My name is Amy and I was/am quite medium. At this time, between 2004 and 2006, I was still in high up school and still awkward. I was taller than nigh of my friends and thin. My hair is sour brown and at the time really long, not quite to my hips. Robert Brown eyes that I hated, but was complimented on often. I was fit enough and always was self conscious that I was n't more so. My pinhead were SLOWLY becoming larger. I was barely a B cup when this all happened.

And like many of these tale go ... there was a boy. Ryan. Ryan was consummate. He was n't a pretentious jerk or an dickhead jockstrap. He was champion with practically everyone and was friendly to the kids that were labeled outcast. He was on the association football team, played guitar, matter to in physics, raced motocross ... just an interesting guy !

He had gorgeous blue eyes, and hair that he colored or cut into crazy styles ( like I said it was 2004 ). He just did n't care what hoi polloi thought. It was typically brown and in a faux hawk.

I remember vividly the day I first saw him. I was at a camp with a acquaintance over a holiday weeken early in the summertime. The campground had a lake and we went swimming. There he was, with his friends, he looked a few years older than I was. I could n't intercept staring at his sinewy body. He had a farmer 's tan that ( for whatever reason in my 14 year old mind ) made him that much better. And it turned out that my protagonist knew him ! We whispered among ourselves and worked up the bravery to talk to them.

The long weekend turned out to be pretty shortly, but Ryan and I hit it off pretty quickly. We went for long walks and talked as long as we could before being summoned by the parents to come in back to the campsites.

I wish terribly that this was a narrative of us at that bivouac, that we snuck out and lived my phantasy ... which at that clock time were pretty PG. I just wanted to be held by him and touch his musculus and kiss him ... but we kinda lost touch over the summer. It was n't until school started again that I got to see him again.

Another mutual acquaintance of ours was having a party at his parents farm. In attendance was the soccer team, girls volleyball team, most of the football squad, and really just the more popular kids of high-pitched school. I was surprised I was even told about it. ( Only to find out later that Ryan asked for me and a few others to be invited ).

It was awkward for me and ( already being shy in those situations ) stayed huddled in my small rope of friends. I knew the volleyball game missy haf crush on Ryan at different times, and even though we did n't know each former or were dating, made me jealous and overturned. I craved his attention ! I was n't as `` fully formed '' as the early girls which made me even more self conscious.

As they party went on, groups dispersed here and there between the basement or the barn or by the consortium. The smallest group was in the basement, which is where I found myself among a brace volleyball girls and nearly the full soccer team.

I had tried to be a part of the conversations but it quickly evolved into indoors jokes and `` computer code '' that I could hardly follow. I remember the boys jokingly grabbing at Ryan 's privates and the young woman making lascivious comments and jokes about. They continuously kept singing `` Big whoremonger '' and was honestly, very annoying, as I had no idea what they were getting at.

And at this point in time, my life would change forever.

The girls invited me to sit between them on a sofa, and still naive, I was glad to feature felt included. One of the association football boys sat on Lela 's lap ( young lady on my right ). The conversation had become more sexual and they talked about porno and each 1 sexual experiences. Ryan stayed mostly silent and so did I.

It took me a endorse to notice that Lela 's mitt was down the boys shorts and another up his shirt. I pretended to neglect it, though I felt my fount get red and hot. I was lost in my own head for a moment, wondering how I became a theatrical role of this scene.

'' What 's the magnanimous gumshoe you 've ever seen ? '' The interrogation was directed at me, and I was n't surely how to serve. I told them how I 've never seen one, except in porn pictures that my ally and I would depend up on the computer and quickly turn off.

'' I think Ryan should evince us `` Big John '' '', the young woman to my left said. I was stunned as I now knew what they were talking about earlier. I was shocked and extremely curious. I could find myself start to tremble at the excitment and my underclothing becoming more wet.

He tried to tell us no. But his buddies were coaxing him on and bringing me into it. Saying how `` Amy would need to see it. '' And `` Do n't you want to get with her anyways ? ''

'' You do want him ? And want to see it ? '' Asked Shyann to my left hand. `` I want to see it. '' She said.

I could n't let her act more interest than me, so I innocently nodded my head. `` Please '' I squeaked.

He stepped over the coffee table and stood in front line of me and Shyann. Lela had her boyfriend stall in front man of her, his dick was already out, but I tried to brush off it. Ryan unbuttoned his pant and inched his waistline band down, moving his rose hip forward so that Shyann and I could finish taking them down. I followed her lead, but tried to be more aggressive about it to make her binding off.

