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Sorry to split the stories in half, but together, it exceeded the character limitation. Thanks for reading! Dan now alone lived in small apartment in a big city. He had graduated and moved out of the tranquil of New England and into a more bustling environment. He had a good job, he had met some new friends and kept up with old friends. He was relatively happy, in the way that most recent grads are. It wasn’t the same happiness that he had in college, where the most pressing decision is whether to play the latest video game or read the Odyssey, and where the reality of how America works in the twenty-first century only crept sinisterly in the background of booze-fueled partying and a series of inconsequential misadventures. The fact that a college degree was less relevant to having a good life made little dent in the bubble of sex and alcohol and drugs. No, the happiness was rather a realization that the best times were in the past, but good times still remained. It was another Saturday, just like the one five years ago when Alex and he finally figured out that they liked each other. His thoughts were focused on her, mostly because, amidst all the annoying photos of impossibly happy people, it had just showed up on his Facebook that she was moving to the city. This wasn’t necessarily unexpected. He didn’t quite know the details of her life anymore, but he knew enough that she would have more success here. He knew she was doing some job she was overqualified for in their small hometown — PR or advertising or something like that, even though her dream was to work for a music label, of which the city had plenty, finding and promoting new acts. He assumed this meant she had found such a position. He unwisely looked through her recent photos, and it did nothing to calm the already turbulent and lusty thoughts he was having. They’d fucked a few times since the breae up. It was a hard habit to quit. Neither of them jumped into different relationships, and the sex made sense at the time at least. Even though they had their problems, they still knew how to make the other come like no one else. But it had now been two years since then — almost three. There was an unspoken agreement that they should move on, and Dan had done his best. There was no shortage of single women in the city, many of them pretty, many of them certainly datable for more than just a night. He had something going with this one woman, Miriam. They weren’t exclusive, but it was trending in that direction. He, at least, had shown no resistance. But, damn, he thought. After all these years, he still felt a strong desire for Alex. Who, he had to say, had lost none of her allure as he looked through her latest photos. The relationship had ended. Bitterly. But somehow they still ran into each other all the time. The campus was small, they had the same friends. It was difficult to avoid each other. Though they both knew the end had come — and how could it not, he thought, after she had fucked that jackass — they were both still very much in love and lust with each. They tried to act normal in public, but she would do something terrible like look at him with those hooded eyes and bite her lip and he would be hard within seconds. He eventually learned how to resist. But not before a series of alternatingly angry and downright dirty fucking. It was these memories, in their long history, to which he most often turned for inspiration. He probably could — and should — just call Miriam. But he was too into it by now. He closed his eyes. It was a few months after the break up, at the beginning of the summer. He was home, watching his parent’s house while they vacationed. Basketball was on the TV, while he enjoyed some of his parent’s wine. His phone buzzed. ALEX: Hey. What’s up? DAN: Nothing much, just watching TV. ALEX: Cool. Well, I’m in your neighborhood at a party. Mind if I stop by? Dan thought for a moment. They’d had their unofficial agreement to stop ending up in bed with each a few weeks back. It was possible he was reading too much into her texts, as she did express her feelings and he agreed that the two of them should try to stay friends. DAN: Sure, but don’t expect me to entertain you. I’m having a nice quiet night. ALEX: That’s fine. She showed up in just a few minutes. He could tell she had had a drink or two, but she certainly wasn’t obnoxious or wasted. He, too, after all, was buzzed. For awhile, they sat around watching television and talking like normal people. After the second glass of wine, that’s when things got interesting. It started, improbably, with her making some remark about how much thinner he looked. She had seen his body change from a mortal version of Rafael Nadal to the body of an typical college student. He did his best to keep off extra weight, but it was difficult when you weren’t doing drills every day. Since the breakup, he’d been more religious about exercise and participating in intramural games. The trademark Alex tease came after the remark about his weight. "I bet you could even fit into my shorts now," she said. It was a strange thing to say, and it was hard to tell how her shorts would fit. Despite her curves, Alex was smaller than him in some ways. He appraised her, trying to guess her intentions. He settled for another sip of wine, and decided to call her bluff. "Is that a challenge?" "You bet." "Then give me your shorts." They both looked at each other, but it was hard to say exactly what the other was thinking. At any viv thomas free videos