The time I got to, by her request, fuck a lesbian (long)

**NOTE:** Written while super tired. Best I could do. LONG, heavy setup.

Sometimes, things happen that seem too good to be true. I suppose those times are what make a good story or a story worth telling.

I am not Joe Sixpack, but I stay active and have a natural manly shape and porportions and I try to keep myself presentable. I have a deep masculine voice — had a great era in my life when I had a lot of phone sex — and I know how to relate to people.

I wouldn’t say I am especially hot, but I am okay, dude-down-the-street looking and I listen to people and am intuitive about what people need and want. And, I am sexual and sensual.

I think about and talk about sex and sexual things. I think I have decent timing and I know when to retreat, usually, before I offend people.

These are important details, not because I want to wag my cock around, but to explain why I got that once-in-a-lifetime phone call. I don’t really expect that this will be believed, but one late p.m., the phone vibrated and while I didn’t recognize the number, I was curious enough to pick up.

A friend of a friend of a friend was on the phone. Hearing a woman’s voice on the other end, a stranger’s voice who knew my name, left me bewildered for a few moments. She explained the chain of connection and that natural curiosity I have, had me hopelessly hooked, like when a fish bites onto a lure and has no hope of getting off.

She had me on the line.

“Are you busy?” she asked.

I chuckled.

“It’s 11:30, pretty much my bed time, so not that busy.”

“Maggie (the link in this chain that was my friend) said you might be able to help me. I have a friend who asked to talk to a nice guy. You a nice guy?”

Maggie was a warm, friendly acquaintance, somebody I would see around and we knew lots of the same people. She is also a lesbian.

I have a streak of Boy Scout in me, and I try to be courteous, helpful, friendly and all that, but also, women make me stupid. The right voice and the right approach by a woman can pretty much talk me into anything. And as I said previously, I was already hooked.

“I try to be respect people, yes,” I said.

“A friend of ours, mine really, more than Maggie’s, is having a tough time. She is visiting your city and wants to talk to a guy.”

She said she knew it was fucking weird, this voice on the phone, and that made her even more worried about Maggie. I agreed to talk with her and apparently Maggie vouched for me as a compassionate person.

I was a nice guy. I promised to contact this voice’s friend. She wouldn’t give me a name but she sent me a number to text.

I send a text, not expecting a reply and still not sure if I was just being played. And, when the text replied back, I was even less sure that I wasn’t the ass end of somebody’s joke.

The mysterious texter identified herself to me as a dyke. She claimed that she was traveling and was in my city staying at a Holiday Inn near the airport. Once we established that I had no idea who she was or even who called me, she told me the whole story.

Just as she was preparing to leave on a business trip of some kind to my city, her long-time partner confessed to cheating on the texter, who was devastated. The cheating woman was self-hating and sincerely sorry, but the texter felt that to be true to herself she had to break up and with the time crunch she told her to be gone when she got back.

This night, this 11:30 p.m. night, was her final full day in my city before a return flight home. The nameless lesbian woman I was texting with desperately wanted to return home to her lover, forgive her and take her back. She was determined not to, but she wanted to.

So what did she want from me? Simple. She wanted to be fucked by a man. To be precise, she wanted, and I am perfectly clear on this point, a man to fuck her hard. Somehow, lightning had struck and I was that man — or somebody was going to make me look like a full-blown asshole and borderline bad person.

She didn’t want to talk, just text.

She wouldn’t send a name, or a picture.

She said if I didn’t want to follow her requests, we could conclude our conversation. You already know what I did, but in situation you would be skeptical too.

Like, who in the actual fuck wants a stranger to pop in for a fuck. Fellas, we know the universe doesn’t work that way. Maybe it does for you ultra handsome sons of bitches or rock stars or baseball or NBA players, but not for me.

If all that sounds unlikely or unbelievable, this part will stretch my credibility, but it is true all the same.

She instructed me to go to the Holiday Inn by the airport, about 20 minutes away. I was to park, walk in past the front desk, turn to the right and go to room 155. She said she would leave the door fold bar in the door so it would be open a crack, unlocked.

I was to walk in. She would be naked and asleep. There would be a condom on the nightstand. I was to put it on — optimistic about my cock being hard enough — and fuck this woman, waking her form her dead sleep.

I wasn’t to have her any way but doggy. She didn’t want to see my face. And I was to fuck here hard and then leave.

I hope you are thinking what I was thinking: What the fuck?

On the other hand, other than getting jumped in the room or robbed or beat up or reported for rape, what is the worst that could happen?

I said a woman could talk me into anything. She did. I said yes.

I went there, followed my directions and everything was exactly as she said it would be. Exactly.

I pushed the door open slowly, wary, and there she was, mostly uncovered, naked and sleeping. Her face was away from me, her hair cropped short in a cut I don’t have words for except that it was watch I expected from a butch lesbian.

I stood and looked, waiting for a reaction from a room across the hall or the bathroom or something to happen. Nothing happened.

I stepped in, closed the door and locked it. I looked around, looked in the bathroom, turned the light on, checked everything out and was satisfied we were alone. Still I was scared shitless, but hard as a rock.

This naked woman was incredibly sexy.

