I’ll be real with you. I didn’t think I was going to hear from Beardy Tattooey McHunk again after our [last encounter](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5r7cit/fm_had_my_first_booty_call_is_it_still_a_booty/). He’s notoriously bad at communication. Reads messages (thanks, read receipts, you assholes), but doesn’t respond to them. Doesn’t usually contact me first. That sort of thing. So little faith did I have in our hunky friend, that I kind of accepted another offer, and maybe sort of did some stuff with a tradie (that I’ve since repeated. What am I doing?! That’s a story for another day, I think…).
But, lo! A message on Monday night asking me what I’m doing?! It was in garbled drunk-type, but still. I said I’d just had some dinner but wasn’t really doing anything. What was he up to? ‘Im bit drunk. SNt to make out’ was the reply I got. After laughing my butt off for a few seconds, I did what any self-respecting lady would do in a situation such as this and replied, ‘Sure ;) Can you give me twenty minutes though?’ Turns out he was in the city watching some American sportsball thing with his friends (I know it was the Super Bowl, don’t hate on me) and had been drinking all day. He poured himself into a taxi and made his way over, while I hopped in the shower and made myself somewhat presentable. I’d just finished making my bed when he knocked on the door.
Seeing as he’s been drinking, and probably not water, I get him a glass or two before we go to my room. We lay down on the bed and make out a little bit, his hands in my hair and on my back. I kiss and lightly suck his neck and earlobe, remembering how much he liked it last time, while his hand moves from my back around to my front, slipping into my bra. I’d told him during one of our text chats prior to meeting that he could be a bit rough with me, so he pinches my nipple tightly between two fingers making me whimper.
He wastes no time again in removing his shorts and jocks, and starts to stroke his very hard cock while I keep kissing his face and neck. I tell him to take his shirt off, so he does, and I kiss my way across his torso, running my nails lightly through his chest hair, then down his stomach to his legs. His hands are all over me as I take his cock in my hand, giving it a little squeeze before running my thumb over and across the tip. His moans and sighs are making me so wet, and I start to squirm as I move down his body and get between his legs. He moans in anticipation and thrusts his hips up toward me. I’m smiling as I lean over, lick my lips, move my hair out of my face, and, ever so lightly, kiss his throbbing head. He lets out a low and groaning ‘ohhhhhh fuuuuuck’ as I continue to feather his precum-wetted tip with little licks and kisses, before gathering some saliva in my mouth and licking him, slow and wet, from bottom to top. Looking up at him, I take him into my mouth, my hand cupping and lightly squeezing his balls, whimpering at the noises he makes, and seeing the expression on his face. Vocal guys are my weakness, and I’m turning into a puddle listening to this one. I keep on in this fashion for five or so minutes, running my hands all over his body, kissing down his legs, stroking and sucking his cock, licking and sucking his balls, before coming up for a break. I need to kiss him. I need his hands on me. I kiss his chest, and he pushes me onto my back, climbing on top of me. He spreads my legs wide and gets between them, his cock rubbing against my inner thigh before he pushes it hard up against me. He looks down and growls, ‘I need to fuck you so bad.’
Ohhhhh god. My hands reach up and grab his face, pulling him down to me for a deep kiss, my hips lifting off the bed, trying to rub against him. He’s panting, his cock pushing against my underwear, his mouth everywhere. ‘Please let me fuck you. I *need* to fuck you right now.’
‘Ahh, you’re making this so difficult!’
Now, here’s the thing. I was beyond turned on. This guy ‘*needed*’ to fuck me, and I so badly needed him to. But, I had my period. Not usually something that comes up in these stories, so sorry if that grosses you out, but 50% of the population gets it, so be a grown up. Anyway, that was happening, and as much as I wanted him to fuck me, I was certain he’d be grossed out and not want to.
WELL GUESS WHAT.
‘I don’t care. I won’t look.’
That made me laugh so hard I nearly snorted. ‘You won’t look? Well that’s hot!’
‘*Please*. I need to fuck you.’
He’s still on top of me at this stage.
Cue the harp music. First time we have sex and it’s period sex. Guy doesn’t even care. AND he’s also kind of drunk. What a trooper.
