That St Patrick’s Day [M]y Lesbian [F]riend And I Fucked A Bunch

So I received many messages from people who read about my friend Monica and I and our Valentine’s Day adventure who wanted to hear about our second (and last) hookup that happened a month later on St. Patrick’s day. After consulting with Monica to make sure I remembered the details, here is the first part of that night. For those who didn’t read about our Valentine’s Day tryst, check my profile to get the details of that night’s fun.

So as some of you already know, my friend Monica and I had a pretty epic night on Valentine’s day, despite her being a lesbian and we made a plan to have an encore on St Patrick’s day. Originally she was just going to come over and we would hang and drink and fuck our brains out but another mutual friend who I will call Kate was having a house party and insisted that we come over. Monica and I discussed it and decided we would go to the party then head back to my place after for some adult fun afterward. To say I was looking forward to our second encounter was an understatement and I had jerked off to the memories from our night together more times than I can reasonably count. Now for those of you who don’t know the back story, Monica and I had been friends since University and this all took place when we were both in our late 20s. She is about 5’4” and was about 120 lbs at the time with a bright red Mohawk that she usually wore down, several piercing including both nipples and her belly button, nose ring and eyebrow ring with almond shaped brown eyes and sort of a pixie-ish face. Her breasts were a C cup and her ass … don’t even get me started on how great her ass was. As for me, I’m 6’3” and a pretty fit 205 lbs back in those days with ginger blonde hair and hazel eyes.

We had decided for her to come to my place first so she could drop off a few things like her toiletries, change of clothes etc before heading to Kate’s as she would be spending the night at my place. She arrived at 7 looking sexy as fuck in a green tartan skirt with knee high socks and a gauzy white shirt that you could clearly see the black lace bra she was wearing underneath. In short she looked like the answer to every Catholic School Girl fantasy you could ask for. She put her stuff away and we ate some pizza and shared a joint and I was feeling pretty good but also very, very horny and Monica was chatting away, not realizing (or pretending not to realize which is probably more likely) that her skirt had ridden up and her creamy thighs were exposed. I could feel my cock hardening under my jeans and when I went to get us a couple of beers, I came and sat right beside her on the couch when I returned. She gave me a look with a raised eyebrow and I set the beer on the table and pulled her onto my lap so she was facing me.

I started kissing her neck and shoulder and she was running her hands through my hair and making almost purring noises as she ground herself down on my now very hard cock. She smelled like papaya and mangos and her skin tasted sweet under my lips and tongue. She started to undo her shirt and I took the opportunity to pop her breasts free of her bra and then bent down to attack her pierced nipples which were bullet hard. “Yeessssss,” she hissed as I licked and sucked her pink nipples and she reached down and started undoing my pants. I lifted my hips and between the two of us we managed to get them wriggled down until my cock sprung free, hard and throbbing as she took me in her small hand and started pumping my cock. I groaned in pleasure and she guided the head to the front panel of her panties and started to rub it against them, grinding her hips at the same time. I could feel how wet she was already through the panties and I slid my hands up the back of her skirt and squeezed that amazing ass, kneading it with my fingers as she let out a low moan.

