Evening all. Long time lurker, first time poster, all that jazz.
I never thought I’d have a story to tell on this subreddit. I haven’t seen any action for the last two-and-a-half years, and I didn’t expect that to change any time soon. On Saturday night, it did.
**The Backstory**
I met a girl, who for the purposes of this story is called Justine, about this time last year. I had just started professional wrestling training, whereas she had been doing it on and off for a while. Being someone who admits themselves to be not in particularly good physical shape, I was reassured when Justine welcomed me into the sessions, and we got on reasonably well. However, due to a regular ol’ mugging in which I got bottled in the back of the head, I had to give it up (pro wrestling is extremely conscious of concussions, so no hard feelings). Justine and I kept loosely in touch over the next few months, but not to any remarkable extent.
We started talking again more a little while ago, which eventually resulted in me being invited to her birthday shindig, but unfortunately I couldn’t make it due to prior engagements, and we half-jokingly agreed that I should come over some other time. Last Friday night, I actually had the time off from university to be able to go visit, and we had a good time while we were at it. If there was any sexual tension, it was certainly very subtle. On the way out, I bumped into Justine’s boyfriend very briefly, who’d just got back in from his business. Justine messaged me very shortly after I left saying that her boyfriend had just gone back out too, and that she was feeling lonely. Bit late for me, I was already halfway back home, but we agreed to meet up again soon.
As so often happens between us, we started flirting. Usually it’s just minor league insults and the like, but this time Justine flat-out opened with how horny she was and how she had no-one to help her out, so it went a little further than usual. Eventually, we made plans for me to come round again the next day, and I started to finally hope that my barren spell was ending.
Come the next day, I was busy fobbing off my parents, who had made a surprise visit to where I’m studying, with a story about how I’m helping people for some upcoming auditions so couldn’t meet up – shame, really – and found Justine again. If I was worried about it being tense or nervous, that went out of the window immediately, and although we didn’t say anything about our agreement, there was definitely more tension this time.
She lit up, as she is wont to do, but that’s not my style so I stayed off the stuff, and we stuck on some BBC comedies (they really are the best), very, very slowly getting closer to each other, until a few hours in, we were literally touching noses, barely having to make a sound to be heard. It was amazing for me to even be this intimate with anyone, it hadn’t happened for so long. We were both waiting for each other to make the first move – her, because of reasons that aren’t my place to discuss, and having not had sex outside her relationship for about two years, and me, because I’m a socially awkward son-of-a-bitch – and in the meantime seeing how close we could get, each of us goading the other to give in.
**The Action**
Finally, somehow, I plucked up the courage and leant in for that fateful first kiss, and our lips met.
Hello to everyone who skipped the backstory, I’ve saved the descriptions until now just for you. Justine is mid-to-late twenties, shoulder-length dyed-red hair, about 5’6” or so, bar-pierced nipples, sizable tits and an even better ass. I, on the other hand, am about as close as you can get to 6’0” without being 6’0”, swept brown hair that isn’t quite short enough for me to style up anymore, penis no longer than 6.5”, neither stunningly fit athletically nor bearing stomach rolls you could lose your spring rolls in – just rather average, although my legs are reasonably well toned due to years of tennis.
The kisses are light at first, almost more like pecks, but with more intent. Then it starts getting heavier, and soon we’re making out on the sofa, hands round the back of necks and on asses. Justine gets up and starts walking towards the bedroom.
“Am I staying here?” I ask. If it’s possible to ask a question smirkingly, that’s what happened here.
“Absolutely not, we’ve got far too much fun to have” comes the reply, and with that I follow her in, push her backwards onto the bed, crawl on top, and now we’re making out again.
We start dry-humping, and it’s soon very clear to me that Justine hasn’t seen any action for far too long. My hands started teasing her breasts, and soon her jumper and shirt are both off and discarded somewhere on the floor that would soon become home to many more clothes. As my hands circle her, never getting close enough to her nipples to provide the relief she’s craving, I started leaving my mark on her neck, eliciting subtle moans.
“This doesn’t seem fair, that you’re still in all your clothes” Justine teases me. I take the hint, and now we’re making out again with our upper bodies in full skin-on-skin contact, the only thing between them being her bra.
Soon after, the bra comes off, and now I can see the nipple piercings. I’m not surprised by this, but I am pleased, as I now know that her nipples are extremely sensitive and won’t take much stimulation. I’m right. Soon she’s moaning more, as my left hand plays with one nipple, and my mouth alternates between gently biting her other nipple, leaving more marks on her neck, and kissing her again.
