And we’re back with more tales of sexy fun times from years gone by! I know, it’s been a hot minute (more like a year) since [my last post](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ahvl3k/my_goingaway_present_from_a_coworker_before_i/), and a little longer since the post talking about the [convention sexy times](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9bhjsb/convention_sexy_times_mff/) that took place after what I’m about to write about. But, since I want to make sure the people I’m writing about are okay with all of this, even though I’m using aliases, all of this took place years ago when we were all single, and a whole lot of telltale details have been left out, I had to wait until both of them had gotten back to me.
I’m pleased to say, they finally did, and both were pretty happy about it.
(I’ve been told I can quote them about this, so:
From Sal: “Oh fuck. I remember that trip. That was FUN.”
From Kay: “You forgot to tell them how I kept trying to grab your dick through your pants that day and we almost got spotted by con security.”
So, you know, there’s that.)
In any event, today’s story takes place between [the day the ladies arrived](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8qonis/who_says_video_games_arent_sexy_longish_mff/) and the convention story, which if you know convention timelines means it takes place on a Thursday. If you’re even keeping track. The ladies in question were my friends Kay (5′ 3″, straight shoulder-length brown hair, pubes shaved into a neat triangle with bare labia, perky breasts with bright pink nipples) and Sal (5′ 5″, curly, coppery hair down to the middle of her back, thin landing strip with the rest bare, breasts slightly larger than Kay’s with darker nipples), who were back in California from their current residences in the PNW. For reference, they’d gotten a lot of stories of fantastic sex from my ex, and had basically done nothing but talk about finding out if the stories were true on their flight in. Lots of interesting shenanigans ensued.
Such as these!
After the events of the previous night, we all decided that the girls sleeping in the separate guest rooms was probably a stupid idea, and ended up basically collapsing into a tired, sweaty heap on the bed, where we all basically passed out until morning. About seven AM, Kay nudged me awake and asked if she could borrow my car for a couple of hours – she wanted to go visit her family for a few hours before they went out for the coming four-day weekend, and was going to go to breakfast and do a little shopping with them. She’d leave my car at their place, and only drive it to and from their house. I said sure, figuring that anything I needed to do around town could wait until she got back. And besides, their boxes full of costume stuff hadn’t arrived yet, so someone needed to be home when the packages showed up. Shouldn’t be an issue.
Before she jumped in the shower, Kay put the longest, most succulent kiss on me I had had in a long time, dragging her teeth across my bottom lip briefly before kissing me on the forehead and saying she’d thank me properly later. She rushed through the shower, got dressed in some pretty basic clothes (I’m supposed to remind you, oh reader, that “not everything I brought was sexy, I wasn’t planning on getting fucked so often, I swear”) and with a few pointers on my car, was off to visit her folks, leaving Sal and I in the bed. Sal, still sound asleep, was curled up in a cute little ball, a blanket half-on/half-off of her body, looking adorable. Since it was still early, and the packages weren’t supposed to arrive until some time after noon, I decided to go back to sleep, waking up with my alarm about an hour and a half later.
Sal woke up when I did (loud alarms are the devil), and stretched herself out over me, going straight for my neck and nibbling at it for several minutes while her hand played around with my (very responsive) dick in that half-awake/half-asleep morning horny mode. Her leg was working itself up over mine, and she ended up with her crotch grinding against my hip, pushing her rapidly moistening slit against me and moaning into my neck. She paused, then sighed, then dropped her head onto my chest, looking down at her hand as it stroked along my dick. Finally, she stopped, then said with a grumpy tone “I really want to fuck you right now, but we both *stink.*”
I told her I didn’t really care, because we could always just shower after, and she sat up, giving my cock a few short strokes to keep it stiff, and said with that tone that everyone knows means you’re not getting laid unless the conditions are met “I don’t suck or fuck stinky cocks.”
As I have said many times, reader, I am not stupid. I am a lot of things, but I am not stupid. So, without a word, I got up, pulled her up off the bed, and dragged her into the shower, where there was a lot of sudsy grinding of her ass against my erection, a lot of sloppy, water-drenched making out, some very sensual washing of her hair (by me), playful washing of my hair (by her), and – after she’d touched up her landing strip – her ending up leaning against the back of the shower with my face buried in her pussy. Hey, I know what you’re here for.
