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Ex-Sex
by J.E.Ashbourne (jennifereliseashbourne@yahoo.co.uk)

***

A man and his Ex, release some sexual tension. (MF, nc, 
rp, oral, anal, rough)

***

I fucking hate my ex. What a bitch! I sometimes wonder 
why we ever got together, except that I was desperate 
for a fuck and she threw herself at me. Fortunately that 
resulted in the only good thing in my life, my daughter, 
Jessie. I tried to stick with her mother for her sake, 
but her mother wasn't having any of it as she wanted to 
be fucking around like the slut she is. 

I saw my daughter as much as I could and my ex, Julia, 
wanted me to have her as much as possible. As long as 
she got the money for her I could have my daughter as 
much as I liked. Some women just shouldn't have kids, 
and Julia was one of those women.

I was bringing back my 5 year old daughter, Jessie, 
after a weekend with me, when Julia started off that 
Jessie needed shoes and a new coat. I told her I had 
paid her maintenance, but she said she needed more. She 
was always doing stuff like this. I was so sick of it.

"Can we just put Jessie to bed?" I said, as I was still 
holding her in my arms, and she was sleeping on my 
shoulder.

"Alright. Take her up," she said reluctantly.

I moved past her and took my little angel upstairs to 
her room. I had decorated her room myself only last year 
and it was lovely. Winnie The Pooh wallpaper and light 
bright yellow with stencils on the other walls. Pooh 
Bear trimmings – bedspread, curtains etcetera. I wanted 
the best for her, always.

I came downstairs and Julia was in the kitchen making a 
couple of coffees, assuming I would stay to talk over 
her demands. She handed me a cup and she sat down on the 
sofa in the living room. I knew exactly what she was 
doing and so did she. She was suckering me into a 
"conversation" about the money, which meant she was 
going to be nice, then bitchy, then nice, then bitchy, 
angry, demanding and screaming, Jessie would wake up and 
start crying because "we" were fighting – when I 
wouldn't have been fighting at all. It was so fucking 
familiar. 

I really wouldn't care if she was a good mother to our 
daughter, but she would waste money on cigarettes and 
phones, apps and other shit she didn't need. Basically, 
I knew that whatever I gave wouldn't be enough. It never 
was. It never had been and it never would be.

I was sitting there looking at her ranting on about 
money, a cigarette burning idly in the same hand she was 
holding her coffee in. She was checking her phone as she 
carried on her little tirade about how I was a bad 
father and I had never been a good husband. I just 
wanted to smash her face in! I'm not a violent guy and I 
only ever slapped her once, and that was when she was 
going crazy in my face. She calmed the fuck right down 
right there, she was so shocked.

But right now as she bitched on about me all I could 
think was how I'm seen her masturbating on the floor 
right between where she and I were now sitting. I 
remembered her squirting a yard down between her legs. I 
remembered her naked. I remembered fucking her. And all 
the while I was remembering she was bitching. She 
glanced up at me from her phone and did a double-take on 
my face.

"Oh my fuckin' God! You're not even listening, are you?"

I couldn't say anything, but my eyes never lie. Julia 
looked into them and she knew that look. 

"You're fuckin' horny, aren't you?" She said, now 
looking at me without distraction.

I smiled and shrugged. She looked right at me and 
smiled. I knew that smile too.

"Maybe we should..."

"Just once?"

"Why not?" I replied.

She tossed her phone onto the sofa and dropped her 
cigarette into her coffee, putting it down. I put my 
coffee down. And suddenly we were just undressing as 
quick as we could! No messing about! We were naked in 
seconds and I was hard as hell!

We were on each other like animals! Lust gripped me as 
we locked in an acrid smoke tasting French kiss and 
moved back onto the sofa. We were still fighting though. 
She wanted this, I wanted that. Every place I put my 
hands was wrong. And she was scratching my back and 
biting my lip. Damn it! We broke off and I tasted blood 
on my lips! She fucking smiled at me, mocking me. 

I pushed her back on the sofa and went down between her 
smooth unceremoniously splayed legs. Her red fiery 
public hair was the only real red on her body, her hair 
colour duped out of a cheap color bottle. I knew she 
loved this; maybe this could tame her spiteful self.

I delved into her succulent peach and tongue fucked the 
bitch! She was holding my head by my hair, pulling it. I 
teased her clit with my trademark tongue flicker, but I 
knew I couldn't let her come or she'd just up and get 
dressed, leaving me blue balled up. I kissed up her 
torso to her swollen tits, even though she was trying to 
push me down, and I clamped upon a bullet nipple like a 
limpet.

