Hallway Debauchery and the Backyard Bonfire [MF]

So, here it goes. My first post. This is a story about my first, and most unforgettable MILF. She’s a legend in my book. I actually plan on releasing a bunch of stories out of all the insane adventures we’ve had, however, this one will have to do for now.

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The Introduction (She needs one.)

We’ll call her Q. I, who was 21 at the time of this story, met her while intoxicated at a friend’s birthday get together. Bombay and Pineapple was the drink of choice that night. That’s where the “time traveling” began. A few friends come over and one of our close friends, from elementary school, brings her older, married, sister Q. This woman, about 26 at the time, was stunning. about 5’2”, silky brown curly hair, piercing blue eyes, petite-thick, beautiful size D breasts, and a deviant smirk to top it. From the moment she walked in, my sights set on her and nothing could break it. I flirted with her endlessly and she was just having a giggle at me how much I was working to make her smile. Unfortunately, the Bombay would soon overpower me. I ended up in the bathroom puking and asking for breadsticks repeatedly. When the time travel began to slow down and I caught my footing, she was gone. The next day, I called her sister, told her how much I could not stop thinking about her sister. Asked if she can pass along my number. Her sister calls me within the hour and the rest is history (which we will come back to eventually).

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1 Year Later (The Backyard Bonfire)

A night I would simply never forget. At this point in time, Q and I have been secret lovers on and off. A constant push and pull where the guilt would build up, I tried to get away, and she pull me right back in with her seductiveness and beautiful, welcoming lips that could suck the life out of you. She was at the end of a rough marriage involving kids that she had been trying to legally end for sometime now. I was her. willing, distraction you could say. At the time, I was in a relationship with a GF for a few years who I would struggle from time to time with, who was also sexy as hell (Asian, played softball as catcher her whole school career through college and had beautiful thick legs).

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Tonight, since Q was now freshly divorced, was trying to set her up on a double date with a good friend of ours. This was actually normal. She would sometimes hang out with my girlfriend and I while exchanging dirty looks and grabs at my crotch when no one would be looking. This outting was no different from those times. I kept my distance this night because I actually cared and wanted Q to be happy. I was also convinced that I probably would end up with my GF for the long run, so hey, why not get in the way of someones happiness.

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We went out to a bar to get acquainted and enjoyed a few beers. Q and our friend were enjoying some conversation. It was actually a good time. After getting a good buzz going, we threw around the idea of going back to my place and getting a bonfire going. We headed back to my place, got out some sausages and other items to cook while throwing back some more alcohol. Toward the end of the night, it’s time to clean up and I offer to help clean up while everyone else can stay and socialize. Q offers to help me and I think nothing of it. We walk into the house and I ask how the date is going, to which she felt was so-so and that he wasn’t me. She had a way of being playful and always making me feel like I was the only guy in the room which was really special.

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On the way back out from dropping dishes off at the kitchen, she pushes me against the wall hard in the hallway, smirks and stares deeply into my eyes, unbuckles my belt with one hand and in one fell swoop drops to her knees along with my pants and begins sucking away at my half erect cock. She would always stare up deep into my eyes, sucking away at me, never breaking I contact. Q could always sense when I was about to pop and would always swallow every bit of it down. As she felt me tensing up, she begins sucking harder and sticking her tongue to lick my balls while deepthroating. Right as I was about to have that sweet release she pops right back up and kisses me. She pulls back, smirks and walks back to the bonfire. It’s on.

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There was always playful competition between us. Games of “let’s see if you can make me pop in less than five minutes” and “throw everything you got at me” would ensue. Ideas start swarming my mind. In this particular scenario, there was something so hot about have this competition all the while pretending as if nothing ever had happened outside, back in the company of our friends.

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We make the second run of brings back dishes. This time on the way back out, I grab her by the back of her hair and drop her knees. I pull my dick back out and hold it right in front of her face. Q sticks her tongue out and stares up at me submissively. She takes me in and out of her mouth repeatedly as I speed up the face fucking while she’s working her hand in circular motions around the base of my cock and cupping my balls while sucking me off. She feels me throb and signals me with “mmhmm” to cum down her throat. I pull out, grab her by her cheeks, gave her a quick playful slap on the face. I stare deeply into her eyes, wave a finger in front of her and whisper, “not yet” with a smirk now on my face. I pull her off her knees by her hair bend her over a counter, drop her pants, and sticks it right between her sopping lips. She let’s out a whimper and pulls me in from behind by grabbing my ass. I pull her by her hair pumping harder and harder making her cum hard and fast since we don’t have too much time until it becomes suspicious.

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Right as I’m nearing completion, I instruct her to get on her knees and she sucks my off, stares at me with those big baby blues in a feverish look for wanting to taste my load, coaxing the cum out of my shaft. I feel it coming, my body tenses, and I unload every drop down her throat. She moans satisfyingly through the tip of my dick. The vibrations feels amazing and rewarding. Q licks up every last drop and smacks her lips in a a satisfying fashion. Get’s off her knees, smirks, and walks to the bathroom to wash off. I walk back outside to not leave any suspicion. With the intoxication in the air, no one noticed a thing. Our friend parted as the vibe to go further just wasn’t there and we all went our separate ways for the night.

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To this day, this one of the hottest, and shortest, sexual encounters we have ever had. This woman was simply not a women. She was a force. A goddess. A succubus whose only intention was to drain my balls every time she could.

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She was Q.

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This was my first post and I kind of just went with the flow. I hope you guys enjoyed it. Will keep trying to posting to get better at this whole thing. Feel free to prod me for any questions!

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Take care.

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B.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ada9a9/hallway_debauchery_and_the_backyard_bonfire_mf