The water running down her body made it a little hard to breathe, not going to lie, but it was hot as fuck. As I sucked, nibbled, and licked my way around her pussy lips and clit, she kept running her fingers through my hair and pushing my head this way and that to put me to work exactly where she needed me to be. I’ve mentioned in other posts that Sal was a dirty talker (one of my favorite things, so lucky me) but just now, she didn’t have much to say. I caught a glance up at her face, and saw her eyes pressed closed, her eyebrows furrowing in concentration as she chewed on her lower lip, sucking in air through her teeth while her hands and legs began to quiver. I had a feeling she was going to fall if she wasn’t careful, so I sort of tugged on her hips with my hands, pulling her further into the corner where she could brace. Turns out, this was the right thing to do, because she got herself pressed into the corner, got one foot firmly against the edge of the tub, and let herself go. Her orgasm wasn’t the loud body-shaker of the night before, but was clearly just as good. She started sucking in short, quick breaths, quivering and letting her breath out in small gasps as I kept working on her pussy with my tongue, lips, and teeth. Since she was in a more stable position, I decided to get my fingers into the action, and slipped two of them inside her: and that was *it* for her. The quiet gasps shifted to sharp moans, not as loud as I knew she could be, but loud enough that I knew I was doing something right. Her free hand (the other one was holding onto the utility bar in the shower) went straight for my head, pushing my face deeper into her cunt while I played “come here, kitten” with my fingertips inside her. I kept this up, sucking and nibbling on her clit and fingering her, until her grip on my head let up, and her whole body went limp. She just sort of slid down the wall and into the tub, while the shower kept washing over us both. Her breath was short, and a little ragged, as I gathered her up and sat there in the tub with her, making sure she didn’t pass out in the water. After about a minute, she started giggling.
“What?” I asked her.
“I feel *great*,” she replied. “And now I’m gonna suck your cock.”
She tried. Oh, she tried. But she insisted that I couldn’t stand up, and she couldn’t get a good angle in the tub, so eventually she just ended up laying on top of me there in the tub, while idly stroking me while we made out. Observant readers will have obviously picked up on the fact that Sal and I had a few more encounters and a bit of an easier connection, and that would be true. It wasn’t anything against Kay, it was just that Kay had a bit of a harder time getting there due to the impact that having sex after so long was having on her. Don’t worry, it got worked out (in a previous entry!). So there were Sal and I, getting our canoodle on in the shower, me playing with her tits and nipples while she played with my cock and we did our best to suck one another’s faces off. But, as with all good things, the hot water was coming to an end, so it was out of the shower we went.
I’d like to say that she dropped to her knees and went to work on making good on her promise right then and there, but she didn’t. Still a little out of it, she decided to go get dressed, telling me she was hungry and we could play after breakfast. So while I got dried off, she hopped into the guest room where her clothes were at, and started rifling through her suitcase. As I headed into my room to grab some clothes, I saw her standing in front of the guest bed, pulling on a sundress. I couldn’t help it, I had to stand and stare at her – the room had a single window that faced eastward, so it was catching the full force of the morning sun, and the light coming through the thin curtains hit that thinner cotton dress just right and every. single. curve. was on display. I could basically see straight through it, and I’m pretty sure I just dropped my jaw right there with a “God DAMN.”
Sal turned and looked at me from over her shoulder and said “Hey, come here, I need some help deciding something.” So, me and my now uncomfortably wrapped towel walk into the room. I wrapped my arms around her waist, looking over her shoulder at what she’d laid out on the bed. Panties. One was a small white lace thong-backed number with a little keyhole in the back, the other was this lurid pink mesh g-string that, I’m gonna be real, was my first choice.
“I have three choices,” she said. “Teeny. Tiny. Or what I’ve got on now.”
“What are you wearing now?” I asked.
Now, I’ve said I’m not stupid, but sometimes I’m *dumb*, because THAT, friends, was a set-up. Sal’s hands went to work, one of them reaching around behind her to undo my towel, freeing my erection, and the other one grabbed my hand, pushing it down to her very bare, very wet, pussy.