Fuck! She was pissed! She pushed me away onto the floor 
and tried to get her cunt up to my face, but we were 
like wrestlers on the floor now, and I wanted some head 
too. She relented and started to suck on me, so I 
reciprocated and reached for her crotch too and we 
sixty-nined right there of the floor. 

Her dew laden skin folds dangled above my face and I had 
to reach up to taste her tangy juice. But I knew I 
couldn't let her come, so I pushed her off me and she 
glared at me with hate and lust. She opened her legs for 
me to get on her, but I pushed her over again so she was 
face down to the floor.

She knew the position and acquiesced to it with poor 
grace, her eyes seething. I straddled her peachy round 
ass; my rampant cock resting up her ass crack. I leaned 
forward, pinning her hands to the floor with mine. Then 
I started to kiss gently all over her hypersensitive 
back. I knew it tickled her and turned her on. I knew 
her erogenous points and worked them with fine breath, 
little erotic kisses and the tip of my wet tongue. She 
was squirming and gasping, panting and whining.

"Just fucking put it in!" She spat.

I moved back enough to let my cock tip trail wetly down 
her ass crack and she wiggled desperately trying to 
position her vagina to my annoying throbbing cock. I let 
it toy with her, playing about her dripping entrance 
like some clumsy adolescent. 

"Fucking put it in, already!" She gasped. She was really 
getting annoyed now. I let my cock head enter her just a 
little and stopped, moving it around in her succulent 
vaginal lips. Her head flicked over her shoulder as much 
as she could manage and she gave me the look every man 
fears if he's in a relationship; that look that means 
you'll never have sex again if you don't do what I want 
right now. Except, I wasn't in a relationship, and I 
didn't fucking care! 

I laughed at her, and she knew she was helpless. She put 
her head down and half growled and half whined into the 
floor. But something inside me moved my hips forward and 
I plunged all the fucking way inside the bitch! I nearly 
came right then! 

Julia is a lot smaller than me, a lot younger too, and 
somehow (despite giving birth) she had retained a tight 
wet hole for me to fuck. It was warm and juicy, and she 
was gripping me and releasing me as I rested deep inside 
her.

"Come on, damn you, fuck me!" She bit off into the 
floor. I started to slide my solid cock in and out of 
her and she started whinnying like a trapped mare. Then 
I stopped again, this time to get my thighs on the 
outside of hers, pushing her thighs together with my 
cock clamped even tighter into her. 

Half kneeling, half sitting, I started to pump into her 
tight insides, the soft firmness of her thighs and butt 
amplifying my own satisfaction tenfold. It must have 
been doing something for her too, because she was now 
resting her face flat to the floor and panting with her 
eyes closed.

I knew this wouldn't take long for either of us. We had 
done this a few times before we split up and I knew she 
got off quick on it. I suppose I was pressed right up to 
her G-spot like this and she was starting to whine a 
high pitched hum through her lips as I started going 
faster and faster. 

"Oh, yeah!" she pleaded.

I went faster, and faster. Her hot wet sex was massaging 
my cock like heaven. What was I doing to her? She was 
shuffling flat on the floor trying to meet my thrusts as 
I went faster and faster still, pumping her pussy like a 
piston. 

Suddenly I was spraying her soaking sex fruit with my 
cum! I gasped and lurched and heard her yell out, "Ohhhh 
Yes!" And my cock was strangled by the vice like grip of 
her vaginal walls squeezing every drop out of me as they 
flushed with their own torrent of hot pungent pussy 
juice. We gasped and fell forward, me on top of her.

It was so good.

But a little quirk about me is that I can actually stay 
hard for hours. It doesn't make any difference if I come 
or not. If I'm still turned on then I'm still hard. It's 
the one thing she really loved about me. So I twitched 
my swollen head inside her.

"Oh no," she said, resisting the idea of doing it again. 
But I twitched again and she gasped. Then I pulled right 
out of her. "You bastard!" She said as she turned around 
to look at me. I smiled wickedly at her and she looked 
at my solid shiny cock as it glistened with our juices. 
She crawled to the sofa and grabbed her phone, starting 
to look through Facebook, no doubt. But her bare ass was 
an invitation I couldn't resist. Women know what they're 
doing, even if they say they don't.

