[MF] She Was (Part 2 – The Beginning, continued)

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*If you’re interested in the background:* [Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/lwzank/mf_she_was_part_1_the_beginning/)

Steph didn’t say a word. No “I want to blow you.” No “Do you like getting your dick sucked?” She just went right to work – clearly experienced in this department. I brushed her hair back so I could see better. What’s the point of having a front row seat if you can’t see? You do know that men are visual creatures.

Thing #2 to know about this girl, in addition to her love of cock, is her love of drink. We had already knocked a few back, and I had a couple before she even arrived. We ventured out of the bedroom for more shots and more beers. The Champagne was long gone. The music was still playing – I turned it up so we could hear it better in the bedroom. Some of the lights were still on in the house. Also, in the commotion of everything that was going on, I hadn’t closed the shades or the blinds. Who knows what sights the neighbors and passersby saw. It was there for the watching, that’s for sure.

We get back to the bedroom, she hops up on the bed, and positions herself at the very edge of the mattress, waiting for me. As soon as I was within her reach, yet still standing, she reaches for my dick and pulls me closer to her. And now, close enough that she could get her mouth on it, boom, she’s at it again. This chick is like a Hoover. When she had her fill, she fell backward, now flat on her back and says: “I’ve wanted you for so long. But, I had to first know if you could deal w all of my issues. She pauses, again panting, and said: “I want you in me NOW!”. She grabs her legs behind each knee and pulls those knees just about up to her ears. Her pussy is now on full display. In all it’s glory. Her tight blond bush glimmering from her wetness.

Not. So. Fast. Now, it was her turn to wait. I mean, fair is fair. Am I right? Although I easily could have impaled her right then and there, as she requested, or maybe it was a demand, ummmmm, I don’t think so. I’ve been waiting for this for a while and I’m going to savor the moment. I’ll give it to you when I’m ready to give it to you. It’s kinda like a multi-course meal. First course: I’m going to taste every inch of you from your mouth to your pussy, with a few pitstops along the way. And that’s exactly what I did. I did not let her moans knock me off course. Nor her squeals. Not her squirming. Not her mini-orgasms. She began sweating, and with each passing minute there was more and more of it. Poor girl. Sweet, salty sex sweat – a nice little treat for me as I made my way South.

Oh, those tits, seeing them was one thing. Feeling them was another thing. But, tasting them, sucking them, treating them with my mouth like she treated my dick with her mouth – that was a whole other thing. As close to literal “tit for tat” as you can get. The more of them I sucked into my mouth each time, the loader she moaned. (and, when I say loud, I mean LOUD.) They were too big to fit entirely in my mouth, but, I sure as hell tried. The more she moaned, the more I sucked. I was able to get at least 50% of them in, sometimes 75%. Still taking mental notes: Thing #3 to know about her – having her tits sucked drives her absolutely crazy. She rattled off a series of mini-orgasms from the job I was doing on those bad boys.

I don’t know how long this journey was taking, seemed like hours, time was non-existent. to compensate, I divided time into two: dark, and light – and, it was still dark. All the while, she was quite the trooper, still flat on her back, her knees by her ears. Such endurance to keep your body contorted that way for so long. Poor girl. Panting. Quivering. Sweating. After properly exploring her inner thighs, it was time to get to my destination. No more sightseeing. No more detours.

Before a touch or a taste, I could smell it. All of my senses were on high alert and the nose was the first to experience nirvana. Ah, the smell of pussy. Although she had showered within the past few hours, a lot had happened since. And I could tell that pretty kitty had been aching for a while. Next, touch took a turn as I ran my fingers along her lips, fondled her clit, and entered her. Finally, taste – it tasted wonderful – the spoils of victory, as they say. Probably the best-tasting of all that I had before and since. The mix of my no-recent-shave stubble combined with her not-quite-bald pussy create friction – but in a good, aggressive, primal kind of friction.

I was taking this trip along Interstate Stephanie according to my own timeline and path, not hers. Meanwhile, she was being driven mad. She had now resorted to good old-fashioned begging – begging me to take the cock that she’s been obsessing over, the one that every girl in the country would love to sit on, and plunge it into her.

In that micro-second, I made two decisions: 1) I’m gonna give her what she’s been asking for.; 2) I’ve made my point – no more games – whatever Stephanie asks for tonight, she’s gonna get.

For all that has happened, somehow we’re still just getting started.

*More to come if there’s a good level of interest….*

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