DOESN'T COUNT ...... SORT OF
Most Track and Field events are held outside. That being the case, the event is at the mercy of the weather. Weather can adversely affect the outcome of an individual's performance in a particular competition. It can work both against you and for you. As an example, if there is a strong wind blowing at a runners back the time he runs in a 100 meter dash can be a record time, but it won't count. There will be an asterisk next to the time in the record book. "Wind Aided" it will say.
This is my wind aided event. Names and some details have been changed but the main parts of the story are true.
I was having a drink with an old business associate, Andy, and we were discussing normal guy things. Sports, golf, having a moron for a boss, etc. A cute waitress with nice cleavage brought us fresh drinks and our conversation was steered towards sex. He explained to me that he had started using Viagra a few months back. I asked if was doing that because of an ED problem, and he said no, he was using it for an extra boost. It seems that he and his wife have scheduled sex times. They had marital difficulties a few years ago and lack of sex was at the center of it. A counselor suggested that sex be scheduled and no matter what the schedule be kept. His wife wanted to save their marriage, so she agreed to it, so Andy sought out black market Viagra. He had to give up some of his golf to get more sex, so he was determined to get the most out of each sex session.
Andy pulled out a small plastic bag from inside his coat pocket and took out 2 pills and handed them to me.
"On the house buddy, give it a whirl."
I explained that I didn't have a ED problem but he repeated that neither did he, but that was not what this was about. It was about being superman for a couple of hours. "OK," I said as I put the pills in my pocket.
"I will try one out." I promised him with a smile.
What Andy didn't know is when and where, and with whom I would try it out with. I had been seeing a woman on the side for several months now. My marriage and hers were both in the dumps, I won't bore everyone with the details, it's all been heard before. Let's just say that Mary and I were getting from each other what we didn't get at home. The arrangement worked. Once or twice a week we would go to a motel for a few hours in the afternoon, it fit our schedules that way.
A few days after my drinks with Andy I had a scheduled afternoon with Mary. About 30 minutes before I was to meet her, I swallowed the pill. Not long after that I met her in a shopping center parking lot. She got out of her car and into mine, gave me a quick kiss and we were off to the motel, barely a mile away.
Once in the room I poured us each a cup of beer from some cans I brought, and we proceeded to get undressed. One of the things I love best about these scheduled events is that there is no guesswork, you know exactly what is going to happen. And you both know that you have roughly two hours so wasting time on idle chit chat is not on the agenda. It's time to fuck.
Over the decades that I've been having intercourse there have been many times when it was one and done. Luckily, there have also been many times when we went around a second time. I love the second time around. It means the woman you are with is as enthusiastic as you are. The second fuck can last quite a bit longer than the first. I don't have to fight the urge to cum too soon. My partner and I have time to move into various positions and stretch the fuck session out a good long time. I will always insist that the orgasm at the end of the second fuck is better than the first one. The woman I am with can sometimes cum twice during fuck number two. On a good night, or day, as the case may be.
I can also say that there have been a number of times when a third go round takes place. As long as the woman I am with and I have adequate time and energy it can happen, and it has numerous times. It's especially satisfying at the end. Like finishing a marathon with a good time or climbing a mountain. Extreme satisfaction. Three times is the most I have ever done in one session. And I don't count three at night and another first thing in the morning. Many hours have passed between 3 and 4 so 4 is not 4, it's 1 on the next day's scorecard.
This afternoon with Mary started out with smiles, kissing, caressing, exploring with hands, etc. Mary had kept an excellent figure over the years, and I delighted in every inch of her beautiful body. Her 36C's were extremely inviting. I caressed and squeezed them, licked, and nibbled on each erect nipple in turn, sucked them into my mouth and swirled my tongue around them, making them even more protruding and harder. I slid on top of her, and she spread her legs invitingly. My cock, already rigged, slipped right into her pussy. She obviously had become wet in anticipation of this afternoon in the motel. We started in a nice slow motion of in and out. The oldest and best dance known to man. Before long I picked up the pace of plunging and the intensity of in motion. But I had to halt, I was going to cum to soon. I plunged in all the way and stopped, grabbed her shoulders, and pulled her on top of me as I rolled over. She knew the reason for this, time for her to get off before I do. She started rocking and grinding on top of me with a vengeance, her eyes closed, auburn hair bouncing with the motion. I reached up and held her breasts with my hands and gently squeezed as her breathing grew intense.
