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Break Up

By: skinshifter



He sat in his bedroom, what used to be their bedroom, on the bed and thought about her. Their divorce was finally over, but think about he still did. He was glad that she wouldn't be around to manipulate him and make him feel guilty for all of their problems, but at the same time he realizes with regret that he will never again smell her thick musk wafting through the air of their house as he arrives home from work to a particularly happy wife. He will never see her beautiful pink nipples placed exactly where they should be in her marvelously round, firm breasts.

As he sat there thinking about her, he felt himself stiffen within his pants. He undid them and pulled them off, sitting in his dress shirt (the divorce is just over, he thought to himself) and socks, his slowly stiffening member poking out from under the front of his shirt. He laid back, placing his left arm under his head and his right hand just beneath his testicles, massaging them. Finding himself drawn to the memories of her, he thought more deeply about her, about her wide-set but curvaceous hips swaying back and forth as she walked through the house naked but for the towel on her head after her showers.

He thought about how she used to like to massage his penis in public, in plain view of anyone wanting to look, just because she new she could get him rock hard and wanting her like nothing else. As he lay there, his member as stiff as it ever got without her mouth or always wet, perfectly tight pussy around him, he began to slowly massage himself, running his hand the length of his shaft. He groaned several times as he lay there, stroking himself, bucking his hips in the air, imitating sex with her riding him.

Lying there, slowly masturbating, thinking of his now-ex-wife, his thoughts ran from her slowly sucking him off the hundreds of times she must have done it over the years to the slow, uneasy way they used to have sex, with him always afraid to finish before she, to near the end, when all the sex was angry, rough and extremely passionate. Never increasing pace he thought about the taste of her as he would run his tongue around her cleft and how she would always buck her hips and pull his hair as he sucked her pearl. He thought of all the times he had brought her to orgasm with his mouth, especially the first time, when she accidentally kicked him in the testicles during her spasms (he always held her legs out after that, not just because it gave him better access to her more sensitive parts).

As he lay there, slowly working himself to orgasm he heard a soft clicking from the front of the house. Not thinking much of it, assuming something had been blown onto the porch, he continued to stroke himself to her bitter memory. A few minutes later the door to his room opened and as his eyes snapped open and he attempted to cover himself with his shirt, the beautiful, sing-song of his ex-wife's laughter shattered the silence of the room. His eyes darted open and there she was, standing in her black skirt and tightly tailored jacket, starting at his hardly hidden erection and stifling surprised laughter.

"What . . . what are you doing?" he asked, his voice hoarse.

"I just came by to see if I had left anything here," she said, barely holding her laughter back. "I was not expecting..." she drifted off and pointed at his now rapidly softening member.

He grinned stupidly in response and shrugged, pulling his hand off of his shirt and allowing himself to fall back into view, though now much less than impressive.

To his ultimate surprise she walked over to him and straddled him on the bed, working her hand on him from between her legs. "I've missed you," she whispered into his ear, her chest pressed against his, her hair covering his face. She slowly ran her hand along the length of his shaft until he was fully erect and pulled herself back from him, looking into his eyes.

Not saying anything she slid down off the bed and gripped his penis in both of her hands, one atop the other, the head and a little of the shaft still revealed through them. She smiled widely and gasps slightly, "I love how big you are, always have," she said, deeply pleased with the penis before her. Before he can say anything she put what remained of his penis into her mouth, sucking what her hands weren't gripping. She slowly massaged him with her tongue while gently squeezing him with her hands. He moaned softly, pressing himself toward her so more of his penis could fit into her mouth.

With one final, tight squeeze she let go of him with her hands and pushed him deeper into her mouth, nearly deepthroating his almost eight inch member. She sucked him like this for nearly ten minutes, massaging his testicles with her hands while she worked until he told her that if she didn't stop he'd come. She giggled and pulled him out, letting him fall wetly onto his stomach.

She stood up, stretched, and when he tried to sit forward to be closer to her, she shoved him back down. "No," she said, "This is my show," and began unbuttoning the white blouse beneath her dress jacket. Once she had undone the buttons all the way down the front, she removed both the shirt and the jacket in one fluid motion, sending them across the room. She stood there a moment, allowing him to marvel at her breasts in their white bra. Smallish, but still pressed up to show a hint of cleavage, he ate her body up with his eyes.

Her smile broadening she reached back and undid her bra, allowing it to fall to her elbows and casually flicked it across the room to her other garments. Wasting no further time she undid her skirt and in the same instance as it fell to the floor, she slipped out of her black, lace thong and cast them to the side of the room as well. Bent over, out of his line of sight, she undid her high heels and once they were off, stood and kicked them away. Standing there, in all of her beautiful nudity, her pink nipples standing in precious contrast to her alabaster skin, the trimmed black fur around her vagina calling softly to his eyes she began to make "tsk tsk" noises, shaking her finger back and forth.

"You haven't taken off your shirt, mister," she said, coyly eyes still on his now throbbing member. "For that you will have to be punished." As she says this she once again straddled him, this time climbing her way up his torso to his face. Once there, she placed herself so that he will have no doubt what she wants him to do--lick her almost dripping wet cleft until she's done with him. He obliged her more than willingly, wrapping his arms around her thighs for better leverage. After several moments of this she rolled over on the queen sized bed and spreads her legs to him, beckoning he come to her.

He came quickly, stripping off his shirt and placing his face immediately back between her legs, lapping at her diligently, her fingers twined in his hair, her back arched, her face a painting of rapture. He lifted her legs, allowing him better access to her more sensitive areas (and protecting himself, one can never be too careful). After many more minutes of this, she began tugging on his hair, pulling him to her. Again he obliged her, climbing up her body, stopping only long enough to run his tongue along her right nipple. She squealed with glee, softly, but distinct enough to him.

Once he had positioned himself, he began running his member the length of her cleft, not only to spread the moisture to himself, but to tease her with it like he knows she likes. After several long moments of toying with her, he slowly inserted himself into her, taking nearly a full minute to reach full depth. Once he had buried himself in her fully they both let out sighs of joy and relief. He began to slowly grind into her, feeling her walls around him, the moisture of her, her breath on his neck, the scent of her hair and skin combined as his head rest on her shoulder. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, pulling him into her as close as she could as the first orgasm wracked her body with pleasure.

He laughed softly as her spasms slowly died; her orgasms were always so long and they were always so good, he thought. "Did you like that?" he whispered in her ear, grinning widely. 

"I did," she whispered hoarsely.

He pulled himself away from her slowly and rolled her onto her stomach, her legs spread at a V. Looking at her, he could feel his penis jerk in anticipation. He loved the way her buttocks looked like this, so round, so firm, so supple. He placed his hands on them as he worked his legs around her hips so he was straddling her. As he placed his penis inside her, she closed her legs and relaxed all of her muscles, taking him easily. He lowered himself to her, reaching around her and cupping her breasts, pressing his chest firmly against her back, his lips tenderly upon her right ear.

He slowly drove himself into and out of her for nearly ten minutes before his breathing became ragged and shallow. "Are you going to come for me?" she asked him.

"I'd like to," he muttered, concentrating on how good she feels.

"Then do it. Do you want it on my tits?"

"I don't care," he said, then after a pause, "Yes, roll over, let me come on your tits, I want to see you watch me."

She did so, rolling over as she could feel him swell inside her, his orgasm about to begin. Almost as soon as she was on her back, her hands on her breasts, holding them out to him, he began to spasm, his back arching roughly, his breathing becoming harsh. He looked down on her and as he came, he could see the glee and regret mingled in her eyes. As his semen splashed onto her breasts for what he was sure the last time he could almost hear her say "I still love you. I always will."

And he knew that if only they were as compatible clothed as they were naked, nothing could ever stop them from being together.

She dressed quickly after he wiped her off and she left, taking none of her things he knew she was aware of still being there. He smiled to himself, knowing that she would probably be back for them, but not for sex that time, and rubbed his slowly softening member in fond memory of her.

"I'll always love you, too," he muttered as he slowly drifted off to sleep.

Break Up



I've always been little, now at 24 I'm barely 5'7". I'm fit, play soccer, can run for hours. Thru college I had a wild and sexy gal; she introduced me to a lot of people and a lot of vices. We had lots of crazy sex, she was always ready to push my boundaries... I experimented with three-ways, groups, she even got me to take a small vibrator a couple of times. In the end it was her drinking and drugging that drove us apart. I had a career in mind. I'm super glad she opened my eyes to the wider, wilder side of life. 

I landed a dream job; five hours from home. I packed up and started my life in the boonies. I got into Seattle every other weekend. My third month in, I met a new gal. She was amazing, sweet, funny, and sexy. We did the long distance thing for 6 months. Just before Labor Day we talked and we'd planned on five days in Seattle. At the bus station she dumped me. She'd been seeing someone else for a few weeks. I was pissed. Not really hurt, but mad, mad. I couldn't get back to the resort until the next day and didn't really want to go back. It was late on the day before a five day weekend and I'd worked a hard day already.

I knew no one really, in Seattle. Only person I'd hung out with before moving was my ex's older brother, Jimmy. 

I sent him a FaceBook message as I sat in a coffee shop near the bus station. He got back to me in a few minutes. After a couple minutes back and forth he said he'd call me in a while. I ate a little, but got pissed all over again at her. 

