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[MFF 2 are wetter than 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5v1vkn/2_are_wetter_than_1_long_read_but_worth_it_mff/)
[MFF Second dates are better than firsts](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5ve2bk/2_are_wetter_than_1_second_dates_are_better_than/)
[MF Our sexty afternoon romp](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5vr0xv/2_are_wetter_than_1_our_mf_sexty_afternoon_romp/)
[MFMFF The Cocks and the Guac – our first group experience](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5zc100/the_cocks_and_the_guac_our_first_group_experience/)
[MFMFMF If you swallow, it won’t get in your hair](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/61so0o/if_you_swallow_it_wont_get_in_your_hair_grouporgy/)
[MFMF Our first Sleepover](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/63fd2q/our_first_sleepover_mfmfgroup/)
[MF Beg](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/64sx09/beg_mf/)
[MF Flying Solo? Why not…](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/675i9p/flying_solo_why_not_mf/)
[MFMF My apologies to those in the next room…](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/68nxnl/my_apologies_to_those_in_the_next_roompublic/)
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I decide to go visit Matt again for one last round of fun before my birthday party. The drive, this time, is rainy and shitty. I simply crank the tunes, try to bring some conscious relaxation into my body, which I just worked out hard at the gym, and drive happily through it. The shitty drive will be worth it, I’m sure. It’s funny, when I’m on my way there I realize the uniqueness of this friendship. It’s one where we literally can freely use each other for sex for the time being. I owe him nothing emotionally, nor him to me. We have no responsibilities to each other. I want him sexually like I haven’t wanted a “new person” in a very long time. How fucking freeing is it to be able to explore this shit? I’m a lucky woman to have a husband and friends who are this great at sharing.
When I arrive, I don’t bother sending a message, I just let myself in. He’s on the bed, and I sit at the end. We chat easily as usual, and I pick his brain about a few things. He has an energy that relaxes me and puts me at ease almost instantly, and with no effort on my part. I normally have to work to find calm in my mind, and for some reason he helps me to get there. He’s one of a very select few people in my life I am truly uncensored with, so it’s refreshing to turn off my filter for a while and just be. I’m pretty sure that’s why the sex is so fucking good with him too, it’s easy to get out of my own head when I’m calm and my brain is quiet.
I was there for quite a while before we even touched this time, and it was nice. As he is talking about his life in the south, he slips deeper into his normally very diluted drawl. It’s normally quite subtle and understated, but when he’s telling a good story he may as well be in a cabin in the woods, brewing moonshine.
I find it easier to push my limits when I get to know someone a bit. I can fuck people and truly enjoy the sex when I barely know their names. Next level sex only happens when I begin to know the person. The more I trust someone the easier it is for me to give up control. It’s one of those interesting choices I find with a sexual partner – no one ever owes me this sharing of themselves. Most of those who know me are aware that as a sexual person I’ll make them cum regardless of whether they share or not. But I think he knows that the sharing will be worth it with me in the long run. He’ll do things to me that many others may not.
He sits at the top of the bed and I’m sort of half laying on my side as we talk. He reaches down and puts his hand in my hair at the back of my neck while still talking. He moves it around to cup my throat, then after a moment back into my hair with a firm grip. My reaction is instant, and hits me all at once like a warmth that spreads down and out all the way to my extremities. If I answer what he is saying, it is from a state of auto pilot, as the chaos in my brain is fully calm right now and I’m just enjoying the space in my head. I feel him tugging, not quite pulling my hair but using it to control me as I slide upwards on the bed. I’m pressed against him, and then on top of him. This is another thing I fucking love about bigger men, that ability to literally climb on and settle in comfortably, he fits me very well. His hands are in my hair still and we’re kissing. He lets one, then both wander up my shirt, on my back then around to firmly cup and squeeze my tits.
I sit tall on him to take my shirt off, then I rub myself on his chest. I love to feel my nipples against a man’s chest when I’m on top of him. He laughs and calls me a tease as I feel his cock start to get hard under me through his shorts…my teasing is working well it seems. I kiss him again from on top, and I know before he touches me that he just wants his dick sucked right now. He moves one hand from the back of my neck to my shoulder, and I begin moving down his body. I want to concentrate today, so I work my way backwards down the bed so my pussy is out of his reach. I’m already shaky and I know if he slides a finger in me I’ll be done in seconds. I want my full concentration for this, as I’m in the mood to take his orgasm.
