Memories part 3: Sharing the girls.
Memories from the bar part 4: Sharing IS Caring…
AKA: April, Tim, And The Tape
April was what I would call “one of the good ones” a catch that was worth hanging on to for as long as possible. If you’ve read her back story, then you already know most of this girls back story. She was a short medium framed girl with a nice C cup set of tits and an ass that belonged on a black girl. The perfect fuck body.Lots of grab points and plenty to admire.
That didn’t stop me from putting her through the paces so to speak. I fucked her, sucked her, ass fucked her, and had her suck me off countless times, including a few of the infamous sloppy seconds cleanup nights. I really liked her, but in the end, I was caught “Cheating” and dumped on the spot. The truth is I was fucking 4 other girls at the time April was around, but she only caught me with the one. Sadly 1 was enough, and so she was gone.
As some of you know there was Larry, my roommate that watched about 99% of the nights I shared with these girls, but a few times, I showed these videos to college friends as well. It started one night with a bunch of them over after a long shift at work. Half-drunk as I was many nights after work, we spent those last hours before sunrise drinking beer and swapping tales of college life, dorm life and girls. At some point one of them asked me about one of the new waitresses, and I quickly mentioned that I’d already fucked her. The usual shouts of “bullshit” and “No fucking way” were tossed around, but for reasons that are lost to time, I stood up and shouted something to the effect of “Well, I guess we’ll just have to go to the tape then.” I remember a bunch of bewildered and bullshit looks as I wandered out of the room to my own. Once In there I retrieved the video I needed, and headed back to the main room of our tiny apt.
I don’t actually recall what I said or how they egged me on in the first place, convincing me to “prove it” as they said. But in the end, at sometime around 4am, the first tape I ever shared with anyone other than Larry spun to life as an image of Tara, the smoking hot tiny titted Indian waitress sprang to life on the TV.
The room turned silent for the first minute or two, as the scene began to unfold. Then slowly at first, but gradually building there were the comments…. “Holy shit”, “Fucken A”, “Look at that shit”, and a hundred more started to pour out. I myself was in a state of immediate regret, not knowing if these guys would tear my averaged size cock apart verbally, or mock my every move.
But they didn’t.
When the initial shock and awe wore off, I began to realize that they loved it. In front of us, the TV showed a very tired Tara getting put through the paces as I moved her around the bed, fucking her this way and that. At this point, I had almost mastered the art of filming them. I took my time with well-practiced moves to show her off to the camera.
The guys were all hooked. Then after I had cum on her and we got up to shower, it was over. They unfocused their attention from the TV and started asking questions about what they had just seen.
But, before I had really gotten around to even beginning to explain the whole thing to them, they and I were interrupted by the TV flickering as the video showed a new picture. Another girl was hopping into bed. This time it was Sarah, a girl well know to the crew I hung out with. The tape had kept running on in the background as we had talked, long enough for the next “scene” to come on, and now another night with another girl was about to play out.
That first night didn’t end until after 8am, as a bunch of now horny drunk guys stumbled out into the morning light to head home to bed. I had shown them videos of at least 5 of the girls, and some of them more than one video of them. By 5:30 the questions had ended and the night had become a mockery. These guys, and myself talked up and down each girl and graded their performance. Compared tits, bush, ass, sucking skills, anal, and all the rest. They couldn’t believe it all. They had asked 100 questions about filming, and had all sworn they were going to do it too. It was nuts.
This only happened maybe 5 or 6 times over the years. Usually these were drunken laugh fests as these guys spent the evening rating and berating these girls and myself.
My former college dorm roommate “Tim” was one of those guys, and we shared a bond from our time as roomies. He eventually made it a habit of coming over more often, and always managed to bring up my tapes in no time… I think he was always stopping by just to check out my latest “work”.
In plain words, Tim was a bit of a freak. A freak that didn’t get laid often, but did get laid. Much like Larry and myself he was a perv at heart. His “thing” was knowledge. He got off on the details. So I shared as much as I could with him about the girls he asked about.
What made it better for him was that he knew some of the girls he had gotten to see on film and he loved that part of it even more. Much like Larry, he said it was an immense turn on to be standing or sitting next to a girl that you’ve seen get totally wrecked in bed. He said it made his heart race to even talk to them, always thinking about them naked and being used.At some point, and I don’t remember the exact time frame, he asked me if I cared if he went after one of them.
I didn’t really see a problem with it. I know that may sound crazy, but these weren’t girlfriends in the conventional sense. These were hook ups that lasted anywhere from 1 night to 2 years or in the case of Laura many many years.