Jimmy called me and we talked, really talked. I was on the curb in a parking lot and got emotional. He asked what I was gonna do with my time. I asked if he had any leads on cheap hostels or something. He offered to let me crash at his place... I had stayed there with my ex, his stepsister when he was away. It was a small apartment, but right in a great part of town. Sure, I said. He told me to come over anytime. I skateboarded the 25 minutes across town. I was beat, dead tired. He was leaning on the railing on the third floor stair case. I slogged up the stairs. We chatted for a few, but I was droopy eyed as I'd been up since 530. It was almost midnight. 

He had a one bedroom, in the living room he had folded out a futon on the floor and had a giant double wide sleeping bag and a small pillow. He laughed, "Usually anyone who sleeps over here is in bed with me so this is the best I can do... " It looked so cozy, I didn't care. 

He set a spare key on the shelf, "listen, you can stay as long as you want, I like having someone around. Besides, I just found out I got some time off if I want it... do you want to go for a long hike tomorrow?"

"Thanks, man. Yeah, it'd be good to hang out, maybe get away for a day... "I looked at the futon again. I was aching tired. He clapped my shoulder and nudged me towards the futon. I fell onto it with a grunt. He moved into the bath, brushed his teeth and called out, "need anything?"

I got up did my teeth too and as I rounded the corner, caught sight of him draped over his bed looking at his phone. He had on only boxer briefs. I thanked him again as I dropped my jeans and T-shirt. I realized right then that I had on my oldest pair of briefs. My gal, the bitch who'd dumped me, we both liked it when I wore torn up old boxers. This pair had almost no bottom at all... the holes let my balls and ass be visible. I shrugged. 

When I got into the sleeping bag... it was soft... and smelled... not that it smelled bad, but it did smell of Jimmy. 

I was aware of him in the next room. I heard his bed shift and then a small sound as something hit the floor. I felt a blush creep up my face as I realized it was his briefs. "Goodnight, Rob."

"G'nite Jimmy."

I was warm and comfy. Lying on my back, my ball sack flopped out of the hole onto my thigh. I got pissed again as I remembered her dumping me... I hadn't jacked off in a week, prepping for epic sex. On cue I recalled the fantasy I'd had of fucking her in some hotel room over and over again. My mind turned to meanness and I fantasized about fucking her rougher than I ever would in real life... my cock woke up. I smelled Jimmy as I rolled over... I wanted to fuck her so hard, to get back at her... the image of Jimmy fucking her too burst into my mind... 

I humped a little... daring a bit, I pushed the sleeping bag off my back and ass... I could feel the cool air in the holes of my briefs as I humped face down... Jimmy's bed creaked as he settled in... I was tired and turned on by the thought of pulling a train on her to get even... In my fantasy Jimmy and I banged her from behind as she knelt before us... 

Sleep overtook me at some point... 

An alarm clock confused me... I heard Jimmy move in the next room... then his deep running piss hit the toilet... I turned my head... it was just light out, he was ass naked pissing... I could see him the in the door mirror. He appeared a second later with a small tight pair of tiny white briefs on... he pushed the button the espresso machine... the grinding growling noises were shocking. I lay on my stomach, covers off... 

"Ugh... morning, stud... coffee?" he asked. 

I met his eye... and remembered the ass baring briefs I had on... he saw. 

"Yeah, that'd be great... "

He turned on a light over the stove and turned back towards me... his pouch was full to bulging... he looked perfectly at ease.

I heaved up from the floor and padded to piss too... by the time I was done, my espresso had just finished dripping in to the cup. He raised a silent toast as he twisted his upper body and then rose up onto his toes to stretch... 

"You ready for a long work out of a hike?"

"Anything, man... I've been so busy and looking forward to an epic weekend... I want adventure to make up for the bitch dumping me... "

"I can guarantee adventure, buddy!" He rinsed our cups and pulled out a few things from the fridge and cupboards. We chatted as we dressed and in a flash were in his truck... The day flew by. I laughed a lot. We hiked strenuously for almost four hours. 

We stopped for amazing Thai food and went out for a beer. I'm not much of a drinker, I was worried for a minute he'd be a boozer, but we both barely finished a pint. We sat and chatted on the stairs for a long time. When it cooled off we went inside. I was getting tight from the work out; I suggested a walk or run. He upped the idea by telling me about a drop-in yoga class. I had no shorts with me. 

He kinda laughed and tossed me a pair of deep blue shorts, "These might fit you... I won't tell anyone they belong to a gal pal of mine... " he had a challenging set to his face. 

I held them up to my waist... they'd probably fit. 

He lifted off his shirt and as he was walking away hooked his thumbs in his waist bands and stripped before he got into his bedroom. I dropped my jeans and tugged the shorts over my tattered boxers. They bunched and bothered me right away.

Shaking his head Jimmy said, "Naw man... wrong combo... " He fastened his yoga shots by the tie... "its cool, I go commando at yoga always... "

I shrugged out of the pair and left my torn boxers on the futon. We jogged the few blocks to the studio. I caught sight of our bouncing balls in a window and smirked... he laughed on cue... he'd seen me see it... 

There was only the yoga instructor, an older guy there when we got there. No one else turned up for the class. I forgot my wallet, Jimmy paid for the session. I'm not that good at yoga, but the instructor had plenty of time to pay attention to me. It was pretty awesome to be guided and learn. About 20 minutes in Jimmy took off his T-shirt and re-tied his shorts, lower. His pube was bare to the base of his cock... the instructor made no notice. I stripped off my shirt too... I was feeling the poses... loosening the stress of the anger of the break up.

We floated to an end after almost 90 minutes. Jimmy gave the instructor a full body hug. No kidding they mashed bellies and held still for a long time. I felt shy for a moment but was so chilled out that I stepped into his embrace too. It was warm and my heart slowed even more... 

As we all tidied up, Jimmy told me, Dirk, the instructor was also Jimmy's trainer and massage therapist. Dirk eyed my shoulders and said, "I dunno what you got held in, but you could really use a session on the table... "

Jimmy nodded, "Dirk's the best... you should let him treat you to a massage."

"Aw thanks, I'd like to but it's probably not in the budget... "

Jimmy opened his wallet and handed me a card saying, "I've got a freebie cuz I refer so many people to Dirk... I want you to use it... " Dirk grabbed his phone and opened a calendar.

I set an appointment for two days from then. Turned out Jimmy had a training and massage just after the time I'd asked for, we'd do the afternoon together, Dirk offered, we agreed. It was dark as we walked back to Jimmy's place. We were mostly quiet. 

In the apartment I flopped down on the futon. Jimmy dropped his shorts as he chugged water form the fridge, belching he stepped in to take a shower. He left the water running, "You're up buddy!" I wriggled out of the yoga shorts and swinging cock and balls hit the shower. Jimmy was over the sink brushing his teeth. I felt so mellow. I was drained of the anger and disappointment. I didn't feel any stress at all... "Hey Jim... man, thanks, this has been the best break up ever!" I called over the shower door.

He laughed, "yeah, its good to hang out with you... nice surprise... I thought about drive down to see my family, but today has been almost perfect... " he voice trailed off as he moved in to the bedroom. The silky soap and steamy shower got my hands roving over my abs and cock... I sighed cuz if I was alone, I'd be jacking off... If I was with a gal, I'd be getting head for sure... the images of Jimmy and I grudge fucking my gal, the newest ex, flashed into focus... I smirked again... something told me Jimmy would be right there with me... 

I stopped teasing myself with another sigh... drying off, I asked Jimmy, "Hey what's your schedule like... I had such a great time... I'd like to hang more... if you do... " 

He answered back from the living room... "Duuuude, that's awesome... I'm totally into spending the day, hell the weekend hanging like this... "

I had the towel over my semi... Jimmy was sprawled on the couch, leg over one arm of it... wearing only a pair of super faded, thin old school boxers. His cock was visible thru the gap in the leg... I let the towel drop and snagged my holey briefs from the futon. His eyes followed me as I tugged them on... I dropped into the arm chair across from him... I knew he had full view of my ballasck thru the holes... 

We hung out like this, flashing each other, trying to catch eyes full but not get caught... I was content flashing... I was that guy who spent a lot of time naked in the locker room... going shirtless wherever I could... I had a tight lean body and liked to show off. Jimmy was taller and bulkier than me, but ripped cords of muscle framed him. He had amazing abs... and hips... his 'cum gutters' were almost ridges of sexy bone. 

He mentioned that I was pretty cool about the break-up; the first we'd talked about it all day, really. I joked that had been mad, and more disappointed that she ruined a weekend I'd been fantasizing about for a couple of weeks... I realized I hadn't really been that into her... 

Jimmy said something and stretched... I didn't catch what he said because I was just staring at his thighs and abs... I mentioned my disappointment again... 

"You were planning a weekend long fuck fest weren't you?" he had a half grin that told me he'd guessed what I was leading at... 

"Yeah. That's what sucks... I got mad enough last night to think about grudge fucking her... making her my slut... I mean as a fantasy, it was alright... "

"I banged a chick once who dumped my best buddy... just to get even with her for him... " he swung one leg a couple of times... I could easily see the shaft of his cock jump a little.

