Something To Remember You By

My best friend, Dean, had found a car for sale he was interested in. The car was in Richmond, a suburb to the south of Vancouver, and Dean’s car was pretty much finito so he asked if I would drive him from North Vancouver. It was a bit of a haul, but he bribed me with the promise of some first-rate weed.

We checked out the car and Dean and the seller agreed on a price. The leather back seat had a noticeable tear, so the seller agreed to get it fixed and then drive it to a midway point for Dean to pick up in a few days. The two of us stopped off at a pub not far from the seller’s place and had a few beers.

My friend was wearing a T-shirt with an image of a large peeled banana under his leather coat. Apparently the banana symbolized the fact that the wearer had a big cock. I had a nice thick cock myself, but Dean was well-known for his 8 1/2-inch slab which had been measured by his gorgeous girlfriend. 

Our waitress was a very cute redhead with shapely titties obviously unencumbered by a bra. She flirted outrageously with Dean and told him she was off in a half-hour and would like to check out if he was entitled to wear that T-shirt, “if you can lose your fifth-wheel friend.” Dean told her he was tempted even though he had a girlfriend, but that he needed me to drive him back to North Vancouver.

“But listen, if you’re into it, my friend could watch us and then jerk off for you. _____ is famous for his huge cumshots,” said Dean, trying to salvage the situation. I was just a little flabbergasted by his proposal, but the waitress was borderline beautiful with great potential as a wank-bank memory and I was persuaded to go along when she agreed. Dean and I followed her to her small, rented house in my car.

The waitress, Marlys, led us into the house and said we’d have to use her living room as her bedroom was very small. She went and got a blanket which she spread on her couch. She went back to her room and brought out a condom and some used panties. Dean was none too happy about the condom but took it from her. Marlys told me the panties were to clean my cum after I masturbated. She grabbed a kitchen chair and put it in front of the couch for me. The three of us then blew a Thai stick joint and were soon totally buzzed.

Marlys took off her shirt and revealed a set of lovely, small, firm, freckled boobies. She got out of her jeans and underwear and Dean and I both gasped. She was a natural redhead and her labia and clit were both very prominent and on proud display. Dean ripped his clothes off and his huge cock was at full-mast. It was Marlys’ turn to gasp as her eyes widened and she fell to her knees in front of Dean and worshipped his dick with a bit of a suck. She could only get the glans and maybe an inch of shaft in her mouth. Dean told her to lay on the couch and she did while he unrolled the rubber on his big penis.

I was feeling more than a little awkward as I stripped - my throbbing cock was a good two inches shorter than Dean’s. Nevertheless, I was totally enraptured by Marlys’ hot little body. I sat in the chair as Dean got over Marlys and tried to align his cock with her vag. “Aren’t you going to go down on me first?” asked Marlys. “Sorry, I don’t go for that,” answered Dean in a most arrogant fashion. I didn’t even get to offer to eat her out (I damn sure would have!), before Dean slid his big cock into her to the balls.

I couldn’t help but slowly stroke myself as I watched Marlys’ wet cunt dilate as she took that meat in and accommodated Dean’s fast, greedy thrusts. She got her heels on Dean’s ass, and seemed to try and guide him deeper. She moaned about how Dean’s cock was the biggest and best she’d ever had. That was a mistake as the totally turned-on Dean grunted and came, pulling Marlys’ tight little ass to empty himself in the condom.

Dean pulled out and took off the rubber, which only had a small wad in the end; although Dean’s cock was big, his loads weren’t. “Jeez, Dean,” complained Marlys, “I didn’t really get close to getting off with that fuck.” “That’s OK,” replied Dean, “you can finger yourself as ____ cums in front of you.” I was ready to cum almost instantly, but held back to let Marlys catch up to me.

She sat on the couch in front of me, spread her shapely thighs, and went to town on her clit. She circled it rapidly with the index and middle fingers of her right hand. Then she inserted a couple of fingers of her left hand in her cunt and pumped. Her eyes were closed and she couldn’t have seen me jacking away on my precum-slicked cock, with an occasional squeeze on my tightened balls.

Marlys came hard, grunting as she satisfied her sloppy pussy. Her sounds put me over the top, and I moaned, “Ah, Marlys, I’m gonna cum big for you. It feels so fucking good!” I hit my glory stroke and spurted insanely, my cum sensations greatly intensified by the weed we’d smoked, feeling my orgasm erupt from somewhere near my asshole.

The first rope shot two or three feet straight up in the air. The second ragged, even bigger rope splattered on my neck and chin and soaked my hairy chest. I kept pumping out thick, hot cum all over my belly and pubes until my fist had wrung every drop of jizz out of me. I sat there panting, trying to recover, and didn’t even care when Marlys grabbed a Polaroid camera off her nearby bookshelf and took a pic of the results of my most spectacular ejaculation. I wiped up with the panties and started to dress. Dean was fully erect again and Marlys took a shot of his glorious cock before he too got dressed. “Something to remember this by,” she grinned.

To this day, well over 40 years later, I wonder what became of those pictures and how many times Marlys jilled off to them.