the nastiest sex of (M)y li(F)e | 2016

Hey reddit, I'm not much of a writer, and this is my first post. But I have a story, it's one-hundred percent true, and nasty as fuck, and it needs to be told. Prepare to hear the dirtiest sex story of your life.

So to start things off let me tell you about my sexy-as-fuck ex boyfriend. Lets call him Dave. This man was fucking ridiculous, just oozing male sexuality. For starters he was half native American, half German Mennonite. So obviously he was gorgeous, caramel skin, dark eyes, high cheekbones, and this mouth, oh my god his fucking mouth! It was perfect! He had these big lips, with a super defined cupid's bow, and a sexy-please-fuck-me pout. And perfect teeth, his smile could melt the heart of a fucking Ciberman. He was beautiful, prettier than me I might add. People on chat roulette often thought we were two girls.

He also had a ponytail. I'm not even joking! This man walked right off the front cover of a fucking erotic novel! He had this thick dark curly hair, and he always kept it in a ponytail. Not to mention he wore a leather jacket and played the fucking saxophone, and the bass! He played the fucking bass. And he could really play too, like holy fuck, not only was he incredibly good looking, he was also talented, like SUPER talented. If he heard something, he automatically knew how to play it, and his jazz improvisation made panties drop faster than you could say “who the fuck is Kenny g?”.

Yeah this guy was fucking perfect, he looked sort off like a cross between Slash, and Taylor Lautner in an ACDC band tee, and he was the chillest person I ever knew. My two favorite memories of us are, the two of us puking into the same toilette bowl and holding back eachother's hair, and the second, stealing my parents ladder to make street art on a bridge at three in the morning.

Man this guy was sexy. Me? Fuck if I know what I look like!? I guess I'm white, and a girl, and not fat, and not skinny. Also my hair is fabulous! Like seriously it is the envy of all dames. He could probably describe me waaay better than that, but whateves. Picture me how ever you want. Any way, lets get to the sex. Imagine the two of us. It's been three months since we broke up, and this is the third time we've seen each other. We're at a party in my friends attic/third floor. I've had a few glasses of shitty homemade wine, and have just come back in from smoking a blunt on the roof, so as you can imagine, I'm pretty fucked. Not to mention it's been about three months since I've gotten any. So yeah, this is the state I'm in.

So in waltzes Dave, he's looking sexy as ever, wearing jeans and a t-shit. God fucking damn, how can one person look so fucking good in jeans and a t-shirt?! I'm sitting there in my bra (my friend took off her shirt, and drunk me thought I would save her from embarrassing herself by putting a shirt on her, unfortunately the only shirt I had access to was my own, so yeah, also she managed to wriggle out of my shirt, and toss it god-knows where, so neither of us have shirts now) so there I am sitting half naked, crunk out of my mind and horny as fuck.

My friend just came back from a trip to Israel and he brought back a hooka, so we're all sitting around the table, blowing smoke rings and shit. There's not a lot of chairs so naturally I'm sitting on Dave’s lap, half naked and putting this dick shaped thing to my lips and blowing smoke rings like a champ. As you can imagine the sexual tension is off the charts, his boners is literally trying to burrow a hole through my jeans.

Any way we're blowing smoke between the two of us, back and forth trying to see how long we can go for. And our lips are just barley touching. Whenever he tries to go further I pull away, because I'm a classy lady (obviously) and because I want to see how badly he wants it. I'm getting head rocked real good, and there's a haze of smoke filling the room. He has one hand on my lower back and the other on my inner thigh. My head is spinning, I pull away again.

“Richelle, you're killing me” He says, forehead between my breasts. “I miss you so much” he lifts his face to me and look him in the eyes for the first time that night. He's so sad, and lost looking, like a little puppy. Until that moment I don't think it really dawned on me how hard the break up was on him. He looks like he's about to cry. I hug him to my chest. His arms slowly circle around my waist and we hold each other for a few minuets. When we pull away, our eyes meet again, and it's on, brotha it's on like donkey-kong.

We sneak off into a linen closet, and basically attack each other, slowly at first, soft kissing, and gentle caresses, testing the waters, then all hell breaks loose. There's hair pulling and neck biting, and back scratching. My bra is off and he's rolling one nipple between his thumb and fore finger, and teasing the other with his tongue, my fingers are in his hair, and my breathing is getting pretty heavy. I'm lying in a pile of pillows and blankets that we knocked off of the shelf in our passion. A thin layer of sweat is forming on my chest and face.

Slowly he begins leaving a trail of kisses down my torso, and God does he take his time, paying special attention to my ribs and hipbones, making me wriggle around with excitement, but he keeps me still with his two large, dexterous hands.

