This is a true story, though the names have been changed to protect the guilty.
This story is about my friend K. K and I have been friends for years.
Before weed was legal in my state, K was my dealer. She dealt other
stuff too, which I wasn’t into, but which got her into a lot of trouble.
Specifically, she got busted and was in jail when they finally legalized
it. Tough break for her. I don’t know if she was into anything worse
than that. All I knew about was the drugs. We kept in touch with the
occasional letter, she was extremely lonely and depressed since all of her
friends slowly lost touch and dropped off. I didn’t mind writing and actually
I was pretty happy to have a friend in jail in a perverse way, since my
friends are pretty straight laced boring yuppie types. Yes, and so am I.
I didn’t mind hearing about the other girls she was dating in jail, and
the drama that ensued.
Of course after she was released on parole, I invited her over.
It was a saturday afternoon and we were sitting on my back porch.
She was pale and thin, with dark black hair and slender hands and
feet. She was wearing a black tank top with a hoodie over it, and jeans.
Her breasts were on the smaller side but complimented her look well –
I would guess she was an A cup. She had a goth suicide girl look to her.
I think she had a tattoo on her face now, near her eye – did she have
that before she left for jail? I don’t remember now.
We had a few gummies and sat on the back porch while she rolled a blunt.
I have a much lower tolerance than she did so I only took a few puffs. I knew
that between that and the edible I’d be pretty high soon enough. I don’t
remember what we talked about, but we both thought it was pretty hilarious, and
soon enough she had her head on my shoulder.
I thought her hair smelled pretty nice – she overdid it a little bit on the
perfume, but it was still nice. I lifted her mouth and leaned in for a gentle
kiss, and she wrapped her arms around me and dove into the kiss. She was ravenous,
insistently dancing her wet tongue on mine and pulling me into her as if she
was trying to devour me. I moved my hands up to caress the back of her neck
and her ears – I think girls like that sort of thing – and I don’t know if that
made a difference but she was moaning a little as we kissed.
I became very conscious of her breasts pressing against my chest through our shirts,
and my cock hardening against the increasingly uncomfortable, confining space of my
jeans. At some point one of us decided this was enough kissing sweetly, and we stood
up to move to the bedroom.
The vibe seemed to call for some music.
I put on Dark Side of the Moon. Yes, it’s a cliche, but what can you do.
It’s not like I had put a lot of thought into this.
At least we were both pretty high. She pulled off her shirt and wriggled out of
her pants, so it seemed gentlemanly to get naked too. Certainly saved me the trouble
of figuring out how to subtly get her out of her clothes!
I keep a few lubes in the bedstand. What can I say, it’s practical, and you definitely
don’t want to be caught without lube if you need it. That day coconut oil seemed like
the right way to go. I opened a jar and moistened my fingertips with it, and leaned
over her to kiss her on the lips again. Meanwhile, my fingers went to caress the outer
lips of her waiting cunt. I know, you shouldn’t go straight at it usually, but
she didn’t seem to be in a patient mood, and besides, when I spread her pussy lips
with my fingers to tease along her slit, moving from just above her asshole to her
clit, I found her already slippery and wet.
I really wanted to get her off, so I started massaging her clit in circles. It seemed
to be really wet and sensitive between the top of her opening and her clit, so I touched
lightly there, rubbing the firmer engorged hood as I circled up. I periodically dipped
two fingers into her canal if I thought my fingers were getting dry – it seemed like there
was no shortage of wetness inside her. She seemed pretty into it, moving her hips and
moaning.
Okay, time to get her off so we can fuck. I pulled away for one more dab of coconut oil,
this time on my other hand. She seemed pretty wet and ready, so I went for it – two
fingers, then three of my other hand, same hand working on her clit. Circles, pressing
up on her g-spot in time with my other hand, this time more pressure and firmly on her clit.
At some point, my phone decides to play Time. Did I have it on shuffle, or are we going a lot faster than I thought? The alarm clocks and bells start going off, and she goes off with them – I feel her pussy tightening on my fingers, she’s arching her back and moaning loudly. But you gotta make sure, so I kept on going, at the same rhythm, until she came back to earth and moved her hand down to stop me from rubbing her now sensitive clit.
“Use your cock now,” she says. She doesn’t have to ask twice. I’m already hard. Condom on, and I’m inside her in a flash.
On top, she’s on her back, and she pulls legs apart and grabs them with her
hands like a porn star. The scene is super hot and smouldering. I start fucking her and I realize how turned on I am, because my cock and balls are really, really feeling good much sooner than I want them to, and it’s a problem.
I slow down a bit, try to stay on the edge and lean down. Finally, I get to play with her nipples! I kiss around her breasts, suck on her nipples, pull them into my mouth and bite and pull and she’s panting. I want to reach down to play with her clit again and try to make her cum again, but she gives me “nuh-uh” and pulls my head up to hers. We’re kissing each other’s necks now.
You remember how I was turned on by her breasts pressing into my chest on the patio? Well now we’re naked, and her nipples are rock hard and leaving a trail of sensation as they move against me with each thrust. I’m grinding into her, trying to feel good and not cum, I think I’m getting a handle on it, like I can probably fuck her for half an hour, and
I do for a bit.
But she starts whispering in my ear, “I was fantasizing about this when I was away” and suddenly I’m very aware that my balls feel very full, and she’s urging me on faster with her hips and my cock definitely doesn’t want to slow down either..
I bite her ear and whisper back, “Tell me to cum.”
“I want it. Cum in me. I worked for it, it’s mine.”
Well that’s all she wrote. I think I lasted a few more strokes of incoherent groaning before
my cock started throbbing and spurting into the condom. I think the weed was peaking because
it felt like my orgasm went on for a really long time – like each leap of my cock lasted
for long seconds before a short euphoric relaxation leading into the next spasm, over and
over. Eventually I knew I was spent and my balls were empty, but I tried to give her a few
more thrusts before I was shuddering with each movement and had to pull out.
I rolled over onto my back off her. I was all sweaty. She hooked her leg over mine and sat up
to take a chug of beer and then start rolling another one.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/jf7ijc/mf_an_old_friend_gets_out_of_jail