My FWB proved himself worthy on New Year’s Eve/Day, and after I went to sleep and woke up, all I could think of was sex. I wrote out my previous post, and got so wet just thinking about it that I had to take a shower, and get a hold of him. I had originally planned on waiting a few days to get back a hold of him, but my vibrator was simply not cutting it. I wanted him again, badly.
So I got a hold of him, and thankfully he wasn’t doing anything, so I made my way over to his house. I was a lot less nervous than the previous night, and we talked for a second before laying down and cuddling. I really love touching him, his skin and muscles, and he loves getting “traces” as he calls them. So as we were spooning I traced his forearms (ugh so sexy) and started kissing and giving him light little bites, and he started grinding against me. He pinned my arms to me, and started to really tease me, kissing my neck, pushing his hips against me. We gyrated against each other for a while, and then he flipped me over into the doggy position again, and started to finger fuck me oh so slowly, making me beg for it.
Just when I thought I reached my limit, he started pushing me around, making me lie upside down, my head hanging off the couch, and my feet up by the wall. He pulled his pants and boxers down, slapped his dick on my mouth a few times, then commanded me to open up. I did quickly, taking as much of him as I could, as fast as I could. I started choking almost immediately, but after I caught my breath, I dove back in. He held my shoulders up, and continued thrusting into my mouth, barely giving me any breaks when I started to gag. I finally had to stop and catch my breath, and began eagerly licking his balls, sucking them into my mouth and fondling them with my tongue.
I don’t think he had ever had that done before, because he froze, and didn’t move for a while. He got over it though, and began stroking himself, moving his body up further until I was licking and kissing and sucking where his dick ended, behind his balls. I probed him hard with my tongue, licking away furiously, trying to make up for the fact that I couldn’t keep deep-throating him because I kept choking. He moaned, and kept telling me that I was a good girl, asking how it tasted.
He stepped back suddenly and pulled me upright, then threw me onto the floor, grabbing and supporting my hips as he plunged into me. I tried to muffle my shrieks in my arms, but I don’t know how successful it was. He kicked my legs apart, leaning over me, and started to really fuck me. I didn’t even have time to match his rhythm, which I think he intended. I had to muffle my sounds, and bit my arm in ecstasy. Then, he pushed me down all the way to the ground, grabbed a handful of hair, and fucked me slow and good. He told me not to make any noise, and I tried as best as I could to swallow my whimpers. He dropped my hair, and grabbed me by the throat, cutting off my noises at the source. I bounced against him, clutching the rug under me, when suddenly he paused, shoved his tongue into my mouth, holding it there, then pulled out and came all over my back.
He dropped me to the floor, and I just laid there, a quivering and convulsing wet mess. He walked off, and came back with a towel, and wiped me off. He pulled me onto the couch in a sitting position, and let me lay against him while I laid long, loving kisses on his chest, and anywhere else I could reach. He apologized for the short session, and asked if it was good for me. I just nodded my head, and gave a moan of confirmation, unable to speak. He kissed my forehead, and then my cheek, and then on the lips, holding it. “Good,” he said, and then pulled me on top of him, cradling me as I suffered through the aftershocks of my orgasm.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/kowlk3/mf_me_and_my_friend_had_a_second_night_of_romping