rate, the sexual tension was palpable. He half expected her to back out of it: this was such a weird way to initiate. The play clock on the TV buzzed. "Fine, look the other way." "What, I’ve seen it all before." Her eyes narrowed. "Look the other way." Dan acquiesced and heard her shuffle to take off her shorts and then grab the blanket behind her. "There, let’s see how good you look in women shorts." "Hey, this isn’t about male or female. It’s about the fact that you were obviously desperate for a way to get me out of my pants." "Or maybe I’m just impressed that you finally started taking care of yourself again. I’m giving you an opportunity to impress me, Dan, now that your legs actually look like you’ve left the couch." "I have nothing to prove to you." "Yet there you are, holding my shorts," she said, laughing. Dan rolled his eyes. Unlike her, he had no shame and he knew she had a weakness for tight boxer-briefs. He stood up right in front of her and slid down the gym shorts he had on. As he did so, he looked down appreciatively at the pleasant bulge in his grey underwear, knowing that Alex could hardly contain herself at such a site without making a move. She cleared her throat, as if she were suddenly nervous. He pulled up her shorts and they barely fit around him — like a second pair of underwear, still showcasing what he knew was his bulge. "Well, it, uh, looks like they fit," she said, "Good job, on the whole workout thing." He watched as she took another — rather big — gulp of wine. "I guess we know what happens next." "We do?" she asked, confused. "You leave before this gets out of hand," he said, feeling the bitterness well up, fighting the serious arousal he had built up, knowing that she was either naked under the blanket or in her typical skimpy underwear. "You’re probably right," she said. But when he looked at her, she had the mischievous glint in her eye he knew too well. He expected her to grab her shorts, put them on under the blanket, and leave. She did the exact opposite. She threw off the blanket. Dan felt himself freeze. She sat there in a lacy, scarlet thong. He thought he could smell her arousal. "Will you give me my shorts?" she asked. The sultry note in her voice was unmistakable. As if under a spell, Dan undid the button and pushed the shorts down, never moving his eyes from the sight before him. As he prepared to hand them over, she reached out quickly, grabbed them, making Dan lose his balance. He fell right on top of her, and she grabbed the back of his head and pulled it into her neck. "Fuck me," she whispered in his ear, "Fuck me, like the slut I am." Even if Dan tried to resist, he seriously doubted he was capable. He was hers, absolutely; the lust at the sound of her whispered voice overwhelmed him. He ripped off her shirt, with a menace that felt alien — as if he had lost control of his body. Pushing her back into the couch, he grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her mouth to his — biting her lip hard. "Fuck you," he growled. His other hand busied itself finding her glorious tits, naturally encased in a matching lacy bra. He thought to himself, she planned this — and the seduction only pissed him off more. Her breast filled his entire hand comfortably. He pulled the edge of bra down over the nipple, and twisted it hard. At the same time his cock, harder than it had been months, pressed violently against her clearly aroused sex. She groaned. "Yes, baby, like that." He pulled her mouth back to his, fighting her with his tongue and then moving to her neck, biting all along her jaw, onto the soft delicate skin of her neck. Kissing and biting his way down, as he ground his hardness into her and caressed her exposed breast. "Take me to the bedroom." He pulled her up and carried her, viv thomas lesbian their mouths still connected as he made his way toward his bedroom. He threw her down on the bed. "Touch yourself." She looked at him, with those eyes that screamed an innocence that wasn’t there. "If that’s what you want." He stood and took off his shirt, letting her see the chest and abs he had worked so hard on the past few months. He kept on his boxer briefs as he watched her get comfortable and slowly snake her hand over her panties and begin rubbing. At first she made eye contact with him as she rubbed her pussy. But then she slipped her hand underneath the wet lace and touched her clit directly — her eyes snapped upwards and shut. She sounded as if someone had just knocked the air out of her. "Oh, Dan, it feels so good. You like when I play with myself? You know I love it." "Shut up and keep going." She moaned at the harshness in his voice. She kept rubbing herself. The sound of her wetness filled his ears, the way it sounded as she pushed a finger deep inside of her. He watched as she kept one finger inside of her and brought her other hand down to play with her clit — rubbing faster and faster. "Can I take off my panties?" she asked, as if asking if she could have an iced tea. It made him achingly hard. "Where are your manners." "I’m sorry, sir," she moaned loudly, as she pushed a third finger deep inside of her. "May I please, sir, take off my panties. I want to, oh, Dan, I want to show you how wet I am." "Yes, take them off." The eager slut removed them quickly, clearly wanting to waste no time without touching her pussy. He watched the obscenely vera viv thomas sexy sight of her own fingers pushing inside of her; her breasts, heaving up and down with the exertion, and the hard nipples pointing upwards, begging to be touched; the