[M][F] A rained out festival set the stage for me and a coworker. Part 2 [Cheating]

Part 2 picks up immediately after the original story. It starts out with sexy bits, then some mushy shit for a minute, and then back to sexy stuff. I welcome any criticism, so please share your thoughts on it.

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For the people who have been messaging me asking for more, I’m sorry it took so long for me to get around to it.

[Part One Here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/e76vpl/mf_a_rained_out_festival_set_the_stage_for_me_and/) – If you haven’t read it, part 2 probably won’t make any sense.

“We probably have time for round 2 before she’s done.” Crystal said as she wrapped her mouth around my rapidly inflating member. I was as hard as steel in almost no time. I pushed on Crystal’s side, and she got the hint and straddled my face, lowering her smooth gash to my mouth. I licked her lips, which were already quite wet. My hands dug into her firm ass cheeks as her blowjob escalated to a Category 5. Her tongue swirled around my rigid dick faster than I thought possible while she bobbed up and down, using her hand to pump any meat not currently developed by Hurricane Crystal.

I held on for dear life and continued to probe her folds with my tongue, her hard body contracting and flexing when I honed in on what she liked. My fingers flirting with her puckered hole as I continued to try and give as good as I was getting. Finally risking it, I pushed my ring finger against the opening of her ass. Her legs clamped around my head again, making it hard to breath her juices flowed into my mouth.

She released her vacuum grip on my cock and quickly straddled my hips, pointing my hard prick towards her wet and waiting pussy.

“Mmmmm” she groaned as she lowered herself all the way to the base in one movement. She collapsed on my chest and locked her lips with mine, slowly gyrating while my hands explored her amazing body. She didn’t maintain her snail pace for long, and before I knew it, the bed was rocking in rhythm to our tangled bodies. Her moans started out low and sensual, but were quickly changed to loud and carnal.

# SMAAAACK!

The crack of my hand slapping her wonderful rear filled the small room as she continued riding with everything she had.

“Oh God, yes, I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” she bellowed. Her pussy was too much for me, and I wasn’t going to last much longer myself. After a few seconds her body tensed again, and the walls of her tight pussy clamped around my shaft. My toes curled in ecstasy as I lifter her off me at the time of my eruption. I came all over the both of us, barely making it out of her pussy before my own orgasm took me. We lay panting for a while, and decided we should take a shower. That lead to more touching, and before long, I had her bent over in front of me, pressed into the wall of the shower, cupping her perky chest. Things carried over back to the bed, and the counter, and anywhere else we could fuck each other’s brains out inside my room. I don’t think I’ve ever fucked that much before our since.

We paused briefly to go get some breakfast and make a condom run so we didn’t have quite as much cleanup after each round, before we were right back in the room, playing *Mr. Wobbly hides his helmet.* I can’t tell you how many times either of us came. I can tell you that by late afternoon, dehydration was a very real concern for the both of us. We lay in bed, sprawled across each other, covered in sweat and other bodily fluids, sore, but satisfied. I watched as her pert chest rose and fell with her breathing, our hands intertwined. It hit me then that I’d had a thing for her for a while. The thought made me uneasy. I was going to want more, and that probably wasn’t a possibility.

“C’mon, we need to shower for real and find Kali. The festival was supposed to wrap up today, we need to get home” Crystal said, as she slowly climbed from the bed, pulling me behind her. The shower was a silent one. There wasn’t any touching. After we’d cleaned and rinsed, we dried ourselves off. She left the bathroom before me. When I walked out, she wasn’t in my room, and the door connecting the girls’ room to mine was closed.

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*Bzzzzt bzzzzzt*! I found my phone near the bed and checked the notification

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I found Kali. We’ll meet at your truck in 30.