"Seriously, I thought about using and abusing her... hell... I'd happily let you tag her too, to get back at her... "

"You got any pics...?"

I did on my phone. I stood over him for a moment and showed him the usual couple photos, she is damn attractive... 

"Yeah, I'd do just about anything to hit that... too bad... "

I scrolled to other pics... the not safe for work ones... I sat back down as I let him see all the porno pics we'd made... he got to see me in those pics too, naked, hard... getting head... I felt my cock grow and shift to poke itself out of the hole in my crotch... 

"Fuck yeah dude... that's hot! I'd bang her for sure... anytime anywhere... " he handed me back the phone.

"I grudge fucked her in my mind last night... gave you a turn at her too... face down ass up... us taking turns... " I laughed, kinda mean, kinda nervous... 

"Damn buddy... too bad she's not here right now, huh?"

"No shit... man... I'd love to just see her used... "

"If I'd've know you were that adventurous last night, we'd be banging one of my gal pals right now... "

"WHAT?!"

"Yeah, totally sucks... last night, you saw me texting her... she was only in town for abit and would've stayed thru the weekend, but I told her I was helping a buddy... "

"Fuck! Dammit! Any chance?" I grabbed my head, over acting; he shook his head... we laughed. I rolled over in the chair to get my charger from my bag. I accidently dropped it when trying to plug in to the wall. To get it I leaned over the arm of the chair... my ass crack was exposed, I knew it... the tears in the crotch were all along from balls to above my hole... 

Jimmy's eyes were gleaming when I sat back down. He launched into a hot story of a three guy tag of a gal in Las Vegas... while he told the story he cock went from hanging down between his thighs to laying along his hip... we were both sporting wood... I didn't mean to, but yawned... he caught it... I stretched, actually tired.

He yawned again, "Damn you... now I'm tired too... "

"Yeah... I'm beat... " I wanted to lay down... to let my imagination run with the ideas of tag teaming hot chicks with Jimmy... hell I wanted to be alone to jack off... I couldn't stop the smirk... Jimmy flashed his right back at me.

I got onto the futon as he closed and locked the door, got the lights. He dropped his boxers before he got into the bedroom. I had my hand inside the pouch of my briefs by then too... 

I didn't hesitate to grope and tug... I toyed for a long time... keeping a lid on it, not quite fully hard, not quite fully jerking off... 

I heard Jimmy's bed creak... then again... then again... the rustle of the sleeping bag seemed really loud as I pushed it down and rolled onto my stomach, to hump my fist wrapped around my cock... fucking my fist... Jimmy's bed creaked again, loudest this time... then his footsteps.

The light from the fridge blasted into the living room... "damn thirsty... " he muttered.

I turned to look at him... he was fully hard, huge! And shiny with a lubed condom; in the fridge light that smirk was there... 

In a flash his hands were on the back of me knees pushing down. I tried to get my hand off my crotch from under me... my wrist snagged on the waist band and there was a tearing sound as the fabric gave way some more on my ass... 

Jimmy's hot tongue drove the breath out of me as it wriggled thru the tears to contact the ridges of my ass ring. He drooled warm spit on my ass... his open mouth groan vibrated up my spine... I flushed hot... he flicked and swirled on my ass... he growled, "keep jacking your hot cock, buddy... "

I arched a little and gripped the base of my cock... that gave him better access to my ass... his tongue went inside of me for the first time... I shuddered and pulled harder on my dick... he grabbed my thighs and pushed my butt farther up. I was able to freely jack my cock as my ass was up so high. He gripped my torn briefs and tugged the tear wider and moaned again as he got inside my ass... he thrust his tongue in and deeper, in and deeper... I could feel his spit on my balls, I rubbed it into my cock... 

He reached under me and pulled my cock back and gulped down what he could. I grunted, "Gawd yes... "My hands went to my forehead as I came up on my elbows. He shredded my briefs off of me... sucking my cock got me sweaty... I could blow my load really quick, I thought. He switched back to treating my ass... jacking my cock down and he tongue fucked my hole... his chin pressed harder and harder against the back of my ball sack... I was pushing back a little from time to time... 

He groaned again. His tongue had me slippery. His finger tip joined his tongue. Two fingers swirled... and entered me in a slippery easy slide. I felt my breath push out in an open mouthed groan. I felt a little twinge, and then he slid in and out. I gave him control of the motion. He pushed down against the ring of muscles to contact the base of my erection inside me... damn that was hot, it made my cock pulse with every push... 

He sat up suddenly, keeping me immobile with two finger tips in my ass and one hand hard gripping my cock... 

He shifted and his hot, hot cock head was guided by his finger tips to lie against my ass ring. I bit my lip, "Jimmy... I, I think... "

He grinned at me as I looked over my shoulder... he leaned, the head of his cock pressed in and he pulled his fingers back, "I'm taking your cherry, ain't I?"

I bit my lip again; I pressed my forehead into the crook of my elbow. Jimmy was holding his breath, holding me against his fat cock head... I nodded.

I heard the flip on the lube cap he pulled from under the couch. The cold drop took me off guard. He drove the head of his cock into the outer ring of my ass. I grabbed his thigh to stop him, to slow him. He paused and dropped a fat hot drop of spit on his cock... he leaned in again... with a shout I flattened on the futon.

He was in my ass. His thighs pressed my shaking thighs wider. He never eased the weight against my ass muscles. They cramped and pulsed... I broke a sweat. He was ever sliding, ever deeper. When his balls contacted mine, I convulsed under him. He dropped his full weight onto my back and whispered, "No one else will ever be the first cock up you ass... you're taking it like a champ... you wanna come, don't ya?"

I nodded against his rough jaw. The scraping pull back in my ass gave me room to breath. The slide back in forced another open mouthed grunt from me. He buried his tongue in my throat. He made a few quick shorter thrusts and then a long slow pull until the head of his dick caught on the rim of my ass. I moaned. 

I felt his smile in my mouth. He fucked me.

In a few minutes of his sweaty humps I was matching his movements. He kept my mouth full of his spitty tongue. He was all over my back and butt. The drive of his thrusts had me pushing back with my elbows. I realized I was up on my knees now, fully fucking him back. He flipped me over, staying in just inside of me.

This was intense, he could get deeper. He had my knees hooked over his elbows and kept my jaw wide with wet kisses. He moaned into my mouth, "I'm gonna fuck your come out of you... "

A light went off in my head... I was racing to the edge. He was pounding me now in short sticky pushes. My dick was flopping against my six-pack; that was better than my hand jacking me... I was in his fuck, I was his fuck. I called his name.

He fell flat on top of me... I came and flooded us with my load... my ass gripped him so hard he stopped moving. I felt his butt and quads clench under my shins, he was grinding. He shuddered as he came. We folded and unclenched together, he had my come under his chin. I grabbed his head and sucked his kiss into me... the after shocks lasted long after he pulled out of my ass. I winced when the final stretch happened. He pulled of a condom and tossed it aside. 




Break Up



My legs slowly relaxed. Jimmy kept murmuring and kissing me. Each touch brought an after shock outta me... I was grinning like a fool. He snagged the remains of my briefs and swabbed us clean of my load and the lube on my ass. In a tremendous move, he got on his knees, hooked my waist and threw me over his shoulder. He stood and laughing carried me to his bed, the fluffy mattress creaked as I sank into it.

"Dude, I;ve never come like that... without touching myself... that was an awesome fuck... " he was gulping water, standing next to the bed. I was wide eagled on the bed. My dick hadn't gone fully soft yet. 

"You sleep in here now, got it?" Jimmy handed me the water. I leaned up and gulped as I nodded. 

Jimmy swooped down on my dick. I was tender but the warm wet hole he drew me into was soothing, then awakening, "Fuck yeah, Jimmy. I think I got another couple fucks in me... "I kinda blushed when we winked at me with a mouthful of my swelling dick. He pushed me flat and pounced on my dick, getting me hard in a flash. He got two fingers in my ass again and I was raring to go. 

Jimmy winked again and tugged a condom down... over my bobbing cock. In a feline move he knelt his long thighs on either side of my torso, curving his backbone, reaching behind he took my cockhead into his ass.

"Fuck... you're big!" He made eye contact. I grinned again and pushed up. He winced and got that smirking competitive gleam. He took his time but worked his cock up his ass, with much swearing and pausing. Finally he sat on my thighs. 

He put my hands on his pelvis and leaned over me, "ok... go slow, but fuck me Rob... "

I slid back, and slid up... he puffed his cheeks and nodded. When he sat down on my cock completely this time, his dick was fully hard on my abs. 

He pulled up this time and sat back fast, his cock slapped my abs and pecs. He was so much taller than me that I had a thought... I bent my face down and took the head of him onto my tongue. He'd had his eyes closed head thrown back and I caught him by surprise. 

That got him hot and he started to ride my big dick in little humps. I held onto his hips. I slurped his cock. The rhythm came and he started to glow and glisten. 

I could feel his abs and hips tensing up under my hands... he was gonna come... riding my cock. I got most of his dick in my mouth, held his hips up a ways and really started to thrust up into his loosening ass... 

