My ex’s hottest law school classmate… PART 3 [MF]

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*This one is very long… but the last one was kind of a tease, so I figured it was time for the payoff.*

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Margaret stood across the room naked, her mouth slightly open in expectation.

Possessed by the most primal, animalistic sexual need I’d ever felt, I took a step toward her, reaching to take off my shirt as I closed the distance.

By the time I was mashing my lips onto hers—she was a deeply sensual kisser, and I recall that she tasted like she’d just brushed her teeth—my shirt was on the floor behind me.

Unable to keep my hands off of her, I used one to pull her against me, thrilling at the touch of her skin—her bare, sexy back—for the first time. Looping my other hand into the waistband of my gray sweatpants, I started to pull them down—and felt her yanking down the other side.

My cock, diamond-hard and throbbing, sprang free. I stepped out of my pants and boxer briefs as she wrapped both hands around it.

“You’re just as thick as she said you were,” she moaned huskily.

In response, I kissed her deeply and pushed her against the wall, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths. I felt another illicit thrill as I brought my hands up to grope the soft, supple breasts, and pinch the nipples, of my ex-girlfriend’s hottest friend.

I took one of her nipples in my mouth as she began to stroke me lightly, both hands still wrapped around my cock. Her hands were small and warm and sensuous, running down to the base and brushing against my balls, then running her fingertips back up to my cockhead in a way that made it pulsate at her touch and drew a guttural moan out of me.

She moaned in response as I held her against the wall, gently pulling at my cock and widening her legs to nestle my tip against her pubic hair.

Every nerve was tingling, and I savored every sensation, as I felt her wiry bush against my glans, then slid myself slightly lower until I could feel her lips, right where her legs parted.

“Y-yes,” she moaned breathily, reaching down to grab my ass with both hands, pulling me toward her.

I ran my cock back and forth against her slick opening, feeling the heat radiate from between her engorged lips, the wetness that was lubricating my cockhead, the incomparable thrill of feeling a new pussy for the very first time—and knowing I was just about to explore, pleasure, leave my mark on every inch of her, including deep inside.

I was ready to drive myself into Margaret then and there, and she seemed to be on the verge of reaching down to put me between her lips. But apparently she had other plans—and more self-control than I did—so instead she nudged me lightly backward, guiding me gently toward the bed.

“Let me help you get over this breakup,” she said, arching an eyebrow.

I laid down on my back with my head on her pillow, and she jumped up at the foot of the bed and crawled over me on all fours, positioning her face inches above my dick. I could feel her breath against my sensitive cockhead, slightly wet with precum and with her juices.

Making eye contact, Margaret opened her mouth and ran her tongue around the tip of my cock. I throbbed at the touch of her tongue, my cock quivered, and she smirked.

“Already tastes like my pussy,” she said, then licked me again, taking just the head of my cock between her lips and sucking lightly in a way that drove me wild—and could never compare with Liz, my ex’s, infrequent and halfhearted blowjobs.

Margaret smirked up at me, my cock bulging in her cheek, clearly turned on by the pleasure on my face. Then she seemed to take a deep breath and took me extraordinarily deep into her throat—nearly as deep as Liz had been able to take me into her pussy, let alone any other hole.

I felt Margaret’s tongue wriggling on the underside of my cock, felt her throat giving way to let me deeper, the sensation of her teeth against the base of my dick, with the tip and remaining few inches buried deep in the soft tissues of her throat.

“Oh f-fuck, Margaret,” I moaned.

She gagged very slightly but pulled me deeper when I tried to pull out, and I could feel her throat muscles ripple around me as I placed my hand on the back of her head, driving her to squirm against her gag reflex as my girthy cock throbbed past her larynx.

Margaret started to sputter, so I removed my hand and she slowly withdrew my cock from her throat.

She took a second to catch her breath, then looked up at me with pleading eyes:

“Wanna fuck me?”

Without a word, possessed by animal instinct, I sat up and seized her, flipping her onto her back and mounting her. She squealed in anticipation, spreading her legs in missionary and writhing her hips to rub my cockhead against the heavenly lips of her pussy.

Margaret moaned as she felt me run my tip along her labia, desperate for the sensation of being filled to the brim.

“F-fuck me,” she moaned breathily.

“I… I don’t have a condom,” I said, my rational mind intruding all of a sudden. I’d been having safe/tested/relationship-stable unprotected sex for awhile—at least until my ex had cheated on me—so I never bought condoms these days, and it hadn’t occurred to me until this moment that we needed protection.

