This story, together with my previous one, describe a time in my life when I was sexually promiscuous, having left the confines of my religious upbringing.
I had been invited to a party by a friend. It wasn’t my usual university crowd of choice, but a party is a party! We didn’t know many people so wandered around seeking obvious singles and soon found a group of guys from a local football club. Being two obviously unattached girls it didn’t take long to gain attention. After a few drinks, one guy took my fancy and I decided to make a play. He seemed quite shy at first but he was tall, good looking and very funny which I always find attractive. He was also a very good kisser as I soon found out when smooching on the dance floor. A few dances and drinks later, we were looking for somewhere to take it up a level. All obvious places were taken by other amorous couples (including the friend I arrived with). Then we tried the garage. It was locked, but behind it was a small bathroom and toilet. Just about enough space to get intimate comfortably. He clearly had a thing for boobs as his hands were straight in my bra and playing with my nipples! Being sensitive little buttons, it certainly worked to get me even hornier. I went for his belt and fly and put a hand down his trousers. Oh my, he was a big boy! Freeing the beast from his pants gave me a better look and it was certainly impressive. But the best was yet to come!
This was what I thought was going to be one of those "quickie knee tremblers". All passion and lust but little finesse. How wrong I was! His hands went from my boobs to my pussy and he was teasing me, just touching me long enough to stoke the fire but not long enough to get me close to the edge. Meanwhile I had his cock in my hands pumping him. Five minutes later and my hands were getting tired! To be honest I had never known a boy last more than a couple of minutes so this was unexpected. By now I was getting close myself and obviously gave that away with my squirming. He took his hands off my pussy and went back to my boobs.
"Just fuck me please," I heard myself say, like a complete tart. I was bent over holding on to the the side of the bath tub and he slid his big cock in.This was by far the biggest thing I had ever had inside me and I have to say I loved the feeling of being stretched wide (and have done ever since). He started moving quite vigorously and it took me just a few thrusts to cum. I loved the feeling of my contractions around his thick cock. He slowed down but he didn't stop. His hands were on my hips pulling me back to meet his slow steady rhythm. During all this time he said virtually nothing except to encourage me to enjoy it. This was so different to any sex I'd had before with guys who usually shot their load and said thank you if I was lucky ! It wasn't long before I was coming again, just as intensely as the first time. Still he didn't stop or show any signs of cumming!
It got to the stage where I had to stop him and take a break! I sat on the edge of the bath and asked him bluntly, " Do you ever cum?" He smiled and just said, "Eventually." I tried my mouth, tasting myself on his slippery cock. After a few more minutes he started twitching and I knew I was making progress. I changed tack and went back to pumping him with my hand. Soon his movements became more animated and he asked me to speed up. He braced himself against the wall as his knees weakened. He held his breath, which I thought was a bit weird, but then, after a few more pumps,he just went, "Aaaagghhhhhhh," and exploded. His first shot went way over my head and hit the bathroom wall. The second went in my hair. Very messy!, The rest dribbled down my boobs, tasty, but it was a good job my blouse was open. I have to say that was one of the most animated and entertaining male orgasms I have witnessed. We tidied up as best we could and went back to the party No doubt stinking of sex!
The following day we met up for a drink and talked over lunch. He told me he had always found it hard to cum, even when masturbating. I assured him it was a pleasant change from most young guys I had dated! We saw each other frequently over the next few months and the sex was incredible, but he left for university in another town later that year and I never saw him again. I have never known any other guy last so long and able to give me several vaginal orgasms in one session.
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