“Nothing,” she giggled, turning around and kissing me before pulling me by my dick over to the bed, where she slid up onto the bed, and, sitting on the edge of it, went to work on my cock. I’ve said before that Sal had a great head game, and she brought it out in full force, here, working the length of my shaft with those long, easy strokes of hers. Her tongue was in on it, and it didn’t feel very long at all before I was grabbing at her head and moaning that I was about to cum. Just like she had the night before, she started bobbing her head faster, sucking and stroking in time with my breathing. I told her again “I’m going to cum,” and she looked up at me and did something that flipped the switch in my head: she hummed “MM-HMM” loud and clear while looking me straight in my eyes, and that was it for me. I came into her mouth, and damn near lost my footing, catching myself with a hand on the wall behind the guest bed. Shuddering as Sal kept sucking in time with my pulses, I could hear her gulping as she swallowed my cum, and I stood there until she finally, slowly (honestly, it was torture how slow she was) let go of my cock and lay back on the bed, smiling up at me and opening her mouth to show that every drop was gone.
“You like?” she asked.
I was about to tell her I liked so much I wasn’t going to let her out of that room until I’d fucked her raw, when the doorbell rang. I chanced a glance out of the guest room window (which overlooked the porch enough to see who was there), and it was the package delivery, hours early. (of course)
I grabbed some pants, yanked them on (danger of damage! but thankfully none), and went to the door to sign for them. Two large boxes, full of costumes, arrived safe and sound. If the driver knew what was just going on, he didn’t say anything. Once the boxes were inside and the door was shut, I was back in that guest room like the fucking Road Runner.
Sal was standing up again, pulling on a pair of wedge shoes that went with her dress. She smiled as I came in, and asked me again if I had any ideas about what panties she should wear. I said nothing, instead standing in front of her and reaching one hand up behind her head to pull her into a long, deep kiss. My other hand made short business of the buttons that ran up the front of her dress, undoing them as best I could with one hand. About halfway through, she joined me, and soon enough it was on the floor and she was standing in front of me wearing nothing but her wedges and smiling as she shivered with expectation. I dropped my pants to the floor, and pushed her over onto the bed (where her panties still lay on display), sliding one hand down to her pussy, which was already slick with her juices. Neither of us said anything as I pulled her into a better position, pushing her legs up over my shoulders and sliding my cock inside her. She kept her eyes locked on mine, wrapping her arms around my neck, and pulling me in closer to her as I started a slow, long rhythm.
Now, I’ve said that this room faced directly into the morning sun, and it was kind of a heat-sink in the house, so all morning, it had been soaking up all that light and heat and now – even with the door open – it was hot and stuffy in that room, which was, I don’t know, maybe a factor in the way things began to shape up as we fucked. I don’t want to say it was “just sex,” or even dare to go into “making love” territory. It was hot, sweaty, stuffy-room fucking. Sal’s legs rocked in time with my thrusts, her toes grabbing on the soles of her shoes as she kept her gaze locked on mine, sweat beading up on her forehead, cheeks, and neck. She kept her hands wrapped around the back of my neck, and would bring her hips up to grind against mine as I’d thrust into her. Each time we’d grind together, she’d let out this sort of half-moan/half-grunt, and then nod at me as I’d bury myself up to the root in her pussy. We were sweating, grunting, grinding into one another, unable to tear our eyes out of this sort of death-lock gaze. Finally, as I started to pick up the pace, she started to whisper, then got louder – her dirty mouth was back.
“Your fucking cock feels so good,” she growled. “So fucking good in my fucking cunt.”
“Please fuck my fucking pussy,” she said, somewhere between angry and hungry. “Fuck that wet little pussy.”
I had an idea, out of nowhere, so I just went for it. “What are you?” I asked her. I could see her eyes shift as the question went through her mind. “Who are you?”
“Sal,” she answered. But I could tell she wasn’t sure about her answer.
“No,” I said. “You’re my slut, aren’t you?”
Sal’s eyes lit up as she hit the mark. “*Yes*,” she groaned. “I’m your slut. I’m your fucking *whore*. I’m your mother fucking *whore* oh my *god* fuck me fill me *up*.”