He gets a condom, I get cleaned up a bit, and we meet back in bed.
He gets back on top of me straight away, his cock pressing against my pussy, as I wrap my legs around him, reach down between us, and guide him into me.
I don’t think there’s much out there that’s as good as the first entry when you’ve been waiting for it for so long. We both moan loudly, and he pulls back out, thrusting into me again and again. My hands are all over him; grabbing his arms, his cute butt, lightly scratching his back… He looks at me and asks how long it’s been since someone was inside me, but I’m too caught up with what’s happening to answer. I think he realises that because he stops, and I think I make a pouty face, lifting my hips off the bed to try to keep it going. ‘Go on then,’ he says. ‘Fuck me. Do it.’ So I do. My legs wrap around him tighter, and I thrust up to meet him, my hands grabbing his ass and pulling him further into me. I only do this for a few seconds before he grabs my legs from around his waist, sits up on his knees, and pulls my legs up so my ankles are now either side of his head. The slight change in angle feels so good, and holding onto my legs for dear life, he fucks me like a man possessed. I need a bit of clit stimulation to get off, so I reach down and start to give it a bit of a rub, but I can feel him slowing down. The guy is drunk and works shifts, so is always tired. I’m surprised he’s lasted this long to be honest. He lets my legs fall back down beside him, before collapsing on top of me and giving a few half-hearted thrusts. I kiss his neck and rub his back, whispering ‘tired?’ in his ear. ‘Yeah, I’m really sorry,’ he whispers back. He gets off and lays next to me, and we cuddle for a bit. It’s about 9pm by this stage, and I ask if he wants to sleep over. I have work in the morning, but can drop him home before I go in. He’s almost asleep but says if I want him to he’ll stay. I go get a flannel and clean him up a bit, pull the blankets back, and push him properly into bed.
We doze on and off for a bit, every now and then having a bit of a cuddle, before I fall asleep properly. Next thing I know, there’s a hand around my waist, pulling me onto my back, lips on my neck and shoulders, and he’s back on top of me again, rubbing his cock against my underwear. ‘Mmm, that’s a nice way to wake up,’ I mumble as he kisses me. I’m too tired to fuck again though, and so is he apparently, because he gets off after a few minutes of dry humping and goes back to sleep. This happens another couple of times, every so often with me stroking and sucking his cock as well, or just running my hands across his back, over his arms, and giving him a bit of a head and neck rub, and before I know it, it’s 4.30 in the morning, and I’m making it my mission to make this man cum before I have to get ready for work.
I get back down between his legs, and start to slowly kiss and lick up his shaft, my fingers gently playing with his balls. I take his cock into my mouth, sucking it softly, running my tongue along the underside. I start to suck a bit harder, my nails lightly scratching his legs and stomach, his moans and groans again making me crazy, even in my sleepy state. He wraps his legs around my head, his hand reaches down and grabs my hair, and he groans loudly as I sloppily suck him. When his legs unwrap themselves from my head, I smile up at him and kiss my way down his length to his balls, taking one, then the other, into my mouth. I roll them around, then take it in turns to suck on them. He likes this a lot, and groans, ‘ohhhhh fuuuuck, I want you to suck my cock forever, you dirty girl. You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you?’ With his balls in my mouth, and stroking his cock with my right hand, I let out a muffled laugh. He asks where the tissues are just in case, and I point them out, continuing to suck and lick his balls while stroking his cock that little bit faster. His moans and sighs get a little more intense, and I can feel him tightening up in my mouth and hand, so I know he’s close. I just keep doing what I’m doing until he lets out a strangled ‘oh fuuuck’ and I feel his hot cum all over my hand and forearm. I’m smiling as I give him another couple of light strokes, his hips still thrusting up to meet my hand, and reach over for some tissues to clean us both up. ‘Holy shit that was amazing,’ he says, so I give the head of his cock another quick kiss in thanks for the compliment. We have a little bit of a sleepy cuddle for another half hour or so before I have to start getting ready for work, then I drop him off home with a kiss and a ‘see you soon’.
I was so goddamn tired that day, but it was worth it ;)
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5thopm/fm_booty_call_the_second_welllll_third_im_bit