I dated my ex-girlfriend Alara for about six months, which was just long enough to become vaguely serious and meet her family. It ended when I found out she cheated on me during a girls’ weekend with some douchey guy that always sold her molly. Her girlfriends (who were really my friends first before we met) told me he gave her a really cheap price because she did him a “favor.” They didn’t know what the favor was, just that they all got a shit ton of drugs out of the deal. After I pressured her for details she finally broke down one night and confessed anything. She had jacked this dude off for drugs, this college graduate with a well-paying white-collar job, in full prostitute form.
I was already on the verge of breaking up with her for personality reasons. It turned out my taste in her was even shittier than I’d guessed. The night it all came out she instantly tried to weaponize sex like she always did and she told me she’d let me fuck every day for a month, she offered a three-way, she told her I could tie her up and do anything, *any*thing, she put herself on her knees and peeled my pants off. She was garbling my ballsack in her mouth, a move she knew I liked, but I was so sickened by that slut that I yanked myself away from her, threw as much of my shit into a few bags as I could, and walked out of our apartment and out of her life for what I’d hoped would be forever.
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Only a few days passed before I realized I should have anger fucked her. I was more annoyed than anything else. Not heartbroken, because I had stopped feeling for her weeks before. Not angry, because she had proven she wasn’t worth that. Just annoyed with the whole situation, annoyed that I hadn’t hate-slammed a good pound into her before I left. The whole attraction of her was her lack of inhibition once her panties were down, and I thought with regret about not getting the chance to stuff her wet thong in her mouth and give her the anal she always claimed she’d wanted. Alas, my pride got the better of me, and that rage nut lingered in me…
For about four years. Till one shining Saturday afternoon at a brewery with my friends I ran into her younger sister, a delightful Division 1 soccer player who was five feet, one inch of fat ass meat. When I dated Alara, she was 29, I was 28, and Emma was 18. If Alara was a 6, Emma, even as a teenager, had been a 9, and Alara was insecure as all fuck about it. As a 22-year-old now, Emma was possibly a 10. The two sisters clashed mightily and I had bore witness to several of their epic dramatic drunken clashes when I’d been shackled to Alara. Emma had loved to flirt with me to piss Alara off and I had beat off to the memory multiple times.
Anyway, it was early afternoon on that hot shining day when I saw Emma and she was already drunk. She was so excited to see me, so hair-flipping, eye-battling, ass-bouncingly, arm-touchingly enamored of the run-in that I offered to buy her a drink. She accepted, and she licked the sweat from her lips. She is a pale blonde, short, compact, with thin but toned calves, thick thighs, and a dump truck of an ass. It was as big as it could possibly be for an athlete. Today she had it wrapped in yoga tights and a crop top and that meat bounced.
I am instantly horny and she is very aggressively flirty, but I don’t even think about trying because I didn’t think I had a chance. I’m 33 now, she’s 22, it just seems automatic that of course, it’s out of the question. I assumed Emma would never act on her flirting. I decided I’d see where the conversation went and maybe try for something later on in the night. How wrong I was.
We are halfway through our drink and some mindless catching up, a bubbly conversation that studiously avoids the subject of Alara when she tells me she needs a huge favor from me. She puts her hand on my shoulder and looks at me very earnestly. Will I drive her home really quickly to get her phone charger? I’d do that for her, right? She needs her phone, after all. My dick twitches when she pops up her sunburnt shoulder to her chin, in a coy sort of damsel in distress imitation.
My friends are there but I figure, why not? Her apartment is a mile away, we’ll be back in ten minutes. I suppose I imagined I’d get a better look at that ass in her tights as I dropped her off, too. She makes eye contact with me as she puts a breath mint on her pink tongue and there goes some blood to my groin, but I don’t dare imagine it means anything more than a hot girl knowing she’s hot and enjoying the attention.
When we get to her apartment she tells me to come in. I can help her look, she says. Inside, she stops in the hallway by the door and watches me close the door. She leans back against the wall and just smiles at me, as though we’d made an agreement or something, and takes her top off, letting it dangle from her thin wrist.
