Hey, everyone. Girl here (not guy as title suggests). I’ve received a request to do a story I wrote already from the guy’s perspective. I thought it was weird, and I wasn’t very interested. However, I like creative writing, and I believe in trying new things. Anyway, here’s Wonderwall. No I’m joking; I’m just nervous, because he’s with me writing this. I’m going to be retelling [this story](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5gan6x/mf_heres_one_for_the_small_fries/?st=iwdqx1r0&sh=f8549fca) from Ben’s perspective. To be totally clear, he is going to dictate his side of the story to me, and I will write it. It’s going to be in my writing style, because Ben’s terribleness at writing is equated to his amazingness in bed. Seriously, I made him verbally give me an excerpt just now, and I am surprised that his dirty talking is as hot as it is. He’s using the excuse that when he’s on the spot for something to get down on paper he’s bad.. too much pressure.. I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt. My own comments will be parenthesized in italics. I usually start out with a description of myself, but I’m going to instead post my previous description of Ben and then let him describe me in his own words.
> Ben has been my friend with (great) benefits for a long time. We met in college, but we didn’t sleep together until the tail end of our scholastic careers. He’s not particularly muscular, but he’s slim and clearly works out regularly. He’s not like drop-your-panties hot, but he’s pretty cute. His sense of fashion is extremely boring: work boots, jeans, and a solid color t-shirt.. every.. damn.. day. In colder weather he wears this (actually pretty tasteful) leather jacket. He’s a mechanic now, and he fixes up old timers for some side cash that Uncle Sam doesn’t have to know about. He does well for himself, but he’s certainly not rich by any general use of the term. It’s not that he doesn’t care for the opinions of others – he certainly considers them, but he’s just confident in who he is and what he’s about. He made it clear pretty soon into our friendship that he was sexually interested in me, but I rejected all of his advances.
And here is his description of me:
Don’t let her tell you she isn’t hot; I couldn’t believe how insecure her self-description read. She says she’s 10-15 lbs. overweight because that’s what her doctor tells her, and she is not lazy about her weight (*I’m apparently a liar*). She often gives me half her meal because she “doesn’t want her breasts getting any bigger”. God forbid – no okay, they’re way huge. She’s your average kind of girl-tall (*whatever that means*), dark-brown hair, olive skin that makes you question if she’s really from **REDACTED** (*sorry.. you all aren’t getting that info*), an amazing ass – all she does when she goes to the gym is climb the stair machine all day, so you know she’s got dat bootayyy (*I’d like to clarify here that I’m only correcting grammar; everything else is verbatim*), her hips are, in fact, the next evolutionary step in child birth – no doubt about it, but she still somehow maintains this illogical ratio to her waist – you’d think it’s fake seriously, which of course takes me to her massive titties (*I am not a fan of the word titties – tits I’m okay with, though*) – they’re unreal: even in her early thirties they’re still perky, they have such a natural look to them when they’re bouncing, and her tiny dark nipples barely have areolae around them. The perfect breasts (*thanks, Ben*). Her olive-skinned pussy lips open up to a tantalizing pink pussy. The other exercise she does at the gym? Kegel exercises. Girl knows how to keep that shit tight (*I’m cringing over here*). However, until the end of time I will argue that her best feature are her big, gorgeous eyes (*aww*). They’re so blue you would swear that God plucked them from the oceans of the Caribbean islands; when she looks at you, you can’t help but drown in her gaze. The adjective ‘unfair’ is a blasphemous description of how unfair they are. The sex appeal this girl exudes by simply looking your direction is like watching the slo-mo scene of the hot girl in the movie being introduced x1000 (*he’s getting fucked so good next time I visit him*).
