[MF] My Ex-Girlfriend Trades Her Ass to Read through My DMs

So Maggie and I are living in a nice house on campus in a New England college town. My parent’s friend is a professor and went abroad on sabbatical, so they let Maggie and I live there for virtually no money. But after six months of living together, we break up.

Maggie and I met when we were both nineteen. She was the friend of Lauren, the girl I was dating at the time. Later that same afternoon, the three of us were lying on Lauren’s bed, talking and flirting and touching. I was in heaven because both girls are so hot and the three of us were wrapped around each other, though nothing explicit happened that day.

But anyway, we were in bed together and talking about Brazilian waxes for some reason. Maggie was wearing a crop top and high waisted jeans, and she got on her hands and knees, stuck her ass in the air and wiggled her hips to pantomime the position girls take to get waxed. My dick was already hard before, but after that, it was pulsing. I have a nice-sized dick, and Lauren saw it shifting in my jeans, and she stroked it with her fingers a few times through the denim. I see you like that ass, she said. My face felt like it turned super red, and I got kind of shy, or else maybe we could have had a threesome. Life is full of regrets.

Lauren and I broke up soon after, so naturally, I started texting Maggie, and before long we were dating. Lauren was pretty mad at Maggie for dating me, even though she broke up with me. Also, most guys follow Lauren around after she breaks up with them, trying to win her back. I think she expected me to stick around and be her sure thing for a few months, but I moved right on and she was kind of mad. But the important thing is, Maggie was with me, on her hands and knees, wiggling her ass for me every night.

Fast-forward to the professor’s house, and things had been rocky between Maggie and me for a while. She went out-of-town for a weekend, and Lauren came over and we locked ourselves in the house and fucked all day, all night. Like I said, we had dated and had chemistry and it was awesome, but that’s another story for another time. Maggie found out what happened and thought I was a piece of shit for it, which is true. So we broke up, but neither of us had anywhere to go, so she moved out of our bedroom and into the finished basement of the house.

I had continued to hook up with Lauren over the next few weekends, at her house obviously, and Maggie was aware. The two of them were best friends and now they hated each other. But lately, my relationship with Lauren had fizzled out. About a month after, things were still bad between Maggie and me, although we were on speaking terms, surprisingly. I think when you live with someone, you have to find a way to be cordial to each other.

So one night, Maggie and I were in the kitchen of the professor’s house, her brewing tea and me sitting at the table reading a book. Maggie looked at me with an expression full of pain, jealousy, anger, but it all culminated in a horny smirk. She bit her lip and asked me if I was still texting Lauren, and I said no, which was true–more or less. Earlier that day, Lauren had sucked my dick in the back of the Oldsmobile her dad had restored for her. But we hadn’t texted.

The sexual tension between Maggie and I was surprisingly high –considering I cheated on her with her best friend–and we had fucked a few times since. Maggie was super competitive with Lauren and didn’t want her to get the last word, so to speak. That, plus I was desired by Lauren, who is super attractive, so I think Maggie started seeing me as a masculine and virile person again.

But the sex was not at all constant, and Maggie had all the power. She knew how bad I wanted her, and most of the time she loved refusing me. I couldn’t have Maggie whenever I wanted, so suddenly I wanted her with my entire body. It’s like the maxim, “show me a beautiful girl and I’ll show you a guy who’s tired of fucking her.” Well, that was me, until I lost her.

So like I said, Maggie asked if I was still texting Lauren. I said, No, but she didn’t believe me. She asked if she could read through my iMessages and DMs. I told her, Only if you let me eat your ass. She laughed out loud and I could tell she was shocked, but she agreed, the only caveat being that we do it now so I wouldn’t have time to delete any texts. Of course, this was fine with me.

Maggie led me upstairs to the bedroom that we had shared. She was wearing these light-grey, cotton yoga pants so I let her go up the stairs in front of me. You know, for the view. We both knew how crazy light-colored yoga pants make me because I used to say it all the time when she would wear them while we were dating. Black yoga pants hide curves, the light ones show them off. And my god, she has curves to show off.

So Maggie’s going up the stairs ahead of me, and I can tell she’s exaggerating the sway of her hips, and her ass is so fat and round, and so well outlined by her pants that I can’t help grabbing it with both hands, which keeps her from taking another step and she staggers a little. I get up on the same stair as her and I’m eight inches taller than her so I have my face in her hair and I just put both my hands down her pants and take two big handfuls of her butt. I kiss her neck and move a hand to the front of her pants and rub her pussy. No, no, she says. This isn’t the deal. She shakes me off gently and keeps up the stairs while I stand there for a moment trying to recuperate.

In my room, Maggie crawls onto our old bed and rests her head on a pillow, then she starts scrolling through my phone. She’s on her side and her knees are together and balled up slightly—like sleeping position. I walk around to the foot of the bed and lie on my stomach below her, face inches from her ass, and with my feet sticking off the bed. She has all my passwords and I see she’s scrolling through my phone.

I don’t want to lose any time so I grab the waistband of her yoga pants and start pulling. Maggie lifts her butt up so I can get them over her hips and down her thighs. Her butt is big and milky pale, and her thong is the color of wine. I spread her ass and can see her pussy around the thin strip of fabric. I hook my finger around the thong and pull it out of the way, duck my face to the side, then just start eating her pussy. She wouldn’t let me finger her on the stairs, so I kinda expected Maggie to tell me to get my face out of her pussy, but thank god she didn’t. She wasn’t really reacting, and I couldn’t tell if she was wet wet or it just wet from my tongue. I figured if I can get her off she might want to fuck after. so I use the top of my head to kind of push at her thighs and she gets the hint and opens them enough that I can get to her clit. (At this point, I’m wearing her thighs like earmuffs) The first thing I do is French kiss it. For head, she likes when I use the underside of my tongue to apply firm pressure in concentric circles. I used to make her come so hard like that. So that’s what I did. But still, she wasn’t reacting.

I lift my head from under her thigh and recenter on her butt. I kiss the fattest part of her right buttcheek and stroke her asshole with my thumb. Then I kiss a trail right to her ass and rim her slowly. She moans softly and I get so hard. I’m in love and keep going, but after that one moan, she doesn’t pay me any more attention.

She scrolled through my texts and I ate her ass and her pussy until I was breathing heavy. She has a really beautiful, big, muscular ass and her cheeks were smothering me a little. I didn’t mind though; I loved it. But she stopped scrolling when she noticed my breathing, and reached down and pulled her ass open for me. She laughed then tussled my hair and kept reading, apparently going months deep into our back texts. I’m so glad I texted that girl so much because I got a solid 10 minutes of ass/pussy eating.

Eventually, I heard my phone screen click and fall to the comforter. Ok, Maggie says, shaking her butt to get my attention, my tongue still in her ass. I believe you now. I took my face out from inside her butt and I must have looked ridiculous with the bottom half of my face wet with drool. I got up my knees and pulled out my dick which was rock hard and throbbing. Ok, are you going to do me now? I asked. She glanced at my dick and then grabbed it. Maggie pulled me toward her so our faces were close. Then she hopped off the bed, pulled up her thong and her yoga pants. No way, she said. I got what I wanted. And she left.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/edv9ng/mf_my_exgirlfriend_trades_her_ass_to_read_through