Sex Conquers All (an illustrated original novel) SeXStoRY

This is a revisit of an old post of mine. I spent some time and cleaned it up a little. I tried to make the pics and videos match up to the story a little better, and I added quite a few more details that I've remembered since I posted it before. This is the story about a girl I used to work with. Her name was Sallee... -----I remember the first time Sallee and I ever talked about anything sexual. We used to sit at our own picnic table during our lunch break. Somehow we got to talking about how to get chewing gum out of your hair. Peanut butter was a suggestion we had both heard, but I told her the only time I had to get gum out of my hair I had to use scissors. Sallee asked me, "Didn't it look weird afterwards?" "Not really, since it wasn't where anyone could see it." I told her, "My ex-girlfriend liked to chew gum and one time it ended up in my hair down there." "And just what was she doing down there?" Sallee asked with a wink. "What do you think she was doing?" I asked with a smile. "Did you guys do that a lot?" She asked. "Actually, no." I told her. "She was different. She wouldn't let me finish like that. Except for one time, but that's a long story. I'd tell you but there's not enough time left in our lunch break." "I'd like to hear the details. Some other time then?" She asked. "Sure." I told her. -----A few weeks passed, and occasionally Sallee would remind me that I owed her a story, but it was a while before we had a table to ourselves for the entire lunch break. Eventually we sat together alone and she told me, "Okay, I've been waiting for your story for a while. Spill it." "Spill it. That's a good choice of words." I joked. "That's what I was going to tell you about. Spilling it." "Funny." She said, "So tell me your story." "All right." I said. "I told you how my ex-girlfriend wouldn't let me finish in her mouth, right?" "But you did once, right?" She asked. "Technically, no," I told her, "But I'll let you decide if it counted, okay?" "Okay." She said. "So one night she brought a shoe box over to my place. In this box were a couple of adult magazines. Not Playboy or Penthouse, but the kind that show scenes from adult movies. They actually showed couples having sex. So she shows them to me and told me she found them in her male sibling's closet after he moved out and asked me if I wanted to look at them with her. So we did, and she asked me about certain pictures and if I liked them or not. A lot of them showed, well... Let's just say they showed the ending. Anyway, then she asked me if I had any fantasies I wanted to share with her. I told her one time, and it wouldn't have to be that night, but one time I would like to be able to finish in her mouth. I told her she felt really good when we did that, and I hated that we had to stop and that just once it would be nice not to have to." "So did you get to do it that night?" Sallee asked. "I'm getting to it," I told her, "Be patient... So we ended up fooling around, and we both got naked and somehow, we were both on our knees facing each other when she took me into her mouth. She sucked on me for a quite a while, and when I told her I was getting close, instead of stopping, like she usually would do, she just started sucking harder and faster. I let her know I was getting really close but she kept on sucking so I figured she wanted me to finish in her mouth. I was kind of bent over her, with my head almost on her lower back and my hands holding myself from falling forward. It was a weird position, and I was kind of helpless to do anything when I started having my orgasm. I remember thinking, 'Cool, I'm actually going to get to feel what it's like to be able to finish in a girl's mouth.' and I remember getting to the point where I just couldn't hold back any longer and so I just started... you know? Spewing. But at the same time I started letting go it felt her mouth moved back away from me. I couldn't stop what had already started, so for a while I was just kind of spraying like a fire hose. Then I felt her grab me with her hands and sort of point it downwards and I felt it just keep on coming out." "So then what did she do?" Sallee asked. "Well, she actually sounded kind of upset," I told her. "She kept telling me she swallowed five times. And then she said she didn't understand it. I was confused until I turned on the bedside lamp. She was just covered with... well, you know." I told Sallee. "So what happened?" She asked. I told her, "Looking back, I think when I started to have an orgasm, a little bit must have squirted out at the beginning, but I think it took a few seconds before the main uhh... eruption happened and I think she just started swallowing right away before I actually started releasing. Then just before I started squirting, she must have thought I was already done so she pulled her mouth back... Just at the worst time for her." "Was it bad?" Sallee inquired. "For her, yeah, probably." I told her. "It looked like there were 3 or 4 squirts on her face and there was a lot of it in her hair, and then that was when she must have grabbed a hold of my shaft and pointed it down, because there was also some on her neck and boobs, too. It was running down her stomach, and she told me she was going to need a washcloth." "I couldn't imagine that." Sallee said. "Yeah, but she needed more than a washcloth. So I told her she was going to need a whole towel to clean all of it up and I went and got her one. Then she got cleaned up, and tried to dry her hair, which she was pretty upset about." "There was that much of it?" "Yeah," I replied, "I guess it had been a while. And it felt really good, too." "And she was actually mad about it?" "Yeah, she didn't like it in her hair. Or on her face, either." "But did you like doing it like that?" "I thought it was just going to end up in her mouth. But since it wasn't in her mouth at the end anyway, I kind of wish I could have watched it come out like that. Too bad it was dark. I did like being able to do something without a condom. It felt really good, and that was nice. Even if she did pull her mouth away." "But you really wanted to do it in her mouth, right?" "Yeah... That would have been nice, too." "Hmmmmm, So that was your first blow job, huh? What an experience." Sallee said. "Well, what do you think?", I asked her, "Does that even count as a blow job?" "Do you think it does?" she inquired of me. "I count it as a half." I told her. "She tried, anyway. But later, when she was getting dressed, she told me that she hoped I enjoyed doing that, and she hoped I remembered it for a long time because she was never going to do that again. And that was the last time. At least with her anyway." "So you've only had half a blow-job? She asked me. "One-and-a-half." I told her. There was one other time, in college. "That one was a full one? You got to, you know... have it come out into a girl's mouth like you were supposed to?" "Yep." I told her. "Did you like that one?" "Oh, yeah," I replied, "That was awesome." "But that's it, huh? Only 1-1/2 times in over 30 years? That's too bad," Sallee said, "Just so you know, most girls aren't like your ex-girlfriend when it comes to doing that. I don't mind giving a blowjob once in a while, and I don't think they're that bad, but then again I've never ended up with it on my face before, either." "Do you usually just swallow it?" I asked. She started blushing a little but she smiled and nodded, "Pretty much. It's salty, And warm. But it's not that big of a deal to just swallow it when the guy's done." Then she asked me, "Hey, you don't mind talking about this stuff, do you? I'm not embarrassing you by asking you about personal stuff, am I?" "Nope," I replied, "As long as you don't mind hearing about it. If you ask, I'm not going to spare you the details." "Cool." Sallee replied. "We can learn from each other." And that was the end of our lunch break. -----A while later we got a new employee named Darcy. Darcy was, to put it politely, extremely top heavy. She had very large breasts and she liked to wear lower-cut tops to show them off. Sallee didn't much care for this, and one day, when we had our lunch table to ourselves she asked me what I thought of Darcy. "She's okay, I guess." I said, "Doesn't seem all that bright to me, though." "I mean, what do you think of..." she asked while she cupped her chest, "Darcy?" "Oh, that... I don't know." "Do guys really like them big like that?" Sallee asked. "Some guys do." I told her. "Do you?" She asked me. "Sometimes, " I replied with a smile, "But honestly, to me it's not the size of them that matters, it's how they use them." "What do you mean?" Sallee asked, "That's what women say about men's... equipment, not the other way around." "No, really," I told her. "Actually my saying is 'It's not the size that matters, but how they use them. Or in my case, whether they're willing to use them.'" "I don't understand." She told me, "Explain yourself." So I explained to her, "Sometimes it's nice when a woman squeezes them together and lets a guy put his, uh, equipment as you called it, between them." "Oh, that..." Sallee replied, "I've never done that. Mine are way too little for that. But you like doing that? Does it make you, you know...?" "Have an orgasm?" I asked. "Well does it?" She asked in return. "Yes." I told her. "How many times have you done it like that?" "Six times, actually," I replied, "But never with really big ones like Darcy has. Average size ones, for the most part, but I did do it a couple of times with small ones. And don't think that yours are too small, either, because I've done it with smaller ones than yours, Sallee." "How do you know how big mine are? You've never seen them." She asked. "I have eyes. Sometimes I get an eyeful when you bend over to pick something up you know." "Okay, enough about me and my chest." She scolded, "We were talking about Darcy's chest anyway. Not mine. So, you're single... If you were dating Darcy would you, uh, do that with her?" "Probably." I told her, "If she was okay with it." "I bet you'd enjoy having an orgasm between her big boobies, wouldn't you?" She asked me, "I could see you covering them with your, you know..." "Great. Now you've got me thinking about what it would be like doing that with her. That's not an image I need in my head while at work." "So then tell me about who you did that with before." She inquired, "We have time left in our break. I'm guessing one was your ex-girlfriend, but you said you did it with someone else, too, right?" "Yes," I replied, "In college." She then asked me, "So what size was your ex-girlfriend?" "What was her bra size?" I asked. Sallee said, "Yeah. Was she big? Small? Medium?" "34-C." I told her. "Those are pretty big." She said, "So tell me about it. How did you guys do it?" "Well, the first time she kept her top on, actually." "How did that work?" She asked. "Well, we were fooling around in her bed one night. She took off my clothes, got me all excited, but then she got out of bed and told me not to move. Then she went in to the bathroom. When she came out of the bathroom she was wearing this black bra and some type of lingerie and she was carrying a bottle of lotion. I thought she was maybe going to give me a hand-job but then she squirted some lotion into her hand and spread it between her boobs. She set the lotion aside, turned the lamp off and climbed on top of me. She lifted up the bottom of her top, held herself up with one hand and used the other to squeeze her boobs together around me. "She was on top when you did that? How did that work?" "Actually it worked just fine. She did that for a while, then she slid up and asked me how it felt. I told her that it felt so good that if we kept doing that, she was going to have more in her bra cups than they were meant to hold. And do you know what she told me?" "What?" Sallee asked. "She actually told me to go ahead and fill them up. Which was weird. She usually didn't like me to do that on her." "So did you? Fill them up?" "Oh yeah," I replied. "She slid back down, squeezed them back together around me and I just kept sliding it back and forth between them until it, you know, started shooting out. And it seemed to go on a long time" "Your orgasm?" She asked. "Did it make a big mess?" "Actually, not much of one." I told her. "A lot came out, though, but I think that's why she kept her top on. So she could contain it. I definitely filled it up, though. She had me hold her hair while she pulled that top thingy off. Then she turned the light on and showed me how much was in the cups. She even had me hold it so I could feel how heavy it was. I remember her asking me why there was never that much inside the condoms when she took them off. I just told her I couldn't feel as much when I was wearing a condom." Sallee then asked me, "So doing that between a girl's boobies feels better to you than having sex with a condom?" "Yeah," I told her. "I really don't like condoms. If I never had to use one again it'd be fine with me." "I don't like them either. I don't like the way they smell." She replied. "I'm on the pill. That's way better." "Hopefully the next girl I'm with is on the pill. That would be awesome!" I told her. "Or she has boobs like Darcy and likes to use them right?" Sallee asked with a smile. "That would work, too, I guess." I said, "But until then I guess I'll just go to the video store and just rent something from the back room." "You actually go in that room?" She asked. "Sometimes," I told her, "When it's been awhile, and I need something to help me... you know, let it out? That's what I've done for the past couple of years anyway. Thanks to you getting me thinking about Darcy's boobs, I'll probably have to go rent a movie tonight, Sallee." "Well if you do, I want to hear about it. Sounds like you owe me another story tomorrow." she said. And that was the end of that lunch break. -----So the next day we had lunch together again. As soon as we sat down together Sallee asked, "So did you go in that little room last night?" "Yep," I told her, "And I rented a good movie about what we were talking about yesterday. It was called 'A Dick Runs Through It.' Instead of, 'A River Runs Through It.' Get it? Anyway, the cover showed a girl pushing her boobs together around a guy's... you know... so I had to rent it. "Was it good?" She asked. "It was." I replied. "I haven't returned it yet, would you like to borrow it?" "I don't think I'd be interested in seeing a bunch of boobies." "Hey, it showed a lot of guys having orgasms, too." "Did it make you think about having an orgasm with Darcy?" She asked me. "Maybe once or twice." I told her. "Some of the women in the video had really big ones. I don't know if I'd like to do that with really big ones, though. Small, medium or large would be okay, but I don't know about some of those extra large ones. I think I'd get lost between some of those really big ones." "Did you, uh... How do I say this? How did you say it yesterday? Did you, uh... let some out?" "Oh, yeah." I answered, "Quite a lot, actually. I guess it was time." "So how did you do it?" She asked me. "I was just lying down on the couch watching the TV." "So you just look at the girls on the screen and use your hand on yourself and imagine you're with them as it's, you know... coming out of you? "Actually I look at the TV in the beginning, but when it starts happening, I