Freddie never married, but damn did he love pussy. I swear he would fuck anything in panties.
Freddie and I grew up in the same neighborhood of Saint Louis and lived directly across the street from each other. We lived in an Italian neighborhood. Our families were the only non-Italians in the entire neighborhood. Thus, Freddie and I bonded at an early age.
Freddie got interested in girls at an early age while I was a late bloomer. All through high school he chased girls while my interests centered around sports. Although we were very different, we were the best of friends.
I was a fair athlete, but not a great one, and did not get recruited by any colleges. So, after high school, Freddie and I both went to work for the Budweiser brewery.
The brewery had about 70 percent women and 30 percent men working in the bottling department where Freddie and I both worked the second shift. We worked as assembly line maintenance men for cans. All the workers on the assembly line were women.
The second shift (3:30 pm until midnight) was a sinful place. Bars in Saint Louis remained open till 2:30 am and many workers headed to the bars after the end of second shift.
Freddie would hit on anyone in panties, but I was much more-picky in choosing someone to fuck. The women would talk and soon it was well known that Freddie possessed a huge cock.
Sometimes I wondered if Freddie was doing the chasing or was the one being chased.
Like I said, Freddie would fuck anything in panties, but seemed to have a penchant for fucking the married ladies.
With all the women working the second shift, any guy not getting his fill of pussy was simply not trying. The second shift was indeed a sinful place.
Freddie and I joined the Company bowling league. Both the men's and women's league started at 1 am Saturday following the Friday second shift. The men and women were on different ends of the blowing alley. This provided ample opportunity for hook ups.
Freddie never failed to find some pussy following the league. Me, on the other hand, being a bit more choosey didn't always score.
There was a 47-year-old married woman named Gay Clifton that was very much sought after by a black guy named Harold Blake. Harold would tell me how much he wanted to fuck Gay. She was friendly and nice on the job, but had not really peaked, my interest.
However, on a very cold January night following bowling, and after having too much to drink, I invited Gay to have a beer with me in my car in the parking lot. Surprisingly, she accepted.
I got the engine running and we waited for the heater to start warming up the car. The scene was surreal. Gay and I bundled up like Eskimos drinking cold beer. I decided to warm up things up and kissed Gay deeply inserting my tongue in her mouth. she responded and my cock began to harden. Here I was wanting to fuck this 47-year-old married lady on a very cold night.
I managed to work my hand under her coat and into her slacks and eventually into her panties. When I made contact with her pussy lips, Gay Gasped. "I want to fuck you," I said. Her response was, "Do you have protection?" I replied in the affirmative. I always carried a couple of condoms in my wallet.
"We can't do it here in the bowling alley parking lot," Gay said.
"I know a place we can go and park and it will be safe," I said. Little did she know I was taking her to the back of the Elementary School I had attended as a youth.
I took her to Jefferson Elementary School and drove around back. I parked behind the trash building safely out of sight. I turned off the car headlights but left the engine running. We unbundled some taking off our coats, I removed her slacks and panties. I dropped my pants and shorts freeing up my hard cock.