He was gasping; shaking in his thighs... he rasped my name and flooded my mouth with his load. Somehow I kept it all on my tongue. With a pop my cock was pushed outta his fluttering ass. He sucked his load off my tongue and used it as lube on my cock, tearing only half the condom off in his rush. 

I bucked up when he worked two fingers into my ass... I came again, pulling our hair with one hand on each of our heads. He let my load drool down my balls and squished some on my ass... 

I flattened out, totally blissfully spent. Jimmy collapsed on top of me. He dragged the covers over us. After a few minutes of comfortably silent cuddling, Jimmy got and turned of the lights in the other room. I got up and went to the bathroom. I wet a cloth and cleaned up better, Jimmy stood next to me and did the same. 

We curled up and slept right away.

"Rob... Mmmm, Rob...?"

"Yeah?" I didn't move. 

He was next to me, one arm over my chest. I was face up, he face down. He leaned closer and with his face touching mine, "wanna hump another one out?" 

I opened my eyes. His grin was contagious. I nodded. He swiftly was on top of me, our hard cocks pointing against each others abs... that had my face on his pecs. He shifted, squeezing my thighs together with his. My cock was thrusting up to his abs; his was mostly on my balls and thighs. 

With a connecting kiss we slow ground our way to a together come; we were squishy and sticky... and fell asleep just like that.



Break-Up Bitch



It had been over a year, and we had been in love...at least, it felt like love for a while there. Hell, who was I kidding? I had to admit that at this point in my relationship history, I had no idea what love should feel like. I sat with my head in my hands in her living room. She was in her bathroom, getting cleaned up after an hour of silent sobbing. An hour of tearful, accusing eyes looking up at me as I made every stupid breakup cliche sound even more hollow. 

It wasn't her. It was me.

We'll stay friends.

Yeah, right.

It had been at least 30 minutes sitting there. I was starting to wonder if I should just leave, if I were dead to her, just haunting her living room. She came back through the door of the one bedroom without a word and stared daggers at me, as if judging her next move while trying to read my mind. Her makeup was simple red lipstick and pale base, a textbook "Addicted to Love video" look. Her hair was pulled back into a tight bun. She looked like she'd found the cold veil you wear to push through emotional pain, and then paired it with a pressed white dress blouse and black pencil skirt. Good for her, I thought. If we both pretend this is right and unavoidable, a professional end to our affairs, it'll be easier. I did still love her, I guessed, but something was missing - some spark of fire I craved, still left to find. I stood to leave.

She caught my hand as I got to my coat. 

"Sit back down. You said your piece, and I've collected my thoughts. I want my fair time."

Her lack of assertiveness had always secretly been a sore point with me. My cock twitched as she seated me on the floor. This might be interesting, I thought. 

She sat down in front of me in a chair, crossing her legs demurely and grinding ever-so-subtly into the cushion. Her eyes stayed locked to mine. 

"I know you care about me" she said. I started to say something in reply, but she cut me off.

"Shut the fuck up. I know you care about me, and I don't even think you know why you're dumping me. Some scared part of you avoids happiness like a plague or something. I'm sure it's tied to a childhood trauma, something a therapist should hear all about, but I don't care. We all have traumas like that, sweetie, and I'm not going to let you run out on what we have. Our traumas...they match so well. I want to enjoy us a while longer."

I found myself nodding slightly as she kept her gaze locked to me. She moved forward from the chair to where I was on the carpeted floor. I could see her dark eyes pushing my gaze to her exposed cleavage as she moved closer to me. I could hear every fiber of her fabrics make their susurrus as she curled herself around me. Sitting down into my lap with one arm around my neck, her finger traced my shirt buttons and finally rested on my hand. She moved my touch to her knee, then up to her hemline. I could feel the ridge of her thigh-highs, the tiny gap of skin before the skirt. She never smiled, her lips were tight as if she were ready to devour me. I didn't dare break eye contact. Her words pushed out of those red lips like heavy smoke, occluding my vision and clouding my thoughts.

"Oh, John, you're not breaking up with me at all. Not. At. All. What you're about to do...well, let's leave the 'saying it' for later. For now, let's know that I'm going to make staying with me worth your time. In fact, I think staying with me will be the fucking jackpot for you. I mean that literally." Now, a smile flashed.

She slid my trembling hand up her skirt and I felt something hard against her thigh. I couldn't let myself believe what I was feeling, and felt afraid to admit that I was intimately familiar with the form. It was a massive strap-on cock, tied flush against her leg with a ribbon. Her eyes bored into me and her mouth turned upwards into a grin. She licked her lips and leaned to my ear. Her warm breath slid words of my deepest, most embarrassing desires into me.

"Unwrap your present, Johnny, and get on your fucking knees. You are still my boyfriend, you will always be my boyfriend, and I demand your sexual subservience now. Now!" 

I pulled the end of the ribbon as she stood up before me. My cock was rock hard, but I was in a complete daze as she stood before me. She was so powerful, her breasts pouring out of her half-buttoned dress shirt, her hands sliding her black skirt up her legs, widening the stretch of skin above her thigh highs until she reached the event horizon of clothing and fetish. She lifted her skirt and the cock sprang from her hips, her devilish grin giving me shivers. I stared, stupified by the horrifying and glorious she-cock that jutted from her like a scepter. Her graceful and delicate hand caressed the veiny fake flesh. She began to stroke it wantonly.

"Suck this cock, you little break-up bitch. Suck it all down your throat, like the whore I need you to be. If you're good, I'll go slow when I make your ass mine." I stared up into her eyes and leaned forward without a hint of argument, my eyes full of tears. It was like a communion, a christening of sexual power. She looked as if she had gathered up all the sex in a five-mile radius, like everything for blocks must be completely platonic while she sweated this honey of lust from every pore. Her fingernail parted my lips and I drank her meat down my throat. She put her hand behind my skull and began to slowly fuck my mouth.

"Aren't you glad we didn't break up, now? A month ago I found your search history, my little sissy baby. I found it all, you little pervert. And you know what? I loved it. I diddled my little clit watching all the same videos as you, baby. I knew you wanted this strap-on, I knew it was why you were distant, even if you didn't know it yourself. Sexual shame is powerful, baby."

I tried to nod, but her cock in my throat made it difficult.

"I'm going to give you what you secretly crave, and when I'm done if you still think you can leave me, go ahead. For right now, though, bend over. I am about to sink all 10 inches of this beautiful cock deep and slow into your sweet little cunny. You'll feel the warmth of my thighs touching against your skin and you'll know I've got my hard cockhead deep inside you. Deep in your boyparts, this cock will remind you that I fucking own your pussy. You live on your knees only to be my willing cockslave. Would you like that, baby? Would Johnny like to let his pussy milk my sweet cock?"

She really had been through my search history, I thought. That line was almost verbatim from a favorite online porn story I had read hundreds of times. 

"Yes, please, Ma'am. I see now I was wrong to try and dump you, I was running away for fear that...that..."

She bent me over and slid two lubed fingers into my ass.

"Shut up with your sissy little fears, baby. I don't want to hear it. You need this cock, and a good hard fucking for now. That'll make it all okay."

"Yes, Ma'am......" was all I could moan as my formerly ex-girlfriend began to turn my asshole into her personal fucktoy. I only wish we'd broken up sooner.



Break Up Joy



She slams the phone onto her bed and lets out a groan. Her boyfriend, John, just broke up with her again. She slams her back against her bedroom door and slides down until she hits the floor. As she sat there and cried her roommate, Lisa, comes and knocks on her bedroom door. 

"Hey, Sarah, you okay hun?" Lisa asks with a concerned voice.

"He ended it with me."

"Why?" 

"Because I wouldn't have sex with him. I'm just not ready to commit myself to him fully yet." Sarah and John has been dating since their freshman year in high school. 5 years later, they were still in love, but still have not had sex. John was the captain of his football team. He was lean, tan, and very tall. His muscles were the talk of the school. He fell in love with Sarah, whom was the star of her band. She played the clarinet. Sarah wasn't an ugly girl. Even after five years, Sarah was still as beautiful as ever. She's 5'9'', slightly pale, but has big beautiful hazel eyes. Her black hair runs down to her perfect tight ass. As she only weighs 145 pounds, her tits are firm, being 36C. 

"I'm sorry Sarah, may I come in?" Lisa asks. Lisa is slightly taller than Sarah at 5'10''. She has short blonde hair with big, blue eyes. Her skin has the touch of tan, that makes her proud. Lisa's best asset is her breasts. At 40DD and weighing only 130, Lisa got hit on by every male at the school. 

Sarah moved from the door and allowed Lisa to come in. Lisa sat down next to Sarah and wrapped her arms around the crying girl. "Shh, he's not worth it hunny. If he cannot wait, then that's his fault.You don't need him babe." 

"I know but I love him. He wants me to prove it to him by having sex. But, I just can't. I can't after what happened at the party when I got raped. He doesn't understand." Sarah says as she cries into her roommates chest. 

"I know hun. I'm here." Lisa rubs Sarah's back and kisses her on the head. "I know babe. Calm down." 

Sarah looks up into her roommate's blue eyes and wipes her tears away. Lisa smiles down at Sarah and squeezes her tightly. In that moment, Sarah does something unthinkable. She lightly grabs Lisa's chin and kisses her on the lips. 

