[M/F] The best fuck of my life

My ex, let’s call him John, was and is still to this day the best fuck of my life. And I was his. What made us so great together is we were always trying to please the other. John would go out of his way to make sure I had the best orgasms of my life, while I made sure to do the same for him. However, we weren’t nearly as devoted to each other’s pleasure in the other aspects of our relationship. When he went home for the summer from college, we fizzled out without all the amazing sex. We kept in touch as friends, and agreed to see each other in the fall.

John was not incredibly tall, or by any means your perfect male specimen. He was about 5’10” with short brown hair, and brown eyes. He was definition dad bod, which turns out to be totally my thing. He had strong arms and legs, a round bum and just a bit of a beer gut. I was pretty much your average 5’4” college girl. Long brown hair with blue eyes. My body had changed a lot over the summer though. Where before I had a bit more cushion, I was now very toned. I got into lifting heavy and wound up with a gorgeous ass. I was always rather flat chested, usually in the B range, but that never seemed to bother John.

I was definitely getting more attention after my summer transformation. I started the school year juggling three guys. Two of whom I totally ghosted on (sorry boys), and the other whom I decided to sleep with one night after he brought me to a nice dinner. Don’t worry, this isn’t the story we’ll be talking about. He was damn huge, and pretty terrible in bed. He did that thing you see in pornos where the guy quickly taps the pubic mound while fingering. Now, maybe there are women who enjoy it, but to me it’s just weird. He also refused any position other than doggy. When he came, he threw himself down on the bed and didn’t touch me again. So I went home and haven’t spoken to him since. Basically, I left totally unsatisfied.

Knowing John was back in town for the new semester, I decided to text him and get him to fuck me like I needed it. He was glad to hear from me and we agreed to meet after classes one day at his place. I made sure to prepare; I got a full bikini wax, I wore a short skirt and a tight t-shirt, with nothing but a thong underneath (small boobs means no bra). I knew I looked damn good, and I knew he would appreciate it. I couldn’t concentrate in my classes that day, getting so giddy to see John and have him take me.

I showed up at his apartment at the set time, knocked twice and tried to contain my excitement before he answered the door. John had gained a bit of weight since I last saw him, but nothing unhealthy. He greeted me with a smile and a polite hug. As I walked in, I could see he tidied up. He was back in the same apartment as when we were dating, so I knew it well. I asked him where his roommate was, and apparently he was going out with some friends and would crash at their place. Which left us the entire apartment to ourselves. Perfect.

We sat on the couch and watched some TV first. Although we both knew what was going to happen, we were very good friends and wanted to catch up. We talked about everything that had gone on over the last few months, and our sitting position soon turned to us lying about, my legs draped over his knees, with his hand on my stomach. John said something funny (which I really can’t remember now) and it made me roll over and laugh, hiking up my skirt just enough for him to see my thong. “What’s this?” he said, pulling up my skirt a bit higher to see it more closely. “What do you think?” I replied, giving him the look that says it’s all for him. He moved his hand over my ass, lightly stroking the thin piece of fabric covering my lips. I quickly flipped myself over, straddling him, to give him a long passionate kiss. “I want you to take me, John,” I said.

Without another word, he lifted me up and carried me to the bedroom. He laid me down on my back at the edge of the bed, hiked my skirt, removed his shirt, got on his knees and went straight for my pussy. He breathed hot air over my lips before beginning to tease me through the thong. He kissed and licked the inside of my thighs, knowing it would drive me insane. He removed the thong, slowly kissing my outer lips, dragging it out, watching me get wetter and wetter. I reached down and clutched the hand that was grasping my thigh. I couldn’t bear the teasing any longer. Then all at once, he began to suck on my lips and pulse his tongue on the opening of my vagina. I felt all the pressure release, my back arched and I let out a moan of absolute pleasure. He then worked his tongue up until it was flicking over my clit. First softly, and then with more and more force. He lifted his head to take a breath and said “I forgot how amazing you taste.” He then placed his face back between my legs and continued to suck my clit. It wouldn’t take me much longer to come. My back was arched, my right hand still on his, and the left gripping onto the sheets. Then I came, in a one big wave of pleasure, my abdomen contracted, my breathing got shorter, and my vision blurry. I put moved my hand from his hand to his hair. “Thank you,” I said between breaths. He flashed me a smug smile, the one he always had when he gave me an amazing orgasm.