As we both work to get rid of his shorts, and he settles back in, I take his cock in my hand and stroke it lightly. I begin just taking my time, holding him firmly in my hand while I put just the head in my mouth. I stroke my hand over him, and then tease him lightly with my mouth again. On the next stroke, I take him as far back into my throat as I can, pushing him into me firmly.
“My dick likes your mouth,” he says with one of his hands still in my hair. He’s not really using the hand, but I’m aware that while it is in my hair, he has full control of my head and mouth if he wants to take it. His dick feels huge in my throat, but comfortable today. I find it easier to swallow a larger cock without gagging for some unknown reason, and he is sliding back into my throat today with ease. I still can’t quite bury him but I’m closer than ever. He comments on it, saying it’s like I came out today with my gag reflex turned off. I smile at the feedback with his dick still in my mouth.
He, of course, grabs my hair and gives it that extra push, stealing my breath momentarily as I choke on his cock. He loves to push my limits, and I love to have them tested. The tears are streaming down my face as I gasp around his cock and he lets me back up for a minute to catch my breath. Not before telling me what a good girl I’d been for swallowing it so well though. It’s strange, my transition with this terminology. Used by the wrong person or in a situation where I’m not entirely, and I meant entirely, comfortable, it can be off putting to me. But with the right person it’s simply recognition of a job well done, and I fucking love it. I do love to work hard, and to please. His acknowledgement that I’m pleasing him makes my pussy tighten and I’m now dripping wet at his words.
I back off and begin teasing his head again, and stroking his full length. I wiggle out of my pants, mostly to salvage them before I soak them further. I arch my back so my ass is in the air, as I continue to work on his cock.
“Suck my balls,” he says. Of course, I respond immediately. I suck them and stretch them with my mouth, stroking his rock-hard dick while I do it. He tells me what he wants with his body, his hands, and his voice, and I simply respond. There is no thought with him, but only a calm sense of urgency that courses through my entire body. My legs are tight as I continue to work on him.
Then, I feel his hand in my hair with a tighter grip than before. Easily and with total control he lifts my head from his balls and pushes his cock back into my mouth. Every movement is controlled and as he pushes me down onto him my leg begins to tremble. The last time I was with him I wondered if he could make me cum this way, with this tremble I was certain that he could. He pushes my limits again, forcing himself further back into my throat. I feel the muscles in my throat clenching, but stretching back further than before. My legs are tightly pressed together, and it feels like every muscle in my body is working rhythmically. My legs are shaking from the effort and from sheer need. He pushes his cock deeper into my throat and says, “Oh, it feels like you just need to cum”. His hands are both buried in my hair, and I open my mouth to gasp as he pushes further into my throat. I squirm into the feelings in my pussy, rotating my thighs inwards, and the entire world explodes in color. I can’t see, hear, or think while it’s happening. I collapse, weak, shaking and trying to catch my breath. I feel like high fiving him – we are both a bit stunned. I laugh inside as there is just no denying how much I’ve enjoyed this blow job so far. Good thing I’m not into playing games, cause it’s pretty hard to play it cool when a guy just made you cum with his hands in your hair and his dick in your throat!
He quickly gets me back to the task at hand, and as I start to suck his dick again we hit the perfect rhythm. I am stroking his cock as he fucks my face, holding tightly to the sides of my head. I work only to keep my grip steady and my teeth covered. He does all the rest for a moment. As I tighten my hand slightly, he tells me he’s going to cum soon. As he says the words I tighten my hand and increase the suction in my mouth slightly and with satisfaction I immediately feel him start to cum into the back of my throat. I literally gulp it back as he finishes, satisfied and totally relaxed.
After we finish, we laugh about how I view sex as a sport now. Not as competition against others, but against myself. I always love to push myself to do better, and I’d managed to get his cock almost buried into my throat today. I felt fucking great, and that’s without the mind-blowing orgasm I’d had. He jokes that it’s like I’m in training for the big game. I’m not sure what this “big game” is, but I’m eager to find out.
As I drive back home, I am amazed by something. I’m rarely entirely satisfied, and this one orgasm has done it for me for the moment. I’m relaxed, happy, and at peace as I drive back through the rain, eating a burger I pick up along the way, and tapping the steering wheel along to the tunes.
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