***I originally posted this a couple years ago and deleted it. Reposting for posterity. ***
**After a long time lurking in this and other true(ish) story subreddits, I’ve decided to share some stories of my own. I’ve had a good couple of decades of sexual activity and I’ve got quite a few stories to share ranging over that time.**
*About me: I’m 39 years old, white with dark skin. 5’9″ and solidly built from years of spending time in the gym, but not so fanatically that I have no body fat because I still like pie. Suffice it to say I look good in clothes and I’m happy with how I look naked. In the equipment department, I’m nothing more than average all around.*
“I’ve never kissed with a man with a beard before”.
That was the first message she sent. I was two months post separation from my first wife and had created a profile on PoF for some casual fun. It was a weeknight and I was home relaxing after a long day at work and a long evening of trying to deal with the logistics of getting divorced. I don’t recall my exact response but it was sufficiently witty enough for the conversation to continue. Taking a look at her profile, I discovered that Brittany was a cute, mid-20s blonde, 5’4″ and perfectly curvy with lips that looked soft and juicy and wonderfully kissable; overall, perfect for what I had in mind.
Small talk quickly moved to texts and texts quickly moved to FaceTime, where she put on a show for me with her vibrator. To say that her intentions aligned with my intentions is an understatement, and it wasn’t long before we made a plan to meet up. It was a couple of days before it could happen, but the intervening time was full of pictures and videos that made the wait very difficult. The day of, I received a text, “I started my period today, but that only takes one of my holes out of service.” I responded with the only correct response: “Get here as soon as possible.”
Once she finally arrived, there was very little time between her walking through the door and her lips on mine and even less time before I was seated on my couch with my pants off and those delicious, juicy lips engulfing my cock. She came hungry and it showed. She treated my cock like it was the only thing she’d been thinking about for three days. The way her lips felt as she moved up and down was exquisite and watching her enthusiasm as she devoured me was amazing. It was clear she was getting off just by having my cock in her mouth and that made it even hotter. I sat back and enjoyed her efforts, snapping a couple of pictures for posterity. Those pictures, however, were met with disapproval. “Let me take them,” she demanded. Not one to deny a hot woman with her mouth on my cock, I handed my phone over and let her have control.
While I could have sat there and let her blow me for the rest of the night (and she would have stayed there as long as I wanted her to) I wanted more. Grabbing her by the hair, I pulled her off my cock and told her to bend over the couch. Slapping her ass hard, I lined the head of my cock up to her tight little asshole and asked her if this was what she wanted. “Yes, please! Fuck! Put it in my ass now!” she whined. Using her spit and some of mine as lube, I slowly pushed the tip forward, watching as it was swallowed by her asshole. I started out slow but that didn’t last long as she told me “Stop teasing and just fuck me already.” So I did. I mean, who am I to refuse a demand like that? I started fucking her hard, enjoying her little yips every time I bottomed out and relishing her need as she pushed her hips into me every time I pulled back.
After the three days of buildup, an amazing blowjob, and the feeling of her ass tightening down on my cock every time she came, it only took me a few minutes before I was ready to blow. “Fuck, Brittany, I’m going to cum,” I said, and was shocked as she pulled herself away to turn around and take me in her mouth. With one hand on my balls and the other grabbing my ass to pull me down her throat, she sucked at the pace I was fucking her and, after a few seconds, I had my hand wrapped in her hair and a huge load exploding down her throat, my moans sounding in harmony with hers as she came again just from swallowing my cum.
I knew it wouldn’t take me long to get hard again, but as I moved to sit back on the couch and recover she surprised me by putting her head in my lap and just kissing and licking my cock. From time to time she’d put it back in her mouth and swirl her tongue around the head and it was only a few minutes before she could feel it stiffening again. “I need more of your cum. Don’t hold back.” Well, ok then. Those lips, guys. Like a set of warm, wet pillows of perfect firmness wrapped around my cock. I’m not ashamed to admit that it only took a couple more minutes for her to get my second load of the night, me yelling in pleasure and her moaning with satisfaction. “Fuck, I could drink your cum all night.”
Brittany and I didn’t talk much that night, which makes those things she said memorable, and I still jerk off to the memory. Her and I only hooked up one other time with just as much intensity (and in an actual bed this time) but I’ll always fondly remember the night my beard led to anal.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/povh90/fm_the_time_where_my_beard_led_to_anal