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Although I never think of myself as a "knight in shining armor" I looked across the bar and saw the woman I eventually dated for years visibly squirming as a large man kept touching her and didn't seem to understand the definition of no.
Two buddies took me out for drinks at a really fun downtown Montclair hotspot after I left a job that left my then-25-year-old soul crushed. All I wanted was to have a few laughs -- my buddies thought I was the coolest of their colleagues, which others seemed to share since I treated everyone kindly and always found a way to make everyone chuckle -- and a couple of Killian's Reds (wow am I dating myself here!).
I knew I could diffuse the situation with Katie quickly, but I needed to act fast.
So I walked over, put my on her elbow and said, "Hon, I was looking for you. What would you like to drink?"
From being fearful, Katie started to flash a warm smile and visibly began to relax. We exchanged names and went our separate ways -- or so I thought.
I went back to my friends and Katie sidled over with 5 (yes 5!) beers and declared that I was her new best friend. Her candidacy was off to a really strong start for that alone, although her short dirty blonde hair, piercing green eyes, and DD cups accentuated nicely by a peach-colored v-neck sweater also helped her cause.
On cue, my friends moved to the opposite side of the bar and seemed to be doing play-by-play as Katie and I talked briefly. After telling me she was 29, she leaned in and kissed me passionately. No pecking, just an open-mouthed introduction. When we finished, my friends had their mouths opened and seemed to want to applaud; it elicited the same reaction from Katie's friends.
Things happened really quickly with Katie. That night, we fooled around in a church parking lot and were both topless with the buttons of our pants undone, only stopping because, well, it was a church parking lot. Stupid Catholic guilt! We had dinner the following night followed by our hands wandering and us stopping because we didn't want the first time to be in a car. And on the third night, a Sunday, she wanted me to meet her parents so I knew my balls would only grow bluer.
As we left for a movie, I remarked that this may have been too good to be true. She still lived at home with her parents, but her dad kept a stack of Playboy out in the open; oddly enough, he actually gave us issues to see if it would helps us come up with new things. When I pointed out the Playboy stack, she smiled and told me he was one of those dads.
Then she turned to me as if breaking news.
"They're going to the beach Thursday morning and won't be back until Sunday. Want to have a sleepover with me?" she said giddily.
"Fuck yes!" I replied. I was so cool at 25.
"Good, we'll do a happy hour at the bar in Montclair and you'll follow me home. Don't forget to pack your jammies ... or forget to."
After the movie, we very nearly tore into each other in a parking garage. She was grinding on me while I sucked on her silver-dollar sized nipples -- or sometimes pleasantly suffocating between her twin peaks when she got into her zone -- and our hands started moving inside each others' pants.
"Can you wait?" she asked. If my cock could have played the sad trombone, it would have.
But I waited because I was falling in love with her. Three dates and I really adored this vibrant, funny woman who I had yet to devour.
"Sure I can. But can you?"
"Yes," Katie said a bit wistfully. "We will have a lot of time Thursday night and I'm off Friday."
With that, we cooled our jets. I joked that I wouldn't need hands to drive home but should stop for an ice pack. With a playful squeeze of my cock, she told me that Thursday would amazing and worth the wait.
After Happy Hour that Wednesday, we got to her place and just fell into each other. It was loving, tender, passionate ... it amazed me as it was happening and I turned off so I could just enjoy and be attuned to her.
I remember being face deep in her pussy, my tongue dancing along her clit and darting in and out of her honey hole as she cupped my head.
I remember her lips sliding over my cock, nestled between her massive mammaries, and her saliva glistening in the candle light as I told her how beautiful she was.
And I remember the feeling of when I first entered her, missionary style, experiencing the semi-orgasmic feeling of entering a pussy for the first time that felt like it was designed for my fat cock.
We switched positions multiple times, took pit stops to explore other parts of each other, and never lost our rhythm together. This was not a night for quantity. This was a night for a marathon to build upon our foundation, a night to fall asleep entwined after being totally spent.
The following morning, she reminded me that her parents were going out of town again the following week. When she started saying as much, I interrupted her and asked her what time I should be there.
What follows is a night of me at the height of my powers!
That Thursday, I went to her house on a rainy evening. I walked in and she was on top of her queen bed wearing just a pair of cream-colored panties while watching tv, the panties a nice contrast to her tan. I saw her and started stripping. Then she lured me over and undid my pants very sensually.