always look down to my, you know... and I watch it shoot out. I have to watch that part. I can't look at the TV while I'm doing that." "Do you use a towel or anything to catch it with?" She asked, "Where does it go?" "No towel. I just let it come out onto my stomach and my chest. There was a lot of it last night, though." "So what do you do with it when you're done?" She asked. "I just got up and took a shower," I told her, "It all went down the drain." "Oh. Well that's easy." She said. "It was." I told her. "Has anyone ever watched you do that?" Sallee asked. "Not just the way you described, but just in general?" "Plenty of times," I told her. "Really?" "Really." I said. "Whenever my first girlfriend and I were fooling around together and we didn't have any condoms, We would start out kissing and touching each other..." "But eventually she would grab my hand and put it down on my, uh... You know. Then she would use her hand on herself and we would just try to time it so we both had an orgasm at the same time." "Did it work? Could you guys actually time it like that?" Sallee inquired. "Most of the time." I said. "We had our way of doing it. When she started to get close, she'd let me know. Then I'd try to get close, and I'd let her know when I was about there. Then when she started to have her orgasm, she'd tell me to go ahead. So then I'd just... You know..." "Let it go? Relieve some tension?" "Exactly." "So..." Sallee asked, "You guys would just lie on the bed together and do that?" "Yep." I replied. "On your backs?" "Yes." "So... Did she watch you when it happened?" "Actually most of the time she didn't" I said. "Why not?" "It was dark, usually, when we did that." I replied. "She didn't like the lights on. But sometimes she would just have me do it by myself, and then she occasionally left her bedside lamp on for me. But she always turned the light on afterwards, so she could see to clean me up." "She actually cleaned it up for you? With what?" "She'd usually grab a shirt, or a towel. Whatever she had nearby." "That was nice of her." Sallee said. "Hey, sometimes she had to clean herself up, too." I told her. "I remember this one time, in the dark. We were lying side by side, and at the end, when it happened, I remember it being really intense, and it felt amazing - like a lot shot out." "So what happened?" "I remember that she asked me if I actually tried to aim it at her face, and that she got some in her eye." "Really?" Sallee exclaimed. "So did you do it like that on purpose?" "No." I answered. "That's just how it came out. I usually just try to point it close to straight up, so when it comes back down, it just ends up on my stomach or my chest. Or both." "Wow. So that's normal for you?" She asked. "It actually shoots out when you cum?" "Most of the time." I told her. "How far?" "Anywhere between a foot and 3 or 4 feet." I answered. "Unless it's the 2nd or 3rd time in the same night, then it's only a couple of inches at most." "Really?" She asked, "3 or 4 feet? I've watched my husband do it a couple of times. But his just sort of flows out, and he usually just catches it in his other hand." "No way." I told her. "That would just make too much of a mess if I tried that. It'd probably be dripping down my arm and between my fingers and stuff." "Really?" Sallee asked. "Didn't you ever get a handjob from a girl where she made you shoot it into her hand?" "Nope." I replied. "The first time my first girlfriend did that with her hand, it shot straight up in the air and then landed all over her arm and her wrist... She didn't like it, actually. She said it was kind of gross." "I always just caught it in my other hand." She said. "I gave a few handjobs back in high school. I didn't think it was gross, though. Just warm and slippery. But I never had any times where I couldn't hold it all in my hand afterwards..." "Then I usually just wiped it into a Kleenex, or a napkin. One time I was in the woods and used some leaves. That was kind of fun." She said. "Sounds like you were pretty adventurous back in the day." I told her. "I had fun, that's for sure." Sallee said. Then she said, "I feel kind of bad for you, being a guy. I don't think I would like having to deal with that." She said. "What do you mean?" I asked. "Every time you want to have an orgasm, you have to deal with stuff squirting out of you. Then you have to deal with cleaning it up. And especially someone like you. You always say a lot comes out when you have one, so you even have it worse. I'm glad girls don't have to worry about that. I can have an orgasm and not have to worry about cleaning up afterwards." "Yeah, but you have stuff coming out of you once a month anyway." I told her. "And you don't even get to have an orgasm. Yours just comes out without one. So it's just as bad to be a girl, in my opinion. Besides, I like having stuff shoot out when I have an orgasm. It's part of what makes it feel so good." "It does?" She asked. "Yeah," I told her, "Sometimes I'll do it in the bathroom, right after I've gotten out of the shower while I'm standing in front of the sink. Sometimes it gets hard in the shower and won't go away so I'll just stroke it in front of the mirror until it happens and then I'll watch it shoot out into the sink. Then I can just turn on the faucet and rinse it all down the drain. It's kind of like when you really have to go to the bathroom? and then you do, how relieving it feels. It feels good in that way, too." "Really?" She asked me. Then she said, "Hey, that's why I like talking to you. I learn stuff." "I'm always happy to teach you." I said. "So did anyone else ever watch you... You know?" she asked, "Use your hand on yourself? I have an inquiring mind." "I should tell you about the first time..." I answered. "But you'll have to wait until tomorrow. There's not enough time left today." "Okay." She said. Now I have something to look forward to for tomorrow." And that was the end of our lunch break. -----So the next day, when we sat down to have lunch together, Sallee said, "So I was thinking about what you said at the end there yesterday." "And..." I replied. "You told me about some of the times with your first girlfriend, and then I asked you if you ever did that with anybody else, and you said you were going to tell me about the first time today. But I'm confused... Was there someone else before your first girlfriend?" "Sort of." I told her. "But it wasn't a girlfriend, Sallee, it was my Aunt." "Really?" She asked. "So how'd that happen? And was it even legal for her to do that with you?" "Actually I had just turned 18 three or four days before it happened," I said, "So I guess it was legal. I never even really thought about it in those terms, though." "Okay, so go on." She said. "Well, we went to visit my Aunt, Uncle, and cousins for the Thanksgiving holiday. I stayed in a bedroom in the basement. My aunt always came down and made sure I was okay when I went to bed. She would make a point to remind me not to shut the door all the way so the room would get enough heat. So she always left it open a foot or so when she left. Anyway, on our last night there, she came down as I was getting ready for bed like usual, but this time she brought down a box of tissues. She said they were good to have in case I needed any. Then she asked if I liked to read before bed and I told her I did. So she brought in a couple of these smutty romance novels in paperback and gave them to me. So she left, and left the door open again. So I started reading one of the books, and there was all this talk about 'heaving bosoms' and 'throbbing manhood' and the like." "That's funny," Sallee said. "I've read some of those. They do get kind of 'steamy'. I had an aunt who read them, too, by the way." "Well there you go." I replied. "Anyway, when I got to the part where it talked about the guy 'spilling his seed', I got to thinking about...How do I put this delicately?" "Spilling some of your own seed?" "Exactly." I said, "So I looked over at the box of tissues and figured, 'What the heck?' and slid my underwear down and started, uh, well... You know.." "And your aunt walked in on you?" Sallee asked? "No," I replied, "Not right away. It didn't take me all that long, but when it happened, it happened a lot harder and longer than it had ever done before. Before that night, when it happened, it would usually just come out the tip and dribble down the shaft. I had only been sexually mature enough to do that for a few months at that time. So anyway, that night, when it happened, that was the first time it actually shot out multiple times and landed on my chest and my stomach. After I was all done, I reached over to the table to get some tissues... And that's when my Aunt walked back in." "So what did you do?" asked Sallee. "I didn't see her come in right away." I told her. "I was focusing on reaching over and getting the box of Kleenexes to wipe myself off and I was trying not to have any run down my side onto the bedding, and then she was right there alongside the bed. She said something about remembering that I didn't have a wastebasket in that room for the tissues when I was done with them." "So you think she watched you do it?" "She must have." I said. "The door was open. The hallway was dark. I think she must have been standing out there in the dark watching... and she waited until after I, uh... erupted to come in. So then as I was trying to wipe it all up, she held out her hand and she'd just take the used tissues and throw them away for me." "Did she say anything else about it?" inquired Sallee, "Did she actually see your, uh... You know? Your thing?" "She did." I answered. "She was watching me wipe it all up, and after I handed her the used tissues she pulled a couple more fresh ones from the box and handed them to me. I started to cover myself up with the comforter, but she pulled it back down and pointed out a couple of spots I had missed, and then she said to go ahead and squeeze out what was left inside so it didn't leak out later. So I did, and she was right. Quite a bit oozed out into the tissues after I squeezed it out from the base up. And she watched as I did it. Then she told me something like judging by how much that came out, that it looked like I whouldn't have any problem getting a good night's rest that night." "Really?" Sallee asked. "She actually said that." I replied. "Then she sat on the edge of the bed and explained to me that she grew up with 5 male siblings so she knew about boys and their bodies. She asked me if I had a girlfriend yet and I told her no. She said not to worry too much about it - I'd find one eventually. And she said that it was good that I was getting to know myself and my body so when the time came I'd know what to expect." "So you got 'the talk' from your Aunt when you were 18?" Sallee asked. "Pretty much." I said. "Then she took those last few tissues, added them to the soggy mess in her hand, and said she'd take care of them for me, wished me a good night and then she left." "Well, that was different." said Sallee. "It was." I agreed. "Did she ever do it again? And did she ever say anything to you about it again?" "No, that never happened again, since we went back home that next day, and the only thing she said about it happened the next day before we left when she told me that I would make some lucky girl very happy someday." "Why do you think she said that?" "I have no idea." I told her. "Is your, uh... your thing really big or something?" Sallee asked. "It seems about average to me." I answered. "I've seen a few porn movies, and some of those guys' are bigger than mine, and some of them are smaller." "But a lot of those guys in those kind of movies are hired based on their size." she said. Then she whispered, "So I have to ask, is it longer or shorter than a dollar bill?" "Of course it's longer, Sallee." I said. "It's funny you asked about it in those terms. I actually measured it that way a while ago. Mine's almost an inch longer than a $20 bill." "Really?" She replied, pulling a bill from her purse. "An inch longer than this? I'd say that's pretty big." "Well, my first girlfriend always said it was big, but I just thought all girls just said that to be nice." "It sounds pretty big to me" Sallee said, putting the bill away. And that was the end of our lunch break. -----Sallee and I didn't have lunch together for a while. I had started to do field work for the company, so I was gone a lot. It was a year or so until we had lunch together again at our usual table. As soon as we sat down, she asked me, "So hows your love life?" "Pretty much the same as it was a year ago." I told her, "Occasional trips to the video store." "You need to get out some," She replied, "Meet someone; get yourself laid." "I don't know," I said. "I'm not a bar person. I need to find someone decent. Someone who's not a lush. And it seems like all the girls at the bars just want to get wasted. I don't think I would like having sex with an intoxicated girl. I want somebody who can be with me without having to drink a 12 pack first." "And you want somebody with big boobs, right?" Sallee asked. "Not necessarily," I said. "I thought that's what you liked." She told me. "When you go to the video store, do you still get movies about big boobies?" "Not so much any more," I told her. "Now I basically just watch couples, you know... just doing it. So I remember what it's like, I suppose." "You can't forget how to have sex, silly." She said. "I don't know, Sallee, it's been over 6 years now." "SIX YEARS?" She asked. "Oh, my... You do need to meet someone. I feel bad for you. You should go out and really try to have sex this weekend. Even if it is with someone you meet at a bar." "I need someone decent, though," I replied, "I don't want to get some disease. Who knows what you'll pick up in a bar?" "Wear a condom." She said, "Heck, wear two." "I just can't stand condoms, Sallee. I vowed never to wear one after my ex-girlfriend made me wear one every time for over 3 years. I hate them." "Well, what are you going to do? Even if you find a decent girl, you don't want to knock her up right away, do you?" "Definitely not." I said. "It'd be nice to find someone who was on the pill. Or someone who was open to other forms of birth control." "What do you mean, 'other forms'?" She asked. "I used to be pretty good at 'being careful' at the end, you know what I'm saying? In college I had some really nice times doing that." "'Being careful', huh? This I need to hear. You haven't had a story for me in a long time." She said. "Okay," I began, "Did I ever tell you about the night I had to sacrifice my underwear?..." And then I told her the story I already posted entitled, 'The First Time A Girl Asked Me To Pull Out' http://xhamster.com/user/likestopullout/posts/104606.html I finished the story by telling her how I had to clean the poor girl off with my underwear. "Did you like having an orgasm like that?" She asked me. "I liked it a lot." I replied, "Even though I didn't last as long as I would have liked to, it was so nice to actually be able to feel it sliding in and out of her without being wrapped in latex. It was amazing." "Yeah, but what about having to stop what you were doing and pull it out when you started to have your orgasm? I didn't think guys liked to do that." "I didn't mind doing that at all," I said, "It felt pretty natural, to tell the truth. I mean, we weren't trying to make a baby, so it