Post Breaup Sex Binge

When we left off, Dick and Delilah had just broken up. It's now a little over a month later and young Dick is still heartbroken about the whole thing. But with a little help from some close friends, Dick is about to bounce back. And he learns some things about himself in the process.

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My post-breakup sex binge began on the 4th of July. My friend Jason threw the biggest party of the summer and I had no choice but to attend. I came early to help Jason set up. Jason's older brother Jeff showed up with the kegs as Jason was giving me a pep talk.

"I don't even know why you're still trippin about that bitch bro," said Jason. "There's gonna be all kinda bitches at this party tonight!"

"What if she shows up?" I said pathetically.

"Dude, you're sound like a little bitch right now!" Said Jason, supportively. "First off, if she shows up, we fuckin dog her till she leaves. Second, she's not gonna show up. Third, if she does show up, you're not gonna notice because your head will be up some other chick's pussy!"

Jeff walks in holding a keg, "Dick's crying about a bitch?"

Jason replies by impersonating a little girl crying, "Wah, my slut girlfriend left me for every other guy on the planet, wah I'm so heartbroken!"

"Shut the fuck up Jason!" I shouted.

Jeff chimes in with his 22-year-old wisdom, "Why don't you just fuck a couple fat chicks bro? That'll get you back into running shape!"

I looked at him puzzled. This is exactly why most of us had no future. Because we come from generations and generations of Jeffs and Jasons.

"He's not gonna have to," retorted Jason. "Jessica wants the dick and so does Vanessa. All you gotta do is not be a bitch and act like you're scared to talk to them. And try not to mention Delilah for a whole night. I'll give you a dollar if you can do that."

"Fuck you," I replied.

"Delilah, the Mexican chick?" Inquired Jeff.

"Yeah"

"Oh dude, you fucked her?" Jeff said to me. "She's fuckin' hot bro, I'd be bummed too."

"Thanks Jeff," I said, highly bemused.

Once the party got going, and all these fine ass females started filing in, it didn't take long to completely forget about Delilah. I don't know how we physically fit so many people in Jason and Jeff's parents house, garage, front yard and backyard but there had to be at least 100 people there. And by the time we were two hours in, it looked like half the attendees were women between the ages of 18 and 25. And it was July, so most of them weren't wearing much. My eyes feasted on a buffet of cleavage, midriffs, love handles, ass cracks, butt-cheeks and thighs. Delilah who?

"Like that dude said in that movie bro," said Jason with his arm around my shoulder after his 5th keg stand. "Fuckin...there's so much fuckin pussy in this fucker, if you don't get fuckin lait (that's right, he said "lait"!), you're gonna die a virgin."

"Dude, I'm not a virgin!" I said.

Jason took my beer from me, drank it, gave me the empty cup back and said, "Shutup faggot."

Aren't friends the best?

Throughout the night, I was finding it much easier to talk to women than usual. And I was getting a lot of phone numbers! It had never been so easy to talk to women before. What changed? Well, unbeknownst to me, even though Delilah dissed me, she told a couple friends about my enormous penis and they told other friends and so-on. I had no idea about any of this though, I just thought I was superman all of a sudden. It was a well-needed boost of ego for me.

So, I got to talking to this chick, Jessica who Jason said was into me. I knew Jessica from having a class with her but we didn't really know each other. She was a year ahead of me in school and was extremely attractive. She was wearing tight white jeans and a white halter top that exposed her fleshy, brown midriff and accentuated her bouncy, brown love handles and D cups. She had her dark brown hair in a bun and wore big, gold hoop earrings, which were two things that reminded me of Delilah. But rather than getting nostalgic, this motivated me to move forward with Jessica.

Eventually, we started making out. And when that happened, my dick got hard. When that happened, Jessica smiled and pulled me in closer to her so she could feel it rub against her pussy.

"Fuck," she said as she felt the bulge in my pants with her hand. "Your dick's hella big!" She kept stroking it up and down with her finger. "Oh my God!" She said in disbelief.

