Fucking my girlfriend’s insanely competitive best friend [MF] – Part 2

You didn’t think I was going to leave you on *that* cliff-hanger did you?

As the title suggests, this is the second part of a story I started the other day. If you’ve not read it, I suggest you do so before getting stuck into this one. That’s because there’s plenty of build-up and a bit more context in it compared to this one, and let’s be real, the build-up is often the best bit!

Part 2 picks up immediately where we left off, so if you have read part 1, you know we’re wasting no time and getting straight into it. Because, when you end a story with “she led me to her bed with my cock in hand” there’s not really any other way to start, is there?

Still, context is important, so your **TLDR** of the story so far:

**I dated a girl called Jane years before this encounter took place. Jane had a best friend called Amy, who she shared a lot with. She even watched Jane and I have sex once. You can read all the details about that encounter too. After splitting up with Jane, years later I ran into Amy on a night out and it turned out there was something between us. Things escalated from making out in the bar to Amy gagging on my cock in her room.**

And so here we are. You should be all caught up from that but this is your last chance to read part 1:

[Fucking my girlfriend’s insanely competitive best friend [MF]](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/uqg4iv/fucking_my_girlfriends_insanely_competitive_best/)

And if you need a little more context, there’s also this one:

[The time my girlfriend’s best friend watched me fuck her senseless [MF]](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/tcn2jo/the_time_my_girlfriends_best_friend_watched_me/)

All done? Good. Let’s continue.

Amy squeezed my semi-erect cock as we took a few steps from her door to her bed. I glanced around her bedroom being pulled towards a huge double bed with posts on each corner – my first thought was, “Bet she’s been tied to them”

Her room was not at all how I had pictured it in my mind, because, yes, of course I had imagined this moment before. As I’ve mentioned previously, I heard plenty of stories about Amy when I was dating Jane…

“You know Amy took that guy home the other night? The one we met in the queue outside?”

“That girl over there… Amy had a threesome with her you know.”

“Have you ever rimmed someone? Amy was saying she was doing it the other night.”

“No, I don’t have any toys. Amy has a few though, she told me about this one that she loves.”

Just a few excerpts from conversations with my girlfriend , Jane. As described in my other post, Jane was quite conservative mostly, only really letting go after a bottle or two of the local corner shop’s finest (cheapest) wine. Amy was Jane’s antithesis. That is to say, where Jane was reluctant to try something or it was just an outright no… Amy had already done it. Where Jane was shyer in discussing sex, Amy dropped it into group conversations quite casually. So, naturally, I had pictured just what Amy may be like in the bedroom and what that would look like.

In my head, she would have a dark and moody room with walls full of posters of heavy metal bands I’d never heard of. Probably have skulls and odd ornaments all around as well as concert tickets stashed everywhere. The reality was…. well pretty normal. A desk with a laptop on, some fairy lights around, a tv in the corner and bedside tables just like any other bedroom. It was surprisingly devoid of pictures, which was actually a good thing. The amount Amy had mentioned Jane over the course of the night was awkward enough, so if there had been any pictures of her dotted around, it could have been a very odd feeling fucking Amy while being stared at by Jane.

That said, when Amy did mention my ex, it was also a little bit of a weird turn on. I could tell it was for her and that there was some competitiveness coming out of her. It was if Amy was trying to best Jane and go down in my head as a more memorable fuck. Spoilers then, I suppose… I am writing about her and not Jane after all.

Amy sat me down on the bed and kissed me deeply again before getting on her knees once more. She grabbed my dick with a firm hand. It started stiffening at her touch again, going from semi to ready to fuck once more in a matter of seconds. She looked at it, with that hunger in her eyes again and a sly smile crept across her face.

“Think Jane was right about this too.” she said, swaying it from side to side, “wonder if she was telling the truth about stamina?”

“Shall we find out?” I asked in response.

She popped my cock back in her mouth again and sucked the head delicately. She was less ravenous this time and more intimate, almost making out with it. And then… well, we kind of just had a conversation for a little bit. Whenever Amy wasn’t pleasuring me with her mouth, lips or tongue, she was talking. I don’t think she ever let go of my cock though.

She released my manhood from her mouth just long enough to ask, “So I’m sure you didn’t see your night panning out like this, did you?” and then she continued to lick it gently.

“Not at all. I thought my colleagues were just going to bore me with work chat all evening.”

“I think this is better than work chat, don’t you?”

In a half-moan, half-intelligible answer, I replied, “Mmmmm, yeah.”

She released my cock from her mouth again, “Clearly, you should come to Manchester more often.”

“Is that a future invite?”

“Maybe.”

“I guess you didn’t really see your night panning out like this either, did you?”

“Na ahh” she said, muffled as she slurped on me, only relaxing her grip to continue, “but it’s definitely taken a fun turn. You’re not entirely how I imagined.”

