute with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. Finally, I found the strength to stand, hoping to fix my clothes, grab Jenny and get out. But, nervousness made me clumsy, and I missed the waistband of my pants, which slumped around my ankles. Then Lisa, seeing her opportunity, stepped in quickly, grabbed the waistband of my jockey’s, and tugged them down to join my pants.
Jenny: Tom had half risen from his chair, “That’s enough Lisa.” But his words were too late, barely out of his mouth as Dave’s jockeys joined his pants around his ankles. I heard Dave’s gasp and Lisa’s giggle and turned to see her on her knees, hands still holding the waistband of Dave’s shorts, her face mere inches from his fully engorged penis. Her face was a mixture of devilment, excitement and confusion. I didn’t understand her sudden quietness, or the raw look of panic and embarrassment on Dave’s face. Stammering, she looked up and finally winked at Dave. “Well, I see we’ll have to change plans in order to teach Jenny how to deep-throat.”
Dave: My embarrassment seemed to sober Jen. Even as I reached down to pull up my pants, she straightened her bra straps and put her T-shirt back on, murmuring, “Maybe you’re right hon, I guess its time to go.” But, if Jen was also embarrassed, she certainly wasn’t overly so, for, as we left, she answered “Yes”, when Lisa asked “See you tomorrow?