April From The Bar In.. The Unexpected Creampie.
So on the whole, I’d say that during my time as a bartender my pull out game was strong...
I really mean it. Seriously. I fucked a bunch of different girls back then. I'd guess 18 of them at least and most of them over and over again.
Now, during all that sex, and I had, 3 1/2 years of it, I wore a working condom exactly Zero times.
No shit, really.. Zero. That's not to say that I didn't put a condom on at some points along the way if a girl requested it, but they would always seem to break on command when the moment was right. A simple trick that I learned along the way that helped make sex a lot more enjoyable was to pull down and pop the condom. From there, I’d continue to have sex with what was left of the rubber sitting safely at the base of my cock. Of course I’d “realize” it was broken when it was time to cum, and pull out to save the day, but I can honestly say that during all my adventures, I never once came in a condom.
How in the hell I didn't catch a STD, or get some chick pregnant, I will never know. I should have caught something, especially with all the anal, and sloppy seconds stuff I was doing, But thankfully I never even caught a cold from one of these girls.
However once or maybe twice... OK twice, I may have been a "little" late pulling out. Once with a one nighter out at her house, and the other one late at night with April a waitress from the bar I was working at.
April's just happened to be caught on tape.
The night started like so many others back then. A closing shift at the bar, followed by some partying with co-workers and a few starngers, and then finally to the apartment for a little sex with whatever girl I was with that day.
On this particular evening I may have overdone it with the booze a bit and by the time we got back to my place I was really wasted. It was past 3am when we stumbled through the door and abruptly woke up my roommate who was asleep on the couch. If you’ve read any of my other stories, you know all about Larry, the recordings, and how all this usually worked out.
So anyway, this was his usual spot on the nights I was out late, and like I always did, I used him as an excuse to head to the bedroom.
Once in my room, With my head spinning from way to many beers and nowhere near enough rest, I started in on April, removing her of her cloths before she’d even gotten fully on the bed. I was in a hurry to be honest, and as such I went right to work on her short, but stacked body rather quickly. I started to kiss her, but quickly found myself moving right down to her crotch and then began sucking on her clit.
I had pretty much mastered the art of getting these girls off by this time as a bartender, either with hand or tongue, and tonight would be no different in that respect. Within no time, my tongue had worked its magic and April began writhe and twitch as she reached climax.
April was a mostly silent cummer, but her legs twitched as the waves of her orgasm coursed through her body. It was a feeling that I always admired. When a guy cums he just cums, but girls are different. Each shows that moment of bliss a little different. Some moaning and gasping, others silent, with their bodies betraying the moment with small convulsions of pleasure.
As April’s body convulsed and moved slightly from that orgasmic moment , I stopped and then quickly climbed up onto her and was in her as she still writhed from that orgasm.
I wasted very little time that night. Quite frankly, I was wasted, and I just wanted to bust a nut, maybe shower and then pass out. So I started in on her tight body, fucking her missionary for a while without much emotion before moving her into doggy.
For a moment or two while pounding away at her from the rear I considered anal, but I was so tired, that instead I figured I’d go ahead and just finish up. I flipped her back on her side and re-entered her furry little bush, continuing to pound away at her slick post orgasmic hole.
She had created plenty of natural lube from her own cum and I remember that it had made her feel especially good this particular evening. It felt so go in fact that instead of just cumming the first time the urge came, I remember deciding to let the feeling build up a few times before blowing my load.
I would do this by fucking her, letting the urge to cum build up in me, only to have me pullout for a second or two to let the rush calm down a bit before starting the process again. This was a great feeling, and if you’ve never tried it, DO IT! You’ll love it. When you finally go ahead and cum, two things happen. First, it’s an intense orgasm, and second (and I didn’t know this one back then) it makes your cumshot bigger. The buildup and release forces more jizz into your pipes, and when you finally let loose, it’s a massive load.
Of course April was as oblivious to all this as most girls are, thinking nothing of it when a man “pops out” for a second or two, or when he stops to “catch his breath”.
