The First Sergeant warned us: “But you don’t know her.” “Yes, I do.”
They will make you fall in love. They know what to say. They know what to do. Then know when to do it, and they know when to say it. They know how to make you feel. They will wash your dick. She will hold your arm and stroll you around the entire city. You will think that she is showing you off, and introducing you, but she is showing every other woman her property, and warning them to stay away.
My previous record was four. That needs a little explaining. To meet the criteria for the record, you must have penile penetration, you must orgasm, and the willing, live, females must not be aware that you have had sex with other women on that particular day.
I laid my wife, Claire, at approximately 0340 hours that morning. That was a bigger miracle than breaking the record. I was up early to pack for bowling night when she made her surprise attack. The act only took me five minutes. Then, I met my most frequent and easy strange piece of patch at a park about a mile from my work. We do not always meet, only when we are both in town early, and nobody else is in our spot. That nut came off at approximately 0525 hours. After work, I checked my voice-mail, and discovered that a great piece that I had not seen in a while was waiting for me. It was at this time, it dawned on me. I had a shot at the record.
Roughly two beers into the meeting, my cooperative friend claimed, “My brother’s house is only a couple miles from here. He has a fridge full of booze, and he is not home.” That nut came off at approximately 1545 hours. She was shaved clean, the best by far so far, and also the fi rst to orgasm -- as if I cared.
A previous arrangement was made to meet a former classmate for supper. There was no previous intention to obtain anything other than a bite to eat, but now there was a goal in mind. I begged for her to mount me in the parking lot. It was getting dark, and she did not take much convincing. The fourth orgasm was work, probably because of the others, and/or the location, but it came off at roughly 1750 hours.
Bowling night was planned, but the hook-up was not. I met a young lady who was leaving for The Great Lakes Naval Training Facility in a few short months. I convinced the future “Wave” that she needed some experience from a salty Marine. She had an unbelievably gorgeous ass, and I hit it for over half an hour, doggy-style. That effort was incredible, but enjoyable. Hell, I was happy as a mother-fucker, maybe even more than that. Number five came off at 2157. I was watching my watch.
Potsy the one-eyed Nazi was beyond getting sore. With the record broken, and Captain Morgan needing some additional attention, I called it an evening and headed for my bowling buddies apartment. On the way, I received a call on my cell phone.
“Hey Heck, whatcha doin’?” “Just driving over to my buddies.”
“Well, I’m in Lincoln, visiting my parents. I was wondering if you could come over.”
“I’m drunk, and I’m tired. I’ve got to get up for work by five.”
“Can I come and get you? I’ll make it worth your while.”
“I’m at 4606 Judson, just a few blocks south of Cornhusker, north of Adams.” All of a sudden, I had the chance to shatter the previous record. If only I could nut a sixth time. Damn, why did I not have this chance when I was 21, and could nut three times as much? It was only 2310 hours.
I had 50 minutes to shoot the record-breaking jism. I started thinking, “Why didn’t I get laid at work?” I know exactly why. If there is one, that is the location where I attempt to remain professional.
If you remember, this recent phone call, and ensuing pick-up, was from the gal from New Orleans who could theoretically make me a bi-sexual. She was chemically inconvenienced, pectorally superior – I mean really well nourished in the thoracic region, horizontally accessible, and vocally appreciative. Hell, I came with 10 minutes to spare.
23For the commandment is a lamp, and the law a light; reproofs of instruction are the way of life,
24To keep you from the evil woman, from the flattering tongue of a seductress.
25Do not lust after her beauty in your heart, nor let her allure you with her eyelids.
26For by means of a harlot a man is reduced to a crust of bread; and an adulteress will prey upon his precious life.
The trouble I have had with fl ying is control and obstacles. Putting on the brakes and changing direction is something I never quite mastered. It is probably from watching too much of The Greatest American Hero when I was younger. I always got the visual of running into shit. The most frequent and hard to avoid were the god damn telephone wires. They were at every height and thicker than shit. I do not mean each wire was thick, I mean they were too multiple and close together. Half the time, I could not get through them. I always had a boner, and it constantly got hung up on the wires.
“What are you talking about…snitching? This isn’t some schoolyard game. I could lose my job!”
