Disclaimer: this (as well as other stories I am writing/have written) happened a long time ago, but I thought this sub would enjoy nonetheless. Fake names, of course.
Sarah and I dated for about two years, and we were stupid kids, me being 21 and her 20 at the end of it – clearly not going to last (though I do have plenty of stories about her, stay tuned). Towards the end, her best friend Grace moved into our spare bedroom with her boyfriend. Within a month and a half Sarah and Grace had a pretty nasty falling out, Grace and her bf broke up and moved out, and Sarah and I split a month after that. The aftermath of my breakup was bad, though to be fair, much of that was me refusing to let go. About two weeks after the breakup, I was living in our formerly-shared apartment, wallowing in my anger on a night off from my miserable food service job, when I got a text from Grace – weird, since she and I had never really talked outside of our mutual connection to Sarah. She said she was living nearby but moving out of state in a couple days and she needed a ride to get some moving supplies – she said she’d “get me back” for it. I decided “eh, why not.”
We got her stuff and headed back to her little studio apartment to hang out while she packed. We started smoking (her weed, the repayment I assumed) and chatting about life, and as we got more and more buzzed, she started getting flirtier and flirtier while also throwing digs in at my ex – ie “oh Sarah didn’t do X? Well I would have totally done X for you if I was her, wink-wink,” stuff like that. And next thing I knew, we were aggressively making out on the edge of her bed.
For context, I was a 6’2” “strong fat” baby-faced dude, a little over 6” in the meat department and a very socially awkward stoner. Sarah was 5’5” with big dark green eyes and brown hair, thicc in the best way (a little chubby with huge boobs, wide hips, big ass), while Grace was the opposite, a 5’1” super-petite “former cheerleader” figure with ice blue eyes and red hair. Sarah was also my first – while I’m usually more of a “curves” guy, I’m not picky by any means, but I was inexperienced as fuck and there was definitely a “holy shit this is different” feeling.
She pushed me back and unzipped my jeans, pulling them off with my boxers in one motion. I was stunned, my stoned-ass brain still a few steps behind as she spat on my rock-hard dick and began jerking me off. She was making comments about how lonely my cock must have been, and how she’d take care of it for me. A moment later, my dick was in her mouth as she sucked it so hard and sloppy that, in hindsight, it was like she was proving a point. Her mouth felt like heaven – her tongue swirled all over me as she bobbed up and down while stroking with one hand, and at one point she hands-free deepthroated me – it took a moment of pushing, but my cock passed the barrier of her throat as she bottomed out, her tongue grazing my balls. Suddenly, she stopped, my brain had a second to catch up, and I looked up to see that she had undressed and was climbing on top of me. She was slim, with perky little tits and a round little ass, and a look on her spit-covered face that said “I’m your tiny little fuck toy for the night.” She kneeled over me for a moment, rubbing the head of my dick on her unbelievably-wet slit, then lowered herself down until I was balls-deep inside her.
As she started to slowly move up and down on my cock, my brain broke again – she was so tight and so wet that it was a wonder I didn’t blow my load right then and there. It felt like her pussy was trying to forcefully wring out every ounce of cum in my body. She picked up speed as she began to talk dirty to me again – “I bet Sarah never rode your cock like this” particularly stood out. She leaned forward, and I sucked and bit her small nipples, at one point taking an entire tit in my mouth, making her moan loudly. I roughly grabbed her ass with both hands, forcefully bouncing her up and down like she was my living fleshlight and making her moan even louder. As both of our moans and grunts picked up in pace and volume, she put her mouth up to my ear and whispered “I wanna taste your cum so bad.” In a split-second I let go of her and she was back between my legs, bobbing her head up and down as she fucked her own face on my dick. I couldn’t take it anymore and as soon as I gasped out the words “I’m cumming,” she went balls deep – sucking hard and slow from base to tip as I groaned and shot rope after rope of cum down her throat. She visibly struggled to keep it all in her mouth as she lingered at the tip and gagged a little, swallowing a moment later. As I caught my breath, she began idly licking up the cum that had spilled out onto my dick/balls and her chin, and said “I get the feeling you needed that,” with a smirk before laying down next to me and kissing me – my brain was still on overload.
A moment later, I got up to use the bathroom. She was sitting up on the bed waiting for me when I got back. By now we were both much more sober, and she began teasing me again, saying she would be gone soon and asking if I wanted to “make the most of our time.” I replied with “well, I don’t have any other plans for the night.” She stood up and gently grabbed my dick with one hand, getting me hard again as she put her other hand up to my cheek and rubbed her thumb on my lips. “You know,” she said, “Sarah used to brag about that tongue of yours. It would be a shame if I never got to see what she was talking about.” She looked up at me and smiled as she said it. Without missing a beat, I picked her up (making her let out an adorable yelp), and literally threw her back onto the bed.
At this point, I was the one with something to prove, and I began tonguing her swollen, pink little pussy as I held her lower half slightly off the bed with my arms gripping her legs. She was still soaking wet and tasted so sweet, and was moaning even louder than before. I lost track of how long it was, but soon she was stammering out broken variations of “oh fuck, just like that” until I felt her whole body tense up in time with one especially-drawn-out “ohhhh fffffuuuuuuuuckkkkk” before I tasted an explosion of wetness and she melted back down onto the bed. She didn’t even have a moment to catch her breath before I pulled her down to the edge of the bed, pinned her legs back, and began savagely pounding the fuck out of her. She half-squealed-half-moaned in time with each thrust as I held her down – she couldn’t even get a word out as I slammed deep into her over and over, rocking the whole bed loudly into the wall. I felt myself reaching the edge again, and grunted that I was going to cum. She managed to gasp out “fuck, yes, fill me up” as I buried my cock as deep as possible inside of her and exploded again. I stayed there for what felt like forever, my dick twitching inside of her as she wiggled her hips trying to get whatever I had left in me. I rolled off and laid next to her, and once again she went to town cleaning the cum off of my dick with her tongue, sending shivers up my whole body. “It’s a shame we didn’t get to do this sooner,” she said with another smirk. I just grunted in agreement.
I was stuck in “did that really just happen” mode long after I got home. She moved away a few days later and I found out she had been engaged at the time to a guy in the state she was moving to – not a great person in hindsight. But, whatever. It was still some much-needed relief at the time.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/vuopx5/that_time_my_exs_best_friend_relieved_my