*Shit, had she imagined what it would be like to fuck me too?!*

“What do you mean? Is that a good thing?”

She licked up and down the sides of my shaft, making sure her eyes met mine while doing so, before answering, “Yes, it’s a good thing Ben.” She flicked her tongue over the tip and repeated herself, “it’s a good thing.”

“Have you thought about doing this before, Amy?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“Erm, yeah… hence the question!”

She rolled her eyes at me and squeezed my cock with her hand, “Yes, obviously.”

I just raised my eyebrow at her. She stroked my shaft up and down lightly and then licked up and down in a similar fashion. It was like someone playing with their food.

She continued, “You know, Jane talked. A lot. She told me all about you when you were dating… What you two would get up to… What you liked.. What you wanted to try but she didn’t.. You think my mind didn’t wander at any point? Remember I watched you actually *fuck* her once.”

“Yeah, I remember. Just didn’t think you’d have thought about it.. about me.. like that? Full disclosure, I thought about you as well.”

She was just stroking me up and down at this point and looking up at me.

“Naughty, Ben.”

“Well seems I wasn’t the only one being naughty!” I snapped back.

“I just knew I could do so much better, give you much more. I could make you feel better than what she did.”

I must have had a look of disbelief on my face. Not because I didn’t believe in her abilities but because I was that shocked at what she was saying. Jane and I definitely had a good relationship at one point and there was plenty of feeling there but at times things in the bedroom felt lacking. I just couldn’t believe her “best friend” (got to use quotes now…) would ever have thought along those lines. That said, at the same time it definitely gave me a rush and made my cock jolt in anticipation.

Amy grinned at me and said, ” know a thing or two about what will *really* get you off.”

“Like what?”

Her look was basically ‘challenge accepted’. She opened one of her bedside drawers and took out a small bottle of lube and placed it on the bed next to me. She then pressed my cock up against my stomach, sucked each of my balls and started licking down further, pausing only to say, “Like *this*.”

Then she dragged her tongue over my asshole.

“Ohhh fuck.” It was like an epiphany moment way of saying it. And it really was *oh fuck*.

She gave it another couple of licks and then squirted some of the lube on her index finger. She looked back up at me again, her eyes alone saying ‘I’m in control here’, and she pushed her finger inside me. Now I’d dabbled with this before briefly – Jane actually attempted it for a microsecond once and a girl I’d met in America had gone a little further, and although it was fun, it was *nothing* compared to this.

From the moment she slid it inside, it must have taken me less than a minute to cum. I cannot tell you exactly what she did, just that she did it right. She hit a sweet spot up there and didn’t hold back. She only needed one finger and a gentle bit of suction on my cock to send me over the edge. My confidence in my stamina was all of a sudden completely torn apart – I was doing so well too.

“OH FUCK!”

I literally yelled out as I came buckets in her mouth for the second time in about half an hour. It was an intense orgasm and felt like a wave coming over me. She made sure that not a drop was spilled and lapped it all up hungrily as my dick continued pulsating. Felt like it was having aftershocks.

“How did I do?” Amy asked.

“I think that speaks for itself doesn’t it?!”

She giggled, stood up and removed her bra in front of me, exposing her small but incredibly perky breasts. She had what I’ve since found out are called “ghost nipples”, they were close in skin tone to the rest of her body, and each one was pierced. As she motioned to remove her knickers, I took in her body. She was slim, petite (dainty you may even say), and multiple tattoos adorned her frame. She had some sort scripture tattoo snaking its way from her rib cage around her side. On the opposite side was a date, presumably a sentimental one to her though I never asked what it meant. Casting my eyes further downwards, her belly button was also pierced and each hip was inked. Stars on the right, some swallows on the left. “Appropriate” I thought.

She stepped out of her panties, now left on the floor and joined me on the bed, pushing me back and kissing me. We made out like this for a little while, our naked bodies pressed together and our hands exploring each other. I’d have thought my dick would be spent after cumming twice already but I was soon at full mast again; it was probably rather obnoxiously pressing into Amy as we rolled around on the bed.

For a small girl, Amy was quite strong. Like, you would definitely underestimate her and not expect her to pin you down. Yet, that’s exactly what she did. She had me on my back, pressing her hands into my shoulders to keep me in place and was biting my neck, kissing down and around. She scratched her nails down my chest and then sort of pulled me around so I was on top of her. I mimicked her and kissed her neck right back. In the position I was now in, I could feel her wetness against my cock and knew I needed to fuck her.

She parted her legs and allowed me to slip inside her. It was probably only the smallest of movements and I slid effortlessly into her. Then she shuffled down the bed so that my cock sank deeper still. It felt incredible entering her for the first time. She felt incredible, should I say. We soon found our rhythm together and I was slowly sliding in and out of her. I looked at her and she looked right back at me. The eye contact was intense. I could see the delicate widening of her pupils with each thrust into her.