He takes the front of my jeans with one hand and holds me down with the other taking off my pants and my underwear in one foul swoop, leaving a trail of my juices up the inner part of my thigh. I shiver with anticipation. My underwear, and my jeans are bunched up and hanging off one of my ankles. Slowly he moves my knees apart, exposing my nether regions, I feel myself open up. I should also mention, that, at this time, I am on my period, and we are both aware of it, and this fact is deterring no one.

He licks and nibbles his way down one leg, and then pauses inches above me, taking his sweet sweet time. Then, unexpectedly, his mouth is on my clit. I bite my knuckles to stop myself from calling out. His expert tongue making tiny figure eights.

Then, his face is replaced by a hand, rubbing me in slow circles. My hips move with his rhythm. He moves up to kiss me. Our lips meet, and I can taste myself on him. At this point I am incredibly aroused.

Slowly he enters me with one long finger, movement ceases as I adjust to the size ( it's been awhile, and I am as tight as a fucking virgin). He begins to pump, in and out, hitting my g-spot every time. My breathing increases, as does his speed, I begin wriggling around, I grab hold of him, pressing his body tight to mine, whispering his name in his ear, I writhe in pleasure and in no time at all I am recovering from the waves of my first orgasm.

His finger still inside of me, he begins motion again, and slowly adds another, I inhale sharply,adjusting again to the change in size, his mouth again has moved down to my clit, his tongue and fingers moving in perfect synchronization. I am a ball of pure ecstasy, rolling around in pleasure, my back arches and head lolls back. He increases speed (he's doing that g-spot spider man move thing, and god is it fucking doing the trick). My mouth is open letting out silent moans. He removes his lips replacing them with his thumb.

His face is up right next to mine. “You gonna cum for me baby?”he says “Cummon let me see you cum”. No joke, he actually said that. That was just about enough to send me over the edge.

I can't say anything because of the fucking orgasm that is fast approaching, but I silently nod, and hold his face with two hands. His hand begins to move at warp speed, and he silences my cries with his mouth. I feel myself tighten around his fingers, and we both know what's coming, he ninja moves out of the way, as his fingers are pushed out of me, my hands clench fistfuls of his hair, my whole body tightens as I fucking squirt two full cups worth of liquid onto my friends decorative blankets.

"hahaha, oh my god, holy shit” I hear him say. My body goes limp. I couldn't even move if I wanted to. He wipes his bloody hands and face on a thermarest and then collapses beside me. He knows whats coming. I begin to shake and shiver uncontrollably. Even though it's north of thirty degrees in there, I am freezing. He holds me tightly to his steamy body until I calm down. Then a new form of shaking racks my body. I begin sobbing (this always happen after I orgasm). He know this and strokes my hair and lets me cry on his shoulder until I'm done.

I blink the tears out of my eyes and kiss him passionately. I am so fucking horny, and I want him to feel as good as I just did. I rip of the remainder of his clothing and attack his dick like I'm dying of hunger, and the only food in the world left is his cum. We 69 for a bit, until I orgasm, then he fingers me as I give him a handy, until I orgasm again, then I give him some more head. This man seriously has the stamina of a fucking monk.

The closet feels like a sauna, and we're both covered I mean COVERED in sweat. I really want to feel him inside of me, but the condom's all the way on the other side of the room, out side of the closet, and all of our friends and the TV.

Dave decides to go on a mission-impossible Indiana Jones type adventure to retrieve it. All of our friends are watching magic school bus on netflix. I watch, completely naked from the closet, as he embarks on the journey.

When he returns successfully, there is no stopping us. The clothing comes off again, and we are both completely naked and sweaty. He rolls on the condom, and positions himself in front of my entrance, dipping a finger inside of me just to be sure. He has one hand on my hip, and the other on his shaft, I help guide him in. His swollen head stretching me open. I wince in pain, he's a lot to take in. Not too long, but the girth of a Norse God. He moves his hand to my face, and bends over to kiss my cheek. Brushing the hair out of my eyes he rests his hand by the side of my head, leaning on it.

“You okay?” he asks. I nod, biting my lip, and he continues. Millimeter, by milimeter, further, and further I am stretched. Until we meet at the hilt. I exhale and we rest there for a minuet. His chest against mine. Both breathing heavily. I feel myself slowly pulsing around his length, and I shiver all over. We're connected, I feel wholeness that I haven't felt in quite a while.

“I've missed you so much Richelle”I hear him say, buried in my hair. I lift his face to me and kiss him deeply.