I gathered my belongings and got the room and order. I’d missed checkout for that day, so I had to pay for another day, even though I was leaving. When I got to my truck, Crystal’s head was down, her fingers furiously tapping at the screen of her phone. Kali gave me a little smile as I loaded my stuff into the bed and unlocked the cab. The girls climbed in the backseat, silently. I navigated us towards home in almost complete silence. The radio playing quietly in the background was the only noise in the truck besides the tell tale signs of someone receiving messages. I figured Crystal was in an argument with the boyfriend we’d left behind, but after a while, I realized the girls were texting one another. It was dark when I pulled up to Crystal’s house. She left the truck wordlessly, while Kali uttered a quick thanks and hopped out after her.

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Things between Kali and I returned to normal fairly quickly. We never discussed what had happened over the weekend, but we were able to talk about pretty much anything else. Crystal, on the other hand, pretty much quit talking to me. I get it: we had an affair that she felt guilty over. It hurt, but I tried to give her space. After a month or so, we slowly started talking again. On a few occasions, it even felt like things before we’d hooked up. We’d flirt a bit, share dirty stories with one another, just be completely open like we used to do all the time. It didn’t last long though. Usually by the next day, she’d return to being frigid to me. This happened on and off for another month or so. I tried to talk to her about what had happened, but that only seemed to make her withdraw from me further, so I dropped it. I remained guarded in the moments where the ice wall mounted, and the Crystal that I had been close to emerged, briefly.

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“Are you going to Crystal’s birthday party tomorrow?” Kali asked me as we made our way to the parking lot after a long day.

“I don’t know, I think it’s gonna be weird, so I think I’ll be better off skipping it.”

“C’mon, I don’t know most of her friends, at least with you there we’ll have someone to talk to.”

I reluctantly decided to go and keep Kali company. We’d become close since the music festival, and over time, she was the one person I could vent to about what had happened.

I arrived at Crystal’s party kind of late. When I got there, most of the small gathering was well plied, and some where already passed out drunk. Like Sean. Who was laying facedown in the doorway to their room. The rest of the party was ignoring him, so I did too. I found Kali, and we talked as I poured me a drink. Crystal saw me and ran over and gave me a huge hug.

“I’m so glad you came! I wasn’t ssssure you were gonna make ‘t!” Her words already slurred. The smell of various alcoholic drinks filled my nose while she pressed her tight body into me. I smiled back at her and wished her a happy birthday. She went to check on Sean and I made my way to the couch with my drink.

A few minutes later Crystal came and sat next to me, asking me how I was. We sat and made small talk as the party died down around us. At 11:30 Kali announced that she had to head out, which left me, Crystal, her passed out alcoholic boyfriend, and a few couples from work who were in the middle of a beer pong game in the dining room. Crystal and I were out of eyesight from the rest of them.

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Her piercing blue eyes locked with mine as she whispered “Would you like to know what I want for my birthday?”

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“Yeah, I meant to ask so I could bring you a present”

“How about a nice birthday spanking?” she asked with a sultry undertone. My cock was instantly filling with blood as I looked at her dumbfounded.

Without thinking I reached out and bent her over my knee. My hand smacked her tight, spandex-covered ass. After the last strike she bit her bottom lip looking back at me.

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“Mmmm, that was a great present.” Warning bells were going off in my head, but it was being silenced by the man downstairs. She straddled my lap, feeling my growing bulge against her pussy, only separated by the thin leggings clinging to her skin. She rocked forward against my member.

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“Hnnnng. Let me see it. I want to see it again” she whispered breathlessly. “C’mon, it’s my birthday.” she cooed at me.

I glanced around. We were still very much alone in the living room. Sean was still dead to the world at the door to their room, and the others where engrossed in their game in the other room. I reached down and fished my prick out through my fly. It stood straight up, nestled between the tight spandex-clad pussy and my jeans. She rocked her hips forward, pushing my prick into the soft folds of her pussy. Her breath caught in her throat as she shuddered a little and bit her lip. She pushed forward again, with a little more force.

