3 fingers inside

Hi, I’m Keegan. I’m a 25 year old American man who up until very recently thought that I was a pretty normal guy, and nothing too crazy would happen in my life… until a few days ago. Alright, I’m getting ahead of myself, let me give you all a little bit of backstory on my life. I’m just a bit over 6’4”, I grew up in Wisconsin in the United States. I have dark brown hair cropped short and brown eyes. I think my best features are likely my strong facial structure and discerning presence. I tend to c
ut through a lot of the bullshit when I’m around people, and zero in on the most important things. My childhood was spent helping out around the farm, so while I may not be sculpted like someone who goes to the gym, I like to think that I’m pretty well built, with tanned strong arms from lifting bales of hay. I had some close friends in grade school, but mostly in school I wasn’t that popular, and didn’t have much luck with the ladies Me and my friends would mostly just spend time goofing off and talking about the cutest girls in our year. 

Things started to change for me when I lost my virginity in college at 18 (old… i know!). Although I knew how to hang with the country boys, my mom was from the city, and I had this sensitive side to me, so when I applied for university I decided to do an art history degree. Most of my friends didn’t get it, but I actually met some really cool girls in my class who I introduced to my friends. 

I won’t get into it, but basically after I lost my virginity word started to get around that I was… well endowed. On a bad day I was 9 inches hard, and that could easily get up to 10 or 11. I started to have quite a few suitors after that. Those were great times, but a story for another day. After I graduated I left the art world behind and got a job at a consulting firm, and since then things have been pretty routine. I had a long term girlfriend, and around a year ago we broke up, and I started having to entertain myself. I took up bowling on the weekends with my friends to let off some steam, and hey, I’m not too bad! 

Now let’s get to the crazy part… This past Saturday I was with my buddy Kyle just throwing them down easy when this gang of three middle aged women came up to us to ask if they could share our lane, as the rest of them were full. Kyle looked at me, and I realized we had both noticed the same thing. They were SMOKING hot! I know you’re probably thinking ‘well women in Wisconsin are beautiful, what’s the big deal?’, no, these women were on a different level. Huge blossoming breasts jumping out of their ill-fitted cardigans, hair like sexy pirate lady hair, big luscious plump lips. See, I told you I have a sensitive side… I know how to compliment a lady.

Me and Kyle agreed to have them on our lane, and it became clear to us that they were complete beginners, barely knew how to hold the bowling balls. I told them, you need three fingers inside it, and they started to laugh. I blushed when I realized what I had said, but the leader of the women Kandice told me to not be embarrassed, and sometimes three fingers was not even enough, to which I blushed harder. These ladies loved it, and I couldn’t help but notice that as they laughed a flush spread down their ageing chests, directing my eyes to their bosoms. Kyle was sweating but trying to play it cool. He offered to buy us a round of drinks, and I was left alone with the three ladies.

It had been a long time since I felt the touch of a woman, and I could feel y pulse quickening, some deep animal instinct wanting to tear off their underwear with my teeth… I kept that part under control, but the ladies seemed to have similar ideas. Kandice told me that she had recently divorced from her husband. Her girlfriends smirked while she told me that he couldn’t seem to please her in the ways she needed. She said that when he was young he had all of this energy, but he had slowed down after the horrible car accident. It was my turn to bowl, which I let her know, so I got up and just threw it with precision. A strike! Kandice obviously liked that, she cheered and came up and gave me a hug. When I felt her supple cougar body pressing up against me it was just too much for me and I got hard. Now when I get hard, it’s pretty obvious, and Kandice obviously noticed, rubbing up on me a little. She let out a husky laugh and said she had to go to the bathroom with her girlfriends. 

