This will be the final chapter in this saga. Sorry it took so long to post, but I got caught up in another thing for a while.
As I have said before, enjoy the story, but for full context, read parts 1 through 4 before this one.
After Anna went back to her city, her spell on me seemed to fade quickly. I was always able to see her for what she was; but only so long as she wasn’t using her feminine wiles to sway me. Her power was very simple: she had the best pussy in the world. But if she couldn’t use that on a man, she had no power.
I was a thousand miles away from her, and I wanted to keep it that way. She was toxic.
We talked fairly often, engaging in some phone sex and dirty chat at least once a week. But it never went beyond that and I never encouraged talk of a reunion. Two weeks after she had left, she texted me out of the blue:
JUST GOT MY PERIOD. NOT PREGNANT. ?
I felt two things:
Relief that she wasn’t knocked up and that I didn’t have to worry, and;
A jolt of arousal at the thought that I had filled her unprotected pussy with sperm countless times and that pregnancy had been a very real possibility!
I texted her back immediately:
DAMN. GUESS I’LL HAVE TO FUCK YOU MORE NEXT TIME. ?
I’m not sure why I encouraged this girl. It was my kink controlling me. Because I did NOT want that.
Of course, she loved that reply. She clearly wanted to be pregnant. I’m wasn’t sure why, or what she got out of it. But I turned me on that she was so into it.
The months wore on, and we didn’t see eachother and there was no real attempt to visit. Time and distance made us slowly grow apart, and after about a year, we just stopped talking. I dated other women, and I’m sure she had her fair share of men.
About three years after the last time I saw her, she popped into my head one day for no particular reason. It felt weird that we had simply drifted apart and I guess I wanted some sort of closure. So I sent her a Facebook message. It was something along the lines of asking her how her life was and whatnot.
She responded the same day! A lot had happened apparently. She had been dating a guy for a couple years, and he had apparently gotten her pregnant with twins. Her two girls were a little under a year old. I congratulated her on it and we chatted on and off for the next couple weeks. Although I was skeptical that a girl like her could actually settle down with one guy long term, I didn’t outright question or poke fun at her. She seemed happy.
As the months passed, we kept talking. She was “on and off” with this guy all the time, as evidenced by her Facebook relationship status. She seemed to always have it set as “it’s complicated”, and she even aired some drama publicly from time to time. This didn’t surprise me and I’m sure it was all her. I could tell the guy she was dating was a major pushover.
During one of their “off times”, her messages to me started to take on a flirty, almost sexual undertone. I wasn’t seeing anyone at the time, so I engaged. It didn’t take long for her to start sexting me and sending nudes. And I enjoyed it! She was just as sexy as she had always been and having twins didn’t even affect her petite little body. She still had her tight little ass and firm stomach.
But a month later, the texts and messages stopped. I assumed she had got back with her guy again, and when I asked, she confirmed that she had. So I pulled back on talking with her, and gave her space.
But then I got told I was going on exercise with my unit, and we would be stationed within driving distance from her city. Anna was my first thought. I wonder if she was still with the doormat? So I sent her a message, telling her I would be close by and whether she wanted to meet up at all. Her response was…so like Anna:
WHY YOU WANNA MEET UP? MISS MY PUSSY? ?
I was floored. She must be on a break with her useless boyfriend. I responded:
CAN I HAVE YOUR PUSSY?
I wasn’t sure if she was offering or if she was just being flirty, so I levelled with her. I secretly hoped she’d turn me down so the temptation would just cease to be a factor. I did not want to caught up in her web again. Why was I even messaging her?! Ugh.
YOU WANT IT? COME GET IT THEN!
I asked her if she was still seeing her boyfriend, and she simply asked me why that mattered. Wow. What a slut. I checked her relationship status and she was “in a relationship”. Well that answers that.
A couple weeks later I was on exercise. I messaged her that I was there and whether she was still up for meeting up with me. She replied to me the next day, telling me to come down whenever was good for me, but to text her when I was going to be there. As soon as I had a free weekend, I rented a car and headed drive the three hours to her city. I couldn’t believe I was actually doing this, but my dick wanted it. I listened to my dick too much when it came to Anna.