She was very near the edge of the bed — one leg drawn up and I could see in the mostly dark room, just a bit more than a hint of her pussy lips. She had large thighs but not fat at all, just strong and proportionally bigger than what might be considered ideal.

But I will tell you, it was a luscious body. She was, what is the word, husky maybe? But not fat. She didn’t have the tiny waist of the stereotypical beach body, but she was so far beyond what I feared I would find, that me and my turgid cock were throbbing.

It’s important to say that while she isn’t the image of what we are told is sexy, this woman’s body was beautiful and sexy.

Lesbian or not, I wanted this woman. I found this picture that mostly [approximates what I was looking at.](https://i.imgur.com/fRi6e16.png) I stood silently and watched her breathing. As far as I could tell, she was genuinely sleeping.

There was a condom, as promised.

Now my biggest fear was that somehow I was being talked into a rape. But she was alone and she left the door unlocked. I was pretty sure this was real. And I badly wanted to sink my cock into that barely visible pussy.

Shoes off first, then socks. I unbuckled my belt and let my pants fall to the floor. She didn’t stir. She also said I wasn’t to be gentle and I was to just take her.

Call me a chickenshit, but I couldn’t just hop on and thrust. My cock is average in length but extra thick, thick enough that one or two lovers experienced some pain on entry, so I wanted to be careful.

So I crawled as softly as I could from the bottom of the bed, crawled up and dropped my hips across her ass but stuck the thumb of my right hand into her pussy. It took a couple of seconds of probing and stretching and feeling my way around and then … i found the opening to her push and pushed inside.

Her pussy clenched, she stiffened, then relaxed.

“I thought you wouldn’t come,” she said sleepily as she pushed her hips down pushing my thumb harder and deeper.

Her reasonably tight pussy also flooded with her juices.

This was all real. It was on.

In a matter of moments I was jackhammering her pussy with my thumb. Like my cock, my hands and fingers are wide and thick and strong. I pressed my chest against her back, which I should say I fucking loved, and my cock found the crevice of her ass to rest in while I fucked her good and hard with my thumb, or my whole arm really. I went from scared one moment to overwhelmed the next by the fact that this was a happening.

Now I love fingering a woman. I love the feeling of the smooth walls inside a pussy, especially when the juices are just flowing. And I love feeling the small less smooth place, which is where my thumb was mercilessly pushing with every thrust.

Fuck me it was hot. Remembering it here, now, the erection is back. I could feel that tight vagina sliding the length of my thumb and my hand crashing into her pussy with each thrust.

“ohhhhhhhhhhh” she purred, which nearly brought me to orgasm.

(Fuck me! As I type this, I miss this woman and I wish we could have been lovers longer.)

I put my mouth next to her ear and whispered.

“Is this what you wanted?”

She moaned that it was.

“Harder?”

“Harder.”

I slid my hand left hand, with some effort, under her body and roughly grabbed her breast. I could really only get to one, so I was pretty rough with the nipple, guessing that would be appropriate for how she was taking the pounding.

It was a good guess.

“Ohh, oh, oh oh,” she groaned out in time with my pinches and pulls on her nipples.

Some portion of my mind was fully occupied with awe that this was happening but the pressure on my cock against her hips and ass and back and thighs started to feel like it was pulling me into orgasm.

I had to concentrate very hard not to get too far too fast. Deep breaks while my thumb mercilessly fucked that pussy hole, now with my index finger sliding approximately over her clit, then back into wetness. The technique sucked because of the power of the thrusting, but I knew it was hitting about right.

Somewhere around ten or maybe 15 minutes of writhing on the bed — me hanging on the best I could — moans, and sighs, and believe me I was hitting it hard, her legs stiffened. Her shoulders and back clenched and she had a beautiful, powerful, grunting and later sighing orgasm.

She was squeezing, clamping really, hard on my thumb which was now motionless, letting her make tiny thrusts with her hips when it suited her and letting my index finger push near, but not quite on, her clit.

I can still remember how she felt inside and against my body. Those remarkable thighs, that beautiful, powerful ass, the moment was practically a religious experience.

She started to relax. But I was hornier that a dog with three dicks, and she told me to be rough and demanding.

I maneuvered my feet to the floor, I swung her hips to the edge of the bed, and now, the impossible was happening. I slipped my cock between her swollen lips and dragged the head up and down. The second time it dragged across her clit, she was done with that.

She thrust her hips back hard, slamming me slightly away, reached back, grabbed my dick and guided into pussy. She was not about teasing.

“Now fuck me,” she demanded in a growl

I have no idea if she would have begged, or sent me home if I waited, but I didn’t wait at all and started pounding her, cock in her pussy, and my hands on her hips to guide her onto my cock.

I would like to tell you that I lasted another 15 minutes. She was giving me little growls and grunts and I think if I could have held out and kept that pace up, magic might have happened.

But it was pretty magnificent about two minutes, maybe three, when I felt my balls tightening.

“I am going to cum,” I said.

“Deep inside.”

And, remarkably, this apparent lesbian joined me by cumming too.

Nobody will be much interested in the rest, but moments later, after tying off the condom, I found myself sponing this stranger, and it was nice.

We talked about her breakup and she got a little choked up even.

We clung for an hour or so, I kissed her cheek, offered support and walked back to my car.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/70gfq1/the_time_i_got_to_by_her_request_fuck_a_lesbian