just made sense for me not to release inside of her. We both agreed it was much safer for all those little swimmers to go for a swim on her stomach instead of inside her." "I never thought about it that way," Sallee said, "I guess it makes sense, but I thought guys didn't like doing it like that. Don't guys like it better when they can just keep going and have their orgasm inside of the girl?" "Not me," I told her, "I've only done it inside a girl while wearing a condom, but for me, pulling out at the end is way better." "Even though you had to sacrifice your underwear afterwards? "Well, I had to clean her up with something. There was a lot on her. Her stomach, her boobs, her neck, her hair..." "So what did you do with your underwear afterwards?" Sallee asked. "You didn't put them back on, did you?" "No." I told her. "I definitely couldn't wear them anymore that night. They were soaked. I just threw them in the woods." "Wow! So you went 'commando' the rest of the night?" Sallee asked." "I kind of had to." I replied. Then she asked, "Well, did you learn any lessons from that night?" "Yeah," I told her, "Now every time I go through a drive-thru I remember to save my napkins in the glove box. You never know when you'll need them." "Looking back, would you have done anything differently?" "I would have popped the dome light on sooner." I replied, "That would have been nice to watch. A lot came out that time. I even got some on her neck and in her hair. I think it would have been really sexy to watch it happen." "Yeah, I like the lights on, too." She said. "So did you ever get to do that with the lights on? And watch it happen at the end?" "I did." I said. "Well, then I guess you owe me another story." She told me. And that was the end of our lunch break. -----Quite a few months passed before I was home and we got our table to ourselves again. When we sat down together, Sallee said to me, "Hey, before you tell me your story, I have a short one for you." "Really?" I asked, "What about? "It's about what you like to do, you know?... at the end?" "Pulling out?" I inquired. "Yes. After you told me that last story, I decided I wanted to see what that was all about so I had my husband try it. He mentioned one time that he wanted to see my boobs covered in his, you know... stuff? Anyway, One night when we were in bed I told him he should pull it out at the end and do it up here." She said, gesturing at her breasts. "So did he?" I asked "He did." She replied. "I watched it. He didn't actually pull out and do it. We just stopped doing it, and then he climbed up and used his hand to make it come out on me. I didn't know if I would like getting it on my chest, but it wasn't bad at all. There wasn't a whole lot of it, more like dribbles instead of squirts, but it was something different for us, anyway. Hey, speaking of different, come over to this side of the table for a second. I want to show you something I did." So I got up and walked around to her side. She looked around to see if anyone was looking and then she pulled her shirt up so I could see her stomach. "Look what I got." She said, and pointed to her belly button. There was a gold ring in it. "What do you think?" She asked. The sight of her stomach mesmerized me. I really like flat stomachs. "Wow." I told her. "That is one sexy stomach. But you shouldn't have shown it to me. It makes me think about, well... stuff I shouldn't be thinking about at work; and with a married woman too. Put your shirt back down, Sallee." "But what do you think of the ring? Do you like it?" She asked. "I don't know," I replied, "If I was dating someone and they had jewelry there, I'd be a little worried, actually." "What do you mean?" She asked. "I think it'd be kind of hard to clean up if I, you know... pulled out? I've filled up a few belly buttons before. That's sometimes where it goes at the end, you know?" "My husband already got it all full of, you know... his stuff? Not from pulling out, but one night during my period we were just fooling around in bed in the dark and I was stroking him and it ended up right in there. It wasn't hard to clean out, though. I just took a shower, like you said you do afterwards, and it washed right out." "That's good." I told her. "So tell me about the time you did that with the lights on." She said, "Was this when you were still in college?" "It was." I replied and told her the story I already posted entitled 'The 4th time I pulled out' http://xhamster.com/user/likestopullout/posts/106447.html "So having her legs up on your shoulders really did it for you, huh?" Sallee asked with a smile. "And then you got to watch. Was it a good one?" "The best I've ever had, so far." I told her. "Maybe because I got to watch. I liked that she had natural blond hair. That was a first for me. And then when I told her I wasn't going to be able to last much longer, I liked how she told me that was okay, and to just be careful... It just felt really good when I pulled out. I counted at least seven long thick spurts. One after another. It was so awesome to watch it shoot out and land on her stomach and between her boobs. I really liked that she told me it was okay to do it like that, too. It was just a wonderful night. Magical... I vowed right then and there that I was never going to have an orgasm into a condom ever again." "So that girl, Rachael, started your addiction to pulling out?" Sallee asked me, "She didn't start it, since I already did that 3 times before her, but I would definitely say she played a big part in it. Especially since we had all the lights on. That was just amazing to watch." "I'll bet it was," She replied, "Seven squirts, huh? I couldn't imagine that. I think the most I've watched my husband do was two. Usually it just sort of flows out of him instead of spurting out like you describe it. Wow. Seven, huh? That must have been quite a mess to clean up." "At least seven. And that's just counting the ones that really spurted out. I'm sure there were a few more that just oozed and dribbled towards the end. They all landed on top of each other, Sallee, and she had this long puddle from her belly button, between her boobies, and all the way up to her neck, Sallee. But I had a bath towel in my closet. That worked just fine to clean her up." "Did she mind that? You getting her all messy like that?" She asked me. "I don't think she knew how much she was in for, but remember before we started she did ask me to be careful at the end, so I'm sure it wasn't unexpected, either. If a girl takes a guy to bed, and they don't use a a condom, I'm sure she realizes there's going to be a mess at the end, especially when she asks him to be careful, right?" "I guess. And we both know you like it messy, don't you?" "I do." I told her. "One of my mottoes is, 'Sex is like pizza', Sallee. It's usually better when it's messy." "Hey, I like that." She said, laughing, "I'm going to remember that." And that was the end of our lunch break. -----We had a few more short conversations in the next few years, mostly about my trips to the video store. Her husband got a vasectomy, and she told me about that. She was happy she didn't have to remember to take her pills every day anymore. She asked me if I had ended my dry spell yet. "10 and a half years," I told her, "but who's counting?" "Hey, you should get a computer." Sallee said. "Maybe you could meet someone online." "I've thought about it." I told her. "I can't seem to find anybody decent around here. I don't even go to the bars anymore, unless it's to see a band, but there are never any sober people there." So I got a computer and a wonderful dial-up connection. (remember those days?) I ended up getting involved in a forum, and getting introduced to a girl named Ricki who seemed really nice, but lived 1000 miles away. We hit it off, though, and 6 months later I was ready to take a trip to go visit her. I turned to Sallee for advice. "Do you have any suggestions for me? I'm kind of nervous about meeting her." "You've seen pictures of her, right?" Sallee asked. "And you two hit it off online, correct? Just go see her. If something happens, it happens. When you get back, you can tell me all about it, okay?" So I went to see her for 4 days. When I got back, Sallee and I had lunch together the next day. She seemed really excited. "So how was it?" She asked me, "Did you and Ricki, you know... do it?" "She wanted to, but believe it or not, I was the one who stopped us from actually going all the way." "Why didn't you do it?" She asked, "You need to be with someone sometimes. You can't spend your whole life going to the video store to satisfy your needs. So you two didn't even do anything? That's disappointing." "I didn't say that." I replied with a smile. "Well what did you do? Tell me about it, then. I need details. Tell me a story, like old times." "Okay." I told her. "Wasn't she pretty?" Sallee asked. "She was more than attractive enough for me." I said. "The only reason I stopped us from going all the way was that I didn't want to get her pregnant on our first date." "And you still don't like condoms, do you?" She inquired, "You still could have used one just once, if only to get you out of your rut." "We talked about that," I replied, "She told me she couldn't really use them anyway. She says they really irritate her down there." "So why didn't you just do it without one?" Sallee asked. "I think you two should have just done it and then you should have just pulled it out at the end. You said you're really good at that. And then you would have gotten it all over her stomach like you like to do. So why didn't you? I would have, I think, if I were in your place." "I didn't want to risk it," I told her, "It's been 11 years now. I wasn't sure I'd still be as good at it. I didn't know where she was in relation to her monthly cycle. So I just couldn't put it in her. She actually wanted me to, but I just couldn't take the risk. 18 years is a long time to make support payments, if you know what I mean. And it's actually a really good thing we didn't do it, Sallee." "Why? What happened?" She asked. "Well, I'll tell you the story. It actually happened the next morning after I got there. When I first got there, she said I could stay at her place instead of a motel to save money. So I offered to spend the night on her couch, but she said there was plenty of room next to her on her bed. We didn't do anything that night, but the next morning when we woke up we started kissing, making out, touching, etc... And the next thing I knew, we were both naked, I was on top of her, and she grabbed my, uh... You know. and she started guiding it down between her legs. I was close, Sallee, less than 2 inches from ending my dry spell, but I just couldn't do it." "So I grabbed it away from her hand and climbed up and sort of straddled her stomach. I told her we just couldn't do that and that I didn't want to get her pregnant. It's funny, but she said almost the exact same thing you just did. She said we could do it without one and I could just pull out at the end, but I told her it had been way too long, and we needed to plan it so we could do it, but when it was at her least fertile time." "So what did you guys do? I bet she used her hand on you and you still got to, you know... let it go onto her stomach, right?" "Nope," I told her, "Even better." "Oh, I know what you did." Sallee said, "You got to do it between her boobies, didn't you? Was it good? Was it messy, like pizza? It was, wasn't it?" "The first time we did that it was really messy." I said. "Like pizza. That's funny that you remember that." "You did it more than once? That's great." She said. "Go ahead and tell me about it." "Well, after I stopped her and straddled her stomach, she just kind of pulled me by my, uh, you know... and she put it between her boobs. Before we met, when we were just writing to one another, I told her that was a form of birth control I really enjoyed, so I guess that's where she got the idea to do it that morning. She told me I was going to have to teach her, since she had never done it like that before. I explained that there wasn't much to teach. I just placed her hands on each side of her boobs and had her push them together." "Did you guys have the lights on?" Sallee asked, "Did you get to watch?" "It was morning," I explained, "There was plenty of light coming in through the window. The only problem was, and I was probably just being too nice of a guy, but the problem was, her boobs are kind of big, so that when I slid my, uh, you know... each time I thrusted forward, it was pretty much up by her chin and pointed right at her face." "Oh, no!" Sallee exclaimed. "And since we had just met in person for the first time the day before, I wasn't sure she would like it if it shot out all over her face. Remember, it had been 11 years for me. So I had her sit up against the wall a little. That way when I slid it back and forth, it just pointed at her neck instead of her face. I felt a little better with that arrangement. "So then what did you do? What did you use for lube?" She asked. "Well, it didn't take very long, that's for sure. And I didn't need any additional lube. I was already dripping plenty of my own lube by the time I put it between her boobs. It had been a while for me, remember? So she held them together for me, and I just slid it up and down between them. I told her that I had never done that before with breasts as big as hers. It felt really good - Plus it looked good, too. So I did it for a while and then I started to feel really good so I asked her if she wanted me to finish like that. She told me to go ahead if I wanted to. I warned her that it was probably going to be really messy, since it had been a long time for me and she told me that was okay - she was planning on getting right in the shower when we were done." "You actually warned, her, huh? So how was it? I'm guessing it was pretty good, eh?" Sallee inquired. "Well, after she told me I could finish like that and that she was okay with it, I kept on sliding it back and forth, and it was really nice to just let myself enjoy it. It felt really good, and it was neat to watch myself doing that with boobies that big, and it wasn't long before I felt myself getting close, and I just kept on doing it, knowing that I didn't have to worry about stopping. But then something happened that let me know I definitely made the right decision earlier, Sallee." "What happened?" She asked me. "Well," I answered. "When it comes to having an orgasm, I know my body pretty well. Usually it's pretty predictable. But once in a while, if it's been a really long time for me, when my orgasm first starts - just before everything starts to tense up, a little bit of liquid sometimes spurts out before I actually get to the point of letting go. It's usually pretty thin and watery... But sometimes... Well, Ricki has long hair, and I had to look down through it to watch. I was actually looking down, watching the tip come poking out from between them when it started happening. I wasn't having my orgasm just yet, but just before my muscles started tensing up I saw not just a little spurt, but a long stream of that thin and watery stuff come out. It was kind of like I was peeing, but it wasn't pee. It squirted out like 6 inches or so - all over her neck - in this long stream that kept coming out for a few seconds. And then it stopped coming out for a second and I actually started