I Got Mine; Buddy Not So Much

In the summer of me being 18-19, I got a good (at least in terms of pay) job in Fort McMurray, Alberta. When I returned to Vancouver, I spent a lot of time renewing friendships, going out to old haunts, and the like. Plus trying to get pussy in any way, shape, or form. Five years after my first wet ejaculation, I was still a horny, unrepentant cum machine. Mostly from my own skilled hands to be sure, but I’ve always had the philosophy that shooting cum is a good thing, period, full stop, end of sentence. I found it easy to “placate” myself with the thought that after thousands of jackoffs, I could make myself cum better than anybody else.

One Saturday afternoon, I got a call from a buddy, Bob. We hadn’t got together since my return from Fort Mac and he told me that he’d run into Alison (a girl we both knew from high school) that day at the liquor store. She had said that Bob and me could come over to her rented house that night and party with her and her roommate, Kathy. I’d fucked Alison several times by this point and frankly found her more than a little skanky. After our first screw, I’d made a point of always using rubbers with her and cunnilingus was out of the question.

I’d met Kathy briefly a couple of times - her brother Richard was the same age as me and he’d sometimes bring her to get-togethers. She’d always been super-quiet and seemingly uninterested in the usual teenage shenanigans. She usually became background noise at those things and often just disappeared when she’d had enough. People (myself included) judged her as boring but, when you get right down to it, judgmental people are a bunch of assholes.

Bob picked me up at my place and off we went to Alison’s. We smoked a few joints and had some beers and Bob tried putting the moves on Alison. She really didn’t seem all that interested and in fact looked at me suggestively a few times, but Bob and me had agreed earlier that Alison would be “his” this night (teenage males were often pretty shallow in those days - maybe they still are!). Finally, Alison muttered something to Bob and they went upstairs hand-in-hand.

I tried to politely talk to Kathy, but she wasn’t having it. No, she didn’t want to walk over to the neighborhood pub; no, she didn’t want to go for a walk at the nearby park (late summer, and it would be light out quite late); no, she didn’t want to phone up some other friends and see if they wanted to do anything. I was assuming Bob would be occupied with Alison for awhile so I was stranded for now unless I wanted to walk - which I didn’t.

I went out on the front porch with a spliff and a beer and sat down on a wicker love seat. When I fired up the doobie, Kathy came out and after we finished it, she sat down beside me, pointedly moving as far over as possible. I reflected on things, particularly the nice body Kathy now had. She was wearing shorts that displayed her lovely long legs well and a loose t-shirt under which it was clear she was no longer wearing a bra. She crossed her legs and (consciously or not) swung one back and forth.

Her hot legs were getting to me and her titties were jiggling a bit from the motion of her legs. I was soon hard as a rock and my good-sized boner was obvious under my shorts. I rubbed my cock a bit, pretending to adjust it. I was quite excited that Kathy was watching me with a totally neutral expression on her face. I decided to see if I could get anything off her and reached over for her. She quickly moved away and, just as I resigned myself to maybe walking over to the park and jacking off all over the flora, she took off her glasses and slid over towards me.

I shucked my shorts and underwear, my erection perpendicular to my belly. Kathy pulled off her t-shirt and I reached for the shorts covering her goods. She stood up and lost the shorts but told me her panties would be staying on and sat again, right beside me. Man, she was looking good: perfect 18-year-old breasts with long, hard, dark nipples, and a dense bush quite visible under her sexy panties. We started passionately necking, concealed somewhat from the street by a large shrub.

Kathy’s boobs were c-cup size, oh-so-smooth and firm. I dove down and sucked on her nipples as she caressed the back of my head with one hand, breathing heavily as she did so. I pigged out on those titties for five minutes or so and slid my right hand down to her panties. Was Jeep going to get lucky?

She spread her thighs enough to grant some access and I cupped her cuntbush over her panties and squeezed a bit. She reached over with her left hand and gently took my cock in a full-fist grip. She wasn’t stroking me yet, but I could tell I would cum soon and hose down everything in the vicinity once she started. I pulled my hand up and slid it under the waistband of her panties. I started rubbing her hairy labia and was rewarded by the feel of a sopping wet snatch. I could swear I could make out Kathy’s aroused aroma and went for her hard little clit.

I stroked her pleasure nub firmly and, gasping with the sensations of orgasm, she came hard, almost crushing my hand between her athletic thighs as she humped out her release. Kathy shifted a bit on the wicker and I hopefully asked her to suck my cock. She said, “I don’t do that,” and sort of rested her head against my shoulder, looking fixedly at my throbbing meat. She pumped me in her fist for a few seconds and my cock was soon coated in slick pre-cum. Then I came, moaning with pleasure, as my cum-pump blasted out rope after rope of thick, hot cum. Kathy jacked me through to the end, giving me an exquisite ball-draining. She dashed in the door to their kitchen and returned with a dish rag. She finished wiping my massive cumspurts off her breasts and belly as well as the bit that had drooled down to the top of her panties, and tossed the rag to me to clean my cock and hands. Then she quickly dressed and went inside to watch TV. 

My cock was still rock-hard and I had a cumwipe still in my hands. Naturally enough, I feverishly whacked out another load with a couple of minutes hard work and dressed after cleaning up that cumshot. I went inside and watched the tube with Kathy, but she firmly rebuffed my efforts to mess around some more. Not long after, Bob came downstairs and said, “Let’s go.” He’d got nothing, nil, nada, from the sure-thing Alison.

Dem’s the breaks.