[MF] Watching porn with a friend gets messy (part 2: I did mention it got messy)

Just as an aside I’ve been writing for about 3 days straight. I have serious problems with focusing and memory so when inspiration struck I just kind of dropped everything. I had a really good time recalling some cherished memories from my spank bank and I have many more but I will probably be taking a break after this one. It’s pretty damn long so I’ve sectioned it off a bit, hopefully it’s easier to digest that way. Some of you have expressed interest in how things turned out with Casey so this is that. I hope you enjoy reading and I hope to bring you guys more stories in the future, preferably some more lighthearted ones.

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In the months following [my experience with Casey](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/is90qk/mf_watching_porn_with_a_friend_gets_messy/) it became apparent that I had deep feelings for her and I think she knew that. Every intimate moment we had shared before now suddenly seemed much more meaningful to me. Those late nights at the bar when she’d leaned over and laid her head on my shoulder. The secrets she had shared with me. So much seemed new and different; my mind raced to follow it to its logical conclusion.

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I watched as Casey kept doing what she did: flirting with anybody who’d give her attention, which was generally everybody. There was something deep down that made her want to be wanted more than anything. It was like she couldn’t help it. She could be surrounded by people begging to fuck her and she still wouldn’t be satisfied. I convinced myself that her attention was temporary at best. Casey would never commit to me. That didn’t make me angry, weirdly enough I don’t even think it made me sad. I just kind of understood her and tried my best to accept it for what it was.

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I loved her, it was never going to work, but fuck it, right? Post porn-night, our friendship escalated to be a lot more flirty and sexual than before. She’d send me nudes and dirty messages. We’d share porn and talk about our fetishes. On several occasions she’d come over, we’d drink and laugh and she’d get on her knees again like she did that night. She’d take my cock between her perfect lips and suck me dry. Unlike the first time, she would always make sure that she swallowed every drop, she let nothing go to waste. It was like a ritual to her.

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We never had sex, we never even kissed. But she would just give me this look out of the blue and before I knew it she’d by milking my load onto her tongue. If that sounds weird, it was extremely fucking weird. I tried a couple times to kiss her and she’d turn her head, rejecting me. Things could still get intimate, we masturbated together a couple more times and one time our bodies were pressed up against each other while we watched each other. We writhed side by side in shared ecstasy. I made sure to get on my knees and fuck her mouth while she furiously rubbed her clit, I knew she’d want to swallow. As she gulped down my cum she moaned.

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But as time went on I started to feel her attention slip. I knew she was fucking around with other guys and alomst certainly having sex with them. I wasn’t jealous so much as I knew I needed to prepare myself for her to move on completely. So one night while we were laying in my bed she said something that took me completely by surprise, “Do you think we’d ever work out as like a couple?” The question felt more like she was asking me about herself than asking me out so I gave an admittedly frank answer.

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“Hm, I don’t know. I don’t think we’d be able to commit to each other,” I said calmly.

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“You’re probably right,” she replied, looking up at the ceiling. Following that night, things between us got rockier and she invited me out less. When she did invite me out it was always in the company of someone she was draping herself all over. Eventually I just stopped showing up.

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Then on one fateful night (months later) while I was out at a bar talking with some friends I saw her. She seemed wounded. The loud, rambunctious Casey I knew and loved was subdued. I greeted her and we got to talking, she seemed relieved to see me again. During a lull in the conversation she looked at my lips for a moment and then leaned in to kiss me, but I turned my head away this time. Believe me, it was not a decision that came easily to me. I explained to her that I had met someone and it was becoming serious. I think this drove her over the edge and she became despondent. Part of me feels like none of it was about me, like she just really needed someone to validate her in that moment. But another part of me was kind of devastated that I had turned down the chance to kiss her perfect lips.

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A few more months passed and I was single again. Casey invited me to a gathering and I showed up. We swam in an apartment pool for a bit and then went inside to get drunk. The gathering was just a handful of people, I knew everyone except the host. He was a tall guy, like me, who seemed primarily interested in Casey. Not a problem, by this point I was fairly certain I had absolutely blown up any chance with her.

