[M]y late best friend wrote my sexual bucket list and I finished it [MF] (PART 2)

Welcome back for part 2! Heres [Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/um6jns/my_late_best_friend_wrote_my_sexual_bucket_list/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share) . I’m having so much fun writing this whole thing out. I’ve been a constant horny mess at work this week reliving the events in my mind. I hope you guys are enjoying it as much as I am!

To recap, I was smoking a joint on my porch with my 2 bi besties when things got real hot, real fast. Sara, with her girlfriend Kaley’s cum still wet on her face, had just oraly exercised the demons from my semen while Kaley rolled us another joint upstairs in my house.

After having finished the second spliff, the air outside started to cool off so I walked them home. After hugging good bye and receiving the deadliest of smiles from Sara I headed back myself.

I’d be lying if I told you I went straight to bed. Instead I stayed up riding the waves of hormones and fantasies, masterbating feverishly, while shooting out desperate 2 am “you up?” texts.My pornogrpahic memories were only interrupted by thoughts to myself like

“Dude Sam, are you up there pulling some strings for me? Or are you downstairs playing a horrible

My body eventually gave out and I awoke the next day to my phone going off with texts.

“You’re an asshole, you should have texted earlier”

“Sorry I was sleeping, what’s up tonight tho ;)”

“Grabbing some coffee and heading over in a bit, you want anything?”

That last one was Kaley, I noticed it was a little passed noon and the text was all of 10 minutes old. I still wasn’t sure if I was awake or having some fever dream of a Dear Penthouse letter.

“Yea, grab me an espresso, I got creamer” I typed back as I hauled myself out of bed and into the shower. No sooner had I pulled my pants up when I heard a knock at the front door followed by the creak of it swinging open. “Hello! You decent?!” She yelled up the stairs. I fumbled around for a clean shirt to throw on. She must have smelled the bodywash wafting down the stairs.

“Yep, come on up.”

As she came striding up the stairs, the only thing that didn’t make her look like she had walked straight out off an Alberto Vargas pin-up poster was the two cups of coffee she held in hands.

She was wearing this flowy little dress, white with floral designs all over. Two thin straps held it up while it ended somewhere in the upper 3rd of her skyscraper ivory legs. It was always hard not to notice her impossible proportions as anything that fit her slender body would surely make her huge bouncy tits pop out. She rarely wore a bra and I suspected it was because most of her clothes were just too tight across her chest to be comfortable

“You sleep well?” She cooed, handing me my coffee as she topped the stairs.

“Yea but I definitely need this.”

We retired to the spare room across the hall from my bedroom I called my office. It was really just a computer desk with a TV, a book shelf with a random collection of knick-nacks, a coffee table, and a futon bed that was folded up into a couch currently.

Kaley took her spot on the couch holding her coffee in both hands leaning forward with her legs crossed neatly. I sat at the desk to weigh up the herb she had come for.

“Ugh, Sara kept me up last night, I’m dragging today.” She said with a somewhat sleepy drawl.

“Oh yea? You guys go for round two?”

Her usually expressionless face cracked a smirk in the corner of her mouth “You bet, I haven’t seen her like that in a while.”

We were all pretty open about our sex lives. Being college aged kids in the hay days of hook-up culture it was mostly normal to talk openly about getting laid. Kaley and Sara were no exception, but not always in great detail.

“I think she skimped on the lube, blew me out with her donkey dick”

I about dropped a bag full of the good stuff at the sudden amount of detail provided but held my composure with a chuckle. She was of course referencing Sara’s famous huge pink strap on. She kept a picture of it on her phone to tease boys that her dick was bigger than theirs.

“Haha damn, she was feeling herself last night huh?”

“Oh my gawd yes, it was amazing. Still wish I could get some real dick everyonce in a while, ya know?” she said leaning back onto the couch. Still stoic as ever.

I had turned to roll up a smoke and nearly coughed all the goodies out of the paper and on to the desk as I laughed at her nonchalant statement. I swivled the office chair back around to see her leaned back into the couch and her legs spread lazily apart as she stared absently out window.

It was hard not to look directly at it but her pale pink pussy was staring right at me from under her dress as she lounged on the futon. It was just as mesmerizing in the day light as it was glowing on my porch the night before.

“You uh… forget to put something on there?” I said gesturing towards her.

“No its nice out, and I’m sore ya fucking perv.” She briefly spread her legs even wider, flashing the whole thing, then crossed them. She smiled a little as she changed the subject.

“You got any plans today? I kinda feel like going for a cruise if you’re down.”

“Oh hell yea, let me grab my stuff and we can go for one.” I said as I finished rolling the joint.

It’s common Midwest culture to drive around on country roads in nice weather with all the windows down, blaring your favorite music. I had an old 4×4 with a removable top I’d taken off a couple days before to enjoy the heat and changing of the season. I had a favorite route that took me through a gorgeous river valley on some winding gravel roads I always seemed to feel at home on.

Kaley and I jumped in and took off after filling up the tank, I let her play DJ in the passenger seat as we had similar taste in music.

“Whats Sara doing today?” I yelled over the sound of the wind and stereo.

“She’s got a weekend training camp or something, she left realy early this morning.”

“Gotcha, when’s she getting back?”

“Tomorrow afternoon I think.”

The conversation trailed off as the speed of the wind increased. We took the country roads out to my favorite section before lighting the spliff.

The road turned to white and grey gravel and narrowed up a bit as the trees grew thicker. I lit the joint as we drove closer to the river bank, creeping along on the lonely road.

