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Subject: {ASSM} Breakup (MF, viol)
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This work of fiction is for the entertainment of adults in locations
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Copyright 2000 by Jack of all Trades
Breakup
Cindy moaned softly as my cock slid in and out of her lazily. Her
long fingernails scratched at my back lightly. I dipped my head and
captured a nipple in my teeth. Her head arched back while her nails
dug deeply into my skin. "God I'm going to miss this," I thought.
I was doing the right thing or at least I had convinced myself that I
was. We were too young and at seventeen I wasn't ready to commit to
anyone. I had to leave for college this week and I didn't want to
leave Cindy hanging. Especially when I knew it was over. I know, I'm
a jerk. Fucking a woman while I knew I was going to break up with
her. You see it wasn't really my idea, to fuck her I mean. That was
hers. I had come over to her parents' house to watch TV and cuddle on
the couch. I figured her parents would be home and nothing much would
happen. I was surprised when they greeted me at the door, coats in
hand, and told me that they were going out. Apparently Cindy had
convinced them to give us some time alone.
Still, I could have told her then but I didn't.
Cindy took my hand. "Let's go to the basement," she said with a
wicked smile on her face.
I knew what that meant. The basement was where we went when we didn't
want to be under her parents watching eyes. It was finished off and
contained a bar and TV room. We had made love in the basement with
hushed whispers and quiet moans, being careful not to make noises that
would have caused her parents to check on us.
Cindy dragged me to the basement door. She led me down the steps and
over to the couch that sat in front of the fireplace. She had already
started a fire and the room was warm. I sat down on the couch and
Cindy sat down beside me, her hip pressed tightly against mine. She
wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled, mashing our lips together.
Her tongue invaded my mouth wriggling frantically. "I'll tell her
when she comes up for air," I thought. Cindy planted her hand on my
crotch, massaging my cock through my jeans.
I'm convinced that God or Mother Nature, probably Mother Nature,
laughed her ass off when it came to creating the hormones that ensured
procreation of the species. I can see her in her lab, holding a
beaker of fluid. "This will give them unimaginable pleasures and make
them dumber than a fence post until it wears off," she would be
cackling. Cindy's hand had triggered those hormones.
Cindy broke the kiss and sat back slightly. She pulled her shirt over
her head and reached behind her back to unfasten her bra. I knew I
wanted to tell her something but for the life of me I couldn't
remember what it was. She dropped her bra, exposing the creamy globes
of her breasts. Her nipples were already crinkled and hard. My mouth
watered, wanting to suck them.
She leaned back into me, pressing me tightly into the back of the
couch. Her fingers deftly worked the buttons of my shirt, exposing my
chest. When she had finished she pulled my shirt open and pressed her
soft breasts against my chest. Her hand then went to my jeans,
unfastening them and then yanking the zipper down. Her soft fingers
slid under the waistband of my underwear and grasped my already hard
cock. She tugged on it as she kissed me violently, her tongue raping
my mouth.
I fumbled with the snap on her jeans, eventually opening it and
sliding her zipper down. Cindy wiggled her hips, helping me to slide
her jeans and panties over them. Cindy broke our kiss and stood up,
her jeans and panties glided down her long shapely legs. She stepped
out of them.
I pulled her into my lap. She wrapped her arms around my neck and
kissed me hard while me fingers played at the lips of her cunt. She
was sopping wet. I pushed her back onto the couch and dove between
her legs. My tongue cleaned the juices from her swollen lips then
slid inside searching out her clit. I found it and attacked it.
Flicking it ferociously while she gasped and moaned out her orgasm. I
abandoned her clit and slid my tongue inside her, sucking her fluids
into my greedy mouth. I could feel her coming down and slid my tongue
back up her slit to her clit. I lapped around it, her hips bucking
each time I licked. I dragged my tongue slowly over it, her hips
arched and she pulled my face to her tightly as she let out a low
throaty groan. I slid two fingers inside her, slowly pumping them in
and out. Her hips matched the rhythm of my fingers. Her head
thrashed from side to side. I slid my little finger down her crack
and toyed with her anus. Her hips bucked violently up against my
face, arched completely off the couch. I sucked hard at her clit and
whipped it from side to side with the tip of my tongue. She screamed
as her orgasm crashed through her.
