I tried to break up, but [M]y Ex-Girl[F]riend took off her panties and sat on my lap…

This is yet another story about my ex-girlfriend, who I am calling Anya. For some reason I’m having a lot of memories of her this weekend. It was definitely not the healthiest relationship, as you will read here, but it helped me awaken and learn about my own sexuality. You can read about our “accidental” anal sex [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ncsvb0/accidental_anal_with_my_exgirlfriend/), and sex in front of a mirror while my family was right outside the door [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/nd1ewb/fucking_my_exgirlfriend_at_the_beach_house_while/).

If you like the story, leave a comment! And feel free to send me a PM or chat if you want to talk more. I think I’m a little lonesome this weekend, so any messaging is welcome.

This, like all the others, is a true story. I remember this sex better than most, and you will know why soon.

After a few years of dating Anya, I started to realize our relationship was unhealthy. Anya was violently jealous. If I were to talk with another girl at a party, Anya would sulk and insult me the rest of the night. Anya was incredibly selfish. If something good happened to me, she didn’t want to hear about it. She only wanted to talk about herself. Anya was exceedingly childish. She had tantrums, threw fits, and always wanted her way.

On the other hand, Anya was extremely sexy, and everyone knew it. When we were at social events, everyone would tell me what a beautiful girlfriend I had. Men would flirt with her, right in front of me. Anya was obsessed with her appearance, and it showed; she knew how to wear makeup and clothes that complimented her figure… and she knew how to take those clothes off, too.

The sex with Anya was always amazing. I’d only had sex once, with one other girl, before her. With Anya I had my first anal sex, my first face-fucking, my first phone sex, my first public sex… No matter how much a relationship starts to fall apart, if the sex is good it’s hard to leave.

And the sex was good.

Anya and I had been maintaining a long-distance relationship for a few years. It was challenging. We’d had our “breaks,” but we’d always come back together.

I was getting ready to move back, and I was looking for a room to move into. Anya and I would drive around, responding to Craigslist ads, and she would charm the landlords as I tried to figure out if I could afford the rent. The answer was usually no.

I was still living a number of hours away, and I usually drove back late on Friday night. So during my weekend visits, I was both trying to catch up on Anya time and sleep time.

Anya did not want to give me sleep time. She wanted more Anya time.

We went out to a friend’s art show one Saturday night when I was visiting. Anya got very drunk. She basically ignored me the whole night. I’m a bit of a shy person, so I walked around, looking at the art. Then I walked around again. Then I walked around again. The night grew late.

There was an after-party that Anya wanted to go to. I was tired from the drive, tired from the party, and, honestly, tired from Anya. All those little quirks that had attracted me to her at the beginning of the relationship were losing their sparkle. Her practice ditziness, her childishness, and especially the way she dolled herself up. I was tired of the makeup, tired of the clinging clothes, tired of the looks of other men.

I told Anya I was exhausted, but she insisted on the after party. For whatever reason, her going without me was not an option.

However, I was the dedicated driver, so I won out.

The whole ride back to Anya’s, she was on her phone, complaining drunkenly to her friends about her “loser boyfriend” who had an “early bedtime” and wouldn’t let her stay out late. Then she started accusing me of flirting with other women at the party. Of wanting to break up with her.

Reader, at that point I did indeed want to break up.

I dropped Anya off at her place then drove to my parents, who were out for the weekend. I crashed in my old bedroom, exhausted, upset, ready to end things and move on.

The next morning, Anya called. I think she could tell that I was planning on breaking up with her. Anya’s voice grew quiet, submissive. She invited me over to talk things through.

Like a fool, I agreed.

I drove to Anya’s. I knocked on the door. Through the kitchen window she asked me to sit out in the garden.

I found an outdoor chair and sat down, practicing what I would say to her. How insulted I was. How I had moved in order to start my career. How our relationship couldn’t be one-sided.

Then Anya walked out the door.

She had wiped off all her makeup. Her hair was freshly washed. She wore a white crop top and a white skirt made up of some lacy material.

Anya walked up to me and apologized. “I’m so sorry for last night. I know you’re angry at me.”

She placed a hand on my knee, and when I didn’t jerk away and run to the car, she lowered herself to sit on my lap. She leaned against my chest and kissed my neck.

“I’m an idiot. Please don’t break up with me.”

I didn’t know what to say. Some part of me was stalwart about my plan. But with Anya’s ass in my lap, I felt my cock growing hard.

Still, I took a deep breath. “Anya, we need to talk about how things are going.”

