10 inches to Ruin

10 inches to Ruin
By
Loverboy69

At about 13 it became obvious I was not normal. Between my legs my cock had grown to major size. Flaccid it was 6 inches long and thick. When fully hard it stood straight out, perpendicular from my body and a full 10 inches long from pubic bone to the tip of the head. I had no idea where the monster would lead me but I willingly followed along.

My monster became my best friend and worst enemy. He made me friends and lost me nearly as many. At the tender of age of 14 and 15 girls were terrified of the Monster. After a year of embarrassment I was ready to cut it off. I was an oddity. Girls avoided me, although they never made fun of me. It’s difficult to make fun of a kid with a 10 inch dick. It’s like the girls knew secretly that someday I would be seen not as a freak but as a desired property, and that would describe my dilemma – I was a life support system for a big assed cock.

Of course at that age I was a raging hormone. If it wasn’t hard it was swollen at the least and it was pretty obvious, as the style of dress were tight jeans mostly, so the bulge was always present despite my trying to downplay that reality. I was a virgin because while many girls had felt it, jerked it and a few had licked it some, no one wanted it in them – no one my own age anyway. Older women were different however. Finally one summer afternoon after I turned 15 my virginity was history.

I was staying with my uncle and cousins for about a month. My aunt Marty walked around the house in a two piece bathing suit all summer and it was having the obvious and I later found out – fully intended – effect. Seems Marty had spied the Monster and being the nasty slut she was, she was going to play with the big fella.

One night we were sitting up watching the Democratic National Convention on TV. Everyone else in the house was asleep and Marty and I were alone in the living room. She sat in a chair, I on the floor across from her. She was wearing a shorty, babydoll nightie, a rather plain beige as I recall. Somehow the conversation was steered toward sex. Marty was mentioning this and that – cunnilingus most notably and how my uncle didn’t do that. She asked if I knew what it was.

I did indeed know what it was, but instead of her leading me directly to the furry taco she told me to open the little draw on the side table beside the couch. Inside was the book “Everything You Ever Wanted To Know About Sex But Were Afraid Ask.” I remember around then this book was shocking and all the rage. Marty had me turn to a specific page – she’d memorized and in fact dog eared the page – I should have known at the time the implications of that. Marty had planned this all along I would later learn.

She had me read the definition of cunnilingus and when I’d finished she asked if I had ever done “that?” I had and answered yes, all my girlfriends would only let me do that. She then asked if they “returned the favor,” as she put it, to which I said not really, they just played with me some. She looked sad with a fake put on expression. She asked my why and I told her I thought they were scared. She proceeded to tell me young girls are sometimes not ready for real sex and I might need to turn to older girls for sex. I replied that a few of them were not virgins but they still would not let me have sex with them. Marty pretended to not know why.

It was at this point that Marty made sure her meaning was clear. She sat with her left leg folded under her in the chair, but her right foot was sitting in the chair, her right knee in the air. I could see her golden triangle and as that was her goal, I enjoyed the view, but I was still scared to let her see me looking. I was sitting on the floor, facing her a mere 3 feet from her as she sat in the chair with one leg cocked up in the air. She caught me looking at her patch and asked me if I liked the view. I nodded yes silently. She smiled and said that was a good thing. She asked me directly if I ever wanted to be “with a real woman instead of these scared little girls?” Of course I was interested, and just again nodded my agreement.

Suddenly she said “Well, it’s getting late. We’d better get to sleep.” She then looked me in the eyes and leaned forward. “Ya know Andy, we can’t discuss this with anyone, even your cousin Robby,” her son. I replied I knew better then to ever blab my mouth to anyone. She smiled, patted my cheek gently and kissed me on the forehead. “Get off to bed now. We’ll ‘talk’ more tomorrow.”