"Should we take this conversation to the bathroom?" I said with a smirk. She just looked up at me and smiled and off we went to the bathroom. Once we got in there, I immediately dropped my pants and she immediately squatted to the floor and sucked my dick, quite urgently I might add. On each downstroke, a little more of my dick entered her throat than the previous one and she gobbled it down loudly and violently. She could probably be heard from outside the bathroom if not for the loud music.

She reached back to untie the straps of her halter top around her neck and back to unleash her big bouncy brown breasts. Now I was turned on for real. She slid her hand into the back of her jeans. I figured she was probably rubbing her pussy from the back, but it turned me on more to think she was fingering her asshole. The sounds of her choking down my big black cock drowned out the sounds of the party and the sight of her diligently sucking me and fingering herself with her saliva covered tits and love handles bouncing about would have been enough to make me cum.

But she stopped. She stood up and lowered her pants as she turned her thick, perky, round, brown ass towards me. She grabbed her cheeks and spread them apart as she bent over the sink. Her hole was not that of an anal virgin.

"Stick that big dick up my fuckin' ass!" She proclaimed. I couldn't believe it. I felt like I had walked into a bank and had a teller hand me a bag of money.

"REALLY???" I said.

"Fuck yeah baby," she said, spanking her cheeks and then spreading them again. "Shove it up my ass, I can take it!"

The smell of her ass made me insane. It had been trapped in those tight jeans all night as she had been walking around the party. Now that that fat ass of hers had been freed from its cage, with her cheeks spread apart to present her open anus, it seemed to emit a mist that intoxicated me. In fact, I've been a little tweaked since this happened. I couldn't help myself. I had to taste it. I had to see if it tasted like it smelled. I darted my tongue deep inside her asshole and she let out a loud yelp of pleasant surprise. I wiggled my tongue deeper and deeper until it was all the way inside her ass and began sliding my tongue in and out of the hole like it was a cock with my big hands full of her ass cheeks, holding it open for me to eat and suck and sniff.

Eventually, I pulled my tongue out and jammed my cock inside of her asshole. Well, some of it anyway. I went slow, trying to ease my way inside her but even when I worked up to a comfortable speed, it only fit up to about 4 inches. Still pretty good though, considering the thickness of my penis. I grabbed onto her juicy sides as I worked myself into her. She grinded her teeth and growled as she backed her fat ass into my cock, trying but unable to take the whole thing. She flipped her hair as she looked back at me, biting her lip. I think she and I were both living up a porn-inspired sex-fantasy. Before long, I shot a wad of cum up her ass.

"Fuck yeah!" She shouted as she felt her colon fill up with warmth. I kept the tip of my dick inside her while I jerked the rest of the cum out of me into her asshole. "Fuck yeah baby, get it all!" She said with a smile.

I pulled my cock out and watched my cum dribble out of her hole. The brown buns with the white liquid made it look like a cinnamon bun. My mouth watered. I thought about sucking my cum out of her ass, but at 19 I was still concerned with people's opinions so I didn't need her running out and telling everyone I was a ass-cum-sucking faggot. I had done it with Delilah before but it was more for her than for me (at least it was at the time). Jessica, however, seemed to have no such concerns. She reached back, farted the cum into her hand, turned around and slurped it up, topping it off by licking her hand clean, all while looking me right in the face.

"Ok, well I'm gonna need your number and we're gonna have to fuck again." I said. This was before cellphones or social media, so she told me to get her number from Jason. I kissed her on the cheek, gave her a hug, pulled up my pants and fucked off. Jessica stayed behind to get herself straightened up. I saw her walking around later. I'm not sure if she realized there was a very obvious wet spot on her pants right at the bottom of her ass. It turned me on. I found myself in deep thought.

