[MF] Filthy THIRD encounter with Reddit sex goddess

Lovely people, here is the third and final instalment of my adventure with Annabelle. The first and second parts are available via the links below. To quickly recap, Annabelle and I met on Reddit, were chatting for a couple of months, felt a connection, and decided to spend a weekend together. I flew from the UK to Ohio to take her on a date, to see if we were compatible beyond the digital world. We were. Very much.

Part I – First date with Annabelle
Part II – Hiking in Hocking Hills

Some people have found it hard to believe that we would do this. I can’t offer any proof – I can only hope that you might enjoy the story despite thinking it a fiction. I’ve tried to be completely honest in my retelling of the weekend, and I’m hoping that any day now, Annabelle might also post her version of events. This probably won’t satisfy the cynical among you, but it should at least provide an interesting diversion. I’m as interested as the rest of you in what she might have to say…

I’ve really enjoyed writing these accounts, but I am conscious that there is an awful lot of build-up. Some readers may like this, but I’m going to try a different approach with this instalment. Please do let me know which style you prefer. I’m completely new to this, and am very open to advice on how to improve.

So, I had one night left in Ohio with Annabelle. I’d only been there for a weekend, but it felt like much less – like I’d only had minutes with this amazing girl. For our final night, she had chosen a local bar for a few drinks, and some trivia. You’ll know from parts I and II (if you’ve read them) that Annabelle and I are intensely competitive, and trivia is one of the things we’re both convinced that we’re the best at. For my part, I was a contestant on University Challenge some years ago, which is considered the toughest quiz show in the UK. I was absolutely convinced that I would wipe the floor with Annabelle – American, female, and five years my junior…

We played on the same team, but kept a record of who had provided each answer. Several beers and maybe a hundred questions later, we were crowned the winners (and won vouchers for more beer…). That much we’d expected, but it was the individual scores that really mattered… Only, by that point they didn’t. At the start of the quiz, I was sure that I wanted to beat Annabelle – to exert my dominance, for Queen and country, but something strange happened. I believe it was when Annabelle correctly attributed the principle of “Eye for an eye” to the Code of Hammurabi that I realised how sexy smart girls are. From then on, I was willing her to get every answer, and even let her take a few answers that I knew myself.

Anyway, of course I lost. Maybe I’m just finding a creative way to deal with defeat, but I think I was genuinely glad that Annabelle won. I love quizzing, and the fact that she was so good at it was – and I’m well aware that this is ridiculous – incredibly arousing for me…

Sorry, I said I wouldn’t ramble…

Despite her elation, and the fun we had playing the quiz, and getting a bit drunk together, the evening transpired under a grey, grim cloud. It was my last night in Ohio. Soon I would be flying back to my desolate apartment, and leaving her with only her cat for company at night.

We had to make my last night count. Sure, I’d be returning in August, but that was several weeks away. Anything might happen between now and then. I might never see this wonderful, beautiful girl again.

We weren’t out late. Annabelle had planned it that way. We didn’t even stay up and have a glass of wine on her balcony, as had been discussed earlier. We got back to her bedroom, and undressed in silence. Standing there, naked, looking at Annabelle, it was like seeing her for the first time. When I described seeing her naked before, at the beginning of this adventure, it was exciting, exhilarating. This time was better.

I can see her as I write this. Her ghostly form burned into my memory. If I could choose to remember one thing and one thing only for the rest of my life, it would be Annabelle standing there. The lamplight streaming over her strong, smooth body, highlighting every sinew, and emphasising her womanly figure. Her amazing tits, and soft, pink nipples, stiffening with anticipation. Her sweeping, sensual hips, and the firm, round ass that they endorsed. Her beautiful, American face – mischievous lips, shimmering eyes, and that little twitch of the nose she does when she’s contemplating something.

We lay down on her bed, looking at each other for some time, wondering when we would see each other again like this. So much passed unspoken. We reached out for each other in the same instant, and pulled one another close for the most intense, wonderful make-out session I’ve ever had. Annabelle isn’t a good kisser – she’s the best kisser. Everything she is – all the things I love about her – are there when she kisses you. Passion, power, and yet an honesty, and a fragility, that makes you feel dangerous.

Without warning, Annabelle pulled away, span around, and lifted a leg over me. She’d expertly put herself in the sixty-nine position, and it was only when she planted a gentle kiss on the head of my cock that I realised how hard I was. At the touch of those wet lips, it strained upwards, longing for more. Annabelle obliged, running her tongue from the tip right down to the base. I took a deep breath to steady myself, and the musky, intoxicating smell of Annabelle’s pussy assaulted my senses. I took a firm grasp of her ass, and pulled her cunt into my waiting, hungry mouth. She was already soaking wet – it tasted so good.

I ploughed my tongue in and out of her pussy, thrusting it this way and that, and Annabelle herself ground against it, encouraging it deeper and deeper. I had no idea my tongue could go so deep inside – it was practically fucking her. My head was clamped between her powerful thighs, and I reached a hand around to gently finger her asshole. She writhed and squealed as I ate her closer and closer to an orgasm.

