I had taken a friend of a friend to a J. J. Cale show at the Queen Elizabeth Theatre in Vancouver in the summer of 1976. Jean, who has appeared in my story “Camping Shootoff 2,” was a friend of the girlfriend of one of my best friends, and the girlfriend decided she would try and set us up together. After the show, the friend drove us all to his apartment. Friend and girlfriend soon disappeared to his bedroom and Jean and I were treated to the, shall we say, exaggerated moaning of girlfriend as she got fucked and we finished our drinks in the living room.
Jean and I got into some hot necking on the fold-out couch and it was obvious she wanted a screw, so I unfolded the bed and turned out the lights. We stripped naked and climbed between the sheets. I soon really got into Jean’s amazing nipples, long and rock-hard, and gave them a good suck as she caressed the back of my head. I slid down her quite slim body and buried my face in her massive bush while I pulled her cunt into my mouth with an eager two-handed ass grip. Jean was loving it, humping her crotch into my face, when the unthinkable happened - I fell asleep/passed out in the middle of the cunni session, basking in Jean’s wetness and horny musk.
I woke up (Jean told me a couple of minutes later) laying on my back with Jean riding my still-hard cock. She was really going for it, humping hard against me. Her head was thrown back and her smallish titties were flopping rapidly, her nipples still hugely erect. I started pumping up into her incredibly tight, slick cunt and Jean soon came hard, dropping down a finger to rub off as our bodies thrashed. She didn’t make much noise as she came and afte she came down for a few seconds, she uncoupled from me and lay down beside me.
“You fell asleep,” she said in a slightly mocking tone. “If you want to cum, you’ll have to jerk off in front of me.” I was a bit pissed off, but I suppose my falling asleep with my face in her crotch could be construed as rude, and I have always loved masturbating in the presence of others. I grabbed my erection and slowly started stroking my meat as Jean brought herself up on her elbow to get a better look at the show. I kept up my steady beat and soon started dripping pre-cum which lubricated my throbbing shaft oh-so-sweetly. I bent forward a bit and got a nipple between my lips. After only a few seconds of that, I exploded!
Five or six big, powerfully shot cumropes splattered on Jean’s smooth belly and soaked her cunthair as incredible pleasure coursed through my genitals - I made a most righteous mess. “Man, I guess I had that coming,” chuckled Jean, before wiping up as much of my cum as she could with her panties. We had a good sleep and when we arose in the morning, Jean’s pubes were still quite matted with my dried jizz.
Jean and I had a few months of pretty intense sex before she decided to move in with some asshole she barely knew. It turned out she had some mental health issues which started manifesting themselves at this time. We remained fairly good friends and she and I enjoyed a mutual masturbation session at a Muddy Waters show (the story of which has apparently gotten hung up in the submissions queue) about four months after this.
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