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Hello Everyone,

Most of you guys, well at least those of you who read my blog regularly, are already acquainted with me, I mean through several of the stories that I have written and posted about some of my ‘younger sexual escapades’, if I phrased that right.

The upcoming series of posts is Titled: “Wendy Goes To Uncle Ned’s Saloon” and is one such story, which I have taken from the pages of one of my diaries from my “much” younger days, and in its current form it consists of seven chapters.

However, that is steadily changing, as I am still editing the story as I post it. I’m adding a few more chapters, and editing in more descriptive content as I go, and this sucker is still growing.  

Anyway, I won’t bore you by going over all of those details about myself again or waste a lot of ink introducing myself here.

The story below was brought back to the front of my mind when a friend of mine had sent me an email in which he had described his recent sex life, or rather the lack thereof. Anyway, it hadn’t taken me very long to realize that he, just like Greg, had been suffering from a rather server case of the most dreaded lack-o-nookie syndrome.

Anyway, I hope that you guys will enjoy reading about it at least half as much as I had enjoyed living through it back then. And now without farther delay… here it is Boo.  mm

“XXX Warning!” “XXX Sex!” “Warning XXX!”

Hey this is your XXX Sex Warning. This stuff might need your parents OK for you to read it if you’re under thirty years old.

“Seriously Guys!”

So If your not adult enough to be reading this kind of stuff go away now! Don’t bother coming back and griping at me, or to anyone else, if you decide to read past here

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and your virgin eyeballs get blistered or you get offended by what you read either Boo.

© 25 Oct 2008

Ch 1

His name is Greg Anderson and he’s a twenty-five year old warehouse foreman. He’s a, ruggedly handsome, white guy that stands about five foot eleven inches tall, and weighs in at just a tad over the one hundred fifty pound mark on the warehouse scales.

He has a broad muscular chest, nice peck’s, a grate pair of forearms, rippling abs, a twenty eight inch waist, and one of the finest little, tight, round, pile driving ass’s that I’ve ever seen on a white man… I mean just the sight of that sucker is enough to knock your socks off… in other words that man has a masculine build that had to have come straight from hell.

His hair, which he keeps neatly trimmed, in an almost military style haircut, is a fairly dark honey blond, his eyes are a deep brown, and if you’re not real careful it’s way easy to get lost in those suckers once his eyes latch onto yours.

Just about everyone that knows him at work calls him “Ass Pounder”, with a lot of sexual respect, and not just as a joke behind his back either.

It isn’t just the guys at work that refer to Greg as the Ass Pounder either… shit almost all of the women working there do as well. Several of whom really seem to have the sexually contented smile, of a bitch that has had a firsthand sexual experience with him, on their faces when they do too.

So anyway, Greg had gotten that nickname, about a year before I had first met him. That had come about when he had finally succeeded in getting one of the most stuck up, big titted hunks of sweater meat, from the front office, a petite, ditsy, little blond bimbo named Alicia Bergen, half way tipsy at one of the companies Friday evening after hours office parties.

When Greg had noticed that Alicia had obviously had too much to drink, because she was starting to act a little promiscuous, he had quickly convinced her that she should ride back to his apartment with him, and stay there until she had sobered up some before she went home to her husband.

Well, needless to say, once Greg had gotten Alicia into his apartment he had promptly given that slutty little bitch everything that she had been asking for at the office party, and then a hell of a lot more to boot.

Greg had managed to put a fucking on that hot assed little whore that she had later been overheard  referring to, with pride, as “The Boinking Of My Fucking Life” while she had been telling a couple of her closest girlfriends, at work, about her weekend at Greg’s.

One of the guys, Freddie I think, had walked by just as she was describing some of the anal action that Greg had enjoyed with her over the weekend, and had heard her say “then that fucker gave me the best damned ass pounding I’ve ever had.”

Needless to say, as soon as Freddie saw Greg he had hollered “Hey Ass Pounder” at him, and then told the bewildered Greg about what Alicia was telling her girlfriends about him up in the front office.

Anyway, the nickname had stuck, and as a direct result, of Alicia running her mouth to those girlfriends of hers, Greg actually wound up fucking just about all of the bitches in the front office over the next three or four months, and I believe that at least four of those sluts had allowed him to butt bugger them so hard that they had had to ask for a couple of days off to recuperate.

Then, as it turned out, not only had Greg managed to get that tight assed little bitch into bed with him that night, but then he had also succeeded in keeping the horny little slut at his apartment, and had managed to fuck the dog-shit out of her for the entire fucking weekend.

And all the while that hot assed little slut had kept telling Greg, “My husbands gonna be fucking furious with me if you don’t let me get home pretty soon baby…” every couple of hours too.

Shit… as luck would have it Greg had been a horny little bastard himself that weekend too. I mean not having been able to get out, and score any pussy, for almost three weeks straight, because all of the overtime that he had been putting in on the job had taken a toll on him.

So he’d really gone the extra mile to make sure that Alicia was getting everything that she had been asking for at the office party, and had seen to it that that stuck up little fricking whore had gotten well fucked… over the entire weekend.

Shit, by Wednesday of the following week Alicia had managed to spread the word that Greg had not only fucked the god damned dog shit out of her, for the entire weekend, but it seemed like she had gone well out of her way, and also made sure that all of them knew about the way that he’d torn her tail up, to just about all of the girls in the front office.