glistening of sweat beginning to appear on her forehead; her tightly scrunched eyes and wide open mouth, moaning and groaning under the pleasure of it all. "Stop," Dan said. "Get on your hands and knees." "Yes, sir." She had quickly assumed her role; Dan smiled, it taken him a long time to figure out how much it turned her on to be treated this way. But once he had figured it out, well, then things got interesting. The sight in front of him always threatened to make Dan come. Her body poised, expectant. Her head down, as if she were a poor supplicant before a king. And her ass. Too perfect for words. A bubble butt, as the term goes in crass porn titles. Her asshole and pussy vulgarly on display, shining with the wetness of her arousal. He moved right up behind her. "You’re such a bad girl, you know that right. You invite yourself over" — he spanked her, with all the force he could summon, leaving a bright red mark — "You drink my wine" — again, leaving her a mess of whimpering — "You tease me" — again, the whimpering increased, sounding more like a groan of pleasure — "You wear my favorite color of underwear" — again, her ass, bright red — "You knew the whole time what you were going to do here, didn’t you? — again, but this time she moaned so loudly that he thought she had come, her pussy seemed even wetter than before, her lips expanding. "Yes, sir, it’s true, I’m sorry, I’m sorry," she managed between moans. "I just wanted your cock. Your hard fat cock. Please can I have your cock, sir. I’ll do whatever you say." "Take off my underwear," Dan commanded. Eagerly, Alex moved around so that she was now facing him. She gently pulled down Dan’s boxer-briefs, licking her lips as the cock she knew so intimately slowly revealed itself, its hardness definite. Dan kept himself well groomed, preferring the feel of smooth balls. "Take me in your mouth." Without response, Alex immediately engulfed his sizable manhood. Long ago she had mastered the techniques and the touches that drove him wild. She began with one long suck, forcing as much of him into her mouth and slowly withdrawing, so as to wet his entire cock. Then she looked up at him, as she lowered herself down onto the floor. On her knees, she moved her left hand to gently cup his balls, caressing gently back and forth. Her mouth found the tip of his cock, kissing it. Her right hand gripped the bottom of his shaft, twisting and stroking. She took his head completely in and Dan groaned in pleasure, telling her she was such a good girl. Alex moved her hands off and bobbed her head fast on his cock, letting Dan fuck her mouth. She reached her hands up towards his well-defined chest, and raked her nails down, before moving them to the back and grabbing his ass — forcing his cock even deeper in her mouth. She always struggled taking his full length, but he could tell that she wanted him. All of him. Her eyes looked up at him, slightly watering, full of desire. Bringing her hand back to his balls, she increasing her grip around him. The pleasure was intense. Dan looked down, and enjoyed the site of his ex-girlfriend, slavishly sucking his cock, her full breasts moving sensuously to the rhythm of her movements, nipples begging to be touched. He could feel the come building within him at her expert skills. "Stop." She stopped, but not without a whimper of sadness. "Did I do something wrong, sir? Did you not like it?" "You were a good girl. But I need to taste you now." She moaned. The delight in her eyes was unambiguous, as was her surprise as he quickly bent down and picked her up and threw her down on the bed. He then flipped her over, stomach flat against the mattress, her ass — still red from his palm — teasing him with its erotic curve and the gap that betrayed her most intimate parts. She moved her head to look back at him, her dark eyes vulnerable and needy. Dan moved onto the bed, and moved his mouth down to kiss the redness on her ass. "You’ve been patient, and you did such a good job pleasing me. Would you like me to touch you?" Her answer was a moaned please. He gently caressed her cheeks, alternating between pushing and pulling them together. The site of her glistening pussy made his cock twitch. "Where would you like me to touch you? Here?" He moved his mouth close to the edge of her sex, kissing and biting. "Yes, that’s good, baby." "What about here?" He moved his mouth to her tight rosebud, and gave it a quick lick. "Oh, fuck." He watched her knuckles turn white gripping the sheets. "You probably want it here too," he said, whispering, letting his breath touch her sex. He took one long lick from right below her clit and then back up toward her ass. His hands forcefully gripped her ass. The overpowering taste and smell of her drove him crazy with lust. "Please, Dan, I want to feel you inside of me, please." Acquiescing, he pushed a finger inside of her. Her wetness easily accommodating the intrusion as he drew his finger along the top of her sex. He brought his mouth back down on the bottom of her vagina, and then licked his way to her asshole, still wet from his earlier kiss. "Fuck, that feels fucking good. I want you to fuck me with your tongue. Oh, shit, oh," Her words were drowned out by the moans as Dan increased his speed and added a second finger. His tongue rimmed her asshole, licking around the edges, playing with her needs. "I missed your tongue so much, oh, shit, it feels good. I love when you lick me there. It feels so good, Dan, no one else has touched me there, no one but you. Fuck, fuck, yes, please, harder, babe, don’t