[mf] The crazy/wild one that got away [kink][Fsub][Anal][Mast][Mental]

I was debating where to post this story as its not exactly GoneWild material and it’s not /r/eroticliterature as this is a true story. First time posting here on any name but I’ve been a fan for a while. This is my sexual awakening story and how I went from having a normal basic life of dorm living, homework and school to having a lifestyle filled with kink and incredible love making nearly every day.

Years back in my college days, I was a fairly low-key guy focusing mostly on good grades and learning. Didn’t party, rarely drank, hung out with my 4 friends and life was fairly boring in comparison. A tradition of ours was a going to a regular game night at Mike, Trihn and Jay’s rental house near campus. I met Christine on one particular game night when our 4th buddy Alex brought over his new girlfriend and a few of her friends in tow. I couldn’t tell you what any of the other girls looked like or what their names were, but I could describe *Christine* in such perfect detail that a sketch artist could create a Rembrandt of her in picturesque quality from my words.

In my opinion, she was a living goddess. Tall, standing near 5’9 even without the heals she wore. Long brown hair with a small strand of purple, blue and pink streaks that framed the right side of her face. Christine wore her silky perfect hair draped like a curtain over her shoulders. Thick rimed 50’s style glasses with matching rockabilly black and white polka-dot top. A pair of skin-tight jeans that left little to the imagination that her figure was curvy and ample where it counted. Her skin was fair but lightly scarred facially from ache in her high school days. Christine’s most noticeable feature besides her unabashed sexuality was her eyes. A striking brown with speckled flecks of gold around the edges. Its difficult to describe someone who possesses a confidence that radiates a broad spectrum of character traits. All I can say is that the words sexy, wild, fearless, self-assured and inspiring were just my words I could get off on the surface.

Christine was damn near unapproachable because on the surface, she came off as a bitch too good for everyone. I, of course, was just as intimidated by her so when I got forced to pair up with her for one of the games, we found each other in an unlikely perfect sync. From pictionary guessing what each other was drawing. In Taboo, we correctly followed the logical word path the other fed. Then, in one of those ultra rare life moments, we connected on a mental level when the word she couldn’t say was part of a line from an obscure movie. She starts to quote the scene that has literally nothing to do with the word and I rifle off the remaining lines verbatim and correctly guess the word. I have no idea how it happened but her gorgeous eyes were locked onto mine and the rest was history.

We started slowly at first but we ended up finally dating and making it official after a bit of trial and error. When I say the journey was rough… understand me when I say it took weeks and months to figure out this unique woman and how she worked. As traditional means go, the normal methods of of going on dates and conversation didn’t appeal to her in one bit. She was interested in what she wanted to do and I was just along for the ride. This was something I was not used to able to grasp at the beginning of our relationship. However, what I did understand was that Christine liked sex, food, more sex, abnormal food burned the roof of your mouth off, sex with bengay or hot sauce rubbed into the skin, and movies involving some sort of horror or body dismemberment. It wasn’t like I had a choice in the matter either. I was the agreeable sidekick to her crazy train and little I said could change her mind once it was set.

When it came to the sex, Christine had an interesting take on things as she was clearly the more dominant one of our relationship but not necessarily a Dom in the traditional sense. It’s hard to explain but simply put, she liked to direct what was happening but not necessarily be in control. I quickly learned to get accustomed to taking orders and doing what she wanted as typically it led to some incredible moments. We did just about every position we could think of that felt good at that moment . Practically nothing was outright taboo or out of the ordinary us. The one thing that she loved to do, especially at the end of our evenings was Anal sex. Christine had an anal fetish the likes I couldn’t believe or ever find since.

Prior to this, my experience with butt sex was limited to a previous gf who only did it a few times with me because I wanted to try it. I hadn’t really ever been into the idea unless my partner was game. Normal sex and bj’s were plenty appealing to me. Christine’s experience on the other hand, was clearly had a vast wealth of knowledge and training on getting her rear fucked. She owned 7 toys intended for just rectal enjoyment and she used them with or without my presence in the room. I mean, quite literally, she’d masturbate anally with a toy even after I just finished butt fucking her to the point of mutual orgasm not 10 minutes earlier. Like I said, she was crazy but that’s what I loved about her.