I continued to do this a few times, bulding up right to that point of no return, and then backing away from it. Slowly as the minutes ticked by, I found myself falling into almost a trance like state. The booze, the sex, and my tired overall feeling mixed with the pleasure and I fell into this near perfect state of bliss.
As I pumped away at her pussy still in the side position, I felt once again that tightness in my balls. The pressure slowly built back up inside of me, and it felt divine.
Suddenly the pressure in my balls had mixed with pleasure I was feeling and they were too much for me to control any longer. I realized at that moment that I was cumming while still deep inside of her. I realized I had just let loose a full blast right their, deep in her cunt. As this registered in my slow moving brain, I again found myself letting loose with a second hot stream of my cum. This one also spurting out from me and right into her now very wet hole as I attempted to finally pull out.
By the time my hand hit my cock, a third stream of my jizz had already started to leave my cock and enter her body, and as I pulled the rest of the way out, half remained in her as the other half splashed her clit and bush.
A forth and finally a fifth shot of my cum sprayed up over her belly and ran down, sliding onto my bed sheets as the shock of what happened jolted me to a fully sober state.
I looked down at her body, and then at her crotch and time slowed to a crawl. I should be thankfully that she didn’t notice as a thick stream of white ooze almost immediately began to slowly leak out of her incredibly tight cunt. It appeared at first to be just a bright white blob of it sitting right on her lips, but I watched in horror as I realized what I had done. Seconds passed. Slowly more and then even more of my apparently enormous load spilled out of her and onto the sheets. Some of it, the thickest of it, clung tightly to her pussy lips glistening in the dim light. The rest, had made a small stream leading right from her furry bush down across the left side of her ass, and then onto the sheets. She still hadn’t noticed, and I needed to keep it that way.
I remember making some small talk with her, while casually continuing to look at her snatch. I full minute had passed when the stream finally slowed to a trickle, but that thick white glob of my cum was still stuck firmly to her swollen lips and protruding clit. Her cunt was still in that post orgasmic state, and was puffy from both it, and the sex. I suddenly felt the need to remove the remaining cum from around it and to try and cover up any other obvious evidence of what had just happened.
I quickly grabbed my pillow case from the pillow to clean her off with. I made sure that as I rubbed her belly, I was also wiping down to her crotch. Finally I used the pillow case to clean myself and the bed off before rushing her to take a shower.
I remember thinking that maybe if she was upright in the shower, the rest of my load would leak out without her noticing, and that maybe she’d be ok. As we showered off, my heart pounded thinking about what had just happened. I waited for her to notice, but thankfully she didn’t. After the shower we passed out, and when I woke up in the morning, she had already headed to class while I was suffering from a bad hangover and a serious case of denial.
I came out to the couch convinced that I was over reacting, and that I hadn’t really pumped her all that full. “Maybe just a little had gone in” I told myself over and over again as I sat there on the couch waiting for some coffee to brew while holding my head and trying to stay away from the light. I had a massive hangover that day, and it mixed with my fears to make it a truly miserable morning.
It was then that my roommate Larry came out and sat down next to me.
Like he always liked to do, he tore into me right away for info asking his usual questions. This was a girl I had brought home before, so the info he wanted was related purely to the sex, and not the girl. Before long Larry was done asking and started commenting that I had wasted no time, and then telling me it was a good one. It turns out he had sat up and watched the whole thing go down as he usually did, and had recorded it as “The view” as he liked to call it was great. We talked for a while and I told him about my worry and within no time he had found that last 30 seconds on the tape and it was right there on the TV being watched, rewound and watched again and again to see what we could see.
Now sadly, the copy I have left now does the night no justice at all... 20+ years of 8mm tape degradation from being stored in an attic basement and garage, plus the losses that happened when I converted it from analog to digital cost the video much of its clarity, but guys… back then, 20+ years earlier It was as clear as day. Irrefutable proof that I was fucked.
