Getting dumped sucks. Getting dumped in a small, Midwestern town, sucks significantly more. Its quite easy to run short on options to bounce back.
Heres my true story that hits rebounds harder than Rodman in the playoffs….
Mid July in the midwest, weather looks pretty, but burns your face, corn, and every hick town has a festival. This weekend was ours. I was looking forward to having an excuse for being shit-faced. Since my break up, id spent 6 weeks finding out what my liver was really made of, and people were starting to talk…
Though it was a special weekend at the Purple Plow (where the festival was centered), us regulars were already in our assigned bar stools by mid afternoon. A few people fluttered in and out while the band was warming up under a small circus tent, but the crowd didn’t get heavy until about 5 o’clock. The side door screeched open (as nobody ever uses that way), and in they came. All wearing black tops and denim. Made up just a little on the trashy side of life….. 9 ladies celebrating a very pregnant bride-to-be and her upcoming nuptials…..
The first thing I did was search the bar, in a panic, for anyone who could help even the odds…. 9 to 1 just wasn’t in my favor. After I realized I was surrounded by old men and married couples, I decided to shoot for the stars. I called the bartender over, ordered 10 shots of something light and fruity….
I got the tray to the table, before anyone could wait on them, and I introduced myself as “this evenings entertainment”…. cheesy as fuck, but it broke the ice. After exchanging names and pleasantries, I learned the bride was indeed expecting and a second lady was of only 18 (to young for my taste). This left me with 3 shots…. that I needed.
Casual flirting commenced, a few of the ladies were taking liberties with their groping, but one woman had my attention. This leggy brunette, painted on jeans, fire engine red high heels, and a body that left me in disbelief. After a few dances to the juke box, she laughed and said they were leaving, but may come back when the band starts. They were staying at the brides family’s cottage just a few blocks away. And that sucked.
Back to the stool I went. At least I had physical contact with an actual woman….. opening band is finishing up, tequila is starting to flow, the owner asks me to grab cases of beer from the cellar. Not even an issue. On my third trip up, I nearly fell back down the stairs when she was standing there, full breasts on the bar, nearly popping from that shirt. She looked me straight in the eye and blew me a kiss….. the old man would have to get the rest himself….
We spent the next 3 hours pounding drinks, groping eachothers bodies, and wandering off to edge eachother closer and closer. Finally, she drug me down an alley, sat me on an old lawn chair in someone’s backyard and shoved her fun bags in my face and demanded that I suck them until she cums….. surprisingly, the way she managed to dry hump me, it only took a few minutes before she was shaking in orgasm… a definite first for me!
She took me by the bulge in my shorts and said “I hope nobody is waiting for you.” That made me a bit nervous, but I rolled with it, right on down the alley. Next thing I know, she has me mounted, reverse cowgirl, grinding the tightest pussy ive ever been in, up and down my shaft. She was so tight, when she slid down, her lips were like a squeegee, and our juices were flooding my balls.
We both knew I couldn’t hold back much longer thats when she switched it. got on the couch, on her knees, leaning over the back. Her hands were against the front window, maybe 10 feet from people walking down the sidewalk. She glared over her shoulder and, through her teeth, growled that she wanted my cum. Who was I to say no!?! A few strokes later and I went full beast mode as almost 2 months of pent up nut exploded inside of the most beautiful woman id ever had the chance to fuck! It was gushing from her before I was even done shooting it.
Then, suddenly, she frozeput her hand over her pussy as she withdrew me, and without breaking eye contact, sat on the couch and sucked every last drop out of, and off, my cock. She pushed me to the side, and without me hearing a thing (it mustve been when I was going full hulk on her), in slipped 3 other ladies from the party….. 2 sat on love seats nearby, but the VERY pregnant and very naked bride-to-be locked eyes with that tight little slit that was bubbling my love sauce, and she ended up on all 4s stalking it like a cat, licking her way up this woman’s thighs until she was licking and slurping my cum from its hot little container, only to turn and share it with her two other friends.
Thats when the first woman told me to “get comfortable” because they were going to spend the night milking me, until they were finished. I said “death by snu snu…. lets go.”
By morning I had lost count of everything, but that bride, she had the most violent orgasms ive ever witnessed, a thing of beauty. When I went to leave, the other 5 had 3 more guys in the bedrooms, in very much the same shape as me. I know one of them, and we sure like to laugh about that night.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/rqn0id/helluva_rebound