Anya continued to kiss my neck. She took my hand and placed it on her own lap. She hiked up her skirt, and I realized she wasn’t wearing any underwear.

Anya placed my hand on her pussy. It was warm and wet. As Anya kissed my neck and my jawline, she moved my hand against her pussy lips. She pushed my fingers into herself. She started giving me small licks on my throat, then kissed my lips.

I couldn’t help it. I kissed her back.

I started fingering Anya’s wet pussy as we made out. As I’ve described before, Anya had an amazing pussy- huge, plump pussy lips and a clit that stood out like a lightswitch. I wet my fingers in her pussy, then started rubbing circles on her clit. Anya ground her ass into my crotch. She could feel me hardening through my jeans.

Anya reached down and pulled off her shirt. She had small breasts, but they were perky, with wide areolas and huge nipples. She moved her bare back to me and straddled my legs, keeping her skirt up with one hand. I continued to finger her, sliding two fingers into her wet pussy. With my other hand, I reached up and massaged her breast. I kissed her neck and nibbled her ear.

A flush had spread over her neck and down to her perky tits. I pinched her large nipple and she gasped. There was still a little anger in me, and it started coming out.

I pinched Anya’s nipple harder, and started flicking her clit more aggressively. She cried out, softly, and I could tell she was accepting her punishment. I plunged my fingers into her pussy, fucking her hard with my pointer and middle finger. My fingers were soaked with pussy juices.

I raised my fingers to her lips and she sucked the juices off of them.

“Let’s go inside,” I said.

She grasped my hand and pulled me through the doorway into her bedroom. She pulled down her skirt as I took off my clothes. My cock was standing straight up, stiff as hell, the head swollen big and dark.

I kissed Anya deeply, and she reached down and started stroking my cock. She placed my dick between her thighs and rubbed it against her wet pussy lips.

“Do you want to fuck my mouth?” she asked. I just looked into her eyes and nodded.

Anya lay down on the bed and I straddled her face. She started to lick my balls as I stroked my cock. This always got her extremely wet, and I saw she was touching herself.

I lowered the head of my cock to her lips. Slowly, I pushed myself into her mouth, one hand on the wall to keep balance. Anya started breathing heavily through her nose. I started fucking her mouth. Watching her lips wrap around my cock drove me crazy.

Anya started moaning, furiously rubbing at her own clit. Suddenly she cried out, her voice vibrating on my cock. She was cumming.

I let her moan and shudder for a while, and she sucked on my cock as her breathing slowed.

“Turn over,” I said. “Get on your knees.”

Anya followed my directions. I got behind her and grabbed onto her hips. I could see her swollen pussy lips between her thighs. I got down on my knees and lowered my face to her pussy. I poked my tongue between her pussy lips and started sliding it in and out, in and out, fucking her with it. Meanwhile, my face kept pressing up against her ass. Anya cried out. My lips and chin got covered in juices as I kept fucking her with my tongue.

I gave Anya’s ass a quick bite, then grabbed onto her hips again. Anya reached back and grabbed my cock. She guided the head of my cock to her pussy lips. I thrust in quick and deep.

“Oh god…” Anya moaned. She loved this position. She kept her hand there, rubbing her clit furiously. I slammed myself into her ass, thrusting as deep and as hard as I could. The whole bed rocked against the wall, banging like a drum, and the slap of my crotch against her ass was just as loud. I thought about how angry I had been at Anya the night before. It filled me with energy, keeping my rhythm strong.

Although, to be honest, I wasn’t feeling too angry any more.

Anya shuddered as she came again. This was usually my signal to finish, and I could feel my balls tightening.

I lowered myself over her back and whispered in her ear. “I’m going to cum in your asshole.”

She nodded, beyond words. Her eyes were closed in concentration, her whole face flushed.

“Do you like it when I cum in your ass?” I asked. She nodded again, breathing quickly. Anal play had been a regular part of our sex ever since I had [accidentally fucked her ass](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ncsvb0/accidental_anal_with_my_exgirlfriend/) in my kitchen.

Just when I felt I could hold back no longer, I pulled myself out of her sopping wet pussy. I put the swollen head of my cock against Anya’s asshole and pushed, so that just the head slid in. I stroked my own cock, jacking myself, and I felt myself release.

With each spurt of cum Anya moaned, and I thrust a little deeper into her ass.

Finally, I was drained. We collapsed onto the bed. I felt a warmth spread over my body. I spooned Anya, giving her little salty kisses on the back of her neck and shoulders.

So we didn’t break up. At least, not for another year.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/nde7np/i_tried_to_break_up_but_my_exgirlfriend_took_off