“Me, neither,” said Margaret. “But… that’s OK?”

She reached down to pull me into her and gyrated her hips, working the first half-inch of my throbbing cock between her quivering lips. I gasped, resisting the urge to plunge all the way inside.

“Are you on birth control?” I asked… and then moaned a little as she lifted up her hips to take me even deeper inside her, completely raw.

“No, I’m not,” she looked at me with mischief in her eyes, reaching down to pull me even deeper. “But I’m safe—I always use condoms. I just need to *feel* you.”

This was insanely hot, and I was eager to let instinct take over and just pound my ex’s friend until I inseminated her.

But my rational mind still objected. So I started to withdraw—but she caught me off-balance and pulled me deep into her pussy again, gasping as I bottomed out inside of her.

“Plan B,” she groaned desperately. “Just f-fuck m-me, and we can get Plan B tomorr—”

That was enough.

Before Margaret could finish the thought I pulled swiftly out and then plunged my entire length smoothly back inside her, eliciting a guttural moan as I drove between her parted lips and stretched deep into her hot, slick insides.

Her breasts jiggled and her body writhed and we shared a satisfied sigh, while holding eye contact, as we both felt my tip penetrate deep enough to press against the entrance to her womb.

“Oh my g-god, yes—you feel so good inside my pussy,” she moaned. “G-give it to me. All of it.”

Looking down at the sight of my thick cock splitting her open, Margaret reached down with both hands and wrapped them around my shaft just before it plunged into her.

“Oh my f-fuuuuucking godddddd,” she moaned. “Y-you might be too thick for me.”

Taking this as a challenge, I reached down to move her arms away and pinned her wrists over her head, hearing her gasp in response. I started driving my dick into her deeper and deeper, listening to her moans become pleasurable screams, watching her perfect tits bounce as I fucked her harder and harder.

Releasing her arms so I could grab her hips while thrusting up into her, I felt Margaret reach down to rub her clit frantically with one hand and pull me into her with the other, crying out but pulling harder when I felt my cockhead begin to pound with each thrust against her cervix.

The more I did so, the more her eyes rolled back in her head as she started to moan incoherently.

*Holy shit*, I thought. *It’s not just that she tolerates my dick inside her, the way Liz used to—she can’t get enough of it!*

As if to prove my point, I broke rhythm for a second, holding myself outside of Margaret’s dripping pussy to get my leg into a more comfortable position.

She opened her eyes and whimpered pleadingly, so I plunged back inside all the way and pushed as deep as I could go.

“I can f-feel how hard you are,” Margaret moaned. “You make me so wet.”

The desperation in her voice, our raw desire for each other, the heat and wetness emanating from her deepest and most intimate place, the fact that my precum was already dribbling into her fertile pussy—all of it added up to one of the hottest moments I’ve frozen in time in my memory (and spank bank).

“I w-want you to fucking r-rail me,” she whimpered.

My cock swelled inside her and I growled animalistically, unable to contain myself.

“You want this?” I groaned, flexing again against Margaret’s walls.

She squeezed me back.

“P-please,” she gasped, grinding herself onto me. “No one’s ever fucked me so deep.”

For a second we held each other motionless, just feeling every sensation and moaning into each other’s mouths, my cock buried to the hilt, pleasuring one another with nothing but a flex of our most intimate parts.

Then, slowly at first, I began to thrust in and out of her, looking down to watch her lips grip me as I withdrew and then stretch to take me inside again.

The more I increased my pace, feeling her walls spasm and stretch around me, the deeper I wanted to disgorge my load.

Meanwhile, the more of me she took, the more she seemed to crave, opening her legs and pulling me deeper than Liz—or anybody else, really—had ever enjoyed taking me.

Sexual compatibility. Imagine that!

Just then it occurred to me that Liz had rarely enjoyed my favorite position—doggystyle—only tolerating it from time to time because of how much I loved it. We wound up hurting her sensitive cervix whenever I fucked her from behind for too long, so she usually insisted that we switch pretty quickly to missionary or cowgirl, where she could better control the depth of penetration.

Looking down at my shaft driving in and out of Margaret, I felt a surge of testosterone. With every fiber of my being, I needed to pound this tight, sopping wet pussy from behind.

Flipping her over, I took in the sight of Margaret’s incredible ass, just as I’d fantasized about it: with my glistening cockhead now poised against lips so engorged that they were slightly parted.

“Y-yessss,” she whimpered, looking back at me as I started to sink myself inside of her, inch by inch, her whimper turning into a moan into a cry as I railed her harder and harder.