I shuffled over behind her on my knees and started 
kissing her pert round globes, flushed red with passion. 
I could make out her glistening cunt as I felt over her 
globes and sat back to take in the sight. I then let my 
fingers dance up her ticklish spine, my head down and 
kissing selectively as I went, until I felt my pubis 
bump delightfully into her cushioned backside. My cock 
bumped up along wet and sticky folds of flesh, my 
cockhead nudging through her scratchy matted pubic hair. 
I reached under her and felt her free formed breasts, 
never big, but perfectly formed.

"Mmmmm," she hummed, still half looking at her phone.

I straightened up and took the slightest aim and guided 
myself back inside her. It took a few strokes as my cock 
was starting to dry, but once inside I felt it swimming 
with mine and her mixing juices. "Sloppy seconds" came 
into my head, but it didn't stop me. I started thrusting 
in and out of her, almost all the way out and right back 
in to the hilt. I held onto her hips as I worked up a 
rhythm. She dropped her phone and gripped the sofa as I 
went faster and faster, pumping her for all I was worth.

"Is that all you got?" she half shouted into the sofa. I 
went faster, harder. I wanted to fuck the bitch out of 
her! But the more I gave the more she mouthed off in 
increasingly insulting terms.

"Is this how you fuck your boyfriend, Jeff?" – Jeff was 
one of my oldest friends. She never liked him and the 
feeling was mutual.

"Or... Do... you... take it... up the... ass?" She 
blurted between being pummelled. I was going to come. I 
was going so fast now I could barely contain myself. She 
was flopping about like a rag doll as I pounded her, the 
feeling tightening in my balls and suddenly I pulled out 
and aimed my cum right at her asshole. One, two, three, 
four jets of wet milky cum jammed up her plug hole.

I barely breathed before pressing the head of my cock 
into her cum-lubed asshole. I had a hand on her back 
pressing down so her ass was pointing up at me, but 
despite me not asking she offered no resistance to 
something she had never consented to. My rampant muscle 
eased into her in increments, and she was panting and 
squealing, maybe with discomfort, maybe with pleasure, I 
didn't care.

When I was all the way in I started a fast rhythm that 
pleased me. I had cum twice so I knew this was going to 
have to be fast and furious to make me cum again so 
soon. I grabbed her hips and started to really fuck that 
ass. It was so tight, but my cum was a good lube, and I 
was slipping into my ex's ass like cream. She must have 
been enjoying it because she was panting and cursing 
with passion the harder and faster I went. I felt that 
tightening in my balls and I knew I had to go faster. 

I was pummelling her ass now and I really didn't care 
how she felt about it. Then suddenly I felt it coming 
and I was shooting my last lot of hot liquid cum deep 
inside Julia's beautifully rounded ass. I held myself as 
deep as I could go to get my cum all the way up inside 
her and I enjoyed every pulsing spurt and recurrent 
twitch I felt. I held there loving the irony of the 
situation, hating myself for giving her sex, and loving 
myself for fucking her in the ass.

I slowly pulled out and collapsed on the floor, my cock 
still pointing at the ceiling, but its job done as my 
balls told me. Julia was still half over the sofa on her 
front. I could see her asshole glossy with my cum and I 
felt satisfied. It was the first time I had ever felt 
satisfied with Julia after sex. 

She didn't look at me as she got up and went to the 
bathroom. She always pees after sex. Once I had gotten 
my breath back I got up and walked into the bathroom. 
She was sitting on the toilet as I went to the sink and 
washed my cock. She didn't say anything, but I was still 
hard. I went back into the living room and dressed 
again. When she came out of the bathroom I was drinking 
my coffee, I was very thirsty. She had a robe on, one I 
didn't recognize. She sat and sipped her coffee. 

"You okay?" I asked, half expecting her to launch into a 
rant over the anal.

"Yeah," she said quietly. Her face was flushed with 
after-sex glow, and that flush spread down between her 
breasts. "You didn't even ask," she said.

"Didn't I?" I said, knowing full well.

"No," she said.

"Didn't you like it?" I asked, not used to this subdued 
version of Julia.

She shifted coyly in her seat, then smiled, embarrassed. 
"Yes," she admitted, then blushed, "a lot."

"Good," I said, and stood up.

"Are you going?" she asked.

"Yes. Don't want to outstay my welcome, or confuse 
Jessie."

"No," she conceded.

"Maybe we can do this again sometime," I said at the 
front door.

She smiled. "Yes, that'd be nice."

And I left.

The funny thing is, I left money under my coffee cup. I 
don't know why, because I had no intentions of doing so. 
But there you go. I think I got through to her. But 
we'll see.


The End. 

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http://jennifereliseashbo.wix.com/erotica)

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in 
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of 
the scenarios in this story should seriously consider 
seeking professional help.
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