That was the last straw. I crossed the space between us in a blink, I was no longer in control, I couldn’t have even been sure if it was an invitation until she moaned as I sucked on her sweaty neck. I remember almost nothing from the first few moments, I’ve never been inside of someone so quickly. I remember the taste of salt and sunscreen and then her lips are on mine and in seconds she is telling me to get inside her…
I pull down her tights and shove her up against the wall as she’s moaning and begging me literally begging and shaking her ass as if to remind me of the target and I somehow manage to pull out a condom in the frenzy and then just like that I’m in it, all the way in it, nuts deep in it. Her ass arches back against mine, that toned meat and blubber bubbles against my hips and stomach, her arm reaches back around my neck and we commence with raw fuck.
There was no art to it, no thought, no restraint. I remember grabbing her hair in a ponytail and growling filthy things in her ear, things I’d never told any woman ever. She unlocked something, some special deeper nut that only her bloodline could pull out I suppose, and my thrusts were vicious, like I was trying to knock something out of her that was buried deep. She asks for it harder. I yank her ponytail and oblige.
Her cunt is sopping wet but still tight. I am sort of blackout but I remember the delicious clipping sound of my hips on that big fat pale ass meat and I remember biting her neck and I remember feeling a tremendous pressure building, all the breath going out of me like at the valley of a rollercoaster and she’s shaking and her small hand’s fingers are drawing blood on the back of my neck and I bust in her. Convulsions that wrack me like small electrocutions, hips bucking involuntarily, some part of me desperate to seed her. We fuck twice more in the next 20 minutes, once doggy and once with her legs up against my chest. She is a wild animal and keeps saying the sultriest dirty shit like “I bet you love that young pussy” “I knew my sister’s old cunt was no good for you, you old creep” and “This is what you were missing when you were wasting time with her.”
She tells me to smack her. She says it repeatedly and I don’t remember how many times I do it but I whack her across her ass meat and I reach around and paddle her little titties like tiny boxing speed bags and I hump that crazy little pussy as hard as I fucking can for three rounds. I pour sweat on her, she’s slathered in her own sex mucous down her thighs and my sweat.
During the second round when I am hitting her from the back and about to bust, she rips the condom off and takes my nut down her throat. The refractory time is almost nothing. We barely speak beyond the filthy talk and when we are again facing each other we stare hot fire into each other’s souls. Of course, it is Alara we are getting revenge on, but the cheating older sister is never spoken of. If it is there which of course it must have been it is deeply below the surface.
My cum has not dried nor had the chance to be wiped off her chin nor have we moved from her hallway floor when she reaches a hand over to fondle my nuts. Then she grabs my middle finger, sucks it, and prods it right up her asshole while she rubs her clit. My very sore penis roars back and she produces a condom from thin air and I am back balls deep up her, this time holding her ankles over my shoulders as I team her into the floor. Her hips twist and buck to meet my thrusts perfectly. She gives these little sobs – no tears, just little choking sobs – as she comes. Her big thighs quake on me and she sees I am close she pulls me out pulls the condom off again and squeezes out with strong and supple fingers a third and final delicious spasm on her face. It drips down her nose. I had never busted that many times in that short a period since I was a teenager.
Wordlessly we got changed, she limping and holding herself and laughing and telling me lewd things about her history, complimenting the shape of my dick. Then I drove her back to the brewery. She asked me briefly about my life in the car. She was glowing and effusive with her praise. She said she’d always known I was the freakiest fuck and she said I’d “cleaned out her pipes and please do it again.” Of course, I didn’t tell her I’d never fucked like that in my life, that I’d only been that dirty in my dreams, She put her tongue in my mouth when we said goodbye in the parking lot and my exhausted dick somehow twitched back ready to ravage again. She sucked my bulge through my shorts and left. Inside I sat in a corner in the shade with my friends drank a cold beer tried to stop sweating and fully basked in what were the most delicious orgasms of my life. My friends asked where I’d been and I said I’d had to take a call. They would’ve judged me for drilling a girl so much younger. Across the crowded yard of drinkers and minglers, I caught a glimpse of Emma walking with a crowd of girls, limping noticeably.