Before long the familiar long 'yes' escaped from her lips as she came on my cock and that was my cue to fire off into her wetness.
"Fuck." I echoed her drawn out yes.
Slowly Mary crumpled down onto my chest, her breasts pressed into me. Our breathing slowed in unison; the combined juices of our passion ran down my balls onto the bed sheet. In time she gave me a kiss and got off me.
Standing up she said, "I'm going to the bathroom and clean up, your first load is always so big!"
"It's not all me." I shot back.
She smiled and turned away. I pulled the sheet we had pushed aside and wiped my cock with it, maid was going to change everything after we left anyway. Mary returned and crawled up next to me in bed, we each took a sip of beer, replaced our cups on the nightstand and turned toward each other and kissed deeply, our tongues dancing around each other.
She pulled back from me and smiled, "Are you upset that we didn't start with me giving you a blow job?"
"No, not at all. I mean I love your blow jobs, they are the best, but we don't always have to start with one, this was great."
"Yes, it was, I came big time on your cock." She said as she smiled and kissed me again.
We continued kissing and using my left hand I fondled her breast. She moaned slightly as I caressed her hard nipple. She pulled back a little and whispered into my mouth.
"You gonna be ready to go again soon?" And she reached down and put her hand on my cock.
To her, and my amazement, it was halfway hard already.
"My, I guess you will be soon. With a little help you will be ready to go." She said as she moved her head down.
And with that she took my cock in her mouth and down her throat in one motion, sucking strongly as she pulled her head back up. A half dozen good slow sucks on my cock and she had me ready to go. I climbed on top and slid between her legs. Grabbing my erection she guided me into her pussy, well lubricated from our first go 'round. We proceeded to get into the motion. I pulled her feet up and put them over my shoulders, she smiled and enjoyed the variation. This and other various positions were on the agenda. Everything was pushed off the bed except the top sheet and us. The bed became our Olympic wrestling mat, our sexual gymnastic event. Before too long I could tell from her breathing she was getting close, so was I. Back in the missionary position I stepped up the pace and plunged into her wet love canal. Together we climaxed, hissing 'yes' in unison.
The pace of my plunges slowed as the last of my cum seeped out of my cock. But I didn't stop, I slowly kept moving in and out of her, enjoying the warmth and moisture of her beautiful pussy. "You feel fantastic" I told her, "I can't get enough of you".
"Can't get enough of fucking me with your beautiful cock"? she asked.
"Is that a problem"? I asked as I kept moving in and out of her cum filled love tunnel.
"No" she said, "It's not a problem, it's a solution, it's what I want".
With that she pushed me over on my back and crawled on top of me and started riding my cock in earnest. I closed my eyes and my mind drifted back in time to when I was 19, fucking my girlfriend at the time, Sara. Her parents were out, and we made a mad dash for her bedroom and started in on the action asap. I came too soon and was embarrassed, I knew she would be mad, she always took a while to build up to an orgasm and here I was shooting my load too soon, just like a horny 19-year-old does. I said nothing and just kept ramming my cock into her and hoped it would stay hard. Fortunately, it did and by the time she reached her orgasmic peak I came again. I felt like superman, and now here I was decades later doing the same thing. I rolled Mary back over on her back and slammed into her like a freight train, she loved it, spitting out a 'yes', every time I plunged in. Together we spurted out FUCK as we came. I slowed to a stop and crumpled on top of her, my cock buried in her wetness, breathing deep into her neck.
In time I slipped out of her and onto my side. Gently I pulled her close and kissed her soft lips. She returned my kiss and hugged me tight for at least a minute.
After relaxing her grip, she pulled back from me and said: "did we just fuck, both cum, keep fucking and cum again?"
Smiling I said, "yes, I believe we did."
"Wow, that has never happened to me before, has it for you?"
"No" I said. I know a good time for a little white lie when I see one. Besides, the statute of limitations had passed. She closed her eyes and snuggled up to me. Looking over her shoulder I saw on the alarm clock on the nightstand that we had been there less than an hour. Damn, I muttered silently to myself. Damn pills work like Andy said they would. Closing my eyes, I enjoyed the warmth we shared and thought of Andy and his wife fucking like dogs in heat. I met his wife once at a corporate function, she was slight of build, probably not more than a 100 pounds. After Andy drops a blue pill, she probably can't walk the next day I thought as I smiled to myself.
