I (19f) needed to get permission from my friend (18f) before I could have sex with a man (41m) [MF]

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[https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/lesnw1/a_girl_18f_i_19f_met_a_few_weeks_ago_seduced_me/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/lesnw1/a_girl_18f_i_19f_met_a_few_weeks_ago_seduced_me/)

[https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/lmtdht/ff_i_19f_licked_my_friends_18f_ass_in_an_hourly/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/lmtdht/ff_i_19f_licked_my_friends_18f_ass_in_an_hourly/)

Before I write anything else, I want to say this:

I’ve set the age range for men I’m looking for on Tinder to 30-45. I want to meet men that age. So don’t worry guys, when you’re that age some girls my age want to fuck you.

I matched with this older guy on Tinder, and he seemed to be the type of guy I usually go for. We sent some messages, and he didn’t immediately try to fuck me, which I like. I tend to unmatch the guys who do that. It’s less frequent with men who are in the older age range because I suppose they understand that we both swiped right for a reason.

I decided I wanted to meet him. I asked the girl I’m having sex with if it was okay, since she wanted to know before I had any new sexual partners. It makes sense, I guess.

She reluctantly gave her approval. She understood, since we don’t have a chance to have sex regularly, and this guy and I can fuck more often. She knew that I would eventually want to have sex with guys again, and she told me tat as long as she knows about it, she is mostly okay with it.

I met him at a restaurant, not a fancy place, but not a cheap fast food place either. At first I thought he lied about his age to say he was older, but I didn’t say anything to him since a lot of people say that I look younger than my age too. Honestly, I thought there was no way he was older than 30ish. Mid 30s at most.

People at other tables gave us looks like, “Why are those two sitting together?” which I love. There’s something so naughty about being judged for dating a man so much older than you. It’s like the men are envious, the girls are jealous, but put them together as a couple, they just hate for some reason, haha.

The date seemed to go okay, and he didn’t do anything weird, so I decided that I wanted to fuck him. Not that day, of course, but later. We hung out a few more times and on a Saturday afternoon when we were walking in a park, he asked me to go to his place, which was only about ten minutes away by foot.

I had to tell him no. It really sucked, because I wanted to SO bad. You see, my friend *also* told me that I needed STD test results from any new guy I had sex with. I tried to reason with her by telling her that I could just make him wear a condom, but she insisted. Not all STDs are prevented with condoms. That’s was her reasoning.

I didn’t want to miss out on her dominating me just so that I can have sex with a guy who might not even be very good in bed. She’s only been with other girls who happened to be in her friend circle, so she’s’ strictly controlled the people she has sex with since she was much younger, and she decided to let me be a part of that group as long as I obeyed her rules.

I explained the entire situation to him. I thought that he would freak out and tell me the entire situation was insane. Maybe he’d tell me that teenage girls were crazy and he’d just find someone his own age to be with. The situation really is strange, isn’t it? I’m not allowed to have sex with anyone else until I get permission from one of my friends? Just typing it is weird.

I guess I really underestimated how much men enjoy the thought of two attractive young women having sex with each other, and that some (most?) guys would probably get turned on by the fact that she controls my sex life because sex with her is too good to give up.

Because guess what? The opposite thing happened. He LOVED this. Oh my God, his face just LIT UP when I began telling him about how I liked to have sex with my friend and that she had rules for me if I wanted to have sex with another person. He probably had fantasies of having threesomes with two girls, now that I think about it. He agreed to get tested as soon as possible, and we hung out for a little bit longer that day before going our separate ways.

He and I continued talking on and off for the next few days, and that Wednesday afternoon he sent me a picture of his results. Apparently, he went to a clinic that was open on Sunday just to get tested and had the results on Wednesday. Everything seemed fine, no STDs. Not even HPV, which I assumed that nearly everyone on earth has.

I didn’t even ask him to get tested for HPV, but he did. If you know anything about HPV testing for men, you know that this guy was quite committed to getting into my pants. I won’t go into detail about what I know about that test. I’ll just say that I wouldn’t want to do it if I were a man.