With my hands on her waist, I pulled Margaret’s hips into mine, hard—ramming into her all the way over and over again.

I felt her insides twitch, her grip around me tighten, her cervix pulsing in time with her shuddering walls as I pounded against it. She was moaning incoherently now, seeming to reach a fever pitch, and rubbing her clit furiously while my balls slapped against her.

“Oh f-fffffffffffuck, oh fuck—” Margaret gasped. “FUCK, I’m so c-close—”

“Yesssss,” I growled, picking up the pace. “Cum on my cock. Cum for me.”

“Fuck me—oh fuck, fffffuck, I’m cumming,” she whimpered as I felt her pussy tighten around me.

With that, Margaret’s orgasm absolutely wrecked her, sending her whole body convulsing as she collapsed forward on the bed in a mess of moaning pleasure.

I fell forward with her, on top of her, holding my cock as deep as I could while her pussy spasmed and she wriggled underneath me.

“Oh my god,” she moaned after a few heaving breaths, in something closer to her normal (coherent) voice. “I came so fucking hard on your dick.”

“I could feel you,” I whispered in her ear, kissing her earlobe. She was lying on her stomach on the bed with her ass raised slightly, and I was still on top of her and inside her. As hard as I’ve ever been.

“Mmm… your turn,” Margaret moaned, pushing her ass up to grind me deeper into her. “Wherever you want, however you want me.”

I groaned at how hot this was and sat up a little, looking down at her sexy back, the swell of her ass, the pucker of her asshole, her dripping pussy lips gripping the base of my shaft with the rest of me buried within her.

Slowly I drew myself out, hearing Margaret let out a long moan as she went from being completely filled to totally empty, my veiny dick emerging from her sticky depths coated in her creamy lubricant.

Pausing just before I would’ve withdrawn completely, I left my cockhead just barely inside her and began to roll my hips, working my tip slowly around the inside of her opening. Margaret groaned deeply and started squirming, rolling her hips in time with mine, savoring the sensation.

“Yessssss,” she moaned, rocking back to force me deeper.

But I held just the head inside her opening, running it in an agonizing circle just barely inside her lips until neither of us could take it any longer.

Then, as slowly as I could stand it, I eased my full length all the way back into her, feeling her pussy stretch to accommodate me, the warmth of her insides, the sensation of filling her completely once more, pushing her down on the bed from behind—the way Liz would never let me.

“God, you’re so deep inside of me,” Margaret whimpered. “G-give it to me.”

She tried to buck her hips, forcing me to fuck her faster. But I held her against the bed and kept the same slow, steady pace, feeling my own pleasure build.

“O-oh yes, oh fuck yes,” she moaned, splayed out underneath me. “Oh f-fuck, I want it so bad.”

Fucking Margaret so slowly, savoring every quivering inch of her, was pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

It was one of the most intense moments in my entire sexual history.

“Your pussy feels so fucking good,” I gasped, unable to process words. “You’re g-gonna make me cum.”

In response, Margaret turned her head just far enough to make sly eye contact with me over her shoulder… and I felt her start to squeeze her already-tight pussy every time I bottomed out inside her, gripping me even tighter when I was at my deepest point and holding on, squeezing, as I started to draw it out.

The sensation was unlike anything I’d ever experienced, with an intimacy—she was squeezing me against her womb, milking my cock into her deepest cavity—that sent me over the edge after only a handful of thrusts.

I growled animalistically, losing control, feeling my hips buck into hers as the dam broke and the immense pressure—which had been building since I first laid eyes on Margaret—was released.

“Oh f-fuck, I’m—” was all I managed to say before exploding into a guttural groan, feeling my cock swell as my balls spasmed hard and I finally burst, my shaft twitching over and over again, pumping rope after rope of thick semen deep inside of her.

“Y-yes, yes,” she whimpered softly, looking up at me and reaching back to spread herself even wider as I convulsed inside her. “Give it to me. Fill my pussy.”

It felt like I came for a full minute, at a volume I had never experienced before.

Then, drained and spent and suddenly exhausted, I let every muscle relax and collapsed on top of Margaret with a satisfied grunt, still buried up to the hilt.

She craned her neck around to kiss me and reached back to tousle my hair, which I was just realizing was quite sweaty.

We took a moment to breathe one another in, reveling in the aftermath, enjoying the sensuality of one another’s bodies. Then, with satisfied sighs, we just lay there for a second, my dick starting to slowly soften inside of her.