So she wants me to tell you about the time she stole me away from a total babe at the bar. It was a little while ago, but I’ll try to remember all the good details. (*I’m realizing at this point that I have to name myself. This is really cool; it’s like getting a secret agent code name lol. I’m gonna go with Diana. I’ve always liked that name.*) Diana came back to town early summer as she always has and still does. She wanted to grab some drinks with some of her friends from around here who were in the process of or were already married and/or had kids. We wall went together to a local place and had a good time starting an early night of drinking there. She showed up wearing a long black dress that exposed some cleavage, but it didn’t scream “I’m available” (*damn right it didn’t..*). All of her friends were gone by about 11, which left me alone with her drunk at a bar. We had a joint waiting for us in the car, and I couldn’t wait to get to it. I was hoping that she had the same ending to the night in mind as I did (unfortunately sometimes she’s a tease) (*fuck you, Ben*), but we were having so much fun drinking – as we always do – that I didn’t notice how much time had passed. Before I knew it she was getting hit on by some douche nozzle wearing.. I don’t even remember exactly what, but he was definitely an asshole (*he was really nice*). After a little bit he had officially stolen her away from me, and I had to begrudgingly watch that ass jiggle its fine jiggle out of the bar with a hand on it that didn’t belong to me.
I ordered another beer and chatted up the (male) bartender, with whom I am now friends and from whom I frequently (*occasionally on slower nights*) get free drinks. There’s only a few people left in the bar, but one of them is a very good-looking blonde. Like out of a romantic comedy the girl I actually wanted to get with leaves, but a really hot blonde comes up to me at an empty bar instead. I roll with it and we’re having a great time talking. I closed out my credit card and bought our next few rounds with cash (PRO TIP for guys out there – get in the habit of closing out your credit card tabs early. It accomplishes two things: First, it will slow down your alcohol intake, and you need to be able to get it up. Second, there is nothing that ruins the “Let’s get out of here” spontaneous mood like waiting a million years for your tab to close out at a bar, let alone a crowded one. In that time she could have second thoughts or something could come up – whether it be her friends come save her, one of her friends need saving, or just a plethora of other impossible coincidences that leave you with blue balls.) The bar is set to close in about a half hour when the back door swings open and in walks this stunning girl in a black dress with absolutely enormous juggs. Wait, holy shit, is that Diana? It was Diana. She looked very impatient, and her gait said as much. I distinctly remember not caring about whether or not I got caught staring at her tits bounce uncontrollably in her dress as she stormed over to me (*yeah I definitely caught him – didn’t care*).
“Hey, woah, hi. I thought you left with that other guy.” I was trying very hard to have neutral body language between these two women, because I wanted to sleep with them both (hopefully at the same time (*haha keep dreaming*)).
“I would like to talk about exactly that actually.” She turned to my newest sexual endeavor and apologized for interrupting, and then she asked me to follow her outside. I offered my own apology, and she asked if I wanted her to come with. Knowing Diana would probably tell her off if she tagged along, which would ruin my chances at getting laid worse than if I left her here, I declined her offer and headed for the back door of the bar. I got a glimpse of Diana’s ass speed-walking through the doorway. Nice. Still, I was terrified that I was going to end up with absolutely nothing to put my dick in that night, which would have been a serious bummer all things considered. Diana pulled out a joint; it was the one that I had pre-rolled and left in my car. Did I leave it open? She handed me the joint and offered me greens; she was always very polite with other people’s things. If tonight was going to end in disappointment, then this hit was going to have to be a big one. The situation was much less tense than I thought it would be, so I was reconsidering inviting the blonde outside before Diana spoke.
“That guy was a serious disappointment, and I need to get fucked by a *real* man. **Now**. Do you have a tab?” The fuck did she just say? Did I hear what I think I heard? I choked on that huge hit I was taken so off guard. “Jesus.. no. I’m all closed out.” I coughed a bit – something I hadn’t done in ages. “Great. No going home; we’re fucking in the car. I can barely wait for us to finish the J at all.” Drunk me decided to have a little fun with her for taking me away from a hot blonde. “What if I would rather go back in and take that woman home?” She finished her first hit. “I’ll fuck you right here behind the bar if I have to. Plus.. I’ll let you do.. whatever..” That’s when she turned them on; I don’t know if she does it consciously, but when she gives me a look like that.. man, if eyes could kill. Then she reached a hand deep into her dress and pulled out one enormous globe. How the dress didn’t rip still escapes me and probably defies physics. I was too stunned to resist her taking the joint from my mouth. “you..” She unsheathed the other breast, then she used both hands to ram my head into her cleavage, which I had no objection to. I just relaxed my body and let it happen; there was nothing really for me to do in that instance. “..want.” I almost couldn’t breathe, but I didn’t really care at the moment. One of the very few times I’ve been okay with dying. I could hear the joint crackle, which meant she was taking quite the hit. That other guy must have really disappointed her. To my own disappointment I was allowed oxygen again, then she pushed me up against the wall and forced my much needed inhalation to be her exhalation. I got the second-hand smoke of her hit as she kissed me like she never had before. I was so turned on and so hard. After she let go of me and I let go of the hit I finally remembered how to speak. “Put that out; let’s go.”