Neither girl has ever shown interest in the same sex, but at this moment neither would have cared. Lisa didn't move for a moment, completely in shock. But, she slowly parted her lips and let Sarah's tongue in. As soon as they touched, it felt like fireworks went off. Lisa took Sarah onto the bed and slowly removed Sarah's and her clothes. Both girls were in the nude. Both girls looking at each other with lust. 

As Lisa climbed on top of Sarah, she stopped and looked into her eyes. "Do you want to do this? We can stop." She asked with concern for the heart broken girl. 

Sarah pauses for the moment to think it over. She then looks into her roommate's eyes and smiled. "Yes. I want to do this. I always have." With those words said, Sarah pulled Lisa down and kissed her.

As their lips touched again, spark flew. Lisa pulled away from Sarah's lovable lips and began kissing her neck. She began softly nibbling and biting her neck. Sarah moaned as she scraped her nails across Lisa's back. Lisa kissed her way down to Sarah's right tit. She sucked the nipple into her mouth and began twirling her tongue around it. As Lisa kissed and sucked the right nipple, her left hand slowly payed attention to the left nipple. Pinching and tugging it until both nipples were standing up. Lisa then switched to the left nipple, biting and the right nipple pinching. Sarah was on fire, her pussy wet and aching to be touched. She hasn't felt this way in forever. Sarah let her right hand go down between the girls and start rubbing her own clit. Just as Lisa finished giving attention to Sarah's tits, she kissed her way down to Sarah's hairless pussy. 

Lisa closed her eyes and inhaled the arousal of her roommate. Lisa was getting wetter by the second. Lisa turned around so her dripping pussy was above Sarah's mouth. Just before Sarah knew it, Lisa dove in and start licking and sucking her pussy lips frantically. Sarah moaned into Lisa's trimmed pussy as she found the girl's clit. Sarah sucked the clit into her mouth and began nibbling and swirling her tongue around it. 

Lisa could feel an orgasm coming along. She didn't want to cum until Sarah did. AS Lisa worked Sarah's clit over, she surprised Sarah by shoving two fingers up her dripping pussy. Sarah yelped in surprise as she felt Lisa's fingers going in and out of her. As the two girls fingered and sucked each other, they finally came together. 

Both girls seemed breathless from the sexual encounter. Lisa crawled up next to Sarah and laid beside her. Sarah nestled herself against Lisa's tit. Just as they were about to drift off to sleep, Sarah's phone rang. It just John. Lisa looked at Sarah with pleading eyes. Sarah smiled and ignored the call. She kissed her roommate. The two girls snuggled together and eventually fell asleep.



Break Up, Make Up



I finally broke up with my girlfriend Nancy. We had been seeing each other for almost a year. I got tired of listening to her whining and complaining all the time. I didn't want to marry her and there were other things I just couldn't stand hearing about. When I finally told her I wanted out, you should have seen her face. She was shocked like I had slapped her. I said I couldn't listen to her any longer and she should gather up her possessions in my apartment and leave.

There was silence from then on until she went out the door. Nancy slammed the door behind her. At least it was over, I could move on. I didn't go out with anyone for almost a month. I did finally ask a few women out. It didn't work out as planned. All these women wanted was to be wined and dined. When it came to putting out afterwards, that wasn't part of their bargain. I put my dating plans on hold.

I was in the grocery store of all places when I ran into Nancy. I thought she would be cold towards me but that wasn't the case. She asked if we could talk sometime. Like a fool, I said if she wanted to come over we could chat. It wasn't two days later and my doorbell rang. There stood Nancy. I invited her in and we talked for a few minutes.

"I really missed you lately," she said to me. 

Before you knew it we were kissed and touching each other. A few minutes later we were back in my bed. The one thing good about Nancy was she was hot in bed, especially after we fought. God, did she love to fuck. Nancy performed her best feat that day. She took hold of my dick and she went down on me. Nancy wasn't one of those women who licked your cock a few times and then quit. Her head was bobbing up and down and she took me right down to the root.

I had to control myself so I wouldn't cum quickly. Luckily Nancy pulled away and got onto her back. I guess I was like a wild bull that day. I took hold of her ankles and pushed her legs back to her chest. Nancy reached down and guided my prick to her opening. I shoved my dick inside with one quick motion. Nancy let out this scream as I filled her pussy with my long dick. I didn't waste any time. I started to pound her pussy as hard as was possible. 

I have to say Nancy's pussy was tight that day. She was clamping down on my rod as I stroked her with my dick. We went at it like it was the first time we ever had sex. Nancy finally told me to let go of her legs. She ended up strapping them around my back. I stretched myself out and gave it to her hard. My balls were hitting her ass and I pushed in as deep as was humanly possible. I lowered my face and found her large nipples. 

I took each one in my mouth. I was biting and sucking on them as we continued fucking. I could never tell her this but I missed having this kind of sex with her. There was no holding back. Nancy loved it hard and deep and that is the way I took her in bed. We had to have fucked for over an hour. My dick was actually getting sore when I started to feel my nuts pinching. I tried to control myself but I finally blew my load. 

Nancy screamed as she felt my sticky oils enter her body. She started to shake and I figured she was having her own orgasms right then. I just kept pumping my dick into her pussy until I felt I had nothing left inside me. I rested my cock in Nancy's pussy and we tried to calm down together.

"God, I missed you fucking me like that," Nancy told me.

I soon pulled out and Nancy went and got cleaned up. I figured it was best to stop right there and not to have anymore sex that day. 

"Call me," Nancy told me as she went out the door.

I am sitting thinking about what I should do. If we could just have sex together, everything would be fine. I know Nancy wanted to get back together as girlfriend-boyfriend. I don't to go back down that path again. If I can come up with a plan where I can just fuck Nancy I would go with that. For now I need to rest my sore dick and hope I can fuck my old girlfriend again with no strings attached.



Break-Up Songs



As I was putting together a play list (which for the older reader is the modern equivalent of the mixed tape) recently, I came to the conclusion that most of my favorite 'love songs' are really 'break up' songs. Upon further review, the rest seem to be 'pining for love' songs, 'afraid of love' songs, and 'losing a love' songs. At first, I thought it was maybe my favored genre of music that was the cause of this anomaly, punk rock not being known for producing classic 'love songs'. Alas, my music tastes aren't limited to just punk and the phenomenon of my preference for 'break up' songs spans all genres.

I started wondering what it says about me that a lot of my favorite songs are 'break up' songs. Does it say that I don't know what love is? Does it say I'm more comfortable with the idea of breaking up than of being in love? Does it say that I'm still full of the angst and insecurity that my generation took to new heights in the nineties? Does it merely say that I prefer the kind of music artistry that only emotional pain and longing can produce? I'm really not sure.

The collection of what I thought were love songs runs the gamut from the fleeting fling, Kenny Chesney's 'Anything But Mine', the trials and tribulations of relationships, Caroline's Spine's 'You and Me' and No Doubt's 'Don't Speak', the prospect of losing a love and the pain that involves, Garth Brooks' 'The Dance' and Guns N' Roses' 'November Rain', the horrible things two people in love can do to each other, Kid Rock and Sheryl Crow's 'Picture', fearing the prospect of love, Social Distortion's 'Angel's Wings, and the somewhat disturbing, Misfits' "Saturday Night'. I'm honestly not sure if I know what a love song truly is, or if one actually exists.

The funny thing is, the closest to truly romantic songs on this play list were punk rock songs like 'I Wanna Be Your Boyfriend' by the Ramones, 'Your Name is Tatooed on My Heart', Screeching Weasel and 'Josie' by Blink 182. None of these songs could truly be called love songs however. 

I freely admit that most modern rock and roll escapes me. I know very little of pop music, what I have heard may purport to be about love, but I believe its confusing love with lust, as most of the songs seem to be about sex, not that there is anything wrong with that. The same goes for rap/hip hop. My knowledge of country music, especially modern country music is very limited, despite my listing of two country songs earlier. Jazz, R&B...no clue. Now, I do know that eighties heavy, or hair, metal produced a few true love songs, but these were simply not good songs so they're disqualified. I may be wrong, but I think that all genres of music deal with love the same way my preferred punk rock does, that is if love is mentioned at all, its in the context of losing it, fearing it, not knowing how to deal with it, searching for it, etc. I have never heard a song about being wonderfully, happily, gloriously in love, at least not in love with your current partner. If I'm wrong, I'll gladly be corrected.

Even looking back to classic rock, I see more examples of 'not exactly love' love songs than actual love songs. There's the pining for another man's wife in Derek and the Domino's 'Layla' (Okay, Eric Clapton eventually won the heart of George Harrison's wife, but this cannot be considered a love song), how hard love can be in Johnny Cash's 'Ring of Fire' and 'Love Hurts' by Nazareth, quick simple physical gratification with The Rolling Stones' 'Satisfaction', even the Beatles sappy early work was more about searching for love than actually being in love. So, is that the problem, are there no real love songs? I find that hard to believe. I believe its more likely that real love songs escape my attention for one reason or another.

So, is it an affinity for the art created by emotional torment that steers me away from real love songs? Are the 'pain of love' songs really that much better than real love songs? What does it say about me that most of my favorite songs are 'break up' songs?