I knew it was my turn to return the favour, so as he stood up by the edge of the bed, I flipped onto all fours. I removed his belt, unbuttoned his jeans while he leaned down to kiss me. Just as I began reaching into his boxers he pulled back and looked at my chest. “You’re not wearing a bra, are you?” My nipples were rock hard, clearly visible underneath my tight shirt. His hands moved down my sides and pulled my shirt off. His eyes lit up and he grazed over my breasts. Although they are small, I am blessed with them being very sensitive and they can lead to amazing orgasms. John knew this very well, it was one of his favourite ways to make me come. “Not just yet,” I said as I leaned down to face his crotch. His pants dropped to the floor, and his boxers were completely stretched over his erection. I pulled them down to reveal his glorious member. He wasn’t extremely long, maybe around 6 inches, but he was thick and he knew how to use it. I started by sucking his shaft, pulling lightly at the skin around his balls. I wanted to tease him as he had teased me. I licked along his thighs and all around the base. I slowly kissed up his shaft until I got to the head. I looked up at him, his tip resting between my lips. I knew it was what he wanted. I quickly asked him if he’d been with anyone else over the summer, we had gotten tested and didn’t use a condom while we were dating. I had used a condom with the last guy, so with me being on the pill, we were virtually risk free. When he answered that he hadn’t, I took him all in my mouth at once. While moving my head back and forth, I moved my tongue in circles along the underside of his shaft. He let out a moan, I knew he loved this. I opened my mouth a bit wider, took him deeper and felt him thrust along the back of my throat. He moved one hand back to my skirt, to uncover my ass, and brought his hand back to my hair. He held onto it tightly as I continued to suck up and down the length of him. He pulled my head back and said “turn around.” So I did.

John roughly pulled my hips towards him and shoved my face down into the sheets. I was so wet, that it was with no effort he slid into my vagina. We fit so perfectly well, his girth stretching me just enough. “Oh God, you’re so wet, and warm,” he said through a moan. He then began to pound into me, knowing I like it rough. I could feel him hit so deep inside me, thrusting against the top wall of my vagina. I could feel how hard he was, and his furious thrusts quickly sent me over the edge again. Just as I was about to have my second orgasm, he pulled out and spanked my ass. Hard. He knew I loved the feeling of his hand coming down on my ass. I let out a gasp and a moan, and he went back to fucking me. Soon, I was squeezing all around him again. I was coming, and he just kept pounding deeper and deeper. I let out a scream and had to pull myself away as my body twitched from the strength of the orgasm he gave me.

I collapsed onto my stomach, and he came to lie down next to me. He pulled my skirt off so we were both finally completely naked. I took deep breaths. “Just like old times,” he said with a smile. We could go for hours while we were together, it was even inconvenient at times. Knowing he loved my stamina in bed, I hopped onto his erection without another word, and began to grind my hips against his. It was the first time he could see my whole naked body. “Wow, you are gorgeous,” he said. I leaned over and kissed him furiously. Still leaning over him, I arched my back and began to twerk (something I had only recently learned to do with my newfound glutes) on his dick. It blew his fucking mind. He looked at me amazed as I bounced my ass up and down, in tight shallow movements. Every now and then, I would take the whole length of him in me again and squeeze my pelvic muscles to contract around him. He loved this more than anything else. It didn’t take long for him to come, he closed his eyes, grabbed onto my hips with his big hands. As he came, he pushed himself up even deeper in me. I could feel him gush inside me, warm and deep. He then lied back taking deep breaths, twitching occasionally as his dick was still buried inside me.

We had perfected the art of keeping it in while we were together, so he flipped me onto my back before pulling out and passing me a few Kleenexes to clean up the mess he made of my vagina. We lied there and cuddled for about a half hour, and then I left. We agreed to not see each other again, because although the sex was amazing, we knew feelings would get involved. But John was, and always will be, the best fuck of my life.

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