"Fuck, I want to suck the cum out of her asshole so bad! If she was just walking by me with cum dripping out of her ass and I hadn't just fucked her, I would still want to shove my tongue and my dick up her ass even though someone else just came inside it. Isn't that gross? Doesn't that make me gay? I can't be gay, Jessica's a chick, I'm into chicks. So am I bisexual now?..."

I looked around at all the guys and girls at the party. Looking at the guys and trying to picture them in any sort of sexual scenario disgusted me. Meanwhile, I wanted to fuck every single woman there. Even the ugly ones, even the fat ones, the tom-boys, the lesbians and especially the "average-looking" ones. I looked at the pictures of Jason and Jeff's mom on the wall - I wanted to fuck her too. I looked at the girls who were rumored to be sluts when we were all in school together and thought about how you were supposed to avoid them according to the local social politics and I thought...why??? Me and most of my friends were always horny, trying everything possible to convince ladies to have sex with us and avoiding these other chicks who might not have needed as much convincing because...we were supposed to?

And then another thought occurred: they're horny, just like we are. They just want to get laid. Furthermore, they're down to fuck without tying us down in some shitty, boring, unnecessarily complicated relationship. Why wouldn't we love that about them??? Still, I wasn't really into the idea of getting these other guy's germs on me...but I guess that's a little unavoidable. Unless you want to fuck virgins for the rest of your life. Some guys might be into that, but I had just realized I wasn't. From that moment forward, fucking slutty, sleazy, easy women would be my mission because I wasn't trying to fuck around, I was trying to FUCK!

"If they had been good enough to make 1,000 guys cum, the pussy must be good enough for me to be number 1,001" became my new motto.

So I finished my beer, stood up and proceeded to pursue the sluttiest girls at the party. Not only did I want to fuck them, but a small part of me almost wanted to form a coalition with them, perhaps even a CULT! Before another half hour passed, I was headed back to the bathroom with some red haired tramp!

When we got to the bathroom, she dropped straight to her knees and started undoing my pants. As soon as she took my cock out, the smell hit her. Oops...I didn't think about that. First she smelled it...then she looked at me...then she gave my dick a good hard sniff from the tip to the balls and back to the tip while glaring at me.

"...Jessica?" She asked.

"...What?..." I said back, confused.

"Did you fuck Jessica in the ass tonight?"

"...Yeah..."

"Mmmmmm," she gave it another sniff, this time closing her eyes. "That's so fucking hot." She gave it a lick. "I love the way Jessica's ass tastes. I swear she farts enchanted fairy dust!" She buried my cock in her throat and fucked me with it, bobbing hard and fast.

"Have you tasted Jessica's ass before?"

"Mmhmm!" She replied happily while sucking my dick.

"Oh!" I replied.

Clearly the fact that my cock had just been up some other chick's ass was more of a selling point for her than a deterrent. Works for me! Unlike Jessica, this young lady whose name I didn't quite get, just used the tight, white t-shirt she was wearing as a bib for all the saliva spilling out of her mouth. She didn't give a fuck who knew she was sucking cock in the bathroom. I was probably only one of many she had sucked off and swallowed that night and that was fine with me. The important part was, she made me cum. And she swallowed most of it (that which did not end up on her shirt).

Meanwhile, Delilah was elsewhere, also getting her fuck on with two guys between cars somewhere. She had a cock in her ass and an ass in her face. Don't worry about her, she'll be fine. Let's get back to me.

Before the summer was over, I'd run through several different women. I definitely ass-fucked Jessica a few more times. And Brittney. And Christina. And so forth. All the town's hussies and all the town's whores wanted the dick and then wanted some more. I learned a lot about women, sex and relationships over the next three months. And I learned where I stood on a lot of things. If nothing else, I knew that if I was going to get another girlfriend, she had to be a freak like me - down for weird, gross sex. Until then, I was everybody's dick!