We both watched, me in horror Larry in delight as that thick slow moving stream of cum can clearly be seen oozing out of April’s furry little pussy. Not just that, but after watching it a dozen times we both realized that you can see me pumping those loads into her hole as I fired off those first shots, I made an involuntary grab of her tits so to speak. I was holding onto one of them as I was fucking, and as I let loose each shot, I gave them a tight squeeze each time! Hell, you could even see my ½ pump landing on her snatch as I finally pull out!
It was nuts. I watched it over and over, wondering if I was watching the moment of my doom, the moment I had just gotten a girl pregnant. I was totally freaked out.
I skipped class that day and studied that fucking video over and over. For two weeks after that night, I was always asking April at work if she felt ok. I kept telling her she looked off, trying to see if she would say something about morning sickness or feeling bloated or whatever hint might be there that she was in fact knocked up.
When I wasn’t busy asking her stupid shit like that, I was home watching that 30 seconds over and over. This was before computer editing, so no slow-mo, no zoom, just you and a TV, but it was there… it was a clear as could be. Time after time load after load I watched as my jizz leaked out of her snatch and onto the bed….
The days ticked by as I waited to hear if she was missing her period. I hung out with her a lot those 2 weeks and fucked her almost every night looking for that period…
Finally as my head was about to explode, it came.
She came over on a night not unlike the one that started this story, and when I went to fuck her she told me she was on the rag.
I was so fucking happy. I had to try damn hard not to sound like I was happy that she was on the rag. I played it off as best as my rapidly beating heart would let me, and I ended up that night getting a pretty damn good “celebratory” blow job from her instead.
I was happy to be thinking about dropping a load in a safer area of her body and eventually came hard right in her mouth. To her it was just a blowjob, but to me it was my first cumshot of freedom in 2 weeks.
We parted ways a few months later, but I never forgot that moment.
As for the video…
I put it away, the day after she told me she was on the rag. She never knew what had happened, and I wanted to put it behind me. I didn’t watch it for close to 13 years.
After my divorce, when I decided to convert the remaining tapes over to digital, I dug it out watched it start to finish, and it’s been a favorite of mine ever since.
Some of you know it as “April, A Waitress from the bar” but for the release of this story,
I’ve reedited the last minute or so of footage so you can see it again for the first time in some new light.
Enjoy and comment!
I really mean it. Seriously. I fucked a bunch of different girls back then. I'd guess 18 of them at least and most of them over and over again.
Now, during all that sex, and I had, 3 1/2 years of it, I wore a working condom exactly Zero times.
No shit, really.. Zero. That's not to say that I didn't put a condom on at some points along the way if a girl requested it, but they would always seem to break on command when the moment was right. A simple trick that I learned along the way that helped make sex a lot more enjoyable was to pull down and pop the condom. From there, I’d continue to have sex with what was left of the rubber sitting safely at the base of my cock. Of course I’d “realize” it was broken when it was time to cum, and pull out to save the day, but I can honestly say that during all my adventures, I never once came in a condom.
How in the hell I didn't catch a STD, or get some chick pregnant, I will never know. I should have caught something, especially with all the anal, and sloppy seconds stuff I was doing, But thankfully I never even caught a cold from one of these girls.
However once or maybe twice... OK twice, I may have been a "little" late pulling out. Once with a one nighter out at her house, and the other one late at night with April a waitress from the bar I was working at.
April's just happened to be caught on tape.
The night started like so many others back then. A closing shift at the bar, followed by some partying with co-workers and a few starngers, and then finally to the apartment for a little sex with whatever girl I was with that day.
On this particular evening I may have overdone it with the booze a bit and by the time we got back to my place I was really wasted. It was past 3am when we stumbled through the door and abruptly woke up my roommate who was asleep on the couch. If you’ve read any of my other stories, you know all about Larry, the recordings, and how all this usually worked out.
So anyway, this was his usual spot on the nights I was out late, and like I always did, I used him as an excuse to head to the bedroom.
Once in my room, With my head spinning from way to many beers and nowhere near enough rest, I started in on April, removing her of her cloths before she’d even gotten fully on the bed. I was in a hurry to be honest, and as such I went right to work on her short, but stacked body rather quickly. I started to kiss her, but quickly found myself moving right down to her crotch and then began sucking on her clit.
