[F]ucked my ex best friend’s ex [M]

When I was 16, still in high school, I had a best friend called Mary Anne. She was the definition of boy crazy.

When Mary Anne got a boyfriend, you’d never hear the end of it. Everything she said had to include him somehow. He’d hang out with us after school, go with us to every party. It was never ending.

His name was Marshall. He was our age, but way taller than both of us (we’re both pretty short, around 5’4), medium build, short brown hair. Just your average guy, but apparently a savage in bed. I got to know him pretty well from all the time we spent together, which was something Mary Anne wasn’t thrilled about, but oh well.

Fast forward a few months, Mary Anne cheated on him while he was on vacation with his parents. I was there when it happened, told her not to do it, but she wouldn’t listen. She did, however, beg me not to tell Marshall, and… I told him anyway, and he promptly broke up with her.

That situation escalated in ways I never expected it to, she went absolutely crazy. She vandalized his car and my bike that I had paid for with my hard earned money I made from babysitting, talked all kinds of shit about us to anyone who would hear, ridiculed me on the internet by posting embarrassing silly face pictures I had sent her and worst of all, accused us of being together all this time behind her back. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t attracted to Marshall and that there wasn’t a little bit of chemistry between us, but she was my best friend. I never did touch him, until one night, 5 years later, at a bar.

We met up by accident. After school, Marshall had moved away to a different city and I hadn’t heard from him since. It was quite a shock to bump into him like that, he was so different. He was bigger than I remembered, stronger, more handsome. He was alright before, but definitely had gone through a huge glow up after school.

He was happy to see me, and wasn’t shy about it. He told me he was in town for his cousins wedding and went to that bar to see old friends. I was there for a date and got stood up, something he was very apologetic for despite not being responsible for it. He asked me to join him and his friends at their table, and I gladly did.

We talked all night catching up, and by the end of the night we were both pretty drunk. I had noticed he was getting closer and closer and that at one point our legs were touching, but thought nothing of it until he asked me very unceremoniously if I wanted to go home with him. Even all these years later and even after all her bad behavior, I couldn’t help but think about Mary Anne. We had been good friends, after all. But the more the alcohol ran through my veins and I felt the heat emanating from his leg to mine, the less I thought about her.

Fuck it.

Marshall took me back to his parents’ home. We snuck in to the small shed in their backyard, where he wasted no time lifting me and pressing me against the wall, lifting me and kissing me with passion accumulated from all those years ago as I wrapped my legs around his hips. His hands traveled all over my body and I could feel him getting hard as he pressed himself against me.

We moved to a working bench, me sitting on the edge and him standing in front of me. He lifted my dress, parted my legs, moved my panties to the side and put his big hand on my already soaking wet pussy. I felt him smiling against my mouth as I kissed him, but he pulled away abruptly and dove in between my legs and gave me the best head I’ve had to this day. His tongue went up and down my slit, it circled my clit, pushed against the opening of my hole and I was almost cumming when he stopped, pulled me by the neck and kissed me, making me taste myself.

I don’t know when he pulled his cock out, but before I knew it, he was inside me. Marry Anne was right, he really was an absolute savage. His dick wasn’t long, but it was THICK and he thrusted it in my cunt without mercy. It felt so good, I was moaning uncontrollably now as he forced his way inside and stretched me into oblivion. I hadn’t been pounded like that in so long and he could tell I needed it bad.

He flipped me on my belly and slipped it back in, with more ease this time. “Fuck,” I thought, “my pussy is going to be permanently ruined from this”. Either that or I was just wetter, but the sheer idea of the latter was so hot I entertained it. He was practically using me by this point, and I was loving every second of it.

“I’m going to finish soon,” he said, through gritted teeth. I just moaned in response, too distracted and feeling too good to answer.

“Where do you want me to do it?” he insisted.

“Inside me,” I managed to mumble.

“Then beg for it.”

Holy SHIT did I beg. I had never wanted anything so badly in my entire life. Even at my worst cumslut moments, I don’t think I had ever said such nasty things before that moment. I begged him to cum inside my tight wet little cunt, to use me for his pleasure, to fuck me like he wanted to impale me, I implored him to shoot his load in my pussy, to fill me up with his seed. I used up the entire dictionary, I was like a living thesaurus begging this man to please creampie me in a thousand different ways. And boy, did he.

I could tell it took everything in him not to collapse as his cock pulsated inside me and he came. A lot. I felt it pouring out of my used pussy and drip down my leg as he kept fucking me to get every last drop, and that was enough to push me over the edge. I yelped and sighed as I felt myself shivering and tightening up around him.

After we both came, we used my underwear to clean up as best as we could and I went home and fell into a deep slumber. When I woke up the next morning, he had requested to follow me on social media. Before accepting it, I looked over his profile, scrolling down and admiring the beautiful man I had let rearrange hours before. My panties dry with our cum laid inside my laundry basket in my bathroom.

And then I came upon an old, old picture of him, me and our beloved Mary Anne. He probably hadn’t realized it was still up. I zoomed in her face, smiling Mary Anne, someone who I had once cared for so much and who I hadn’t seen or heard from in years.

I felt a sharp little nagging pain in my heart, thinking about what I had done. Her insecurities had come true. But that guilt was shortly overcome and replaced by a delicious warm wave of satisfaction. Revenge is a dish best served cold, and with a side of your ex bff’s ex’s cum.

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