A Woman Scorned

A friend introduced me to his cousin. She was a year younger than me. She had that “girl next door look” with an incredible body. She was pretty and sweet and exuded sexuality. She married right after high school and divorced 9 months later. Caught cheating on her twice was too much to overcome.

I told her I was headed back to college the next day and she asked if she could catch a ride to visit a boy friend and a couple girl friends. I told her it was no problem and that it would be her and me and a friend of mine. I picked her up at 9 the next morning and off we went. The trip was great. She was fun and the three of us passed the time quickly. I dropped her off at her boyfriend’s and went home. Two hours later I got a call from her. She was very upset and crying. She had a fight with this new boyfriend and grabbed her stuff and stormed out. Her friends weren’t available could I come get her? I was on my way. I took her to my apartment, made her dinner and did my best to make her feel better.

She really opened up to me about her life. The divorce was traumatic and she sort of went on a campaign against men. I told her how sorry I was and there really were some nice guys out there for her. She approached me and gave me a hug and kissed me on the cheek. I couldn’t help but feel her ample breasts pressed against my chest. i pulled away before she could feel my reaction. We had a couple drinks and talked some more. I was determined to not try to take advantage of her emotional state since her cousin was a very good friend of mine.

It was getting late. I showed her to my room and told her she could sleep there and I’d take the bed in an adjacent room. She put her suitcase beside the bed and turned and put her arms around my neck, pulled me close and said, “the bed next door won’t be necessary “. She kissed me passionately. Again I showed some restraint and tried to step back but she looked straight into my eyes and said, “ don’t be silly” or aren’t you attracted to me, really”? I was embarrassed. She had a lot more experience than I had and, of course I couldn’t resist.

She kissed me again and I responded and she could tell. She stepped back, pulled her top off over her head and I was captivated by her perfect body. Her bra was overflowing, her tummy was flat and her skin was perfect. I was breathless. She stepped forward, reached down and started to unbuckle my jeans. Again, looking straight into my eyes, she reached into my boxers and grabbed my cock. Without a word, she knelt down, exposed my cock, and took it into her warm mouth. It wasn’t my first but almost. I was in heaven and she knew exactly what she was doing. Once I was halfway able to think again, I reached
down and unhooked her bra. Her breasts were spectacular…. and huge.

Fortunately, I was a fairly good student because we spent the next three days barely coming up for air or food. THIS IS A TRUE STORY. As I mentioned, she was on a campaign to get even with men. She told me story after story about the boys she teased and tormented. She was a “hand job queen”. She kept track…. maybe a hundred guys…young and old. It seems guys can’t resist a pretty face and big tits. I hope to tell some of her stories here. Fewer words and more graphic I promise. Sometimes being a nice guy pays off……. at least that’s what she said attracted her to me. Damn luckily for me. Stay tuned. A woman scorned is nearly unstoppable.

By Anonymous May 13

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