“I can tell what you want”, I say to Justine, “but you’re going to have to earn it from me”. With that, we flip over, and now she’s on top of me. We tag-team my trousers, and now I’m naked being given a handjob by the beautiful woman on top of me. If I could tell myself from a month ago what was coming, I probably would have taken up religion.
Once I’ve got past the dangerous first minute of direct stimulation, I remember how difficult it is for me to cum from something that isn’t sex or oral, so I start to really enjoy myself. But Justine doesn’t go for oral next, she just wants to get fucked as soon as possible, and so she strips naked too and hands me a condom to put on. As I roll it on, for a moment, I tell her to wait, as I’m a massive fan of giving oral, but then something in my mind goes “Screw that, this woman wants you to fuck her, give her what she wants”, and I let her slide onto me.
Fuck. I’d forgotten just how good this felt. The warm, tight grip, the weight, the intimacy – everything was even better than I remembered it. Justine clearly felt just as happy to be being fucked again, as the moans started coming consistently now, peaking each time she slid me into her as far as she could get her ass to push. I start pushing back, at first matching her rhythm to try and push deeper, but eventually going back to my old failsafe: what I lack in extraordinary length, and probably in technique too, I make up for in nigh-on inexhaustible vigour.
At this point, I remember the trick I’d learned from my only previous sexual partner: once I’m past inserting my tip, I can take shaft stimulation till kingdom come, which means I can go as long as my legs can thrust, and even better, I can go that long whilst staying deep. With this knowledge I go to flip her over so we’re now in missionary.
“Don’t worry about me,” Justine says with a sly smile, “I’m so blazed that I won’t be able to cum anyway”.
Something in me snaps upon hearing this. I don’t know whether it turned me on so much, or if it felt like a dig at my pride (which dictates that the woman should enjoy the sex at least as much as I should), but I turned up my dominant side from here on out.
“Too stoned my ass. I’m gonna *make* you cum” I growl, and as I see her face light up at my new-found authoritative streak, I bury myself deep inside her, and now I’m not holding anything back, now it’s just a game of ‘how long can I fuck you for’, ‘how much can you take’, ‘how deep can I fuck you before you’re moaning uncontrollably’.
I find out the answer to that last question very shortly, as I slightly adjust my position, and suddenly I’m hitting all the right spots and Justine is moaning wildly. This makes me feel like a king, and my increased confidence leads to stronger, deeper strokes, and this vicious circle continues, although the only people calling it vicious were probably the neighbours who could do little to help hearing Justine’s moans.
The next hour or so is a bit of a blur, fifteen minutes of me shoving Justine’s face into the bed and fucking her newly-exposed pussy, another fifteen of pillow-assisted missionary on the edge of the bed (highly recommend, I’m sure Justine would agree that it went down very well), alternating between positions we’d already done, all the while I’m listening to how Justine responds to every stroke and using this information to decide what I’m going to do to her next.
Finally, we’re back in missionary, and my legs are close to giving out, as I’ve been the one in charge of the insertion since I flipped her over all that time ago.
Justine smiles at me. “I told you that I was too blazed to cum.” She then lets out a sadistic smirk, and follows up with “That does mean that right now I’d make a good fucktoy though”.
Whatever animalistic instincts I have left, this sets them off. Now I’m determined to fuck her as hard as I can, be damned if it makes me cum. With all the energy I have left in my legs, I set off on the final stretch, pumping as deep, as hard, as fast as I can manage at this point. Justine’s moans are ringing in my ears, like a coach urging their athlete down the home straight of a marathon, and I can at last feel my orgasm building.
The telltale tingling is growing, and I dedicate my last pre-orgasm thoughts to just burying myself as deeply inside as I can. This sets me off, and I finally cum, streak upon streak shooting out of me. I hold my position above Justine, lean down to give her a kiss, and then collapse onto her, both of us breaking out into massive grins and laughs.
My job was done: for the next two days Justine’s legs were aching, and I earned the compliments of her boyfriend, her friends, and those of my friends that have found out so far. We’ve got another session planned for Thursday night – but now the game is beating this, and it’s a game we’re both more than ready for.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7ud1o5/reintroducing_my_friend_to_the_joys_of_an_open
Very sexy and well written story – thanks for sharing and I hope you write more
Master her titties, titty master.