I had pretty much mastered the art of getting these girls off by this time as a bartender, either with hand or tongue, and tonight would be no different in that respect. Within no time, my tongue had worked its magic and April began writhe and twitch as she reached climax.
April was a mostly silent cummer, but her legs twitched as the waves of her orgasm coursed through her body. It was a feeling that I always admired. When a guy cums he just cums, but girls are different. Each shows that moment of bliss a little different. Some moaning and gasping, others silent, with their bodies betraying the moment with small convulsions of pleasure.
As April’s body convulsed and moved slightly from that orgasmic moment , I stopped and then quickly climbed up onto her and was in her as she still writhed from that orgasm.
I wasted very little time that night. Quite frankly, I was wasted, and I just wanted to bust a nut, maybe shower and then pass out. So I started in on her tight body, fucking her missionary for a while without much emotion before moving her into doggy.
For a moment or two while pounding away at her from the rear I considered anal, but I was so tired, that instead I figured I’d go ahead and just finish up. I flipped her back on her side and re-entered her furry little bush, continuing to pound away at her slick post orgasmic hole.
She had created plenty of natural lube from her own cum and I remember that it had made her feel especially good this particular evening. It felt so go in fact that instead of just cumming the first time the urge came, I remember deciding to let the feeling build up a few times before blowing my load.
I would do this by fucking her, letting the urge to cum build up in me, only to have me pullout for a second or two to let the rush calm down a bit before starting the process again. This was a great feeling, and if you’ve never tried it, DO IT! You’ll love it. When you finally go ahead and cum, two things happen. First, it’s an intense orgasm, and second (and I didn’t know this one back then) it makes your cumshot bigger. The buildup and release forces more jizz into your pipes, and when you finally let loose, it’s a massive load.
Of course April was as oblivious to all this as most girls are, thinking nothing of it when a man “pops out” for a second or two, or when he stops to “catch his breath”.
I continued to do this a few times, bulding up right to that point of no return, and then backing away from it. Slowly as the minutes ticked by, I found myself falling into almost a trance like state. The booze, the sex, and my tired overall feeling mixed with the pleasure and I fell into this near perfect state of bliss.
As I pumped away at her pussy still in the side position, I felt once again that tightness in my balls. The pressure slowly built back up inside of me, and it felt divine.
Suddenly the pressure in my balls had mixed with pleasure I was feeling and they were too much for me to control any longer. I realized at that moment that I was cumming while still deep inside of her. I realized I had just let loose a full blast right their, deep in her cunt. As this registered in my slow moving brain, I again found myself letting loose with a second hot stream of my cum. This one also spurting out from me and right into her now very wet hole as I attempted to finally pull out.
By the time my hand hit my cock, a third stream of my jizz had already started to leave my cock and enter her body, and as I pulled the rest of the way out, half remained in her as the other half splashed her clit and bush.
A forth and finally a fifth shot of my cum sprayed up over her belly and ran down, sliding onto my bed sheets as the shock of what happened jolted me to a fully sober state.
I looked down at her body, and then at her crotch and time slowed to a crawl. I should be thankfully that she didn’t notice as a thick stream of white ooze almost immediately began to slowly leak out of her incredibly tight cunt. It appeared at first to be just a bright white blob of it sitting right on her lips, but I watched in horror as I realized what I had done. Seconds passed. Slowly more and then even more of my apparently enormous load spilled out of her and onto the sheets. Some of it, the thickest of it, clung tightly to her pussy lips glistening in the dim light. The rest, had made a small stream leading right from her furry bush down across the left side of her ass, and then onto the sheets. She still hadn’t noticed, and I needed to keep it that way.
I remember making some small talk with her, while casually continuing to look at her snatch. I full minute had passed when the stream finally slowed to a trickle, but that thick white glob of my cum was still stuck firmly to her swollen lips and protruding clit. Her cunt was still in that post orgasmic state, and was puffy from both it, and the sex. I suddenly felt the need to remove the remaining cum from around it and to try and cover up any other obvious evidence of what had just happened.
