I don’t think she calls it ‘doggy style;’ a hot hookup with a WTF moment [MF]

Now is a great time for humor, so I decided to share what turned into an odd experience from almost fifteen years ago.

Know that everyone in this story was a legal, consenting adult at the time. Also, names have been changed.

Melody and I had been (only platonic) friends when we graduated high school a year earlier. We had stayed loosely in touch throughout our freshman years at separate universities, corresponding occasionally over email and IM (remember that?)

So, unlike my average self (I’m white, six feet tall with a fairly athletic build), Melody was cute, outgoing, bubbly and to this day, what I’d consider a “Ten.” She was unbelievably fit, too, having completed her first year of collegiate-level volleyball.

Melody was Italian-American (she resembled the actress who played ‘Meadow’ on The Sopranos), but way more toned from years of athletic conditioning. She had long brunette hair with blonde highlights and best of all, a perky round butt, which guys had talked about in our high school locker rooms.

The summer after our freshman year, we finally agreed to hang out and reconnect on basically a date. Melody wore a black tank top and tight jean shorts, she looked every bit as good as when I’d last seen her. Skipping the details, we had really hit it off and I was kind of shocked when she’d told me her family was away for the night and suggested we go back to her house.

We ended up up in her bedroom, listening to some slow music. She’d explained how she’d loved her first year away, she’d been busy but lonely with the round-the-clock stresses of collegiate athletics. Minutes later, we first kissed, which at that point, I was completely blown away- here I was, in the unobtainable Melody’s bedroom. Little did I know that things would heat up quickly but take a strange turn.
Like the nineteen-year olds we were, we started making out and groping each other, still with our clothes on.

“I’ve really wanted to do this for a long time,” I admitted during a pause. “Me too, I can’t believe we never hooked up in high school,” Melody replied. “So, is making out all you wanted to do?” I asked. “Not even a little of it.”

With that, her hand found its way onto my erection, tightening her grip around me through my jeans. My hands ran across her hips, and across her smooth skin, under her tank top. She urgently increased pressure on me and unzipped my jeans, my erection “popping” out.

“Melody, I don’t have a condom on me,” I admitted. “Stay right here,” she reassured me.

She bounced out of the room and I heard her down the hall, rummaging through her sister’s (or parents?) stuff. My heart was pounding in my chest. I couldn’t believe this was about to happen. I quickly took off my jeans and shirt, sat on the edge of the bed, trying hard to not look as eager as I was when she returned.

Melody strutted back into the room, with a condom, still in its packet. I must have looked like a fool, because I caught my own jaw dropping. Melody had stripped down to nothing but her underwear- she wore skin-tight pink ‘boy short’ style panties and a pink sports bra. She’d clearly spent some time tanning, too, because her skin was perfectly olive brown- a small diamond navel stud shimmered in the dim light. I was really aroused, staring at her tight abs and curvy hips. Melody glanced mischievously at my boxers, barely containing my obvious hard-on.

She laid on the bed beside me and spread her legs. I got to my knees between her legs and pulled off her boy shorts. Her neatly trimmed pussy was warm and wet underneath my fingers. As I tore off my boxers, she removed her bra, revealing her surprisingly large breasts. She’d evidently always kept them hidden under tight sports bra. We kissed again, my hands playing with her great tits and hardening nipples.

I hastily slid the condom on and I eased into her, hearing her moan deeply. I used every ounce of restraint I could manage to not cum right then and there. I increased the rhythm and Melody moaned loudly.

“I want you to mount me” …”like a mare,” Melody interrupted after a short bit. “Huh?” I asked, a little confused. I heard ‘mount me’ and thought she’d said ‘pull my hair.’
“I mean, I want to be on all fours while you fuck me from behind,” Melody clarified.

Melody re-positioned herself on all fours. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was when I slid into her wet warmth, grabbed her by the hips and started to fuck her. The sight of her toned, tanned, perfect ass was a sight to behold. Melody started moaning, really loudly this time, and this time I knew it wouldn’t be long before I came. Her round ass was perfection- it shook a little every time I thrust hard into her.

Except that’s right when the weird dirty talk started.

“Mmmmm, your cock is so big. It’s like I’m being fucked by a horse” Melody muttered.
Wait- WHAT did she say? I asked myself and resumed fucking her.

After a few moments, Melody repeated herself, this time louder: “keep fucking me with your huge horse cock!”

Okay- I need to clarify for the reader: I am not a big guy. My penis is average size and certainly nothing like what she was describing. To me, the equine imagery felt just way too bizarre.

“Ram that fucking horse cock into me” she literally screamed.
I went hard and fast as I could manage and she moaned approvingly. I paused and wondered if any of the neighbors had heard- the windows were open on that humid summer night, after all.

I continued to fuck her, but by this point, I was actually trying hard to be able to cum- her choice of words was just too strange. I started to grunt really loudly and mumble some things, to try and drown out her equine dirty talk. She was astonishingly wet, too- I felt my whole lower body soaked and heard the dark room fill with the wet sounds of our bodies’ sex.

“Slam this pussy like a fucking stud,” she demanded again. I was still shocked and confused by the horse verbiage.

Thankfully, I felt myself on the verge again. I told Melody I was close. She looked over her shoulder at me, giving me her best ‘fuck me’ eyes and moaned encouragingly. Sweat trickled down her forehead and I was conscious of how sweaty I was, too. I leaned forward and cupped each of her full breasts in my hands. I began to cum, grunting as I filled the condom inside her. Breathlessly, I pulled out of her and we laid side by side.

“Wow, way to be a stud,” Melody complimented.
The bed was soaked underneath us from Melody. We laughed at how sweaty we’d each gotten, but I didn’t want to ask about her horse-themed dirty talk. We ended up showering together in her parents master bathroom. I slept over (our only time together) and we ended up having some pretty great sex again that night, but (fortunately) she’d never mentioned anything about horses again!

We never went on another ‘date’ after that night, but my short, lucky time with Melody was truly the most bizarre dirty talk I’ve ever encountered.

I hope that everyone enjoyed reading and was able to get a laugh.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/g05kmo/i_dont_think_she_calls_it_doggy_style_a_hot