On the piece of paper that he sent me was his age. He was actually 41 like he told me. It was a huge turn on for some reason. I’ve had sex with a few guys as old as him before, and I loved each time. There’s something hot about riding a man my father’s age. I can’t explain it.

I told my friend that he was tested, everything was fine, and that I wanted to have sex with him that weekend. She said it was okay, as long as I saw the paper in person and verified that the stamp from the clinic was authentic. Here in Russia, all official documents are physically stamped or sealed in some way or another, and it’s easy to check their authenticity if you know how. It’s one of the better Soviet bureaucratic rules that still exist.

Since it had been a while since I had sex with a guy, I didn’t want to waste any time. I offered to go to his apartment that Friday evening and I told him to keep the paper with his results because of what my friend had said.

So I wore the most innocent but still slutty skirt and top that I have and took the metro to his place. It was still cold in Moscow (well, it still is as of the time I’m writing this, but it was cold then too.) so I wore a huge coat to cover up how whoreishly I was dressed. I thought that if he somehow faked these results just to fuck me, I was going to be so pissed off.

I arrived at his place, took my coat off, and he started kissing me and ran his hands up my skirt and grabbed my ass. I love having my ass played with, and just him doing that was making me wet enough to go.

But I had to stop him, sadly. I told him that I needed to see the paper before we went any further. He showed it to me, I checked it, and he started kissing me again. I told him to wait, because I needed to tell my friend that his test was authentic and get her permission to continue. I texted her and put my phone down.

He thought this was hilarious, and it kind of annoyed me, but I thought that in his position I might find it funny too, and I really wanted to fuck him as soon as possible, so I ignored his laughs. We kissed for a few more minutes, my panties came off, and he almost had my top off when my phone beeped.

It was my friend. Roughly translated, the message said something like, “Your request to have sex has been approved. Have a nice evening.” I started laughing. I showed it to him, then he started laughing even harder than I was laughing.

We didn’t waste any more time. He stripped me and I reached between his legs to feel his dick. When I grabbed it, I got even wetter. God, it felt like a good dick. I unzipped him and reached inside, and I shoved my hand down his underwear. It was so thick that I could barely make my thumb and middle finger connect when I wrapped my fingers around it.

I’m a small girl with small hands, so don’t think that he’s a pornstar. There’s just something sexy about holding a cock that I can barely hold on to that makes me feel so powerless and slutty, but in a good way.

He unbuttoned himself (I can never get that part right) and I laughed at his underwear, because he was wearing something with a weird cartoon design. I thought that men eventually outgrow the phase of their life where they wear cartoon underwear, haha. Then I realized what he must have thought and I said, “Oh no, it’s not your dick. It’s your underwear.”

He said, “It’s okay, I know why you’re laughing.” Then he lifted me up from his couch and carried me to his bed. Again, I’m a small girl, but no one has ever done that before. I felt like he conquered me and was carrying me back to his room like I was a hunted animal. I got even wetter. I was *ready.*

He put me on the bed and got undressed. His cock was *amazing*. Not big enough to cause damage to my internal organs, but big enough to make me feel full and stretched. I couldn’t wait to have it inside me.

I got up and lunged for it and took it in my mouth. He was so hard that his dick was almost standing straight up. I love the idea that I can make a guy that age so hard just with anticipation.

I’m really good at sucking dick. I put in extra effort when the guy is a lot older, like him. With my naked body sitting at the edge of his bed, and him standing at the side, I was doing my best to give him an *amazing* blowjob.

I was doing too well, because he pushed me away and told me that he wanted to fuck me. It was a little bit sad, because I figured that I could make him cum that way, then I could masturbate in front of him. At that point I didn’t even care if he fucked me. I just wanted to make this man cum.

He put on a condom and got in bed with me. The first time with a new partner is always a bit awkward since you don’t know what they expect and what they like, or how they have been influenced by previous sexual partners.

I felt pretty comfortable with him, so I told him to just move me into the position he wanted me in. I didn’t care how he fucked me – I knew it wasn’t going to take long for me to have an orgasm no matter what he did.

He rolled me over on my side and entered me. I moaned a little, since he filled me more than I had expected. I grabbed the sheets, anticipating a good time. I wasn’t disappointed.

