No great anecdote on the performance, however...
I remember a voice in my head continiously whispering: "Oh my fucking God...oh my fucking God...this is actually happening.. don't fuck it up..." While I remained as quiet as Anne Frank.

The only other real memory I have of the event was, and I don't wish to be graphic, but - it was the MOST I ever physically ejaculated.

You see, being a sensetive guy, I went for the spectacular porno money shot on her lovely young tits. However instead of the usual teaspoon or so of man love, I produced what appeared to be a full litre of 'baby gravy'.

Shocked by this loveless emission sullying her physical perfection and the shattered attempted tenderness of physical love, she was silenced with horror -as was I -in bemusement of how I produced so much sex liquid when at the time I was bashing the bishop at least three times a day.

So, yes, there she was covered from waist to face in sexual effluvient waiting for me to do something or say something. So, I carefully leant over to her bedroom radiator and selected a towel to wipe this runny sex debris away. I pawed at a dark red towel - she shook her head, then I reached for the white one - she nodded and I wiped her down.

We went to sleep and in the morning I was free. We never saw again, but I thank girls like that for us turning boys into the supercharged sex professors we are today.

All hail lovely girls with sweet smelling wipe-clean skin.
( Your Mum, Mon 7 Mar 2005, 22:28, Reply)