Tristan (Chapter 1) Snippet Unedited

I wasn’t always an asshole, or at least that’s what I liked to tell myself.  The truth is, I had been this way since I was an adolescent.  My sister reminded me of it every day, especially during my teen years.  I couldn’t help that I enjoyed looking at tits and pussy, it made my dick hard and that usually resulted in one of her friends sucking me off.

I loved it when her friends spent the night, that was the bonus of having a sister.  Otherwise, she was just a complete pain in the ass, always bitching about how fat she was or how some guy dumped her because she wouldn’t put out.  It pissed me off, because one, she was annoying as fuck, and two, because any guy that touched my sister would get the shit kicked out of him, by me.

Her friends though, they were free reign and mine for the taking, and trust me when I tell you, I took them.  Anya was by far my favorite and the first girl that I’d ever sunk my dick in.  She was older than me by two years and could fuck like a porn star and suck the chrome off a  bumper.   That girl left me with the wettest dreams and when she spent the night, she would sneak into my room after everyone was asleep, and rock my world.

The last time I saw Anya was when I went home for a visit back to Russia.   I was quite a bit older and a hell of a lot more experienced than the last time we’d seen each other.  She was still beautiful, just as I remembered her.  There was only one problem.  She was married.  I didn’t blame the guy.  Shit.  If I had been older and not so caught up in my new life in the states, I would have married her too.  Okay, maybe I wouldn’t have, but I sure as hell would have fucked the shit out of her until I couldn’t see straight anymore.

I thought about Anya for years, even while I was dating and fucking other women.  I couldn’t get her out of my head and trust me when I tell you, no guy likes to admit that.  That usually leads to an admission of feelings, and well..fuck that!  I didn’t have feelings for her other than the fact that I loved her pussy.  Perhaps I was addicted to it?  Hell, I don’t know.   I just know I wanted to be balls deep in there every time I thought about her.