Foreplay with Katie was immensely pleasurable, but we were ravenous for one another. Maybe it was because I hadn't seen her in 3 days or that we were home alone, but I dove right into her pussy. I licked her hole and fingered her clit, which always made her spasm and moan loudly.
I did this for maybe a minute before my cock felt like it would come out of its skin. In one motion, I slithered up to her and plowed into her missionary-style. I had both legs on my shoulders, switched each leg to the opposite shoulder and just pinned her back. She bucked and came 3-4 times in about 10 minutes, setting the stage for me to deposit about a week's worth of cum -- she made me pull over a couple of days after our first night together so she could stroke me in my car, my cum coating the driver's side dashboard but I otherwise abstained -- in her shaved and swollen pussy.
She kissed me warmly and deeply as I lay atop her, my penis still nestled inside of her
"I missed you so much love!" Katie said and I told her the same thing. We both smiled and suddenly I felt a jolt in my cock.
Since we were still somewhat new to each other, I told her to get up on all fours. This was 15 minutes after my first load. I have always loved to go underneath a woman the way a mechanic looks under a car. I licked her whole and sucked gently on her clit before turning rightside up and quickly inserted my cock.
"Holy fuck, you're so deep!" Katie exclaimed. Within 10-15 thrusts, she was already starting to buck and I felt a river run down my cock.
Katie wasn't perfectly tight because my width helped stretch her out. She pushed back against my cock and our rhythm was making it a race to see if I would cum before she came another time or two. This was primal! I actually got off one knee and leaned over her so I could grab her 38DD's as I got even deeper into her, making her yell out "Holy fuck! Oh my fucking God!" repeatedly.
Her breath grew quicker and her voice more husky as she urged me on and told me she wanted another one of my loads. As I tweaked her nipples and thought to myself I want her on top next time, I felt myself start to tense. The great thing about Katie is neither of us ever felt like we needed to yell out that we were about to cum; we just enjoyed each other and came freely.
This time, I came in several short bursts. My cock head felt extremely sensitive and the feeling from thrusting almost made me fall over.
"Jesus Christ are you a heavy cummer for a second time! What's your record?" Katie asked.
"You mean cumming?"
"Yes baby!"
"Well love, we just tied my record. How about you?"
"Same here."
We were still panting, still in each others arms and both had the same epiphany marked by our sly grins. I licked some of the sweat off her chest and stomach before she rolled away and offered to get us water.
It was easily the most relaxed I had ever been. I knew we had a whole night ahead of us and was amazed that I felt a way I had never felt before.
Katie returned with two glasses and put them on the nightstand. I noticed I had barely been there an hour and already we made love twice. My legs felt a bit heavy and I noticed Katie walking a bit gingerly. So I was fine with just laying there and talking for a bit.
Problem was, this was all still new to us both. And the more we touched, the more we kissed. And the more we did both, the more I experienced personal growth.
She got up again to go into her parents' room, where she knew they kept KY Jelly. Somehow that wasn't a complete boner killer. I followed her in and started seducing her. I really wanted her in her parents' bed -- I never got to fuck in the bed of a lover's parents growing up -- but she felt awkward. The best I get got was a bit of a blow job as she sat on the forbidden bed before leading me back to her room. (The naughtiest thing we did during our two-plus years together was fuck on a leather couch in the den located near a window that was only feet from where her father was talking to a neighbor in the driveway.)
Once there, we both laid on our left sides to relax. I started gently rubbing my member against her smooth and generous backside. (Katie was a size 12-14 and wore it well, though I always wanted her to show off more of her tits.) She let out a series of soft moans as I cupped her right breast and kissed her right shoulder. Then she started pushing back and I started kissing the spot on her neck that made her sound like she had mild Tourettes.
I told her, rather pointedly, that I wanted her to bury her tits in my face while she rode me. Needing no further urging, Katie turned and slipped her tongue past my lips as we started rolling around until she pinned my arms down.
Without any romance, she climbed on top of me and rubbed my cock along her clit a few times before inserting it.
"Oh yeah! That's so fucking deep! Do you know how deep you are?" Katie said rather loudly as I bumped into her cervix. She was not much for cursing and was lucky her house was a good 30 yards from the nearest neighbor.
