93lxhorsecock
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- Jul 3, 2003
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Well it was Oct. of 99. I had been locked up in this rehab for about 6 months, man was I hurtin for a woman. I had gotten a job while I was still living there and had to return every nite to the stinking rehab.. They carted us on a van from Wilmer into town, then I took the bus to work, got off work, took the bus back to downtown, where the van took us back to the rehab. (BTW, no chance of gettting any pussy in the rehab, men and women were separated. )
I had a load saved up that was worthy of the Rustoleum Institute, and was tired of jacking off....
The receptionist at my job was kid enough to give me an occasional half ass blowjob at lunch, but this story is not about her. The point is, it was a hard existance, and no time to get laid.
Well, finally the day came when I was allowed to have my car at the rehab, and could get to where I wanted to go, with a little more time on my hands.
So on day 2 of having my own transportation again, I was in line at the drive thru at the bank. Next to me is an average looking girl with strawberry blonde hair. At that particular time my standards were quite low, and she looked like the most beautiful woman I had seen in 10 years.
She was brushing her hair and checking it in the mirror, and I was watching her. Through the window I yelled.... "yes your hair looks fantastic!" And she said, "Thank you! ) We made small talk through the window and I told her to pull over in the lot if she had a minute. She did.
I get in her car and there is a half empty 12 pack in the floorboard. We talk some more and I discover she has had a bad day. I console her with some kind words, and tell her I have had a rough 8 months. She felt sorry for me and smiled. I said, "Sometimes the only real healing comes from the loving touch of a human hand....... " To which she agreed. I told her that the touch of a woman was a fleeting memory for me and it was embarrasing to admit that. As I said that I reached for her hand........
I said, I had a couple of hours to kill before returning to the looney bin and asked if she would like to spend it with me... she said yes.
Right there I kissed her long and hard. It was a kiss laden with sexual overtones, and I knew I had found my saviour.
So I followed her to her apartment, and we kissed some more. Within 6 minutes my clothes were off and her hands were around my cock. I fumbled with her blouse and soon her breasts were in my mouth. She had a nicely trimmed lower unit, and I plowed my fingers eagerly into it while she played with my swollen man-hammer.
She told me she wouldn't have sex with me, but she would give me head, to which I agreed on the condition that she stick her ass in my face whilst she was gobbling my cock. Soon I was buried down her throat and my tongue found its way into her steaming little peach pantry. I rammed her with my tongue, I rammed her with my fingers, and I tickled her butthole with my thumb.
She jumped off of me, fumbled in her nightstand for a condom, and said, "I am not letting you out of here without getting some of that cock of yours!!" How could I resist? I delved into her hungrily, and soon found a rythm that was good for both of us.
Suddenly her pussy began unfolding and pushing me out with the all to familiar symptoms of a violent, gushing, external orgasm, much to my delight ! She soon shot about a half a cup of cum everywhere, and asked with a look of surprise "what is happening ?"
I got back in and continued thrusting til climax, and I felt like a new man again........
I had a few more episodes like that, then once I got out of the rehab, I saw her on a regular basis. She wasn't much to look at, to tell ya the truth, but she had delivered me from the depths of the dry spell I had sunken into, and I felt it was my duty to continue the debauchery.
I soon found that she was addicted to anal sex, and played that angle for all it was worth. I figured out how to make her have an anal induced orgasm, and one of my favorite tricks was to lay her on her back on the edge of the bed and enter her ass while playing with her clit. Without fail she would climax with extreme force, shooting tremendous amounts of clear liquid out of her vagina in a 6 to 8 inch fountain. This would continue until the bed, the floor and pillows were completely soaked. One time I made her come in a beer bottle and saved it til the next time she was about to come, and promptly dumped it on her face and tits, and she drank it all up and licked her breasts and replied it was delicious........
Bless her heart, I will never forget her. Her desire to have sex was phenominal, and she was a woman to truly experiment on and with. She knew no boundaries.
I have moved on, and don't see her anymore, but she will always have a special place in my heart.
I had a load saved up that was worthy of the Rustoleum Institute, and was tired of jacking off....
The receptionist at my job was kid enough to give me an occasional half ass blowjob at lunch, but this story is not about her. The point is, it was a hard existance, and no time to get laid.
Well, finally the day came when I was allowed to have my car at the rehab, and could get to where I wanted to go, with a little more time on my hands.
So on day 2 of having my own transportation again, I was in line at the drive thru at the bank. Next to me is an average looking girl with strawberry blonde hair. At that particular time my standards were quite low, and she looked like the most beautiful woman I had seen in 10 years.
She was brushing her hair and checking it in the mirror, and I was watching her. Through the window I yelled.... "yes your hair looks fantastic!" And she said, "Thank you! ) We made small talk through the window and I told her to pull over in the lot if she had a minute. She did.
I get in her car and there is a half empty 12 pack in the floorboard. We talk some more and I discover she has had a bad day. I console her with some kind words, and tell her I have had a rough 8 months. She felt sorry for me and smiled. I said, "Sometimes the only real healing comes from the loving touch of a human hand....... " To which she agreed. I told her that the touch of a woman was a fleeting memory for me and it was embarrasing to admit that. As I said that I reached for her hand........
I said, I had a couple of hours to kill before returning to the looney bin and asked if she would like to spend it with me... she said yes.
Right there I kissed her long and hard. It was a kiss laden with sexual overtones, and I knew I had found my saviour.
So I followed her to her apartment, and we kissed some more. Within 6 minutes my clothes were off and her hands were around my cock. I fumbled with her blouse and soon her breasts were in my mouth. She had a nicely trimmed lower unit, and I plowed my fingers eagerly into it while she played with my swollen man-hammer.
She told me she wouldn't have sex with me, but she would give me head, to which I agreed on the condition that she stick her ass in my face whilst she was gobbling my cock. Soon I was buried down her throat and my tongue found its way into her steaming little peach pantry. I rammed her with my tongue, I rammed her with my fingers, and I tickled her butthole with my thumb.
She jumped off of me, fumbled in her nightstand for a condom, and said, "I am not letting you out of here without getting some of that cock of yours!!" How could I resist? I delved into her hungrily, and soon found a rythm that was good for both of us.
Suddenly her pussy began unfolding and pushing me out with the all to familiar symptoms of a violent, gushing, external orgasm, much to my delight ! She soon shot about a half a cup of cum everywhere, and asked with a look of surprise "what is happening ?"
I got back in and continued thrusting til climax, and I felt like a new man again........
I had a few more episodes like that, then once I got out of the rehab, I saw her on a regular basis. She wasn't much to look at, to tell ya the truth, but she had delivered me from the depths of the dry spell I had sunken into, and I felt it was my duty to continue the debauchery.
I soon found that she was addicted to anal sex, and played that angle for all it was worth. I figured out how to make her have an anal induced orgasm, and one of my favorite tricks was to lay her on her back on the edge of the bed and enter her ass while playing with her clit. Without fail she would climax with extreme force, shooting tremendous amounts of clear liquid out of her vagina in a 6 to 8 inch fountain. This would continue until the bed, the floor and pillows were completely soaked. One time I made her come in a beer bottle and saved it til the next time she was about to come, and promptly dumped it on her face and tits, and she drank it all up and licked her breasts and replied it was delicious........
Bless her heart, I will never forget her. Her desire to have sex was phenominal, and she was a woman to truly experiment on and with. She knew no boundaries.
I have moved on, and don't see her anymore, but she will always have a special place in my heart.