She nearly ran her little heels and plump ass into the back seat of my car. I turned the corner of my car and peeked into the open door to find her dress pulled up, legs spread, and panties pulled off to the side. I closed the door then pushed her down onto her back. We made out hard, and I couldn’t help but start playing with her tits. I know just the way to tweak her nipples, and she was clearly responding positively to it. I knew for sure I had done a good job when she couldn’t help but find my package. I helped her by taking my pants off, and she took the opportunity to get her panties out of the way. She started stroking me impatiently while I moved my mouth to her other nipple. Her breasts are so suckable; I can’t go one session with her without doing it. “You’re so hard, Ben.” Yes, yes I am. “How could I not be?” I responded. I had no idea the experience she had just had.
“I want it inside me,” she said as she continued to try to pull my cock closer to her waiting pussy.
“What?” I heard what she said >:)
“I want you inside me.” That is so hot to hear; it will never get old.
“Sorry, I didn’t quite catch that,” I said as I pinched her nipple hard and tweaked it again the way she likes. I lifted my head from her other nipple to get a look at her face.
“I want you to fuck me, Ben.” She gave me one of her lustful gazes, and I nearly melted. I also almost came it was so hot to watch her say it with my penis in her hand.
“Your’e speaking so softly. Could you repeat that?” I smiled and found her clit, then I lightly massaged it.
Diana gave my dick a vengeful squeeze then started massaging my balls. She knows how much I love her technique with them. “I want you to fuck me like only a real man can.” No idea what that means, but fuck me if I’m not gonna try.
“One more time; you’re still too low.”
Her other hand grabbed my hair by the back of my head. “**Fuck me! Please!**”
I absolutely love hearing her beg for it, and how could I say no to that face? In my high state I had forgotten that her arm was going to get caught, but I slammed my cock into her. I pulled back, and she took the opportunity to get her arm out from between our legs and use it to squeeze my pecs. That always makes me feel manly, and I showed my appreciation by thrusting back into her. She screamed and moaned as I picked up the pace, and then she begged me to fuck her harder. I was already going at it pretty good, but I found the strength to obey her desires. I know Diana pretty well, so I can tell when she’s getting close. I used one hand to grab her ass cheek and squeeze it; I love grabbing that big firm ass of hers. I took my other hand behind her ear and massaged her cheek with my thumb as my other fingers pulled her hair lightly – another move I know she gets totally soaking over. My forehead pressed into hers, and I whispered a command that she cum for me – she moaned loudly as she met it. I came to an abrupt stop as I bottomed out in her; I like being still to feel her orgasm on my cock. I can feel every spasm of her muscles as the shockwaves travel along my shaft as a pleasurable waves of tightness, almost as if she’s trying to milk the cum out of me. I had been fantasizing about cumming on her tits all night, and I was close enough to cumming inside her already. She helped me out by squeezing them together, and I pulled out so we could both revel in my ejaculation. I didn’t want her lust for me to end, so I went down on her until she came again.
We finished the joint, chatted and laughed a bit more, then I drove her home to her parents’ house. One of the rawest fucks I’ve had with her.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5guq3b/mf_my_fuck_buddy_with_huge_tits_stole_me_away
Awesome. Wish we could see that sexy spunding body…..
i enjoyed it
What was her bra size?