Straight Male / 43
The Gulf Between Us Kept Us Apart
Until the moment came for us to be together.
Way back in my puberty years when I got hard for no apparent reasons I was obsessed with a girl named Stephanie. She was the daughter of a Bank President and she didn't speak to boys like me. There was a party at a mutual friend's house and I took my skateboard and she said she wanted to learn to ride. I held her up, she let me hold her by the waist, and walked her on the board. Bit by bit she got her balance but she fell and scr**ed her elbow and her knee. Too bad, it happens to everyone. She went inside and the party lady cleaned her up and put a bandaid on her elbow and a bandage on her knee. She blamed me for the fall, I had embarrassed her.
Time passed and she ignored me, until one day I ran into her at the concession counter under the bleachers at the game. We were older, already driving, and she had a nice set under her sweater. I stood behind her smelling her hair and I asked her if she remembered my name. No, she said, I don't know who you are. I told her I remembered her from the fifth grade, and how she fell off the skateboard and she blamed me for being clumsy. She said she didn't remember that, if it happened.
She got her snacks and a drink and I skipped mine, I took her by the elbow and walked her to the parking lot. She didn't want to go there but she didn't break loose either, when I got to my car I put her in the shotgun seat and strapped her in and went around to the driver's side. She asked where I was taking her, and I said it depended, if her parents weren't home we could go there, if not we would go to the funeral parlor, my father worked there and I knew how to get in. The funeral parlor scared her, but there weren't any embalmed bodies there that night, I gave her a choice in which casket she wanted to lose her virginity. Since she didn't pick I picked one that was on the floor, a big one, for a big person, more room for both of us in there.
She didn't like getting in the coffin, nor taking her shoes and pants off. When she saw my dick she looked away and said something about her mother was going to kill her. She got in the casket and laid down and closed her eyes. She was wet, my dick went right in. I fucked her slowly at first and then sped up so I could cum. I emptied myself in her, all the way. She accused me of thinking I was so tough. I took her home because she didn't want to return to the game. She ran inside and five months later we were married.
I got my college paid for, she went but it took her more time because she was balancing two babies, and she got a third one in her senior year. She never worked, she stayed home like all of her friends, I became respectable working for her father at the bank. From time to time there were rumors of some clerk or cashier getting her ass banged in the vault it, I assured her it was purely rumors. She didn't believe them anyway, they were just trying to get me in trouble.
I don't really know the day or week or month that she realized she was really married and that her life was right there in front of her, and being proud of her husband was her job. Along came number four, truly an accident, not planned, not like the other three, anyway she always claimed that the first one wasn't a surprise, she always wanted me to get her pregnant. What she left unsaid was that she got knocked up in a casket at the funeral parlor.
By the time her father died, I was promoted to President of the Bank myself. No one would ever had believed that a kid from where I was born and grew up would be the Bank President. But I was, and I learned the business and got into an expansion mode buying several smaller banks in the area.
It all came real one day when my wife said she had to talk to me. Seems that a boy in the twelfth grade got fresh with our second daughter. What was I going to do about that? Well, fresh didn't mean she was going to get pregnant, he just got his hand up under her sweater. But the standards held by my wife's kind, didn't allow for any touching by boys from the wrong neighborhoods. I called the boy into the bank and gave him two choices, either marry the girl or leave town. Those were my choices so many years ago, it sounded good. He chose to leave town. Smart boy. It got the message out, no touching, these girls were off limits. We heard he got his GED and joined the Marines.
Now when the lights are low and my wife is getting ready for bed, she sets her panties aside on the dresser. She's a bit of a nympho if you ask me, she's got more of a sex drive than I do and she's likes to get her legs around me and squeeze me with her vagina. I don't feel anything but I don't tell her, she believes that's how she's getting me to cum. Some class she took on how to make your husband happy.
Way back in my puberty years when I got hard for no apparent reasons I was obsessed with a girl named Stephanie. She was the daughter of a Bank President and she didn't speak to boys like me. There was a party at a mutual friend's house and I took my skateboard and she said she wanted to learn to ride. I held her up, she let me hold her by the waist, and walked her on the board. Bit by bit she got her balance but she fell and scr**ed her elbow and her knee. Too bad, it happens to everyone. She went inside and the party lady cleaned her up and put a bandaid on her elbow and a bandage on her knee. She blamed me for the fall, I had embarrassed her.
Time passed and she ignored me, until one day I ran into her at the concession counter under the bleachers at the game. We were older, already driving, and she had a nice set under her sweater. I stood behind her smelling her hair and I asked her if she remembered my name. No, she said, I don't know who you are. I told her I remembered her from the fifth grade, and how she fell off the skateboard and she blamed me for being clumsy. She said she didn't remember that, if it happened.
She got her snacks and a drink and I skipped mine, I took her by the elbow and walked her to the parking lot. She didn't want to go there but she didn't break loose either, when I got to my car I put her in the shotgun seat and strapped her in and went around to the driver's side. She asked where I was taking her, and I said it depended, if her parents weren't home we could go there, if not we would go to the funeral parlor, my father worked there and I knew how to get in. The funeral parlor scared her, but there weren't any embalmed bodies there that night, I gave her a choice in which casket she wanted to lose her virginity. Since she didn't pick I picked one that was on the floor, a big one, for a big person, more room for both of us in there.
She didn't like getting in the coffin, nor taking her shoes and pants off. When she saw my dick she looked away and said something about her mother was going to kill her. She got in the casket and laid down and closed her eyes. She was wet, my dick went right in. I fucked her slowly at first and then sped up so I could cum. I emptied myself in her, all the way. She accused me of thinking I was so tough. I took her home because she didn't want to return to the game. She ran inside and five months later we were married.
I got my college paid for, she went but it took her more time because she was balancing two babies, and she got a third one in her senior year. She never worked, she stayed home like all of her friends, I became respectable working for her father at the bank. From time to time there were rumors of some clerk or cashier getting her ass banged in the vault it, I assured her it was purely rumors. She didn't believe them anyway, they were just trying to get me in trouble.
I don't really know the day or week or month that she realized she was really married and that her life was right there in front of her, and being proud of her husband was her job. Along came number four, truly an accident, not planned, not like the other three, anyway she always claimed that the first one wasn't a surprise, she always wanted me to get her pregnant. What she left unsaid was that she got knocked up in a casket at the funeral parlor.
By the time her father died, I was promoted to President of the Bank myself. No one would ever had believed that a kid from where I was born and grew up would be the Bank President. But I was, and I learned the business and got into an expansion mode buying several smaller banks in the area.
It all came real one day when my wife said she had to talk to me. Seems that a boy in the twelfth grade got fresh with our second daughter. What was I going to do about that? Well, fresh didn't mean she was going to get pregnant, he just got his hand up under her sweater. But the standards held by my wife's kind, didn't allow for any touching by boys from the wrong neighborhoods. I called the boy into the bank and gave him two choices, either marry the girl or leave town. Those were my choices so many years ago, it sounded good. He chose to leave town. Smart boy. It got the message out, no touching, these girls were off limits. We heard he got his GED and joined the Marines.
Now when the lights are low and my wife is getting ready for bed, she sets her panties aside on the dresser. She's a bit of a nympho if you ask me, she's got more of a sex drive than I do and she's likes to get her legs around me and squeeze me with her vagina. I don't feel anything but I don't tell her, she believes that's how she's getting me to cum. Some class she took on how to make your husband happy.
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