[frodobaggins19]

I’ve written a few times how my wife was known as the “head” cheerleader when she was in high school. A couple of guys referred to her as that when we started dating. One said, “So you’re going out with the head cheerleader. How’s that working out for you?”
It was working out great. She had just graduated from college. She was 22-years old and was a baton twirler with her university marching band and looked amazingly like Denise Austin.
I asked her why she never told me she was the head cheerleader, and she said. “I wasn’t that’s just a nickname the boys gave me.”
You got it, she was a world class cocksucker. The best I’ve ever had and the dozen or so guys I know personally that she sucked off tell me the same thing.
She’s very open about her sexual history, something that turns me on every time she decides to tell me a new story.
She had sex with a lot of guys, but didn’t consider the 75 or so she sucked in that count. In her mind, sex only meant penetration.
One night after we’d dated a week or so and she’d swallowed me without batting an eye I asked her how cum tastes. She said most of it tastes the same, thick and salty.
I asked her if every guy shoots the same amount. She was honest and said no, some dribble a little and some shoot so much I couldn’t swallow it all and it ran down my cheeks. No other girl or woman ever told me that.
She continued by comparing cum loads with cock size. She said a bigger cock doesn’t mean more cum, sometimes the big boys barely shot any while the shorter 4 to 5” cocks were like fountains.
Yes, I was turned on.
She started to tell me about one guy who was different than the rest. He was tall, she thought 6-6 or 6-7 and really skinny, less than 160 pounds. He was a trombone player in the marching band and a vegetarian.
The band played at the University of Las Vegas one Saturday and they got to stay through Monday afternoon before returning home.
She ended up hanging out with this tall trombone player.
She never really hung out with a guy unless he was pounding her or she was sucking his cock. Sure enough she ended up in his room.
When he dropped his pants she was amazed, he was easily eight inches limp, but his dick was as thin as a hotdog.
She can’t deep throat a cock over 5” with normal thickness, but she thought this skinny dick might go down easier. She swallowed the whole cock. He got a lot longer, he was at least a foot hard she thought, but not much thicker. She told me to think of two hotdogs put end to end and you had Roger’s hard cock.
Poor Roger never got to fuck her, because she loved sucking him so much. The sensation of deep throating his skinny cock turned her on.
When he came, he shot tons, she thought maybe a dozen to 15 thick spurts.
She blew him five times that long weekend and he always had a huge load.
She bought a souvenir shot glass at one of the Vegas casinos. When they got back home she decided to see just how much cum this guy produced. She sucked him off again, but just before he came, she put the two-ounce shot glass under the head of his cock. He filled it then she sucked off the rest.
Yes, she drank the shot glass full of cum, just to see his reaction. His reaction was another instant hard on and she sucked him off again.
She never dated the guy, or hung around with him except to suck him off a few dozen times. She said his cum tasted sweet, a lot better than mine or the many dozens of other guys she swallowed.
He was the only guy she ever rimmed then sucked from behind. She licked a lot of ass, but most of them weren’t long enough to pull behind.
After telling me the story, she went to a cabinet and pulled out the shot glass. She’d kept it all these years without ever telling me the story behind it. She sucked me with a gleam in her eye, then guided my cum into the glass. It barely filled it a quarter.
It was just another exciting story from the head cheerleader.