Who Was She Really?

Deep inside I could feel the throb and warmth of her wet pussy.  We both buzzed off the alcohol, position after position, grip after grip, that’s was her pussy on my dick, that was her pussy automatic, it was a good fit, with her legs stretched wide open wiggling on my shoulders I knew she could get spoiled by my dick, and if continued fucking her, her clit would be responding like it was from the get, from the get she wanted me in it, like a funnel stretched down in her tunnel, my shaft, my head, I’m squeezing on her ass.  For quite awhile, somewhere around an hour, after the bar closed this was my type of after hour.  I only fucked her once, and nutted once her pussy stayed wet this was sweaty sex. She might let me, so should I fuck her again!?


I met the women that I spoke about in the prepositional (first paragraph) through a friend, but I had already known her brother, we attended the same high school on the city’s Westside.  I already had a girlfriend, but she didn’t know that I had seen my so called friend physically touch her while he was riding in the car with me and her.  To this day, he still does not know that I know where he put his hands.  This dude was in the backseat, I was the passenger, and my girl was driving.  I gave her ample time to speak up, but nothing.  I eventually started doing my male thing and became sexually interested in other women without her knowledge.  Now follow me, she decides to finally cheat on me with a guy that was sleeping with the women who I had met through this so called friend a few years earlier.  My girlfriend who didn’t tell me about my friends misplaced hands put me in a position as the saying goes “kill two birds with one stone.”  I knew that the women knew me as a friend to this so called friend that had a relationship with her years earlier.  I also knew that my girlfriend cheated with this woman’s boyfriend years later.


That is why I gave her the dick.  Now here’s where things got strange.  A few days ago; literally, I was on Facebook and her photo popped up in the section labeled “People You May Know.”  As I inspected her photos, clearly it was her, she had the same last name as one of the older immediate relative’s before married.  I won’t mention any further!  I hope I did not accidentally fuck my cousin’s pussy to a degree of wetness that I still recall.  I’m somewhat curious to know if it was my cousin who made my dick hard to the very last drop?  Naw, maybe I don’t wanna know.


Max AKA BraineMatter AKA DeWayne White
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Published on November 22, 2015 09:10
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