I pulled up at her house around 6 pm. She was getting ready to put her two little ones to bed, so we sat around chatting for a while. I was sitting on the couch when her phone rang, and she went to the other side of the room to get it. I could tell immediately it was her boyfriend. Wow, this bitch had no conscience at all! Talking to her bf on the phone with another man sitting in her living room. But I still didn’t care about him. If he was blind enough to not see her for what she was, that was his problem.
After putting the twins down to bed, she came back downstairs, and she was a different Anna. The Anna I knew. The sex crazed slut.
There was no seduction this time. No pretense. No hesitation. She pulled her shirt over her head, removed her bra, and pulled her pants down with her panties seemingly all in one movement. I sat there in awe of her confidence and sex appeal. She truly was a sex fiend! I was hard in a matter of seconds.
She knelt in front of me, pulled my jeans off with my boxers and tossed them to the side. She stared at me with a cocky look on her face. Looking down to my hard cock, her smile widened, and then she looked back into my eyes.
No words passed between us. She straddled me, took a hold of my cock, and eased her impossibly tight pussy down until her pubic hair meshed with mine. She didn’t even mention a condom. This bitch was something else.
“Ooooh yes” she moaned with her eyes closing in pleasure. Then she began to ride me, slow movements up and down, coating my hardness in her slick juices. I had forgotten how she felt; how wet she became; how impossible snug she felt; her vagina clinging to my dick as if the two were made for one another. She felt so fucking good.
I knew I wouldn’t last long. Only ten minutes into her riding me, I knew I was close.
“Slow down baby”, I asked her, almost laughing at how fast she was fucking me now. “We have all evening”.
She gave me no answer. Just kept fucking me in the same rhythm. I was going to blow! She felt so damn good!
“I’m cumming” I breathed to her. Starting into her intent face. She seemed to have a moment of internal conflict, and then she said the words she had never said to me before:
“Don’t cum in me!”
She pulled off my cock just in time, and I spewed a massive load onto her stomach, ass and all over myself. It was so much cum! I couldn’t believe she had pulled off of me. And I knew there must’ve been a damn good reason why.
“Why did you pull off of me?” I asked her with a smirk.
She just gave me one of her non-answers. A knowing smirk and a roll of her eyes. I could read between those lines well enough. So I didn’t question it any further.
“Oh my god you got it all over my couch! Fuck!” She nearly screamed. “Fuck fuck fuck!”
I looked down and sure enough my cum was looking on the edge of the couch cushion. Yikes! We got up and cleaned it as best we could, but the stain was there. She ended up flipping the cushion over to hide it. Haha.
We chatted idly for the next twenty or so minutes. I noticed she started putting her clothes back on and getting comfy. She was oddly silent again, and seemed to be deep in thought.
Guilt. I could feel the guilt emanating from her. I couldn’t believe she felt bad about this. She really couldn’t help herself. And I think that’s what her problem had been all along; she craved sex, she wanted the closeness, she wanted variety in men, and she couldn’t say no. I almost felt sad for her in that moment.
“Wanna fuck again?” I tested, already knowing the answer.
“Uhhhh, no I am way too tired” she lamented.
“Riiiiight” I thought immediately. As if this girl was ever too tired for sex. But now I understood what was happening here. I smiled at her knowingly, and started to gather my things. She offered to let me sleep over for the night instead of driving back. I declined.
I knew when I drove away from her that day that it was the last time I would be inside her. I felt a sense of loss at that thought, but also a sense of peace. She would no longer have that power over me! Her pussy had power over my better judgement, and I was glad to be out of her web.
A year later she married the doormat. What a goof. He was either a willing cuckold or he was stupid. Only an ignoramus would be capable of not spotting her infidelity. Sometimes I do consider that maybe he was a cuck. She was a sub with me, but she had some dom tendencies. It’s possible she wanted a guy like that. If that’s true, I wonder if she taped our fuck session or if he was actually in the house. That would be a twist!
I never spoke to her again. Once in a while I search her on FB to check up, but she’s not too active. She’s still married to him to this day. She now has three kids, and I wonder if he’s the bio father of all three. Somehow, I doubt it.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/cwoz3d/i_miss_her_but_she_was_too_wild_part_5_mflong