“The Best Fuck” My “Friend” Ever Had.. [MF] [Cheating] (Part Two)

Before I continue with the story, a few more details.

First, more about Brad. Brad was the typical high school guy. He was reasonably athletic and played football. He was no stand out or all star but never the less had that fragile, jock ego about him. I wouldn’t say he was dumb, but the guy wasn’t [Will Hunting](https://media.giphy.com/media/3otOKtnGppPi5Q4hOw/giphy.gif) either.

I think it’s relevant so I’ll give you an example. One night a large group of friends were playing poker. With no obviously segue, Brad looks at me and says,” Have you ever read So Crates?” I said, “What?”, without flinching he said, “So Crates…?” I was at a loss for a beat but then understood, “Yeah, why do you ask?” He said, “Oh, I just wondered, it’s interesting stuff.” One of our other friends looks at me, “What the fuck are you guys talking about?”, “He’s talking about [Socrates](https://68.media.tumblr.com/4f38bdc5c634134f635599a36d1b8b39/tumblr_o2gvbrjYiy1qa32meo1_540.gif)” I replied.

I’ll continue from where I left off.

We were all together at someone’s house in a college town. It was just a smaller gathering but it kinda evolved into this instantaneous party. People were coming and going, watching a game on TV. A lot of drinking and smoking.. People I knew and a lot that I didn’t know, came and went.

Cindy wasn’t at the party and someone asked Brad where she was, he replied slurringly, “She’s coming… She’s **always** cumming, and then kinda laughed by himself. He really was *that* guy.

This was also the comment that prefaced his whole, **“She’s the best I’ve ever had..”** declaration. I will say this for him, he *was* a good looking guy and very fit body-wise, but his personality and depth were in severe want.

So, fast forward to later that night. Cindy shows up, and she is jaw dropping. She’s wearing all black, some kind of ribbed tight top, and a skirt that almost made the outfit look like a dress. Black heels, large silver hoop ear rings, tiny silver bracelet and anklet to match. Tanned perfection, her tits and ass looked amazing. Brad sees her and immediately gets up, stumbles through the room to claim his prize. They hug and kiss and talk for a bit just the two of them and then eventually with different groups of people.

Maybe an hour or so later, she makes eye contact with me from across the room. She smiles and plays with her earring. I just nodded her way. As the evening went on, people thinned out. They were leaving, or littering the house passed out.

It was late when Cindy finally made her way over to me and sat down. “Hey”, she said and smiled. “Hey, where’s Brad?” I asked. “He’s passed out in one of the bedrooms.”, “that sounds about right.” I replied. “Go for a walk?”, she asked. “Absolutely”.

We left the house, I immediately grabbed her hand. As we walked I told her Brad’s comments earlier. She laughed, “Does that surprise you, I mean..” I laughed too, “No, not really, but it was still surreal.”

We walked until we came to this small park with picnic tables, swings and BBQ pits. We sat on the swings side by side and talked for awhile before I finally stood up and walked behind her and softly pushed her. I watched her swing away and then back to me. Away and then back to me. Away and then .. I grabbed her abruptly, stopping her. I pulled the hem of her skirt up, she wasn’t wearing panties.

I unzipped my jeans and freed my cock. She was still holding the swing chains and leaned forward. I slide into her. There was no struggle, her grip was warm, tight and wet. I put my hands just below hers and pushed her away stroking me and then slammed her back into me. Away stroking me and then slammed back into me.

This went on for five or ten minutes and she started to grunt and talk. “You are *so* fucking good..”, “Am I better than Brad?” I asked, “You **know** that you are, that’s why can have me any time you want me.” “**Why?** How is this different?”, “Because you’re… so fucked up, this.. all of this is so fucked up. I can’t get enough of it..”

I increased the speed and the power of the collusion until she squealed, and I ejaculated a huge load inside of her. I felt it pour out of her and drip. I slowed my tempo, but continued to ‘swing her’ until I was limp.

It was a warm night, and even though I was doing most of the work she was sweaty. So, was I for that matter. When some time had passed, I took her hand and we walked to the picnic tables. I had a seat straddling the bench. A leg on each side. She sat down on top facing me doing the same. She used her hand to slide me back inside of her. She pulled up her top to show me her tits and then pulled me toward them. She knew how much I loved her nipples. I took them in my mouth and chewed on them, and bit them as she cried something between pleasure and pain. I then leaned back and laid fully on the bench and she just began to piston up and down one hand on the table the other on my chest. I exploded again inside her.

We pulled ourselves together, and headed back to the house. I didn’t go back in, we said our goodbyes at my car. She went back inside to find Brad still passed out.

I asked her days later what happened after I left. She said that Brad woke up and was still drunk but extremely horny. So they fucked a couple of times until he ultimately passed back out.

Things continued like this more or less for months. We’d find ways to escape and meet. We had signals for each other that we want to fuck, **NOW**. I had a jean jacket that she liked, and she told me to wear it whenever I wanted to fuck her *immediately* and she’d drop everything and find a way to fuck me. I’ll admit this whole idea became somewhat of a joke because, let’s face it, I wore that jacket **A LOT**. But, true to hear word she’d always find away to escape so I could be inside of her, even if it was just a few strokes, in a bathroom, or under a stairs or in a garage.

Things got more interesting when Brad, I and 2 other guys rented a house to stay in during our college years.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6crjwo/the_best_fuck_my_friend_ever_had_mf_cheating_part

2 comments on ““The Best Fuck” My “Friend” Ever Had.. [MF] [Cheating] (Part Two)

  1. Awesome stories. I’m surprised you never knocked her up from cumming inside of her. Regardless if she was on the pill

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