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Blogs > happytmes2 > 60 Going on 38

Game planning at 50, Part I  

happytmes2 68M
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6/16/2010 7:27 am

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Game planning at 50, Part I

Then:
We were clever. Our parents had no clue. Not like today when have to post their exploits on facebook for all the adult world to see. It was right after the all-star game (we won, remember Ray Woodard, the A&M running back that went from an unstoppable bowling ball to Jabba the Hutt and ate himself out of a future in the NFL?). We had gotten 4 rooms. The parents thought two rooms for the 4 girls and two for the 4 guys. If our told us this today, we couldn't stop laughing. Of course, each couple got a room. Even after the game, the adrenaline rush was so high, no fatigue had set in. We wasted no time and went straight to the room. Foreplay was unlocking the door and the clothes hit the floor. Two minutes later, round one was over.

Rounds two, three and four followed in rapid succession. Amazing how a 19 year old male mind works when resting beside that 19 year old female naked body for a whole night for the first time. No cops knocking on the fogged up windows. No listening for the parents to get back home. Having just played in the elite all-star game you can imagine the feeling. To borrow a phrase, "King Kong....ain't got nothing....on me!"

Round five takes a bit longer. It's about two in the morning and adrenaline is long gone, but Superman is still flying. God bless her, she is getting sore, but she is a gamer. Not one complaint. I collapse with shear exhaustion. I can't cum. Fuck! That probably should be the end, but dammit, I roll over, grab her breast, and wood returns. Round five is in the books.

Round six (the first attempt) goes on and on and on. Muscle fatigue sets in. My leg cramps and I jump outta the saddle and stand straight up. Round six is aborted. That just pisses me off...

I can't sleep. Now I am as angry as my other (sore) head. She senses this lying next to me and soothes my raw cock with her warm soft mouth. Damn, life still exists. I stand her up and hit it from behind, fearing another cramp. I have new life and less muscle fatigue. Round six finally has it's happy ending.

The skin on my cock is an inflamed red. I didn't check, but I am sure it is glowing under the covers. I can't touch it without pain, like a penis sized paper cut. It is throbbing, and not in a good way. We roll over and my hand avoids her breasts for fear of another blood surge.

The last couple of hours of the night pass uneventfully before the sun hits the room. We lay together and talk about our night. 8 attempts with 6 completions. I turn to her and suggest we will never have another chance for a 7th "nut". Not missing a beat, she sucks me hard (not a difficult task). Despite the (still) soreness on both of our parts, the 7th nut comes mercifully quick without incident. Volume is significantly down from round one, but that is okay. Seven is in official. It hurts to walk as the jeans fit too tightly to the crotch. She can barely walk as well, as we hold onto each other as we amble down to meet our other satisfied party members. No one discusses the night, but we know. Well, at least they think they know. They are only about half right...

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