I’ve been a faithful reader of GWS for awhile and wanted to share one of my own favorite experiences. Throwaway account for obvious reasons.
This story happened about 5 years ago, almost to the day. I’d been dating my girlfriend, Shawna (not her real name), for about 3-4 months. I was 26 and she was 25. We both lived in a major city and had met on a dating site. We were both in good shape and, I think, pretty attractive. Shawna was tan, about 5’5” with straight-ish brown hair just below her shoulders, cute face, an athletic build with perky tits, a flat tummy and, most notable of all, an ass that absolutely would not quit. I’m kinda short (5’7”) but athletically built/muscular (particularly back in those days), and have been told by many partners that I am well endowed, particularly in the thickness department. So far we’d had a pretty good sex life.
We’d been talking about getting oysters as the summer season rolled around. So, one night we made plans to meet after work at an oyster bar downtown, not too far from my office or my apartment. When I arrived, Shawna was outside on the phone with someone. She looked super hot. Button down blouse, pleated skirt and ankle strap heels. The heels are the second ones shown [here](http://www.thefashionspot.com/style-trends/173993-what-we-bought-topshop-summer-sweater-jimmy-choo-shoes-and-more-forum-shopaholics/) – double strapped, brown with a little black. I love heels. We went in and enjoyed dinner, joking a few times about the myth about oysters being an aphrodisiac. Then we decided to walk back to my place. By this time, we’d been staying at each other’s places a lot and I’m sure we planned ahead of time for her to stay over.
I don’t know if it was the oysters, or how hot she looked, or what. But I was rearing to go as soon as we closed the door to my apartment. We started making out and I could not keep my hands off her big, round, athletic ass. The skirt gave me free access to handle it easily, and the heels gave her that extra boost that she didn’t really even need. We ended up behind my couch, which had its back facing the doorway to the apartment. We weren’t more than 6 feet from the door before we were making out furiously.
I spun Shawna around and stood behind her, feeling her up from behind and just rubbing my throwing cock against her perfect fat ass for a few seconds. Then I bent her over the back of the couch and got down on my knees behind her. Looking up at her ass beneath her short, sexy, pleated skirt, with those heels presenting it all to me at the perfect angle, was like looking through the gates of heaven. I buried my face in there and began to lick and kiss her pussy mound through her black lacy panties, and rub her mound with my thumb. I buried my face in her mound and grabbed her ass with both hands while I breathed in the scent of her pussy through her underwear. I was hard as a rock and began to rub my cock through my slacks while I was down there. I reached up and gently slid her black lace panties down so that her ass was presented to me in all its uninhibited glory. As usual, she was perfectly waxed from back to front. Her smooth, slick pussy was starting to glisten after my teasing, and her asshole looked perfectly tight. I buried my face back in there and started licking her clit, her lips, and finally, all the way back to her little asshole. I used my hands to spread her ass a bit, allowing for better access to gently flick my tongue across her hole and gently plunge it inside. The angle was so hot, especially with the boost from her heels. I’d never done this before. It became one of my favorite things to do.
After licking her pussy and asshole for a bit, we were both ready for it. I stood up behind her and started to undo my belt and slacks. At this point, we had been using condoms, even though Shawna was on the pill and we were exclusive, just as an extra precaution. I asked her if she wanted me to go get one, but she said, “no, just fuck me. Just don’t cum inside me.” I didn’t need to hear anything else. I didn’t even take off my work clothes. I just pulled my thick cock out and slid into her from behind, with her still bend over the couch and still in her heels and skirt. Once again, the heels gave her the perfect angle. I fucked her this way for a few minutes, slamming into her from behind and making that fat ass shake. Her little asshole looked so nice, still glistening from me licking it. She started to cum while I slammed into her and I felt her pussy tense up around my cock.
I slowed down while she recovered from her orgasm, and we decided to switch to a new angle. Shawna took a minute to begin removing her blouse and skirt, and I took a second to take my clothes and shoes off. Pointing at her heels, though, I said to Shawna, “But you’re leaving those on.” She was into it. “Now, where do you want me to fuck you?”
She surveyed my apartment, biting her lip, and pointed to the front of the couch with a look on her face that was a cross between naughty and just excited for what she knew I was going to do to her. She laid down on her back, now only in her black strappy bra and her heels, and spread her legs wide open. I knelt on the couch and slid my cock in and started fucking her some more. Looking up at her legs in the air with her strappy heels still on was so hot to me. I was about as hard as I can ever remember. She was super wet and I slid in and out with ease, even though she was really tight around my thick cock. She was looking down at my cock sliding in and out with a look that I have to describe as “amazement.” It seemed like she was thinking, “I can’t believe he’s doing this to me.” I don’t know why, but watching her staring at my cock so intently while I fucked her was turning me one like crazy. I finally couldn’t take it anymore. I was going to bust. “Where do you want me to cum?” I asked. A look of pure naughtiness flashed across her face and she looked me in the eyes, as she sat up slightly, reached behind her back and unclasped her bra to reveal her perky little tits. That look sent me over the edge. I pulled my cock out of her trembling, soaking pussy, climbed a bit further towards her end of the couch, stroked it just a few times, and sprayed my warm cum all over her perky little tits. It was the hottest fuck I’d ever had up to that point in my life.
We fucked again that night, but all I remember about that was being in the prone bone position, drilling that perfect ass (after I had substantially devoured it once more), and hearing her beg, “I want you to bust all over my back!” which finally prompted me to gift her with another shower of cum all over her round ass and up her back.
Shawna and I ended up breaking up later that summer and she moved away across the country. But that night, I discovered my two fetishes I still have to this day: having the girl wear heels during sex, and licking ass—and, particularly, the combination of both.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6jmtxx/that_whole_myth_about_oysters_being_an
It’s a placebo effect, but well written story.