[MF] [anal] [hotwife] My First Hook-up pt. 2 [pics]

Hello again, GWS! I apologize for my previous submission being so short. They always seem much longer when you’re actually writing them! The last few days I’ve been enjoying the afterglow of really amazing sex rather than writing things down while they were fresh in my mind, so I’ve spent several hours this evening recalling the rest of the first night I spent with another man with my boyfriend’s blessing. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed remembering it. There is one more part of that night, but for now I’m spent! ;)

Part 1 can be found [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/768d5t/mf_blowjob_first_hookup_pt_1_pic_included)

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I had taken my glasses off at some point earlier, and I’m incredibly near-sighted, so {A} led me down the hall to his room. I felt surprisingly comfortable for standing in the middle of a stranger’s bedroom, bare naked and blind. I was determined to not let anxiety and insecurity get in the way of enjoying this experience. I approached the bed and sat on the edge. It was king size and just below waist-height for me, making my imagination run wild for a few seconds with the possibilities a good bed can offer.

“Mind helping me out?” he had a condom in his hand, but he wasn’t quite ready for it yet. I nodded and reached for him with both hands, squeezing him firmly around the base before I started stroking him to get him hard. I arched my back a little and made sure his length landed between my breasts so I could squeeze them together around him. I leaned forward and licked the tip of his dick when it was close enough, and I pretty quickly abandoned the tittyfucking in favor of trying to deepthroat him again. The angle wasn’t quite right, but he ran his fingers over my hair and held it firmly in his fist, moaning as he thrust himself into my mouth, “you really know how to suck a cock, don’t you, dirty girl?” I nodded eagerly and cupped his balls, stroking my fingertips over them while my tongue worked the underside of his shaft.

With a groan, he finally pulled my head back off of him. I couldn’t help but pout. “What’s your favorite position?” he asked as he pressed the tip of his dick into the condom and began struggling to roll it down. Swearing quietly, he pulled it off and flipped it over. I grinned and reached out to help, squeezing the head and holding the condom in place while he rolled it the rest of the way down his shaft. “Don’t worry,” I joked, “it happens to me all the time.” I gripped him firmly and stroked him as it went, kicking myself mentally. *It happens all the time? You haven’t even needed condoms in five years, you idiot.* Guys aren’t the only ones who struggle with being able to think properly when all of their blood is rushing to certain places.

“Here,” I said, hopping up to turn and kneel on the edge of the bed. He helped position my knees close to the edge, pulling them farther apart so he could slide into me from behind. *Ohhhh my god, ohmygodohmygodohmygod* was the only thought my brain could process while he slowly filled me. This was without a doubt the biggest cock I had ever had, and it was splitting me open like a juicy, ripe peach. I pressed my hips back against him to help, to take more of him, to do *anything* to take as much of him inside me as I possibly could because I had to have *more*. All of it. “Fuck yes,” I breathed, my hands gripping the blanket under us, finding the packed bowl we had brought in with us. I took a hit and offered it to him offer my shoulder. “Yes, yes, yes, yes… Mmmm,” I moaned, “By the way? It’s doggy style.” I grinned as he took a hit.

“Mmmm! So fucking good… This is your favorite?” he gave a little thrust, practically making me swoon. I nodded, unable to say anything that would have been comprehensible.

And then he began to move. He had been promising me a hard pounding for weeks now, and it was finally happening. My thighs were almost as slick as my pussy, which was absolutely drenched. His hands clapped down on my ass cheeks, spanking me as he fucked me, and I was fingering my clit mercilessly. My face was shoved into the mattress when I came, my breath coming fast and hard through the cotton while I moaned for him, telling him I was cumming all over his big dick. I tensed deliciously, flexing to squeeze myself around him. It made his thrusts even more intense for me, but also pushed him out as he pulled back for another. “Fuck, your pussy is so tight,” he groaned, trying to push himself back in. His dick slid right over the opening to my pussy to my asshole. He pressed in and I moved my hips instinctively to help with the angle, and he was already inside me when I think he realized what happened. “FUCK yes,” he panted, pressing in eagerly, “yeah, I’m gonna fuck your ass now, you like that, don’t you, you dirty girl? I’m gonna make you my little anal slut…” I inhaled sharply as he thrust a little too deep, too quickly. I love anal, but it takes my body a few minutes to get accustomed to it. I unclenched my hand from the bed beneath me and said, “Ooh! Slower!” and he immediately complied. “Mmmm, good boy,” I murmured, relaxing back onto the mattress. I had a sudden thought and grabbed my phone, struggling to type through the thrusts. In hindsight, it probably gave {A} pause, but I needed to check something.

“Can he cum in my ass?”

I had an IUD, and we were clean, but my boyfriend had requested that I use condoms if {A} were to cum inside me. In the heat of the moment, I couldn’t remember if we’d specified for anal or not, and I was eager to please. The reply was quick.

“With condom. Be safe.”

No problem. I tossed the phone away and got back into the groove.

He continued to fuck me face-down into the bed, stopping only to readjust when I had melted too much for him to keep the angle we needed. He worked his way deeper into my ass, taking his time to fuck the tip of his dick in and out of the tighter second ring, and we were both moaning constantly. It hurt a little, a dull soreness on that second ring every time he pushed himself inside, but I was on a primal level of arousal that welcomed it along with the pleasure that came with each thrust. If he told me later that I had been snarling and growling while he fucked me I wouldn’t be surprised. He reached up and grabbed my shoulders tightly, and I could tell he was close. I moved my hips against him, and started running my filthy mouth.

