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© 2017 Scott Free
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So I guess this all began when I left my wife at the ripe young age of 39. She and I had been married 9 years, and we had been through it all. She promised things and cried; and she did nothing. We did marriage counseling, and she promised to change; and she did nothing. It finally boiled down to me having a moment of clarity. I had money, she wanted money, so she would string me along if I kept letting her spend my money. When I was single, I only slept alone when I wanted to be alone. In the last two years of marriage my wife had sex with me a grand total of two times. So like a petulant little kid, I packed up my balls and went home. Well, not home, but my parent's vacation house about 20 miles from where I worked. This is the house that I wrote about in the "3 Is A Magic Number." No, that story wasn't true, but I did base the house on the vacation house. This story is true.
I ended up meeting a very horny girl online named Nikki, who had a big mouth, and who had a lot of cock hungry friends. I have plenty of story material there, so I am going to leave this subject alone. One of Nikki's friends was named Summer. She was hot in a punky-goth kind of way. She had a tattoo of the poison apple from Snow White on her right ass cheek. She was 19, and belonged to this super-fundamentalist church in town. This is one of those churches where women always wear skirts, and women can never be alone with a member of the opposite sex unchaperoned. I even saw one of their guys refuse a ride home with a girl in a blizzard. I probably should have given the dumb bastard a ride home, but I just couldn't manage to do that. Women in this religion are also supposed to be chaste until marriage, and they always defer to, and obey their husbands. Needless to say; with all the sexual repression, I found out that quite a few of these girls had sinning on their minds.
I met Summer in late April. She was the first of Nikki's friends that I met. I was sitting at home when I got a random text. It was a picture of this hot girl with long wavy black hair. The next text that I got was:
Hi Scott, my name is Summer. I am a friend of Nikki's :)
I heard something really hot about you...
I think the thing that she heard was that I could give Nikki about 20 orgasms in an hour; or, it could be that I was packing serious wood, and I knew how to swing it like a home run champ... Either one.
So Summer and I picked a place to meet. We ended up meeting at a bar in another town, so she didn't have to dress like "Little House on the Prairie." Her words, not mine. She wore a short skirt, with ripped thigh high hose. She topped it off with a sheer white button up, and a black bra. It was an emo version of the Catholic school girl outfit. After seeing her outfit, I was feeling very optimistic of my chances that night.
She wasn't tall, or short. She wasn't skinny, but wasn't fat. She was buxom. She had really nice size tits, but still proportional, and thick ass and hips, but not fat at all. She was a Midwest girl, born of good solid child bearing stock. If you are from on of the states close to Canada, you will know what I mean.
It turned out that she was smart, and funny in a twisted sort of way. I ordered drinks, and the waitress didn't even card her. The twenty something waitress gave me a knowing smile when she brought back our Jack and Cokes.
This normally would be the part where I would put in my witty repartee. If you have read anything else that I have written, you would see the connection between the stories and real life. After drinks and some food, she invited me to follow her back to her duplex.
She gave me a kiss in the parking lot that promised me that things could be very interesting back at her place. It was the perfect first kiss. It was not sloppy and slutty, but it was in no way chaste. It wasn't too quick, or too long. My hand wandered over her short skirt, feeling the tight young ass that was underneath it. Then I felt the garter belt leading down to her thigh highs; and I smiled, ending the kiss. My cock was as hard as a tent peg, and she had to know it. It was trapped at my belt, and bent into an uncomfortable bow.
"I guess that Nikki wasn't exaggerating when she told me about you. Damn." She slid her finger up the front of my jeans, and I saw a hungry look in her eyes. "My roommate might be home, do you care?" I shook my head. At that point I really didn't care if the Democratic National Committee was meeting in her bedroom. If they were, they would get the show for free.
She hopped into her Subaru, and I followed close behind. She had asked for me to follow her as quickly as I could into her place once she had the door open. I knew that this was the fear of roaming eyes. It was still daylight out; but day or night, nosy people will always be around.
I followed her into her duplex, and she slammed the door, and pounced on me like a mountain lion. She leaned up to kiss me, all the while fighting to get my belt undone. It was a special belt used for concealed carry. It was double thick with a core of plastic that would not flex if I drew my Glock 21 from it's holster. The gun, the belt, my pants, and my underwear hit the floor a few seconds later, and Summer bowed in front of my thick cock. It was then that I noticed the girl that was sitting on the couch, reading a book.
She had been reading a book, anyway. She was a tiny thing, with mousy brown hair pulled back into a pony tail. She was wearing a cotton skirt that would have reached her ankles, had she not been sitting cross-legged in it's huge confines. Her eyes were huge behind her glasses with surprise. I guess this was not a regular occurrence in the house, which was a good mark in Summer's favor.
Summer took me in her mouth, and proceeded to give me a blowjob whose technique had to have been learned from watching porn. It was toothy, dry, and full of gagging at Summer's end. The only reason that I let it go on as long as I did was because the little mouse on the couch seemed unable to take her eyes from it.
I leaned down, and kissed Summer full on the mouth, which seemed to take her by surprise. After the shock wore off, she melted into the kiss, and was easily pulled to her feet. I slid her black lace panties down her thighs, and she kicked them to the floor. I heard her mumble "Bedroom... Now..." She led me away into the room on the right.
Her room was a mishmash of girlhood and womanhood. It had posters of Fall Out Boy, and My Little Pony. Another poster exclaimed, "The Bible is my sword, and God is my shield," and sported a very Spartan looking warrior. That one was a bit creepy. There were still some stuffed animals scattered about the room. It made me feel a bit like a cradle robber, but only for a moment.
She kissed me again. I have to say that the girl new how to use those pouty pink lips; at least to kiss with. I unbuttoned her sheer blouse, and slid it off her shoulders. The bra soon followed, and I pushed her back on the bed. She landed with her legs spread, her completely hairless pussy framed by the hiked up skirt, and the artfully ripped hose. Her wavy black hair fanned out around her head like an ebony crown.
She had a very pretty pussy. I say that, having seen a fair few that looked like they had went a few rounds with a professional boxer. It was very puffy, her outer and inner lips were swollen, and parted by the level of her excitement. I could see the wetness that had leaked onto her thighs, and I couldn't wait to taste her.
