Ravaged and fucked over NYE [MF]

Short back story, I’ve known this guy for almost 10 years now. We played around a bit back in high school and then kept in touch when we went separate ways after graduation. He ended up moving around a lot, but we kept in pretty constant communication even though we would go long stretches of time without ever seeing each other.

The past few months our texts started getting more and more hot and heavy. Lots of flirting, lots of talking about what turns us on. Fast forward to New Years Eve, and he was in town visiting family. I had no plans for the holiday and I knew he didn’t either. I went out on a limb and invited him over to my house for the evening, I said I’d cook dinner and we could play Mario Kart. He agreed.

I was excited and nervous when he got there, we hadn’t seen each other in 3 or 4 years at this point. I went in to give him a hug and suddenly remembered just how small I always felt next to him. He’s an easy 6’ and I’m just 5’2’’. His chin can sit comfortably on top of my head and his shoulders are so wide I can barely fit my arms around them.

He helped me cook dinner and it was a good time, but there was definitely some unspoken tension. Neither of us really knew where this was going to end up. We turned on a tv show to watch while we ate, and I ended up sitting down on the couch next to him. I doubted he would make a move unless I gave him some sort of go-ahead, so I laid down against his shoulder and he put his arm around me. Things started to move pretty quickly from there.

His hands were on me immediately while we watched, caressing my legs and thighs, playing with my fingers. They’re as big as dinner plates and he had them moving on my body constantly. I was honestly ready to take him back to bed and jump him right then, but I held back to try and preserve at least a little dignity.

Finally he moved me off his shoulder and bent down to kiss me. He tasted better than I remembered, and both our skills had definitely improved in the last decade. He had also grown quite the impressive beard since the last time I’d kissed him, which is a huge turn on for me. It didn’t take long before his hand was on my shirt and I swung my leg over and sat on his lap. The makeout session got a lot more intense, and I started moving my hips back and forth against him, I could feel how hard he was through my leggings. His hands were on my hips, moving with me. He shifted me over so I was straddling his leg, and I started moving harder and faster. We were both breathing hard now, and his hands were all over me. I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer, with his tongue in my mouth and on my neck and me rubbing myself against his jeans.

Finally, I pushed my face into his neck and gripped his shoulders. I came hard against him, shuddering and crying out (I have a tendency to be a little loud). He grabbed me and I heard him say “Oh my god,” under his breath while I shook under his hands and I shit you not I could’ve gone again right then and there after hearing that. But I didn’t, it had gotten extremely late by that point and he had to leave. I could’ve sat there feeling his hard-on between my legs all night but I reluctantly walked him to the front door (shakily and very unsteady on my post-orgasm legs) with hopes of seeing him again before he had to leave town.

The next day I texted him, casually mentioning that he should probably come back over since we never got to play “Mario Kart” together. He quickly agreed and we planned for him to come back over that night. To be fair, we actually did play some Mario Kart, but I did eventually end up straddling his lap on the couch again with his fingers in my hair. We made out for awhile until I couldn’t wait any more, and suggested we go back to my bedroom. I all but dragged him down the hallway, breathing hard and heart beating out of my chest.

I really had no idea what to expect at this point. He self-admittedly didn’t have a lot of experience, having only been with one girl before me, but I wasn’t exactly dwelling on that. All I knew was that I wanted him and I wanted him now. As this was our first time together I was expecting him to be at least a little timid – I was wrong.

As soon as we got back to my room he turned around and shoved me roughly up against the door. He kissed me hard and his hand came up and wrapped around my throat, squeezing just enough to make me gasp into his mouth. He pulled me to the bed and pushed me onto my back, pulling my shirt over my head. He laid next to me and let his hands roam all over my body, trailing his fingers over my stomach and squeezing my black lacy lingerie I’d worn especially for him. My chest was heaving when he finally let his hand slip down between my legs, and I gasped when his finger started to circle my clit. He lowered his head and took the soft skin of my breast in his mouth and bit down hard. I cried out and clutched at his back; I’d have a solid bruise there for the next week and a half.

