I’ve written about my college ex, Elle, a few times. If you’d like to get caught up, check out my profile and enjoy the time we nearly got caught by her mom, fucked in her dad’s car and did it in a dressing room. You can also read about me fucking her friend and roommate, R. That setup right there should be enough to tell you that this wasn’t the healthiest relationship and eventually, it came to an end.
I called it off after a few years of on/off dating because I was ready to spread my wings and as we got older, it was clear that our lives were heading in different directions.
Elle did not take this very well.
I’m fairly confident she had our wedding planned and the names of our kids picked out so when I finally said we were done, she was pissed. She also lived with a few of my friends at the time, so there was only so much separation I could manage.
After a month, she finally seemed to have given in.
“Hey, I have some of your things if you want to grab them,” was the text I got on a cold February evening.
Truth be told I had been searching for a favorite sweatshirt earlier that day and the prospect of getting it back was enough to drag me off the couch. It was early on a weekday evening and the door to the apartment was unlocked, so I walked in. From the looks of it, everyone was at class or out studying, so I let my presence be known.
“Elle, I’m here,” I said as I stood by the door.
“I’m in my room,” she yelled back. I made my way to her room and pushed open the door.
Elle was sitting in the dark at her desk, the lamp and a candle providing the only light outside of her laptop. She spun around and pointed towards the bed where a small pile of clothes was sitting.
“That’s all yours,” she said.
“Yeah, so is the sweatshirt you’re wearing,” I said, unamused that she had tried to pull a fast one. “Gonna need that back, too.”
Elle put on her best pouty face, the one that had resulted in me fucking her brains out multiple times, and stood up.
“Jesus, Elle, those are my pants, too,” I said as I noticed the pajama pants she had on.
“Fine,” she said, “here.”
She took off the sweatshirt and threw it at me. As I pulled it off my face, I saw her drop the pants to the ground, step out and kick them in my direction. I snagged them out of the air and turned back to Elle, ready to give her an earful, but was stopped dead in my tracks.
All 5′ 5″ of her was standing before me in the low light wearing this [https://www.victoriassecret.com/us/vs/sleepwear-and-lingerie-catalog/5000006548?brand=vs&collectionId=d65acb42-aba7-429b-9cd3-ffff3c77b534&limit=180&priceType=regular&productId=03d23ce1-f093-4049-a41e-9c8634a0ac9b&stackId=7438a64e-22b5-4b41-a009-cadab4f29103&genericId=11216955&choice=54A2&product_position=22&stack_position=1&dataSource=manual-collection](https://www.victoriassecret.com/us/vs/sleepwear-and-lingerie-catalog/5000006548?brand=vs&collectionId=d65acb42-aba7-429b-9cd3-ffff3c77b534&limit=180&priceType=regular&productId=03d23ce1-f093-4049-a41e-9c8634a0ac9b&stackId=7438a64e-22b5-4b41-a009-cadab4f29103&genericId=11216955&choice=54A2&product_position=22&stack_position=1&dataSource=manual-collection).
Her pale skin practically glowed under the black lace and Elle’s red hair was on fire in the candle light.
“No,” I said as my cock began to swell.
Elle slowly stalked past me, never breaking eye contact, and closed the door.
“Seriously, Elle, we’re not doing this,” I responded, my cock now in a battle against my boxers.
Elle remained silent, a rarity, and stepped towards me. She stood just inches away, not touching me, not saying a word, her eyes big and pouty. For a moment, we just stared at each other. My willpower was thinner than an eggshell and she knew it. Elle grabbed my hands and brought them to her chest, resting my palms on her perky B-cups.
“Fuck me and then decide if you want to take your things,” she said. It was her final attempt, the Hail Marry, to get me to stay.
I was mad that she’d done this, but also incredibly turned on.
Elle could sense my reservations so she pulled out the big gun. She spun around and gave me a view of her ass. It was my Kryptonite and she knew it. Firm, round and perky, I’d pumped more loads of cum into this girl because of that ass than I can count. Elle began to wiggle her hips as she pressed her butt against my bulge. She closed her eyes and laid her head back against my shoulder as she moved her hips, my cock finding its way between her cheeks.
My mind was racing. This was a bad idea. I needed to get away from this girl and fucking her was quite the opposite.
On the other hand, dear lord was this hot.
I made a deal with myself, I’ll fuck her one last time, but I wasn’t going to cum in her. There was absolutely nothing logical about this train of thought, but I didn’t give a damn.
I put my hands on Elle’s hips and pulled her in close, leaning down and planting a kiss on her waiting lips. Neither of us said anything as we stood there and made out, but I know our minds were racing in different directions.
“I’ve got him,” she was thinking, sure that her seduction plan had saved a doomed relationship.
“I’m going to fuck her so hard, she’ll never wear this lingerie for a different guy,” I thought.
And that’s exactly what I did.
Part 2 on the way…
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/11a8sop/the_last_fuck_with_my_slightly_crazy_ex_mf_part_1
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