We talked dirty a lot that third time: Me telling her I wanted to feel her cum all over my cock as my thumb rubbed her clit, her telling me wanted to fuck me like this all the time and asking what else I'd like to do with her. Before I could answer -- time 4 would have been anal, I had decided -- she smothered me with her tits. All I could do was lick the saltiness between them as she tried to grind me into a nub.
She leaned back up and our hands locked as I watched her tits bob up and down. They were not perfectly perky, but they swayed and bounced in a way that transfixed me. I lightly swatted her bottom as she broke our lock, but that seemed to egg her on more.
"Oh yeah! Spank me! It makes me want to fuck you harder"
My swats became louder smacks, leaving handprints as she bucked and let out a moan that hit all the high notes. I was trying to hold on because I knew she was loving this. I probably got her to scream for the heavens 4 times over the 30 minutes we fucked like this and I was torn between wanting to do this a lot longer or to cum and try to further extend our personal records.
Katie starting riding me where my cock was on something of a slant inside of her. It wasn't a pure up and down, but rather she was going somewhat across my cock head. I had never felt something like that and it was making me lose track of everything.
Next thing I knew I had my own mini-Tourettes: "Please don't ever stop fucking me like this! Holy fuck! Holy fuck Katie!"
She smiled as she gasped for air, continuing to work my cock unlike anything I could have ever dreamed. We were about to have blast off ...
"Oh my God baby!" I yelled, followed by a series of grunts and heavy breathing. My load was not as heavy as the first two, but still plenty enough to leak out of her and coat my crotch.
Katie collapsed on to my chest, spent and sweaty all over her tanned and curvy body. I noticed how many freckles she had -- gotta love an Irish lass! -- and realized I may need to take her from behind regularly to see more. Especially since I love strong shoulders that are full of freckles; next to big tits and a playful personality, that's my biggest aphrodisiac.
Just as Katie caught her breath and we talked lover's talk for a bit, she rolled off me enough so only her head was on my chest. Within seconds, she was perfectly still and slightly snoring. I smiled and enveloped her into my arms. I started to doze, too. Between my new job and this, I felt like I could use a nap.
We both woke up 3 hours later and just in time to order take out. We were both spent and silently realized we would find a way to further up our record.
To this day, 3 times in 1 hour, 50 minutes is still my record (although I've masturbated 4 times in little more than 90 minutes a few times). Katie is long gone, married to someone else and good for her. In the meantime, I am still looking to break my personal best.
Two buddies took me out for drinks at a really fun downtown Montclair hotspot after I left a job that left my then-25-year-old soul crushed. All I wanted was to have a few laughs -- my buddies thought I was the coolest of their colleagues, which others seemed to share since I treated everyone kindly and always found a way to make everyone chuckle -- and a couple of Killian's Reds (wow am I dating myself here!).
I knew I could diffuse the situation with Katie quickly, but I needed to act fast.
So I walked over, put my on her elbow and said, "Hon, I was looking for you. What would you like to drink?"
From being fearful, Katie started to flash a warm smile and visibly began to relax. We exchanged names and went our separate ways -- or so I thought.
I went back to my friends and Katie sidled over with 5 (yes 5!) beers and declared that I was her new best friend. Her candidacy was off to a really strong start for that alone, although her short dirty blonde hair, piercing green eyes, and DD cups accentuated nicely by a peach-colored v-neck sweater also helped her cause.
On cue, my friends moved to the opposite side of the bar and seemed to be doing play-by-play as Katie and I talked briefly. After telling me she was 29, she leaned in and kissed me passionately. No pecking, just an open-mouthed introduction. When we finished, my friends had their mouths opened and seemed to want to applaud; it elicited the same reaction from Katie's friends.
Things happened really quickly with Katie. That night, we fooled around in a church parking lot and were both topless with the buttons of our pants undone, only stopping because, well, it was a church parking lot. Stupid Catholic guilt! We had dinner the following night followed by our hands wandering and us stopping because we didn't want the first time to be in a car. And on the third night, a Sunday, she wanted me to meet her parents so I knew my balls would only grow bluer.
As we left for a movie, I remarked that this may have been too good to be true. She still lived at home with her parents, but her dad kept a stack of Playboy out in the open; oddly enough, he actually gave us issues to see if it would helps us come up with new things. When I pointed out the Playboy stack, she smiled and told me he was one of those dads.
Then she turned to me as if breaking news.
"They're going to the beach Thursday morning and won't be back until Sunday. Want to have a sleepover with me?" she said giddily.
"Fuck yes!" I replied. I was so cool at 25.