“Ahhh, that feels good” she moaned as she lowered her forehead to mine. She ground her twat into my rod again, more forcefully. It was starting to hurt, pinned between her and my jeans, so I reached down and unbuckled my belt, and opened the rest of my pants up, freeing my dick fully from their boxer prison cell. Her arms grabbed my shoulders, using me as leverage as she continued to rub her pussy against me. She began to pant quietly as she rocked against me faster and faster. I reached my thumb out and pressed the pad against her clit. Her nails dug into my back and she bit my earlobe. My hands locked around her firm ass as I pulled her harder into my dick. I could feel her slick, wet pussy lips through her leggings. I craned my neck forward and locked her lips with mine. Her hands fell to my dick. She stood up quickly, glancing around the room. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her pants and tugged them hard. She didn’t waste any time climbing back on my lap, lowering her hot wet pussy onto my engorged tip. She rubbed my head into her slit, using her juices to lube me.

“Hnnnng. Mmmmmm!” she moaned as she sank all the way down my shaft. The skin in her lips turning white from being bitten, her attempt at keeping herself silent. My hands once again grasped her firm ass. She gyrated her hips, catching her clit on my pelvic bone as she started to ride my thick cock on the couch of her passed out boyfriends house, 10 ft away from her birthday guests. She probably meant to go slow and steady, but that really isn’t Crystal’s style when it comes to getting fucked. It wasn’t long before I was having to physically slow her by pulling her ass down harder, just to keep the sound of our skin slapping together from reaching the players in the dining room. She throaty grunts filled the immediate area, and I had not wanted to experience her magical pussy, I might have been concerned her boyfriend would be roused, curious as to who’s dong his lithe girlfriend was currently creaming. I reached down, past the firm globes of her ass to her soaking wet pussy. I felt where my shaft parted her lips, coating my ring finger in her juices, before retreating and probing her tight back door.

I felt her shudder, but she made no move to stop my exploring digit, so I gently explored deeper into her hole. Her moans became more audible, and her rhythm quickened as I buried myself to the first knuckle. She leaned down and bit my chest, another attempt at keeping herself silent as I began to retreat my invading finger, only advance it right back into her virgin ass. She was thrusting forward and back so forcefully, it became impossible to silence the sound of our carnal coupling. Her legs dug into my through my shirt, but I refused to relent my assault on her anal fuck hole. Forward and back, while my cock was plunged in and out of her, her pussy now actively leaking across my lap, and probably her couch.

# “Oh. Oh. Ohohohohohoh FUCK!”

She positively screamed as her pussy walls locked around my dick, and her sphincter threatened to cut my intruding finger from the rest of my hand. I couldn’t stop myself. The rush of extra fluids across my crotch, the sensations of her velvet folds massaging my cock, and the shear naughtyness of fucking a taken girl in the vicinity of her boyfriend and house guests, in the middle of an open room where anyone could catch us.

“Huuuuuuuu!” I grouned as I spent my load, filling her with my spunk. Spurt after spurt I shot, while her body convulsed on top of me. I looked at her face as she lifted her eyes. Our lips met tenderly, my deflating cock slowly shrinking inside her cum filled pussy, our combined juices flowing from her snatch, making a mess out of my boxers, pants, and their couch.

As our breathing started to return to normal, our common sense slowly began to return. Crystal stood up, more our cum falling from her pussy. She stepping into her pants, pulling them up quickly, likely hoping to end the flow of jizz. She leaned down and gave me a small kiss on the mouth before turning and heading towards the bathroom

“Party’s over guys, I need to shower and head to bed!” she hollered as she closed the door behind her. I jumped to my feel and stuffed my prick back into my pants and bolting for the door before the other guests could make their way into the living room.

*Bzzzzt bzzzzt!*

Thanks for the present.

Attached was a picture of her from the top down, completely naked, with her hands between her legs collecting a pool of my cum as it seeped from insider her.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/eq7y2e/mf_a_rained_out_festival_set_the_stage_for_me_and