Getting over The One, or how I shagged the party hosts girlfriend [MF]

I’ve been a fan of this sub for many years, and many of the stories have lead to many an *ahem* enjoyable time, so I thought, why not contribute?

For those that enjoy a mental image, I’m 6’6″, glasses, clean shaven and was a serious rugby player (at the time). Apparently I’ve got quite a big cock, though I did’t realise until my wife told me many years after this episode.

The girl in the story, well, I guess she’d be described as ‘thicc’ now, but that wasn’t a thing at the time. I’ve always been a fan of curves, and Emma had plenty. She was maybe 5′ 6′, athletic, but broad shouldered and with a firm arse. Probably somewhere near a B cup, with mid length brown hair and a sparkling smile.

The setting for this story is around 20 years ago. I’d relatively recently finished University, and had split with my long term girlfriend who was still finishing her degree – we managed the LDR thing for a while, but she cheated and it wrecked me. I started going out more, and the time I was no longer spending traipsing to my old Uni town seeing her, I spent going back home and reconnecting with my school friends and my younger brother, which led to me being invited to his friend Ben’s party.

I can’t remember precisely *why* the party was happening, but it was an excuse for me to blow off steam. The BBQ was lame as hell, but I”d worked as a chef in my youth so managed to salvage some of the food, raiding the family spice rack and making the plain chicken they were trying to cook actually taste of something – mebbe a level of competence which impressed Ben’s girlfriend, Emma.

As the party died down in the early hours of the morning, there were a group of us getting increasingly drunk in the conservatory which adjoined the kitchen and the rest of the house. Ben had had to be taken to bed as he was an incoherent mess, and Emma was pissed off with him as he had been being a bit of an arsehole to her in front of people.

Everyone started crashing out, and I’d been left chatting on my own to Emma on the sofa – she was considering applying to the university I’d just graduated from and we were sharing stories of bars, beers and shenanigans that I’d got up to whilst there. She mentioned she and Ben had been struggling as she’d be leaving for one university or another, and he wasn’t, and she wasn’t sure she’d be able to stay faithful. I didn’t see any signs right then, or at least didn’t until she kissed me.

Reader, by this point, the big brain had shut down, and the little one had taken over, any morals flying out of the window. With hands all over one another, I let her know where I’d be sleeping …

I jury rigged a bed on the floor in the conservatory using a load of cushions from various sunloungers. and sofas. Just as I was finishing, Emma came back down to ‘get some water’, wearing nothing but a T-shirt and her knickers, and in no time we were all over one another again, my hands diving up her top to her tits and the other quickly sliding down to her knickers where I could feel the heat radiating. She moaned into my mouth as I slid first one, then two fingers into her tight snatch, working her up even more until she reached inside my black boxers and started stroking my ever hardening cock

She pulled away claiming she had to check on Ben, at which point even my drunken arse started to feel a little guilty. I genuinely didn’t think I was going to get lucky, so was lying there enjoying the scent of her on my fingers when she walked back in, got on her knees, and engulfed my cock with her mouth.

Reader, I’d love to say I saw stars and received the most pornstar-esque sloppy blowjob in the world, but this would be a lie. She was … ok, a bit too much teeth action, but by the time she was done I was very hard. I returned the favour, kissing down her chest, sucking her hard nipples into my mouth as my fingers moved south, soon joined by my tongue, teasing her lips as I slid first one, then two fingers inside her as she writhed, claiming I was much better at eating pussy than her boyfriend. I ate her out for maybe ten minutes until her hands wrapped into my hair and she ground out her first orgasm of the night on my tongue.

We scrabbled to find my jeans, dig the wallet out and wrap my cock up, and she spread herself wide, stroking her clit as she looked needily at my cock, commenting that she was glad that a tall guy like me was ‘in proportion’, apparently unlike her other half.

There’s not a lot to beat being told you’re both bigger and better than her boyfriend as I fucked her missionary. I’d been drinking so wasn’t going to cum anytime soon, and so switched positions up, shifting her legs up over my shoulders to take her deeper, at which point she started loudly moaning. I worried we were going to wake up other partygoers who were crashed in various places in the house would hear us, so I flipped her over and fucked her doggy so she could moan into the cushions I was using as a pillow. Feeling cheeky, I slid a moistened finger up her arse and she came hard on my cock.

After I filled the first condom we relaxed, until her hand went to my cock and she wanked me off till I was hard again, at which point I found the second condom from the wallet, and after that round there was a third one bareback, at which point it was getting light and she decided being found naked in the conservatory with me would be unwise. I did enjoy sending her back upstairs to her boyfriends bed full of my spunk.

Trying to find the condom wrappers and her knickers took a little time mind you … think I kept hold of those for a few years after the event.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/jyu889/getting_over_the_one_or_how_i_shagged_the_party