I met Ken when our grocery carts crashed together.

I thought I had met my second mister right.

The only thing my ex did well was fuck, but he did that very well. His equipment was not huge, but he really knew how to use it, and he lasted a long time. He would eat me to my first orgasm and then fuck me to at least two more. He never left me hanging. I was happy to finish his softening cock in my mouth. The first month we had sex at least every day. Then we probably averaged about three times a week for the first year, and twice a week after that. I was always ready and very sexually satisfied. He was the first and only guy who I had let between my legs. I had sex with him before our wedding night but felt that it was wrong. I was approaching my twentieth birthday, and he had just had his twenty-second. He had a good job and we were living comfortably. I thought everything was good.

Then I found out that everything was not all that perfect. He was obsessed with showing many other women and girls how good he was in bed. I found out that many of the times that he told me that he was going bowling, fishing or to watch the drag races, he was actually going around and fucking others. We fought and he just started going out more often. Sex with him was now still physically great but emotionally, it was far less desirable. About six months after I found out that he was a horn-dog, we divorced. That was six months ago.

I really missed all the great sex we had, and I was very horny, but also turned off on guys. I rubbed myself to many small orgasms and then bought a vibrating dildo. These things helped, but not enough to stop the feelings between my legs and satisfy my horniness. I thought about inviting my ex to just come over and fuck me with no strings attached, but I could not bring myself to call him. I tried watching porn, but that made it worse. I started thinking that sex outside of marriage might not be such a bad idea.

I was at the grocery store, getting things I needed. While pushing my cart near the end of an aisle, another cart rapidly came around the corner. The way it crashed into mine made my cart tip over. “I’m so sorry. I was in a hurry. I should have been more careful. Let me help you.” He righted my cart and started putting my things back in it. Nothing was broken. That was when I actually looked at him. He was about my age and very handsome. I told his that there was no harm done and thanked him for helping me pick up my things. “At least let me buy you a cup of coffee or something to show that I’m sorry.”

I looked him up and down, spending some time looking at his crotch. I think he noticed. I liked what I saw. I felt myself getting wet. Neither of us had any frozen food and there was a coffee shop in that same strip mall. I said, “OK.” We put our groceries in our cars and went to get coffee. He was enjoyable to talk with. His name was Kenneth and I told him that mine was Barbara. He laughed and said, “Ken and Barbie.” I remembered a boy in high school named Ken. A lot of people teased him about not having any genitals. Before we went on our way, we had exchanged phone numbers.

Two days passed and Ken had not called. I had been hoping that he would. I finally called him. “Hi Ken, this is Barbara. I was thinking that one of the things I bought at the store makes more than I can eat. Would you like to come over and join me for a supper. I’m a pretty good cook.”

“I was thinking about calling you, but I did not want to seem too forward. I was going to ask you out for a supper, but coming over to your place sounds great. When should I come?” I told him to come the next evening and gave him my address. I was wet again.

I worked that afternoon, straightening my apartment and getting ready for him to come over. I made chicken parmesan. Ken showed up with a bottle of wine. “Actually, I like a beer with chicken parm. We can save the wine for after the meal.” He said that I was a great cook. I gave him a small quick kiss on the cheek.

I put a soft music channel on the TV, and we sat on the couch. I asked him if he liked to dance and he said that he did, but that he was not a very good dancer. We moved the coffee table and then danced in the middle of the living room to three songs. Both of us were feeling tired from dancing and we plopped back down onto the couch. Ken leaned over and kissed me. I returned the kiss. Then his hand was cupping my beast. When I did not object, he moved his hand under my blouse and out it back on my bare breast. I moaned and my hand rested on his package.

I almost do not remember the next few minutes, but we ended up on my bed, naked. “I would enjoy eating you, would you like that?” I did not say a word, but I opened my legs wide. Ken assumed that my answer was yes and he moved down and pressed his face against my pussy. “You’re nice and wet.” His tongue licked against my fuck hole and my hardening clit. It made me jump and moan.

It was not very long at all before I had my first orgasm of the night. I shifted us around and we went 69 with me on top. His was only my second cock and it was bigger than my ex, both longer and thicker. I was enjoying sucking his tool, as much as I was enjoying having him eating me. It took almost five minutes, and my jaw was starting to ache, when I finally brought him to a climax. He warned me that he was getting close, so I could pull off if I wanted to. There was no way I was stopping. I sped up and sucked harder. I took his ball sack in my hand, so I would know when he was getting ready to come. I felt it tighten. Then his dick pulsed four times as he shot his load in my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could and only lost a little bit of his seed. His coming made me come again. I soaked his face with my girl cum.

Amazingly, he stayed hard. He rolled me over and got between my legs. Ken put his arms under my knees and pushed them up next to my shoulders. I smiled up at him and said just one word, “Hard.” He took himself in one hand and lined his manhood up with my hole, took his hand away and gave a hard push, burying himself full depth and hitting my cervix. There was a little pain, but as he started fucking me, the pain was replaced with pleasure.

As soon as I had another orgasm, he pulled out and rolled me over. Ken pulled me up onto my knees and got tight up behind me. I felt his hard cock touch me and he asked, “Which hole?” I weakly told him that I wanted it back in my cunt. He held my hips and slammed it into me. I felt his balls hitting my mound as he fucked me doggy style. I realized how much I had been missing a good hard fucking. I enjoyed about five minutes of pure pleasure. I felt his jizz flooding into my uterus and painting the walls of my fuck tube. I came. I was happy that I knew that it was my safe time of month. It was obvious that Ken did not have any thoughts about pulling out till his balls were totally drained. I came again and then spun around and sucked his wilting dick clean. I tried to get him hard again, but he was done. We cuddled and kissed. I told him how wonderful it had been and told him that I was looking forward to being with him many more times.

Over the next several weeks, we got together seven times. We went out and did some fun things, but every time, we ended up in my bed. I was starting to think I was in love. I never expected to fall in love again after my bad marriage. I was about to ask him to move in with me when I found out that he was married.

Are all men the same ???????
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