I could tell he was already getting remains as his pants came down. I was surprised by how unmanageable it was to pull them down. Shyann held the knickers down, revealing almost all of him. `` Go ahead '' she said to me. I was inexperienced and jumped when understood what she meant.

I always thought my hands were big for a teenage girl, but they felt belittled around his dig. It was ardent and the hide was soft. Gently I lifted and pulled the full cock out and my mouth dropped. It was much bombastic than I expected. Looking back on that moment, I realize it was probably around 8 inches, and had a lot of girth. But on his teenage torso, it was just monolithic. He was circumcised, and his pubic hair was trimmed. Shyann let go of the pants and held on to it with her own bridge player, and surprisingly, I was n't tip over or jealous. I knew how wrong it was, and I felt dirty. But I liked it. My heart was racing, and I felt my wetness in my pants.

I gently played with his shaft in awe and wonder, as she played with his lump. I felt her other hand on my back as we got closer to him and to each other. I found my hand on her thigh almost involuntarily. I was in a spell, and felt like I was on a ride I could n't insure. His swagger throbbed and grew and became harder in my hand.

I looked up to him. And he looked at me with a smile. My mouth watered at the thought of his hammer in my mouth, but I soon felt her facial expression against my helping hand. She started hissing the tip of his dick, and playing with it with her tongue. I gripped him toilsome and he moaned. I knew he liked it, against my own flavor, I fed Shyann his huge cock. Her mouth wrapped around the headspring of his cock as she began to take up on it. Her head began to Bob back and forth, going further and further down his cock until she gagged herself.

Then she did it again only staying on it for a moment longer. Tears came down her face and Ryan moaned softly. His pelvis gently pushing forward to make her swallow more of him.

She came back to breath, spit strung from his penis to her mouth and I took my probability to put him in my mouth. I thought it kind of hot that we were both making Ryan moan with pleasure.

I had to cause my mouth spread wide to actually take him. And when I di. He fit perfectly. I could taste Shyann 's lip gloss and I felt my deal start rubbing her second joint. The tio of his tool tapped at the cover of my mouth. My tongue pressed against the bottom of his gibe as I tried to continue him from going to far. I found that I loved the appreciation of his precum and wanted more. I took a short-change breath and pushed his dick as far into my mouth as I could, but I quickly began to gag. I hated that I did n't do as dear as Shyann and tried again. I swallowed hard and tried to open my oral fissure as wide as I could and stay to swallow. I felt the capitulum of his oenis touch the vertebral column of my pharynx and I began to gag again but I mitt on the book binding of my head stopped me from coming back, and Ryan thrust himself farther down my throat.

I quit gagging, but I could n't breath with the monolithic member in my mouth.

He pulled out and a few of the former male child made shanghai comments. Some had begun masturbating as they watched

Lela had her boyfriend cock in her mouth and was jerking off another boy at the Sami metre. Her short was off and the boys were playing with her tits.

Shyann had also take her shirt off, but I was pretty ashamed of my budding breast in compare with theirs, but Shyann moved agile to take my shirt off and my low bra off. She ooed and awed at my `` buoyant '' tits as she played with them.

I was n't myself, I did n't know the person I was. I let her go on to play with my tits and Ryan 's stopcock as I jacked him off. She switched between sucking on his testis and his shaft. I just sat there with my young tits exposed watching him as his facial expression started to change.

I knew what was about to happen.

'' Cum for me '' I whispered looking into his beautiful blue eyes. I could n't trust what I was saying ! I got closer, and stroked his peter faster.

'' I 'm cumming ! '' He said. A hot string of clean liquid shot onto my neck and chest. I wanted to try out it and was just quick enough to feel the lastly couple spasms shoot his cum into my mouth. It was an odd thing, salty and slimy ... .but I loved it. I held him in my mouth as he slowly calmed down. I swallowed his cum and felt a little drip mold off of the side of my sassing. But it was Shyann 's back talk that I felt at my sass, licking my mentum and neck. Licking up Ryan 's cum off my chest and it felt amazing. My nipple got hard as she played with them in her backtalk.

I closed my center to revel it, and when I opened them back up. Clothes were getting put on, and I did the same.

As quickly as it happened, it was over.

The party continued upstair and no one really said anything about those events ever again. But it did aid me create a short Sir Thomas More acquaintance.

Ryan and I began dating shortly after that, and I 'm sure I will write more of our exploit soon .