They will make you fall in love. They know what to say. They know what to do. Then know when to do it, and they know when to say it. They know how to make you feel. They will wash your dick. She will hold your arm and stroll you around the entire city. You will think that she is showing you off, and introducing you, but she is showing every other woman her property, and warning them to stay away.
My previous record was four. That needs a little explaining. To meet the criteria for the record, you must have penile penetration, you must orgasm, and the willing, live, females must not be aware that you have had sex with other women on that particular day.
I laid my wife, Claire, at approximately 0340 hours that morning. That was a bigger miracle than breaking the record. I was up early to pack for bowling night when she made her surprise attack. The act only took me five minutes. Then, I met my most frequent and easy strange piece of patch at a park about a mile from my work. We do not always meet, only when we are both in town early, and nobody else is in our spot. That nut came off at approximately 0525 hours. After work, I checked my voice-mail, and discovered that a great piece that I had not seen in a while was waiting for me. It was at this time, it dawned on me. I had a shot at the record.
Roughly two beers into the meeting, my cooperative friend claimed, “My brother’s house is only a couple miles from here. He has a fridge full of booze, and he is not home.” That nut came off at approximately 1545 hours. She was shaved clean, the best by far so far, and also the fi rst to orgasm -- as if I cared.
A previous arrangement was made to meet a former classmate for supper. There was no previous intention to obtain anything other than a bite to eat, but now there was a goal in mind. I begged for her to mount me in the parking lot. It was getting dark, and she did not take much convincing. The fourth orgasm was work, probably because of the others, and/or the location, but it came off at roughly 1750 hours.
Bowling night was planned, but the hook-up was not. I met a young lady who was leaving for The Great Lakes Naval Training Facility in a few short months. I convinced the future “Wave” that she needed some experience from a salty Marine. She had an unbelievably gorgeous ass, and I hit it for over half an hour, doggy-style. That effort was incredible, but enjoyable. Hell, I was happy as a mother-fucker, maybe even more than that. Number five came off at 2157. I was watching my watch.
Potsy the one-eyed Nazi was beyond getting sore. With the record broken, and Captain Morgan needing some additional attention, I called it an evening and headed for my bowling buddies apartment. On the way, I received a call on my cell phone.
“Hey Heck, whatcha doin’?” “Just driving over to my buddies.”
“Well, I’m in Lincoln, visiting my parents. I was wondering if you could come over.”
“I’m drunk, and I’m tired. I’ve got to get up for work by five.”
“Can I come and get you? I’ll make it worth your while.”
“I’m at 4606 Judson, just a few blocks south of Cornhusker, north of Adams.” All of a sudden, I had the chance to shatter the previous record. If only I could nut a sixth time. Damn, why did I not have this chance when I was 21, and could nut three times as much? It was only 2310 hours.
I had 50 minutes to shoot the record-breaking jism. I started thinking, “Why didn’t I get laid at work?” I know exactly why. If there is one, that is the location where I attempt to remain professional.
If you remember, this recent phone call, and ensuing pick-up, was from the gal from New Orleans who could theoretically make me a bi-sexual. She was chemically inconvenienced, pectorally superior – I mean really well nourished in the thoracic region, horizontally accessible, and vocally appreciative. Hell, I came with 10 minutes to spare.
23For the commandment is a lamp, and the law a light; reproofs of instruction are the way of life,
24To keep you from the evil woman, from the flattering tongue of a seductress.
25Do not lust after her beauty in your heart, nor let her allure you with her eyelids.
26For by means of a harlot a man is reduced to a crust of bread; and an adulteress will prey upon his precious life.
The trouble I have had with fl ying is control and obstacles. Putting on the brakes and changing direction is something I never quite mastered. It is probably from watching too much of The Greatest American Hero when I was younger. I always got the visual of running into shit. The most frequent and hard to avoid were the god damn telephone wires. They were at every height and thicker than shit. I do not mean each wire was thick, I mean they were too multiple and close together. Half the time, I could not get through them. I always had a boner, and it constantly got hung up on the wires.
“What are you talking about…snitching? This isn’t some schoolyard game. I could lose my job!”
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