By the time Kyle got back, I was feeling crazy. This lustrous sensuous woman had completely taken me by storm. Kyle saw my bulge and laughed and told me to calm down. When the women got back from the bathroom something had changed. Kandice was being a lot more flirty, and at one point asked if I could come out for a smoke with her. When we got outside, she told me she left her cigarettes in her car, so I followed her, letting myself be lead by the hand as if in some sort of haze. When we got to the car, she accidentally dropped the pack under the driver seat, and cursed while bending to get them. I tried not to look, but her threadbare skirt rode up her legs to show that she wasn’t wearing underwear… I could see it all, her glistening pussy, the labia major, the labia minora, the clitoris protruding… I couldn’t help myself and let out a little moan of enthusiasm. She bent down farther to try and find the cigarettes, wiggling her bum a little. Finally she said ‘are you going to enter me or not big boy?’

I started in shock, ‘here in the parking lot?’, she reached back to grab a fistful of my pulsating dick, masterfully undoing the zipper of my Levi’s and throwing my pants to the ground. I told her I wasn’t going to wear a condom. I have always hated condoms. There is something that inhibits the true nature of sexuality when you are wrapping yourself in some stinky slimy rubber hellhole. I have always found that I get closest to the people I have sex with when I don’t wear a condom. I tried a couple times in college, and it just sucked, for fluid bonding is how I conceive of soul connection. I understand that this is a turn off for some people, and do not judge them for it. I am upfront with my convictions, and am ok to hear no, but I will not be soiling my sexual crystal with a rubber blanket. She purred lustfully and let me know that she would also never disgrace her sacred feminine with corporate condoms. She bade me enter and I did. 

 Like a chipmunk entering a hole in the tree, I fit into her perfectly. 1, 2, 4, 5, 8, 9, 10 inches all the way in, no problem!! She let out a guttural sound that almost sent me over the edge with lust. I had never been this deep inside of a woman before, and I forgot where I was and just started going at it like crazy. We were like adam and eve, I tasting the apple and her tasting my dick vaginally. Carnal, passionate. At one point she told me ‘no more backshots… i’m taking control and riding you real good’. She put me in the bed of her truck and just started bouncing. The sound of her insane wetness sloshing up and down on my dick made my heart feel unburdened for the first time in a year since my devastating breakup. 

I felt her natural juices running all over my thighs as I thrust back in a rhythm, making the truck bounce up and down in synchronicity with our lovemaking. I reached forwards and ripped off the ill fitting cardigan that barely concealed her bulbous breasts and candy nipples. They started flying all over the place, so I grabbed one and craned my neck to put it in my mouth. The moan she let out made everything worth it, every bad memory I’ve ever had, every time I would get thrown in a locker by the school bully, that time where everyone laughed at my emotional analysis of a Jackson Pollock painting… everything had led up to this moment, and I stopped regretting and second guessing myself. I was made to fuck, like a well oiled machine, I had found my calling. A calling that touched the core of my soul, and something beyond that. 

She told me she wanted to give me head, but I told her that I wanted to see if three fingers inside really wasn’t enough for her. I smirked a little as I had her squirting from her vagina within 2 minutes. I told her I was going back in, and spent a quick second thanking some higher power for letting us fuck without a condom. This time, wet from her serious squirting I couldn’t control myself. In the bed of her truck I came… and came… and came… I had never had such an orgasm in my life. It felt like my penis was pulsing for an hour, and the creampie couldn’t be contained. 

Kandice looked at me and smiled. ‘You’ve never had a Wisconsin divorcee before have you?’ I could barely even grunt, so exhausted. She had take my seed and energy. All of a sudden I heard some grunting from the truck parked next to us, I looked up and saw Kyle with the two other milfs, getting pegged by one while recieving head from the other. I jumped for joy! I think the pavement cracked from how much we fucked in those trucks that night… 

EPILOGUE:

Kandice ended up getting back together with her husband and tried making it work for her kids sake… 9 months later the reception at my work gave me a postcard with a little baby on it from kandice.. It said ’i preferred getting your dick to bowling.. but now I have a baby.’ I tried to be present in the childs life, but the husband got sick of me hanging around, he never knew. I ended up having to leave town, but I still think back on that insane night, and rub one out in her honour.