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Click hereI was enjoying her enjoying me so much that I momentarily forgot all about my girlfriend and the reason I was fucking her elderly roommate in the first place. Then the back door suddenly flung open, and there was my girlfriend three feet away, in utter shock and awe, speechless, furious. My buddy who'd given her a ride home stood behind her and tried to suppress his laughing. I'd not informed him of my plan.
Grace had that doe-in-the-headlights-of-a-Peterbilt look, but I just continued to fuck her, though much more slowly and making sure to hold her legs high and wide so that my girlfriend could clearly see my cock penetrating her pussy.
"Oh, hi," I said, as nonchalantly as I could. "Have a nice night at work?"
"At the end of my shift, they fired me for being late, you mother-fucking two-timing son of a bitch! You caused me to be late!" Gina fumed.
"Aaaaaw. Tsk. Tsk. Too bad," I replied. "Perhaps you were discharged for a variety of reasons, like breaking the must-wear-underwear, or excessive-ejaculate-on-legs, or contributing-to-the-delinquency-of-the-drunk-in-the-alley rules. 'Two-timing,' you say? Since you two-timed with flyboy in Arizona, I really didn't think you'd mind me making love with your roommate. By the way, SHE's an excellent lover, with BIG tits, a GREAT, SHAVED pussy, and is an all-around much more INTERESTING person."
"She's a drunk old horny hag, and I'm breaking up with you effective now!" She huffed.
I said, "Drunk," undoubtedly. "Old," well, yes, compared to you and me. "Horny," definitely. But "hag?" I take issue with that term, as it's just plain mean, and, for your information, the effective date of our break-up was yesterday when I found the Phoenix tag on your luggage stuffed with cum-stained sex-wear. The dicking I gave you today in the car was merely a post-relationship venting of aggression towards my FORMER lying and cheating girlfriend. Now would you be so kind as to excuse us while I finish making love to your roommate?"
She slammed the door and left with my buddy while I fucked Grace in every conceivable position all over that apartment, including Gina's bed, chair, and dresser, for the next several hours. Good thing that bottle of Lubriderm was an extra-large size! Grace kept saying how sorry she was, feeling she had caused the break-up—which, of course, she hadn't—so I had no choice but to keep sticking my cock back in her mouth to squelch the needless apologies. Eventually, I spewed a huge load into her mouth, which she consumed with obvious relish and appreciation, a welcome change of attitude.
After that evening, I saw each of them only once again. I saw Grace at her middle son's wedding just a few months later. She never let on in any way that anything had happened between us, but it was quite apparent that her old drug and alcohol problem had, if anything, worsened. A couple years later, I heard that her three sons, as a last resort, had her put in a long-term substance abuse facility—the kind, like the Hotel California in the Eagles' song of the same name, in which "You can check in any time you want, but you can never leave."
About a year later, I saw the old girlfriend on a bicycle, but she did not see me. As always, she looked terrific, and still had the best butt I've ever seen. I recently learned that Grace died a few years ago (she would have been in her early- to mid-70s) and that Gina wed the pilot soon after we broke up. Though they are still married, I know through the grapevine that it's not happily, as he wants a family, and she apparently cannot conceive and refuses to adopt. I wonder how long Gina's perfect ass; firm, puffy-nippled B-cups; beautiful face; and gorgeous blond curls will hold up, and how long he'll consider them enough of a counterbalance against her many deficiencies.
And so, I am happy to report that, in the words of Jagger and Richards, "Time, time, time--time is on MY side. Yes it is."
- COMMENTS
What's the deal with the negative comments? People, read the story again. What you say has no basis. All the characters have good and bad aspects. I loved the story, personally.
Unexpectedly, this story has aroused strong feelings. I've never posted a comment on my own story before, but perhaps some clarifications will help:
First, this story--like all of mine--is true, and, like the home plate umpire, "I call 'em like I see 'em." Of course, as the author, I stress certain aspects and de-emphasize others, but I try to present a balanced, "round" portrait of the main characters. Accordingly, none of them--Gina, Grace, or I--are all good or all bad.
If you are familiar with me from my other stories, you know that I was uncharacteristically bad in screwing Grace to avenge Gina's lying and unfaithfulness. Even so, I liked Grace a lot. She was interesting, refined, a good conversationalist, and, as it turned out, sexually superb.
As the comments so far reflect, every reader will come away with a different take. For me, this experience was about contrasts and choices inherent in personal relationships. Contrast in that Gina and Grace were polar opposites, and that I was both similar to and different from each of them. Choice in that they DECIDED to room together; I DECIDED to date Gina exclusively though she professed to love me and I just liked her; I DECIDED to spend time at the apartment alone with GRACE and therefore get to be friends; I DECIDED to follow my instincts to find out that Gina was fooling around; and I DECIDED to seek revenge by fucking Grace where Gina would discover us. Note that I also DECIDED to keep screwing Grace for several more hours after Gina left, and thus the vengeance was done, purely because Grace was such a good lover.
Those choices had consequences, and we all had to live with them. If I had to do it all over again, I would definitely do things differently: I would have hopped in the shower with Gina's friend. I would have furnished a cock to the three bisexual babes across the street. I would have gone out with the beautiful cocktail waitress who was flirting with me at the bar where Gina worked. And I would have fucked Grace, not for revenge, but just for fun.
I could and should have done all those things because I was not in love with Gina. I should have broken up with her as soon as I realized she was not The One, but I stayed with her faithfully for 6 or 8 months in keeping with my be-a-good-boyfriend/husband complex until, upon discovering her unfaithfulness, all the pent-up frustration exploded in the fuck-Grace-for-vengeance scheme.
The whole tenor felt tongue in cheek to me. When a writer has the vocabulary to use "frangible" you can bet it was not his objective to demean older women.
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Her character was sad and damaged but why is that his responsibility? She would have joined him without the joint and the drinks. She had been coming on to him. Why did the writer add the bad behavior? Probably as a way to make nobody in the story likable in a send-up of the compulsion toward revenge that doesn't worry about collateral damage.
you sound like a cunt. this is fiction. you make it seem like the third coming of the fucking death camps. what, are you on the rag or something? Some writing is done for cunts like you and the writers names are Browning, Frost, and
Ginny Wolfe.Stick with them and let the big dogs run. Oh and stay away from Bukowski as well.