The Craziest New Years Eve [mf]

The craziest New Years Eve [mf]

2005 was not the greatest year for me as a “moral” human being. I got a DUI after I finished student teaching due to a month-long drinking binge, and I slept with my 2 best friends’ girlfriends. As 2005 was winding down, I thought I’d just ring it in low-key at a buddy of mine’s house with a few of my high school classmates; little did I know the night would be anything but low-key.

The night started out pretty tame, as there were only about 10 of it’s at Nicks house. He bought a keg of Busch light, so we were set for the group to survive the night. We played some beer pong, some flippy-cup, fairly basic midwestern get together, but then I got a text from a co-worker of mine asking what was going on. She was only 10, and the party she was going to had fizzled out before it even began, so I invited her over, along with some of our other coworkers. Lynne was my best friend from grade schools ex-girlfriend, whom I unintentionally slept with to cause their breakup. Since we still worked together, it was hard to give the sex up.

As pretty much every girl I hook up with, she was tall, pale, and large chested. I have a proclivity towards this frame, despite all of my long-term relationships being with shorter, less chesty women (well, B/C cups vs DD and HH of my taller conquests). Anyway, I was 90% sure the night would end with a “bang”, and I was right.

We all continued drinking thru the night, and rang in the New Year with a toast and I got a kiss from Lynne to start 2006. Shortly after, everyone got hungry, and since I was a manager at Mcdonalds, I was going to grab a bunch of food for everyone. Since I was already super-drunk, Lynne offered to drive. We went to Mcdonalds, I went inside to grab the food, and we drove back to the party.

Starting to feel extremely horny, we decided to make out a little bit before going back into the party. My friend, David, texted me, and I informed him we were in the street. He came to the car, Lynne rolled down the window, and handed out the bags of food. Our simple request was for them to save us some chicken nuggets, but food was the furthest thing from our minds.

I lifted Lynne’s shirt up to expose her pale breasts and began to bite her nipples. The two of us fit compatibly sexual because we both liked things a bit rough. She still had bruises on her chest from the previous week’s hookup, as did I. Our only “rule” was no neck hickeys, which was more of a guideline than a clear-cut expectation. As I kissed her chest, she begged me to start playing with her pussy. I told her no, which made her want it even more.

She tried to grab onto me, and with one hand, I pushed her arm behind her head, and with the other one, I started to slightly choke her while I still focused my attention on her breasts. I could feel the heat and wetness coming from her pussy through her pants, and she was begging me to fuck her even more. I wasn’t ready to fuck yet, though, but I did start paying attention to her needs. I ferociously pulled her pants off, exposing her hairless box to the air, pussy juice already flowing.

I pushed her seat back and was able to position my body enough to start dining on my bountiful meal. She pulled my shirt off so she could sink her nails into my back, and was digging in so deeply she drew blood; I didn’t mind, it made me attack her vagina even more viciously. She squeezed her legs tightly around my head, letting out screams with an almost glass-shattering orgasm. I could feel her vaginal muscles contracting as her thighs quivered with joy, my tongue had done it’s job successfully.

As I came up for air, I put my back against the passenger seat, which only exacerbated the pain of my salty sweat seeping into my newly acquired love-wounds. As she regained her composure, I pulled my pants off anticipating my portion of our car escapade. She whispered into my ear “please let me suck your dick”, to which I became a more gentle figure and allowed her to touch my throbbing cock.

I was at the perfect sweet spot of drunkenness where the tip of my dick was extra sensitive but not to the point of cumming too quickly. She devoured my cock as I began to gently massage her ass and slowly worked on her clit again. This got her pussy flowing again, and she was no longer satisfied with my fingers; she wanted me inside of her.

She slid onto my cock, and she squealed as she slowly devoured the entire thing with her love-canal. I hadn’t brought any condoms with me, since I wasn’t expecting to hook up, so there was an added level of intensity to this session. I told her to stop since I didn’t have protection, but she begged me to still fuck her. Now, it wasn’t the first time we’d fucked without condoms, but usually had a towel or I’d pull out while doing doggy style; I was actually more concerned of jizzing on my clothes at my feet than anything else.

She started to ride me like she was a cowgirl at the rodeo, holding my arms behind my back while she bounced up and down on my cock. She started slapping me, telling me not to cum, which only made me want to explode even more. She started to bite on my neck, leaving huge bite marks and hickeys as she grinned against my cock. She screamed “you don’t fucking cum until I say so” as she again slapped me. This was turning me on as she bounced even harder on my lap, and she came loudly 2-3 times as she rode me like a bronco.

As she quivered on my cock, she whispered in my ear that I was now allowed to cum since she did. I was now in charge, and I began to choke her again, this time with both hands as she continued to ride my cock. After a few more minutes of this, my dick was ready to explode. I pushed her off of me as I let my semen expel from my tip. I shot 6-7 streams all over the car, the first hitting the ceiling, the second spraying on the passenger window while the rest shot onto the glove box. It had been months since I’d had such a porn-star level ejaculation, and I was disappointed it was too dark to have seen it.

After we caught our breath and cleaned up, we got dressed and turned the car on to see what time it was. We had been in the car fucking for almost 2 hours, which certainly didn’t feel like it was that long.
I noticed all of the lights were off in the house, and grabbed my phone to call my buddy to see where he was at.

Apparently, I had 14 missed calls and 6 texts from the group, letting me know they took the keg and went to another town. Lynne and I drove to the new party spot, and there was no way I could hide the bruises on my neck; they all knew what was going on. Since we were now 2 hours past the time we dropped food off, there were no nuggets left; I harbor no regrets–pussy trumps nuggets 10/10 times.

Throughout the rest of the night, we hailed the keg from house to house, since it was a very mild weathered night for being a Midwestern New Year. We continued to exhaust the keg, and eventually at 7:00, the few of us still awake finished the last ounce. The sun was rising, and there was a sense of sadness as the beer stopped dispensing from the tap, for it was one of the greatest and most adventurous New Years Eves we had ever had. That night caused various fights and dissolved 2 separate marriages. One of our group had disappeared around 5, and showed up at the last stop on our 2, banging on the door looking for whomever beat the hell out of him. His face was bloody and puffy, and had a boot print on it. To this day, nobody knows what happened to him that night. It was by far the most memorable NYE, and one of my favorite car fuck sessions.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6vgfdp/the_craziest_new_years_eve_mf