[M]y Childhood [F]riend Forcing Me to Fuck Her [cheated with]

The following is all true. I alluded to this story in my first.

I’ve always been the quiet one, but you’d be wrong to say I’m necessarily shy. Quiet people draw all sorts of attention and reactions. One such reaction was curiosity and lust – as was the case for my long time friend. Let’s call her Courtney. It’s so cliché because she lives down the block and has “had a crush” on me since 1st grade. Everyone who knew us, shipped us to be together as each other’s “girl/boy next door.”

She was mousey and cute, then she turned bombshell hot. Straight brown hair that fell equally on both sides down to her shoulders. Tiny pursed lips, pale skin, dramatic actress eyelashes, and she always wore the right amount of makeup. She was smart, a bookworm, never a gossip, but was a gigantic flirt once her breasts grew in. They honestly were the most voluptuous pale tits I’ve ever seen. Her sister also had this busty, curvy look, so they must’ve shared genes with a Venusian goddess. The word that comes to mind is “milky.” They would turn on anybody’s animal side.

We fell out during our high school years. I hung out with my musician friends, her with all the random dudes she was fucking. Those breasts turned a reserved, nerdy, anime girl who idolized Sailor Moon into a cigarette-smoking woman who idolized Marilyn Monroe and tested how far men would go for her. Especially at 22. She embodied sexual confidence and even messed around with other girls. Rumor was she loved giving dual blowjobs with random girls she met (nope, didn’t happen here, sorry).

I can’t explain why I never pursued her. I always went after the girls I had to pry open. I needed to be the dominant one, and I didn’t find it interesting to be wanted by a girl who’d also take anyone else. I also enjoyed the cock power in being the one she’ll never have.

Then I went through a messy breakup. I hit rock bottom with self-esteem. She was salivating over being my backup, but I wasn’t easy and she had a boyfriend. She always did. She didn’t care, but I did. I’m faithful and not a homewrecker. I hung out at her parties and she always got plastered, made out with other girls. The night always ended with her confessing her long-time love for me and trying to make out. She said she’s cheated before, in many different ways -sexting, blow jobs, quickies on her lunch break- like that would keep my guilt in check. One night in the bathroom, though, we made out and I got to suck on the flesh of her tits. I was really drunk and she made the first move. She was wearing a small light blue tank top, and they were just pouring out the top underneath her tight pink lips. I’m just a man, people.

Since then, she’s wanted more. My morals didn’t, but my biology disagreed. I kept distance until she sent me a picture of herself on a hotel bed in dark purple lingerie, her legs crossed like she dared anyone to satisfy her, dark brown hair pooling around her silky shoulders. “How do I look?” was her caption. She was waiting for her bf. This broke new ground in our 10+ year relationship. Maybe I won’t resist TOO much.

I finally gave into her obvious scheme to hang out with her during our off days (and her bf’s work day) to watch a movie at my place. She suggested that I sign up for Tinder to get laid and get over my breakup. I shrugged it off, but she insisted on taking “sexy” pictures for my profile. I laughed and refused, and she tried to wrestle my phone from me, playfully, and “accidentally” brushed her tits against my chest, blatantly attempting to feel me up. Her bf is sort of overweight, I’m average build, and she’s really shallow.

We were watching Netflix when her bf calls at 6pm, and Courtney tells him we’re watching 2 more episodes of some show, then she’s going home (they didn’t live together). I go to the bathroom and come back to her in fiery red lingerie she pulled from her bag, laying on my bed with my lights dimmed. A bit cliché to be honest, but that’s her. I don’t react and instead say something to throw her off like “aren’t you cold?” It was December anyway and my bed’s right next to the window.

It flew past her and she just said, “fuck me.” She probably thought it was a done deal. So many guys gave probably already jumped her by now. I respond it wasn’t right, in the back of my mind applauding my restraint. Truth is, I was feeling righteous more than horny that night. Hey, at the least, I’m going to furiously masturbate to this later. She turns on her side, “Please fuck me?” She was literally begging to put an end to the tension and collect me. If my friends saw her begging and me refusing, they’d fucking explode. It wasn’t desperation so much as trying to be submissively seductive. “I don’t have condoms,” is where I landed.