I was ignoring my responsibilities in school and stopped going to game nights to be with a woman I desperately needed and wanted. She was my addiction and my desire all rolled into a package that needed me back. I was even beginning to understand how she worked. I could… no, no… I WOULD make this work. The girl apparently loved a hard cock ramming her pussy and ass, so that was what I would give her. We began altering our sexy time sessions to focus more on rough sex and the anal she apparently loved so much. Christine was of course impossible to read outside of the bedroom antics. When not having sex like rabbits at every opportunity, I found out about her past and how her ex-boyfriend(s) used and abused her to the point of cruelty. She got her fetish from the rough and extreme sex they both had and this was why normal sex practically bored her.

I was too naive and inexperienced to see how fucked up her life was and how her past was masking the inner pain she felt. I couldn’t see any of it. All I saw was this awesome sex goddess wanting me all the time. I became her dealer, drug and escape all rolled into one. We became less and less boyfriend and girlfriend while turning into fuck buddies who shared common interests. Slowly, I was taking over the role of dominant in the bedroom antics while Christine took a step down while trusting me to her sexual care. We got increasing kinky in our bedroom acts. Bondage became a thing for both of us and I introduced spanking when we could muster it. She had thin walls after all. Next on the table was bringing more toys into our sessions as we accumulated a larger collection and variety. She had plenty of anal toys already but room to grow was always the plan. Next came blindfolds and DP as having a cock in one hole and a toy in the other, no matter the size became a staple part of our life.

Our relationship was fucked up to say the least. After 3 months of dating, I moved in with her unofficially. By some miracle after the move in, my grades improved slightly as I could focus more without constantly thinking of sex 24/7. I got it as much as I wanted that there was no need to make plans and hold marathon sex sessions anymore. Our routine was so ingrained in us that we just accepted it. Our sexual appetites could not be quenched, just temporarily sedated as sex was as often and commonplace as eating and drinking. Only when she was on her period did we get any sort of rest and time to ease our throbbing crotches. Gone was any sense of normalcy of a regular relationship. Christine and I were sex addicts to each other and nothing else mattered.

During those golden times, my cock was being sucked, fucked and bucked in the woman of my dreams while Christine got to be rammed, jammed, slammed, and crammed in whatever hole she felt like at the time. Her pussy enjoyed being worked past the brink of multiple orgasms. My endurance from all the action was getting was at peak levels. I could remain hard for long periods of time while she creamed another series of body spams out. We were too broke for condoms and there weren’t enough free ones at the campus health centers to keep our stock supplied well enough. So that left us with pulling out, cumming in her mouth or face (which wasn’t her thing) or finishing in her ass. More often than not, her ass got the brunt of my ejaculations as she greedily accepted them.

Christine and I were absolutely in love. Feeding on each others need to please the other was why anal was the go-to act for getting each other off. She got to feel the pleasure of getting her rear reamed and I cumming inside her while I got to pleasure her over and over again, knowing she wanted this method as her preferred hole of making me cum. Enemas were a regular thing at this point in time for her so things were nearly always clean. We experimented with multiple positions. Standing while pinned against the wall, doggystyle, pile-driver, seated on her bar-stool the reverse way. Even reverse cowgirl was fun to watch her breasts bounce freely before me as she hopped up and down on my cock. All of those were fun ways to plow her rear over and over One of my personal favorites was when she was lying prone and face down on the bed. It was a great way to pin her curvy frame down and a the perfect position to penetrate her from behind as I got to take control on those rare moments.

But, all this aside, our mutually favorite position for anal sex was when she was bent over at the waist and grabbing the edge of the stair railing as she held on. Her naked and tatted frame presenting her ample and large ass to me, it was the perfect sight to behold. I always remained rock-hard when doing her like this. We even had a running gag with it. “Assumed the position to get railed” and she happily obliged. With the frequency of which I was fucking her ass on a nearly day-to-day basis during the days I lived with her, sliding in was usually met with minimal effort. Just the lovely warm pressure enveloping my cock and holding on with that usual tightness. Christine would moan and coo at each gentle thrust as I slowly increased the speed and depth.

