One of My Favorite Memories!
[QUOTE=DoubleLife;6604597]Well, I was raised in a fundamentalist Baptist cult so I'm more of a self-righteous, self-centered, narcissistic, prick. But in a nice way. When I got caught in a relationship between a stripper, a bar fly, and my wife they were all text fighting back and forth and everything was exposed. All trying to get me to explain myself and how could I do this, even threatening me. When this was going on I was at the fireworks with a forth girl. I got tired of my phone going off so I sent out a group text to all. "Fuck y'all! I'm dumping all of you cheating wholes. " They all changed their tune with me instantly. Because they wanted to be the one that remains. They are so competitive! A few days later I sent out a group text, "I need a good blow job. Who's down?" Two of them decided to give it their best. Probably 10 years ago and I'm still friends with them both. I never heard from the bar fly again. I never paid any woman for anything back then. Now, I pay them to leave.[/QUOTE]My wife and I were living in subsidized housing while I was in school. What passed for a wall between apartments was really a whisper transmission device. The row of apartments were all mirrors of the next block, so our back bedroom abutted the next apartment's back bedroom. We had injudiciously pushed our bed against the adjoining wall. In the middle of the night, my wife shook me awake: "Listen! Listen!" The young black woman who lived next door, who attended the same college I did, was yowling, moaning and screaming. "Yeah?" I mumbled. "What?" "She's your friend, aren't you going to do something?" "Jesus Christ! She's getting fucked! It sounds to me like he's got it under control! My wife responds with "She's having sex? I don't sound like that when I'm having sex!" "I certainly know that. Now go back to sleep." This was easy for her to do because she didn't have a raging hard on. I lay there listening to the cacophony of lascivious sounds as the black woman was getting dicked down big time. I won't go through the whole story, but yes, this small but talented penis of mine could make her scream just as loud, as could my fingers and tongue. It was so much fun making her shiver and shake trying to push my head off her coochie or begging me to stop because I could out-fuck her black lovers. And YES, knowing my wife had instigated all this just made it richer and more fulfilling. Darla was slim, tall, with long legs and a big ass. I fucked that woman until the end of the semester. When I wasn't on her, some black guy would be pouring the coals to her. Her moans and screams now enthralled me rather than annoyed me. I'd climb on the old lady and fuck her to the salacious music Darla was making in the adjacent apartment. Good times!
Coochie (If you can't fuck the one you want, fuck one to the rhythms in the next room) Eater.
God bless you all.