Even though Alicia had been something like about halfway plastered when Greg had gotten her to his apartment, then fed her another couple of drinks, along with some of his cock in between drinks, the stuck up little slut had actually enjoyed the weekend of fucking, that Greg had put on her horny little ass, so much so, that she didn’t seem to be the least bit embarrassed to be telling them all about how not only had Greg fucked the dog-shit out of her during the course of that entire weekend, but also about how Greg had first opened her ass hole, nice and slow, and then about how much she had really enjoyed it when he had been riding her ass… well after maybe the third ride that he’d taken on it anyway.

Anyway, I think when Alicia had noticed that Freddie was within hearing distance  was when she had ended her gossip fest about her weekend with Greg, with her girlfriends, by saying “and that man’s a hell of a ass pounder too.”

Needless to say, office gossip being what it is, travels faster than a California wildfire being pushed by the Santa Ana Winds in the fall and it hadn’t taken more than a couple of days before everyone at work had started kind of teasing Greg, by calling him “Mr. Ass Pounder”, once Freddie had told everyone about what he had overheard Alicia telling the other girls.

Then after a week or so the ‘Mr.’ part had been dropped and the “Ass Pounder” part had stuck.

So anyway, moving forward in time several months after that… once again Greg had been so busy that he hadn’t been able to get out, and go searching for any strange pussy for quite awhile.

Shit, that dude had been staying so tied up at work that he hadn’t even felt like calling any of the several bitches that he’d been fucking, on a regular basis, to come over so that he could get laid.

That was because for the previous couple of weeks, well actually this was the start of the third week, nevertheless, he’d been having to put in a lot of extra overtime because a couple of people at work had quit without giving any notice at all, and he was having to work a lot of overtime to take up the slack.

The boss had asked him if he had thought that could handle a lot of extra overtime, by himself, because he was the only single person on the job, and she hadn’t wanted to make it any harder on the married workers, most of whom had young children at home, if she didn’t have to.

Anyway, she had put it to him in such a way that it had made it hard to resist her offer, which was that she would see to it that he got paid Double Overtime and a Half, if he would do her this favor.

Well, money being tight at the time, Greg had been quick to say “Hell Yeah…!” then remembering that this was his boss he said, “um… I mean yes ma’am.”

Knowing full well that that would mean that he would be putting in as much as twenty-five to thirty hours of overtime each week, but hey, at twenty-five dollars an hour, plus double overtime and a half, Greg hadn’t nearly been about to turn down the chance to make that kind of money or to start complaining about having to work all of those extra hours either.

Well, needless to say, over the course of the ensuing two weeks Greg had become, shall we say, “Sexually Restless” by the end of the second week. So far he had been able to do without masturbating to get some sexual relief, but knew that he wasn’t going to be able to hold off from doing that much longer.

Then by the time that Wednesday morning of the third week had rolled around Greg had been so horny that he knew it was coming down to either jacking off or asking his new boss for some time off.

So, deciding to give the latter a shot, first, he had gone up front, to the main office, to talk to his boss about maybe getting off a little early so that he could get out, and get himself “some sexual relief”, as he had put it when he’d gotten in to see her.

Their eyes had locked and she had been gazing intently into his Greg’s eyes ever since he had stopped at the front of her desk.

Greg had thought that he had seen a slightly mischievous twinkle appear in her eyes. Then she had allowed a rather low, sensually wicked chuckled, to escape her lips just as a sexually lustful grin had appeared on her lips.

Then she had glanced down, rather unexpectedly, at Greg’s crotch and when she’d seen the, rather impressive, imprint of his half hard cock hanging down inside of the left leg of his jeans her eyebrows had arched sensually, and she had instinctively licked her, full, plump, lips.

Then she had started shifting her gaze back, and forth from Greg’s eyes to his cock, allowing her gaze to linger at his crotch for several seconds each time that she had, while making sure that he was noticing the way that she was looking, at least somewhat approvingly, at his semi-rigid, but now rapidly hardening tool.

Then she had gotten up from her desk and walked around it. Greg had slowly turned to watch what she was doing as she had strutted her stuff across the room until she had gotten to her office door.

And all the while Greg’s eyes had been riveted to that, tight, well rounded, ass of hers, and he’d started drooling lustfully, while allowing his eyes to feast greedily on the movement of her sensually swaying rump as she slowly pranced crossed the room.

He was amazed at the way that she was able to make her well rounded haunches move in a sideways figure eight, the way that she had been doing right then, and he was thinking that she really seemed to be working that fine little ass of hers, really hard, for his viewing pleasure, as she did.

But his heart had dropped when he had heard her saying, “not today Greg” as she had gotten to her office door adding, “We‘re way too behind for anyone to take off early today.”

So thinking that she was showing him out of her office, his spirit had quickly hit a new low, and he was just about to start walking towards the door. But then, before he could move, he had been stunned when she had stopped at the door, and had closed it instead of waiting for him to leave her office.

Not to sure about what was going on right then Greg had started thinking, “Oh God…” to himself, “don’t tell me that this fucking bitch is gonna fire me for asking for some time off today.”

To Be Continued…

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OK, so that’s it for this chapter guys. Feel free to pat my pussy and let me know if you enjoyed reading it Boo. Click "Here" to jump to Chapter Two Boo. 

♥ Wendy

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