[F]ucking [M]y best friends sexy ex

This happened whilst I was at university many years back and is something I came to later regret but will always remain an incredibly hot memory. I wasn’t a bad person just a horny teen!

Ella had gone out with my best friend Adam for 2 years from the age of 16. When they both got into different universities they decided to break up. However, as it happened the university she decided to go to was also the one that I was attending and she even did the same course as me. Over the course of my first year we were friendly but nothing more. You know, would say hi and all that jazz if we saw each other but wouldn’t text one another to hang out or anything like that. That being said Ella was hot. Very much an ‘I want to rip your clothes off’ hot rather than a girl next door type. She’s petite, about 5 foot 2, with brown hair, blue eyes and big full lips. Pair this with a pair of c cup boobs which looked larger on her small frame and a delicious ass and you had yourself the kryptonite to any remaining morality a horny teenage such as myself had.

So the year went by relatively seamlessly and whilst I found her hot the fact that she had dated one of my best friends prevented me from doing anything reckless…or so I thought.

Roll on to our last exam and me and my fellow course mates all went straight to the pub after to celebrate. Something was just different that day. The sun was shining, everyone was smiling with the air about them that you only truly possess when you’re a teen with not a care in the world, everything just felt right. I see Ella and we have a conversation that ran along similar lines to most others we’d had that year.

‘How are you?’
‘How was the exam?’
‘What are your summer plans?’

Just standard small talk really. But something was just different. Eye contact was held for that second more. Her smile was that bit more seductive each time. Her words seemed to be laced with the smallest trace of innuendo. Small enough to notice it there, but also too small to be sure. Anyway the conversation got broken up and we all left the pub soon after with the plan to return home and all meet up after dinner to go to the club.

I pre drink with a different group of friends but can’t get that earlier conversation out of my mind. Was there really something different or was I just imagining things? it was bothering me and playing on my mind, unsure whether my best friends hot ex had been slyly flirting with me or the alcohol and post-exam high was making me see things that weren’t there. I told myself to forget about it and that I would try and speak to her in the club to get a better gauge. Anyway, I told myself, remember who she is, nothing can happen.

It’s around midnight when I enter the club, fairly inebriated, thoughts of Ella banished as I got lost in conversation and jokes with other friends. That is until I see her. And she see me. We locked eyes for 5 seconds or so before she let off a rye smile and indicated that she was going to the smoking area. Without a second thought, I followed her, any logical part of my brain switching off whilst allowing my penis to act as a gps through the dancefloor. When outside she gives me that smile again.

‘Hey’ she says
‘Um Hi’ I return back, with all the charm of dump truck.

She giggles and we chat about nothing in particular, but her eyes don’t leave mine and mine don’t stray from hers. The conversation reaches a lull and I take her in. The piercing blue eyes. The full red lips. The slight hint of cleavage bursting out of her black vest. And just like that, she had me.

Our lips meet. A kiss dictated by lust, mouths parting, tongues meeting, with no regard for the fact we were stood in a crowded smoking area. After about 15 seconds we both remembered where we were and looked up a little embarrassed. She looked up into my eyes, grabbed my neck and moved her lips centimetres from my ears.

‘Let’s go’ a husky whisper said.

All I could muster was a nod as she grabbed her jacket and I ordered a taxi as fast as possible. We got back to mine and pounced on each other, consumed by the sort of ravenous lust that I had previously only seen in movies. Our clothes were off in a matter of minutes with her hand wrapped around my cock whilst I plunged two fingers into her. She was that perfect combination of wet and tight, her moans beginning to fill the room, getting louder and louder and louder still. Seriously, I’ve been with many women since but none as loud as her. She took her hands off my penis, kissed my neck and begged me to fuck her. Believe me
I did not need telling twice.

I lined up my cock slowly pushing it inside her and letting her adjust to my thickness (member of the average length thick girth club here). Her moans turned into screams as slow humping turned into lustful pounding. Her legs over my shoulders, her eyes rolling, my hands grabbing her breasts. It was ecstasy. As I kept going I felt her tighten up while her moans somehow reached another impossible high octave. She begun whimpering my name before saying those magic words ‘I’M CUMMINGGG’. Her pussy clamped my cock like a glove whilst she lay there squirming, both drenched in sweat. By this point I did not have much left in the tank, as we rolled over so she could go on top.

She began by grinding against m3, as my fingers drifted across her clit. She then started bouncing up and down, faster and faster, each ride punctuated by a sexy moan. The alcohol certainly elongated what may have otherwise been a quick affair, but there’s only so long a man can last when balls deep in a hot, taboo girl. I looked up and told her I about to come as she giggled and stopped. She got up, walked over to a sofa in the corner of my room and bent over before looking back and giving me that smile one more time. In Britney Spears esque world record time, I bounced over, grabbed those perfect ass cheeks and put my cock back into her pussy. I let her have it, pounding even harder than before, her screams surging into my halls of residence. I later found out that she’d actually woken up two of my flat mates! I felt my balls surging again and this time I wasn’t letting her go as I pulled her in closer and emptied load after load deep inside her.

We collapsed in a heap on the sofa, waking up there a few hours later and having another session before migrating back to my bed. Once there we managed a few more hours of sleep before I woke up to her hands wrapped around my penis and we fucked for a third time.

Afterwards I felt incredibly guilty, but we did end up having sex once more a couple months later before she told me that she thought she had feelings for me and I had to put a stop to things guided by whatever small morals remained. To this day I remain good friends with her ex and have still never told him what happened (very douchey I know). This is my first story so I can write about that second time or other amazing experiences if there’s demand (go easy on me!).

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