I sit, phone in hand, browsing Reddit when the notification pops up. New Snapchat from Erin.
“Wanna play? ?”
“When have I ever said no?”
So many times we’ve done this, and each time as hot as the last. Erin and I had known each other for two years, after meeting when I posted a plea for new “friends” to a NSFW Snapchat subreddit. Our snaps had been as you’d expect for two people who met there – for a while – and then we settled into a comfortable friendship, talking every day about mundane things like work and building up impressive streaks by sending each other pictures of our lunch – as is the tradition.
Suddenly, things had gone back to the way they were…
New snap from Erin. Red this time. I open it and a picture of her incredible tits – still covered by a bra – fills my screen. I respond with a picture of the bulge starting to strain against my jeans.
“We’ll both be happier if you let him out”, she says, following it up with a short clip of her bra falling away, exposing her chest for me to see. I feel myself twitch as the bra falls out of shot and her tits fill (and I mean fill) the screen.
“They’re unbelievable.” Drooling emoji.
“Thanks, I grew them myself.” Proud emoji.
I unzip my jeans and snap a picture of the bulge, covered by my boxers, poking through the hole. I add a caption; “Would you take this out for me?”, hit send, and start to idly stroke myself through the fabric.
“Mmm, I’d love to” comes the reply, and I reward her by sending myself pulling back the hole and letting my six or so inches spring free and upright. Her response was a soundless snap of her hand sliding into her knickers and slowly beginning to rub.
I wish that was my hand. I tell her so, and she slides the underwear aside to show me a finger running up and down a slick opening I would dearly love to meet for real one day.
I start to stroke myself and send pictures first, then a clip of my hand stroking up and down my uncut shaft. A snap of her pawing at her tits comes back in reply, along with a request to pull the foreskin back slowly as she really likes it when I do that – and who am I to say no?
New snap. Purple now. Erin’s finger is working across her clit and I can hear her heavy breaths. A moan escapes towards the end of the clip. Oh god, her moaning. I can’t resist replaying the snap and commenting on the sexy-as-fuck noises she’s making.
Another purple. Her fingers are inside her now and she’s holding her phone nice and close to her pussy which glistens on-screen with wet arousal. The only sounds in the room are the moans a distance from the phone speaker and the slap of hand against pussy as she drills her fingers in and out for me.
I’m stroking harder now and I send proof, while telling her that I want that pussy lowering onto my face. Do I want her to lower her mouth to my cock at the same time? Without question. She’s sucking me now, she says. She’s eager for every last drop I have to offer.
My jeans and top come off and I sit, naked except for boxers, on my couch, phone poised for the next snap. Erin lifts a finger from her pussy and a sliver of her wetness follows it. Something new. The finger heads to her mouth and she licks her juices from it for me. “I taste good”
A drop of precum forms on the head of my cock. Anything she can do…
“You taste better.”
The precum coats me and makes stroking easier and the feeling better. If anyone came down the stairs now I would be doomed. I snap the glistening head and send it over. Erin offers to lick it clean.
I stroke some more and tell Erin I want her to ride me until I fill her pussy with my cum. I receive a sequence of purples. Her fingers are a blur, her moans are increasing in intensity, and I manage to make out the words “like this” somewhere in amongst them.
As I approach the end I have a change of heart. A penultimate snap of me stroking myself towards orgasm instructs Erin to open wide. I receive a picture of her mouth, open wide as I requested. Tongue out too. She was ready.
“I want every drop.”
Getting close now. I point the phone as best I can as the last warnings before I cum begin to sound. With a grunt I begin to explode and I surprise myself with the force. Rope after rope flies out of the head landing on my chest, belly, in my belly button and in my pubic hair… Some of it flies so far it goes up and out of shot before arcing back down onto me. It takes two full snaps to actually capture the whole thing.
Erin’s only immediate response is a line of emojis with hearts for eyes.
“That was fucking epic!”
I have to agree. I somehow retained the presence of mind to save the endgame, and I drop it back into the chat (instead of as a snap) so Erin has something to watch when she wakes up.
I go to bed satisfied, smiling, and wondering if we’d ever get to do that for real.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/dzsozt/my_snapchat_friend