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I thought I'd recount an amusing story from my first 'hook up' my freshman year of college in 1995. I met a nice and very cute red-headed girl named Erin in my dorm. Sure enough one night after smoking a good amount of marijuana out of her bong we started making out. Kissing Erin was very nice and happily our respective shirts (and her bra) came off rather quickly. I rubbed her pussy over her jeans. It was steamy and she didn't object. She got a little skittish when I tried to slide my finger down her pants. "Woah, easy tiger," was her witty old-fashioned defense. Of course I complied, and returned to simply rubbing her pussy over her pants. I had hoped that this would get her so hot that eventually Erin would let me finger her. Naturally, I wanted to feel her bare vagina.
Erin's breathing indeed quickened and her pussy remained hot and steamy. After a while she started moaning softly. Now I thought would be a good time to try again. Careful not to appear presumptuous I verbalized my desire to finger her.
"Could I slide my hand down there?" I requested.
"Uggghh, I know I shouldn't, but okay," Erin responded in a dreamy, horny sort of way.
My fingers were greeted with a nice amount of pubic hair and a wet slit. I inserted one finger inside of her and knew instantly that a second would fit perfectly beside it and be more pleasurable to her. I did this and Erin sighed and moaned some more. So now I'm 'fingerblasting' her, as we used to say. Her upper thighs are getting mighty sweaty, so I suggest taking off her jeans.
"These jeans have got to be uncomfortable on you," I smirk.
"How convenient," she quips, "Okay, but my panties are staying on!"
I had no problem with this. Her panties were your standard white cotton briefs but these had little flowers (like daisies) printed on them. Very cute underwear on a very cute girl. Meanwhile my own jeans are still on and Erin has yet to make contact with my penis. I'm fully hard and starting to feel blue balls coming on.
"Do you mind if we get some equal representation going on in here? Could I take my jeans off?" I ask.
"Sure, but don't get any ideas. We've only just met," Erin cautioned.
I really didn't have many expectations for the night - I was just glad to be hooking up so soon in college. However, I was getting hornier and hornier and my blue balls were really setting in. Keeping her underwear on I edged my head toward Erin's pubic region and attempted to slide her panties to the side. I was able to see the prettiest shade of strawberry blond bush and just the glimmer of bubble gum pink labia before Erin closed her legs and said, "Hey, that's a little too far for this Catholic girl on a first hook-up."
I said I was sorry and continued to finger her to many oooh's and ahh's.
But I still had those blue balls. I didn't know how far this would get me, but I decided I might as well try.
"Ohh Erin, I'm so turned on, I really want to cum," I practically begged.
"I feel bad, but I'm not going to have sex or give you a blowjob when we haven't even gone on a first date," she very reasonably replied.
"Well, those are two ways to cum, but there is a third ..."
"A handjob?" she queried suspiciously, "I kind of always thought those were pointless. I mean you could do a much better job yourself than I could." she responded.
I had heard this theory advanced by gals in both high school and college, but I always respectfully disagreed. Personally, I always loved getting a handjob and rarely did I find that I did a better job of it than a female.
"No way. I guarantee you'd do a much better job of it than if I just jerked off."
"I don't know," she went on unconfidently, "I don't really have that much experience, but the few times I did it to guys in the past it takes them forever to cum. It's just a lot of work to get out a few drops of sperm."
'Aha,' I think. She's been with guys who can't get into it and don't show her much of a cumshot. Their 'shortcomings' will be my gain when I show her what I know to be a monster cumshot. I just need to finally convince her ...
"It'll be different with me. I promise," I declare (knowing full well I can keep my word).
"Well [thinking it over] ... alright."
At this point Erin starts fondling my erect penis under my own briefs. Soon my underwear are at my knees. Erin is indeed a fine jerker. Fast jerking of the shaft and a very repetitive rhythm. For her stated limited experience her hand behaves quite learned! About two minutes was all I needed when I felt my orgasm arrive. Fortunately, I got this release before blue balls fully set in. Had that been the case (as any guy knows) the orgasm would have been more painful than anything else and suffered through just as a means to 'get out the poison.' But no, this was sheer bliss. And oh yes, I'm not ashamed to admit it - I moaned from this two minut handjob.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, that's it. I'm gonna' cum, Erin."
