RM Rampage!
Part-1:
When I got back to Utah County after serving my mission, I had a completely different outlook on things. Sexually, I refused to fall into feeling guilty for loving women, and loving to be with women. A good friend of mine returned shortly after I did - he’d been serving in San Francisco and had met two girls there who had been a real temptation for him - and we’d decided to do some rappelling up the canyon from Vivian Park. After we got done, we figured bowling sounded fun and we hit the old alley in south Orem at the top of the hill - just above Provo. While we were there, we saw two cute girls and my buddy started talking to them. After they finished their game, he informed them that they were meeting us at Denny’s, so we jumped into my Jeep and then reunited at a table. Of course, eating at Denny’s is never a good idea, but who cares? We had two cute girls sitting at our table and they were both into me! I started to flirt with the dark-haired gal while my buddy took it upon himself to snag the blonde (I always fold for cute brunettes). After making a few lame jokes and getting a few solid laughs, the girls told us that they wanted to walk on the tracks down on the west side of Provo. So we loaded into my Jeep and we arrived near the old bridge where the tracks cross the Provo river. Then things got a little sketchy. One of the girls - I don’t recall which one - started climbing up the curved part of the bridge and scooted herself about halfway across the top before she realized it was a really bad idea. It was late, it was dark… and no fooling, we realized a train was coming. She started freaking out, then we started freaking out, and at that point, there was nothing any of us could do. She hugged tight and the train flew by while we watched in horror.
I was relieved to see that she’d held on throughout the entire length of the train, and I climbed up one of the arms and helped her down safely. We headed back to my buddy’s apartment and we were all laying in his room. We were just talking when I heard a funny sound. I thought that someone had farted, but then I heard it again and both the girls started laughing. This was the first time I had ever learned that girls could “queef” from their vagina!! I asked them what that was and even I was laughing, thinking we’d found some pretty ballsy chicks… which is when she said, “It’s my pussy. A pussy fart.” We pulled the blinds up so there was some moon light coming in, and we all watched her roll her knees toward her ears, fill her pussy with air, then she’d let loose. I was laying close to her, and although I second guess myself now, I could have sworn I smelled the sweet, musky smell of her pretty vagina. I became dizzy, and I slid over to her and kissed her. She grabbed onto me and I noticed the same thing was happening on the mattress next to me. I skipped her perky tits and, being naive and eager, I slipped one, then two fingers into that slippery gap of hers and heard her moan. I’m still partial to a modest patch of pubic hair on a woman because of her. I loved the way her damp hair stuck to the sides of her labia and parted the way for my mouth to dive into that swollen, soaking wet slit of hers. I could hear my friend doing his best to avoid having sex with that cute blonde, but I could hear her devouring his cock right next to me. It made me insane and I sucked my girl’s clit into my mouth, and while keeping it sucked in, I played circles around it with my coordinated tongue. I slid my fingers into her and pounded her pussy with while I swallowed a huge mouthful of her wetness. She was delicious, and after that, I preferred to eat pussy instead of fuck for many years, until I realized that I had hips that were unique. Hips, and a build-in talent for fucking in a very special way.
I didn’t care that my friend wasn’t going to give the girl that he was with what she wanted. I finally slid my pants down (I still remember the sound that my belt made when my pants hit the floor), and I guided my big, rigid dick between her pussy lips. I buried it so deep that I remember feeling my pee hole hit her cervix and it actually stung and I jolted back with a little pain. Apparently she did too, because I heard her gasp. She asked me to go really slow, so I worked it in and out until my shaft was saturated all the way to my pubic mound. I put my hands next to her ribs and I pushed myself up. I could see her looking up at me with her hands on my chest. I could hear that same, familiar, sticky sound of sex that still drives me crazy to this day. I mean, it REALLY drives me crazy. I could feel myself about to cum, so I pulled out… I hate to admit this, but I had no protection at all. In fact, over the years, I rarely used any and luckily never picked up an STD of any kind or fertilized an accidental pregnancy. I placed my face between her legs and started lapping my way to another orgasm. Once she came all over my mouth again, I slid back into her and picked up my speed once again. I went from a “push-up” position down into a low hug, and I buried my face in the pillow and next to her ear while cupping both of her shoulders from under her armpits, and I thrust my sweaty pelvis into her fat clit again. Slowly. Deeply. Breathing. I could feel my trim tummy slide against hers. I could hear them pull apart, then reconnect. She moaned again and was gasping under my weight. All male energy claiming her feminine goodness. I jerked out, grasped my massive, swollen cock, and I begin to stroke it and squeeze it while I shot a stream of semen past her face, past the pillow, and: onto the blinds over 6′ away. Stream after pearly white stream of warm, potent cum erupted from my young balls, and I covered her tits, and stomach. Pools collected in her dainty little concave clavicle area, and in her belly button.
That was the only night that I ever saw her. I had a massive desire to see her again, but I never got any of her information. I ran into her friend about three years later and found out that she’d gone away to BYU Idaho shortly after that, and she’d gotten married. I also found out that she had been a virgin and had tried to figure out how to contact me. One of the early tragedies in my life that haunted me for a long time. I really liked her and had such an amazing night with her. Although we didn’t work out, I did get her name and have talked to her several times over the past decade. Maybe someday, the timing and circumstances will allow a reunion and a do-over… especially now that I know exactly what I’m doing…
On a side note: this event triggered a rampage that my friend and I would go on for almost 13 years, terrorizing Utah and Salt Lake County, as well as the St. George, Kanab, Moab, and Monticello areas. It also triggered a love for pleasing married women, some my friend’s wives, and some strangers. With and without my buddy there to help me.
Stay tune for Part-2…
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