“Until the moment you step off that plane,” I told her, watching as she finally closed her eyes, letting her head roll back into the pillow, getting into the rhythm of our fucking again. “I *own* your pussy. It’s *mine*.”
Sal’s eyes snapped back open, and she was *not* home. She told me afterward that that last command had flipped a switch in her head and taken her *completely* into the moment. She nodded at me and repeated “it’s your pussy, it’s your fucking pussy” while tightening the grip of her legs around my shoulders, her hands behind my neck. I kept up the rhythm, going a little faster at times, a little slower at others, and she just kept unloading on me as I fucked her, begging me to fuck her cunt, telling me I owned her, going on about how good my cock felt inside her, and then, just like the night before, as she got close to coming, she started breathing heavily and starting her “fuck fuck fuuuuck” chant.
“Do you know what’s coming next?” I asked her. “I’m going to fill you up with my cum. I’m going to cum in your wet pussy.” Whimpering through her teeth, she nodded and started rapidly whispering “fill me up, fill me up, I want your cum to pour out my fucking whore cunt,” and that was all she wrote for me. I burst inside her, not nearly as much as before, but enough that there was evidence afterward. As my cock throbbed inside her, she clenched her pussy around me, in time with the pulses, milking as much out of me as she could. Her legs shivered as I lowered them back down to the bed, and she kept flexing her fingers and looking at them as she recovered. We lay there for a few minutes, covered in sweat, sticky, smelling like we’d just run a mile. Eventually, we got our legs back and I stood up, heading back for the shower. As I got to the door, I turned back to her, and said “option three, I want that pussy on display” which got a smile and a “yes, master” out of her.
I want to say that we went at it again in the shower, but the truth is we were almost out of hot water, so we had to shower quickly and separately, washing off the sex stink and the sweat.
Kay came back shortly after we got dressed, and was excited to see that everything had made it to the house intact. She easily figured out we’d fucked (the guest room still smelled of pussy and there was a cum stain on the blanket, let’s be real), and mentioned being sad about two things – one, that she’d missed the fun, and two, that she had to go home after the convention, because her folks had told her that they were going to the Mystery House the next weekend.
It was here that we discovered that Kay had *never* been to the Mystery House. She’d grown up in San Jose but had *never* been to, like, one of the traditional things that you *do* in the summer. So, fast forward to Kay changing into a more weather-appropriate outfit (her own dress, with shorts underneath), and we were off to the Mystery House. It was a relatively boring adventure, for the most part, with almost no shenanigans until we were out of the main house and away from the constant eyes of other tourists and the staff. At one point, while we were wandering through the outbuildings, Sal walked over to me, pulled my arms around her waist, and leaned back against me, gently rubbing her ass against my crotch through her dress. She turned to Kay and asked “Do you know what I love the *most* about summer dresses?”
“No,” Kay replied.
“You can go completely commando underneath them and no one fucking cares,” Sal smiled. She reached down and quickly hitched up the hem of her skirt, flashing her bare pussy at Kay.
Kay turned bright red at this, and quietly said to Sal “Oh my god, why are you such a slut?” and then quickly followed it up with “I wish I could be as easy with that as you are.”
Sal pulled Kay over to us and whispered “You *can* be a slut, baby. You *have* the power.”
It would be here, if you’ve been reading the other posts I’ve made, that the realization that Kay had a few things to work out really crystallized for she and Sal. They broke off from me and spent some time walking around the grounds on their own while I checked out the so-called historical building. On the ride home, we stopped at an Outback for dinner, and the two of them would not stop giggling as they sat across from me. They refused to explain what was so funny, other than that “Kay’s doing homework. Right now. As we speak.”
When we got back to the car, I noticed her shorts and underwear on the back seat of the car, which Sal then grabbed and refused to give back until Kay “accidentally” flashed at least two other cars in the parking lot, which she did, though she was red-faced and practically unable to talk afterward.
There could have easily been another bout of awesome and interesting sex that night, but Kay and Sal basically spent the whole night out in the pool talking and going over things. We all went to bed early that night, waking up as described in a previous post.
I am supposed to tell you all that this will be the last post with either of these two for a while. Ultimately, they have the authority over what I post about that weekend, and when. Which, you know, is the way it should be.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gjgy11/mystery_house_mischief_mf_long