tensing up and having my actual orgasm. I kept watching and I got to see the rest of it, you know, the thicker, white stuff come shooting out spurt after spurt. And by the time I was finished, I ended up getting it all over her neck, in her hair and all over her back, too." "How in the world did it get all over her back?" "That was the neat part. When it started really shooting out, it came out so strongly that it shot out up over her shoulder and onto her back and also shot up into her hair. She had a lot on her neck, too, and her cleavage was just dripping down to her stomach from that first part, but it was just really cool to watch it shoot out over her shoulder and into her hair." "And she didn't mind this?" Sallee asked me. "She said 'wow' a lot, actually, but she seemed not to mind. I thought it was incredible. But it was a good thing we didn't have sex, though. Quite a bit came out before I would have gotten to the point where I would have pulled out had I been inside of her. That could have been bad. But do you want to know something interesting?" "What?" "That morning was exactly 11 years to the date, heck, probably even to the hour, from my last time pulling out back when I was in college. How's that for karma?" "That is pretty cool. " She replied. "So you two did that more than once?" "Yeah," I answered, "But the next night she woke me up in the middle of the night with a blow job." "Cool, you finally got another one. How was that?" Sallee inquired, "Did you get to, you know... finish in her mouth?" "Yes I did. And it felt wonderful." I said, "But she said she probably wouldn't do that again. She didn't like the taste, and she said with me there was too much of it for her. But she said she heard that everybody's different, so if she's serious about a guy, she makes sure to try doing that once." "I guess you're just not lucky when it comes to blow jobs, huh?" "I'm okay with that, though. Especially since the next night we did it between her boobs again. That time she was lying on her back, but instead of worrying about getting it all over her face, I just took it in my hand at the end, backed up a little and just pointed it first at one nipple, then at the other. That was neat; I never did that before." "You covered both nipples? That sounds kind of sexy, actually. Did she like that? "I think so." I replied. She gave me her night shirt afterwards and said I had to clean up my mess. And I did." "So are you going to see her again?" She wanted to know. "Definitely." I told her. "She's going to come visit me here for a whole week in a month or two. I'll stop by one day and bring her in and introduce you to her, if you'd like." "Sure." Sallee said. "Oh, hey, one more thing..." "What's that?" I asked. She replied, glancing up at the clock, "Next time you two get together, I thought of an idea about birth control for you. I'd tell you now but we both had better be getting back to work." "Well, make sure to tell me before she gets here, okay?" I asked. "I will." Sallee said. And that was the end of our lunch break. -----So a month and a half go by. Ricki's flight was due in the next the next day and Sallee asked me during lunch, "Hey, remember how I said I had some advice for you?" "Birth control advice?" I asked. "Yes. So have you ever used spermicidal foam? It's supposed to work pretty well." She told me. "You said you two were going to try and time it for her safest time, and I just figured if it was a safe time, and you used that foam, and you pulled out at the end, then that should be as safe as you can get, with your circumstances, anyway." "That's a good idea," I told her, "Thank you. Where can you get it? Do I have to go to a pharmacy?" "You can get it at W-Mart" She said, "I've seen it there." "Cool," I replied, "I'll pick some up. I'm really looking forward to doing it with her. She's excited, too, but it's been over 11 years for me. I can't wait." "I'm excited for you," Sallee said, "You seem really happy." "I am," I said, "I really am." So she arrived the next day. I brought her by the office the following day during lunch and introduced her to Sallee. When Ricki excused herself to go to the bathroom, Sallee pulled me aside and told me, "Wow, she does have big boobies. And I can see why you would find her attractive. But she's so short! I bet she's not even 5 feet tall." "Five feet exactly." I told her. "Did you try the foam yet?" she asked. "Not yet," I told her. "Last night we, uh... Well, you can probably guess, but I'll tell you later. She still has her period right now. We did our research and figured her safest time is the first three days after that. That's why we booked her flight this week. Hopefully tomorrow or the next day it'll be time." "I'll keep my fingers crossed," Sallee said, "You'll have to tell me about it afterwards. You know how I like your stories." "Of course." I replied. The following week after Ricki flew home Sallee and I had lunch together. As we sat down, she said, "So, I'm guessing you had a good week?" "I did." I replied. "She was cute." Sallee said. "And her boobies were just how you like them, right? What size did you say they were again? They looked pretty big to me." "One of her bras said 36D on it." I answered. "But another one of them said 36DD." "You read the tags?" She asked. Then she said, "That's one way to find out, I guess. Did you get to, well... You know? Enjoy them like you did before?" "Yes I did." I replied. "Her first night here, before I brought her here to meet you. She put baby oil all over them and climbed on top of me in my waterbed." "Baby oil, huh?" She asked. "Did she make you orgasm like that? With her on top?" "No." I replied. "It was still that time of the month for her, and they did seem even bigger than when I saw her before, so I told her I wanted to be the one on top. She told me that she wanted me to be the one to push them together, so I did. I pushed them together as I straddled her and slid it back and forth between them. The baby oil made it feel really warm and slippery." "And that's how you had your orgasm?" Sallee inquired. "I suppose it was messy, huh?" "It was." I answered. "The first spurt shot over her head and hit the headboard, actually." "Really?" She asked. "So what did you do? Did you just keep going?" "I had to." I explained. "It's not like I could stop. The next couple of squirts ended up on her chin and a little bit got on her face, but then the rest of it just got on her neck and sort of filled up her cleavage." "Did you have the lights on?" Sallee asked. "I added lights to my headboard last month, actually." I told her. "They were supposed to be for reading, but they worked out nice for 'other activities', too. It was pretty cool to watch, that's for sure. "But you did more than that, right?" She asked me. "Were you two able to actually do it? And did you get to use the foam? Give me the details." So if you've read my two stories http://xhamster.com/user/likestopullout/posts/106763.html and http://xhamster.com/user/likestopullout/posts/106943.html you know how the rest of that week went. After I told her the stories she asked me, "So I'm guessing that first time probably didn't take that long, huh?" "About 2 minutes, maybe 3. But I kind of expected that. And I explained to her that it wouldn't take that long for me even as I was putting it in. She said she understood. But it was nice doing it with the lights on and getting to watch. Especially at the end." "That was a really good idea you had, doing it in a bathtub." Sallee said, "I was actually thinking about you two this past week. Since it had been so long for you, and from what you've told me about your times in the past, I was thinking about you two and picturing you pulling out and spraying and spraying and making a huge mess all over her at the end. I would have liked to have been a fly on the wall when you finally got to do that again." "I think you mean a fly on the shower curtain," I replied, "Or maybe on the edge of the tub looking in, if you wanted the best view." "So did you have any problem pulling out in time?" She asked. "No problem with that." I answered. "Did it make a big mess?" "Not as much as I would have thought." I told her. "There was like 4 or 5 pretty decent spurts. But not an overabundance of it." "I would have thought there would have been a lot more than that." Sallee said. "Well, the night she arrived I did it between her boobs, remember? So I wasn't too overloaded when we finally had sex. Plus, I think I might have been a little nervous. We hadn't gotten the foam yet, so I was still a little worried about that. Plus it only took me such a short time from when I first put it in until I had to pull out." "Does that make a difference for you? How long you do it before you pull out?" She asked. "I think sometimes it does." I told her. "The second time, when we were in the tent I was able to last about 10 or 15 minutes, and so much more spurted out that time. But we used the foam that time, so maybe I was less nervous, too. Or maybe it was because she said she wanted to watch when it happened so I had an 'audience'. Who knows?" "Which time was your favorite? In the tub or in the tent?" "In the tent, definitely." I replied, "That was really cool that she asked me to let her know when I was about to pull out so we could both watch it happen. And when I pulled out there was so much of it. You would have liked to have been a fly on the wall of the tent that time. I'll remember that one for a long time. Plus the next morning when I got to do it between her boobs and watch it come out all over her face? That was priceless. And amazing." "I'm glad you finally got to have sex. I couldn't imagine going 11 years without it." "Well, thank you for being there for me along the way, for your encouragement, and most of all for your advice. Thanks for the suggestion about the foam, too. Hopefully it pays off." "What do you mean?" She asked. "Hopefully she gets her period again in the next few weeks." "You did a good job at being careful, right? You didn't get any of it inside of her, did you?" "No, I definitely pulled out in time both times. I know for sure 'cause I watched closely when it happened. I was all the way up by her belly button before anything squirted out, I made sure of that." And then... "Then you shouldn't have anything to worry about." She told me, "I wouldn't worry about it if I were you. It sounds like you did everything you could. Are you going to try and time your next visit around her safest time again?" "I think so." I replied. "Neither of us wants to be parents, have I told you that?" "You should go get a vasectomy then," Sallee said, "Then you wouldn't have to worry about being a parent ever." "I'm thinking about it." I told her. "Now that I actually have a sex life again." And that was the end of our lunch break. -----So I sort of had a sex life for the better part of a year. But the long distance part of the relationship soon proved to be too much and I found myself single again. I kept looking online, and had a few dates, but nothing became of them. Sallee kept encouraging me and told me that I would eventually find the right person for me. I renewed my occasional visits to the local video store and let her know if I rented anything from the little room. One day we sat down to lunch and she asked, "So what's new? Rent any 'good' movies lately?" 'Good' was our code-word for adult movies. "I did, actually," I told her. "I found one I liked." "Aren't they all pretty much the same?" She asked, "Guy meets girl, guy and girl get naked, close up video of graphic sex, guy pulls out and squirts it all over the girl's face, blah, blah, blah... then move on to the next couple and repeat. At least the ones I saw went like that." "Did you watch them with your husband?" I asked. "No, a bunch of us girls watched a couple of them at a bachelorette party." "Was it fun?" "I could see where a guy might like to watch them. We mostly just made fun of them. So what about them do you like, anyway?" She asked. "I suppose you like the parts where the guy does it all over the girl's face, don't you?" "Actually, no, Sallee," I told her, "I like it way better when the guy just pulls it out after regular sex and just points it at the girl's stomach at the end. I mean, that's what I like to do, so I guess that's why I like watching those scenes." "I guess it's okay when the guy does it on the girl's face, as long as she seems to enjoy it. But I'd rather see it all over her stomach, to be honest. I guess I'm just old-fashioned." "I'm glad you're kind of old-fashioned," She told me, "If I had to be in one of those movies, I'd rather get it on my stomach than in my eye, anyway. I bet that would sting." "It does. Trust me on that one." "You got it in your eye before?" Sallee asked me, "I hope it was your own and not somebody else's." "It was mine, don't worry. It's happened a few times, actually." "What, do you aim there on purpose?" She inquired with a smile. "Or are you just so excited watching those movies that you forget where it's pointing?" "I don't think that's happened while I was watching a movie, Sallee," I said, "That usually happens when it's been a while for me, and I'm just lying on my back in bed doing it. I always try to make sure it's pointed straight up towards the ceiling when the time comes, but if it's been a while since the last time I did that, it sometimes shoots out like 4 feet or so and sometimes it comes down on my face, or on the pillow. I've gotten the headboard a couple of times as well." "Sounds like maybe you should go to the video store a little more often." "A lot of times that happens when I'm on the road and staying in a motel. I tried watching those cheesy soft-core movies some of the hotels have, but they're just a waste of money." I told her. "And when I'm doing field work I'm usually too busy to go look for a magazine so I usually just rely on memories. Like the stories I've told you." "Ahhh, I see," She replied. "Hey, speaking of you doing that, can I ask you a couple of personal questions about guys and their orgasms? Or at least you and your orgasms anyway." "Sure." I told her, "No pun intended, but fire away." "Good one." She said. "So I was wondering, are your balls important when it comes to, you know... cumming?" "What do you mean?" I asked. "Do you like them stimulated when you're doing it yourself, or getting a hand-job or a blow job, or how about during sex? Can you feel contact with them, and does it help you have an orgasm? Inquiring minds want to know." She asked with a smile. "As far as blow jobs go, not that I have much experience there, but I don't think it matters much." I replied, "At least not to me. I do remember a hand job once where she lightly caressed them with one hand while stroking me with the other one. That felt pretty good. And as far as during sex, remember that story I told you about the first time I pulled out with the lights on? In college?" "Was that when that girl put her legs up on your shoulders?" Sallee asked. "Correct. I'm surprised you remembered. Anyway, when I'm in that position I can really feel them bouncing against the girl's ass every time I thrust. I'm not sure how much of a difference that made, maybe it helped the flow down there or something, but that orgasm was really intense that night. It seemed to go on forever." "I remember," She said, "What was it, 7 squirts?" "Something like that." I