“You fucking love this, don’t you? You love how good I can take your dick. You like making me your butt slut? You know you want to fill my ass up. Take it! Take my ass! Fuck I love this big cock sooo much,” I moaned for him. My brain was completely shut off, the words formed from the most basic instinct while he held me down and pounded into my ass. “Don’t stop, don’t you fucking stop, I have to have this dick inside me-” his fingers tightened hard on my shoulders and I *felt* him jerk inside of me as he came.

I had only cum the once, but I was languid with satisfaction as he slid out of me and went to dispose of the condom. I slowly eased myself farther up on the mattress and collapsed on a pillow. I was lazily playing with my nipples when he came and laid down next to me. “Fuck! You are so fun to fuck! I’m still at about half mast,” he said, reaching down to squeeze himself. “I bet we can keep this going!”

I raised my eyebrows, but reached for him. I’m not in great shape, my thighs were already aching, but like I said: I’m eager to please. “You don’t want to take a breather? Rehydrate?” I have to admit, I was impressed. I leaned down and gave his dick a lick. Eugh. I forgot he had used a Fire & Ice condom earlier. I grabbed the water bottle he’d brought back with him and took a few swigs before dragging some spit from the recesses of my dry-ass cotton mouth and letting it land on the head of his dick. Panting and moaning like a wounded animal for the past hour had *not* helped in that endeavor, but it was enough to stroke him and get him hard again. “How do you want it this time?”

“However you want it, girl. I’m here for you,” he gushed as he put on another condom, “use me as your fucktoy.” It was incredibly gratifying. He had been so enthusiastic and encouraging the entire time I’d been there so far, and it was as arousing as – if not more than – anything he had done to my body so far. I settled myself back against the pillow and opened my arms – and legs – to him. He lined himself up and slid inside me again. “If you can still move, I’m not done yet,” he said to me as he helped me lift my legs up, “I am going to fuck the *shit*-” he thrust hard inside me to emphasize his point “- out of you, until you can’t handle anymore, make you tap out.” *Shit*, he knew exactly how to turn me on. I threw my rubbery legs around his waist, locking my ankles, and felt him go rock hard inside me as I clamped down on him. “Ooh, you liked that,” he grinned down at me. I reached up and circled his neck with my arms. He came down to rest his head on the pillow next to me and kissed me wetly as we thrust together. We made out a bit while he rode me, our lips and tongues playing with each other. My thighs were burning with strain, our bodies were slick with sweat, and I felt fucking phenomenal. I reached out, blindly patting the bed around us while he kept going, found the bowl and brought it to my lips for another hit.

“Yes!” he laughed – a combined sound of joy and victory – and pushed himself back up, bringing my feet up to rest on top of his shoulders as I took a deep hit and flexed my inner muscles to squeeze him. I offered him the bowl as I exhaled, but he shook his head. “This is fucking incredible enough as it is,” and just kept going until, after a few more minutes, I had to give my thighs a rest. He rolled onto his back while I gulped some more water desperately for a minute, but he was already too soft when I moved to straddle him. I only had to stroke him again for a minute or two before he was ready, though. I settled myself on top for reverse cowgirl and rolled my hips until we had the right angle for him to slide inside me again. “Fuuuuuuuck,” I exhaled, taking some time to adjust to his size, “it’s like you’re splitting me open every single time…” I shifted experimentally to test my stability and, satisfied, brought my hands up to squeeze my own tits.

“Yeah, baby girl,” he moaned, his hands caressing my ass. I hoped he could see where he had spanked me earlier. “Ride that dick, take it,” he slid a finger down the cleft of my ass cheeks, pressed it against my asshole, “Goddddd you are so fucking tight!”

My back arched and I rocked my hips frantically, my right hand drifting down to play with my clit. My hips were aching too much to cum again while moving, but it also felt too good to stop. I don’t know if I said so out loud, but pretty soon he pulled out and moved me on to my back again, propping a pillow under my butt. “I gotta take control for a little while,” he panted, “I’ve got to fuck you some more before I cum again.” I gripped his arms and he buried his face in my neck as he buried his cock in my pussy again, straining until he was balls deep inside of me. The pillow made a world of difference, his entire length was stroking the upper wall of my vagina with each thrust, not just hitting my G-spot but working all the way A through fucking Z. I used the last of my flagging energy to play with my clit when I had an angle, but otherwise could barely move to do much but dig my nails into his hot skin and moan encouragement in his ear, begging him not to stop. I was on the verge of cumming all over his cock again, but literally could not move enough to bring it about, so I clung to him and enjoyed the ride. He was relentless, a desperate edge to his thrusting that told me he was getting close, slamming himself into me again and again and I fucking loved every second of it.

At long last, he jerked up off of me, yanked the condom off, and stroked until the first shot of his load hit the inner junction of my thigh. The next landed square on my slit, and he kept rubbing himself, groaning with the release. I felt like my entire body was buzzing as he laid down next to me.

“You are *so* so fun to fuck. Look!” he gestured down at his dick, still sporting some stiffness, “I can go for more, but I don’t think I’ll cum again tonight. Do you want to tap out?”

My body was beginning to feel battered in the very best of ways. It was taking a supreme effort of concentration just to be able to move my legs enough to roll onto my side, and I couldn’t lift myself off the bed far enough to drink from the bottle of water when he handed it to me. According to the clock I had been getting fucked *hard* for almost every minute of the past four hours. “How about we call it a draw?”

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