Switching between my ex's (or 'The time I was a bastard') [MFF] | 2016

Now a less exciting memory, but still a memory, form when I was a bit of an asshole.

Before dating my other gf I'd had a relationship that didn't work out followed by the genius idea to date her friend after. Needless to say, that was a dumb idea. Neither relationship lasted longer than 3 months and their friendship suffered for it. It did however breed competition.

I was 23 at the time and both girls were 18 (I was going through a phase where I thought it was also smart to sleep with co-workers who were barely out of High School). They both were trying to maintain a friendship with me under the belief that we'd start dating again, making them the preferred ex. Like I said, dumb idea on my part.

They were both over at my house at this point (the one I lived at while with my future gf, not the place I shared with my future voyeur housemates), and they were both over while we all attempted to maintain the facade of 'staying friends'. Ella, the first girl I'd dated, made the first move. She started cuddling against me while we all watched TV, squeezing my leg and nuzzling against my neck. Since I'm not a corpse, I was quickly arounsed and for some reason, thought it was a good idea to take Ella back to my room.

Ella wasn't my most attractive ex. She was about a foot shorter than me, brunette, chubby and flat-chested. But she was at the point where she thought giving amazing blow jobs would win me back, so I wasn't complaining. Even though they still weren't great. It was a quickie at best. She started sucking my cock, bobbing her head up and down but with too much teeth and not enough rhythm. She was fingering herself while sucked before I finally decided to just fuck. Ella suffered from Dead Starfish Syndrome, so I opted for doggy, bending her over and fucking her, not bothering to grab a condom before pulling out and cumin on her ass and back.

I heard the door to my room close quietly and put two and two together and we cleaned up and went back to the living room where Melissa, my other ex, acted like nothing had happened. We finished watching the episode we'd been watching before Mel made her move. She made the excuse of needing my help with something before leading me back to my room.

She quickly started making her move, kissing me and rubbing my crotch before I started undressing her and stripping down myself. Mel was Ella's opposite in many ways. Still brunette and flat-chested, but slender and around my height.

She soon dropped to her knees and began sucking me until I was hard again, which didn't take much. Mel, however, had the problem of being to rough with her hands and teeth during blowjobs, so I quickly position her on my bed and hung her head over the side. Without a gag reflex, it was my favorite way to throat-fuck her while I fingered her pussy and played with her tits. I didn't want to take too long though, so I picked her up again, sat her on my desk and spread her wet pussy and spread her legs wide.

Sliding in, I started to fuck heart a decent rhythm while she moaned and called my name needlessly loud, much louder than she was normally. I knew why, but I didn't care, even when she started to intentionally give my as many love bites as possible.

It wasn't long until I was ready to cum again though, and I had her on her knees as I came in her mouth and on her tits while she swallowed what she could. We got dressed and Mel made a show of walking out of my room naked, rinsing off in my kitchen sink where she knew Ella could see while she got dressed.

We all sat back down and kept watching TV, but there was an obvious awkward silence. Within 20 minutes, both were saying they needed to live with both making a big show of kissing me goodbye while I remained indifferent.

It wasn't long though until I met my next gf, pissing them both off further when they realised were were never getting back together.