Parable of The Loser

CHAPTER 1-IN MEMORIAM

“Don’t look at me.”

“Wha…” he gasped, panting with beads of sweat dripping down his face. This was the second time he’d tried to kiss her and for a second time she turned her head away as if repulsed, yet he knew she wasn’t. It was something else; something more beautiful, something more enticing, something deeper and more emotional, indeed something more painful and heartbreaking.

“Don’t look at me,” she repeated, her eyes now closed, her lips parted as she exhaled repeatedly. Her words were soft and pierced his soul like a knife through butter, but he knew the words were not said with intent to hurt. They still did though.

Ben paused to catch his breath and also so he could get a full grasp of what was happening. The light in the room was dull, but not too dull that he could not appreciate the glistening sweat that was spread uniformly across her beautiful naked body. Her full breasts with dark chocolate areolae and thick bulging nipples taunted him with their perkiness, as if daring him to squeeze and suck them if he could. Looking down, he could see the half of his dick that wasn’t buried in her warm and extremely wet pussy gleaming at him in the light, probably due to the strawberry-coloured condom he was wearing. Still in a state of ecstasy and sex-filled stupefaction, he wondered to himself if he had done anything wrong.Still with his dick tightly trapped in the warm embrace of her trembling vagina, she turned around slowly. “I didn’t come here to make love to you Ben, stop making love to me. I came here to fuck you. Stop kissing me, don’t caress me. Stop all that nonsense, I don’t need all that bullshit now. Just fuck me Ben.”

Ben swallowed a huge gulp of saliva as his perspiration exacerbated.“But…but…Cindy…I just…”

“Oh for heaven’s sake, would you just fuck me already!” She completed her exquisite turn so that she was now with her back to him though he was still buried inside her. Her flexibility in truth, had always been a thing of marvel to him.

Something snapped inside his brain. In a split second he felt his whole body being swept over by a huge wave of emotions that he couldn’t explain; anger, hurt, rage, desire, love, lust, fury all merged into one. It was like a cataclysm exploded inside him. He grabbed a handful of her hair very suddenly and savagely, making her catch her breath at the unexpected action.

“You want me to fuck you, huhn?” He snarled at her as he pulled her hair back and she gasped again. She opened her mouth to say something but Ben didn’t stop to listen. He pulled her up so she was on all fours with her gorgeous ass pressed against his waist. In one quick movement, he pulled nearly all his dick out sans the head, and with her hair and head pulled back in one hand and her waist gripped firmly in the other, he thrust his cock hard and deep inside her like a pile driver. He was oblivious to the cry she gave as his long probing rod knocked hard on the door of her cervix. He repeated the motion again and again, fucking her like he hated her. Her ass was slapping hard against his waist with each thrust, and he made sure that she felt the full impact with each stroke he made.

“Ben! Oh fuck, Ben!” She screamed so loud, almost at the point of tears.Harder and harder he fucked her. When her screams were becoming too loud, he pushed her face down on the pillow to muffle her moans.

“Fuck you Cindy! Fuck you!” He slapped her jiggly ass so hard he left a red imprint of his hand on her fair flesh. He hated her. He loved her. He wanted her. He despised her. 

Everything welled up inside him as gripped her beautiful ass in his hands and watched his throbbing dick invade her pussy like a kamikaze attack. He spread her ass cheeks open wide so he could see her gaping asshole in the dim light. It was a last minute stroke of sheer willpower that stopped him from doing what he initially wanted to do next.

Angrily, he increased the pace and depth of his thrusts. He wanted her to feel him, to feel every inch of him, every stroke, every thrust, every pound of dick meat he was pushing inside her. She had screamed so much and so hard that her vocal cords were strained.He could feel his orgasm getting closer and closer and for some reason this seemed to anger him more. In one last frantic effort, he put the full weight of his body on her back and held her face close to his. He wanted to look into her eyes but her eyes were shut tight, her facial expression a mixture of pleasure and pain. He pretended not to see the tears streaming down her cheek as he reached his climax with a huge shudder and shake. He groaned long and hard and collapsed heavily by her side having pulled his dick out of her pussy. His thick cum had filled up the condom to near bursting.

He couldn’t look at her. He could hear her sobbing quietly with her back turned to him. He wanted so badly to reach out to her but his back felt glued to the bed. He closed his eyes. Time stood still. He felt angry at himself, ashamed. He was devastated and didn’t know what to do.

“Benny.”He didn’t even know when she had turned to face him. They stared into each others eyes for what felt like an eternity. Then she put her arm around him and he clutched her tightly against him like he never wanted to let her go…* * * *After she had gone, he kept staring at the door wishing she would come back but knowing she would never do so. He held her wedding invitation in his hand but even now he couldn’t bring himself to look at it.Before she had left, she asked him if he would come.“What happened to us?” He had asked her, too sad to look her in the eyes. After a long silence, she had replied, “I think we stopped listening to each other, Ben. We stopped listening to each other."In a fit of frustration, he squeezed the invite hard and flung it across the room....