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I recalled a story that I'm sure is not so uncommon. It falls under the variety of 'having sex when you weren't planning on going all the way.' I went on a blind date when I was in my early 20's. The woman, Sara, and I instantly hit it off. Our mutual friend knew that I liked curvy girls (which Sara blessedly was) and that Sara liked skinny guys as long as (or especially if) they had big cocks. Our mutual friend was a platonic friend of mine, Kelly, but she knew I fit the bill in terms of thinness but with a big cock when I (purposely) lost in a college strip poker game. Best two pair I ever folded!
Kelly told me that I would probably get lucky, that Sara liked to party, but not to expect to get laid on the first date. I had no problem with that and said, "I'll only eat her out and if she gives me a hand job I'll consider myself lucky."
The date went very well and Sara invited me into her place. We start making out and I start rubbing her hot pussy which as it happens is also hairy. So now I have both a curvy and hairy girl. I'm in heaven. Pretty soon we're both naked. I'm eating Sara's pussy just as I kidded about with Kelly. It's fragrant, but by no means smelly, and just covered in mousy brown hair. My sense is that Sara had two orgasms from my going down on her within the first 15 minutes. I'm on my back with her leg spread over my torso still lapping at her gorgeous hairy pussy and sure enough, Sara starts giving me a hand job. And a pretty awesome hand job at that. She was really pumping away on my shaft while fondling my glans to boot. So I'm thinking, 'Well, this is exactly what I jokingly predicted. I'm eating her out and she's giving me a hand job. This is a great first date. At this point she's had two orgasms from my cunnilingus; I guess I should let this hand job take me to orgasm and show her my cumshot.'
I start to let myself really get into the rhythm of her hand job and I start to moan a little.
"You're getting close, aren't you," Sara asks.
"Yepp, it feels great. I think I am about ready to cum," I respond.
All of a sudden Sara slows down, and meekly says, "I know I shouldn't be doing this, but I really want you inside of me."
Now at this time I was attempting to use condoms, but based on Kelly's admonition, I didn't bring any, expecting not to need them. I told Sara that I didn't have any condoms, and she said, "I rarely do this sort of thing, and I don't have any condoms either, but I'd still like to try if you're up for it."
"Are you kidding? I'd love to do it with you. I wanted to when I first saw you in clothes when I picked you up ... and now that I've seen this [sticking a finger in her pussy]"
She giggled and said, "Okay we're decided ... one more thing, how good are you at pulling out?"
"I've never been asked that question, but as a matter of fact, I'm very good at it," I replied truthfully.
"Good because in case you haven't figured it out, I'm Catholic and I'm not on the pill."
So in a combination of wishful thinking that she was truthful in saying she rarely does this sort of thing (so as to avoid an STD) and my confidence in my ability to pull out (so as to avoid pregnancy), I went in barebone. My dick slid right in and plumbed balls deep into her lovely tunnel, which made me wonder how "rarely she did this sort of thing," but there was no turning back. She let out a low, guttural noise when I first penetrated her and said, "Oh yeah, I knew it would feel like this." I told her that the feeling was mutual. So much so that I had to just lie still for a little while with no thrusting. I remember our pubic hair was bound together like the Velcro it is supposed to be and it was so sensuously warm where our genitals met. Finally I felt my semen go back down and I was able to fuck Sara in earnest. Missionary was awesome as was doggie style. In fact, doggie style almost made me cum seeing her round yet firm ass rock back and forth while I grabbed her comparitively narrow waist. However, since she made it a point to ask about my ability to pull out I wanted her to see my cumshot and I didn't want there to be any doubt in her mind that the first spurt didn't go inside of her, a proposition that doggy-stlye would not afford.
So we switch into spoon. I pumped away for about two minutes when I felt myself pass the point of no return. "Mmmmmmmmmm that's it, I have to pull out," I uttered. I withdrew, rested my glans against the top of her pubic triangle, and enjoyed a long, intense orgasm. I was motionless luxuriating in it for at least 6 seconds when my cock started twitching and heaving out semen on her bush and abdomen.
"Wow, you really do know how to pull out! You were outside for what seemed like forever before you let your sperm out! How were you able to control it?"