“That… was… i*ncredible*,” I said.

Margaret laughed an intoxicating laugh and I felt her pussy contract as she did so. She craned around to kiss me again, and I reached around at the same time to cup her breast.

“Fucking *incredible*,” she said when she pulled away, then gave me another quick peck. “Slash, incredible fucking! Hope I helped you feel better about the breakup.”

I laughed absentmindedly, squeezing her nipple as we basked in the afterglow and cradled one another.

“What breakup?”

We both laughed again, kissed again, reveling in the intimacy of what we’d just done.

Then I reared back a little to look down at her, beaming that I’d just ravaged and ejaculated deep inside such an exquisite human being.

“Wait, didn’t you have a study group to get to?” I joked, inclining an eyebrow.

She laughed.

“They can start without me. Something… came up.”

We kissed again, intoxicated with one another.

“Well, I guess we should get cleaned up,” I said. I could feel myself softening inside of her, so I moved to prepare myself to pull out.

“Wait—is it gonna come flooding out of me?? Do I need a Kleenex?” Margaret asked.

It took me a second to understand what she meant.

“Yeah, I mean… I guess so? Unless you don’t mind having to wash your sheets. I came *a lot*.”

“Uh, tell me about it,” she chuckled. “I can feel it! Pooling around inside me.”

“Yeah, so, uh, whatever you usually do,” I said, preparing to pull out.

“Use condoms, is what I usually do,” said Margaret, her brow furrowing (adorably, I might add) in semi-embarrassment. “By which I mean… always.”

“Wait, what?”

“The pill fucks up my sex drive. So nobody’s ever cum inside me before.”

I was stunned… and so turned on that I felt my rapidly-softening dick twitch one last time.

“Really??” I asked. “This… was your first time having unprotected sex?”

Margaret nodded her head, then briefly reconsidered.

“Yes—well, I did let one boyfriend put the tip in without a condom for literally a split second, to ‘see how it felt’ or whatever,” she said, shaking her head again. “But I’ve never, like, gotten fucked without one.”

Holy shit.

Mine was the first cock this goddess had ever taken raw—the first to feel her, for real, and the first to inseminate her.

She giggled at my reaction.

“Is that… a big deal?”

“I mean, I dunno,” I said. “I just find it insanely hot.”

“Mmm, I do, too,” Margaret said, pulling me in for another kiss. “So intimate. Like you claimed me.”

We made out for a second… and my cock began to swell again inside her.

“Mmm,” she felt me growing and started to grind up into me again. “And there’s something so hot about the fact that I’m not on birth control…”

A perverse thrill shot through me, knowing I’d just filled Margaret’s fertile womb with my semen—not just a first for her, but the first time I’d ever ejaculated inside anybody who wasn’t on birth control.

I started to subtly move my hips again, feeling my cum mixed with hers squelching around my half-engorged cock.

Margaret moaned, but put a gentle hand on my arm for me to stop. So I did.

“I’m fucking insatiable, too,” she said. “But… I really wasn’t lying about study group, and I’m sure I’m super late.”

I understood, and she said it was fine to ruin the sheets, so I slowly withdrew from her pussy and she flipped over onto her back.

She reached down to peel open her pussy lips and both of us watched for a second, mesmerized, as gob after gob of my thick semen dripped slowly from the pink of her insides, streaming out from her depths and soaking the sheets.

After another long moment in the afterglow, we kissed again, and then she went into the bathroom to clean up while I stripped the bed.

“Ah, shit,” I heard her say from the bathroom, somewhat halfheartedly, upon checking her phone. “I’m like 40 minutes late. But, whatever—I’ll get there in like 15 to 20 and still have an hour to go.”

Margaret emerged from the bathroom wearing the lacy black bra and thong I’d seen her carrying earlier, then fished one of her flowy hippie dresses out of a drawer and slipped it on over her head.

“I don’t mean to kick you out,” she said, coming up to me for a kiss. “But… maybe I can swing by your place tomorrow?”

“Yes, please.”

“Or…” she looked at me questioningly. “Later tonight?”

We held eye contact for a second and there was a sensation like burning embers, a crackle between us.

“I’m free later,” I said, raising an eyebrow.

She curled her lip into a horny smirk.

“See you at your place, then,” she said.

“Should I go buy some condoms?” I asked.

“No need—pretty sure I just have to get Plan B within like, 24 hours,” she said with a shrug. “So, in the meantime, you might as well cum in me as much as you want.”

And that, dear reader, is exactly what I did.

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