In some strange way, I guess I felt like I had already given the bar girls to these guys. I mean sharing naked and exposed videos of these girls engaging in the most hardcore sex they had ever experienced with a group of friends was pretty nuts. So since they had already seen the “goods” and pretty much everything private and intimate about them, why not let them try and get one themselves? It seemed ok, but in the end I did have a few issues with the physical part of it. Not so much as to ruin a friendship, but a tingle of jealousy did creep up. I don’t think I ever mentioned it to him though.
So I said, “Go for it”.
Tim had a thing for April. I don’t know what it is that makes one man crave one woman and another the next, but it’s real, and in this case most of the guys had favorites. Tim’s was April; Larry’s was Kim, mine… We’ll I was with Sarah at the time and she was my go to girl for fucking so that made her my favorite at that time.
Anyway Tim knew April from both the bar and from school. He had a thing for her, and confided in me that he was trying to bang her before he had seen the first tape I showed him of her. Until that night when he saw her naked body pop up on one of my tapes, he had no idea that I had even been with her.
He never mentioned any of this to me at the time, but he had watched her videos on more than a few occasions, and as a result, he had seen her fuck, suck, ass fuck, gape, and even seen her take an unexpected load in her snatch one night. I had shared the story about ass fucking her at work, but at the time he still refused to believe it. I told him about the whole sloppy second’s thing, and her roll in it, and he had laughed for what felt like an hour before demanding to see an example.
He asked again and again if I was cool with it, and time and time again I said to do it. Finally he offered to return the favor.I didn’t understand what he was getting at, so I asked him for what, and he replied for showing him all my videos.Then he tells me he’ll return the favor by getting one of her to share with me if I was interested. My first thought was no, but then I thought about it for a minute or two, considering what it might be like to see something like that.
This started to peak my interest. How would April act with him? Was she the same in bed? Did she react differently to the same moves?
I told him it was a deal, but to be honest, I didn’t think the two would ever hook up, since Tim was not what I thought her type would be.
But they did.
It took him 5 months give or take, but after work one day her brought her home and fucked her.
The next day he is blowing up my phone to let me know all about it. We talked, and as he described it over the phone, I did feel that slight tinge of jealousy. I buried that thought, and reminded him he was supposed to return the video favor telling him “tape, or it didn’t happen” The two only dated for 2 months or so (I can imagine why…) but he did get to fuck her, get and give head, and 1 anal too.
Sadly he never got the tape. I even lent him my camera for a week, but it didn’t happen.
A lost opportunity? Yes. I’ll never know the answers to those questions. But a few months later, Tim comes over with a tape.
Now, it’s not a vhs, it’s a cassette tape, but he tells me I’m going to like it and grabs a few beers before sitting down in from of our boom box. He pop’s in the tape, and it starts rewinding.
Now I was a pretty regular drinker at this point, but I hardly touched pot. But at this moment, he whips out a joint and tells me to take a few hits before he starts the tape. He’s dicking with me, playing it all up, but I bite. I take a few hits as we pass the joint back and forth, passing with it a ton of friendly personal insults.
Finally after grabbing 2 more beers, he comes back and sits right at the radio. Then the fucker finally hits play. The tape spins up, and after some clacks and pops, I hear his voice. He’s asking April for some Head.
She’s not having it, and his coercion skills were shitty at best, but as the tape continued for 45 minIt was clear he had one skill.
Yes they did have sex eventually towards the end of the tape, but what Tim does before is the part that I’ll always remember.
In a way I could never have done, he asks her about me. Then, already knowing every answer before she gives it, he gets her to talk… about all of it. The sex, the blowjobs, the anal, even the anal at work! I think he was trying to guilt her into anal, but instead he got her to totally tell her side of the story of our sex life. Imagine hearing your ex talking with her best friend about the sex she was having with you. It was both funny, scary, and yet a turn on all at the same time.
We spent the next 2 hours pounding beer, smoking the rest of that joint and listing to her tell her side of the story over and over again. It was incredible. She candidly talked with her boyfriend about getting ass fucked at work! She even talked about my “grunts” as I came in her ass. He was a master, not at sex, but at prying the truth out of her.
She complained that both I and Tim only wanted blowjobs and anal sex. (And that was true) This theme came up over and over again as they talked. He was trying to get into her ass, and she kept blowing him off as he pried into our sex life, knowing full well the extent of her adventures with me.
Buy the midway point she is telling him how I “didn’t do much on foreplay” and “usually went right at it.” At some point we loaded up a tape and had it going as we discussed, watched and listened to April tell it her way.
Eventually we stopped the tape and just spent the rest of the night shooting the shit. He left, and was nice enough to leave me the tape so that I could make a copy, and until last year I still had it. Now all that remains is about 2 minutes of some of her funniest lines, but the rest is gone forever in the dreaded hard drive crash of late 14.
