That Night My Ex Came Over and Took My Ass [FM]
So last winter, I was 19, just trying to get through my sophomore year of college, still kinda raw from a breakup with my ex, who's 20. We dated for like six months, but it fizzled out over dumb shit different schedules, petty fights. He was sweet though, lanky with messy hair, always wore those tight jeans that showed off his bulge. My friend, also 19, kept saying I should move on, but I'd still get wet thinking about him, especially how he'd fuck me slow and deep. Anyway, I'm at my apartment one night, scrolling my phone, when he texts outta nowhere: "u up? saw u at the library today." My heart skips, pussy tingling, but I'm like, chill, it's been months.
I text back, "yeah, what's good?" and he says he's nearby, can he come over to talk. I know "talk" is bullshit, but I say sure, mostly cuz I'm horny and bored. My roommate's at her boyfriend's, so it's just me in my tiny place, wearing a loose tee and panties, hair in a messy bun. He shows up, looking nervous but hot, that familiar cologne hitting me hard. We sit on the couch, make small talk about classes, but the tension's thick. I catch him staring at my thighs, and I shift, letting my tee ride up, showing my panties. "Miss me?" I tease, and he's like, "fuck yeah," voice low.
We're kissing in seconds hard, desperate, tongues messy. His hands are under my shirt, squeezing my tits, pinching my nipples till I moan. I'm soaked already, pussy dripping through my panties. I tug his shirt off, run my hands down his chest, feeling that trail of hair to his jeans. "Want you," I mumble, and he's pulling my panties down, fingers brushing my wet slit. "You're so fucking wet," he says, rubbing my clit, but I'm craving something dirtier tonight. "Fuck my ass," I whisper, surprising myself. We'd done it once before, and I loved how full it felt.
He hesitates, "you sure?" but I'm nodding, grabbing lube from my drawer yeah, I keep it handy. I get on all fours on the couch, ass up, spreading my cheeks. He groans, "shit, your ass is perfect," and slicks his fingers with lube, circling my tight hole, pushing one in slow. I gasp, it burns a bit, but my pussy's throbbing, dripping onto the cushion. He adds another finger, stretching me, and I'm moaning, "more, fuck." He unzips, pulls out his dick hard, thick, maybe 6 inches, veiny and leaking. I stroke it, spit on the tip, sucking him quick to get him slick, tasting that salty precum.
He lubes his cock, lines up, and pushes in slow fuck, the stretch is intense, my ass gripping him tight. "You okay?" he checks, and I nod, "keep going." He slides deeper, inch by inch, till he's buried in my ass, and I'm panting, feeling so full. He starts thrusting, slow at first, then faster, hands on my hips, my tits bouncing under my shirt. I reach down, rubbing my clit, pussy gushing as he fucks my ass hard, the couch creaking. "So fucking tight," he grunts, and I'm moaning, "fuck my ass, don't stop." The pressure's wild, my whole body tingling, and I cum hard, pussy squirting, ass clenching his dick.
"Gonna cum," he warns, and I'm too lost in it. "In my ass, do it," I beg, no condom, just raw. He thrusts deep, groaning loud, and I feel his hot cum flooding my ass, thick and warm, leaking out as he pulls back slow. It drips down to my pussy, mixing with my juices, and we're both wrecked, laughing soft, sweaty. But here's the twist my phone buzzes, and it's a text from his new girlfriend, who I didn't even know existed: "he's with you, isn't he?" Turns out he'd been dating her for weeks, didn't tell me. I'm pissed, kick him out, cum still dripping from my ass as he mumbles apologies.
