1. FUCKING PROFESSOR GIVEN - PART2


    Date: 7/4/2015, Categories: Fiction, Author: cyrano, Rating: 85.7, Source: sexstories.com

    Helen's face as she stared into her plate. "Can't do that can you? Wouldn't want the right reverend Fisher to find out his baby girl is a dyke." "Don't call me that!" she shouted standing to her feet. I was sick of her and her family slinging their mud thick piety at me. It started the week of our wedding. The right reverend presented me with medical papers verifying Helen's virginity. Who does that? "My daughter is not some street whore for you to toy with. She's a good girl." What did the pompous motherfucker think we were gonna do: pray our way through sexual urges? Now his lying daughter was standing over me at my table playing the good christian daughter. I wasn't taking it any more. "You don't like the word, Helen? Well, get use to it - and much worse. We'll see how much christian charity you receive when your church folk find out you're munching carpet." She caught me with the whole bowl of pasta before I could react. The steaming mess splattered my shirt and pooled in my lap. she stomped off like a petulant child and slammed our bedroom door behind her. I decided to give her a pass. The truth wasn't pretty. She needed some time to pout and fan herself in self-pity. I looked at the porterhouse in my plate and realized it was no longer what I wanted. What I wanted was tall, stiff drink. "'Sup, Earl?" I called Shauna. If I wasn't getting laid, at least I could enjoy hearing about it from someone who was. "I'm in the dog house, man. Got me sleeping in the guest room." ...
    "what you do?" "I held up a mirror and Helen didn't like what she saw. She's still in denial about her sexuality." "She didn't seem all that confused last night." "I hear you. I'm through playing games. This is coming to a head one way or the other. Who you in bed with tonight?" "I'm by myself. Decided to take a break." "Aren't we a couple of sad sacks?" "Speak for yourself, Earl. I'm voluntarily by myself." "Don't give me that bullshit. You're hiding from someone. Come clean. Who is it?" "Busted. Alright, it's this old rich broad. Must be about your age." "Fuck you, Shauna." She had a good chuckle at my expense. "She was in denial too. And the bitch was lazy. Would just lay there while I got her off and then send me off like the help. I got tired of it. The next time I saw her I worked her right up to an orgasm, and then just dropped her. I'm like, 'I'm sorry baby. I'm just not feeling it today.' Man, she couldn't handle it. She was like, 'What do I have to do, honey.' I was fighting hard not to laugh." "She found plenty of energy, huh?" "You bet your ass she did. She ate my pussy like nobody's business. Even showed me a new trick or two." "Nah. Not you?" "You'd be surprised what freaks some these old broads are - especially the ones who went to private school. They come in crying about no love from daddy. Before nightfall they're eating each other's pussy like it's comfort food." "Sounds like you're speaking from experience." "Fuck you, Earl. P.S. 36. Brooklyn in the house, ...
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