She *made me drive to the gas station* and she bought some. The minute we got back in my room, she pushed me on the bed and did a strip tease to take off her short leather jacket. She unzipped it and all I could think of was that she was a hooker. Then they bounced out in front of my face. Right, no one could resist those fucking breasts. I still held out. I was getting off in my own way.

The fact that she didn’t try to suck me off yet, which *always* works, told me she wanted me to want it more, or maybe our history of friendship was throwing her off her usual game? If we’re going to finally fuck, it better at least be good, and her bf would be expecting her soon.

“The one thing I can’t resist is when a girl starts sucking on my fingers,” I tell her while staring at her Christina Hendricks sized rack. Before I even finished the sentence, my hand was being treated by her tongue. I pushed her on her back, my own tongue going down her throat, squeezing her ass through her blazing lace panties. She rubbed up and down my rock hard cock through my jeans. I felt like I was going burst right then.
“Get on your knees.” I wonder how often she was the one being commanded, because she obeyed everything immediately.

After pulling down her panties, I couldn’t believe my dick was actually pressing against Courtney’s naked ass, which was more jiggly than I’d guess, but firm enough to resist my raging cock. She let out a gasp when I grabbed her hair with one hand while the other squeezed her rippling ass cheek. “Fuck me, fuck me,” we knew we both dreamt of this moment for at least 7 years. I snap off her bra. Her huge pale tits overflowed in my hands while I drove her head into my pillow as she gasped on rhythm.

I didn’t get off ramming some other dude’s gf. Instead, I was hate-fucking her for being such a whore. I was cheated on a few months before. I grabbed my jeans belt and snaked it along down her spine. When I got to her ass, I whipped it a few times. There’s enough meat there to take it. I then wrapped it around her neck, reining her back to arch toward me. I got deeper in her and dropped the belt to rip her legs apart wider. She dropped back down and yelped into my pillow as I plowed her as rough as I could. I was about ready to explode in her but I pulled out and came all over her cushiony ass. Fuck, I wanted to soak her tits.

But that’s alright because less than an hour later, we’re laying down enjoying the heater with the lights off, Netflix on, and talking about how fucking wouldn’t ruin our relationship. She asked if she was better than my ex, which she was although all she had to do was be torn apart by my cock. I said my ex’s specialty was blowjobs. This line worked.

Courtney pulled down the blankets and licked slowly from my balls to my head, looking up at me for approval. She grabbed my meaty, tired dick and forced it into her tiny mouth. Her bulbous white tits jiggling along with her bobbing head as she gobbled my cock is burned into my mind. Her piercing eyes glanced at mine occasionally to make sure I was 100% satisfied. I played with her breasts like it was the last time I’d ever get to. She saw my fascination with them and took me out of her mouth and put my dick between her tits and massaged them. She slid them up and down my shaft with her lips slightly open, her eyes almost looking worried that she’s not pleasing me enough.

I grabbed her head, keeping it still, and started fucking her mouth while she was knelt over me. Her spit covered my waist, and since I came before, it took longer for me to get there, so I milked every minute. She was so adamant to make me cum again. Using both hands, she slid my cock down her throat and held it there, her tongue playing with my shaft. That was it. “I’m gonna cum on your tits,” I ordered. Without moving, she denied me, “mm mm.” Oh fuck, she was going to swallow me. She pinned my waist to the bed and gulped my load for what seemed to be a few minutes worth.

Sprawled out in exhaustion, I laid there thinking about how another guy’s gf just elected to swallow my cum. I felt a bit uneasy and cynical, but like she said, I wasn’t her first slip-up. I may have regretted it, but the way she still winks at me sometimes and jokes that we should pick up the sequel of the movie we supposedly watched, tells me she didn’t.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6ncbpr/my_childhood_friend_forcing_me_to_fuck_her

4 comments on “[M]y Childhood [F]riend Forcing Me to Fuck Her [cheated with]

  1. I’m sitting on a toilet taking a shit, smoking a cigarette. The tonality and writing of your story , whilst me doing what I am doing, made your first 4 paragraphs sound like the introduction narrative to Sin City, or Dexter, or whatever internal dialogue that starts off a great film.

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