Chapter 1

Breaking up is never easy, but sometimes it’s inevitable and absolutely necessary. I wasn’t happy when Brit and I broke up, but I thought both of us were relieved that our relationship had finally come to an end. We were still young and could move on to find what we were looking for. In her case she probably needed a mature guy to start a family with. Someone to marry, have a kid with probably divorce a couple of years later.

Me? I was extremely young and very inexperienced with wild fantasies of hot, dirty, sweaty sex. I wasn’t looking for a woman to boss me around. I just wanted to make my sexual fantasies come true before I got too old or too attached to someone.

Sex with Brit was really nice when we first met, but pretty early on she confessed that she really wasn’t into trying new stuff or unusual stuff. On the other hand I was, and still am a bit of a freak and always open to widening my already widely open horizons.

The first time Brit and I had sex, it was a few days after my eighteenth birthday. A month later I moved in with her. She was my very first sexual partner, and I fell in love with her. A couple of months later I became convinced that she would never give me a blow job or a hand job, and she would definitely never give me a rim job, finger my butthole or peg me with a strap-on dildo.

Yes, even at the tender age of eighteen I was into trying that kind of stuff. I will explain a bit more soon. Anyway, maybe having regular sex once or twice a week should have been enough for me, but I started to have second thoughts about our romantic and sexual compatibility when she started to complain that I took too long to climax when I was inside her for more than two minutes.

She would frequently ask, “Are you done yet?”

Huh? Really? Is it me? Am I doing it wrong? Too much? Too little? Too me? Those four words make up one demoralizing sentence; a sentence that shatters your confidence and makes you feel incompetent, helpless and impotent.

“Are you done yet?”

Brit was ten years older than me and she was already married and divorced once before.

Her mentally abusive ex-husband used to take her for granted and cheated on her with one of her best friends. When I look back, I realize that I was just a rebound guy. She was way too damaged, and a bit too young for my taste. Here comes the truth: I like having sex with older women, and older men. I can’t help liking what I like.

My sexual attraction, and obsession with MILFs and FILFs probably has something to do with my parents never showing me any love and attention. Even as a kid I had crushes on my male and female teachers in school, which is by the way how I met Brit.

She was my English teacher in my last year of high school. I totally admit that I am screwed up, but Brit was screwed up in a bitter, vengeful way. She definitely should have been with someone older and more experienced who would reciprocate her feelings of anger and bitterness. Preferably a mean, uncaring premature ejaculator. Now I’m being mean. Brit was a good woman, but not so good to or for me.

Why was I even with her? Obviously; because she was crazy, and she was hot. She was crazy hot! Crazy hot drama is the best kind of drama. You know what I mean? I know some of you definitely know what I’m talking about.

Close your eyes and picture the hottest Nordic blonde you can imagine. Did you do it? That’s not Brit. Brit is that girl’s much prettier sister.

The night we broke up, I was fingering her pussy and rubbing her clit as I held her tightly and whispered an impromptu erotic story into her ear. I did that for her once in a while right before bedtime and she obviously loved it, because she usually creamed all over my fingers, a lot. In most of my stories I would bring in a black dude with a huge dick, and a hot blonde with nice tits to fuck her in a threesome.

Sometimes there were two or more muscled hunks and hot girls doing her in a sweaty orgy. Funny thing is that even in my own self created fantasies, she would only allow me to sit back and watch her get fucked raw by her imaginary partners. She was so selfish that she wouldn’t even allow me to have sex with the characters in the story that I was making up and whispering in her ear while I masturbated her generously.

“You’re such a good storyteller,” she’d sometimes confess breathlessly. “I can really feel that big black dick pummeling my pussy. Please make him fuck me harder. Faster. God, please baby!”

On the evening we broke up I was holding her and telling her one of those hot orgy stories, making her the center of attention of a few muscular and sweat-drenched big-dicked black men who had come to worship her golden slit.

“Look, that big, black cock is pumping your pussy really hard,” I whispered to her of the imaginary godlike creature who I had conjured out of my own filthy fantasy, now there only to serve her with eternal passion.

With my left arm wrapped around her shoulder, and my left hand tweaking and pinching her left nipple, I pulled her hot body into mine as tightly as possible. With two fingers of my right hand I jabbed her pussy hard and fast while I rubbed her clit with my thumb.

“The other guy is pumping his slick black dick right there, almost touching your hot lips with it. Can you smell it ... feel the heat from his big fat dick?”

“Oh!” Brit said paying and squirming within my tight embrace. “Yes!”

“Look into his flaring piss-hole!”

“God! That big black cock is gonna pop soon. All over me!”

“Mmm ... yes!”

“Oh!” Brit whimpered, writhing hotly. “I love that other big, fat cock too. He’s fucking me so good with his fat black dick. Make him fuck me harder.”

“Watch out, his friend is about to slap your face with his cock!” I continued as I picked up a huge black rubber dildo from a bedside table and lightly slapped her cheek with it a few times before sliding it into her creaming pussy, then I licked her earlobe and whispered, “Now those pretty girls are sucking on your tits and spanking the dude’s butt, making him fuck you even harder.”

“Is one of them Ellie?”

Odd question. This was the first time she was bringing a real person into one of our storytime sessions. Ellie was Brit’s best friend. Did she have a thing for her best friend? Probably. The immensely desirable and exotic Ellie was definitely worthy of participating in all of our imaginary fuck fests.

“Yes,” I replied. “Look at her beautiful lips sucking on your nipple. Do you like it?”

“Oh fuck yes,” she purred as she thrusted her crotch upward, taking the dildo deeper within her sloshing cunt ... and then she came.

After she recovered from her intense orgasm, she confessed to me that she wouldn’t mind having a real black dude and a girl fucking her brains out in front of me.

Hmm. Really?

When I told her that it would really turn me on to watch her have sex with a black guy, she got all excited. But when I continued to say that I also really would love to play with that dude’s black dick, and even let him fuck me in the butt right in front of her, she blew a fuse.

“Are you serious?”

“Yes!”

“You like dicks?”

“Yep!”

“Not funny!”

“I’m serious.”

Her beautiful hands started to move back and forth and up and down as she got more and more agitated and called me names. She then hit me in my face with the black rubber dildo and told me that we were over and done.