At the same time, Annabelle sucked my dick as though her life depended on it. She took me all the way to the back of her throat, nearly gagging on me, several times, and I could feel how slick she had made my cock as she pumped it faster and faster. She was craving my cum, her free hand massaging my balls, willing them to give in and open up for her, but I was winning the race, and the nearer I brought her to a climax of her own, the harder she found it to concentrate on pleasuring me.

“Fuck, I’m going to come,” she said between mouthfuls of my cock. “Really fucking hard. Don’t stop.” I had no intention of stopping. I had a finger halfway inside her ass now, slowly fucking her tighter hole, which gripped like a vice. I’d moved down to focus on her clit, which had doubled in size – engorged in anticipation of the inevitable orgasm to come. My tongue was a blur as it pummelled her clit faster and faster, until her entire body was shaking, ready to be tipped over the edge…

When she came, she screamed. She bucked against me, trying to extract every last bit of pleasure from my tongue as her clit pumped out wave after wave of overwhelming sexual satisfaction, flooding ever corner of her body. My cock was still in her mouth, throbbing with desperation, and she only neglected it for a moment. As soon as the waves of her orgasm subsided, she started again, sucking and pumping furiously, pulling me off the cliff with her…

It came upon me suddenly, and so intensely that I was completely paralysed for a few moments. As I came, it was like a bolt of lightning through my entire nervous system, overloading my senses and sending me into a blissful, heady meltdown. I unloaded deep in her mouth, hitting the back of her throat with shot after shot of hot cum. She carried on sucking, perfectly in time with my erupting penis, milking me of every last drop. I heard her swallow with a shiver of satisfaction, and fell back into her bed, and beyond – I was freefalling into blissful oblivion, and Annabelle crawled back up me, laying her head on my chest.

I think we slept awhile. I can’t be sure, because the whole night seemed to defy the normal laws of time. I was spooning her – my body interlocked with hers perfectly, and our hands held tightly together. I couldn’t even be sure if the next part wasn’t a dream. Annabelle will read this and she’ll let me know…

Pressed up tightly as we were, it wasn’t long before the stirring started again between my legs, and I could tell that Annabelle felt it too. She lifted her left leg up, allowing my dick in between, and started wiggling her thighs to make me ever harder. I kissed her softly on the nape of her neck, making her purr. As she kneaded my cock between her legs, it got closer and closer to her pussy, until I could feel her dampness around the tip.

I slowly thrust upwards, and found myself inside Annabelle’s wet cunt. She sighed and gripped my hand tightly as my length filled her, and I myself had to stifle a groan because it felt so fucking good. I pushed as deep as I could go with that first thrust, and held it there – relishing the heat and pressure of her pussy, and enjoying the little noises she was making, desperate for me to fuck her.

I couldn’t resist for long, and soon I was sliding in and out of her to a steady rhythm. Her pussy was doubly tight from her previous orgasm, and every inch felt incredible. I tried to reach down to massage her clit, but she stopped me, shaking her head to indicate that she wanted a different kind of climax this time. I obliged, and continued fucking her to that slow, steady rhythm – my cock slick with her juices, reaching just a tiny bit deeper each time I pushed inside of her.

Faster and faster we fucked, and soon Annabelle was slamming back into my dick with as much force as I was pounding into her. We were sweaty with the exertion of it, and the whole bedroom was hot with the miasma of our sex. She was moaning now, and getting louder, and her grip on my hand tightened as she drew close to another shuddering orgasm.

“Don’t come yet,” I whispered in her ear, which nearly had the opposite effect, driving her even more wild. “Let’s come together.” She nodded, but I could tell it was going to be a challenge for her, already being so close. I had no intention of slowing down, and continued to fuck her hard and fast. She was biting her lip in concentration, but relief was near. I felt the first tingling in my balls, which were slapping against her ass with some force now. The tingling became more intense, and started to spread across my whole groin, and then down into my legs.

“I can’t wait any longer. I’m going to come,” she gasped, starting to shake. “Please cum for me.” Her begging was like a spark to a powder keg, and within seconds my entire body was bathed in the white hot pleasure of one of my most intense ever orgasms. I exploded in her pussy, as her own orgasm reached a thundering crescendo. Annabelle was crying out, “I’m coming. Don’t stop,” and it was all I could do to keep thrusting as the sensation became too much to handle.

We both struggled for breath as the ecstasy of orgasm left us, replaced by that post-coital paralysing bliss. We covered in each other’s sweat and sexual juices, and slept like that, content, happy, completely and utterly satisfied.

My weekend with Annabelle wasn’t quite over, but the bits you’d want to hear about were. I realise that r/gonewildstories is predominantly a place for casual encounters and sexual conquests, rather than the drippy stuff that this trilogy has ended with, but I’m trying to remain as faithful to reality as possible. I started writing this three-part story because Annabelle inspired me to do so, and here at the end, I’m feeling no less inspired. It was an unforgettable weekend, and August can’t come quickly enough…

Thank you to those who have read any of these posts, and an even bigger thank you to those who posted. If people are interested, and Annabelle and I continue to see each other, I’d be happy to post more in future, but before I can write more stories, I need to go out and make more stories. Be well everybody.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6o7b89/mf_filthy_third_encounter_with_reddit_sex_goddess