"Good, we'll do a happy hour at the bar in Montclair and you'll follow me home. Don't forget to pack your jammies ... or forget to."
After the movie, we very nearly tore into each other in a parking garage. She was grinding on me while I sucked on her silver-dollar sized nipples -- or sometimes pleasantly suffocating between her twin peaks when she got into her zone -- and our hands started moving inside each others' pants.
"Can you wait?" she asked. If my cock could have played the sad trombone, it would have.
But I waited because I was falling in love with her. Three dates and I really adored this vibrant, funny woman who I had yet to devour.
"Sure I can. But can you?"
"Yes," Katie said a bit wistfully. "We will have a lot of time Thursday night and I'm off Friday."
With that, we cooled our jets. I joked that I wouldn't need hands to drive home but should stop for an ice pack. With a playful squeeze of my cock, she told me that Thursday would amazing and worth the wait.
After Happy Hour that Wednesday, we got to her place and just fell into each other. It was loving, tender, passionate ... it amazed me as it was happening and I turned off so I could just enjoy and be attuned to her.
I remember being face deep in her pussy, my tongue dancing along her clit and darting in and out of her honey hole as she cupped my head.
I remember her lips sliding over my cock, nestled between her massive mammaries, and her saliva glistening in the candle light as I told her how beautiful she was.
And I remember the feeling of when I first entered her, missionary style, experiencing the semi-orgasmic feeling of entering a pussy for the first time that felt like it was designed for my fat cock.
We switched positions multiple times, took pit stops to explore other parts of each other, and never lost our rhythm together. This was not a night for quantity. This was a night for a marathon to build upon our foundation, a night to fall asleep entwined after being totally spent.
The following morning, she reminded me that her parents were going out of town again the following week. When she started saying as much, I interrupted her and asked her what time I should be there.
What follows is a night of me at the height of my powers!
That Thursday, I went to her house on a rainy evening. I walked in and she was on top of her queen bed wearing just a pair of cream-colored panties while watching tv, the panties a nice contrast to her tan. I saw her and started stripping. Then she lured me over and undid my pants very sensually.
Foreplay with Katie was immensely pleasurable, but we were ravenous for one another. Maybe it was because I hadn't seen her in 3 days or that we were home alone, but I dove right into her pussy. I licked her hole and fingered her clit, which always made her spasm and moan loudly.
I did this for maybe a minute before my cock felt like it would come out of its skin. In one motion, I slithered up to her and plowed into her missionary-style. I had both legs on my shoulders, switched each leg to the opposite shoulder and just pinned her back. She bucked and came 3-4 times in about 10 minutes, setting the stage for me to deposit about a week's worth of cum -- she made me pull over a couple of days after our first night together so she could stroke me in my car, my cum coating the driver's side dashboard but I otherwise abstained -- in her shaved and swollen pussy.
She kissed me warmly and deeply as I lay atop her, my penis still nestled inside of her
"I missed you so much love!" Katie said and I told her the same thing. We both smiled and suddenly I felt a jolt in my cock.
Since we were still somewhat new to each other, I told her to get up on all fours. This was 15 minutes after my first load. I have always loved to go underneath a woman the way a mechanic looks under a car. I licked her whole and sucked gently on her clit before turning rightside up and quickly inserted my cock.
"Holy fuck, you're so deep!" Katie exclaimed. Within 10-15 thrusts, she was already starting to buck and I felt a river run down my cock.
Katie wasn't perfectly tight because my width helped stretch her out. She pushed back against my cock and our rhythm was making it a race to see if I would cum before she came another time or two. This was primal! I actually got off one knee and leaned over her so I could grab her 38DD's as I got even deeper into her, making her yell out "Holy fuck! Oh my fucking God!" repeatedly.
Her breath grew quicker and her voice more husky as she urged me on and told me she wanted another one of my loads. As I tweaked her nipples and thought to myself I want her on top next time, I felt myself start to tense. The great thing about Katie is neither of us ever felt like we needed to yell out that we were about to cum; we just enjoyed each other and came freely.
This time, I came in several short bursts. My cock head felt extremely sensitive and the feeling from thrusting almost made me fall over.
"Jesus Christ are you a heavy cummer for a second time! What's your record?" Katie asked.
"You mean cumming?"
"Yes baby!"
"Well love, we just tied my record. How about you?"
"Same here."
