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After my first relationship with Harley ended so poorly, I would eventually begin dating a girl we will call Angel. Now, I’ll remind those who read the first story, I’ve at all times been a big guy. At the time of this story I was well over 200, but I wore it well. And, since this is a sex story, I guess I’ll just say I have never been accused of being small in any regard…not massive, but enough to get a few wide eyed reactions here and there back in the day.

Anyway, if we are doing to obligatory descriptions, Angel, in contrast to myself and even my last girlfriend with Harley was probably just over 100 pounds, with curly brown hair, small but supple tits, and the softest smooth skin…her skin was so soft I could rub the tip of my dick against anywhere on her body and get off on it (which I did more than once).

I have a few stories about Angel, so I’ll begin off with one or two here.

When I met Angel she was a good little catholic girl, wondered sex was a sin, wanted to wait until marriage, had very strict parents, etc etc. I was a horny young man and before I knew it I had her agreeing to jerk me off.

The first time we sat on a couch and she was so shy and inexperienced, it was really quite cute. She was impressed by my dick, but I just assumed because she had never seen one. I taught her how to stroke me, and she must have been excited because she did it for a long time with no complaint. I would switch off with her on occasion, jerking myself off to give her a rest, but when I got close I let her do the deed.

“I’m gonna cum soon.”
“What does that mean?”

God she was innocent. And fascinated when I told her what was going to happen, even more so as she jerked me off and I exploded in her hand for the first time.

So handjobs were a regular thing now. Unfortunately I had fantastic stamina back then, and she would often tire out before I came…the raw excitement of that first time worn off i guess. But as time went on she got better, and she must have enjoyed it because we started getting risky with it…which often got me off more, and she was able to finish me. For example… more than once she would masturbate me in the back of the car when my parents would drive us places.

One day in the summer we were at a family members house. Now this house the living room and kitchen were one room, divided by a counter. With family sitting in the living room I had my outer shirt (like a bowling shirt I guess) off and over my lap because of the heat. Angel, feeling frisky I guess, decided to pull my dick out from under the shirt and while we sat there ‘watching tv’ over the counter…she was stroking away. And goddamn were hands were so soft.

The public nature of this was a thrill for me, and I was *diamonds*. When I tell you I came so hard…if the shirt hadn’t been covering me it would have easily sailed up and on to the counter tops. And it just kept coming, sorry, cumming. She stroked me and I had to grab the counter myself as I pumped rope after rope…I came so long and so hard, the shirt which was red soon had a enormous crimson wet spot. (I had to ball it up and keep it out of sight the rest of the day). My cock, and her hand, were coated in cum. Then she did what she would often do, just to torture me, she took her thumb and basically used my cum as a lube to swirl it around the head of my dick…after cumming I was so sensitive I had to fight not to squirm.

After I finally stopped her she nonchalantly grabbed a paper tower and I slipped away to the bathroom to clean up the mess before it got all over my pants too.

To this day, easily one of my biggest orgasms. From that day on Angel referred to me as the ‘Super Soaker’ there was so much cum…this would become a reoccurring theme for me even to this day (stay hydrated folks).

Soon enough she was allowing me to finger her, and even eat her out, and before long we were doing everything shy of sex. But, that Christmas, she gave me a wonderful present in form of the words, “I’m ready.”

But, I’ll save that for those interested for next time…

NSFW: yes

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