I think what it says is I am afraid of love. Love is difficult. Love is losing control of your emotions. Love is putting your heart on the line with no guarantee that it won't be torn from your chest and crushed under 6" stilettos. Love is flying blind. Is this wrong? In my opinion, its normal to fear the unknown. Its normal to have trepidation on following a path, the outcome of which you have no idea. Admittedly, being in love is wonderful, but falling in love is scary. Why is it scary? Because true love is so evasive. Since high school, I've thought I was in love a minimum of 4 times. The fact that I'm still searching should tell you how that worked out.

'Happily ever after' is a myth. Ever lasting romance is a rare occurrence, divorce is more prevalent in today's society. Can I be blamed for being jaded? The prospect of starting something, wondrous as that may be, that has a good chance of ending in pain and heartache, takes a great deal of faith and fortitude. Even the toughest person has to go in with a little fear, if they have any sense at all, that they aren't as tough as they need to be. 

"I triumphed in the face of adversity and I became the man I never thought I'd be, And now my biggest challenge, a thing called love, I guess I'm not as tough as I thought I was" Angel's Wings, Social Distortion.

I think my preference of songs also says I know love isn't easy. All loving relationships face their trials and tribulations. There will be pain as well as elation. So long as the good times outweigh the bad, love is worth fighting for. Couples often do hurtful things to each other, not necessarily to cause each other pain, just because people are fallible. We make mistakes. Realizing those mistakes and correcting them and working to never repeat them is necessary and vital.

"I remember a time I believed that the words love and pain were both one and the same, I'm gonna trade in my old ways for a new shot at life, I'm gonna change, change my direction, I'm gonna change my ways" Faithless, Social Distortion.

I want to find love, in spite of my fears and anxieties. I am not more comfortable with breaking up, on the contrary, breaking up is why I am afraid of falling in love. I've seen the devastating effects of love gone wrong, most notably in my own family. I strongly desire not to take the same path. I go into relationships with my eyes wide open, yet the heart doesn't always see what my eyes do. My preference of songs is merely a reminder of what I am getting myself into. It is a way for me to insulate myself from the possible pain and heartbreak coming my way.

I listen to the songs I do to remind me of the reward for the heartache I may endure along the way. It reminds me of why I am on this quest. It tells me that no matter what comes up, someone, somewhere has been through it before and I can endure. These songs tell me love is worth it.

"I'm glad I didn't know, the way it all would end, the way it all would go, Our lives are better left to chance, I could've missed the pain, but I'd have had to miss the dance." The Dance, Garth Brooks.

Love blindsides you. You can't search for love, it searches for you. My songs help me remember that maybe. They tell me I can't look for love when it's not there. I can't force love, it comes naturally, when you least expect it.

So what does all this say about me? Does it tell me I'm jaded? Does it tell me that my anxieties and fears are shared? Are these songs there to remind me that in the end love is worth it? Maybe these songs just give me a good feeling, a feeling I most closely associate with the one the play list was intended for. Maybe 'pain' songs are far superior to 'love' songs and I'm just a connoisseur of good music. Maybe my definition of what constitutes a love song is too narrow. Then again, maybe I'm reading way to much into all of this.

I still believe in love. I still think love will find me. I have built a wall around my heart, but there is a key. I still have my 'break up' songs and my 'break up' album, 'Blue Skies, Broken Hearts...Next 12 Exits' by the Ataris. Maybe I am jaded, maybe I've witnessed and experienced enough heartache to have a growing feeling that love is fleeting and illusory. I'm travelling an uncharted road, at least I have a good soundtrack.



Break-Up Surprise



I was 18 and had been dressing up for two years before anyone had learned of my little hobby. I had no intention of telling anyone until I saw a friend in need. I was perfectly content getting dressed up in sexy clothes and having fun with someone on the internet from the privacy of my house.

My best friend had been dating this girl for about six months now and he had got pretty attached to her, so when she broke up with him over the phone, he was crushed and depressed. For a week I tried to cheer him up, but it was to no avail so I thought it might be time to try something new. On the weekend his parents were out of town, so I took it as my chance to get him back his spirits.

I called him Friday night and he said he was going to stay in all night, so I told him I would come over at 8 o'clock to hang out with him. So at around 6 o'clock I began to shave, bathe, get my outfit ready for the night, and plan what I was going to do this evening. I ended up wearing a short blue mini-dress that accentuated my ass and I put on matching pink panties and bra, with a pair of pink heels. I applied a little makeup and did my hair, and when I looked in the mirror, I was impressed. For a guy I was slightly shorter than average, and pretty slim, but I made a very good looking girl. I knew that if the shock would wear off fast enough when he saw me, he would really like this.

I took the short drive to his house, got out of my car, and walked up to his door. When he answered my ring and opened the door, his eyes were completely wide. For a moment he didn't know who was there, but then it clicked to him that it was his best friend. He let me in and asked if I was joking, but I just smiled and went into his kitchen. He asked me what I was doing and I told him that I was just making him dinner.

He shrugged his shoulders and accepted the fact, so I made a quick meal and waited on my man as he ate it. I fetched him whatever he needed and he complimented me on my meal. We talked for a little and he said he was pretty tense since the break up, so I had him lay on his bed, and I gave him a nice long massage. I was happy to serve him so far and I could tell that he was starting to get some of his spirit and energy back. After the massage, he told me that I made a great girl and I looked hotter than most women he has ever seen. I was flattered and gave him a little giggle, and told him this was just for him.

It had been about two or three hours since I had arrived and he liked the idea that I did all of this for him, so I curled up on his lap and we talked some more. He was pretty big and I was a little small, so we fit together just fine. I told him that I was happy to do anything he wanted and underneath my lap, I could feel something stirring. I got off of his lap and onto my knees where I unbuttoned and pulled off his pants. His cock sprang to life, so I looked up at him, and he answered me with a grin.

I lowered my head onto it, first kissing and licking the tip, then swirling my tongue onto it. He was very excited by this, and he's pretty long as well, so it was quite a cock I had in my mouth. I teased my tongue over every inch of it, then took the whole thing deeper in my mouth. It reached my throat and my chin rested against his sizable balls. He reached his hand onto my head and for a moment was fucking my mouth. Then he pulled my head off, and I knew what he had in mind.

My dress found its way off, so I was just in front of him with my bra, panties, and heels on, which he took a liking to. He was completely naked, and from what I saw, pretty hot and horny. I lowered myself on all fours, then he pulled my panties down and started inching his dripping wet cock into my cute little ass. It was long, but I was very willing, so I took every inch he had into my ass. His hard cock fucked me doggie style for what felt like forever, and I was rewarded with a load of hot, sticky cum.

I thought I had pleased my friend, but little did I know, he was only beginning. For hours we fucked, changing positions every once in a while between me straddling him, or me on my back with my legs up, and many others. His cock was always rock hard, so I knew I did something right. My ass was used and abused and I loved every second of it; it was loaded with my best friends cum, and I even clenched tight so I could hold onto it all.

As a finale for the night I went back to my knees and started sucking his cock yet again. I deep throated it in no time and he was going deeper than I remembered from the first time. My mouth was a toy to him and for twenty minutes I sucked on his large manhood. Then he went rigid and filled my mouth with a load bigger than any he had shot off all night. I could hardly keep up, but I didn't miss a single drop from going down my throat. My mouth had been conquered by him and so did all of my body, I was absolutely bathed in his cum.

The final blow job ended at four o'clock in the morning and we had to stop, both completely exhausted from the night. His body was covered in sweat, and mine was covered in his cum, sweat, and tears of intense pleasure. We collasped onto his bed and I cuddled into him, aware of how amazing the night had been. We both quickly fell asleep, but that night we went from best friends to lovers.

In the morning I made him breakfast in my bra, panties, and heels, and he clawwed at my ass as I served it to him in bed. I even fed some to him, and he ate a little bit off of my body. We took a long hot shower together and had sex just one more time. When I left his house and went back home, I knew that this could not be our last time doing that. I had too much pleasure pleasing him and he seemed to completely forget about the girlfriend he broke up with. And better yet, his parents were going out of town the next weekend too. Mmmm!



Break-Up Time



Lisa and Don were married ten years when Lisa decided she needed time to find out what she wanted to do. Don was asked to leave home until things quieted down and Lisa knew what she wanted.

Don decided to see a lawyer just to be safe, the first thing was checking bank accounts, what do you know, no money, the next was car titles, titles were already changed over to Lisa. The lawyer told Don that he didn’t believe Lisa, he felt there was more to it, or Lisa would not have changed things like this. He advised Don to file for divorce now. Don followed his lawyer’s advice and filed.

Don tried on several occasions to contact Lisa but was unable to talk to her, she was never home, after several months, Don started to put his life back together, he went out on a date, still no word from Lisa. One day after an evening out Don received a phone call from Lisa, the first thing she asked was where he had been all evening; she said “ I tried to call you several times”. Don was surprised she asked, after all these months, which would think it mattered to her. Don asked her what she wanted, she replied, “just seeing how you’re doing”. Don said, if you have anything to say, talk to my lawyer, he then hung up on her. 

