My time with Kristie (18) took place over the summer between Senior year and College. I met her through a friend and didn’t really think too much of her, she was short, big breasts, no ass to speak of but for some reason, and yet I was attracted to her. My first time meeting her was when I was at work, I was in the back of the house marinating chicken for the next day (chipotle workers represent), and saw her come in. At the time I was close to the best shape I’d ever been in, about 5’9, muscular build with a little bit of chub, around 210 pounds. Anyways, she comes in and I see her in line and remember her awkward introduction and figured hey, why not try to be friends with her? What do I have to lose from getting another friend? So I was there, marinating chicken and listening to music over a speaker, dancing my ass off because I like dancing, so what. Any type of action to make work go faster is an action I’ll partake in. After I notice her and wave hello I go back to my dancing, not realizing that she was checking me out.
Fast forward to the next day around noon and I wanted to pursue the friendship with her because like I said, I was attracted to her somewhat and even if it didn’t work out I gain a new friend. Win-win. I followed her on Instagram and hit her up. I started with a joking ice-breaker about the night before, “What you saw last night in the restaurant stays in the restaurant, get me?” Now I wasn’t being serious by any means, I just have a really sarcastic sense of humor and fucking with people makes me happy. She replied almost instantly, “You got it. You’re really good at dancing you know,” I preened myself at this compliment, dancing is near and dear to me and to hear it from someone I was interested in really buttered my eggroll. I decided to push the conversation a little bit to gauge how she would feel about a more suggestive tone, “You don’t get an ass like mine by just sitting around you know, I worked hard for this work of art,” Yet again, almost instantaneous response. “Oh, believe me, I noticed,” Let it be noted at this point I was fairly confident in my ability to pull this off, and I wasn’t exactly thinking with the right head if you get my meaning. The rest of the conversation is fairly irrelevant considering the details, but the basic gist of it was “coy” flirting back and forth until we got onto the topic of sex, then we starting talking about it more, blah blah blah, four days later I was getting ready to go to her house. Her parents weren’t home and she wanted to fuck. Why would I decline?
I’m texting her while I’m getting ready, “You ready for this?” “Hell yes,” she said, “I need you here now, to feel you inside of me and know that you’re going to fuck me senseless is all I’ve been able to think about.” Again, in retrospect, I haven’t been thinking with the smartest mindset. I hadn’t gotten laid in awhile and I was a horny 18-year-old, can you blame me? The thing was, I was extremely nervous. As I’m sure most of you can agree with me, over text message it’s a lot easier to appear as a cucumber-cool (pun intended) sex god or goddess. And I was working it for all I was worth, telling her all of the filthy things I was going to do to her knowing if my mother read them it would bring her to tears. She was into it too – telling me how she was going to suck my dick dry, ride me until I couldn’t stand, you get the idea. Saying it over text is one thing, having to go over is another beast entirely. At the time I smoked a lot of weed, and in my infinite wisdom, I decided it would be a good idea to smoke two bowls to mellow me out on my way over. Spoiler alert, it didn’t mellow me out. At all.
I get to her house, or what I think is her house. I guess God does have a sense of humor, and it’s fucking sick. One of her neighbors had the same exact last name as her, no shit. Standing outside the wrong house, eyes red as shit, and probably looking like I was going to throw up. I couldn’t even find the doorbell either, so I stood out there looking like a fucking idiot for God knows how long until a middle-aged woman opened the door holding a baby asked me why I was standing outside of her house. “Uh, Johnson?” I said nervously, about to shit myself, “I think you need to go down a couple of houses.” I thanked her and set off up the street, and lo and behold, Kristie was walking towards me in what I think was a crop top and skirt, with a bun hairdo and looking *scrumptious.* “Hey!” She yelled at me, “I think you’re in the wrong place!” “No shit,” I said to her, wondering how I got myself into this mess and how I was going to get out of it in one piece. I saw two outcomes, either I somehow fuck this girl better than she’s ever had before, or I make an ass out of myself.
We make it back to her house, just a short walk and it’s a nice place. We go straight to her room and she shuts the door. She turns around and moves in for a kiss. Me, being a stoned fuckwad thought she wanted a kiss and tried to hug her. She looked at me weirdly and I thought I should explain, “I smoked some weed before I came here and I’m really nervous.” She laughed and said, “Don’t worry about it, just go lay on my bed.” I did and she got on top of me and started to unbutton my shirt. “You know I’ve wanted to fuck you for awhile right?” This was news to me, with a plethora of self-image issues, I would have never guessed. “I didn’t know that actually, but I’m glad we talked it out and I’m here now.” “Me too, I haven’t been able to get fucked well enough in a long time. None of the guys I try to get with commit to being a dom well enough, and from what you’ve said to me you’re going to be pretty great.” Shit. I forgot about my big game talk. I more or less told her that I was going to rock her world, etc. and forgot about it. But before I had a chance to respond, she leaned in and kissed me, and started grinding on my crotch. Now, a wise man once told me that I shouldn’t worry about performing well in the sack, and not to worry about my dick size, because at the end of the day as long as you have fun and go loose then it’ll be a good time. I’m not a hung dude by any means, we’re talking 5.5 inches, 5.7 on a good day, and you bet your ass I’m still self-conscious about it. For some reason all the dudes on this subreddit have 2 foot long PVC Pipes for cocks, which I know isn’t true, but is still disheartening to read at times, though I digress.