Kaley had ridden with me before and usually lounged in her seat with her feet up on the dash but this time she popped her seat belt off and stood up into the breeze, leaning on the top edge of the windshield. Her dress was billowing behind her tight little bubble butt, occasionally popping up to reveal a quick little glance of her pussy lips from behind. It was hard not to sneak a little peak as we rolled along and passed the joint back and forth. I’m pretty sure she caught me more than a few times as my vision bounced back and forth between her and the scenery.

“You should pull over up here.” She said pointing to a spot in the road where the shoulder was level. It was a shaded area where the tree covered hill to the right rose in a sharp angle, and to the left was the flowing river about 50 yards away, the road was straight with about a half mile of visibility ahead of us and behind.

Thinking she just had to pee or something I whipped my phone out to check my messages and she promptly slapped it out of my hand.

“You should lean your seat back” she said as she towered over me. It was the most seductive tone I’d heard from her and seriously thought Jessica Rabbit had jumped in my vehicle.

“What for?” I asked sheepishly.

“Can you just do it please?”

Alright sure, I thought as I laid the seat back a bit. What a strange request. Folks I was young and dumb, but this woman knew full well what she was doing. In hindsight, she was probably the one who had taken me out there that day, even if I was the one that drove.

“Further”

I clicked it all the way back and looked up at her with what was probably the dumbest expression of confusion and surprise you can imagine. She had that Cheshire cat grin cut ear to ear on her face as she stepped over my lap with her left foot, hands still on the windshield, and began lowering herself to my face. My heart was fucking pounding.

All misunderstanding left me at that point as I got the full view of her gorgeous creamy ass and flowering pink pussy. Not a blemish in sight aside from a small flat birth mark on the inside of her thigh. Her cherry blossom butter fly wings inched closer and closer to my face and she draped herself over my steering wheel.

I started off gently, trying to emulate what I’d seen Sara do the night before. Kissing and carressing her silky body as she gyrated ever so slightly to the movements of my mouth.

My hands began to wonder up her small torso to the sides of her enormous tits. They somehow felt even bigger than they looked, easily filling both my large hands and spilling out as I grabbed and stroked them gently.

I started circling her nipples as I slowly inserted my tongue as far as it would reach into her

“Mmmmmmm yess…” She let out in a half growl, half moan. Her head rolled back as she arched and her crimson locks spilled overalmost grazing my face. I’d never seen her so expressive and it was intoxicating.

Her gyrations increased their speed and force as I also quickened my pace. Lick, sucking, and slurping like it was my last meal and I was cleaning the plate.

By now the situation in my pants was dire. I’m pretty sure I tested the tensil strength of my zipper stitching to the limits as my cock grew harder and harder. Cramming itself against the fabric in a desperate fight for freedom.

She must have read my mind because right when I was about to adjust myself, Kaley reached down and slowly undid my pants.

Ah, relief. The sudden rush of circulation and sensation made me a little light headed. She pressed back sensing my distraction as if to say “don’t stop”

She pulled me out and started stroking me in rhythm to her movements and it was absolutely hypnotizing. One of those “I could die right now and be happy” moments.

Before long she reached down to pull the lever that scooted my seat back and reposition her soaking wet pussy over me.

It was a sight to behold as her now rosie red lips lowered themselves onto me. She hugged the steering wheel with one arm and aimed with the other, peering back over her shoulder to look at me from the corner of her eye. It felt.like I was in the clutches of a witch and I was her willing sacrifice.

I couldn’t take my eyes off the scene in front of me, the first time she rose up, her lips gripping my shaft, I saw my rock hard dick covered in her creamy grool. I reached down and swiped my finger in it to get a taste, she must have seen me because she started giggling through her heavy panting.

I felt her hand slide down her front onto my balls underneath. She rolled them in her fingers for a minute, then place the heel of palm of her hand on her clit and pressed her fingers into the base of my cock. (Fucking pro move btw, highly suggest it ladies). As soon as she did this her hip movement changed to a roll, drawing circles on top of me like a belly dancer as she rose and fell, hand still pressing against the both of us.

I could feel the shuddering start in her legs and begin to grow up her spine. Her panting turned to a teeth gritted “fuck” more frequently as her shoulders started trembling with the rest of her body.

“Oh my. Fucking. GOD!!!” her moans increased in volume as she writhed on top of me.

She abruptly sat up, still rolling circles and furiously flicking her clit. Gasping in short high pitched bursts as her climax came.

Dude, Sam. If you’re doing this, you’re my fucking hero.

She fell back and just lay there on top with me inside her, still throbbing hard, and we stared at the sunlight coming through the trees

“Fuck I needed that” she broke the silence as we both caught our breath.

“You’re a literal demon, you know that? How long have you been planning that?” I prodded her.

I could see the signature mischievous grin again as she pulled her hair back.

“Let’s head back, I wanna show you something.”

“Show me what?”

“You’ll see”

She was toying with me and I couldn’t help but play right into her hand. I had that dull ache in my stomach from an edged orgasm, so my body was pretty much on autopilot. Fixated on release.

She slid over to the passenger seat, cranked the stereo, and stuffed her hand down the top of my pants as she kicked her feet up on the dash.

I barely remember the drive home because my mind was racing way to fast. All the possibilities swimming in my head like a beehive.

Alright Sam, I know you’re there man. Just what the fuck do you have planned?

Part 3 coming soon!

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