So that’s the story of April, Tim, the tape, and the only experience I have of sharing a girl.
AKA: April, Tim, And The Tape
April was what I would call “one of the good ones” a catch that was worth hanging on to for as long as possible. If you’ve read her back story, then you already know most of this girls back story. She was a short medium framed girl with a nice C cup set of tits and an ass that belonged on a black girl. The perfect fuck body.Lots of grab points and plenty to admire.
That didn’t stop me from putting her through the paces so to speak. I fucked her, sucked her, ass fucked her, and had her suck me off countless times, including a few of the infamous sloppy seconds cleanup nights. I really liked her, but in the end, I was caught “Cheating” and dumped on the spot. The truth is I was fucking 4 other girls at the time April was around, but she only caught me with the one. Sadly 1 was enough, and so she was gone.
As some of you know there was Larry, my roommate that watched about 99% of the nights I shared with these girls, but a few times, I showed these videos to college friends as well. It started one night with a bunch of them over after a long shift at work. Half-drunk as I was many nights after work, we spent those last hours before sunrise drinking beer and swapping tales of college life, dorm life and girls. At some point one of them asked me about one of the new waitresses, and I quickly mentioned that I’d already fucked her. The usual shouts of “bullshit” and “No fucking way” were tossed around, but for reasons that are lost to time, I stood up and shouted something to the effect of “Well, I guess we’ll just have to go to the tape then.” I remember a bunch of bewildered and bullshit looks as I wandered out of the room to my own. Once In there I retrieved the video I needed, and headed back to the main room of our tiny apt.
I don’t actually recall what I said or how they egged me on in the first place, convincing me to “prove it” as they said. But in the end, at sometime around 4am, the first tape I ever shared with anyone other than Larry spun to life as an image of Tara, the smoking hot tiny titted Indian waitress sprang to life on the TV.
The room turned silent for the first minute or two, as the scene began to unfold. Then slowly at first, but gradually building there were the comments…. “Holy shit”, “Fucken A”, “Look at that shit”, and a hundred more started to pour out. I myself was in a state of immediate regret, not knowing if these guys would tear my averaged size cock apart verbally, or mock my every move.
But they didn’t.
When the initial shock and awe wore off, I began to realize that they loved it. In front of us, the TV showed a very tired Tara getting put through the paces as I moved her around the bed, fucking her this way and that. At this point, I had almost mastered the art of filming them. I took my time with well-practiced moves to show her off to the camera.
The guys were all hooked. Then after I had cum on her and we got up to shower, it was over. They unfocused their attention from the TV and started asking questions about what they had just seen.
But, before I had really gotten around to even beginning to explain the whole thing to them, they and I were interrupted by the TV flickering as the video showed a new picture. Another girl was hopping into bed. This time it was Sarah, a girl well know to the crew I hung out with. The tape had kept running on in the background as we had talked, long enough for the next “scene” to come on, and now another night with another girl was about to play out.
That first night didn’t end until after 8am, as a bunch of now horny drunk guys stumbled out into the morning light to head home to bed. I had shown them videos of at least 5 of the girls, and some of them more than one video of them. By 5:30 the questions had ended and the night had become a mockery. These guys, and myself talked up and down each girl and graded their performance. Compared tits, bush, ass, sucking skills, anal, and all the rest. They couldn’t believe it all. They had asked 100 questions about filming, and had all sworn they were going to do it too. It was nuts.
This only happened maybe 5 or 6 times over the years. Usually these were drunken laugh fests as these guys spent the evening rating and berating these girls and myself.
My former college dorm roommate “Tim” was one of those guys, and we shared a bond from our time as roomies. He eventually made it a habit of coming over more often, and always managed to bring up my tapes in no time… I think he was always stopping by just to check out my latest “work”.
In plain words, Tim was a bit of a freak. A freak that didn’t get laid often, but did get laid. Much like Larry and myself he was a perv at heart. His “thing” was knowledge. He got off on the details. So I shared as much as I could with him about the girls he asked about.
What made it better for him was that he knew some of the girls he had gotten to see on film and he loved that part of it even more. Much like Larry, he said it was an immense turn on to be standing or sitting next to a girl that you’ve seen get totally wrecked in bed. He said it made his heart race to even talk to them, always thinking about them naked and being used.At some point, and I don’t remember the exact time frame, he asked me if I cared if he went after one of them.
I didn’t really see a problem with it. I know that may sound crazy, but these weren’t girlfriends in the conventional sense. These were hook ups that lasted anywhere from 1 night to 2 years or in the case of Laura many many years.
