I fucking hate my ex. What a bitch! I sometimes wonder
why we ever got together, except that I was desperate
for a fuck and she threw herself at me. Fortunately that
resulted in the only good thing in my life, my daughter,
Jessie. I tried to stick with her mother for her sake,
but her mother wasn’t having any of it as she wanted to
be fucking around like the slut she is.

I saw my daughter as much as I could and my ex, Julia,
wanted me to have her as much as possible. As long as
she got the money for her I could have my daughter as
much as I liked. Some women just shouldn’t have kids,
and Julia was one of those women.

I was bringing back my 5 year old daughter, Jessie,
after a weekend with me, when Julia started off that
Jessie needed shoes and a new coat. I told her I had
paid her maintenance, but she said she needed more. She
was always doing stuff like this. I was so sick of it.

“Can we just put Jessie to bed?” I said, as I was still
holding her in my arms, and she was sleeping on my
shoulder.

“Alright. Take her up,” she said reluctantly.

I moved past her and took my little angel upstairs to
her room. I had decorated her room myself only last year
and it was lovely. Winnie The Pooh wallpaper and light
bright yellow with stencils on the other walls. Pooh
Bear trimmings � bedspread, curtains etcetera. I wanted
the best for her, always.

I came downstairs and Julia was in the kitchen making a
couple of coffees, assuming I would stay to talk over
her demands. She handed me a cup and she sat down on the
sofa in the living room. I knew exactly what she was
doing and so did she. She was suckering me into a
“conversation” about the money, which meant she was
going to be nice, then bitchy, then nice, then bitchy,
angry, demanding and screaming, Jessie would wake up and
start crying because “we” were fighting � when I
wouldn’t have been fighting at all. It was so fucking
familiar.

I really wouldn’t care if she was a good mother to our
daughter, but she would waste money on cigarettes and
phones, apps and other shit she didn’t need. Basically,
I knew that whatever I gave wouldn’t be enough. It never
was. It never had been and it never would be.

I was sitting there looking at her ranting on about
money, a cigarette burning idly in the same hand she was
holding her coffee in. She was checking her phone as she
carried on her little tirade about how I was a bad
father and I had never been a good husband. I just
wanted to smash her face in! I’m not a violent guy and I
only ever slapped her once, and that was when she was
going crazy in my face. She calmed the fuck right down
right there, she was so shocked.

But right now as she bitched on about me all I could
think was how I’m seen her masturbating on the floor
right between where she and I were now sitting. I
remembered her squirting a yard down between her legs. I
remembered her naked. I remembered fucking her. And all
the while I was remembering she was bitching. She
glanced up at me from her phone and did a double-take on
my face.

“Oh my fuckin’ God! You’re not even listening, are you?”

I couldn’t say anything, but my eyes never lie. Julia
looked into them and she knew that look.

“You’re fuckin’ horny, aren’t you?” She said, now
looking at me without distraction.

I smiled and shrugged. She looked right at me and
smiled. I knew that smile too.

“Maybe we should…”

“Just once?”

“Why not?” I replied.

She tossed her phone onto the sofa and dropped her
cigarette into her coffee, putting it down. I put my
coffee down. And suddenly we were just undressing as
quick as we could! No messing about! We were naked in
seconds and I was hard as hell!

We were on each other like animals! Lust gripped me as
we locked in an acrid smoke tasting French kiss and
moved back onto the sofa. We were still fighting though.
She wanted this, I wanted that. Every place I put my
hands was wrong. And she was scratching my back and
biting my lip. Damn it! We broke off and I tasted blood
on my lips! She fucking smiled at me, mocking me.

I pushed her back on the sofa and went down between her
smooth unceremoniously splayed legs. Her red fiery
public hair was the only real red on her body, her hair
colour duped out of a cheap color bottle. I knew she
loved this; maybe this could tame her spiteful self.

I delved into her succulent peach and tongue fucked the
bitch! She was holding my head by my hair, pulling it. I
teased her clit with my trademark tongue flicker, but I
knew I couldn’t let her come or she’d just up and get
dressed, leaving me blue balled up. I kissed up her
torso to her swollen tits, even though she was trying to
push me down, and I clamped upon a bullet nipple like a
limpet.

