I am often asked how I ended up becoming a phone sex operator. Does my boyfriend know I do that? What type of calls do I get? I'll try to answer all those questions. I have never written a true story about my life before so here goes.
You all know me as Elaine. That's the real me. My life has been quite ordinary. I am the youngest of 3 kids. My mother was overloaded due to the early death of her mom. Besides taking care of my siblings and I, she took care of her brothers and dad. I was often told to play outside so she could take clean the house. Nothing shocking but left me wanting attention. I craved it.
I had friends growing up but usually only one close one at a time. My favorite memories are of me playing outside with the boys. No, not sex games. I was shy like a mouse but somehow with my male friends I wasn't. I always preferred playing with the boys. I didn't have a Barbie or play those girlie games. Instead, the guys and I played super heroes. They were superman and I was supergirl. I adapted. lol
My first love was a boy named Danny. Too bad it was one-sided. With him, I was reserved. He was in a car accident and had to wear a cast for awhile. I was too timid to look down at his exposed body parts when I visited him at home. He definitely wasn't covered up much by the bandage. Now I sure would have looked but at that time I didn't.
I must have been 8 years old but I was hooked on him. Many times I asked his brother Joey, to ask Danny to join us when we played. Danny was cute but he used to ask me how I did in exams, when we were in the same class. I should have lied. My marks were better than his and he would sigh when I told him my grade and leave. I wished he didn't ask how I did but he kept doing that. Oh well.
Danny went to the prom with someone else. I was crushed. A friend of mine asked him why he didn't go with me. Know what his answer was? My tits weren't big enough. He picked a woman with the biggest tits in class. She was the oldest and had the most developed breasts of all of us girls. He should have waited. My breasts are 40DD. Good things come to those that wait, Danny. lol
I got asked out a few times by guys but I was never the type to go out just for the sake of it. That might have been a mistake. It just wasn't worth the stress of going out with a guy that didn't interest me.
I worked at summer jobs to make money for school. In Montreal after high school, I went to Cegep. That's the college equivalent there. It was in the summer of 1976 that I went for an interview for the Montreal Summer Olympics. My friends all applied but I ended up with the best job of all of us. The interviewer loved my red hair and I was hired.
My job was working with the Press. They stayed at the Universite de Montreal residences, to write stories for their newspapers about the Olympics. That was where I was situated for my work for the Olympics. I was a Facsimile Operator (early fax machine) and Acceptance Clerk. I had a cute skirt and nice sweater that showed off my now ample breasts. It was there that I met my first boyfriend.
John was my supervisor. He worked for the military reserve while attending University to become an engineer. COJO (Olympic committee) brought in the military to help out. At the end of his first week, he asked me to stay after work. I thought, what did I do wrong? Everyone left and there I was, alone with my boss. He told me to come over to his desk and I did. He asked me if I'd like to go out with him. I was taken aback but I felt something just standing next to him. My body tingled. I wasn't sure what it meant but I sure liked the feeling. I quickly said yes and we ended up going to a restaurant.
John was still in his uniform and it's true, there's nothing like a man in uniform. That is, except a man taking it off. No it didn't happen that first night. It was my first date ever and I was 17 and he was 24. He took my hand and held it at dinner. We went to a movie later and as he said many times afterwards, I probably only said 2 words all night. I made up for it in later dates. lol After the movie, we went to a coffee shop. He rubbed one of his fingers all over my palm and I was so horny I couldn't believe it. He stirred up feelings in me that I had no idea I had. When he kissed me good night, I knew I was in love.
I was always the "good girl" who did the right thing. I got good grades, listened to teachers and my parents. Meeting John changed that. No, I didn't become a party girl or take drugs or anything like that. I did however show up late once or twice to work. John and I used to go up in the mountains and pet. It was right in back of the university and he used to touch my breasts and we'd kiss. I only touched the top of his pants, feeling his aroused cock. I was a virgin.
One time my blouse was off and he was touching my tits. We heard someone coming and he threw my shirt at me and told me to put it on quickly. That sure ruined the mood. The fact we almost got caught made it all the more thrilling on subsequent outings. We fondled each other in parks, on grass near my house and anywhere else we could find. That summer was the best and worst in my life. It would have been fantastic had it not been for 2 things, my parents and his job.
My parents liked my boyfriend but had personal reasons that made it impossible for them to accept him being anything more than friends. His job almost had him imprisoned for putting his arms around me. Seems military personnel aren't allowed to be cozy with civilians. The "us against the world" made me want him more. When he went back to his life in Ottawa after the Olympics, I went with him. First I stayed at the YMCA. He would sneak in at night. Later, I came to stay with him and his parents.
Towards the end of the summer, I was about to leave to go back to Montreal and school. He had always told me that he wanted to make love to me. He said that making love is beautiful and I wanted it. Before I left to go home, I wanted to have sex with him and told him so. His face lit up. I was in his brother's bedroom. His brother was put to another room to sleep. Located next door to his parent's, I lost my virginity.
We stood beside the bed and John kissed me tenderly. Slowly he removed my clothes including my bra and panties and dropped them to the floor. He started licking my pink nipples, which were easily aroused by seeing him look at me. They were erect and hard and ready for the love bite that followed.
I touched his shoulders and moved my hands over his jeans, feeling the stirring within. He quickly unzipped and removed his pants and underwear and took off his shirt, adding to the heap on the carpet. John, the man I loved with all my heart, stood in front of me. I looked at his disrobed body and stared at his cock. I had never seen anyone's dick before but something about it made me excited. My pussy pulsated for the first time. He held me tight for a moment, sensing my passion mixed with fear of the unknown.
Before I knew it, our naked bodies lay down on the bed but not the way I expected. He inched his cock over to my mouth and his face was by my now moist pussy. Suddenly he said to me "Suck my cock". I was terrified actually. I had no idea how to do it. This was the first time I had seen a prick, let alone put one in my mouth. I stared at it and somehow managed to figure out what to do. I was awkward doing it but he seemed to enjoy it. I slowly moved my tongue along the shaft and moistened his cockhead. It looked so big and as I licked, his dick got harder. That only added to the wetness in my cunt.
"Take it in your mouth," he said. I did as instructed, not sure how much to open my mouth at first. The thick tip of his manhood went gently into my warm passageway, followed by his shaft. Inch by inch I took in as much as I could, until I gagged. I couldn't deep throat him then but I could have now. He was making noises that I could tell meant I was pleasuring him. I wanted to make him feel good. It made me happy to know I was succeeding.
When his tongue started licking my cunt, I started softly moaning. He explored my pussy lips, opening up my folds and making me squirm. I kept sucking his cock, my mouth moving up and down his throbbing instrument. It got harder to take care of his rod as his licking of my slit became more intense. Multi-tasking was not my strong suit then so at times I stopped. When his tongue was deep in my hole, my pussy was soaked. I was pretty quiet despite the immense delight. I was not a screamer then. Not to mention, his parents were sleeping next door. I hoped they couldn't hear us. I will never know if they did.
After he had licked me to his heart's content and mine, he got on top of me and spread my legs and entered my starving love canal. He penetrated me slowly and outside of one quick jab of pain, his thrusts in and out of my pussy made me hotter and hotter. By the time we were done, the sheets had a touch of blood as a souvenir of what I no longer was. I had become a woman.
To be continued:
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