Daily Dump Stories
Sir Dumpalot's Stories
(October, 1996)
This one wasn't really embarrassing (for me anyhow), it was more of a sexual thing. Back in the late summer of 1986 (read I was 22 years old), I happened to meet a beautiful young lady while I was fishing in Sausalito. I got her phone number and we proceeded to date. Somewhere about 3 hours into our first date I found myself flat on my back on her bed with a most delicious pussy in my mouth. Although oral sex happens to be my second favorite thing behind finding $100 bills, I've always found it difficult to achieve a good orgasm whilst in the 69 position. Enough about me. As we continue to slobber all over each other genitalia, she begins to quiver and moan. Not a big deal; that's the point, isn't it? In any case, these mild quivers progress their way into full body shudders, and I was barely able to hang on. After about 45-60 seconds, I had to pull my face away, as I had never seen a woman cum like this. As I pulled my face away, I continued to stimulate her clit with my thumb and watch her entire body contract with each wave of ecstasy. As I watched, I noticed her sphincter contracting and loosening as her body twitched.
Next thing I know, a grogan the size of a walnut pops right out of her brown eye and come precariously to a rest between her cheeks. Should I draw a picture? That grogan is ready to fall on my face or in my mouth as this 21 year old orgasmic wild child continues to cum and cum and cum. I couldn't stop stimulating her because I was as intrigued by her orgasm as she was seeming to enjoy it. But at the same time, I didn't want to be slimed by her walnut. What could I do? After a quick inventory of available tools to rid said walnut from my immediate vicinity, I realized my left hand was the answer. I had to pull it up from down below, and prepared to flick it across the room. Since I was right handed, and about to engage my less coordinated digits to do the deed, I put some extra energy behind my middle finger and gave that turd a flick. At that particular instant, she bucked forward ever so slightly. Result? ... a little high. So high in fact, that it went straight up and hit the ceiling... and stuck. Mind you, Jenna continued to cum and cum and cum. She is now a good 1:30 into her orgasm. As I laid there and looked up, I realized the my fate had been made worse by a factor of 100. Now if the shit fell, it would be falling from a height of maybe 7 or 8 feet, whereas before it would have tumbled an entire 8 inches. I figured, that to best avoid such an impact, I would be better off with my face buried in her pussy. This is where things get strange (or stranger). As I put my face back into her snatch, she pressed down hard on me, to the point where her slightly stained brown eye hovered within a half of an inch of my nose. At the first smell of her stained rim, my dick regained all of the stiffness that it had lost in the last 30 seconds. Next thing I know, we are both getting our rocks off. To make a long story just a bit longer, I finished her brown eye off with my tongue (couldn't help it). Neither of us mentioned the grogan, which had affixed itself to her ceiling. I wonder when she first noticed it...... hmmmm.