He reached around and grabbed one of my tits and started thrusting. Not hard and fast like the guys my age do it, but thrusting with purpose. Does that make sense? I began to get even wetter, which I didn’t think was possible. When he carried me to his bed I was already nearly dripping.

I felt my orgasm start, and I knew I was going to be loud. I’ve always been vocal during sex and I almost always at least whimper loudly when I orgasm. I thought this man was going to make me scream. With my fingers still gripping the sheets, I turned my head to the side and buried my face in a pillow.

I made a mental note to tell him that he needed to change his pillowcases. I guess men who live alone still need to be reminded of these things.

I didn’t focus on his weird-smelling pillowcase for very long, because it happened. He had just finished a slow thrust deep inside me when my body started shaking (another thing that happened when I orgasm), then my legs convulsed and I kind of screamed into his pillow.

He stopped, asked if I was okay, and I told him that’s how I cum and I needed a few seconds to recover. He kept his cock in me, which was hot, and I took a few seconds to relax.

I was tired of smelling unwashed hair on his pillowcase, and remember what I said about how I like to ride men his age? Well, I thought it was my turn to fuck him the way I wanted. When I was fully recovered, I pulled him out of me, and I heard him say, “Do you want to stop?”

I didn’t say anything. I pushed his shoulder and rolled him on his back and climbed on top of him. I squatted on his dick and took it in me completely with one go, and I started riding. I put my hands on his chest, another thing I enjoy doing with older men, and he grabbed my ass, correctly assuming from earlier that I go crazy when my ass is grabbed and squeezed.

It wasn’t long before it happened again. I was so wet that my pussy was making noises while I was riding him. Then he grabbed me, pulled my body close to his, and kissed me. That was enough for me to have my second orgasm. It wasn’t as strong as the first, but it was enough to cement the idea that older men fuck better.

I took a little more time to recover, because every time I cum hard, it’s *really* hard. I’ve had orgasms before where I had a hard time seeing afterward. It has happened with this man too, but not during this particular sexual episode.

I started riding him again. I had another orgasm. He made a joke about how I was a teenage orgasm factory, and for some reason that caused me to have a fourth orgasm. He didn’t intend for it to be degrading, but I fantasized that it was because it was hotter for me.

He put me in doggy style so I could rest a little bit. After the fourth orgasm I was understandably tired, and he seemed to sense that and wanted me to get into a more comfortable position.

He grabbed hold of my hips and began pounding me. Normally I don’t like this, but he had stretched me so much that it felt really nice. I was all orgasmed out, so I knew I wasn’t going to cum again. Everything down there just kind of felt numb at this point.

I don’t mean this as a humblebrag, but when a guy is big and he lasts too long, it can suck. Maybe most girls would love that, but for me it becomes uncomfortable after a while, like I’m not doing something that I should be doing.

Remember my awesome blowjob skills? I knew that he’d cum within minutes of me wrapping my lips around his cock, so I playfully offered to suck his cock if he wanted to stop as long as he washed the latex smell of the condom off his cock.

Most men will never say no to a blowjob, and he was no exception. He went to the bathroom, cleaned himself, then returned, with his cock standing just as stiff as before. It’s hard to describe, but I felt equal parts proud and happy that this guy got so hard for me.

He got on the bed again and laid on his back. I was reminded of another reason why I like doing sexual things with guys that age – they don’t grab my head and shove it down on their cock. I can suck pretty well if a guy lets me do my thing.

I wrapped my fingers around his cock again and began jerking him off, then I put my mouth on the head and sucked it as hard as I could. That is usually enough, but I guess he was holding back to enjoy the experience.

I started moving my mouth up and down on him, really sucking him as hard as I could, rubbing my tongue all over his cock each time I went down. This is usually what I do when I want to make a guy cum in about a minute, and that’s how long it took for him to cum. It was hot – he nearly filled the inside of my mouth.

He’s become my regular male sex partner without the complications of a relationship. My friend is even interested in meeting him and watching us have sex. She’s a virgin (with guys) and she’s curious about how it all works. That, and she really wants to watch me suck dick since I brag about my skills all the time.

I couldn’t be happier!

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