replied. "So I guess they're kind of important. And as far as when I'm doing it myself, I massage them a little bit. There was this one time in the shower where I was doing that, and I had my other hand cupping them, and when the time came, I felt them really pull up just before I had the orgasm, and then I had a really long lasting tingly feeling and when that happens, it usually means a lot is going to come out." "So was there a lot?" She asked me. "This is the honest truth, Sallee," I told her. "I'm not making this up. When it happened, there were 12 spurts." "12?" She asked. "Oh my goodness." "At least 12." I replied. "And some of them shot out 3 or 4 feet. All the way to the other side wall of the shower. It was pretty amazing, that's for sure. I felt like I was squirting forever. Even though it was probably only 10 seconds or so." "Wow. Okay, so my next question is, how often do guys need to, you know... let some go?" "That depends, Sallee, on whether they want quality or quantity." I told her with a smile. "And if they're with someone, or they're alone I guess." "Quality or quantity?" She asked, "What does that mean?" "Well, when I've been single, I usually ended up doing it once or twice a week. That kept me from getting too 'full' as I like to call it, and I never had to worry about having a wet dream that way. If I went two weeks without one, then I had to start worrying that it was going to come out in the middle of the night and I hate when that happens. And when I finally did have a release after two weeks, it tends to get pretty messy. So once or twice a week works for me." "What about when you were with someone?" She asked. "It's about the same, but you have to deal with the uncertainty of the female mind. Two or three times a week would be best, but women aren't always in the mood at the same time guys are. So sometimes it ended up being two weeks or more between times. Then you women get upset when we don't last very long." "I've experienced that," Sallee told me, "You wait too long and then it's over too quickly." "Exactly. I remember one time with Ricki, and this wasn't her fault since we lived so far apart, but one time I went 20 days without an orgasm. We had made plans to be together and she told me she was looking forward to us being together and especially watching at the end. So I didn't do anything for almost 3 weeks. But then when we finally did it, it ended up being early in the morning, like 5am, and we were in a dark motel room, and I put it inside her and like 5 seconds later I had to pull out already. I thought I might be experiencing premature ejaculation, and tried to hold it back, but then I had this really powerful, really fast orgasm. It was too dark to watch, Sallee, but I could actually hear splashes as it shot out so powerfully. It must have been splashing against her boobs and back down to her stomach. Afterwards, when I turned a light on, her stomach and boobs were covered in it, and there were two big wet spots on the bed, one on each side of her." "All that, from just 5 seconds of sex?" She asked. "Kind of sad, huh? So that's why it's good to keep it regular. And that's why I end up going to the video store once in a while. Usually if I go there, I'm going on two weeks." "Nothing wrong with that, if it helps you, you know... let it out. But isn't it better doing that with someone than watching a video?" "It is, and I need to get out and find someone again. I've been talking to a few local girls online. One looks like she might have potential. We have a 3rd date coming up next weekend" "Ooohh, 3rd date! You know what that means." "No. What does it mean?" I asked her. "That's usually when the girl has sex, if she likes the guy. That's like dating etiquette 101" "I never knew that." I told her. "Hey," Sallee asked, "Have you ever seen the movie, 'There's Something About Mary'?" "I have." I replied. "It was just on HBO the other night." She told me. "Remember that part where the one guy tells the main character that before his date with Mary he should... He meant jerk off, but he didn't say jerk off. How did he put it?" "Clean the pipes?" I answered. "That's it!" She exclaimed. "Anyway, I thought of you when I saw that. Would you ever do that?" "No, Sallee, I wouldn't." I said. "If there was a chance I might be able to have sex with someone for the first time, even though I don't last very long, I think I would prefer it if a lot came out at the end. So I would probably do the opposite. And since you just told me about that 3rd date etiquette thing, I'll just wait and not go to the video store for the next week, just in case. The first time with someone new is always a little awkward anyway. If it's been a while, I always tell the girl I might not last all that long. And before I finish, I usually remind them that it's been a long time for me so when they end up covered in it, at least they were warned." "I can see you doing that." She said, "Well, Next week Saturday is our 3rd date. I'll let you know how it went the week after if we have lunch together." "Cool, another story." She replied. And that was the end of our lunch break. -----A couple of weeks later, Sallee and I had lunch together again. It wasn't long before she asked me, "Hey, I never asked you... How did your 3rd date go?" "Oh yeah," I replied, "I never got to tell you about it. Hope you're ready for a story. This one's a weird one." "I really like your stories." She said. "Have I mentioned that?" "I'm glad you enjoy them. So anyway, we go out to dinner, and a few times during dinner she kept suggesting that she was looking forward to dessert." "Was she a bigger gal?" "No, just the opposite." I said, "I doubt she even weighed 100 pounds. So anyway, after we finished our dinner, I asked her what she was going to order for dessert. She told me she was thinking we could go somewhere else for dessert. So we got in the truck and I asked her where she wanted to go. She said she wanted to go back to her place - that she wanted to get something there." "You're right." Sallee said. "This already sounds weird to me." "So we get back to her place, she goes inside for a second and then comes out with car keys. She hops in her SUV and tells me to get in. Then instead of driving out towards town, she headed back farther down her driveway through this sand pit and ended up driving back down this trail in the woods for about a mile. When she pulled off to the side of the trail and stopped, I asked her what we were doing there. She told me she thought we could have dessert here where there was some privacy. She told me she was temporarily living with her parents and they were home." "So by dessert she meant what... Sex?" "I guess. We started kissing, we made out for a while, then she let me put my hand up her shirt." "Of course." Sallee said. "You like boobies." "But she didn't have any." I told her, "I doubt she was even an A cup." "If it's less than an A then it's a training bra." "That's probably it. There wasn't much there." "Oh, no." She exclaimed. "So what did you do?" "I still like sex." I told her. "And it had been a while, so when she suggested we go in the back I couldn't help but agree. So we got out, and she folded the back seats forward so we'd have a space to lie down, and we got in. We got back to kissing, caressing, exploring, etc... and before you know it, we were both naked. I asked her if she was using any kind of birth control and she told me she went to the doctor every three months for a shot. I asked her if it'd be okay if I didn't use a condom and she told me it would be just fine." "Weren't you worried about diseases?" Sallee asked. "I know I should have cared more about it, but she seemed like a decent girl. And I didn't have any condoms anyway. You know how I feel about them. Besides, I really wanted to feel myself inside her at that point. It had been a while. She wanted to do it, and I was ready." "So you did, didn't you?" "Of course. And as I was putting it in I told her I couldn't guarantee how long I would be able to last. She said that was okay, but it turns out I didn't really have to worry about that." "Why not? It wasn't good?" "It was different." "How so?" she asked. "She has two little ones." I told her, "So it was... how do I put this... Her, uh, opening was a little less snug than I was used to." "Oh, no," Sallee said, "Was it really that bad?" "Like putting it in a warm glass of water at first." I told her. "That's terrible. I never thought about that. I guess that's another good reason I don't have any little ones. So what did you do?" "Well, I kept at it." I told her. "But eventually I started to lose my, you know..." "Boner?" "Yeah. So as a diversion I asked her if we could turn on a light so I could see her better. She reached over and turned on a side light in the back compartment and asked me if that was better. I told her it was. I kind of had to use my hand to get it stiff again, but when it was, I put it back in again." "Was it any better with the light on?" "It was a little. At least I could watch." I replied. "I noticed that she was completely shaved down there." "So am I - Bet you didn't know that." She said with a smile. "Really? Well, that was a first for me. So it was kind of neat to watch as I slid in and out of her without any hair around it. So I kept doing it, and kept watching, And I just envisioned myself doing it on her stomach and eventually I got to that magic moment, or point of no return, so I reached down with my hand, pulled it out, pointed it towards her belly button and started letting go." "Let me guess," Sallee said, "Another one of your huge messes?" "Well, this is where it gets weirder. As soon as I pulled out, she told me, 'That was NOT necessary!' but about the time she said NOT I was already starting to let it go. The first squirt landed on her shoulder, and she said, 'Oh, wow! You got me way up here.' Then the second one landed between her boobs, and the third, fourth, and fifth squirts landed on her stomach." "Only 5?" "5 or 6. But they shot out pretty far. It was nice being able to watch it. And when it finally happened, it was a pretty good one. I mean it felt pretty good to me, but she was definitely not happy." "Why not?" "She asked me why I did that and reminded me she was getting birth control shots. I told her I just enjoy pulling it out and doing it that way. She said I ruined it. I asked her what she meant and she just told me not to worry about it." "Really? You're right. That does sound kind of weird. So then what happened?" "Well, she had some paper towels and baby wipes in the back, so I used them to clean her up properly." "That was nice of you to do that." "Hey, I always clean up my messes." I told her. "Anyway, then we drove back to the house, we kissed goodbye, and I got in my truck and went home. We talked on the phone the next day and she still seemed kind of distant. She asked if I would consider not pulling out the next time we had sex and I told her I'd have to think about it." "Would you ever do that?" Sallee asked. "I don't know. I doubt it. I kind of like the extra insurance against pregnancy. Anyway, it's a moot question, since last week she told me she didn't think we should go out again." "That's too bad. Are you sad?" "Not really," I told her. "I think maybe she was trying to trick me. I don't think she was even on birth control in the first place. She told me before that she wanted another little one." "I agree. She probably was trying to trick you. So it's a good thing you have that 'carnal instinct' that you have." "What do you mean," I asked, "What's 'carnal instinct'?" "I've been reading up on sex and pulling out. The studies say most guys have a 'carnal instinct' to thrust in deeper as they have an orgasm. But your 'carnal instinct' is just the opposite. So you're lucky you like pulling out! Imagine if you didn't. I'm glad that you did, though. And at least you got to watch, I know you liked that. At least that part was good for you, wasn't it?" "Yeah, it was nice to watch. And it felt pretty good when it was happening, so that part was nice..." I said. "I'm sensing a 'but' here." Said Sallee. "Well... you said your husband got a vasectomy, right? Was it painful for him?" "Why, are you thinking of getting one?" She asked me. "Personally I think you should. It's not painful getting it done at all, except you're a little sore afterwards for a few days. Our work insurance pays for the whole thing, did you know that?" "I'm thinking I should probably get one." I told her. "That's good to know about the insurance. How about the next time we have lunch together, could you get me the number of the clinic and tell me how to go about setting it up?" "I'd be glad to help." She told me. And that was the end of our lunch break. -----So I got the information from her, made the appointment and had the procedure. It was two weeks after that when we were able to sit down to lunch together again. "So how did it go?" Sallee asked. "It wasn't that bad, was it?" "You were right about the procedure not hurting," I told her, "But afterwards I was so bruised and sore. I was dark purple down there for a week and a half." "Talk about blue balls, eh?" "Not just those, though, almost my whole, uh, shaft was purple too!" "That didn't happen when my husband got his. He was sore for a few days, and I remember him putting ice on them afterwards, but in the end, he said it's worth it." "Well, it's mostly healed now." "And everything still works just fine?" She asked with a wink and a smile. "Have you, you know... had a release yet?" "Not yet," I told her, "The instructions say I should, though. I'm supposed to do that 6 times in the next 6 weeks. Then wait a week or two and go in and submit a 'sample'." "I remember that." She said, "But look at the bright side. Won't it be nice not having to worry about knocking some girl up and then having to make 18 years of support payments?" "Yeah. The other day I was on a plane and the baby in the row behind me would not stop screaming. And I was thinking how nice it was that I wouldn't have to ever hear that sound in the middle of the night, either." "Isn't that nice? Well hopefully everything works for you down there. Are you worried?" "Not really. I'll probably, you know... give it a test tonight. See if it still comes out the way it used to." "Are you here tomorrow?" She asked me. "You'll have to let me know if it still works like it used to." "I am. And I will." And that was the end of our lunch break. -----So the next day we sat down to lunch and she asked me, "So how'd it go last night?" "Just fine." I replied. "Did you go to the video store?" "Nah, I didn't feel the need. Actually I just kind of thought about that last time, and how enjoyable it was when I pulled out, even if she didn't like it." "So do you still, uh... how do I put this?... The surgery didn't affect, uh... how much comes out, did it?" "Oh, no." I told her. "I did it into some paper towels last night, actually, and a lot still came out. Multiple spurts. Thick ones, so the paper towels were pretty heavy afterwards." "Did it still feel the same? And why paper towels?" "It felt really good. I was happy to see it when quite a bit still came out. I had to use a paper towel, well actually I used 3 paper towels, because the instructions said to check for traces of bl**d from the surgery." "Ahhh, I see." Sallee replied, "Was there any?" "Nope. It was all pretty much the normal color." I told her. "That's good." She said. "Would you have been disappointed if only a dribble came out? I think I would have." "Let's just say I was relieved" I told her. "In more ways than one last night, eh?" She asked with a smile, "So you said six weeks until you know if the procedure was a success?" "I have an appointment the end of next month." I told her. "About 7 weeks." "It should be fine. It was for my husband. And then, no more condoms or pills to worry about, right?" "Right." I replied. And that was the end of our lunch break. -----The next time we were able to have lunch together was the next day after my appointment with the urologist. "I had my appointment yesterday." I told her. "How'd that go?" She asked. "Did you have to give them a sample?" "I did, but they let me do it at home." "That's what my husband and I did. I remember holding that little cup on my stomach for him. He just pulled out and did it there." "I wish I could have done it like that. That would have been nice." I said. "I had to go to the video store last night. But it was kind of like I had a prescription to go there." "Did you find a good one?" Sallee asked me. "Oh, yeah," I replied, "I found a 4 hour long one that was perfect for me. It just showed the 'grand finales' at the end. It was a compilation of like 500 movies. Each clip was only about 30 seconds. 