Fucking my friend’s ex-girfriend on the sofa [M/F]

She is the ex of one of my friends, but, though that was long in the past, I never quite forgot about her. She’s a blonde, not my normal type. But for as long I’d known her, she had tantalised and enchanted me; made me lust for her. She just dripped sex appeal. Beautiful large tits, hips and legs to die for and an ass that drove me to the edge of sanity. The night of this story, she was wearing tight jeans, a short top that accentuated her incredible chest and sexy, teasing black heels. Her name is Sarah and this is the story of the one time I got to fuck her.

We had always gotten on well, she stimulated my mind as well as my body, but it had never been much more than some very light flirting. But this night was different. We came across each other early in the night and the air was thick with tension; we exchanged coy smiles, caught each other eye fucking the other from across the room, kept finding excuses to slink off alone. Whispered conversations and shared cigarettes, silly jokes and wandering hands. Tonight, I really wanted her. I needed her.

As our groups thinned out, I offered to walk her home – I’d done this several times in the past, but the atmosphere was different this time. She shivered and I drew her close, felt her chest against me as she nestled beneath my arm. I heard a sigh, almost a moan, quietly escape her lips as we walked and felt my pants begin to tighten. Usually, I’d drop her at the door, hug goodbye and be on my way, but today, under some contrived pretence, I ended up in her living room We spent a while just sat on the sofa, talking about everything and nothing, the way you do when you end up on somebody else’s sofa at 2 a.m. But I couldn’t wait any longer. It was now or never. Turning, I placed a finger below her chin, tilting her face towards mine. I knew immediately; the lust in her eyes, the delicate bite of her lip. She needed me too.

Our mouths met and my hands began to explore her, hungrily taking in every inch of her, desperate to feel every part of her body as our tongues entwined. She moaned into my mouth, her hand beginning to squeeze and rub through my jeans. She was so eager. So needy. I pulled her on top of me, instinctively beginning to grind into each other. Our bodies in perfect concert as she rode me, only a thin layer of clothes between me and her sex. I took a fistful of her long, pretty hair and pulled; our mouths coming apart as she let out a gasp, her hips continuing to grind . I kissed her neck, working my way to her ear. I didn’t ask her permission, I told her, whispering in her ear. ‘I’m going to taste you’. She moaned with delight.

I tossed her aside, our actions becoming more frantic now. More crazed. In an instant her jeans were off and I could see the wet patch that had formed on her lacy underwear. Now it was my turn to moan in lust, in anticipation; I dropped to my knees, my fingers slipping past her waistband and helping her shed the thin layer of material between me and her perfect mound. I could smell her lust, her desire; see how wet she was as she squirmed in front of me. Her clit was swollen, her pussy smooth. But we were weren’t here to make love. We were here to release years of tension. We were here to fill the room with cries of ecstasy. We were here to fuck.

I gripped her ass and pulled her close, my mouth pressed against her. She was grinding her body against me again, but now my tongue wasn’t in her mouth. It was licking at her beautiful cunt. Her juices running down my chin, her breath quickening as she thrashed on the sofa, losing control, abandoning herself to pleasure. As she moaned and writhed, my fingers edged deeper into her ass. She felt it. She invited it. Lifting her hips and allowing my finger to meet her most sensitive hole, massaging and teasing it as I worked her with my mouth. I felt her fingers in my hair, her thighs close around my head as she moaned again. Louder this time. Primal. Raw. She came all over me, her pussy contracting and twitching as she drove her body into me.

I needed her now. I needed to fuck her; I needed to feel her contracting and twitching around my cock, to be deep inside her body. As she came down from heaven, I began to rise. She reached out, expecting to tease me, to indulge me. But the time had passed. I needed to be in her. I grabbed her hips and flipped her onto her stomach, pulling her closer so her knees were now on the floor; her legs spread, her body inviting me. Finally freeing my aching cock, there was no preamble. No tease. There wasn’t even time to grab protection. Clutching her luscious ass, I drove my cock deep inside her and fucked her hard. No special moves, no coyness. I was like an animal. I needed to take her; needed to have her. Her hair wrapped around my hand once again as I slapped her ass, rode her as hard as I could. Our primitive moans harmonising with the sound of her wetness, the sound of years of pent up sexual tension.

I pulled out, shooting my cum all over her ass, all up her back. On her sofa. Everywhere. I slumped over her, both dripping with sweat. I kissed her cheek as she quietly moaned. ‘Thank you’.

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