This new development (her masturbating, me watching but never getting TOO involved) continued for another couple of weeks before the dam inevitably broke.
That night, her boyfriend Mikey had been out of town,so she had literally no relief except herself for going on 3 days. (Such as drought, I know…) so that night I am asleep next to her on a bed designed for someone half my size.
At some point in the night, she had decided her own hand was no longer sufficient and had rolled on top of me. I woke up and put up a weak protest but eventually gave in as she ground herself against the seam of my jeans. Before I could offer further assitance or comment, she quietly squeaked out her climax, rolled over and began snoring.
Over the next few weeks, she alternated between fucking Mikey into the ground, fingering herself to the point of arthritis , and attempting to start a fire between her pussy and my jeans. Until I had a cross country meet a few states away.
It was a multiday event so the team was around in a hotel, with guests/spectators offered reduced room rates. She and a few of our other friends split the cost of a room, knowing full well most of them would be seeking alternate arrangement.
As expected,Kate ended up in my room.
“Can’t be letting my favorite scratching post out of my sight.” she had said.
If this seems like a fucked up arrangement (I was essentially am inanimate object for her to rub herself off on) it was. And I couldn’t have been happier. Until that night.
When I run, I wore only my uniform, nothing under AMD nothing over. And the team had packed to practice and compete for a week. So I had taken to wearing my uniform shorts to sleep in. Anyone familiar with track or cross country in the early 2000s can probably see where this is going…..
These shorts were tiny. And barely contained everything normally, let alone under these circumstances.
Kate took up her standard position and began grinding,the difference this time being that she was clad only in her underwear. My Dick slipped out the left side, forced into the center by her movement.
The longer she kept it up,the harder she was pressing into me. Eventually, her panties gave up staying in place and began to slide sideways, allowing our most intimate connection to date. I gave her a questioning look, as we drew nearer to the climax of our game.
“Just… Let me do this.” she pulled off for a moment before bringing herself down again, impaling herself on my member. She bent and bit into my shoulder to muffle her cry.
I have a bit of a biting fetish.
My arms shot around her as I rolled us over.
“My turn.”
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/78h3qp/mf_she_thought_i_was_asleep_part_3
Amazing read! Hope there is more! ?
Lmk when you post part 4
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