In some strange way, I guess I felt like I had already given the bar girls to these guys. I mean sharing naked and exposed videos of these girls engaging in the most hardcore sex they had ever experienced with a group of friends was pretty nuts. So since they had already seen the “goods” and pretty much everything private and intimate about them, why not let them try and get one themselves? It seemed ok, but in the end I did have a few issues with the physical part of it. Not so much as to ruin a friendship, but a tingle of jealousy did creep up. I don’t think I ever mentioned it to him though.
So I said, “Go for it”.
Tim had a thing for April. I don’t know what it is that makes one man crave one woman and another the next, but it’s real, and in this case most of the guys had favorites. Tim’s was April; Larry’s was Kim, mine… We’ll I was with Sarah at the time and she was my go to girl for fucking so that made her my favorite at that time.
Anyway Tim knew April from both the bar and from school. He had a thing for her, and confided in me that he was trying to bang her before he had seen the first tape I showed him of her. Until that night when he saw her naked body pop up on one of my tapes, he had no idea that I had even been with her.
He never mentioned any of this to me at the time, but he had watched her videos on more than a few occasions, and as a result, he had seen her fuck, suck, ass fuck, gape, and even seen her take an unexpected load in her snatch one night. I had shared the story about ass fucking her at work, but at the time he still refused to believe it. I told him about the whole sloppy second’s thing, and her roll in it, and he had laughed for what felt like an hour before demanding to see an example.
He asked again and again if I was cool with it, and time and time again I said to do it. Finally he offered to return the favor.I didn’t understand what he was getting at, so I asked him for what, and he replied for showing him all my videos.Then he tells me he’ll return the favor by getting one of her to share with me if I was interested. My first thought was no, but then I thought about it for a minute or two, considering what it might be like to see something like that.
This started to peak my interest. How would April act with him? Was she the same in bed? Did she react differently to the same moves?
I told him it was a deal, but to be honest, I didn’t think the two would ever hook up, since Tim was not what I thought her type would be.
But they did.
It took him 5 months give or take, but after work one day her brought her home and fucked her.
The next day he is blowing up my phone to let me know all about it. We talked, and as he described it over the phone, I did feel that slight tinge of jealousy. I buried that thought, and reminded him he was supposed to return the video favor telling him “tape, or it didn’t happen” The two only dated for 2 months or so (I can imagine why…) but he did get to fuck her, get and give head, and 1 anal too.
Sadly he never got the tape. I even lent him my camera for a week, but it didn’t happen.
A lost opportunity? Yes. I’ll never know the answers to those questions. But a few months later, Tim comes over with a tape.
Now, it’s not a vhs, it’s a cassette tape, but he tells me I’m going to like it and grabs a few beers before sitting down in from of our boom box. He pop’s in the tape, and it starts rewinding.
Now I was a pretty regular drinker at this point, but I hardly touched pot. But at this moment, he whips out a joint and tells me to take a few hits before he starts the tape. He’s dicking with me, playing it all up, but I bite. I take a few hits as we pass the joint back and forth, passing with it a ton of friendly personal insults.
Finally after grabbing 2 more beers, he comes back and sits right at the radio. Then the fucker finally hits play. The tape spins up, and after some clacks and pops, I hear his voice. He’s asking April for some Head.
She’s not having it, and his coercion skills were shitty at best, but as the tape continued for 45 minIt was clear he had one skill.
Yes they did have sex eventually towards the end of the tape, but what Tim does before is the part that I’ll always remember.
In a way I could never have done, he asks her about me. Then, already knowing every answer before she gives it, he gets her to talk… about all of it. The sex, the blowjobs, the anal, even the anal at work! I think he was trying to guilt her into anal, but instead he got her to totally tell her side of the story of our sex life. Imagine hearing your ex talking with her best friend about the sex she was having with you. It was both funny, scary, and yet a turn on all at the same time.
We spent the next 2 hours pounding beer, smoking the rest of that joint and listing to her tell her side of the story over and over again. It was incredible. She candidly talked with her boyfriend about getting ass fucked at work! She even talked about my “grunts” as I came in her ass. He was a master, not at sex, but at prying the truth out of her.
She complained that both I and Tim only wanted blowjobs and anal sex. (And that was true) This theme came up over and over again as they talked. He was trying to get into her ass, and she kept blowing him off as he pried into our sex life, knowing full well the extent of her adventures with me.
Buy the midway point she is telling him how I “didn’t do much on foreplay” and “usually went right at it.” At some point we loaded up a tape and had it going as we discussed, watched and listened to April tell it her way.
Eventually we stopped the tape and just spent the rest of the night shooting the shit. He left, and was nice enough to leave me the tape so that I could make a copy, and until last year I still had it. Now all that remains is about 2 minutes of some of her funniest lines, but the rest is gone forever in the dreaded hard drive crash of late 14.
So that’s the story of April, Tim, the tape, and the only experience I have of sharing a girl.
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