twisted-talez: “Is this how you fucked my wife?” I asked as he pummeled my hole from behind. “Yeah,
twisted-talez: “Is this how you fucked my wife?” I asked as he pummeled my hole from behind. “Yeah, boy,” he laughed, mussing up my hair. “She fucking loved when I destroyed her pussy like this.” I was loving it, too. There comes a time in every marriage when the sex fizzles. I just didn’t expect that to happen six months after we said, “I do.” Zara was always eager to fuck when we were dating, and was often the one to initiate sex. She had been married before, so she was hardly a blushing virgin. But then something changed. All of a sudden Zara always had a headache, or had to be up early. At barely thirty, I refused to accept a lifetime of jerking my cock over the bathroom sink after she went to bed.A week ago, we got home late from a party. Zara was trashed and I hoped that maybe all the booze would have made her horny. Not so. As we got into bed, I kissed her and began to move on top of her, my hard cock rubbing against her pussy. She immediately pushed me off, nearly kicking me in the balls.“Why don’t you want to fuck?” I demanded. “I’m too tired,” she quipped. “But you never want to fuck,” I argued. Normally, at this point, she’d roll over and ignore me. But given she was fairly drunk, her guard was down and she finally opened up to me. “Look, Chad,” she began. “I love you, but you’re boring as fuck in bed. You just don’t excite me the way Kevin did between the sheets.” Kevin was her ex-husband, so her admission really stung. He was an asshole to her, which is why she left him, but apparently Kevin is some sex god.I was distracted the next morning at work. Not getting laid will do that to a guy. I needed to take some action, so I picked up the phone and called Kevin. He was surprised to hear from me. We had met a few times when Zara and I were first dating, often running into him at parties as they still share mutual friends. I told him I needed some advice regarding Zara. He laughed and said, “I’m not sure I’m the best guy for that, considering she divorced me. But you’re free to stop by after work for a drink.” I gladly accepted.Kevin lives in one of those swanky lofts in the warehouse district. Everything about him exudes his suave, sophisticated charm. It’s partly why I hate his fucking guts. Nonetheless, I mustered a smile when he opened the door and gave me a brotherly hug. “Chad!” he boomed. “Come in, my boy.” Kevin is fifteen years older than me, and always calls me “boy” or “son” to make me feel inferior. He directed me to take a seat while he poured us each a single-malt Scotch from a crystal decanter.“So what seems to be the problem with Zara?” Kevin asked while handing me a Scotch and taking his place next to me on the couch. “She’s lost all interest in sex with me,” I shared, “and I gather that was not a problem with you.” Kevin let out a big laugh. “No, a lack of sex was not an issue for us. On the contrary, we had the opposite problem.” I was starting to regret this visit, but then Kevin asked to explain himself further.“You see, my boy,” Kevin began, “I’m a sexually-charged being. Some would say I’m over-sexed. I don’t believe in practicing monogamy, and I’m pansexual. Do you know what that means?” he asked. “Yeah,” I replied. “You’ll stick your dick in any hole you find.” Kevin roared with laughter. “Yes, I suppose that’s true,” he admitted. “But while Zara and I did have fantastic sex, she got tired of coming home and finding me fucking her friends, our maid, the pool boy, some guy from Grindr … well, you get the picture.” I did, but I also had no clue how any of this shit was helpful to me.“Look, my point to all of this,” Kevin continued, “is that you’re already giving Zara what I could not — faithful stability. You just need to spice up the sex. And that’s how I can help you, my boy. I can teach you how to fuck.” I was elated. This is what I needed, some pointers. And then the bottom dropped out. “OK, my boy,” Kevin announced while standing up and unbuttoning his shirt. “Time for you and me to fuck.”“WHAT?!” I cried out incredulously. “No fucking way, dude. I’m not gay or fucking pansexual, or whatever the fuck you are,” I protested. “Oh, come on,” Kevin argued. “We’re both adults. It’s just sex. And the art of fucking can’t be taught with drawings or diagrams. You must physically experience fucking in order to master it.” By now Kevin had stripped down and was standing naked before me. Christ, he had a big cock. I was both scared and intrigued by it.Suddenly, a vision of a drunken frat party flashed before my eyes. It was a memory I had suppressed for years. A frat brother and I snuck upstairs to my room during the party. We made out on my bed. He tasted like sweat and beer. He sucked me some, but then soon my legs were over his shoulders. He dumped his load up my ass, and I fucking loved it. But then he called me a “faggot” when I saw him the next day. We never did it again, though I wanted more.