The time I realised we really werent exclusive part 2 – AKA Shame, sloppy seconds and almost anal [MF]

A continuation of this: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/58yu30/the_time_i_realised_we_really_werent_exclusive/

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We went to have drinks with some of her friends in a shitty student flat that night. She’d warmed up a bit, but was still annoyed. Drinking games ensued, so it didnt take long for everyone to get drunk. At some point some random lanky guy arrived. After rolling a spliff that almost knocked me out, he said something about “needing some help” and she got up and followed him. I thought nothing of it.

And then, a few minutes later one of her girlfriends, Fiona, said something. “It’s cool that you’re so cool with it”. I smiled and said thank you, stoned and confused, wondering what I was cool with but accepting the compliment anyway. And then another dude appeared and asked where Darren was. Fiona casually replied “getting his rocks off… they’ll be done soon”.

All the pieces fell in place like a satellite crashing back down to earth. Darren was the sex god in her phone book. Darren was the lanky dude who “needed help” with something. I was apparently cool for being cool with my lady fucking another guy while I sat around in the other room. My head spun. I played it as cool as I could because I wanted to compliment to stick, but it wasnt easy. About twenty agonizing seconds later I excused myself to look for the bathroom.

It was a tiny shithole of a flat, so there wasnt far to look. A small corridor with one empty bedroom, one messy bathroom and one closed door. My heart pounded. Suddenly the door opened and she appeared. Her skirt was ruffled, her cheeks were pink and her hair was a mess. Seeing me got her flustered. “Hey babe… I was just coming to find you… how’s it going?” She half muttered, half stammered. Darren appeared, a massive grin on his face, buckling his belt. “Thanks for the help” he said, slapping her on the ass as he walked away. Her pink cheeks turned red with embarrasment.

She knew I knew. “So what do you want to do?” she asked, fidgeting akwardly. “Wanna get drunk? Wanna get out of here?” She was a nervous mess, and it made me realise that she was worried about how I’d react. It made me realise she cared. “Wanna do something naughty?”

I shrugged. She grabbed my hand, pulled me into the bathroom and locked the door. Her skirt fell to the floor and to my surprise, she wasnt wearing panties. I watched her get dressed before we went out, so I knew there were panties earlier, but not anymore. “Darren took them. The bastard” she said, answering the question I’d not even asked. The thought of that lanky fucker walking around with her underwear in his pocket enraged me. Her lips were swollen and glistening. A string of cum dangled from between them, and there was a trail running down her inner thigh. She grabbed my belt and unbuckled it, pulling my swollen cock out, kissing my neck as she tugged it.

Hormonal rage took over. I grabbed her, spun her around, bent her over the sink and impaled her, watching her reflection in the mirror as my cock slipped straight into her used, slimy pussy. Knowing that the cum I could feel was minutes old fuelled my rage. I fucked her hard, so hard she yelped, so hard I made the cum squelch and spatter as I thrust. She wriggled her hips and pushed back, her ass slapping loudly against my hips, my hand on her face, watching her suck my fingers in the relfection.

It was dirty. It was primal. It was so fucking hot. She made noises I’d never heard her make before, a squeal, a growl, a yelp… all new, to me at least. I rubbed her clit and she moaned like a fucking pornstar. “Make me cum baby” She pleaded, words I’d never heard before, a tone I’d never heard before. My staying power surprised us both. I never faltered, never slowed, just kept thrusting until she bit on my fingers and shuddered like an earthquake. I made her cum like I’d never made her cum before. She bucked so violently I slipped out. I stepped back and watched her tremble, her insides pouring, all sorts of mess oozing out, hers and darrens, some watery, some thick and white, all mixed up, running down her thighs.

“Oh my…” She giggled, her orgasm subsiding. She reached around and grabbed my creamy shaft, looking back at me over her shoulder, a cheeky grin on her flush face. “I want to try something” she whispered, pushing her ass back toward me. I froze, staring in disbelief as she guided my tip up along her crack, until I was pressing against her asshole, the forbidden passage, the fuel for almost every fantasy of my life. I grabbed her cheeks and spread them, staring down, my heart pounding, trembling with excitement.

“Let me do it..” She muttered, pressing back, squeezing my shaft so hard it hurt. My eyes bulged at the sight. I felt it creeping in, the tip of my tip slowly disappearing past her incredibly tight ring. She whimpered. It was happening. My cock was on it’s way into her ass. Finally. I was so excited. I was too excited. I came.

Fuck my life. She giggled as I groaned, my cum erupting into her ass, my cock spasming, deflating in her fingers. I tried desperately to push it in, to get it in, to be in, but my pathetic limp tip was no match for her tight little hole. I shrivelled up into nothing and stood there, staring as my cum oozed out of her ass, for as long as she’d let me. I watched her clean up, wiping her crack, her crotch, her thighs all the way down to her knees. It was better than porn. I swear it almost got me going again.

For the rest of the night all I could think of was how close I’d been. Five more seconds was all I needed. I was praying for another go but she got so drunk she passed out the second we got home.

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There’s more.

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