[MF] I Hope My friend Enjoyed The Show

Back in 2009 I was dating this girl, Frances. She was 24, 5’2”, 130. She was thick as Hell, ass for days from her days as a trackstar, lower back curvature from her days as a gymnast, some cute A-cups, naturally a dirty blonde but was rocking black hair. Imagine Zooey Deschanel’s face with Bryce Dallas Howard’s [ass](https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J8EcR9B3DTQ/V7Ace7DkXjI/AAAAAAAAJ1U/pIQPZ6BMYB41lPm6Xf1nWVSx0WnoLg15QCLcB/s1600/%2BBryce%2BDallas%2BHoward%2Bhot%2Bbikini%2B%25286%2529.jpg). Magnificent.

TL; DR, my friend pretend slept while I fucked my girlfriend in the living room and blew a load on her face.

I first noticed her in one of my chemistry classes when she walked in late. She was always late to class. She would try to sneak in quietly. She would wear those huge Dolce & Gabbana sunglasses. I later found out they were prescription ?.

A little about me: I was 23, 6’2”, 205 with an athletic build, short black hair, strong hands.

Anyways, we were set up together by a friend. I had just broken up with this other gal and immediately began dating Frances for six months. Those were the most amazing six months of sex I ever experienced.

Frances was a passionate lover and a sex addict. If we spent the night together, we were guaranteed to have sex. If I fell asleep before we did, I often woke up to her rubbing me or a blowjob. She also had this awesome move where she would climb on top of me and use her feet to kick my boxers off. Amazing.

Anyway, back to the story. Frances and I had gotten into a fight after a conversation about my ex-girlfriend. There was some question if I still had feelings for my ex (which I did). After a shouting match, my best good friend, Peter and I went out for a night on the town.

After getting pretty toasted, I checked my Samsung Blackjack (remember those?) to find several texts from Frances.

“Where the fuck are you?”

“You’re not gonna answer me, asshole?”

“Fuck you! I hope you die!”

Do you remember me saying she was a passionate lover? She was also a passionate hater. Later the texts read:

“Please, come over so we can talk.”

“I’m sorry.”

Peter looked over at me and asked what was up. “Frances wants me to come over.” Peter replies, “ Fuck.” Peter knew what was going to happen next. This wasn’t the first time something like this had happened and Peter knew we were probably going to angry-fuck around the house and break something.

We pulled up to Frances’ house around 3am after we got a bite to eat to help buffer some of the alcohol we had just poisoned ourselves with. I saw a familiar car in the driveway. Peter in his car on the sidewalk for me to get inside. I didn’t even get to the door before Frances’ friend Heather opened the door. Peter knew this was bad because when I turned around he was already walking up the cobblestones towards the door. “Hey Heather!” Peter exclaimed. Two months prior, Peter and Heather hooked up (another fun story!) at my place while we had a “Friendsgiving” dinner with a bunch of school and work friends. “Oh. Hey, Peter.” Heather said reluctantly. Peter and I both hurried inside and found Frances sitting at the dining room table with two bottles of pinot noir, one empty and other one half full. Peter found a spot on the couch and turned on the TV. Heather sat down next to him.

“Took you long enough,” Frances grunted. “What’s up?” I said to her happily (I’m always in a cheery mood. When people are angry, they hate it.) “Well, did you see her?” referencing my ex. I gave Peter a quick look to signal him I knew this would happen. He was focused on what was on TV, starting to doze off. “No,” I said. “Oh, you didn’t?” she slurred. “Correct,” I smiled. Frances stormed upstairs. Heather followed.

“Dude, let’s get out of here,” I pleaded with Peter, but it was already out cold. For a moment, I thought about leaving with his car. I sat down in the loveseat. As I reasoned with myself about how fucked up it would be to leave my friend at my girlfriend, probably soon-to-be ex-girlfriend’s house, I started to doze off myself. I decided I would turn in for the night and wait until sunrise to hot-tail it out of there. I turned off the lights, left the TV on and fell asleep.

Not soon after that, I heard someone come down the stairs. My eyes were too heavy to see or think about who it was. Not much long after that I felt a tugging at my hips. After several tugs, I was able to gather enough energy to wake up. Sure enough, it was Frances. She was knelt between my legs and had just unbuckled my belt. “I’m gonna take this dick whether you like it or not. This is my dick.” When she unzipped my pants and reached into my boxers, I was already as solid as a boulder. I knew what was going to happen next. Frances slowly started sucking on my left testicle, then the right. She began licking up and down several times and tongue-flicked my frenulum, slowly take my head into her mouth. This was her move. I’m not that big, 7” and cut, but Frances always had a hard time taking me down her throat because of her strong gag reflex. After a minute, I grabbed her by her ponytail and started pushing her head down. I was still a little angry and a little face-fucking for payback seemed right. She gagged a few times until she had to come up for air. When she gasped, I grabbed her under her armpits and picked her up and put her on top of me.

She was wearing red boy-shorts. I had nearly forgot Peter was asleep on the couch next to us. I tried to look over to see if he was awake. Frances immediately refocused my attention. I asked her, “What if he wakes up?” She whispered, “I don’t give a shit.” I don’t know why, but I was so turned on. Probably at the fact that someone else was in the room. I ripped a hole into her boy-shorts. It took me a second because she had soaked through them. Once a made a hole big enough, Frances raised herself up then back down, quickly onto my raging hard-on. She started bouncing up and down on me. I was so turned on and I could tell she was too. She took my hand into hers and then brought it up to her mouth a softly started sucking on the webbed space between my thumb and index finger. I felt like I could explode into her immediately. Frances changed her movement and started grinding into me. I knew she would cum soon. As she sped up, her sucking turned into a soft then firm bite on my hand. I felt her squeeze me inside of her and grabbed my wrist tightly. I held on to my orgasm until she finished. “I want to cum on your face.” Frances jumped to the floor and I stood up. She stroked my slippery shaft while she sucked on the head. I moaned, “I’m gonna cum!” She pulled me out of her mouth and stroked me onto her face, the first rope of cum hitting her chin, the rest onto her cheeks. She looked up at me and smiled.

As Frances retreated upstairs, I went to the kitchen to grab a paper towel to clean myself off and some water. When I got back to the couch, Peter’s eyes were wide open, arms crossed, and he was smirking at me. “Really, dude? You couldn’t take that shit upstairs?” I cackled at him. “I hope you enjoyed the show, bud.” We had an awesome laugh about it later over breakfast. I had never had sex with someone with friends in the immediate vicinity. But it wouldn’t be the last time.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8ugkh0/mf_i_hope_my_friend_enjoyed_the_show