I quickly grabbed my pillow case from the pillow to clean her off with. I made sure that as I rubbed her belly, I was also wiping down to her crotch. Finally I used the pillow case to clean myself and the bed off before rushing her to take a shower.
I remember thinking that maybe if she was upright in the shower, the rest of my load would leak out without her noticing, and that maybe she’d be ok. As we showered off, my heart pounded thinking about what had just happened. I waited for her to notice, but thankfully she didn’t. After the shower we passed out, and when I woke up in the morning, she had already headed to class while I was suffering from a bad hangover and a serious case of denial.
I came out to the couch convinced that I was over reacting, and that I hadn’t really pumped her all that full. “Maybe just a little had gone in” I told myself over and over again as I sat there on the couch waiting for some coffee to brew while holding my head and trying to stay away from the light. I had a massive hangover that day, and it mixed with my fears to make it a truly miserable morning.
It was then that my roommate Larry came out and sat down next to me.
Like he always liked to do, he tore into me right away for info asking his usual questions. This was a girl I had brought home before, so the info he wanted was related purely to the sex, and not the girl. Before long Larry was done asking and started commenting that I had wasted no time, and then telling me it was a good one. It turns out he had sat up and watched the whole thing go down as he usually did, and had recorded it as “The view” as he liked to call it was great. We talked for a while and I told him about my worry and within no time he had found that last 30 seconds on the tape and it was right there on the TV being watched, rewound and watched again and again to see what we could see.
Now sadly, the copy I have left now does the night no justice at all... 20+ years of 8mm tape degradation from being stored in an attic basement and garage, plus the losses that happened when I converted it from analog to digital cost the video much of its clarity, but guys… back then, 20+ years earlier It was as clear as day. Irrefutable proof that I was fucked.
We both watched, me in horror Larry in delight as that thick slow moving stream of cum can clearly be seen oozing out of April’s furry little pussy. Not just that, but after watching it a dozen times we both realized that you can see me pumping those loads into her hole as I fired off those first shots, I made an involuntary grab of her tits so to speak. I was holding onto one of them as I was fucking, and as I let loose each shot, I gave them a tight squeeze each time! Hell, you could even see my ½ pump landing on her snatch as I finally pull out!
It was nuts. I watched it over and over, wondering if I was watching the moment of my doom, the moment I had just gotten a girl pregnant. I was totally freaked out.
I skipped class that day and studied that fucking video over and over. For two weeks after that night, I was always asking April at work if she felt ok. I kept telling her she looked off, trying to see if she would say something about morning sickness or feeling bloated or whatever hint might be there that she was in fact knocked up.
When I wasn’t busy asking her stupid shit like that, I was home watching that 30 seconds over and over. This was before computer editing, so no slow-mo, no zoom, just you and a TV, but it was there… it was a clear as could be. Time after time load after load I watched as my jizz leaked out of her snatch and onto the bed….
The days ticked by as I waited to hear if she was missing her period. I hung out with her a lot those 2 weeks and fucked her almost every night looking for that period…
Finally as my head was about to explode, it came.
She came over on a night not unlike the one that started this story, and when I went to fuck her she told me she was on the rag.
I was so fucking happy. I had to try damn hard not to sound like I was happy that she was on the rag. I played it off as best as my rapidly beating heart would let me, and I ended up that night getting a pretty damn good “celebratory” blow job from her instead.
I was happy to be thinking about dropping a load in a safer area of her body and eventually came hard right in her mouth. To her it was just a blowjob, but to me it was my first cumshot of freedom in 2 weeks.
We parted ways a few months later, but I never forgot that moment.
As for the video…
I put it away, the day after she told me she was on the rag. She never knew what had happened, and I wanted to put it behind me. I didn’t watch it for close to 13 years.
After my divorce, when I decided to convert the remaining tapes over to digital, I dug it out watched it start to finish, and it’s been a favorite of mine ever since.
Some of you know it as “April, A Waitress from the bar” but for the release of this story,
I’ve reedited the last minute or so of footage so you can see it again for the first time in some new light.
Enjoy and comment!
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