The next day Don was making dinner when Lisa knocked at the door, Don opened the door and let her in. Lisa saw the table set, she asked Don who was in his house, he replied no one, and your lying she said I know you can’t cook. Lisa started looking around the house, hey! Don said, this is my house you have no right to come in and search for someone who doesn’t exist, I can cook and if I want someone over for dinner it’s my business not yours. Lisa left only to return later that evening saying she had some things that belong to him and she wanted to return them. Don would not let her in, he told her to call him tomorrow and they could talk. Lisa banged on the door saying she knew he had someone in there with him, Don told her to leave and call tomorrow or he would call the police, Lisa left telling him she would call after work.

Don wondered about her actions almost all day, when he thought shit, if she’s that up tight maybe he could get her to give him some pussy. Lisa was always too tired or didn’t feel like it, always some excuse, she was plain cold she was also a prude. Don remembered one time several years ago when he had been complaining to her about going out having a great time, then coming home, he wanted pussy, and she would go to bed to sleep. Lisa didn’t pay any attention to him, she would still come home go to bed and say good night, no pussy, one night Don had enough, when she said good night, before she could roll over, he quickly jumped on top of her, grabbed her hair with both hands, pulling back hard, he told her if she didn’t want to understand before, now she would have to understand the hard way. 

Don told Lisa to pull her night gown up to her chin, she did it, he knew she slept without panties, now he said, put my Dick in your pussy, she did it, Don felt his Dick enter her pussy, now, pulling her hair, he said “I want to watch your tits jiggle as I fuck the hell out of you.” Don gave her a rough pounding that he enjoyed so much, he thought about how good it felt for many days. Don was going to change how he treated Lisa, she didn’t like any dirty jokes or any reference to body parts, she was a ball buster when it came to sex, it was only done in the dark, no foul words, Don would be vulgar and foul mouthed with her. 

Don decided to see how far he could make her go, so when she called he said she could come over if she understood he only had a stiff Dick for her nothing else. She Said she understood and would be over later tonight. Don got film for his camera; he wanted to see if he could get her to do some nude photos, he never tried before.

Lisa arrived, dressed in a short white skirt and blue silk blouse, looking very sexy. Don was surprised but pleased with her attire good look for pictures. They went out for a ride, to talk. Lisa said that while she felt they should be talking she was not ready to have Don return home. Don agreed explaining that he filed for a divorce and at this time was not going to change from that position. Lisa said she didn’t want him to change anything; she just wanted them to be talking; now she said let’s go back to your place.

When they were back in Don’s home, she sat down in the living room, carefully crossed her legs, Don looked at her and asked if she remembered what he said last night, she replied yes I do. Don looked at her and said what are you waiting for, let’s get you naked, wait a minute aren’t you going to romance me first, she asked, Don said wait one minute I have an idea, why don’t I get my Polaroid and take some pictures of you, wait I’ll get it. Don hurried into the bedroom got his Polaroid and called her to come into the bedroom, he took her photo as she entered the room. 

They both waited for it to develop, O.K. let’s do another this time hold your skirt up in the back let’s see some panty, Lisa half turned, pulled her skirt up above her panty line, Don snapped her picture, now he said the same thing but from the front, Lisa complied, Don snapped another photo. Lisa asked what now, let’s do it without your panties, Don suggested, no way, she replied, just this once Don pleaded, no one will see it but me, please just tonight. Lisa thought for a minute O.K. but that’s all, she pulled her panties down, wait Don said let me get that, as he snapped another photo, now sit in the chair, pull your skirt up, let’s see your pussy, good, he said as he snapped her hairy patch. Before they finished Don talked her into taking several photos without clothes, then she gave him the best fucking he ever had with her, twice. Never once did he kiss or touch her in any romantic way, afterwards he just walked her to the door and said Good night.

The next day he looked at his photos, ten in all, he found it hard to believe Lisa let him do it she was always such a prude, but she did and he was going to keep them. Later in the day Lisa called and said she had to go home tonight but would see him tomorrow night. Don tried to call her several times she wasn’t in yet. Finally she called him at midnight, saying she had to work late. Don didn’t believe her so he decided to watch her home and work, sure enough she wasn’t at work and wasn’t home, she called him again around midnight saying she worked late on a report that had to go out, but would be over tomorrow. Don knew she was lying about working.

Don was at work the next day talking to Ray and Joe, when they asked about Lisa, saying she was too good looking; somebody had to be getting some from her. Don asked if they were interested in seeing some nude photos of her, damn right they would, Don took out his pictures, Ray was really excited, man I’d like some of that, he said, I’d eat a mile of her shit just to see were it comes from replied Joe. Don said, she’s has been coming over to give me some good fucking, just to keep me in check, she’s coming over tonight, how would you guy’s like to make it three on one tonight, for Lisa’s farewell party. 

Tell me, what time and where Ray replied excitedly, me to said Joe, O.K. said Don meet me at my place at six, O.K., you can count on us we’ll be there. They arrived a little early; they set down to get a plan together. Don suggested Ray and Joe wait in the bedroom by the closets, Don would get her to go into the bedroom with him, close the door with the lock turned to the outside, she couldn’t get out, then we give her a choice, she takes us all on or we’ll take her anyway, let’s see what she does, if we have to we can grab her, throw her on the bed, pull her panties off and fuck her, remember this is farewell, there won’t be any other chances.

Lisa knocked on the door at 6:45, Don let her in, he asked her if she would like something to drink, she said no she was not going to stay long, she needed to get home. Don said what are we waiting for, let’s go in the bedroom, O.K. she replied but I don’t have a lot of time. Lisa entered the bedroom in front of Don, she heard Don close the door and wondered why he closed it, and suddenly she noticed Ray and Joe, who were strangers to her, standing on each side of the room. Don said Lisa you have two choices one take off your clothes and give us some pussy, or two we’ll do it for you, either way your going to get fucked.

Lisa looked at Don with daggers in her eyes; she lifted her skirt and said is this what you want, go ahead take it, if that’s what makes you feel like a man. Lisa pulled her panties off, what are you big men waiting for, this is what your after, come on take it, be big strong men. Not like that; Don said, we want you naked now get your clothes off or we’ll do it. Lisa started by taking off her blouse, then her skirt, she only had her bra left, go on the bra too Don told her, she reached behind her back, unhooked her bra, she was naked. They stood there looking at her for a few minutes, finally Don said let’s start with blow jobs, if you do it well you can leave sooner, Don held his stiff Dick, Lisa angrily put his Dick in her mouth, she started sucking Don’s Dick, her first time ever, while Ray and Joe watched her tits and ass, becoming more aroused by the minute. Ray was ready to explode, he stepped behind her took her by the waist, pulled her ass up to his Dick and pushed his Dick into her cunt, she was already giving head, they were giving her a rough fucking time. For the first time ever, Lisa was taking on two men.

Don came first almost making her gag, Ray pounded at her pussy like he never had any pussy this good. Finally Ray gave a loud groan, oh baby your good, as he came. Joe was next to take her, he wanted her on the bed, with a pillow under her ass, Joe shoved his Dick violently into her wide spread pussy, pounding at her, making her tits flop up and down with each stroke from his Dick, she told him to hurry up she had to leave. She had pissed Joe off, he started banging her hard, she started moaning, Don was ready again, he pulled her head over to his Dick, she now was giving Don head while Joe pounded her pussy, she was sucking cock and loving it, after what seemed like forever Joe came deep in her cunt. 

Ray said, get her on her knees, she can suck your Dick better, I want her ass this time, when was the last time she had it in the ass, he asked? He put his finger in her dripping cunt, then into her puckered ass hole, Don replied, he never tried to take her ass, Lisa jerked as Rays Dick slowly entered her ass, Ray said I got me a cherry ass here, nice and tight, won’t be tight after tonight, he pushed his Dick all the way into her ass. Lisa was finding new thrills she would never forget, she forgot about time, Lisa spent a night joyfully offering her ass, fucking and sucking many time over, fucked a dozen times, sucked cock half a dozen times, and took it in the ass half a dozen times. Lisa left around midnight, she had a sore ass and pussy, and she also was a little hoarse.

When the divorce was over and things in their life moving on, it came out that she did in fact have a boy friend, who died on her six months after the divorce, it was said that she was over sexed and fucked him to death, Lisa never said anything to anybody about her three way night. Don wondered how she explained her sore pussy to her boy friend. Don enjoyed the thoughts for many years.



Break Ups Suck



Break ups suck. Not much of a revelation, I know. But mine last year was particularly difficult. This is a story about how one couple helped me recover and see that bright days can eventually outnumber dark ones.

Theresa had decided our relationship had run its course after almost three years. She dropped this bomb when we were on vacation. And, ironically, on my birthday. Some gift.

It took a month or so to find my own place and move out. She was the type that needed total separation: no contact, no talking about it, no more reasons. Boom: that's it. Of course, that rejection hurt deeply and sent me into a spiral of sleeplessness, weight loss, and a deep funk that everyone around me could see. 

My buddy said I really just needed to get away for a few weeks. It was fall and he said he knew someone who had a place on the eastern coast of Spain that would probably be empty this time of year. "Get out of here and go find your mojo," he insisted.

