One Friday afternoon at work I got a kind of frantic call from Colleen, the office softball teammate from my story “Extra Innings Masturbation 1.” This was maybe six months or so after that mutual masturbation session. Colleen had agreed to go out for drinks and a snack with another guy from the office who was about to be transferred to another branch. On reflection, she was afraid he might want a fuck later and she wasn’t interested, so asked me if I’d come along to hopefully put a damper on the situation . I was reluctant to get involved in the whole scene, but she pretty much begged me. I thought the guy was an asshole, so I eventually agreed to her request.
The three of us went out to a brew pub and actually had a not bad time. Finally Colleen told the guy she had to leave as she had to give me a ride home and had an early start the next day. Transfer Buddy didn’t get any pussy from her, but it turned out I did!
We pulled up in front of my apartment building on Lonsdale Avenue in North Vancouver and Colleen thanked me and leaned over for a thank-you kiss. The next thing we knew, we were hot at it - tongue-fucking each other’s mouths and our hands roaming all over our bodies. Lonsdale was a major thoroughfare, so there were lots of people around and the area was well-lit. We broke off our necking and I invited her into my apartment, thinking this would give her an easy out if she was feeling strange about the way things had gone. I was kind of surprised when she said OK, so we then went in thinking we might smoke a spliff with my roomie.
We entered the apartment and there was a note from the roomie saying he and his girlfriend had gone to the pub and I should join them if I wanted. Colleen and I sat down on the living room couch and before long, our passionate necking session resumed. She let me undo her bra under her long dress and I enjoyed a nice feel of her sweet small titties. I was achingly hard and asked her if I could eat her pussy. She reached under the dress, pulled off her panties, and leaned back with her thighs spread. I knelt down in front of her and ate her out good and she soon came, grunting in pleasure as she ground her very hairy cunt against my mouth.
I got back on the couch and she knelt in front of me. I was sure she was going to suck me off, but she said, “I want to give you a hand job - I love your big cumshot.” I love a good handy as much as the next guy, but I must confess I was disappointed. Then Colleen wrapped her hand around my horny cock and began an exquisitely slow, gentle stroke. Her ministrations soon left me slick with pre-cum and she edged me for a bit, alternating her sweet jacking with the occasional lick of my drawn-up balls. Finally, Colleen went to finish me off.
She sped up her stroke and tightened her grip on my meat, her face inches from my cock. I closed my eyes for the orgasm - kind of weird for me as I love watching my cum spurt out - and was overwhelmed by a throbbing cumshot that originated in the depths of my asshole. I spurted several massive ropes over the suit dress shirt I was wearing and heard Colleen giggle. The shirt was covered with thick, white cum and she said,”Man, that first spurt just missed your face.” I turned to look at the wall behind the couch and sure enough there was a big splatter of semen there. Colleen wiped it up with her panties, put them in her purse, and left after thanking me and giving me a little peck on the lips.
Every time I wore that shirt to work, Colleen would smile and I could usually expect a voicemail congratulating me on getting the cum stains out.
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