Post Love

I left my wife three years ago.
I write about the women that fill up the void.

Post Love Forty

The easiest way to have sex back home was to pick up where I had left off. Jill had let me fuck her tits, and I knew she wasn’t done with me yet. I knew I could get more. A few days after my jet lag, I ran into her at the bar. She knew I’d be there. She was showing cleavage. She had shown up drunker than me, messier than me, more determined than me. I was still in limbo. I knew I could get it, but I didn’t know if I wanted it. So I drank. I mashed out my doubts so that my libido could breathe. It was around two when we left. A five minute walk to my place, scanning the street up and down for anyone I knew, making sure she stayed a secret, making our way up through the back alley, into my room, I kissed her immediately though I did not want to, put my hands on her tits, no time to waste, I felt her up and told her to take her shirt off, then her bra off, told her to sit on her knees on the floor and had to help her take my belt off, some giggles, a blend of booze and nerves and awkwardness, I pulled out my dick and she started to suck me off. Sometimes everything is just wonderful and easy. I stood there in my dim room feeling accomplished. She was finally blowing me. She’d been an awkward prude around me for two years now, and here she was, vigorously working my dick with her giant tits out casually, the same ones I was dying to see for all this time, they looked so incredible from this angle, I stared in disbelief, got lost in them, put my dick between them and started fucking, her holding them together, I told her to lean back so I could see, her still new at this filth, showing this young jew the ropes, back into her mouth, pulling her hair just for fun, fucking away into her throat I could not see her pasty body, could not see all the things I did not like about her, I could see a head smashing into my crotch, fast paced and dedicated, her massive tits hanging to the side a bit, heaving heavily, hypnotizing, faster and faster, tangling up with a fantastic blowjob, satisfaction and pleasant surprise, I felt good, she was good, everything was right, everything was building up, there was no escape now, my legs tensed up, I felt it coming, I started to moan, she kept going, I pulled my cock out of her mouth just in time to shoot all over her face. Thick white streams of cum covered her up. Her face, her eyes, her hair, all ruined perfectly. 

I didn’t understand. All these terrible orgasms, all these tortures and difficulties, here I was, a perfect orgasm. From Jill? The awkward, chubby girl with glasses? She was smiling. She seemed pleased to have my semen spread out on her face. She knew she had me now. She knew it wasn’t over. I gave her a towel to clean up. She got dressed and left, and that was it. A perfect encounter. I fell asleep, rejuvenated.

I was in her room a week later. Drunk, high, easy. It was a thing now. I liked her tits and she liked to make me cum. I didn’t ask questions. We smoked a joint and listened to music. When the joint was almost done, I put on an old classic. Danzig. And as we built our forming routine, me sitting on the edge of her bed with her sitting between my legs, her tits resting on my inner thighs, the rest of her body invisible to me, leaning back on my elbows, her sucking me off, then she did a new thing. She pushed her tits around my dick and started to move up and down, using her whole body, the friction of my tip against the soft firm flesh, vanishing over and over into the mass, the sheer visual force of when she moved down and my dick pushed her tits up, a hypnotic trance, she started blowing me again when it got too good, she’d been doing some research, or she’d been practicing, I didn’t care. I stood up as she continued sucking, everything slowed down and intensified by marijuana, everything blurry by alcohol, I finally stopped staring at her and focused on the feeling she gave me. I closed my eyes and enjoyed a good blowjob. Then I could hear the music again, sounding better than ever in this advanced state of being, I raised one hand up in the air, stretching my arm out, making a claw, mouthing along the words to the gods above, am I beast or am I human, am I just like you? Standing naked in darkness, girl on my dick, euphoric haze intensifying, power seething, really reeling, reaching out for you, she put her hand around the base of my cock and started to jerk me off, fast, still blowing the tip, I started to feel it blasting its way up through the blur, clear and strong. Deep down I knew that she liked me. I knew this was more than just sex to her. I knew she was blowing me the best she could in hopes of something more. Am I demon? You need to know, and I came all over her face, in her hair, in her eye, in her mouth, glorious uncontrollable spurts of my manhood scattered across her in a single moment of perfect chaos, I felt alive, I felt proud, I felt like I was back, not sure where I’d been, looking down upon my creation, the mess I’d made, I got dressed before I could think more, shoes on, a quick goodbye, I walked out feeling reinstated.

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