Fuck! She was pissed! She pushed me away onto the floor
and tried to get her cunt up to my face, but we were
like wrestlers on the floor now, and I wanted some head
too. She relented and started to suck on me, so I
reciprocated and reached for her crotch too and we
sixty-nined right there of the floor.

Her dew laden skin folds dangled above my face and I had
to reach up to taste her tangy juice. But I knew I
couldn’t let her come, so I pushed her off me and she
glared at me with hate and lust. She opened her legs for
me to get on her, but I pushed her over again so she was
face down to the floor.

She knew the position and acquiesced to it with poor
grace, her eyes seething. I straddled her peachy round
ass; my rampant cock resting up her ass crack. I leaned
forward, pinning her hands to the floor with mine. Then
I started to kiss gently all over her hypersensitive
back. I knew it tickled her and turned her on. I knew
her erogenous points and worked them with fine breath,
little erotic kisses and the tip of my wet tongue. She
was squirming and gasping, panting and whining.

“Just fucking put it in!” She spat.

I moved back enough to let my cock tip trail wetly down
her ass crack and she wiggled desperately trying to
position her vagina to my annoying throbbing cock. I let
it toy with her, playing about her dripping entrance
like some clumsy adolescent.

“Fucking put it in, already!” She gasped. She was really
getting annoyed now. I let my cock head enter her just a
little and stopped, moving it around in her succulent
vaginal lips. Her head flicked over her shoulder as much
as she could manage and she gave me the look every man
fears if he’s in a relationship; that look that means
you’ll never have sex again if you don’t do what I want
right now. Except, I wasn’t in a relationship, and I
didn’t fucking care!

I laughed at her, and she knew she was helpless. She put
her head down and half growled and half whined into the
floor. But something inside me moved my hips forward and
I plunged all the fucking way inside the bitch! I nearly
came right then!

Julia is a lot smaller than me, a lot younger too, and
somehow (despite giving birth) she had retained a tight
wet hole for me to fuck. It was warm and juicy, and she
was gripping me and releasing me as I rested deep inside
her.

“Come on, damn you, fuck me!” She bit off into the
floor. I started to slide my solid cock in and out of
her and she started whinnying like a trapped mare. Then
I stopped again, this time to get my thighs on the
outside of hers, pushing her thighs together with my
cock clamped even tighter into her.

Half kneeling, half sitting, I started to pump into her
tight insides, the soft firmness of her thighs and butt
amplifying my own satisfaction tenfold. It must have
been doing something for her too, because she was now
resting her face flat to the floor and panting with her
eyes closed.

I knew this wouldn’t take long for either of us. We had
done this a few times before we split up and I knew she
got off quick on it. I suppose I was pressed right up to
her G-spot like this and she was starting to whine a
high pitched hum through her lips as I started going
faster and faster.

“Oh, yeah!” she pleaded.

I went faster, and faster. Her hot wet sex was massaging
my cock like heaven. What was I doing to her? She was
shuffling flat on the floor trying to meet my thrusts as
I went faster and faster still, pumping her pussy like a
piston.

Suddenly I was spraying her soaking sex fruit with my
cum! I gasped and lurched and heard her yell out, “Ohhhh
Yes!” And my cock was strangled by the vice like grip of
her vaginal walls squeezing every drop out of me as they
flushed with their own torrent of hot pungent pussy
juice. We gasped and fell forward, me on top of her.

It was so good.

But a little quirk about me is that I can actually stay
hard for hours. It doesn’t make any difference if I come
or not. If I’m still turned on then I’m still hard. It’s
the one thing she really loved about me. So I twitched
my swollen head inside her.

“Oh no,” she said, resisting the idea of doing it again.
But I twitched again and she gasped. Then I pulled right
out of her. “You bastard!” She said as she turned around
to look at me. I smiled wickedly at her and she looked
at my solid shiny cock as it glistened with our juices.
She crawled to the sofa and grabbed her phone, starting
to look through Facebook, no doubt. But her bare ass was
an invitation I couldn’t resist. Women know what they’re
doing, even if they say they don’t.