15 seconds of whatever the couple was doing to get to the 'magic moment' and then 15 seconds showing the guy releasing it all over the girl. I couldn't have asked for a better one for my 'prescription'." "4 hours?" She asked. "Did you actually watch the whole thing?" "Not at first," I told her. "But I made myself watch at least 2 hours before I let myself, you know... release. It was like 2 hours of foreplay. I had to keep that little cup under the tip of it, though, since I had a lot of that 'lubrication' dripping out during those two hours." "You even saved that? I wouldn't have thought of that." "I wanted to give a complete sample. So anyway, The first part of the movie showed a lot of hand jobs and facials, but about two hours into the movie, there were three clips in a row that I liked. All three of them showed the guy sliding back and forth inside the girl, and then pulling out and erupting on the girls stomach like I like to do." "So I watched those three a few times. Then I could feel myself starting to get close, even though I wasn't even trying to do it yet. So I backed up the DVD, watched those three clips again. They were really doing it for me. So I backed up and watched them one more time, but with one hand holding the cup, and the other one stroking myself, and by the time the third guy started unloading onto that girl's stomach I was right there at the point of unloading too. But when it happened for me, well, that was probably the most difficult time I ever had." "What do you mean, difficult?" She asked me. "Trying to get it all in that little cup." I told her. "The instructions said to only go a week or two, but I went more than 3, maybe even 4 weeks, since I had been traveling anyway. I did it sitting up, so I could aim into that cup better, but it was kind of like opening up a garden hose into a shot glass." "That's a nice visual." She said. "So how did that work then? I'm guessing you overshot it a few times and made a big mess? At least my husband didn't have to worry about that. He only shoots a couple of inches at most. His usually just flows out instead of shoots." "Oh I got it all in the cup, Sallee, but it wasn't easy. I could tell it was going to really shoot out, so when I got to that point where I couldn't hold it back anymore, I switched hands, grabbed the cup in one hand, and pointed my shaft with the other one, and just put it all the way in to the bottom of the cup and started letting go." "I saw the first couple of squirts come out, but then the cup filled up to the point where the tip was submerged and then I could only see it getting fuller and fuller. After it finally stopped about and I pulled it out, that cup was over halfway full." "Holy crap! You actually filled that thing up halfway?" Sallee asked? "My husband just spilled out enough to cover the bottom of his cup. I thought it was kind of neat how it got clear after awhile." "It had been so long for me," I told her. "I thought I was going to overshoot that little cup for sure." "That was pretty smart of you." She said. "Putting it all the way in the cup like that." "That was the only way I could think to keep it from getting everywhere." I replied. "I was just happy it all went into the cup and that I didn't spill any of it. But I think I embarrassed the lady at the lab counter this morning." "And how did you do that?" She inquired with a smile. "Well, the instructions said to write the date and time on the cup and put it in the fridge. I forgot to write anything on the cup. And this morning I just took it out of the fridge and put it in my jacket pocket. When I got to the counter, I gave her my name and told her I was supposed to drop off a sample and asked where was I supposed to put it. She said she would take it. You should have seen the look on her face and how big her eyes got when I pulled that cup out of my pocket and handed it to her." "Why?" She asked, "Wasn't it in a paper bag?" "I didn't know I was supposed to put it in a bag, Sallee. No one told me that. So when I handed her the cup, she actually said, 'Oh my god.' Then she set it down and put on rubber gloves. She asked me if it was fresh or refrigerated and I told her refrigerated. Then she asked me how long it had been in the refrigerator and I told her since about 8:30 last night. She seemed kind of embarrassed. She asked if there was more than one sample in the cup and how long each one had been in there, but I told her it was just one. So she wrote that stuff down on the cup. I told her I was sorry for forgetting to do that, but explained that I never had to do that before." "You should have asked her out." She told me. "Heck, she already saw a pretty intimate part of you. And a lot of it too, from what you described." "She was married." I said, "I noticed her ring." "Bummer. Oh, well. So when do you get the results?" "She told me the lab would call me in a week or so." "I remembered when my husband got his results. We celebrated by burning my pill case in the fire in the back yard." "Any other celebration activities?" I asked. "Oh yeah, that too." Sallee replied with a smile. And that was the end of our lunch break. -----A few weeks later, Sallee and I got to have a break together. As we sat down I told her, "I got the phone call with the results. They told me everything was good and that I had a zero count. They also said I was STD free. I wasn't worried about that, but it's good to know, I guess." "That's great." She said. "I was thinking about what you told me about your last time, actually, and I kind of had an evil thought for you." "What's that?" I asked. "You should give that girl a call." Sallee said. "That one you thought was trying to trick you. You should call her up and tell her you're still interested in her. You could tell her you had a change of heart about pulling out and see if she'll give you another try. Then you two should do it, and you could just, you know... not pull out at the end. Then when she doesn't end up preggo she'll call you again the next month, and the next month etc... That'll show her." "Nah," I told her. "She wasn't that good anyway. And not all that snug, either." "Oh yeah I remember." She told me. "What did you call it? Like sticking it in a warm glass of water?" "Exactly." I replied. "If I did call her up and told her I had a change of heart, and we tried it again, I would definitely still pull out at the end, but if I wanted to be evil, what I would do was, when I pulled out, instead of aiming it at her stomach like I did before I would just, you know... adjust my aim a little upwards, if you get what I'm saying. Instead of letting it go on her stomach and chest, it'd end up, well... Somewhat higher." "On her face? That's awesome!" Sallee exclaimed. "You could be like, 'Take that!' and pay her back for trying to trick you before." "But I'm not going to call her, I'm just going to leave that one alone." I said. "Besides, I need to find someone better than her." "Have you found anybody else interesting online?" She asked me. "I'm writing to this one girl. She seems really nice. She lives an hour and a half away, so that's not too far." "Well hopefully it works out for you." She said. "What are you looking for? Just sex? Or more long-term?" "Sex is nice, Sallee," I replied. "But long-term would be nice, too." "And long-term sex would be even better, right?" "Exactly." I answered. "So how long has it been since your last time?" She asked. "Around 4 months since that last girl." I replied. "Don't your friends know anyone single they could hook you up with?" She asked. "My friends are pretty selfish." I told her. "If they found anybody decent, they'd just keep her for themselves, I think." "That's too bad." Sallee said. "So I guess I'll just head to the video store after work." I said. "See if they've got anything that interests me." "Hey, I never told you." Sallee exclaimed, "I got to go to that back room in the video store a few weeks back." "You did?" I asked. "I thought you never did that." "My older female sibling got married last week, so her best friend asked me to go there with her to pick out some movies for us to watch at her bachelorette party." She explained. "They have a lot to choose from. I could see where a guy with your, uh, 'carnal instinct' could have a tough time choosing from all of them." "You like that term, 'carnal instinct', don't you?" I asked. "I do." Sallee said. "That was the topic of conversation when we watched those movies, that's for sure. We determined that you're a rare breed. And I learned a lot about how girls have different attitudes towards sex, especially the ending." "You told them about me?" I asked. "Not specifically." She said. "We just started talking about past experiences, and people we knew. There were 11 of us girls watching those movies. And of those 11, 7 of them wanted their man to have his orgasm inside them. But 2 of them did not like that at all, which surprised me. And the other two liked it either way." "I'm guessing you were one of the 'other two'." "How did you know?" Sallee asked. "We've been talking for more than a decade." I replied. "I think I know you a little by now." "I guess you do." She said. "Anyway, we got to talking about men and their 'carnal instincts'. We figured at least 9 out of 10 guys have to thrust it in deeper as they have an orgasm. Not very many like to pull out, like you do. And then we got to talking about how much comes out when that happens, and only a couple of us girls had been with or knew someone who really made a mess at the end. But those guys seemed to be the ones who didn't pull out. This one girl there told us about how she once had a boyfriend who came so much inside her that it would still be dripping out of her the next day." "That's one of the reasons I pull out." I explained. "It makes a mess when you do it, but I still think it's easier to do that and have to clean it all up with a towel than for the woman to have to deal with all of that inside of her." "Really?" She asked. "You actually think about things like that? Who knew? I mean, I guess for a girl it makes sense, but I wouldn't think that most guys would think about stuff like that." "Most guys probably don't." I told her. "I like to think that I'm different." "You definitely are." She replied, "But that's a good thing. You know what? When we were talking during those movies, we called guys like you 'Big Shooters'. Have you always been like that?" "Pretty much." I told her. "I mean, I didn't hit puberty until I was almost 18. I remember the first couple of times it just sort of dribbled out, but then, a few months later, I remember the first time it actually shot out a couple of feet. It surprised me, but it also felt really good, too." "Was that the time with your Aunt? When she watched you do it?" She asked. "Holy, cow!" I said. "You really do have a good memory." "I like to listen to your stories." Sallee said. "So since that time, you've pretty much always been a 'big shooter, eh?" "Pretty much, I guess." I answered. "I'll always remember the first time I did it standing up." I told her. "It was that good?" She inquired? "I just remember so much coming out." I replied. "It seemed like it was never going to end." "That's what one of the girls at the party said about one time with one of her boyfriends." Sallee said. "She said she used her hand on him, and, like I'm sure it is with you, she said it just kept coming and coming out. Even though I haven't actually seen you do it, I told them I could relate." "So you told all those girls about me?" I asked her. "Pretty much." She admitted. "I told them I knew a guy whose carnal instinct was to pull out at the end. And that he was one of those guys who squirted a lot when he orgasmed. But I said it in a way that made them think you were someone I knew before I was married. A few of them were interested, though. And this one girl even said she was jealous." "Was she single?" I asked. "No, unfortunately." She told me. "She's married and has a little girl. But she does have big boobies. And she was one of the two who didn't like guys to orgasm inside of her. She said she loved it when a guy would pull out and shoot lots and lots of it all over her. She said she also liked 'tittyfucking' as she called it, and she even told us she liked it when guys would do that until it all came out on her face, too. That made me think of you." "Wow." I replied. "You have some interesting friends." "It was definitely an intense conversation, that's for sure." Sallee said. "But we had all had a few drinks before we started watching those movies. That probably helped loosen up our tongues." "So did you enjoy watching the movies?" I asked her. "I did." She replied. "There was this one scene, where at the end, there was a slow-motion close up that showed the guy reaching his hand down, pulling it out, and making a huge mess all over the poor girl." "I thought about you when I saw that. There was so much of it. It was all over her neck, chin, boobies and her stomach, too. That's what got us talking about different guys, and how much comes out, and then it started a whole conversation about pulling out, too." "So you thought about me as you watched those movies?" I asked her. "A couple of times." She replied. "There was this other scene where a guy makes a mess on this girl's boobies at the end. But some of it shot up into her hair and onto her back. It was all over her neck and running down into her cleavage, too." "I remembered what you told me about your first time with that girl Ricki. It wasn't the exact same as you described it, but I thought of what you said, and now I can see how you could have gotten some on her back when you did it like that. "Well then that makes us even." I replied. "What do you mean?" She asked me. "A couple of times, as I was watching one of those movies, I've thought about that time when you showed me your belly ring, and how nice your stomach looked... Well, I'll be honest with you, Sallee. I've thought about what it would be like pulling out of you at the end and doing that all over your stomach." "I