“I'm here now Dave”. He begins to move, forehead to mine, he slides in and out of me. His pace quickens. I'm panting his name, and scratching his back, fingernails digging into flesh. Then I'm cumming, I see stars, and he doesn't stop or slow down. He flips us over, so now I'm on top, both hands on my hips he pushes himself in deeper, grinding against my clit. I have my hand on the wall for support and the other is playing with my breasts that are bouncing about wildly. I cum again, collapsing forward and soaking us both, but he does not slow down. Insanely nasty wet slapping sounds can be heard from miles away. He pounds away until I finish one more time. He ends with three slow deep penetrating strokes. Then he pulls out still hard, with the condom on.

I am spent. I lie there in a pool of my own mess, a blubbering fool.

“here put this on” he tosses me his shirt. I can see that he has his jeans on, no boxers though. I put on the shirt with out a bra, and pull on my jeans with out my panties, god knows where those ended up.

“Follow me” he says and then guides me blinking out of the closet. We sneak past our friends and down the stairs. Holding my hand he leads me into our friend's parents bedroom. It's incredibly air conditioned and the cold is making my nipples hard.

He grabs me by the shoulders spins me around and whips off my clothing before I even have a chance to kiss him. He pushes me onto the bed, drops his trousers, and is suddenly inside of me. I moan in surprise. Between the sound of the AC, and the music upstairs, nobody can hear us. Gone is gentle Dave. I've already had my orgasms. This is selfish. It's his turn now. He lifts my hips to meet his. Standing at the edge of the bed, he fucks me until I've cum at least twice, then he flips me over. My feet are on the floor and my face is in the covers. Still inside of me he pulls my head back by the hair and slaps my ass HARD. I cry out.

“Yeah, you like that, you fucking slut”. I stand on my tip toes, his hand on my hips he fucks me vigorously from behind, his balls slapping against my clit. At this point I'm screaming like I'm getting murdered or something and he's fucking loving it, slamming me harder and faster each time.

“I want you on the floor on all fours” He commands me.

“Wh-” I begin to say. He slams himself deep within me, hitting my cervix, I moan loudly and keel over.

“I said, on the floor!”. I obey and position myself on the carpet, ass in the air. He kneels behind me, and slides inside. He withdraws completely and slides back in, submerging himself fully, he does this same motion until I feel like I'm about to explode.

“Dave, please” I say. I can't take any more of this. That all the invitation he needs. He wildly pounds me until my arms give out. He plays with my tits for a bit, and then grabs both my wrists and pulls himself deeper into me. My eyes roll back into my head, a slew of incoherent noises and moans spill from my lips as I am shook by one orgasm, after another. He is just going ham, he fucks me until I fall forward, and then he literally fucks me sideways. Holding onto one leg, the other underneath him, I empty myself onto the floor for the fourth time this night . I hear Dave laugh in content.

“Oh, yeah you fucking like that, don't you, oh god you're so fucking tight” he pulls out, and then holds me as I shake, and cry, yet again.

“that was so good” I say to him “you're perfect”. He kisses me and then holds my hand and guides me over to the easy boy. He sits down and then motions for me to sit on top of him. I turn around, and with both feet on the chair, I lower myself onto him. I rock back and forth riding him slowly. I arch backwards until my head is next to his. I guide his hands all over my torso, and I hear little moans from the back of his throat. One hand play with my breast and the other with my clit. I tease him like this until he gets his strength back.

One hand on my back he pushes me forward till he is completely withdrawn, we both stand. He pick me up, and carefully lowers me onto the bed. He then climbs in with me. I get on top, an begin to ride him, this is the home stretch I can feel it. He always finishes in cowgirl.

Our pace quickens and I can see his face begin to twitch. I take a second to appreciate how cute his sex face it. Eyes closed and eyebrows knit together he looks like he is concentrating really hard on something. I can feel my own orgasm building. We both move as one. Heavy breathing I feel like we're racing each other. Rapidly approaching the same destination. Hands on my hips, he drills me harder than ever before, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, He opens his eyes, and we smile at each other for a moment.

My inner walls tighten around him, as I feel my final orgasm approach.

“OHHHHHH DDDDAAAAAYYYYAYAYYAYAYAYYAAAVE” I call out as I collapse onto his chest and he fucks my limp body. I might have passed out for a bit here, I'm not sure. But when I come to, Dave is still wildly fucking me, and I know he's not going to finish from intercourse. I put my hand on his chest to slow him, and he withdraws.

“Nuuughaaa” I say and collapse onto him again.

But before he has time to calm down, I jump off, whip of dat condom, and give him a crazy-insane blowjob handy until he fills my mouth with his baby gravy.

And that is the story of the nastiest sex I've ever had. We spent the rest of the night cuddling and talking about our emotions until our friend came in and kicked us out of his parents bed.

tldr: I had drunk/high sex in a sweaty closet, then friend's parent's bed with ex boyfriend, while on my period.