A few weeks later, I was unpacking my bags in a great one bedroom condo in Alicante with a sparkling view of the Mediterranean. The complex was largely empty even though the temperatures were above normal and the sun was bright and warm. 

My first few days were spent reading, soaking up the sun, wandering around the town and running miles and miles on the hills above town. In the afternoons, I would often lounge by the pool, almost always alone.

My friend had said his complex was very "progressive" and made it a point to mention that one of the pools in particular was very private and nude sunbathing was quite natural, if you'll excuse the pun. I've never been one to sunbathe nude, but this seemed to be the place to start. I made sure I did a complete manscape, something my ex-girlfriend didn't think was important. I decided I needed a clean look for a new life. 

On the afternoon of my fourth day, I stretched out my towel by the pool and, seeing no one, decided it was time to let loose a bit and slowly pulled off my shorts. I looked around nervously for a few minutes then just relaxed and closed my eyes. If someone came out, they would see the full Monty. I was through being shy.

I went for a swim and enjoyed the cool water on my freshly-shaven package. After several laps, I saw a flash of bright red and white on the deck. I stopped at the far end and looked around. A young couple had made their way to the pool and were settling in a few lounges away from my towel, sunscreen, and thoroughly-dry swimsuit. 

I studied her slowly. She had a cute, angelic face framed with short, black hair and straight bangs. She wore a white shirt over a red bikini—the bright color that caught my eye. I could only see her bottoms but the suit appeared to be a tiny thong. 

He was very tan and wore bright blue board shorts, a black muscle shirt, and carried an expensive-looking black camera bag.

As they settled in, he nodded his head to me and she gave me a little wave. That's when I realized the reality of my situation. I was completely nude. Rather than being intimidated and nervous, though. I felt confident and inspired. Maybe I still had a little mojo left after all.

I swam back across to their side. I didn't get out right away. Instead, I decided I needed to test the waters a bit.

"Hi, it's nice and warm today," I said, standing up in the pool but with my privates still below the water.

"Yes, it's lovely," the gal said in a clipped British accent. Good. Language would not be an obstacle.

"This place is beautiful. I can't believe it's so empty," her partner said, digging around in his bag.

"I'm Zach," I explined. "I've been here all week and it's been this quiet."

"I'm Ricky and this is my girlfriend Christina," the guy said, now holding a very expensive digital camera.

"Hi Zach," Christina said with a smile. She watched me watch her as she unbuttoned the white shirt to reveal a tiny red top. The suit was mesh and practically see through. I couldn't help but stare. She had beautifully-shaped breasts with dark nipples that were clearly visible.

Ricky could see I was awestruck. It looked like he had a small smile on his face.

"Zach, is it true that you can sunbathe here in the nude?" Ricky asked.

"Uh, I sure hope so," I said, smiling and looking over at my suit a few feet away from them. They had probably noticed I was swimming nude when they walked up.

"That's good," Christina said. "I hate tan lines. You don't mind do you, Zach?" she asked as she turned her back to her boyfriend so he could untie her top.

"Of course not," I stammered. "Uh, do you mind throwing me that towel?" I asked.

Christina stood up and slipped off her top as she walked the few steps to grab my towel. She walked to me and I enjoyed watching her full breasts bounce slightly as she handed me my towel.

"Be careful getting out of the water," she said with a smile. I heard several clicks of the shutter on Ricky's camera as Christina walked back to her lounge. The thong bottom was the smallest suit I had ever seen.

I walked in the water to the steps then wrapped my towel around my waist as I cleared the water. I could feel their eyes on me as I went to my chair.

"Come on over next to us," Ricky said, patting the lounge next to Christina.

I grabbed my stuff and settled down next to her. I now was only a few feet away and was completely taken by Christina's beauty and figure. Her skin was fair, not unexpected for a Brit. But she had wonderful curves, perky nipples, and a smooth stomach and legs. There was a cute mole under her left breast. Her bellybutton was an "innie" and there was not a hint of any hair or stubble anywhere on her belly or legs. She had small, bright lips and even wore a little makeup. When she lifted up her sunglasses, I could see she had beautiful dark eyes. She looked like a beautiful swimsuit model.

"So, tell us your story," Christina said. "Why are you here in such a beautiful place all alone?"

I dug a cold beer out of my bag and proceeded to tell them about the break up, the mild depression, and the need to break my melancholy that brought me to this resort. 

They said they were on a late holiday and had heard many wonderful things about Alicante. We chatted back and forth like we were seated next to each other on a bus. Instead, she was topless, he was taking lots of pictures, and I my towel had slipped and my Johnson was clearly visible to them both. She seemed quite interested in my member and not afraid to stare.

"Ricky, would you hand me my lotion?" Christina asked as she settled back. I did the same and let my towel flop completely open. I wasn't erect but I had been out of the cool water long enough that it wasn't going to take much to get me going. 

Now, I don't have a porn-star size dick, but women have said it is larger than most. One ex-girlfriend measured it at eight inches and thick enough when fully hard that she could barely wrap touch her thumb to her forefinger when she jacked me off.

I watched Christina as she slowly smoothed the lotion over each arm. Ricky had the camera out and was focusing on her. She smiled a little at me then proceeded to slowly, seductively massage the cream into her breasts. She paid particular attention to both nipples, pinching them up to complete hardness.

"Christina, I think Zach is enjoying your show," Ricky said. I looked down and saw that I was completely hard and had started to subconsciously slowly stroke myself while I watched her. I became embarrassed and attempted to cover myself.

"Oh, don't do that," Christina said, reaching over to remove my hand. "You have a beautiful cock, one of the largest I have ever seen. I'm flattered I turn you on. And I'm a bit turned on myself," she said with a wink.

"Yes, Zach, don't hide such a beautiful dick," Ricky said. "Christina has tried to get me to shave myself like that but I haven't been so inclined. I might now after seeing how nice it looks."

So there we were. He was snapping pictures of his girl massaging her own breasts and me watching her from a few feet away with a raging hard-on.

"Honey, I think you need to turn over now and get some sun on your back," Ricky said, breaking the silence. "Zach, since I don't want to get lotion on my camera, would you mind applying some cream onto Christina's back?"

Would I mind? I think my dick grew even harder with the suggestion. What she did next though completely blew me away. She stood up and now slipped off her bottoms revealing a perfectly smooth and hairless pussy. She had small lips and a cut little clit button. She got down on her hands and knees, gave a little look my way as she pushed her ass up a bit, then laid down completely on her stomach. She reached over and handed me the lotion.

Ricky's camera proceeded to snap picture after picture as I started to gently apply lotion on her back.

"Go all the way up and down my body, please Zach," she asked. "I don't want you to miss a spot..."

I glanced over at Ricky and he nodded his OK. I moved closer and straddled her, my dick still sticking straight out. I massaged the cream into her neck and shoulders as she pulled her short hair to one side. I made my way across the top of her arms then down her side, lingering for a bit on the side of her breasts. She sighed a bit as I softly rubbed what was available from my position.

I shifted lower and worked the small of her back. I skipped her butt and moved to her hamstrings and calves. I finally made it to her feet and she squirmed a bit as my fingers tickled her arches.

Giving another glance over to Ricky, I could tell he was fine with what I was doing and was really concentrating on documenting the erotic scene in front of him. So, I squeezed another palm-full of lotion into each hand and slowly started circling over her bum.

I have been with many women but I have to say Christina's butt was the most beautiful I had ever seen. It seemed perfectly proportioned and as smooth as a baby's. I took my time and slowly massaged each cheek, allowing my fingers to dip into her crack a little more each time. 

I lowered myself and felt the head of my dick brush her thighs just a bit. Ricky noticed and snapped off another quick dozen pictures. Christina squirmed a bit and I could feel her body rise and fall as her breathing became heavy.

I started to work my fingers lower into that wonderful space between her cheeks. There wasn't a hint of hair as I lightly brushed over her rosebud. I decided I better not push my luck and didn't do more than lightly brush the surface. She did seem to push up a bit into my fingers but I held my resolve—for now—and didn't go deeper or penetrate her 

My cock was screaming to be released so I figured I better make one more move then get out of there before she was covered with more than suntan lotion. I moved my index finger lower until I found her pussy lips. They were completely soaked and swollen. I lightly brushed them as I didn't want to push in the lotion or risk a stranger walking up while I was up to my knuckles in Ricky's girlfriend's steaming sex.

I felt like I was almost ready to cum even though the only friction on my cock had been when it brushed against Christina a few times.

I laid back on my chair and it took all of my willpower not to stroke myself off in front of them. Christina looked over at me and saw my member sticking straight up and smiled.

Ricky put the camera down and laid back on his lounge. Finally, after about 10 minutes, my hard began to subside. I could see the glisten of pre-cum on the tip. She watched me as I wiped it off on my towel.

"I need to go inside and, uh, cool down a bit," I said. "I'm in unit 7," I said glancing over toward my condo. "Why don't you two stop by later for drinks?" I asked.

"Maybe we will," Ricky said. "That could be a lot of fun."

I pulled on my trunks, struggling to get them over my semi-hardness and stumbled back to my unit. It occurred to me as I unlocked my door that it had been hours since I had thought about Theresa.

To be continued...