We were still panting, still in each others arms and both had the same epiphany marked by our sly grins. I licked some of the sweat off her chest and stomach before she rolled away and offered to get us water.
It was easily the most relaxed I had ever been. I knew we had a whole night ahead of us and was amazed that I felt a way I had never felt before.
Katie returned with two glasses and put them on the nightstand. I noticed I had barely been there an hour and already we made love twice. My legs felt a bit heavy and I noticed Katie walking a bit gingerly. So I was fine with just laying there and talking for a bit.
Problem was, this was all still new to us both. And the more we touched, the more we kissed. And the more we did both, the more I experienced personal growth.
She got up again to go into her parents' room, where she knew they kept KY Jelly. Somehow that wasn't a complete boner killer. I followed her in and started seducing her. I really wanted her in her parents' bed -- I never got to fuck in the bed of a lover's parents growing up -- but she felt awkward. The best I get got was a bit of a blow job as she sat on the forbidden bed before leading me back to her room. (The naughtiest thing we did during our two-plus years together was fuck on a leather couch in the den located near a window that was only feet from where her father was talking to a neighbor in the driveway.)
Once there, we both laid on our left sides to relax. I started gently rubbing my member against her smooth and generous backside. (Katie was a size 12-14 and wore it well, though I always wanted her to show off more of her tits.) She let out a series of soft moans as I cupped her right breast and kissed her right shoulder. Then she started pushing back and I started kissing the spot on her neck that made her sound like she had mild Tourettes.
I told her, rather pointedly, that I wanted her to bury her tits in my face while she rode me. Needing no further urging, Katie turned and slipped her tongue past my lips as we started rolling around until she pinned my arms down.
Without any romance, she climbed on top of me and rubbed my cock along her clit a few times before inserting it.
"Oh yeah! That's so fucking deep! Do you know how deep you are?" Katie said rather loudly as I bumped into her cervix. She was not much for cursing and was lucky her house was a good 30 yards from the nearest neighbor.
We talked dirty a lot that third time: Me telling her I wanted to feel her cum all over my cock as my thumb rubbed her clit, her telling me wanted to fuck me like this all the time and asking what else I'd like to do with her. Before I could answer -- time 4 would have been anal, I had decided -- she smothered me with her tits. All I could do was lick the saltiness between them as she tried to grind me into a nub.
She leaned back up and our hands locked as I watched her tits bob up and down. They were not perfectly perky, but they swayed and bounced in a way that transfixed me. I lightly swatted her bottom as she broke our lock, but that seemed to egg her on more.
"Oh yeah! Spank me! It makes me want to fuck you harder"
My swats became louder smacks, leaving handprints as she bucked and let out a moan that hit all the high notes. I was trying to hold on because I knew she was loving this. I probably got her to scream for the heavens 4 times over the 30 minutes we fucked like this and I was torn between wanting to do this a lot longer or to cum and try to further extend our personal records.
Katie starting riding me where my cock was on something of a slant inside of her. It wasn't a pure up and down, but rather she was going somewhat across my cock head. I had never felt something like that and it was making me lose track of everything.
Next thing I knew I had my own mini-Tourettes: "Please don't ever stop fucking me like this! Holy fuck! Holy fuck Katie!"
She smiled as she gasped for air, continuing to work my cock unlike anything I could have ever dreamed. We were about to have blast off ...
"Oh my God baby!" I yelled, followed by a series of grunts and heavy breathing. My load was not as heavy as the first two, but still plenty enough to leak out of her and coat my crotch.
Katie collapsed on to my chest, spent and sweaty all over her tanned and curvy body. I noticed how many freckles she had -- gotta love an Irish lass! -- and realized I may need to take her from behind regularly to see more. Especially since I love strong shoulders that are full of freckles; next to big tits and a playful personality, that's my biggest aphrodisiac.
Just as Katie caught her breath and we talked lover's talk for a bit, she rolled off me enough so only her head was on my chest. Within seconds, she was perfectly still and slightly snoring. I smiled and enveloped her into my arms. I started to doze, too. Between my new job and this, I felt like I could use a nap.
We both woke up 3 hours later and just in time to order take out. We were both spent and silently realized we would find a way to further up our record.
To this day, 3 times in 1 hour, 50 minutes is still my record (although I've masturbated 4 times in little more than 90 minutes a few times). Katie is long gone, married to someone else and good for her. In the meantime, I am still looking to break my personal best.
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