figured you have." She said. "And honestly, I've actually thought about it, too. We probably shouldn't ever do it. But sometimes it's nice to dream about it, right?" "It is." I told her. Then I asked her, "So were there any single girls at that bachelorette party? Anybody you could introduce me to? Hint, hint." "I don't think so." She replied. "Only 2 of them weren't married. But they were dating someone. And neither of them were the kind of girls who would have liked it if you pulled out at the end. They didn't like messes." "Bummer." I told her. "Well, hopefully something develops with this one girl I've been writing to online." "You'll have to tell me about it if it does. She said. "I still like your stories. You really have a good way of telling them. So you said you might go to the movie store tonight?" "Probably." I told her. "It's getting to be that time again. But the last few times I went there, I didn't find anything I thought I would like. I think there are new owners." "There are." Sallee replied. "I saw it in the paper." "I'm not all that happy with their selection anymore." I said. "Maybe you should start looking online" She told me. "It's free, as long as you don't end up with a virus." "Yeah, maybe I'll do that." I answered. "I have to ask you something," Sallee said. "But I don't want you to think I'm weird or anything." "I won't think you're weird." I told her. "Ask away." "I was going to ask you this the last time you said you were going to the video store, but I couldn't work up the nerve..." "Okay, so just ask me." I replied. "Do you, um, have a digital camera yet?" "I do." I replied. "Why?" "I'm kind of curious. Especially after watching those back-room videos at that party a few weeks ago... Okay, I'm just going to ask... If you go to the video store tonight, or find something on the computer that you like... I've been thinking a lot about how you told me your you-know-what was longer than a twenty dollar bill, and about how you say a lot comes out when you reach your climax... And I was just wondering if you could take some pictures tonight if you do that. I think it'd be neat to see." "All right..." I replied, "Do you want pictures or video?" "You have a digital camcorder?" "No, I answered, "But I can record video with my digital camera." "Cool. She replied. "In that case, could you do both for me? I could give you a USB jump drive to put them on for me. You know how to do all that, right?" "I guess I could do that for you, Sallee," I told her. "And you wouldn't mind? I'm just curious as to what it's like. In a way, I wish I would have met you before I got married. I think it would have been neat to experiment with you when I was single." "You're not going to tell your husband about this, are you?" "No," She said. "And I'll delete everything after I watch, if you want me to." "Well, let's see how it turns out." I told her. So she gave me a 2GB flash drive... - And that was the end of our lunch break. The next day, as we sat down together for lunch, I gave back her USB drive and said, "Enjoy." "So you did it?" She asked, "How'd it turn out? Do you think I'm going to like it?" "It's not bad." I told her. "I had to turn on some extra lamps, but you'll definitely be able to see everything you asked about." "Was it difficult for you?" "It was a little hard to keep the camera focused there at the end," I said, "So it's a little 'amateurish' but... Well, it was a pretty decent one for me, as you'll see." "Did you rent a video? Or just find something online to watch?" "I found a decent video, actually. It was called, 'Legendary Cumshots'. But mine was actually more legendary that the ones on the DVD, that's for sure. "Cool." She replied, "Don't tell me any more about it. I'm looking forward to watching it tonight." "You'll have to let me know your thoughts, Sallee." I replied. Then I asked her, "Do you want to watch the DVD, too? I've got it out in my truck. It's not due until Saturday." "I guess I could." She answered. "It might be nice to see what makes you have a 'legendary' one, right? Was there any part of the video that really did it for you?" "The last one," I told her. "I watched that one 3 or 4 times, actually. Then I set up the camera and... Well, you'll see for yourself." "What was so good about the last one?" She inquired. "Well," I replied, "Obviously, the guy wasn't using a condom, and the camera zoomed in pretty close towards the end... It was just neat to watch. Then it went to slow motion and it showed the guy really pumping... Then when he pulled out, it didn't shoot out all that far, but he had 5 or 6 good spurts... It ended up on her stomach and in her short and curlies, but a lot came out, and it looked like it must have felt really good while he was doing that." "So that's what does it for you?" "Sometimes." I said. "If you want to, you can watch the DVD first. Then, after the last scene you can watch me on your computer and see how much it did for me." Okay." She said. ...And that was the end of our lunch break. So the next day, as we sat down to lunch, Sallee said to me, "Wow. That was pretty impressive." "I take it you liked it." I replied. "So that's what it's like every time for you?" She asked me, "When you're with a girl, and you pull out at the end, it's like that, too?" "Pretty much." I answered, "Sometimes there's less, but sometimes there's more." "Even more than that?" Sallee exclaimed, "That was a lot. I counted like 8 spurts. And it didn't look all that 'amateurish' to me." Then she looked right at me and asked, "So that's how you do it, huh? I couldn't imagine my husband ever shooting that much out at one time. That's like 2 months worth for him. Wow. And you say it feels really intense when that much comes out?" "It does." I told her. "That DVD was pretty good, too," She remarked. "I can see why you liked that last scene. I liked the close up and the slow-motion there at the end. That was neat." "Worked for me." I said. "Yeah, I saw." She said with a wink and a smile. "Thanks for doing that for me. I suppose you want me to erase it now that I've seen it, huh?" "You can keep it." I told her. But just for you, okay? No sharing. I wouldn't want anyone else seeing that. Even though my face isn't in it. I just did that for you, okay?" "Okay, cool." She said. "You know I watched it about 10 times last night." "Did you have an orgasm, too?" I asked. "How did you know?" She asked increduously. "You're blushing." I told her. "But seriously, it's okay. I don't mind. Why else would you have asked me for it?" "I just liked how... Well, right before it happened... I liked how that little bit squirted out at first and how I could see your thing stiffen up, your grip kind of changed, and your stomach tightened up and then that first real spurt... I like how it shot up, and then it came back down just as the next one shot out, and so forth... How far did it shoot up? It went off the screen." "I don't know. I'd say 3 feet." "So you make a huge mess like that every time, huh?" She asked me. "Most of the time." I answered. "Especially if it's been a while. Sometimes, if I find a movie I like, and I do that early on, I'll do it again an hour or so later, and the 2nd time only a little usually comes out." "Huh," She said. Then she asked, "Do you usually do it with your left hand?" "I do." I told her. "I don't know why, but I just do." "Hey," She added. "Now I understand why you said it was so hard to do that into that container when you had to submit your 'little sample' after your vasectomy. Only I guess it really wasn't all that little, was it?" "No, it wasn't." I said. "And now I can see why you like to pull out at the end." She said. "When that much comes out, I think I'd want to watch, too." "Are you going to watch it again tonight?" I asked. "Yeah." She said. "My husband's still out of town, so why not, eh? Oh, last night? while I was watching you do that... I got to thinking that maybe that's why you aren't very lucky at getting blow-jobs. I mean, I don't mind swallowing at the end, but I honestly don't know what I'd do if I was doing that with someone and they shot 8 spurts like that in my mouth..." "Well, you never know until you try, right?" I asked her. "Is that an invitation?" She asked me. "The invitation's always been there." I told her. "But I think you knew that." "I guess I knew that." She said. "Well anyway, thank you for making that video for me. I liked the pictures, too. That was neat watching it grow from small and soft to so big and hard like that. I was kind of impressed with how big it got. Were you watching the video when you took those?" "I was." I replied. "Except for the ones after the video." "There's more?" She asked. "I took some afterwards, too. Showing all of it on my stomach and chest, and showing it go from hard back to soft." "Cool. I didn't see those yet." She said. "I'll be sure to check those out tonight." "Well, I'm glad you liked it." I said. "I did." She replied. Then she asked, "Did you mind doing that? Would you ever do that again?" "I probably would." I told her. "Especially now that I know you enjoy watching." "Cool." Was her reply. "You'll have to let me know next time it's 'been a while' for you. I might be interested in watching another video." "Ten times?" I asked with a smile. "Maybe." Sallee replied ...And that was the end of our lunch break. So a few months go by and I came back on a Friday from working in the field. My flight didn't make it in in time for lunch, but as I was turning in my expense report, Sallee caught me in the hallway and asked, "So how was your trip?" "Good." I answered. "Glad to be home?" She asked. "I am." I replied. "So, uh..." She paused, "Planning on renting anything 'good' from the video store this weekend?" "Actually..." I told her, "I made a copy of that last DVD I rented. You remember the one I let you borrow? I could probably just watch that one again, if I needed to." "Are you feeling that urge again?" She asked me. "I'll probably do something tonight or this weekend." I answered. "Why? Do you want me to record it again?" "Well..." She hesitated, "How long has it been? Would it be like last time? That was really neat...But I don't have my USB drive here today... What are you doing tomorrow?" "Let's see..." I replied. "Since it's a Saturday, I'll probably do laundry, run errands, go to the store... No special plans." "Why don't you stop by the office tomorrow. I'll be here catching up on all the stuff I didn't get done during the week." "I guess I could." I said. "Cool." She said. "So, uh... Just... Can you hold off for another day?" "What do you mean?" I asked. "Just don't watch that video tonight, okay?" she replied. "Or you could watch it, but just don't do anything. Could you do that?" "Ahh... I guess I could." I said. " I guess I'll see you tomorrow." So I stopped by the office on Saturday around lunchtime. Sallee was there, along with two other office people. When we went back to her desk, she said to me, "Well, I was sort of hoping nobody else would be working this weekend. I had something I wanted to ask you." "Ask away." I said. "So..." She paused. "Did your copy of that DVD you made turn out?" "Hey, now that you mentioned it." I told her, "I watched it again and even watched the bonus features last night. There's more in the bonus features than there was in the movie." "Cool." She replied. Then she whispered, "So... I was wondering... I kind of wanted to watch that DVD again... But... Ummm.... Oh, what the heck... Would you like to watch it with me tonight? I had an idea." "Sure. What's your idea?" "Well... Could you meet me back here at 10:30 tonight?" "Here?" I asked. "Why not?" She asked. "Why 10:30?" I intoned. "My husband calls me at home at 9:30 every night." We usually hang up around 10. Then I could meet you here. You could bring the DVD. Would that work for you?" "Sure." I said. "So I'll see you here at 10:30 tonight." "Awesome." Sallee replied. I pulled into the parking lot at 10:25 that night, and Sallee was standing by one of the open receiving bay doors. She motioned me to drive into the bay. So I did and she shut the door behind me. I grabbed the DVD and got out of the truck. She told me, "This way nobody will know we're here." "Okay." I said, then I asked, holding up my bootleg DVD, "So where are we going to watch this?" "I was thinking we could use the conference room. There are curtains on the windows in there. Plus it has that overhead projector." So we went into the conference room. Sallee set up the laptop and the projector. We dimmed the lights and put in the DVD. "Do you want to watch the whole thing?" I asked. "Sure." She replied, starting the first scene "Why not?" So we watched the first scene. The couple was using a condom. Sallee asked me, "So would you say you've done it more with or without wearing a condom?" "With." I answered, "My first girlfriend made me always wear one, remember? And we were together over 3 years. I've only done it without one maybe 10 or 15 times. As opposed to 250, maybe 300 times with one." "Wow." She said. We continued watching. At the end, it showed the guy spewing onto the girl's face. It didn't show the couple stop, or remove the condom. It just jumped right to the facial. "Interesting." Sallee said. She then asked me, "Have you ever done it like that?" "Nope." I said. "There was that one time with my first girlfriend... I told you about it. Remember the aborted blowjob?" "I remember." She said. "And I did that a few times with Ricki, but it was from being between her boobs. I never actually pointed it with my hand and shot it all over a girl's face on purpose, though." "I see." She responded. So we continued watching. The next scene also showed the couple doing it with a condom. But this scene had sort of a unique ending. The camera zoomed in close, and we could really see the penetration. Then the guy withdrew, but didn't remove the condom. The close-up camera showed the guy letting go into the condom. There were probably 4 decent-sized spurts and we could see it starting to fill up. Sallee asked me, "Did you ever do that?" "Not like that, no." I responded, "I always just left it inside if I was wearing one. I have done that a couple of times by myself, though." "You played with yourself with a condom on?" She asked. "How'd that work?" "Pretty much like we just watched that guy do." I told her, "But by myself. I imagined I was doing it like that guy, but then at the end, at least twice as much came out. It looked like a weird half-filled water balloon" "Cool." "But it's still way better without one." I explained. "I just tried it because I had one, and I was curious." We continued watching, and we made it to the final scene. After the guy pulled out and squirted into and all over the girl's pubic hair, Sallee backed up the DVD and we watched it a 2nd time. And a 3rd. Then she paused it and asked me, "So this is what does it for you, eh? Watching the guy pull out at the end and get it all over the girl's stomach?" "Pretty much." I replied. "That's pretty much how it ends when I'm with someone, so I guess that's why I enjoy watching these. It brings back memories." As we were watching it the 4th time, she put her hand on my leg and slid it up to the obvious bulge in front and asked me, "So yours is as big as that guy's, huh?" "You're starting something, Sallee." I told her. "Don't start something unless you want to finish it." "I'm fine with that." She