I shuffled over behind her on my knees and started
kissing her pert round globes, flushed red with passion.
I could make out her glistening cunt as I felt over her
globes and sat back to take in the sight. I then let my
fingers dance up her ticklish spine, my head down and
kissing selectively as I went, until I felt my pubis
bump delightfully into her cushioned backside. My cock
bumped up along wet and sticky folds of flesh, my
cockhead nudging through her scratchy matted pubic hair.
I reached under her and felt her free formed breasts,
never big, but perfectly formed.

“Mmmmm,” she hummed, still half looking at her phone.

I straightened up and took the slightest aim and guided
myself back inside her. It took a few strokes as my cock
was starting to dry, but once inside I felt it swimming
with mine and her mixing juices. “Sloppy seconds” came
into my head, but it didn’t stop me. I started thrusting
in and out of her, almost all the way out and right back
in to the hilt. I held onto her hips as I worked up a
rhythm. She dropped her phone and gripped the sofa as I
went faster and faster, pumping her for all I was worth.

“Is that all you got?” she half shouted into the sofa. I
went faster, harder. I wanted to fuck the bitch out of
her! But the more I gave the more she mouthed off in
increasingly insulting terms.

“Is this how you fuck your boyfriend, Jeff?” � Jeff was
one of my oldest friends. She never liked him and the
feeling was mutual.

“Or… Do… you… take it… up the… ass?” She
blurted between being pummelled. I was going to come. I
was going so fast now I could barely contain myself. She
was flopping about like a rag doll as I pounded her, the
feeling tightening in my balls and suddenly I pulled out
and aimed my cum right at her asshole. One, two, three,
four jets of wet milky cum jammed up her plug hole.

I barely breathed before pressing the head of my cock
into her cum-lubed asshole. I had a hand on her back
pressing down so her ass was pointing up at me, but
despite me not asking she offered no resistance to
something she had never consented to. My rampant muscle
eased into her in increments, and she was panting and
squealing, maybe with discomfort, maybe with pleasure, I
didn’t care.

When I was all the way in I started a fast rhythm that
pleased me. I had cum twice so I knew this was going to
have to be fast and furious to make me cum again so
soon. I grabbed her hips and started to really fuck that
ass. It was so tight, but my cum was a good lube, and I
was slipping into my ex’s ass like cream. She must have
been enjoying it because she was panting and cursing
with passion the harder and faster I went. I felt that
tightening in my balls and I knew I had to go faster.

I was pummelling her ass now and I really didn’t care
how she felt about it. Then suddenly I felt it coming
and I was shooting my last lot of hot liquid cum deep
inside Julia’s beautifully rounded ass. I held myself as
deep as I could go to get my cum all the way up inside
her and I enjoyed every pulsing spurt and recurrent
twitch I felt. I held there loving the irony of the
situation, hating myself for giving her sex, and loving
myself for fucking her in the ass.

I slowly pulled out and collapsed on the floor, my cock
still pointing at the ceiling, but its job done as my
balls told me. Julia was still half over the sofa on her
front. I could see her asshole glossy with my cum and I
felt satisfied. It was the first time I had ever felt
satisfied with Julia after sex.

She didn’t look at me as she got up and went to the
bathroom. She always pees after sex. Once I had gotten
my breath back I got up and walked into the bathroom.
She was sitting on the toilet as I went to the sink and
washed my cock. She didn’t say anything, but I was still
hard. I went back into the living room and dressed
again. When she came out of the bathroom I was drinking
my coffee, I was very thirsty. She had a robe on, one I
didn’t recognize. She sat and sipped her coffee.

“You okay?” I asked, half expecting her to launch into a
rant over the anal.

“Yeah,” she said quietly. Her face was flushed with
after-sex glow, and that flush spread down between her
breasts. “You didn’t even ask,” she said.

“Didn’t I?” I said, knowing full well.

“No,” she said.

“Didn’t you like it?” I asked, not used to this subdued
version of Julia.

She shifted coyly in her seat, then smiled, embarrassed.
“Yes,” she admitted, then blushed, “a lot.”

“Good,” I said, and stood up.

“Are you going?” she asked.

“Yes. Don’t want to outstay my welcome, or confuse
Jessie.”

“No,” she conceded.

“Maybe we can do this again sometime,” I said at the
front door.

She smiled. “Yes, that’d be nice.”

And I left.

The funny thing is, I left money under my coffee cup. I
don’t know why, because I had no intentions of doing so.
But there you go. I think I got through to her. But
we’ll see.