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It seems like every town has that one guy who’s a total asshole, isn’t particularly great looking, but somehow fucks a different girl every weekend.

In my town, it was a guy named Barry. Every Friday and/or Saturday night, I would see him leaving a party or gathering with a different girl — and every Monday I’d hear him talking about what a bad fuck she was, how she choked on his cum or some other story designed to humiliate her.

None of them ever denied it and a lot of them went back for seconds — because the rumor was he was well-hung and knew how to use it. He made several runs at me when we were in college, but I didn’t wanna be a discussion topic on Monday.

Once we were out of college, however…

The whole town was at a party outside of his house one night, with a big bonfire, and everyone was drinking. I was dating someone — a friend of his, actually. But when he started laying on the charm, curiosity got the best of me.

I got in his truck with him and another couple and we drove to a nearby spot where people often went to fuck. We let the other couple have the truck and walked just over the hill out of sight. It was freezing outside, but we immediately started making out.

He put his hands up my shirt and rubbed on my pussy over the leggings I was wearing. But he wouldn’t go down my pants until I went down his. So I unzipped and unbuttoned him to take out this dick I’d heard so much about.

It was long — like really long — but not especially thick. And I after I played with it for a few minutes (with him fingering me), he suddenly said, “It’s getting cold out here; you gonna have to strip bitch.”

It was like I was under a spell or something. My clothes were off in record time, so that I was completely naked in 40 degree weather while he was completely clothed except for his dick hanging out.

He got on top of me, lifted my legs in the air and slid it in. People were right, he knew how to use it. He fucked me to two huge orgasms before pulling out and cumming on my bare stomach, ringing my belly button.

When he was finished, he just zipped up while I had to use my top to wipe up his cum and then get dressed. We went back to the party, and I had leaves in my hair and obvious cum stains on my black shirt.

By the following Monday, he had spread rumors that I licked his asshole and then told him his dick was the best I’d ever had…neither of which was true.

I fucked him again two weeks later — and again a month after that.

NSFW: yes

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