said. She kept her hand where it was. Then she asked me, "That's how you like to do it, though. Isn't it? Was that how it was those times with that girl Rikki?" "Pretty much." I agreed. "She had a lot of hair, and it was really dark like that. Except I tried not to get any of it in her hair. I aimed a little higher." "I see." She said as the scene faded to black. Then she asked, "So what now?" "Did you want to watch those bonus scenes I told you about?" "Definitely." Was her reply. So we watched the bonus scenes. There was one girl-on-girl scene. I asked Sallee if she'd ever done that and she said no: She was strictly a guy/girl kind of gal. She then asked me if I liked watching two girls together like that and I replied not really: It was nice to see the close-up of the one girl's vagina and the other's tongue, but I preferred guy/girl action myself. The final bonus scene showed bloopers and outtakes. Every time it showed a guy's climax, Sallee would grip my shaft through my jeans. After watching the bonus scene, we went back to the final scene and watched the ending again. She asked me, "So that's really how you like to finish, huh?" Then she started unbuttoning her shirt. As she was removing her bra, I started taking my clothes off as well. I asked her, "So I guess you want to watch me do what I did for you in that video I gave you - only in person, huh?" She slid her jeans and panties off in one move and said to me, "Nope. I don't want you to have to use your hand to do that, silly. I want us to actually do what those two were doing in that scene. I want to feel you rock-hard in me. I want you to fuck me hard until you cum and then I want you to pull out and just let it go all over me. Are you okay with all that?" "Wow." I said, taken aback. "I guess I can do all that. But I subscribe to the 'fair-is-fair' mentality, Sallee. If you want me to have an orgasm, then you get to have one too. I couldn't last long enough inside you for that to happen..." "I understand." She interrupted, "I don't need to have one right away." I had her sit on the conference table. I leaned her back, spread her legs and started on her with my lips, my tongue and my fingers. I teased her lightly for a while, but then I got serious and worked on bringing her to a climax. It didn't take all that long, though. Maybe watching the video helped. After she had her orgasm she said to me, "Wow. It's been a while since anybody's done that for me. I think I like this 'fair-is-fair' mentality of yours." "It's only fair." I replied. "Besides, I really wanted to try that with you. That was the first time I did that with anyone who was completely shaved down there." "You're really good. I'll definitely say that." She said. Then she slid my underwear off and said, "My turn." and started licking and sucking on me. I made her stop after less than a minute, though. "So how long has it been for you?" She asked. "Since when?" I asked, "Since I've been with anybody? Or since I've had my last orgasm?" "You haven't been with anyone since that girl who tried to trick you, have you? That was what? 6 months ago? I know that. But how long since your last, uh... You know, um, release?"She asked. "Is there going to be a lot of it for me?" "There will." I told her. "It's Saturday, right? Well, technically Sunday, since it's well after midnight, now. So it's been a full 3 weeks now. I can feel it inside me. There's going to be a lot, trust me." "Awesome." She exclaimed. "I can't wait." So I climbed up on the table with her and positioned myself so I could insert my shaft into her. As I was sliding it in, she said, "It's a good thing you got that vasectomy, huh? Otherwise we wouldn't be doing this, since I'm not on the pill anymore." "You feel really good." I told her, as I penetrated her fully and felt my balls against her butt. "A little better than a 'warm glass of water', huh?" She asked, smiling. "WAY better." I answered. "I can definitely tell that you're not a mom, that's for sure." So we kept at it for a little while. It was neat doing it on the big oak conference room table. But it wasn't long before I could feel the inevitable start to happen. I let her know by saying, "All right... Here it comes." "Do it all over me." Sallee said. I felt it build quickly, since it had been so long for me, so I pulled it out a little early, used my hand for the last 5 or 6 strokes until I felt everything really start to tense up... And then I absolutely exploded. [video]http://www.xvideos.com/video220620/kara_novak_cumshot[/video] (note: I can't get this video to play here in the story so you'll have to the site above to watch it - sorry) There must have been 7 or 8 big spurts that first time. There was semen on her shoulder, on her boobs, on her stomach, on the table, and since we were on a hard table instead of a soft bed or a couch, I wasn't able to lean forward like I usually tried to do, so some even ended up dribbling out at the end onto her shaved vagina. But it was absolutely amazing. Sallee even said as much as she sat up a little afterwards and simply said, "Wow." as she looked at all I had released. I noticed it was dripping down her side and down her stomach as she sat up so I went into the closet and came back with a roll of paper towels to clean her up with. After I cleaned her up and dried her off, cleaned off the table and dried myself off, we sat next to one another in the comfortable chairs. "That was pretty amazing." She said. "It was." I agreed. "Did you count how many times you squirted?" She asked me. "7 or 8 pretty good ones." I answered. "Plus a few dribbles there at the end." "It felt like warm rain." She stated, "There was so much of it. I just couldn't imagine my husband ever being able to do it like that. Besides, I'm usually on top when he has his orgasm. He doesn't like to pull out, anyway." We caught our breath for a while, then she asked, "So how long before you'll be able to do it again?" "Tonight?" I asked in return? "If we watched some of that video again, I could probably try again in an hour or so." "Okay, let's try it." She replied. "This is the only night I'm going to do this with you, so we might as well make it count, right?" "Why not?" I answered. So we watched it again, still naked, and of course we watched the last scene a few more times until I felt myself stiffening up again. Sallee climbed up onto the table again, this time on her hands and knees. I climbed up and entered her from behind. "You feel really big this way." She exclaimed as I put it all the way in. "And you feel really small." I said in return. "I want you to come on my stomach again," She said, "So don't get too carried away back there." "No problem." I said. We tried a few different positions and I was able to last 25 to 30 minutes. At some point, she was on top of me and she had another orgasm and looked incredibly beautiful when she was lost in her own ecstasy. Then we swapped positions and I got back on top of her. I held it in as long as I could, but when I couldn't hold it back any longer, I withdrew my shaft, pointed it at her stomach and let go a few decent sized squirts, more than I thought I was going to. The first one shot out at least 6 inches. "Wow!" Sallee exclaimed, "It's really warm this time. Almost hot. That felt really good. Was it good for you, too?" "Of course." I answered. "There's not really a bad orgasm, is there?" "I guess not." She replied. "That's quite a mess there, big shooter. I thought you weren't supposed to do so much the second time. That's still more than I've ever seen my husband do." So I got out the paper towels again and cleaned off her stomach. I paid special attention to getting all of it out of her belly-button and cleaning up her belly-button ring. "See what I meant about having to clean out your belly-button?" I asked. "Oh," she responded, "I guess I'll just have to take a shower when I get back home. I was actually planning on it in case you got any in there - which you did - both times." So I dried her off with a second batch of paper towels and we both noticed that it was after 4 o'clock in the morning. "Holy Crap!" Sallee said. " It'll be getting light soon. I guess we both better be heading home." "I guess." I said. "I know I don't need to say this," She let me know, "But this goes no farther than this. It was definitely fun, and I think we both needed to do it this one time..." "Of course." I agreed. "It was definitely awesome, but we don't need to do it again. And don't worry. I'm never going to say anything about this. I'm glad we got to do it, though." "Me, too." She said, "Me too." And that was the end of our... Well, our overnight rendezvous in the conference room. I stayed busy working in the field for the next six months or so. It was the middle of summer and the days were long. One day when I was back at home, Sallee and I were able to once again sit down and have lunch together at our usual table. We caught up on work-stuff for awhile and then she asked me, "So what's new in your life? Do you have a story for me yet?" "It must be your lucky day," I told her. "I have a couple of them for you." "Really?" She asked, "Things must be getting lucky for you, then, too. So let's hear them." "Okay..." I replied. "Well, remember how I told you about this girl I was writing to? The one that lived 1-1/2 hours away?" "I remember." She replied. "Did you and her, you know? Do the deed?" "It took a few months," I told her. "But yes, we did." "Good for you." Was her reply. Then she asked, "So how did it go?" "That first time..." I answered, "Well, it was her first time ever." "Really?" Sallee asked. "How old is this girl?" "She's 28." I replied. "But she just hadn't done it yet. She's a lot like me. Non-smoker, non-drinker, not much into the bar scene." "That's awesome." She said. "So how was her first time?" "Well, I took it slow," I told her. "But she still bled. And even going slow, it didn't take me very long. But I did something I never did before." "What?" "I didn't pull out at the end." I said. "I thought about it, but then I also thought I might as well see what all the fuss was about. So when the time came I just let it all go inside of her." "So did you like doing it like that?" She asked. "Not really," I replied, "It didn't do a whole lot for me. It's hard to explain, Sallee. I couldn't feel as much that way. I mean, I knew that I was having an orgasm, and I understood that stuff must have been coming out of me, but it just seems so much more real for me when I get to look down, pull it out and get to feel it in my hand and see it with my eyes that it's actually happening." "I can see that." She said. "Especially with you." Then she asked, "So have you done that with her yet?" "Pulled out?" I asked. "You did, didn't you?" "I did." I replied. "A couple of times. It was a little different with her, but still definitely better that way." "Did she like it?" Sallee asked. "I think so." I said. "So how was it different" She asked. "We were in a hotel. We took a little overnight trip. We took a bath together first. Then we climbed into bed together and started making love. She still bled a little, but she said it didn't hurt. When I started getting close I asked her if it was okay if I just came on her stomach. She said that it would be okay so when that magic moment arrived, I just pulled out and did it like I was used to before my vasectomy." "Did you still do your usual... You know? 7 spurts or more?" "5 or 6." I replied. "It had only been less that a week after the first time." "So what did she think about you doing that all over her stomach?" "Well, this is where it became different for me. Usually after I do that, I will get up and get a towel or something to clean her up afterwards." "I know." She said. "If you make a mess you clean it up. I still think that's very decent of you, actually." "Thanks. I try." I replied. "Well, anyway, I pulled out, released those 5 or 6 spurts or so, but after I was done, she held her arms out and wanted me to lie back down on top of her. I asked her if she wanted me to clean her up, but she just said she wanted me to hold her." "So..." Sallee asked, "Then what?" "Well, I lied back down on top of her and held her. I could feel it all warm and slippery between us. When I finally rolled over and we were just lying side by side, we just rubbed it into each other's skin until it dried up." "That doesn't sound so bad." She said. "I didn't mind it at all." I admitted. "It was just different." "So how many times have you guys done it?" "Three total." I replied. "The first time, and then twice so far where I pulled out." "Have you had a really big one with her yet?" She asked. "Yeah." I answered with a smile. "Our third time, or the second time I pulled out. That one was a good one. I waited two weeks for that one." "Two weeks, huh?" She asked, "So how many spurts?" "At least 8." I told her. "Cool" She said. Then she asked, "So do you think there's a future for the two of you?" Sallee asked. "I do." I told her. "We have so much in common." "Does she know you've had a vasectomy?" She asked me. "I told her early on." I said. "And... What about having little ones?" She asked. "We've talked about it a lot, so I know you're not a big fan, but what about her?" "She said she's not even sure she can have any." I explained. "She hardly ever gets a period. Her doctor says she might not be able to." "Do you like her a lot?" She asked me. "I do." I replied. "Do you think she's pretty?" "I think she's beautiful." I answered. "And the sex is good?" She asked. "She's okay with it that you like to pull out at the end?" "She doesn't mind at all." I answered. "And she didn't mind when there was a lot of it?" "She didn't seem to." I replied. "Like I said, that third time there must have been 8 squirts... It was all the way up to her her neck, and it was dripping off the sides of her boobs... She didn't seem to mind." "Speaking of boobies?" Sallee asked. "Have you done that with her yet?" "Yes." I said, laughing, "We did that a few times before we actually had sex. And we just did it again last weekend when we went camping." "They're big enough?" She asked. "Plenty." I told her. "More than plenty. But you know what I say about that." "It's not the size of them that matters..." She started. And I finished with, "But how she uses them." "That's funny." She said. "And she doesn't mind doing that with you, either, huh?" "Nope." I replied. "And that last time was the messiest so far. There was a lot of it. Just before I finished, I asked her if she was okay with me making a big mess and she just said she didn't mind - she liked to see that it made me feel really good." "Well good for you." Sallee said. Then she asked, jokingly, "So when's the wedding?" "I was actually thinking about looking at engagement rings, Sallee." I told her. "Wow!" She exclaimed. "It must be getting serious for you." "I've just never met anyone like her." I said. Well, I'm happy for you." She replied. "Thank you." I answered. "So I guess that's the end of you telling me stories, huh." She said. "I wouldn't feel right having you tell me about stuff you did with your wife. The past was different. Does that make any sense to you?" "I guess." I answered. "It's been nice sharing stories with you, though." "I liked them, too." She told me. "I think we both helped each other learn a lot." "Definitely." I replied. And that's the end of this story! Thanks for reading the whole thing.