Hey all, following on from my first story and the feedback it received (thanks for the messages all! Sorry if I’ve not replied work, working through them!) I thought I would post another. I’ve got a few stories over the years as I’m 27, so here’s another. This occurred a few years ago.
Through work I’d made some girl mates and from time to time we’d go out for a drink. Through my work friend Jasmine, I was acquainted with an English-Arab girl, let’s call her Dayna, who didn’t work with us but was always up for a drink when we went out.
Dayna was typically hot, with nice curves, perky B-tits, a large arse and a cherubic face. She has a great smile and is always friendly with a great sense of humour. I liked her immediately from meeting her, but we only really knew each other through other friends so I never tried hitting on her and was always very well behaved. We’d bump into each other on nights out sometimes, and chat and talk and have fun, and then with our mutual friends we’d usually go somewhere and that’d be that for the night. Nothing more than casual friends. The kind of friends who would ask about how work was going and any plans for the day/week/year, but nothing more intimate as we didn’t really know each other as people.
After having met Dayna for about five times over a few months through our mutual friends, I went to a house party expecting it to be a bit boring as I didn’t know the host, but promised a friend to make an appearance, have a couple drinks, and go home without wasting the whole night.
Well, that didn’t go to plan at all. Scott Fitzgerald once wrote “first you take a drink, then the drink takes a drink, then the drink takes you”.
How right he was.
At the party, partially because drinks were being thrust on me and partially because it was boring at first as expected, I had about 4 drinks and was chatting away, inhibitions and tongue loosened and after a while I was having a not-so-boring-I-want-to-go-hometime. I’m not a party animal at all, but this was alright, a social gathering, so I stayed later than I intended.
Around midnight or so, Jasmine and my work mates show up which I was not expected – neither of us actually knew the host so had no idea we’d be here – and Dayna was with them. Fashionably late, they got right into the party and as it’s always more fun with more friends, I had another drink and started talking more.
I wasn’t drunk, having spaced the beers out, but had a buzz of chattiness and confidence and began to actually have fun. Seeing Dayna, we started talking as usual, but it actually got quite deep in the usual house-party-philosophy way those talks often do. We probably learnt more about each other in 30 minutes than we had our entire time of knowing each other until then.
I noticed she was wearing this cute little black dress, and said how great she looked, and Dayna, now a little tipsy, said thanks, it was her lucky dress and she’d had a lot of luck this week. While it doesn’t sound funny to write it,her natural humour and friendliness made it so and I asked what she meant. Dayna explained it was uni freshers week (hence the party) and she’d been, in her words, a slut, and had fucked four freshers in the last four nights. I was shocked but found the wholething pretty funny as she told me various horror stories and funny stories of inexperienced 18/19 year olds, who while only a couple years younger than us both, seemed way younger because it was, for most of them, their first time away from home. We were only 22 but those 3-4 years can make a huge difference at that time.
By this time, our other friends had joined us and we were all swapping stories. We had a great laugh, and around 2ish, started to walk back home, our respective flats being a similar direction for a while.
The stories continued, and as Dayna went to go with our mutual friends (she lived with Jasmine and another) I said, well, if you don’t get lucky with a fifth guy tonight, I’ll be a mate and step up for you, wink wink. We all laughed– again, booze makes shit like that sound way funnier than it is – but the girls also enjoyed the obvious flirting and Dayna replied “sure”. We stood there for a second.. and then we walked separate ways.
I thought about her reply on my walk home. She’d said “sure”. Why didn’t I act? Because our mates were around? Who cares? I thought I’d missed my chance, but thought fuck it, and opened facebook and messaged Dayna saying I thought she was gorgeous, I’d love to ‘carry on our conversation’ tonight and didn’t feel like it should just end with that “sure”.
She replied immediately saying absolutely, we should continue the conversation, see where it leads. Thank Zuckerberg for facebook, helping dudes reclaim missed chances! I invited her to mine and I walked back out to meet her nearby. I think that got me some brownie points, and on the few minutes’ walk back, we carried on friendly flirting and chatting as if we’d not just been talking vaguely veiled about meeting to fuck.
That all changed once we got inside.
Once in my flat, I got us both a drink, and I don’t think we even touched them before making out.
Now, I love foreplay, and love going down on a girl and giving as well as getting, but this was one of those super hot times were sexual tension had been building all night, and I quickly realised, for several months, we were suddenly all over each other and sliding my hand up Dayna’s dress and down her panties, could feel how absolutely soaking she already was. A few rubs and a finger in, her moans and breaths getting louder, I ripped her knickers down, picked her up, threw her onto the bed and hitched up her dress.
She undid my belt as I took of my shirt and getting my dick out, I pulled Dayna toward me and slid inside her, forcing my dick in every single inch. She moaned and pulled me on top of her, and we began to fuck in missionary, making out, fucking, relentlessly, until she came. It sounds rare from modern porn and sex stories that a girl can cum without foreplay, but mental foreplay can get anyone just as hot and we’d been flirting all night, plus the heat of the moment, there was nothing holding us back. Feeling Dayna cum after what felt like only a few minutes, I swiftly followed, and shot my cum into her pussy as we hadn’t bothered with a condom. The raw desire lead to raw fucking and neither of us were concerned with anything but feeling the rush of hot sex.
We lay like that a moment, me on top, still gently kissing, as we laughed and the sex faded to that post-fucking-warmth. I stripped off properly as she did the same, got our drinks, we drank and chatted on the bed for a bit.
But the night doesn’t end there.
With the first fuck over, we actually began to fool around and have proper foreplay once we’d got our mutual breath back, and enjoyed each other’s bodies and touches in equal measure before she climbed onto me. She rode me, I bent her over, and we fucked like animals through the night. It was hot, it was heavy, it was intense, but most of all, it was so fucking in-sync. We seemed to instinctively know what each other wanted and I distinctly remember the sun coming up around 6am before we finally fell into bed to actually sleep.
We woke around midday, and I was greeted with a blowjob, the likes of which have honestly never been equalled. She was good, and I mean, fucking good. Dayna played with my shaft, fondled my balls, and wanked me off into her mouth as she sucked the head and flicked the tip until I came in her mouth.
We talked for a bit after before she said she should probably get on her way, but we should do it again sometime. Of course, I agreed, and over the next 6 months we were basically dating, but it was sex-focussed . We never spoke about going exclusive because it never needed to be said; we talked daily and saw each other most nights, so there was simply no time for anyone else.
After those 6 months, Dayna moved to London for work. It was pretty sad and she ended up getting a boyfriend for a while, but we always remained friends. They broke up a year or so ago and we became quite flirty back end of last year, and we’ve both visited each other this year already, fucking like we did that first night every time. Does that count as a happy ending? I think it does.
As always, everything is true as best I can remember
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8oc53l/i_was_the_5th_guy_my_friend_fucked_in_5_nights
+1 for the word arse
Even Zuckerberg had fun