At this point I was nearly delirious with lust and flipped her over onto her back on the couch and slid down her body, tugging her panties down as I went and pushing the skirt up around her hips. She was more than eager and as her panties came off she pulled her knees back and spread herself for me and that’s when I saw it. A circular blue jewel on the base of the plug she had pushed into her ass. “Do you like my decoration,” she said coyly and then flexed her anus to make it move. “I think it’s very pretty, don’t you?” I was beyond words at that point and my reply was a mixed grunt and moan and my mouth quickly engulfed her shaved pussy, my thick, hot tongue dragging along her inner lips while my thumb gathered some of her juices and then went to work on her clit. Her thighs squeezed my head and muffled the sound of her moans as I went to work, ravenously attacking her as I ground my thumb on her clit. It wasn’t long before she was moaning non stop, mingled with random obscenities. “Fuck, Fuck, uuugggg, fuck, yes, yes, like that, don’t stop, please don’t stop, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUUUUUCK!”
Her torso seemed to twist and her hips bucked wildly as her first orgasm ripped through her body, her pussy spasming underneath my tongue and her thighs squeezing me tight. I took my pants all the way off and took out my wallet, quickly extracting the condom tucked into it and getting it rolled on. Now as stated in another story, I’m decent sized, a little over 6.5 long but I am very girthy and her pussy was insanely tight which the plug lodged in her ass didn’t help. I got in between her thighs and started to slowly enter her, making sure not to go to fast and she just lay there with her eyes closed and her bottom lip between her teeth. Once I got the head firmly in I pressed forward, sliding myself into her and stretching her pussy until I was all the way in.

She gave out a little cry and I started to fuck her, my hips moving up and down as her thighs wrapped around my hips and her whimpers becoming full throated moans. I could feel the hard contours of the plug in her through her vaginal wall and the sensation was indescribable. I knew I wouldn’t last long in that warm tightness and slowly built up speed. “Fuck me, oh my fucking God, fuck me,” she kept saying and I happily obliged, moving upright with my knees on either side of her ass and thrusting away as I put one hand on her throat and squeezed. She was clearly cock drunk at this point and was shuddering as I plowed into her, her pussy squeezing and milking my cock and her one hand rubbing her clit furiously. I knew I was going to cum soon so I just went all in, hammering my cock down into her pussy and she actually screamed as she came. I knew from our past experience that when she came like that she was sensitive to the point where human contact was actually painful and pulled out. I tore off the condom and with a few strokes of my hand I was unloading my cum all over her pussy. I was breathing hard and the sight of our mixed cum all over her bare pussy was one of the horniest things I have ever seen.

Monica was laying there with her arm up over her eyes and breathing rapidly. I got up and ran a washcloth under warm water and came back. “Gonna make it Chief?” I said with a smile as I came and sat down on the couch beside her and she just jerked her head up and down. “I’m going to clean you up,” I told her and she jumped a little as I touched her with the cloth but she let me clean her up though she shuddered several times during the process. Once done I got her sitting back up and handed her a beer which she promptly drained about half of and then leaned back into the couch with her eyes still closed. “How you feeling?” I asked her and she let out a chuckle.

“Like I just got porno fucked,” she replied and we both laughed. She opened her eyes and took another pull on her beer. “It appears you liked my surprise,” she said and then picked up her panties and slid them back in place. “I didn’t want you to have to raid the produce drawer again.” (See the Valentine’s day story for more info about that) I grinned and told her I’d stocked up just in case. “Well I think we are good on that.” She then got on all fours and pulled her skirt up and her panties to the side to expose it. “Can you take it out for me?” Well I was certainly game for that and carefully removed it though it wasn’t easy and she gasped a few times.

Once it was out I got a good look at it and then took the washcloth and cleaned it thoroughly. She had sat back down and was looking at me quizzically and I gave her an evil smile. “I think you should wear this to the party tonight.” I told her. She started to protest that she didn’t think she could handle that and I stopped her. “Not in your ass. In your pussy.”

“Oooohhhh,” she said and then gave me a grin of her own. “Well that’s something entirely different isn’t it?” She took my hand and slid her hips forward, lifting her skirt. I took the plug and tugged her panties to the side and slowly pushed it inside of her still glistening pussy. “Fuuuck,” she said in a low voice and I leaned in and kissed her.

“I want you so horny when we get home you can barely think,” I told her and she kissed me back and stroked my chin.

“I think I can handle that,” she said and then finished her beer. I did the same and we got ourselves organized, grabbed our booze for the party and were in a cab 20 minutes later.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/flltlz/that_st_patricks_day_my_lesbian_friend_and_i