In late October, I met a girl at a Halloween party in my hometown. I was dressed as Dead Dolemite and she was dressed in hooker lingerie and zombie makeup. The first thing to catch my eye was a thick, perfectly shaped, black thigh wrapped in a lacy red stocking that only went 3/4 up. There was about 6 inches of space between where her miniskirt ended and her stockings started. And then, 4 inches or so down from there, is where her red plastic boots started. The room was too dark, I had to back up to get a better look. And when I took in the sight, I could barely believe my eyes.

The miniskirt only covered enough ass and pussy that I could clearly tell she was not wearing underwear. Fuck yeah! A lacy, red tank top clung onto her long, thick torso (which it covered less than half of) and breasts (which it covered less than half of). And finally, beneath a coat of ghoulish, gory face paint, fake blood and a fake train spike through the head, I could see big, brown eyes, booming cheekbones, thick lips and a fearless, seductive smile. She had long, curly hair, most of which was black, but with certain parts dyed red to match her costume. Her slightly chubby black arms were mostly covered by red, plastic gloves.

Ok, who the fuck was this and where the fuck did she come from? I had never seen her before and now I had to have her.

"What are you supposed to be?" I asked.

She hunched her shoulders with a confident smirk and said, "A dead slut". The look she was giving me shouted, "I know you want me," but at the same time, I could tell she was taken aback by the dead pimp standing before her.

The mere fact that she chose this as her costume must have meant that we had something deep in common. Not only were we both standing there dressed as a dead pimp and a dead prostitute but she looked literally perfect. Everything from her natural physical beauty to what she chose to wear to her hair to her skin tone was perfect. She was drop-dead gorgeous. I was sprung.

We started talking and it turned out we had a lot in common. Aside from horror movies, obnoxious music and talking shit about everyone in existence, we shared a love for porn and we shared a lot of weird sex stories with one another that night. The fact that she was so uninhibited about talking about sex was a major turn-on for me. And I didn't care how many guys she had been with. Now that I had fucked half my graduating class, I could talk to a sexually experienced woman as a peer rather than as a jealous, clueless little boy.

Her name was Tina. Right off the bat, Tina was one of the most exotic looking young women I had ever seen in my hometown, which, although it was a melting pot of many cultures, was mainly white.

She had a dark sense of humor, a bizarre imagination, a foul mouth and a dirty mind, just like me. Unlike me, however, she was making the kind of life decisions that set a young person on the path to a successful life, whereas I was selling weed and helping people move. Somehow, my alarming lack of direction in life didn't deter her from me. The fact that I worked at all and aspired to one day leave my parents house and my hometown may have set me apart from the other guys where we lived. That, along with the fact that I was kind, funny, caring, respectful and, most importantly, possessed a 10-inch penis which had recently become the subject of local folklore, probably increased her interest enough to forgive my poor decision making and obvious loser traits.

We had sex that night at the party and then I got her number. We met up for ice cream two days later, took her back to my place and had sex again. We met up and fucked almost everyday for two weeks, at which point, I was finished with other women and only wanted Tina.

By the time the holidays rolled around, Tina and I were an official romantic item, attempting to have the mythical perfect monogamous romantic relationship. Meeting her parents was crazy. Her mom was a short Cuban woman. Tina looked almost identical to her mother, except her mother had olive skin, brown hair and blue eyes. Tina got her complexion from her father, a tall, handsome, fit, Egyptian dude. I was 19, Tina was 20 and her parents were both in their early 50's. They were an abnormally good-looking and genuinely happy couple that radiated sexual energy. In fact, the whole vibe was such that, they had just finished having sex and after the conversation was over, they would probably be going back for more.

When she met my family, it went pretty much how I had predicted. My mom and sisters were all ready to like her just because she wasn't Delilah. They were all a little guarded at first but she won my mom over as soon as she said, "My main goal in life is to help people. I have aspirations to be a social worker in some capacity or another."

My mom said, "You had me at 'aspirations'."

It was the beginning of a beautiful relationship. And it would be about a year before I would see or hear from Delilah.