Ex-Girlfriend’s Bed

“How’s that feel?” he asked genuinely.

“Give me minute. Just don’t move too quickly or anything.” Damn. I’d seen his girth, tasted it even, but it felt so much wider in my ass. I took a deep breath, let it out, then another deep breath. “Okay. Go slow.”

The deeper he got, the more the pain increased. Inch by torturous inch, he pushed into me. Finally, I could feel his pubic hairs tickling my ass cheeks. He paused, then my ass seemed to open up and let him in. The initial pain ebbed slowly, giving way to a celestial rapture: finally full again.

With his cock buried completely up my ass, he lay his chest down on my back. I must have been moaning or making some sort of noise, but my mind was in heavenly shock.

“Like that? Better get ready,” he warned.

He pulled out slowly, added more lube, then pressed back in without the agonizing discomfort of before. Again he removed most of his cock and added lube. Again, he forced himself into my bowels. And again, more pleasure, less pain. He began a slow, easy rhythm. His cock the piston, my ass the cylinder, our engine picked up speed. I could almost feel each vein as his cock exited and reentered me. His balls slapped me.

The energy increased to a fervor. I felt his sweat drip from his face onto my back. His hands grabbed my hips, uncaring for my needs. He pummeled me; I moaned. He drilled me; I groaned. He plowed into me; I screamed in ecstasy.

He slammed into me one last time. His muscle spasmed inside me. He moved his hands from my hips to the bed, one at a time as though he thought he might lose his balance. His breathing was heavy, laden with fulfilled lust. His sweat, or maybe his saliva, drooled onto my exhausted back.

“Merry Christmas,” he chuckled.

“Merry Christmas,” I replied.

“You know, every time…,” he started.

“What’s that?” I asked him.

“Every time.” He paused catching his breath. “Doesn’t matter how many women I fuck, it’s always better when my cock is up a guy’s ass.” With that, he kissed my back and leisurely withdrew from my ass. I heard him head for the bathroom. I forced myself up, grabbed an extra towel, and clumsily stumbled after.

We shared the shower, each helping wash the other’s back. After a few minutes of snogging under the running water, I knelt before him. I nuzzled his flaccid member, lifting it to suckle his balls. Without direction, he turned and bent at the waist, offering me unfettered access to his ass. I couldn’t help it, my favorite form of oral is having my tongue in an ass. I tongue fucked his ass, slurping up the shower water as it poured down his back. I almost thought he was going to ask me to return the assfucking favor, but he merely reached back and pulled my head even further into his puckered hole. He turned off the water, turned around and offered me his cock, once again raging with lustful desire. I sucked him as deep as I could. In mere moments, he was spurting cum down my throat. I savored the salty-sweet flavor of his semen.

“If only my wife sucked like you do,” he mused. “And she’d never have a go at my backside like that.”

We toweled off. I offered to share my whisky, which he thankfully accepted. We chatted for a bit, but nothing overly friendly. I offered my number in case he might want to get his rocks off again while in town.

“Sure. Why not? I’ll be busy the next couple of nights and going home after that. But, I’ll look you up next time I’m in town?”

I was both disappointed and relieved. I mean, it was a great time, but I don’t think I could have taken another pounding like that anytime soon. We finished our drinks and I walked him to the door. He embraced me at the door and planted a light kiss on my forehead.

I watched him on his way to the car. He had only taken a couple of steps before he turned back.

“Maybe I’ll be in town for Valentine’s Day…”

I waved farewell and watched his taillights as he drove away. I saw Mariela’s note laying on the ground by the door, noticed more writing under the fold.

“I’m headed off to see my fam. Have fun. And remember: it’s okay to have people over. 😉

“P.S. Hope you get fucked. I can tell you need it! :)”

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