I had it all figured out this thing called life, or so I thought. Turns out life can kick you in the balls when you're not looking and turn your whole world around. I'm a jock, sorry,
was
a jock; I guess once you graduate high school unless you go pro or get a scholarship you're not technically a jock anymore. I still run and lead an active life though and therefore am fit for my 19 year age.
The aforementioned figuring out part was that I was a high school jock who had a cheerleader girlfriend and we were going to get married and live the perfect life. All our friends were envious, hell I would have been if I weren't me, she was a crazy hot blonde who drew catcalls and the eyes of everyone attending our basketball games. And I guess I shouldn't sell myself short, I'm six foot, thick brown hair and eyes that seem to change color with what I wear, blue, grey, green. Amber, my hot girlfriend -- oh and I'm Jack by the way -- had a favorite blues shirt she used to make me wear, loved how blue it made my eyes.
The shirt became code for she was horny as I always got lucky with her when I wore it. Yes we were fucking. She called it making love but I thought of it as pounding pussy. I have stamina being an athlete and all so I dug into my reserves on the rare times we got together and really pounded her out, she was good with the yelling and the moaning and the thrashing and was quick to change positions. My favorite was her variation of downward dog that she learned in her yoga classes.
I'd always show up early to pick her up from the classes to get a good look at the hotties there wearing nothing much really, layers of spandex which I'm pretty sure were even thinner than the condoms I'd wear when me and Amber would "make love". Yeah, we wore protection because we had plans for life that didn't include staying in our small town. Amber wasn't just beautiful she was rocket science smart and finished third in our school class in grade point average. Me on the other hand, I'd just as soon not thin too much, it's not my strongest point.
So this is where life first took that kick at my balls, a grazing blow that didn't drop me but certainly made my dick shrivel into itself to hide, which is a feet unto itself - yes, I'm doing good down there. Amber let it be known often as I'd pound away with my eight inch, thick as she'd remind me often, dick that it's the reason she was with me. Darn, and I thought it was for my brain. Well the kick was that she got accepted to one of the colleges we applied to together but guess who did not?
So when summer ended we had been fighting a lot, I don't mostly know why but we did and then there she was on a plane, which I've never been on one by the way, and gone three thousand miles away. We had Skype though and man did we use it. She would finger herself much slower than I used to do to her and she would moan and grab her tits like crazy while I stroked myself hard and throbbing wishing I had use of her mouth or pussy. When I would finally shoot my load she would jerk in surprise because it comes on quite fast and then like a Jackson Pollock painting would be all over the place. I always thought it was her skills that made me cum so hard but no I guess I'm just a natural and always took to it like a fish on an underwater bicycle.
This went on almost daily the first week and she would say she was thinking she would fly home just so she could get a fuck saying she needed to be fucked so badly. I should have made note that she didn't mention she needed to be fucked by
me
but no I didn't make that connection until after life was done with the groin kicking. Well week two found Amber very busy, classes and roommate and matriculation which was messing with my ejaculation. I made a vow to save my cum for her so I had a load building something awful and was horny most the time. Plenty of girls in town were making intentions known since my girl was gone and all but I'm true and besides it all sounded complicated and as I mentioned, I could do without the regular thinking.
So finally Friday night we hooked up again and I'm not gonna lie I was getting crazy with heat. I was hard in a country minute and was really stroking hard, using both hands, switching hands. Soon I was not even noticing her pussy anymore, I was in my head and finding my legs shaking I had waited so long. I was moaning louder than her even and saying how much I needed to fuck. I also didn't note till after the ball kicking that I didn't say I needed to fuck Amber, just fuck.
Her moans were bringing me back though and I saw she had gone in tight on the screen which she had never done before. She was stroking that screen sized pussy real good and it was sopping wet, more than I'd seen of her before. Her grunts were more animal but so were mine. I attributed it to her being in as much heat as I was. Then she did something new, she reached in with her right hand and stuck her two middle fingers into her wet pussy and started a stroke like she was scratching the top of her pussy and I heard "oh fuck, oh fuck, give me that cock, fuck me I'm going to come!" Then her breath stopped for all of a second and her body shook and she screamed, "oh, oh ffffffucccck! Nnnnnngggh, oh, oo" and from there it went into no language I ever heard of before and next thing you know she was squirting!
I have the internet I've seen this before but never did I dream it of Amber and then I got the shock of my life as I was about to cum myself. She apparently regained her senses and scrambled to the wet screen and started blotting it with tissues, and the voice that said "sorry about your computer, I didn't mean too..." was not the face of Amber. This brunette with tits on the fuller size of Amber's was looking right at me and dabbing the screen. Maybe it was the filter of the pussy juices but I swear she could have been an angel, well maybe n ot, what with her fingers in her pussy just moments ago and now wiping her cum off a screen.
"I want to see that cum baby," she pleaded and I was quick to oblige. "Ahh, fuck I'm coming for you Angel, uhhhhhhhh, fuck...." I screamed and then I think I started speaking that same non-existent language she had just done. My first two shots actually went right past my face and somewhere over my head (I later found and cleaned one but the other shot will apparently always remain a mystery.) And after those first shots it just coming out, I don't know if it was the surprise or how long I waited but I was squirting a gallon and every spurt made me shake and it felt so good.
"Angel, I like that," the clearly not an Angel said. "Amber said you had a nice one, she wasn't kidding but she didn't mention the whole cum thing, shame on her, best part, yum." Yep, definitely not an Angel.
"Can I speak to the girlfriend in question so as to find out what the hell is going on?" I asked what I thought was an appropriate question.
"She had something to do. She has been feeling bad about blue balling you so much lately so she had me sit in for her."
"But she started on this call," I said while thinking - thinking sucks.
"And left as soon as you closed your eyes which was some time ago. I was her stunt pussy."
"Oscar worthy I'm sure, that two finger thing I'm gonna borrow that." I said with all due seriousness.