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As the night went on, Casey sat out on the balcony smoking. I went out to see if she was alright and we got to talking. She told me she was moving away.

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“Why are you moving?” I asked.

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“I dunno. There’s nothing really here for me anymore,” she told me.

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“You have friends here.”

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She took a drag of her cigarette and stayed silent for a minute, “I need a change of scenery. This place fucking sucks.”

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I nodded, “Yeah, true. We’ll miss you back home.” I took a second to think of something to say, all I managed was, “I hope you find what you’re looking for.” We sat in silence for a bit and I returned to the inside of the apartment. The guests were getting more fucked up and their behavior was a little out of control. One girl, Zoey, was having a (playful?) altercation with her friend. They were rough-housing and Zoey had taken a swipe at her friend and bashed her pinky against a wall. I asked the host if he had any ice, made her an improvised ice-pack and held it against her hand. We just stood there for about 20 minutes while I gently held her finger.

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One of my other friends stole my attention away for a minute but Zoey wrapped her fingers (of her good hand) in my hair and tugged. It fucking hurt. When I turned to her she had this look on her face like some elementary school bully about to take my lunch money. “Where’d you go?”

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“Just talking. How’s the hand?” I asked her, putting the cold pack back on her finger.

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“Pretty good,” she laughed. I did not know Zoey very well but she had this duality to her: she was this really low-maintenance, longboarding hippie chick but she also had this menacing calm behind her dark brown eyes. She was the perfect example of someone who just didn’t give a fuck. I know in the context of Casey being at the party this is going to sound fucked up (and it was fucked up) but Casey would do the same thing to me in a heartbeat. I decided I didn’t owe her anything. Zoey was slender with long dark hair. She never wore makeup but she just had this sort of naturally beautiful face composition. She had a very prominent nose that gave her face a lot of character. I took a couple whiskey shots to meet her in the headspace she was in and we moved to the kitchen to talk more.

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After a couple minutes she climbed up and sat on the counter, pulling my waist between her open legs. Up until that moment I was 99% sure she had absolutely no interest in me. Without hesitation she grabbed me by the face and pulled me into a passionate kiss. Her kisses became more and more desperate as we started to make out and run our hands all over each other. I broke from the kiss to pull her shirt down just low enough to get her nipple into my mouth, sucking it and biting down gently. She winced and then moaned, running her hand through my hair (nicely this time).

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I tucked her titty away (in case someone walked in) and went back to hungrily kissing her lips and her neck. Turns out I was right to do so as one of my friends walked in and voiced her dissatisfaction at us. Zoey hopped off the counter and led me to the bathroom where I immediately lifted her up onto the sink and started trying to pull her shirt over her head. Turns out it wasn’t a shirt, it was a sort of cotton leotard that buttoned down at her crotch. Fuck me. Let’s take this one step at a time, I thought. Getting to work on her shorts I unbuttoned them and pulled them down so that they were hanging off one of her ankles. I lifted her legs up and ran my fingers up and down her pussy through the fabric of her leotard.

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There was this unrestrained lust on her face as she leaned back against the mirror and opened her legs up wider. I fumbled with the buttons of her leotard until I got them and voila! Her gorgeous, shaved pussy was free. Within a couple seconds we both had the same realization though and her thighs slapped shut. Zoey was on her period. It wasn’t messy at all, I wouldn’t have even noticed if I hadn’t seen the string of her tampon. But the moment was interrupted and I could see the certainty disappearing from her face.

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“Fuck, sorry,” she said, getting herself covered and clothed again. I quietly watched her get dressed and opened the door so that she could get out of the bathroom. As we stepped out into the hallway I made a very drunk and horny decision (not my first one of the evening).

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“I don’t care about that, you know,” I said. The pause between my awkward comment and her response probably lasted about 7 years, give or take. She thought for a second and asked if I wanted to leave with her. “Absolutely.”