I was impressed with Sara's curiosity so I explained that I wanted to be extra careful since she was not on the pill and I wasn't using a condom so I pulled out the moment I felt the very beginning of my orgasm. I complimented her by saying that the sex was so good, it gave me a slow burn orgasm for the whole time I was outside of her. So I didn't control anything but the timing of when I pulled out. The duration of orgasm and when I ejaculated was all her!
Kelly told me that I would probably get lucky, that Sara liked to party, but not to expect to get laid on the first date. I had no problem with that and said, "I'll only eat her out and if she gives me a hand job I'll consider myself lucky."
The date went very well and Sara invited me into her place. We start making out and I start rubbing her hot pussy which as it happens is also hairy. So now I have both a curvy and hairy girl. I'm in heaven. Pretty soon we're both naked. I'm eating Sara's pussy just as I kidded about with Kelly. It's fragrant, but by no means smelly, and just covered in mousy brown hair. My sense is that Sara had two orgasms from my going down on her within the first 15 minutes. I'm on my back with her leg spread over my torso still lapping at her gorgeous hairy pussy and sure enough, Sara starts giving me a hand job. And a pretty awesome hand job at that. She was really pumping away on my shaft while fondling my glans to boot. So I'm thinking, 'Well, this is exactly what I jokingly predicted. I'm eating her out and she's giving me a hand job. This is a great first date. At this point she's had two orgasms from my cunnilingus; I guess I should let this hand job take me to orgasm and show her my cumshot.'
I start to let myself really get into the rhythm of her hand job and I start to moan a little.
"You're getting close, aren't you," Sara asks.
"Yepp, it feels great. I think I am about ready to cum," I respond.
All of a sudden Sara slows down, and meekly says, "I know I shouldn't be doing this, but I really want you inside of me."
Now at this time I was attempting to use condoms, but based on Kelly's admonition, I didn't bring any, expecting not to need them. I told Sara that I didn't have any condoms, and she said, "I rarely do this sort of thing, and I don't have any condoms either, but I'd still like to try if you're up for it."
"Are you kidding? I'd love to do it with you. I wanted to when I first saw you in clothes when I picked you up ... and now that I've seen this [sticking a finger in her pussy]"
She giggled and said, "Okay we're decided ... one more thing, how good are you at pulling out?"
"I've never been asked that question, but as a matter of fact, I'm very good at it," I replied truthfully.
"Good because in case you haven't figured it out, I'm Catholic and I'm not on the pill."
So in a combination of wishful thinking that she was truthful in saying she rarely does this sort of thing (so as to avoid an STD) and my confidence in my ability to pull out (so as to avoid pregnancy), I went in barebone. My dick slid right in and plumbed balls deep into her lovely tunnel, which made me wonder how "rarely she did this sort of thing," but there was no turning back. She let out a low, guttural noise when I first penetrated her and said, "Oh yeah, I knew it would feel like this." I told her that the feeling was mutual. So much so that I had to just lie still for a little while with no thrusting. I remember our pubic hair was bound together like the Velcro it is supposed to be and it was so sensuously warm where our genitals met. Finally I felt my semen go back down and I was able to fuck Sara in earnest. Missionary was awesome as was doggie style. In fact, doggie style almost made me cum seeing her round yet firm ass rock back and forth while I grabbed her comparitively narrow waist. However, since she made it a point to ask about my ability to pull out I wanted her to see my cumshot and I didn't want there to be any doubt in her mind that the first spurt didn't go inside of her, a proposition that doggy-stlye would not afford.
So we switch into spoon. I pumped away for about two minutes when I felt myself pass the point of no return. "Mmmmmmmmmm that's it, I have to pull out," I uttered. I withdrew, rested my glans against the top of her pubic triangle, and enjoyed a long, intense orgasm. I was motionless luxuriating in it for at least 6 seconds when my cock started twitching and heaving out semen on her bush and abdomen.
"Wow, you really do know how to pull out! You were outside for what seemed like forever before you let your sperm out! How were you able to control it?"
I was impressed with Sara's curiosity so I explained that I wanted to be extra careful since she was not on the pill and I wasn't using a condom so I pulled out the moment I felt the very beginning of my orgasm. I complimented her by saying that the sex was so good, it gave me a slow burn orgasm for the whole time I was outside of her. So I didn't control anything but the timing of when I pulled out. The duration of orgasm and when I ejaculated was all her!