And did I ever! Aiming my cock toward my feet I launched jet after jet of thick ropes of semen down the bed. Smacking my briefs, knee caps, and all over Erin's bed spread. Even Erin had to giggle.
"Wow! I have a new found appreciation for the handjob. I didn't think I had it in me. I didn't think you had all of that in you!" she concluded.
Erin's breathing indeed quickened and her pussy remained hot and steamy. After a while she started moaning softly. Now I thought would be a good time to try again. Careful not to appear presumptuous I verbalized my desire to finger her.
"Could I slide my hand down there?" I requested.
"Uggghh, I know I shouldn't, but okay," Erin responded in a dreamy, horny sort of way.
My fingers were greeted with a nice amount of pubic hair and a wet slit. I inserted one finger inside of her and knew instantly that a second would fit perfectly beside it and be more pleasurable to her. I did this and Erin sighed and moaned some more. So now I'm 'fingerblasting' her, as we used to say. Her upper thighs are getting mighty sweaty, so I suggest taking off her jeans.
"These jeans have got to be uncomfortable on you," I smirk.
"How convenient," she quips, "Okay, but my panties are staying on!"
I had no problem with this. Her panties were your standard white cotton briefs but these had little flowers (like daisies) printed on them. Very cute underwear on a very cute girl. Meanwhile my own jeans are still on and Erin has yet to make contact with my penis. I'm fully hard and starting to feel blue balls coming on.
"Do you mind if we get some equal representation going on in here? Could I take my jeans off?" I ask.
"Sure, but don't get any ideas. We've only just met," Erin cautioned.
I really didn't have many expectations for the night - I was just glad to be hooking up so soon in college. However, I was getting hornier and hornier and my blue balls were really setting in. Keeping her underwear on I edged my head toward Erin's pubic region and attempted to slide her panties to the side. I was able to see the prettiest shade of strawberry blond bush and just the glimmer of bubble gum pink labia before Erin closed her legs and said, "Hey, that's a little too far for this Catholic girl on a first hook-up."
I said I was sorry and continued to finger her to many oooh's and ahh's.
But I still had those blue balls. I didn't know how far this would get me, but I decided I might as well try.
"Ohh Erin, I'm so turned on, I really want to cum," I practically begged.
"I feel bad, but I'm not going to have sex or give you a blowjob when we haven't even gone on a first date," she very reasonably replied.
"Well, those are two ways to cum, but there is a third ..."
"A handjob?" she queried suspiciously, "I kind of always thought those were pointless. I mean you could do a much better job yourself than I could." she responded.
I had heard this theory advanced by gals in both high school and college, but I always respectfully disagreed. Personally, I always loved getting a handjob and rarely did I find that I did a better job of it than a female.
"No way. I guarantee you'd do a much better job of it than if I just jerked off."
"I don't know," she went on unconfidently, "I don't really have that much experience, but the few times I did it to guys in the past it takes them forever to cum. It's just a lot of work to get out a few drops of sperm."
'Aha,' I think. She's been with guys who can't get into it and don't show her much of a cumshot. Their 'shortcomings' will be my gain when I show her what I know to be a monster cumshot. I just need to finally convince her ...
"It'll be different with me. I promise," I declare (knowing full well I can keep my word).
"Well [thinking it over] ... alright."
At this point Erin starts fondling my erect penis under my own briefs. Soon my underwear are at my knees. Erin is indeed a fine jerker. Fast jerking of the shaft and a very repetitive rhythm. For her stated limited experience her hand behaves quite learned! About two minutes was all I needed when I felt my orgasm arrive. Fortunately, I got this release before blue balls fully set in. Had that been the case (as any guy knows) the orgasm would have been more painful than anything else and suffered through just as a means to 'get out the poison.' But no, this was sheer bliss. And oh yes, I'm not ashamed to admit it - I moaned from this two minut handjob.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, that's it. I'm gonna' cum, Erin."
And did I ever! Aiming my cock toward my feet I launched jet after jet of thick ropes of semen down the bed. Smacking my briefs, knee caps, and all over Erin's bed spread. Even Erin had to giggle.
"Wow! I have a new found appreciation for the handjob. I didn't think I had it in me. I didn't think you had all of that in you!" she concluded.
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