I [F] tried to return the favor for last week and was thoroughly one upped by my FWB [M]. How on earth can sex be so good?

I posted for the first time last week, an innocent story about having my ass eaten. This is a continuation of that story.

As the multi orgasmic fog of horny delight settled and the creepy DM’s filled my inbox this past week, one thought and one thought alone filled my mind. After being tongue thrust into a new hyper dimension where my sexual partner actually cared about my pleasure for the first time, all I wanted to do was return the favor.

Come this Saturday night, I was going to suck this man’s dick like the nectar of the gods was inside him. I was going to take him so deep down my throat he could bone my backside from the inside out. Months and months of never skipping leg day would finally amount to the moment of glory I’d been preparing for as I would ride him into the sunset like the well endowed, extremely generous, stallion of a tinder god he is.

I spent the week preparing for my quest, much like a training montage. Picture eye of the tiger playing in the background as I slathered on chapstick like I owned stock in blistex, drank gallons of water to keep myself hydrated, and practiced relaxing my gag reflex around my toothbrush. This was serious business.

Saturday finally arrived. I was waxed, shaved, moisturized, hydrated, and practiced up. The time had come for me to strike.

After a thorough cuddle while we ignored the show playing in the background, hands and mouths began to wander. I could feel his dick pressed up against me, hard as a rock as we made out and dry humped like two horny teenagers scared they can get pregnant through clothes, until I couldn’t take it anymore. I wanted to bring this man to his knees by dropping to mine and my moment had arrived.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more satisfying expression than the mix of surprise and excitement on his face when I told him how badly I wanted to give him head and admitted it’s all I could think about this last week. There were no objections of course to any of my instructions to simply lay back, relax, and enjoy.

I started off still sitting in his lap, softly making out with him until I turned to kissing his neck, the stubble under his jaw, and nibbling his ear the way I’ve learned he likes. Kissing and sucking, biting gently, teasing him with my nails, I explored his perfect body to my slutty heart’s content as I journeyed down to my knees. I swear to you people I have never had more fun sucking a man off, ever in my life, than I did last night.

Hearing him moan, his hand knotting in my hair as he couldn’t keep himself from thrusting into my throat until he finally came and let me swallow every last drop like my life depended on it was perfection. It was my magnum opus of blowjobs. I have no idea how long I spent down there, but it was a long while and it was heaven. From the absolutely spent man I had on my hands, it appeared he agreed. I had won the battle of generosity. Until I was dead wrong about that.

After a big order of postmates tacos and cuddling as we actually watched the UFC main events that we’d planned on, the script done got flipped. And in this world, my body was the script. I was not anticipating another repeat performance of last week, but boy did that encore make me sing. I swear to you it’s a religious experience having someone take control of your body and make you feel things you’ve never even imagined.

The pure pleasure that defined my existence, when I felt like I was on the edge of tears and there was no possible way I could come again, only to have my trembling body held in place by incredibly strong hands, as that man’s expert tongue showed me exactly how wrong I was in that estimation of my limits, was unlike anything I could ever really fathom. I genuinely lost count of how many times he made me orgasm. All I know is when he finally stood up to get a condom, I was a blubbering mess. All I could do was nod when he asked if I still wanted to be on top.

Somehow I still had the motor skills to ride him, but it wasn’t the crazy porn star rodeo I’d envisioned all week. It was slower, gentler, deeper, than I’d anticipated. I explored his chest and his shoulders, feeling each muscle move with me. His hands gripped my hips and guided my body as he’d push up inside me, meeting me halfway. The slow build from that gentle start to the desperate frenzy it became, when the nails finally came out, my hair was pulled back in his fist, and his harsh groans mixed with my needy moans was better sex than anything I’ve ever known before.

The cuddling after was sweet and sensual, and I’m definitely not salty that I completely lost the contest of selflessness once again. There’s always next week I suppose! Texting this morning, I’m freaking over the moon he had just as good of a time. That man is a national treasure and I feel like the damn luckiest girl in the world to have him as my FWB. 17/10.

Link to part one: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/fbw5u0/i_f_had_my_ass_eaten_for_the_first_time_and_my/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share

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