Part I
I’m sorry that this one isn’t as hot as some of the other stories. But it has the benefit that it’s entirely true, and unexaggerated.
I started college in my home town the fall after I graduated high school. My girlfriend joined the air force. Even though she was stationed about a thousand miles away from me, we clung to the illusion that her leaving didn't have to mean the end of our relationship. She would be home for Christmas, after all. And we had it in our minds to get married "in a year or so." Give us a break. We were young and In love.
I don’t mean to boast when I say she was hot. She was. I knew she was good looking then, but it never really registered with me how hot she was until I recently came across our prom pictures. She wore all white that night, so our prom pictures almost look like wedding pictures. She’s unquestionably the best looking girl I’ve ever slept with. And my favorite overall look, too: petite brunette with big pretty blue eyes, an adorable baby face, and very light freckles that you can’t see unless you’re really close to her face.
As for me, I don’t look at our pictures and say “wow, how did I ever get with her?” I wasn’t bad looking. But I wasn’t great looking, and I wasn’t athletic. I was also practically worthless in bed. I could never last more than two minutes, and we weren’t brave enough at that age for oral sex (it was a different time, in an outstate community. Youngsters there and then weren’t as sexually precocious as they are today). I have an average sized penis according to the figures I’ve seen, and my own measurements. But I’ve learned over the years what they never tell average guys: “average” isn’t big enough.
Also, she was pretty religious. She was conflicted about having a sexual relationship with me at all. But she couldn’t resist me, ironically, because of the personality traits which would come to make me a cuckold. I’m very sweet with women. I dote on them, I talk to them in soft ways they aren’t used to being talked to. I’m a good listener. I’m that rare male who sincerely loves to cuddle.
To put it in terms appropriate to this forum, I am a “sissy girlfriend cuck” with a gentle, effeminate personality. Believe it or not, 18 year old religious girls respond very well to the sweet guy who says “I do want to make love to you very much, but I respect your beliefs, and I don’t want to do anything you’re not comfortable with.” It must have made a nice contrast with all the more masculine guys pressuring her for sex on their terms.
So when she joined the air force, you have to imagine her situation. She’s a hot 18 year old girl with a history of sexual repression. Her atheist boyfriend broke down that psychological bar to enjoying her sexuality, but he could never satiate her. And now she’s surrounded by athletic young military men, most just a little older than her, and nearly all more experienced with women than her little-dicked, long distance, sissy boyfriend.
So even though it surprised me, it should come as no surprise to you that she screwed like a jackrabbit. And when you learn that she couldn’t use the chemical birth control methods available at the time for medical reasons, it won’t surprise you to learn that she also got knocked up like a jackrabbit.
End Part I
Real life is beckoning, so I have to go. I'll finish this up in the next week or so.
I’m sorry that this one isn’t as hot as some of the other stories. But it has the benefit that it’s entirely true, and unexaggerated.
I started college in my home town the fall after I graduated high school. My girlfriend joined the air force. Even though she was stationed about a thousand miles away from me, we clung to the illusion that her leaving didn't have to mean the end of our relationship. She would be home for Christmas, after all. And we had it in our minds to get married "in a year or so." Give us a break. We were young and In love.
I don’t mean to boast when I say she was hot. She was. I knew she was good looking then, but it never really registered with me how hot she was until I recently came across our prom pictures. She wore all white that night, so our prom pictures almost look like wedding pictures. She’s unquestionably the best looking girl I’ve ever slept with. And my favorite overall look, too: petite brunette with big pretty blue eyes, an adorable baby face, and very light freckles that you can’t see unless you’re really close to her face.
As for me, I don’t look at our pictures and say “wow, how did I ever get with her?” I wasn’t bad looking. But I wasn’t great looking, and I wasn’t athletic. I was also practically worthless in bed. I could never last more than two minutes, and we weren’t brave enough at that age for oral sex (it was a different time, in an outstate community. Youngsters there and then weren’t as sexually precocious as they are today). I have an average sized penis according to the figures I’ve seen, and my own measurements. But I’ve learned over the years what they never tell average guys: “average” isn’t big enough.
Also, she was pretty religious. She was conflicted about having a sexual relationship with me at all. But she couldn’t resist me, ironically, because of the personality traits which would come to make me a cuckold. I’m very sweet with women. I dote on them, I talk to them in soft ways they aren’t used to being talked to. I’m a good listener. I’m that rare male who sincerely loves to cuddle.
To put it in terms appropriate to this forum, I am a “sissy girlfriend cuck” with a gentle, effeminate personality. Believe it or not, 18 year old religious girls respond very well to the sweet guy who says “I do want to make love to you very much, but I respect your beliefs, and I don’t want to do anything you’re not comfortable with.” It must have made a nice contrast with all the more masculine guys pressuring her for sex on their terms.
So when she joined the air force, you have to imagine her situation. She’s a hot 18 year old girl with a history of sexual repression. Her atheist boyfriend broke down that psychological bar to enjoying her sexuality, but he could never satiate her. And now she’s surrounded by athletic young military men, most just a little older than her, and nearly all more experienced with women than her little-dicked, long distance, sissy boyfriend.
So even though it surprised me, it should come as no surprise to you that she screwed like a jackrabbit. And when you learn that she couldn’t use the chemical birth control methods available at the time for medical reasons, it won’t surprise you to learn that she also got knocked up like a jackrabbit.
End Part I
Real life is beckoning, so I have to go. I'll finish this up in the next week or so.