I slept fitfully at best and was up in the early dawn as my uncle was showering for work. It would be a hot Summer day and the heat of the morning woke me with fits, but excited ones. I laid in the bottom bunk in Robby’s room until after I heard my uncle leave for work. I watched as he drove his truck out of the driveway and waited a minute or two and got out of bed. As I slowly opened the door I was shocked to see Marty standing outside the door.

“Morning sleepy head” she smiled. She claimed she was just walking through the hall, but as her room was on the other end of the house, as was the laundry room and her master bath, I knew the deal in my mind. I was going to lose my virginity today – and she was as eager to take it as I was to give it up. She spent the morning teasing me with little looks at her full breasts as she wore an old white button down shirt that was tied at her mid drift. The shirt was unbuttoned all the way to the knot that tied it, so there was all the cleavage I could stand as well as clearly seeing her nipples as they hardened and stood erect under the thin layer of white cotton.

We didn’t discuss the night before, but she’d made mention of how Robby had a double header ball game this afternoon, and she thought it too hot to sit in the Sun and watch, so she had asked another Mom to pick him up and take him to the game. How clever of her to strategically arrange a nice 3 or 4 hour period in the early afternoon to be “out of that hot Sun.” as she intimated. After about an hour of flaunting and taunting me with her tits and ample ass, I was walking around with a permanent semi. She once looked right at it and asked “having a “hard” time Andy?” I was embarrassed, still not sure what the fuck was going on, but by now I hardly cared.

Robby could be heard rustling around as he got up and Marty looked at me and whispered “Ah . . . I better go change . . . be right back.” She left the living room and disappeared into her master on the other side of the kitchen just as cousin Robby emerged, rubbing his eyes and his usual chipper morning self. Marty came back out of her room in her usual attire for a hot Summer day – a two piece bathing suit.

The morning drug on until finally Mrs. Adams pulled up about 12:30 with her two boys to pick up Robby and take him to the games. Debbie Adams was a real piece. Medium height, thin and lithesome, but nice tits on a thin woman. She wasn’t skinny or even lean, but she had wide hips, full breasts, an awesome ass and a smile that would kill ya. I had jerked off nearly every night thinking about Debbie Adams. She hung out for a few as Robby finished gathering up his stuff and I noticed aunt Marty and Debbie talking quietly, occasionally looking at me and giggling like 15 year old girls. I didn’t really pay all that much attention at the time but later it would be clear as to why.

Finally Robby had his shit together and Debbie got up to leave. As she walked out she smiled and said, “Okay, I’ll do the Mom thing today and next time it’s your turn Marty.” Then she looked at me and poked me in the chest as she passed ‘Behave yourself Andy!” she admonished as she turned back to Marty, laughed a bit and walked out.

As the door closed Marty moved to the business at hand. “I’m gonna go lay out on the deck Andy. Wanna join me and get some Sun before it gets way too hot?” “Naw aunt Marty. Do you mind if I just sit here and watch TV for a few minutes? It’s really hot!” “Suit yourself young man,” she smiled and walked out onto the deck. Of course the blinds were open and I could clearly see her laying on the chaise not more than 15 feet from me.

I sat and rubbed my growing cock. Finally I dispensed with the silly confusion and opened my jeans shorts and let my cock free. I rubbed it and slapped it against my leg. Marty turned over on her stomach and as I started to get scared again, she looked at me and could easily see me and the Monster in my hand. She got up, grabbed her towel and walked in. I was dumbstruck with fear and anticipation.

“Looks like you have your hands full Andy. Can aunt Marty help ya with that?” “I was hoping you would want to,” I replied and she was on her knees in two seconds. “”Jesus fucking Christ” she exclaimed as she ran her fingertip first up and then down the underside of the Monster. I shuddered with goose bumps. “No wonder girls are afraid of you, or it!” I was getting dizzy with lust and I leered at her “Are you scared?” She rather nonchalantly replied “a little, but I can handle it.” Then with a very sincere look she said “Ya know Andy, this is wrong and if anyone ever found out I would go to jail and worse.”

“I know Marty .