stop, please, don’t stop, don’t stop." He moved his mouth off her ass and drew back. His fingers still plunged in and out of her wet pussy, his thumb circling gently her hard clit. He slapped her ass again. "Are you ready for me to fuck you?" "Yes, please, fuck me." "I don’t think you’re ready." "I promise I am, please, I need your cock so badly." "You’re not convincing me." "Please, sir, let me be your little slut. Use my pussy. Fuck it hard. Take me however you want. Just give me your hard cock, please," she said, in between moans as his fingers found her g-spot. "Let me come all over your you." "Turn over," Dan said. She did, and he suddenly remembered how much he missed seeing her breasts. He moved up, letting his cock graze against her mound, as his mouth found her nipple, sucking it into his mouth. He moved up from her breasts, kissing her neck, biting the skin, before kissing her with the all the pent-up desire built from the second she walked into his home. He locked eyes with her. Her face, so beautiful and so vulnerable and so trusting. Her mouth slightly open, still catching her breath from the oral sex and the kissing. He pushed the tip of his cock inside of her. Even with all the prep work, her pussy was still tight. He pulled back out, letting her adjust to his size, before pushing in half of his length. Eyes still locked. As he pulled out the second time, her hands found his ass and she pulled him completely inside her with desperate urgency. She screamed with pleasure as she felt his full cock bury itself deep inside of her. "Holy fucking shit, I forgot how good you felt. Now fuck me like a whore," she said. He gripped her throat, applying slight pressure. In his mind, Dan was thinking through the checklist of Alex’s kinks: ass play, choking, roughness, dirty talk. Alex also preferred to begin hard and fast: she had once told him that she got off on the uncontainable, uncontrollable desire that such fucking intimated. He had no problem accommodating her needs, as he himself needed to thoroughly and completely dominate her after watching and listening to her sexy whimpers of pleasure and pain. He ground the base of his cock against her clit, as he aggressively slammed his full length inside and out of her wet sex. His free hand had found her tit, pushing and caressing and twisting. For the next few minutes, neither of them had the ability to say words or do anything besides let out their moans and groans of pleasure. The fucking, fast and hard, made Alex squirm beneath him, her eyes shut, her mouth open. Dan, doing his best to control himself and not let loose early, focused on the rhythm and his breathing, keeping his hands busy. "Come inside of me," Alex demanded. "What? Already?" "Just keep fucking me until you fill my pussy with your come. I want it inside of me." Through all their years together, Dan had actually never come inside of her. He looked at Alex, trying to decide whether it was a good idea, but her eyes were closed once again and she was oblivious to his confusion. "Oh, fuck, Dan, your fucking cock is amazing, faster, baby, I want you to fill me with your hot come," she said. He could feel himself nearing the point of no return. He gripped her neck tighter; she whimpered and said harder. He was abusing her pussy. There was no other way to describe the speed and aggression with which he was fucking her senseless. And then, it was done. Dan moaned, as if in inscrutable agony. He released himself inside of her. "That’s it, come for me, oh fill me up, I’m your little slut, oh, shit, yes, yes, baby," Alex urged him on. Somewhere in his brain, he registered that her pussy was constricting around him, taking his come inside of her as she experienced her own orgasm spreading through her body. Dan fell off of her. He took a look at his glistening package and then stared at the ceiling before closing his eyes. He felt Alex move her head to his chest, her body now on its side. "That was incredible," she said, "But you’re not done yet. You’ve still got two more holes to claim." Dan opened his eyes again. He took a deep breath. He’d been lazily stroking his cock while he relived that night of marathon sex, trying his best to remember every detail. Alex’s promise was not empty. That night she had shown a depth of naughtiness and adventure that she’d always hinted at during their real relationship. It had all finally come out in that strange freedom of having no relationship but knowing the other person better than they knew themselves. He closed his eyes again as he remembered the way she had reached down to her pussy and tasted herself — and him, too, with their come intermingled. How she teased him with dirty hints about how she wished that they had a third person there with them, so this mysterious woman could eat out Alex’s pussy while he recovered. How she begged him to fuck her ass, to finally fuck her ass properly, and how different and how warm it felt to be fully inside of her ass, and how hard he came as he filled her second hole with his come. How both, nearly exhausted, at three in the morning, turned on porn as they stroked each other back to arousal, with Alex and Dan revealing their deepest fantasies as they watched other people fuck. And then as they, much more gently, fucked each other one last time that night, she had taken him in her mouth at the end and swallowed every last drop. His eyes moved back to his computer, where Alex’s Facebook page was still open. He supposed the next few months was going to be an interesting new chapter in his life. jlb1990