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Where Da Wad Go?True Story:
When I was in High School (40 years ago), my steady girlfriend and I went to our favorite parking place for a little kiss and grope in my father's car. This was the mid 60s and that was as far as good girls went.
As the windows began fogging up, we began feeling each other up.
At last, she unzipped me and took out my penis. She was shocked at how hard it was - and wet! She began playing with it and then stroking it.
I warned her - as a good boyfriend should - that if she kept doing that, she might be in for a surprise. This was the first time she had ever masturbated a man.
After a rather short time, I began swelling more and more in her hand - and moaning - and stiffening up. I told her I was close to cumming. It didn't slow her down, stroking me faster and faster. It was all new and facinating to her.
Finally, I let out a moan...stiffened up pressing my feet firmly on the floorboard and shot a large load in the air. (When I was a 17, I could shoot my wad 2 or 3 feet in the air when I was really aroused.)
When we both cooled down, I began to wonder where the wad ended up. I checked my chest...felt the stirring wheel...looked at her hand and sleeve...even turned on the overhead light and checked the headliner. My cum was no where to be found. I knew I had to find it before I took dad's car home but it was close to her curfew...so I took her home.
I walked her up to the front door. Her father was still up. I stepped up to kiss her good night (and it was a very good night) and there...in the light of the porch light...I found my wad. It was in her hair! Lots of it too.
Having nothing else to clean it up with, I used my sleeve and wiped the cum out of her hair. We were both half embarassed and half amused. But at least I did not have to wonder if Dad would find it the next day and her father stayed in the house.
She went in and, related later, washed her hair. I washed the sleeve of my shirt when I got home.
The mystery of the missing cum was solved and we shared a wonderful experience...and we shared it many times again. But, she made sure she aimed me so that there were no more mysteries of the missing cum!
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