He reached down and grabbed my leggings, pulling them and my matching black panties off in one fell swoop. Sliding off the bed, he pulled my hips forward and knelt on the ground in front of me, kissing and nipping the insides of my thighs while I squirmed. Finally he leaned forward and opened his mouth against me, pushing his tongue inside and gripping my legs on either side of his head. I moaned and closed my eyes, grabbing the sheets while he expertly ate me out. He moved up, swirling and flicking his tongue on my clit while slipping two fingers inside me. I cried out again, getting increasingly louder as he worked on me. You could hear how wet I was around his fingers which turned me on even more. Eventually he slipped his fingers out of me and I whimpered, squirming on the bed, aching and wanting more as he crawled back up next to me.

I kissed him hungrily, tasting myself on his mouth and letting my hands wander down to his rock hard cock. I pulled his jeans down and grasped it, and was surprised to feel how thick it was, it filled my entire hand. He moaned when I started pumping him and that made my breath start coming fast again. I pushed him onto his back and crawled down his body, pulling his jeans off the rest of the way as I went. I sat between his legs, letting his cock brush against my chest and bra while I stroked him. I got my mouth right down in front of his cock so he could feel my breath, and I stayed there for a bit just watching him struggle. He had one arm thrown up over his eyes and his other hand was basically ripping holes in the sheets while he moaned and made small, incomprehensible noises. I finally decided to put him out of his misery but I also just really wanted to feel his rock hard dick in my mouth, so I stuck out my tongue and slowly swirled it around his head. He groaned and said “oh my god” again under his breath so I started to go to town. I took him to the back of my throat, running my tongue up and around his shaft as he got increasingly louder.

Eventually I knew I couldn’t wait any longer. I took him deep one last time then crawled off and got the condom, rolling onto my back while he kneeled above me and put it on. Once again I wasn’t sure what to expect at this point. The foreplay was obviously mind blowing, so there was no way I’d be lucky enough to get incredible sex too, right? WRONG. I waited impatiently as he lined himself up and leaned forward, his body hovering over mine. He slowly started to push his hips forward and I lifted my own hips to meet him. I could feel every inch of him as he slid inside and I let out a loud sob of pleasure when he finally reached the hilt. I felt completely filled, and as he pulled back and pushed back in waves of warmth shot up through my belly and I knew it wasn’t going to be long before I came. He started fucking me in earnest and the headboard was banging against my wall. I felt it building, and when I did cum it was literally full body. I cried out and all of my limbs shook, my legs clamping around his back, wave after wave of pleasure rendering me incoherent. While I came he said “oh my god you’re so fucking hot,” and leaned down and held me, feeling my body shake and squeeze beneath him.

I laid there, shaking, and from past experience fully expecting him to finish quickly and roll off of me, but no. He kept going, giving me more and more. The guy is literally a fucking machine. I ended up losing count of how many times I came. I was unaware of the fact, but afterwards he told me that at one point while getting fucked out of my mind I was saying “This isn’t real, this isn’t real, this isn’t real,” over and over again. And in hindsight I totally believe it because the dick was unreal.

Never in my life had I felt the need to tap out of getting fucked, but I was just about there when he finally rolled off of me. I let myself recover and catch my breath for a minute before taking him in my mouth again until he bucked his hips and shot his load into the back of my throat, which I swallowed greedily. I rolled off of him a final time and collapsed onto the bed, covered in sweat, completely spent, used, and bruised all over. I thought I’d been fucked in the past, but nothing comes close to that experience. Walking around at work the next day with the bruises under my clothes where he’d bit me made me so hot I was soaking through my panties at my desk.

We fucked quite a bit over the next 10 days, and the sex just kept getting better and better. I think that will have to wait for a part 2 post. As for right now you’ll have to excuse me, I need to go change my panties again…

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ajsarr/ravaged_and_fucked_over_nye_mf