Happy Birthday, Jeep!

On the day I turned 19, I was working at low-paying book warehouse job I was kind of trapped in. There had been a woman there I’d had a few sexual experiences with, but she’d found a better job and moved on and I was really hating the place. I had been set up for an excellently paying oil field service job for the summer in Fort McMurray, but that wouldn’t start for a few weeks yet. I had hoped to get together with some friends to celebrate my birthday, but the warehouse got a huge last-minute order and I was the only one available to deal with it. I filled the order and went home, my evening pretty much ruined. On the way back to my small basement suite, I stopped in at the LCB and bought my first legal alcohol - a six-pack of Molson Canadian. I got carded, but what the hey!

Once I got back to the suite (which was in the same general area as the high school I’d attended), it was dark and late and I decided to take the beer and a doobie down to a small beach a few blocks away for a private party. I was just about there when I ran into Wendy, who I’d gone to high school with and who still lived at her parent’s house. I’d had a few dry hump experiences with her in high school that I’ve written about, but we’d never been all that close. She had a hard-looking face, but a nice overall body and she was wearing a long, loose-fitting summer dress. She’d actually been at her boyfriend’s place (whose guts I’d always hated), gotten into a fight with him, and decided to go home. 

She asked what I was up to and I told her I was going to the beach to celebrate my 19th with a six-pack and all my friends. Wendy laughed at that and said I should buy a girl a drink. We sat at a park bench off in the trees at the beach and I cracked a couple of beers and fired up the joint. Within a few minutes we were pleasantly buzzed. Then Wendy reached over for me and slid her tongue into my mouth. Things were looking good for Jeep!

As we kissed, I felt her bra-less, smallish titties under her dress. Her nipples hardened and she dropped her hand to my crotch and squeezed my cock through my jeans. I decided to go for it and dropped to my knees on the beach in front of her. I got my head under the dress and kissed my way up her shapely thighs (Wendy had been a good, multi-lettered athlete in high school) and got to her pantied cunt. I licked her through it, she asked me if I really wanted to “do that,” and when I desperately said yes, she reached down and pulled off her panties and put them in her purse.

In the night and under the dress I couldn’t really see anything, but the musky scent of Wendy’s horniness surrounded me. I knew from our previous times together that Wendy had a very meaty snatch, and I got my tongue and lips to her big cunt lips and clit. It only took a few minutes of skillful cunni for me to get her off, moaning softly. I was rock-hard and absolutely delighted when Wendy pushed my head away and calmly said, “Go ahead and fuck me.”

I got out from under the long dress and stood to drop my jeans and underwear and free my pre-cum dripping, thick, curved cock. In the meantime, Wendy leaned forward over the park bench and threw her dress up over her back. I stood behind her and bent my knees a bit so I could get my cock up against her hot, wet pussy. We both pushed and I slid into her tight cunt to the balls. The weed we’d smoked distorted our sense of time, but it still took only a minute or two of steady thrusting before I was ready to blow my horny, pent-up load.

I gasped, “Sorry, Wendy, but I’m gonna cum, right now!” I hit the glory stroke and buried my shaft completely inside her. Wendy humped back hard and I came like crazy into her sweet cum receptacle. I blew several pulsating spurts and filled her up good. It felt like the ejaculation would never end. We rested a few seconds, panting heavily, and when I withdrew my cock, a big dollop of my cum leaked onto her bush and down her thigh. Wendy passed me the panties and asked me to wipe her clean. I did so and we sat on the bench again.

My cock was still completely hard and I guided her hand to it. “Jesus, that thing never goes down, does it?” Wendy chuckled. She wrapped her palm around my meat and jacked me off, hard and steady. I’d just shot that big load, but Wendy made me spurt three or so mini-ropes as I groaned in pleasure. She wiped the cum off her hand and my cock with my shirttails, gave me a little peck on my cheek, said “Happy birthday, ____,” and left for the short walk home.

I pulled up my jeans and underwear over my cummy shirt, and headed off for my suite, my balls and perineum well-worked over and most satisfyingly drained.

Best of all, I still had four beers left from my sixpack!