We kissed more, I bit and sucked her neck as she arched her back, pressing her body closer into mine. She bit me right back. I felt Amy trail a hand down her body and knew that she was now touching her clit. I cupped one of her breasts in my hand and brought it closer to my mouth, enabling me to flick my tongue over her nipple and play with her piercing. Amy was moaning in response to every subtle movement and I was too.

This slow and sensual play only lasted for a few minutes or so however. Now I said in part 1 that this night was a case of “she fucks him” as Amy was definitely leading the evening’s activities.

In what sounded like a quite authoritative tone, she said, “Now really **fuck me**.”

She adjusted herself slightly and pushed my body away from hers. She pulled her legs up slightly and I could tell what she was getting at. With my one arm I placed a leg over my shoulder and then did the same on the other side. It felt like with this movement my cock fell further inside her.

“Mmmhhhh” she let out a moan as I went as deep as I could go.

I think it’s safe to say that when a girl tells you to fuck her with a determined, lustful look in her eyes, you do it. Holding her legs in place, just as she asked, I *really* fucked her. I didn’t waste any time and went for long, hard and deep strokes straight away. I pulled out of her as far as I could and then slammed right back into her with force. The first few thrusts were hard and powerful, yet controlled. With each one, I built it up more and more until I was no longer holding back, slamming into her. I was driving my cock into her with force and her reactions said it all.

“Oh god… Oh god.. Oh god..”

This continued as I essentially turned into a jackhammer.

“Yes! Yes! Yes”

Her moans were delicious. I felt her nails sink into my arse as she held on.

“Oh fuckkkk.”

Moans turned to screams.

“FUCKK.” she gritted her teeth and clenched her eyes shut tightly. Her legs started quivering a little and I could feel her pussy clenching slightly around me. This wasn’t it for her though, more of a mini-orgasm.

Between some pretty deep breaths, she told me, “Fuck me from behind!”

*Erm, yes please!*

I did as I was told. I almost felt like I had to and compelled to do so. This wasn’t a dominant and submissive relationship we had formed but I just felt very comfortable being guided by her and told what to do.

I put her legs down and she scrambled into position, on all fours facing away from me. Then, with similar force to before, I was fucking her again. Long and deep strokes from behind. My body was audibly slapping against each time. At this point, I noticed my reflection in her long mirror in the corner again. It was like I was watching a live porn scene featuring myself. A bit like American Psycho except I was focused on her body and not my own, like… well a psycho.

After several more minutes of this, Amy’s legs were again shaking and she was yelling out, but I could tell she wasn’t cumming still. I received my next order… “Get on your back.”

I did as I was told. She kissed me deeply and then climbed on top of me, making sure to tell me, “I’m going to ride you *properly*.”

I could not help but think this was another dig at Jane, and her basically telling me, “I’m wining” the competition she’d created in her own head.

She placed a foot either side of my waist and mounted my cock, squatting down it so sumptuously slowly. All the way down it. She held her position there for a moment, just enough for me to involuntarily flex inside her. Then from here I can only describe her actions as “riding me like a pogo”. She literally jumped up and down my cock, bouncing with incredible force. It was “squat fuck” on steroids. Up and down and up and down **and up and down**. The rhythm, the vigour, the feeling of her clenched around me… it was mesmerising.

I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again. Amy knew what she wanted and she clearly knew how to get herself off. As the saying goes, she had been saving this, her best position, till last. I could see it in her face this time, she was about to cum.

“Ohhhhh fuckkkkkk.” she blurted out, and then she moaned in pleasure. Her face contorted, her body pulsated and her pussy gushed around me. This then pushed me over the edge and I came moments behind her. It must have been like a geyser going off inside her.

After a few moments passed off us basking in our combined orgasm, she fell back towards me. I could feel her heartbeat going ten to the dozen. Mine was too. Like my ribcage must have been hurting from my heart pounding against it.

We kissed a little more and my cock went limp inside her. Spent from the evening’s fun. We cleaned ourselves up and got back in bed together. We just chatted for a while longer from here – I cannot possibly say what we talked about.

I can’t remember which one of us went first but We eventually succumbed to drunken and post-sex induced sleepiness. Or maybe it was exhaustion? The intensity of it all certainly required good levels of cardio at least.

As with all alcohol fuelled nights, the sleep was patchy at best and I woke up at some painfully early time in the morning, like 6am or so. I tried getting a few more Zs but it wasn’t happening so I just messed around on my phone for a while until I heard Amy stirring. Pretty sure we had some surprisingly not at all awkward chat and then we even fucked one more time, using up the last of our energy. She rode me for a while and then I finished inside her in missionary position.

I left Amy’s apartment just a little later after that, feeling one part high on endorphins, one part hungry for more and one part early-hangover-symptoms.

Before leaving, we exchanged numbers, with Amy telling me, “Make sure to let me know if you’re ever in Manchester again.”

“I promise you I will.”

I made good on that promise.

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