As she’s grinding on my crotch I start feeling around her body to see what I’m working with. Like I said, big boobies, small ass, but sexy voice and I dig her hair. I was on the wrestling team at the time and I decided to just let myself go and see where this sexcapade would take me, so I flipped her over on her back and started working my pseudo-dom magic. I pinned her arms above her head and growled in her ear, “If either of your hands touches me before I give you permission, you’re going to regret it.” “Yes Daddy,” she moaned, “Please fuck me.” Now in my mind, I’m slowly getting into this, biting her ear, neck, you name it. “*Please* fuck me. I need you inside of me now.” Who am I to refuse? She’d been a good girl. This was the moment of truth though, my exceedingly average sized hammer of Mjolnir was about to come out for the first time, and I needed to make a good impression. She looks down and says nothing about it, was that good? Bad? Okay? I don’t know. Keep moving. I put the condom on and start to tease her with it. “You want it? Say it. Tell me you want it.” “Please Daddy fuck me now, I want it, I need it.” I slowly slid into her and she moaned loudly. She wasn’t tight, and the condom was tight as hell, which told me I had more stamina than I knew what to do with. I slowly fucked her, listening to her beg for me to fuck her harder. But I didn’t. I tortured her until I was satisfied. Then I turned her around again, where she was on top of me and I had her lay on top of me with my cock still inside her. I braced her back with one arm so she couldn’t move, and the other was pulling her hair, and I started fucking her for all I was worth.
“FUCK FUCK YES OHMYGODDONTFUCKING STOP YES DADDY” she screams, the dog in the cage out in the living room is barking to high heaven, and I’m just getting started. I pull her hair harder and she screamed louder and continued to pound her pussy until I couldn’t breathe. I continued to thrust into her slowly while she moaned softly, both of us spent from the hard fucking we had given one another. “Did you cum?” she asked me, “No, did you?” I responded. “No. We should keep going, let me suck your cock.” I didn’t have to be told twice. I took off the condom, and don’t worry, I had more, as she went down on me. Now, for all of this girls shortcomings that I would learn in the next few weeks, she remains the best person I have ever received head from, hands down. She did this thing with her tongue that drove me wild, and for some reason, she absolutely loved sucking my balls. Nothing wrong in my world right now, my car could have gotten towed and I would not have given a care in the world. After awhile of her sucking me off, she asks if I want some water. Hell yes I do, I just railed you and I can’t breathe. She left to get the water as I started to evaluate my condition. Hickeys on my chest, face red, and dick still hard as a rock. Gotta get ready for round two.
She comes in with the water and we both replenish the sweat we expelled during our last session. She’s still drinking her water as I storm over to her, take the cup away from her and put it down. I grab her by the throat and bend her over her bed. I put on another condom and wasted no time teasing her. I fucked into her again and again, without pause and she’s going absolutely wild. “PLEASE KEEP FUCKING ME DADDY!” She’s screaming, “FUCK THIS SLUTS LITTLE PUSSY!” Now, I don’t know about you guys but what she’s saying is making me feel kind of strange. It feels scripted, overdone, and not really meaningful. On the other hand, it could be completely genuine and I could potentially be fucking this girl within an inch of her life. I continued fucking her until yet again I couldn’t breathe, and we fell into bed next to each other. She asked me again, “Did you cum yet?” “Nope. I’m making a really good first impression on you for whatever reason.” “I won’t argue with it.” My phone buzzed. Shit. How long had I been gone? What time is it? 5:46 PM. Mom is asking if I’ll be home for dinner. Sure mom, let me just finish fucking this girl’s brains real quick and I’ll be home in two shakes of a lamb’s tail. Realistically though I did need to go home soon. It was a school night and I needed to do homework. Priorities man. “Who was that?” “My mom. She needs me to come home.” “Can’t you stay a little longer?” she asks me as I’m putting on my pants. “I can’t, I’m sorry, she wants me home for dinner.” “Well shit. Neither of us came. When can we get together again?” she asks me with hope in her eyes. I didn’t know if I wanted to. Something was telling me this girl was bad news. “I’m not sure, why don’t we play it by ear?” “That sounds okay,” she said, sounding somewhat defeated. “Give me a kiss before you go.” Woah there miss, I don’t know if that was part of the deal, but before I could say anything we had already locked lips and she was tonguing my mouth like she was trying to start a fucking car. “I’ll talk to you later,” I said as I was walking out to my car. I would fuck Kristie again, a few months down the line against my better judgment, but that’s a story for another time.
This was my first time writing here and any **constructive** criticism is welcome. Thanks for reading.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/680oml/into_the_rabbit_holemf
I can’t believe you left without either of you cumming.