“Chad … Chad?” I snapped back to reality as Kevin called my name. “Are we gonna fuck?” he demanded. “Yeah, man,” I agreed. “Let’s fucking do this.” I began to strip out of my clothes as Kevin led me into his bedroom. “Mmm. You’ve got a tight body,” he purred. “I’m gonna fuckin’ love this.” I wasn’t sure I shared the sentiment, but I had no time to question before Kevin was pushing me face down on the bed with my ass in the air.“Zara fuckin’ loves to have her pussy eaten. It always gets her in the mood,” Kevin reported. I was already embarrassed, as I couldn’t remember the last time I’d gone south on her. “There’s virtually no difference between eating ass versus pussy, so pay attention to what I’m doing to you,” Kevin instructed. Holy fuck, the dude had skills. He started with some light flicking and then slowly began to probe my puckered hole with his tongue, deeper and deeper. It was amazingly intense. I was soon shocked to find that I was begging for Kevin’s cock in my hole. “Be careful what you wish for,” he joked as he slid his muscular arm under me, and raised my ass higher so he could mount me from behind. “I’m first gonna tease you with this cock,” Kevin warned as he stood behind me and slowly started pressing his big cock against my hole. Easing on and off, pushing and then pulling back. It was driving me wild. He began to work just the tip of his cock into my hole, slowly stretching me open with that big, helmet head. Fuck, it felt good. In and out he teased, giving me a little more each time until his entire cock head was now inside me. But I wanted more. I wanted to feel him all the way inside me. I soon got my wish.“FUCK,” I screamed as Kevin plunged his cock with one, quick motion until he was balls deep inside me. He held still as I adjusted to the fullness of his girth. Damn, it felt good. His hands were soon gripping my shoulders. “Yeah, faggot. You like this big cock inside you?” he demanded. But he didn’t wait for my response before he began to pummel my ass. Christ, his cock felt good.“Is this how you fucked my wife?” I asked, trying to catch my breath. “Yeah,” he laughed, mussing up my hair. “She fucking loved when I destroyed her pussy like this.” And I could see why. There was a brutality to the way he was fucking me. I was completely subservient to him and at the mercy of his strength. His powerful grip on my shoulders only affirmed his dominance over me. Perhaps that was where I had failed with Zara? She’s a strong woman, but maybe she wanted to be dominated in bed, I began to wonder. Kevin suddenly slapped my ass.“Get out of your fucking head,” he ordered. “I can tell you’re thinking too much. Sex is about being in the moment. There should be nothing going on in your brain when you’re fucking,” Kevin admonished. “Think with your body.” I followed his orders and gave into him once more. Jesus, he was a fuck horse. His stamina was unreal as he continued to jackhammer my hole unrelentingly. But I perceived a change when his breathing began to quicken.“Aww, FUCK,” Kevin bellowed. “You want my cum, faggot?” He demanded. My legs were numb and I was gripping the bed for dear life as I moaned, “Yeah, fucking give it to me.” His big cock began to swell and felt larger inside me. In response, my ass instinctively opened to take him deeper in anticipation of his load. “SHIT,” Kevin grunted suddenly, and soon I could feel a flood of warmth inside me as his body convulsed. With his balls fully emptied up my ass, we both collapsed on the bed. “Damn, you’re a hot fuck,” I panted, still trying to catch my breath as I rolled over next to him. “I should be the one praising you,” Kevin responded while wiping the sweat from his brow. “You took it like a champ, my boy.” A drop of cum remained at the tip of his still-hard cock. I leaned over and lapped it up with my tongue. His load was delicious. “You feeling more confident about fucking Zara now?” Kevin asked, his breathing slowing. “Yeah,” I admitted. “But I’m thinking I still need a few more training sessions with you.” I looked up at Kevin as a devilish smile spread across his face. “Yes,” he agreed, “I think many more sessions are in order.” And then he pulled me on top of his muscular thighs so he could teach me the proper way to ride a big cock.Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults. -- source link