Her tramp stamp tattoo was a winged, tribal Celtic piece that finished at a tip, all pointing down to her ass. An invitation and direction of where this girl loved to receive her blessings. I have many wild memories of fucking this celestial being in various positions and moments of our time together. None can hold up to the repeated ass reaming she received while bent over at the waist and holding onto that rail. Christine’s orgasms were always the moment intense and body convulsing when she climaxed there. The intensity of which she got into her movements of thrusting back and taking me all in was unmatched. We fed off each others energy and enthusiasm while she was being fucked up the ass on that simple stair railing. I never loved that woman more as when she was having sex with me at those moments. The passion, the desire, the intensity of which we both got off.

While each time was a bit different, it wasn’t uncommon for us to remain locked in that pose we both enjoyed after an equally big orgasm. My cock slowly shuddering as I ever so slowly pumped my shaft into her. She would pull herself forward and rest her head onto her arms as he panted and gasped in recovery. In many ways, she was perfect for me and I was perfect for her. Sadly, all good things come to an end eventually. We got along well enough and when things were good, they were good. But crazy is still crazy at the end of the day. Real life didn’t always match with the *fantasy Christine life*. My grades, while remaining decent had survived the brunt of our early day. What didn’t survive was my relationship with just about everyone else.

My friends had dropped me off their radar entirely and I had long since stopped being invited to anything they did together. I avoided coming home during holidays and only occasionally returned phone calls. The accumulation of these things had become severe enough that they were taking a serious toll on my mental being. Christine and I were less boyfriend and girlfriend and more fuck buddies that stuck around to get each other off. I was conflicted and confused. I knew I was in love with this wild creature but didn’t know how to cope with figuring out where things were going wrong. I didn’t want to disappoint myself or my family but how do you say no to a woman who wants you all the time. Morning, noon and night!

This was the situation before me and Christine was aware of it as well. She saw how things were turning south but didn’t know what to do either. We were both immature horny sex fiends who couldn’t think outside the per-verbal box. After some advice from close and trusted family friend, I got the courage to do what was necessary. It took several more weeks to muscle up the balls to go through with it but I eventually broke things off with the girl of my dreams. I was an emotional wreck as I moved my things back into my dorm, much to the dismay of my roommate to had the pad to himself for 5 months. I barely passed two of my courses and opted to retake the one I would have failed in had it not been for an awesome Professor who gave me a second chance. I skimmed by my sophomore year with the worst grade I’d ever gotten in my life. Christine eventually dropped out of school entirely and moved back home with her parents.

Over the next few years, I reminisced often about our short time together and realized where things went wrong and how I could have done things differently. I eventually found her profile on myspace a few years later and tried to friend her. I was ignored and blocked. I still look back and think about the one of the best times of my life and realize how I let the crazy wild sex goddess get away. I don’t have any real regrets for my actions, just a longing for a chance to say that I am sorry for the way things turned out. She was a troubled girl with past issues that haunted her constantly. I left a good chunk of the bad content that happened between us because it would ruin the tone I was going for. Sexy story or not, I can’t in good consciousness tell only the good things that came out of my past without bringing up the bad ones at that.

My apolgies for my grammar and spelling errors. Yes I’ve been in the US all my life, I just suck at this hobby. Sorry in advance.
Thanks for reading my story and let me know in the comments what you thought. I have many more to share if you’re interested

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/5saioj/mf_the_crazywild_one_that_got_away

4 comments

  1. An interesting read. It is a shame how we fuck things up when we are young and don’t realise it until it is too late.

  2. >per-verbal box.

    Good read man, and this is the only mistake I could see, it should be ‘proverbial box’.

  3. 0_0 holy shit you gave her up. On the one hand I’m extremely surprised that you could make the adult choice. On the other I’m insanely mad at you for passing up such a dream.

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