Wedding Date [f/m]

I've known Jason for almost 10 years now. We've always considered ourselves as very close friends, where if I drank too much and stayed over with him in his bed, we might cuddle a bit and pass out innocently. Until that one time a few years ago when we went to a wedding together.

We partied all night at the wedding, which spilled over into an after party at a local bar. Shots were ordered along with mixed drinks, and the next thing we knew, we were in my best friends bed completely naked. He had my legs spread wide and was sliding two fingers in and out of my wet pussy slowly, making me moan. The booze-fueled night had forced us to throw our inhibitions out the window. So, when he grabbed my legs at the ankles and brought my legs up over his shoulders, I was more than ready to feel his big dick in my tight hole.

He plunged his cock all the way inside of me and I moaned out his name eagerly. My hands gripped his arms that held himself above me, and he wasted no time in finding a fast rhythm that had him pulling almost the entire way out before sinking himself back inside of me. We fucked in a way that we wouldn't of had we been sober and more self-conscious about the situation. Raw, animalistic fucking that was making me cry out God's name and moan loudly despite the fact that my best friend and her wedding date were trying to sleep on the couch right outside the bedroom. My moaning only encouraged him to get rougher with me, fucking the shit out of my pussy and making me get louder. I could feel my clit becoming more and more sensitive to every thrust, the walls of my pussy beginning to contract around his cock. "Fuck! You're gonna make me cum!" I gasped out, just as the crest of the wave came down and hit me like a ton of bricks. My muscles had tensed to the point that my legs were no longer draped over his shoulders but pointing straight up in the air, my hips eagerly meeting his thrusts, pushing my orgasm further. My eyes shot open and I saw his brow begin to furrow with a look of concentration that told me he was getting close to his own release. In our drunken haze, we hadn't opted for a condom, and I was eager to feel his hot cum shooting inside of me. He grabbed my hip with one hand and pinned me down with most of his weight, thrusting forcefully inside of me, grunting and staring into my eyes. With a few more hard thrusts, he buried himself to the hilt and let out a groan of satisfaction as he began cumming deep inside of my pussy. My muscles that gripped his cock flexed and drew from him every last drop of cum he could offer, and as he pulled out I could feel some of the liquid goo trail off his head and fall to my pussy lips. I lowered my legs slowly and we rolled toward each other, too spent to bother speaking or dressing. Come the next morning, any worries that I had about having ruined our friendship or making things awkward were dashed as we spoke normally, dressed in front of each other unashamedly and carried on as if nothing was different.

We haven't spoken about it since. Until this past weekend, when he and I were attending another wedding together. Our mutual friends were wedding in the mountains, so Jason and I drove up early on Friday to celebrate. We attended the welcome dinner, checked into our hotel and found ourselves in a luxurious king suite with a patio overlooking the quaint mountain town and a fireplace that turned on with a remote control. We were even more impressed that in the bathroom, the floors were heated and the shower offered three separate heads to point toward various places of your body as you bathed. It was almost too romantic, though neither of us said so out loud. We slept without any physical interaction the first night, opting to wake up early, get breakfast, and hike to a few local waterfalls before we had to begin getting ready for the wedding.

We showered and dressed, made our way to the wedding location, and partied late into the night with our dear friends and their families. Between the fresh brewed beer that one of the groomsman had made specifically for the reception, the vodka, the bourbon, the pot smores that I had brought, and the cigars on the back deck, we had an incredible buzz going that we carried with us onto the shuttle and back to the hotel. We stumbled our way through preparing for bed and climbed under the sheets. Jason pushed the button to turn on the fireplace and laughed, mumbling that it was a nice touch before turning onto his side to face me. I had my eyes closed, but was still awake. Neither of us were close to the level of drunk that we were at the previous wedding several years prior when he fucked me raw. But then I heard Jason whisper my name, as his hand made his way to my stomach, sliding down under my boxer shorts to seek out my pussy.

"Mmm?" I answered, my legs instinctively spreading as he pressed down on my clit and began rubbing it in circles. He said nothing more, only stroked his finger over my clit over and over again. I breathed deep at the sensation, and reached over to find his cock. He was already hard and I stroked him slowly. His hips began thrusting against my hand, illustrating how eager he was. He rolled me over on my side so that he was spooning me from behind, lifting my leg and slowly entering my pussy. We fucked slower than our first time, less recklessly. Every movement was deliberate and intended to feel good, and fuck, it did. He shifted so that he was half-kneeling behind me, his other leg draping over my resting one as he still held my other in the air. We fucked like this for awhile, enjoying the feeling of each others bodies pressed against one another in a sensual position. The way he was driving into me from behind was hitting my G-spot and I could feel an orgasm building up inside of me. It was only encouraged when he used his free hand to reach down and find my clit, rubbing it as he had before. With the proper amount of attention in all of the right places, I came hard, my body trembling as I cried out his name and a few expletives of intense pleasure. Just like before, he let himself go shortly after bringing me to orgasm, once again shooting his cum inside of me with a few powerful thrusts. We lay just like that for a few minutes, our deep breaths the only sound in the room. We're both still buzzed from our night of celebrating, and I feel him slowly slide himself out of my pussy and settle in behind me for some spooning.

I dozed off for I don't know how long until I was awoken by the pleasurable sensation of his tongue diving into my pussy. He had gone under the sheets and was eating me out slowly. I love a man who will clean up after he cums inside of me. I could feel his tongue sliding into my slit, going up and down, then drawing a circle, then going inside again. I squeezed my breasts and moaned in pleasure, my head still a swimming mess but my body running on instinct. He made his way back up on top of me, but I pushed him off of me and rolled over to straddle him. I wasted no time in lowering myself onto his cock, having missed the feeling of him deep inside of me for the time between our sessions. I thrust my hips against his slowly, sat up up and braced my hands against his chest so that I could control the pace. His thrusts matched mine quickly, and I told him how good it felt. He reached up and grabbed my breasts, squeezing them hard before sliding his hands down to rest on my hips. He wanted to control the rhythm, so I let him take over. He started moving me up and down on his cock, slow and steady, my tits bouncing every time he let me drop back down. "Jason, I wanna cum for you," I breathed out between soft moans. "Cum for me," he responded. I took one of his hands and guided it to my pussy, ordering him to rub my clit. He used his thumb to press against my clit, moving it in circles. I moaned a little louder than I probably should've in a hotel, but it felt amazing, and was pushing me closer and close to the edge. We continued to fuck in our steady rhythm until I felt my body warm, my muscles tense, and my pussy clench down on his dick. "Oh, fuck! Fuck!" It was all I could manage to say as I felt the second orgasm of the night come over me. He continued to bounce me up and down as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. My face felt flush with heat, and as he continued to fuck me it felt like he was extending the length of my orgasm. He groaned out a "fuck yeah!" before he shot another load of his hot cum deep inside of me. Every thrust filled me more and more, and I rode him until he was satisfied. I slid off of him and laid down beside him, again breathless. We drifted off to sleep again, both exhausted from the night of partying and fucking.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3bgp3q/wedding_date_fm