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Before long we were on our way to my apartment in an uber (don’t worry, my judgement is not poor enough to drive drunk). When we got inside I don’t think I even turned my lights on, we just went right back to making out. Again I worked the buttons, threw the shorts across the room and pulled the leotard over her head. She must have taken her tampon out before we left the get-together because the string was nowhere to be seen. I pushed her backward onto my bed and she landed on her elbows and back with her legs wide open, looking up at me. Slowly, I pulled my shirt over my head. I let my pants drop to the floor and kicked them to the side. I put my hands on her hips and dragged her to the edge of the bed. Without breaking eye contact I knelt down and ran my tongue through her warm, wet slit.

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(If you’re grossed out by periods, I apologize. But I love pussy. Stone cold sober I’ll eat pussy any time of the day but if you get me drunk I will worship pussy. I love the smell, I breathe nice and deep between licks sometimes just to fill my senses. Having a woman squeeze my head between her thighs is one of my all-time favorite places to be. And for the squeamish: I didn’t see or taste any blood the whole time.)

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As I devoured her, I watched her grip the sheets tightly and arch her back. She came very quickly but 1 orgasm was not going to be enough for me tonight. I took 2 fingers and started working them in and out of her pussy while I focused on her clit with my tongue. Once again it didn’t take long before she started losing control, “I’m cumming, oh fuck!” she breathlessly whispered into the sheet.

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In the dim light her body looked so inviting, as I stood back up I admired her breasts as they rose and fell gently. They were a little on the large side, slightly saggy but so unbelievably soft. They reminded me of clouds just before a rain, heavy and full but somehow weightless all at once. Again I grabbed onto her hips and dragged her just a little bit closer, so that I could position my cock between her soaking wet pussy lips. I plunged inside of her, standing over her, watching a vein in her neck bulge ever so slightly as she moaned loudly. She wrapped her legs around me as I fucked her harder and faster, squeezing her flawless tits and slipping my thumb into her open mouth. She sucked greedily as I struck deep inside of her again and again.

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After she came yet again I turned her over on her hands and knees. She had a very nice, fat ass compared to her slim figure, so I gave it a good, firm slap causing her to yelp a little. I could see her hand between her legs playing with herself, so I gave her a second slap and a third. This time she didn’t yelp, she just let out a low moan deep in her throat, begging “Please fuck me.”

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I bent down and kissed her plump ass right where it was red and ready to start swelling. I’m nothing if not a gentleman. Then I spread her ass open and sunk my cock back into her welcoming pussy. I’m ashamed to admit it but by this time my legs were getting really fucking tired from all the standing and squatting. Gradually over the next few minutes, we became lower and closer until we went from doggy style to prone bone position. I was semi-planking while grinding my hips, pumping into her while she lay flat on her belly. This allowed me to use my arms for a while instead of my legs to distribute my weight and it also had the added effect of feeling fucking amazing. While it may not be the most visually interesting position, prone fucking feels so much tighter somehow.

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Our sweaty bodies were finally starting to tire out but we were almost there. As she breathed ragged into the sheets I breathed ragged onto the back of her neck. I took her long, dark hair and pulled it to one side so that I could kiss the back of her neck and whisper in her ear, “I’m going to cum in you.”

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“Do it, please,” she whispered back, “Fucking fill me up.” She kept facing forward like she was in a trance while her hips moved with me, I could hear her breathing with her mouth wide open. Nothing gets me going like the thought of breeding a woman I barely know, and her enthusiasm was the cherry on top. I brought my hand up and gripped her throat tightly (not quite squeezing or choking) and began to make deep, deliberate strokes. At the end of each one she let out a little grunt, pushing her butt back as much as she could to meet me. One last time I pushed my cock in as deep as it could possibly go and I held it there for just a second. We both stopped breathing abruptly and then immediately exhaled as I felt myself erupting inside her. All that waiting and work had paid off and we had both been praying for it. I pulled out slightly and plunged back in, depositing more cum inside of her. I must have shot 5 or 6 big ropes deep in her pussy followed by a few exhausted pulses. Zoey had come around my cock, milking me with each wave of her orgasm.

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In the afterglow we recovered in a sort of blissful heap until I rolled off of her onto my back and stared at the ceiling. While I drifted out of consciousness I wondered why I had done that. Why I had cut and run, switched to a different girl and fucked her brains out. I still don’t know if I can tell you for sure but that was the last time I ever saw Casey.

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