I slid out from between her legs, kneeling on the rug. I held her as
she trembled and caught her breath. Cindy kissed my cheek. "That was
fantastic!" she laughed. She pushed me off her and sat up. Sliding
off the couch, she pushed me to my back on the floor. Her legs
straddled my hips and she reached back with her hand to grip my cock
and guide it to the lips of her pussy. She sat back slowly burying my
cock inside her. Cindy ground herself against me and laughed
delightedly. "God, every time I move I start having little orgasms,"
she purred. I pulled her down tightly to my chest and rolled us over
so that she was on her back. I slid slowly in and out of her savoring
the hot, silky sensation. I bent down and captured her nipple between
my teeth. Cindy's head arched back and her nails dug into my back.
"God I'm going to miss this," I thought.
"Promise me you'll never leave me," Cindy said softly.
My life flashed before my eyes. Or at least the one I could imagine
if I didn't leave her and go to college. I could see us together in a
small house. Kids all around. I would hate my job and eventually
come to hate her as well. I couldn't do that to myself and I couldn't
lie to her. I didn't need to. My pause in mid-stroke was the only
answer she needed.
Her eyes flew open and glared at me. "Bastard!" she screamed. Her
hands shoved violently up against my chest, her hips bucked me off
her. I was surprised at her strength as I fell back against the
corner of the end table and it gouged deeply into my back. "Jesus
Christ!" I moaned in pain.
"You mother-fucking bastard!" Cindy spat out. Her hand shot out and
slapped my face. "How could you?" she sobbed, tears streaming down
her face.
"Cindy."
"Don't you Cindy me, you cock-sucking sonofabitch!" She danced away
from me, grabbed a log from beside the fireplace and hurled it at my
head.
I ducked as the log crashed against the wall behind me. "Jesus Christ
Cindy knock it off!"
"I'm trying to!" she screamed. She hurled another log at me but
missed. "How could you? How could you lay there making love to me
while you knew you were going to break up with me?" She grabbed a
lead glass coaster off the other end table and threw it at me. It
whizzed past my head and shattered against the wall.
She rushed me. Her arms flailed wildly as I fended them off with my
forearms. Unfortunately I forgot about her knee. She slammed it
viciously into my balls. I groaned and doubled over in pain. She
slapped me again. "Good, I hope you fucking piss blood for a year!"
She ran to the bar. I saw her pick up a bottle out of the corner of
my eye and curled into a ball. I heard a loud pop then glass and
liquid rained down on me. The acrid stench of whiskey permeated the
room.
"I'm sorry!" I screamed, struggling to get to my feet. Little darts
of pain shot through me as the glass bit at my skin.
"You're sorry! You're sorry! That's the best you can do you
puss-ladened canker sore." She dropped to her knees hugging herself
tightly. "I loved you!" she sobbed. "Oh God, I just want to die,"
she moaned. Cindy jumped up and dashed past me. She grabbed a shard
of the coaster and slashed at her wrist. When I saw what she was
doing I grabbed her from behind; my hand locked around her wrist and
squeezed tightly forcing her to drop the piece of glass. "Let go of
me!" she screamed while her arms and legs flailed wildly. I had
learned my lesson and protected my groin at all costs. I walked
backward while I held her. I could feel glass crunching and biting
under my feet. I felt the couch hit the back of my legs and I sat
holding her tightly. Eventually I managed to capture her hands and
wrapped them against her body with my arms. I could feel her hot
tears falling onto my arms.
"I hate you," she hissed.
"I know."
"What did I do wrong?"
How could I say it? How could I tell her that all she was to me was
sex and a gorgeous body? That we had nothing else in common.
"Nothing," I answered.
"Then why?"
"It's not you, it's me. I need to do this. I'm not ready for a
commitment. I need to go to college and grow."
"I can wait, I can give you room until you are ready," she pleaded.
"God, how cruel that would be," I thought. "No Cindy it needs to end
now."
"Don't you have any feelings for me at all. How can you sit there
ripping my heart to shreds?" She started sobbing uncontrollably
again. I held her while she cried. Eventually she got herself under
control.
"Leave!" she said with ice in her voice.
I let her go, then got up and retrieved my pants and underwear. I
shook them to make sure there wasn't any glass inside. I pulled my
underwear and pants on and grabbed my shirt, shaking it as well. I
pulled my shirt on and sat back on the couch. I pulled my foot up
onto my knee, checking it for glass, then did the same for the other
foot. I slid my sneakers onto my feet. "Will you be OK?" I asked.
"Leave!" she said louder.
I got up off the couch and walked up the stairs. I walked over to the
front door. I looked back at her. She stood their nude, her eyes red
from crying. Little splotches of red marking her body where one or
the other of us had bled. "I'm sorry," I said.
"Will you stop saying that!" she screamed. "Just get the fuck out!
Now!"
I opened the door and stepped out into the cool night air. I pulled
the door shut behind me. "I'm sorry," I whispered.
--
Jack of all Trades
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