Unintended sexual escalation [MF]

So a few weeks ago, I [wrote about my wife and I turning a routine visit from a friend into our first threesome.](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6rnpfu/and_the_guest_makes_three_mff/?utm_content=title&utm_medium=user&utm_source=reddit&utm_name=frontpage) I had a few people PM me for a few more details and encouraged me to tell a few stories from my single college days.

I thought back on if I actually had any worthwhile stories to tell, and a couple came to mind. I suppose I’ll write them and let the upvotes/downvotes do the telling.

My freshman year of college, I made one of my best friends of my life. Samantha and I hit it off from the start. I admit I had an outstanding crush on her initially, but her having the whole “boyfriend from back home” really friendzoned me quick. Which I reluctantly accepted.

We remained friends and did tons together; partying, studying, concerts, etc. She became a great friend of my entire friend group, or I guess it really turned into our friend group by our junior year. We had an apartment just off of campus, and she lived in one on the other side of town. Often she’d crash on our couch after long nights or if she had an early class. She really just morphed into the fourth roommate.

One day after getting home from class, I knew I’d have the apartment to myself for a couple hours. My Tinder run had been dry and it had been weeks since I did more than just bump and grind with the cute girl at a house party. So, as any 22-year-old college student would do, I closed the door to my room and started browsing the NSFW subreddits.

I began to enjoy my own pleasure, and was still slightly worried a roommate would come home, so I popped in the earphones. Little did I know, that simple task “would change everything.” Or at least that’s what they say in the movies, right?

With my headphones in and pants off, fully nude in my bed and just having a jolly good time, I failed to hear Samantha come in and start asking if anyone was home. I didn’t hear her open Jake or Ryan’s doors or knock on mine. That’s when, out of the corner of my eye, I watched her walk in on me, just stroking away.

As anyone would, I flipped the covers over my body and probably screamed a little. I don’t exactly remember. Samantha made a quick move backward and made a motion to leave… but didn’t.

After the initial shock wore off after about a minute, we both had an extraordinary laugh. Still naked, I asked if she ever learned to knock, which she defensively stood her ground, saying she did and that she yelled a few times to see if anyone was home.

She stood there, 5-foot-6, stout body coming in at about 170 pounds. She didn’t do much to cover her 36C’s, as I still remember to this day her ‘one-size-too-small’ grey v-neck shirt did everything to sculpt the contours of her body. She had a bit of a tummy, something I always found oddly attractive. She wasn’t fat or even overweight. Just your normal, 22-year-old college student.

She had dark blonde hair. It always got super light in the summer, but dimmed down in the fall/winter months. It touched just the top of her breasts when she was naked, and cascaded off her shoulders like waves. She had thicker thighs and wide hips, which gave her a rather large ass. That was something she was also extremely comfortable with. She’d slide by us while we were on the couch and jam it in our faces, knowing it’d get a rise — physically and vocally — out of us.

She rarely wore shorts, but when she did, she didn’t have many that covered it all. I teased her about it, as if she were trying to tempt me in a way. Otherwise, she wore these painted on jeans that left little to the imagination of what was under them.

But most of all, I feel for her smile. Those perfectly straight, white teeth that gleamed in the darkest of rooms. She was loud and obnoxious at times, but her laugh and smile muted any annoyance.

So as she stood there, and the anxiety of someone walking in on me jerking off wore of, she asked an unforgettable question: “Would you like me to finish you?”

I laughed, thinking it was another one of her mild-mannered jokes. But she stepped back into the room, closed the door and dropped her bag. Fuck, she was serious.

Still unsure of her sincerity, I laughed. But that smile faded away to just a grin. At this point, she had no boyfriend and was late going through the “experimenting” phase of college.

“What, seriously? I mean, really?” I stumbled around, trying not to reject the notion but wanting not to look like a fool and make things incredibly awkward for one of my closest friends.

Sam laid down beside me and adjusted me to roll over onto my left side. I was facing away from her as she crawled under my down comforter and I felt her warm tits pressed against my back. Her hand was cold as it slid down my side, around to my from and grasping my still erect penis, giving a couple light squeezes.

“You don’t seem to mind, do you?” she asked. “Now, what were we watching?”

I pulled my phone back up and rested it against a pillow so we both could watch. I don’t remember the scene because all I could concentrate on was this woman, jerking me off to porn. I grew and her hand went faster. Eventually I rolled over on my back, she resting on her left hand, still throttling with her right.

“Sam, Sam…I’m going to cum. Please, please make me cum,” I begged her as her stroking was at lightening pace. And there it was, rope after rope shot up toward our heads, the farthest landing just just between my nipples. She kissed my forehead and said, ‘Good boy. Now let’s clean up before anyone gets home.’

Fast forward a couple weeks, and my feeling for Samantha grew. I spent some evenings reimagining that afternoon and trying to finish the same way, but to much avail. I wasn’t sure where this left us, until all my questions were answered that Friday night.

We had a big apartment party, like we did most weekends, and it was just as fun and wild as ever. Samantha and I didn’t hesitate talking and joking with each other, as nothing happened. We had the beer pong table set up in the kitchen, and Sam and I were on a role.

We were laughing, high fiving and smacking each others’ asses in “good game” fashion. She, again, had these fucking incredible painted on denim and delightful, now cut orange top. She did her makeup with some eye liner that made her eyes glow. My favorite: her pulled back hair into a ponytail. Simple but so sexy.

After a while, we eventually lost at pong and Sam disappeared. I wasn’t sure where she was off to, but I didn’t bother looking initially. After another 20 minutes or so, the couples headed off to their rooms, others passed out or went to the bar, and I retreated to my room at about 1 a.m.

That’s when I found Sam, laying in bed completely naked, on the covers. As I opened the door, her head snapped around with her textbook grin. “There you are!” she yelled. I must have looked stunned because she just laughed and motioned me in.

“You are quite naked. Completely, actually,” I said in a joking manner. It wasn’t actually the first time I saw he naked. I’d seen her ass and tits on spring break a year ago, when she went 12/10 drunk on a Tuesday and flashed a group of bead-donning men. But it was the first I’d seen her naked since she finished me off. And I was intrigued.

“So, what’s this about?” I asked her. She didn’t respond. Just jiggled her fat cheeks at me and spread her legs into a star position. When you’ve had a couple shots and 6-7 beers, you’re gonna act more confident than you really are. So, without saying a word, I stripped down to match her nakedness, and stood at the end of the bed.

I ran my hands from her ankles to her ass, sculpting it like it was some piece of clay, and watched it as it morphed around my fingers. She still didn’t move, but let out an inviting giggle. I went back to her ankles then back up to her ass, this time spreading as I got to my stomach.

Her pussy and ass were shaven clean, and the small of vanilla invited me in. I took a lick of her inner thigh, sending goosebumps across her skin. I took another lick before diving in, her cheeks spread and my nose penetrating just the precip of her ass. My tongue and jaw maneuvered around her and she bucked back into me, this time groaning louder.

The sloshing of my tongue lapping against he body was brilliant and definite, as I felt my head being succumbed by her ass. A moment I envisioned for quite some time, but never thought it’d come to fruition.

She pulled forward suddenly and kicked her leg over mine. There was no hiding her wetness or my erection as I jumped to my feat and back to my stomach, laying on top of her, releasing years of sexual tension in what I remember being one of the most passionate makeout scenes I’d ever been a part of or seen.

Sam stuffed her hand downward, fidgeting with my erection and doing her best to guide it in. I pulled back for a moment. “Let me,” I said, and took it and just let the tip fall into an ocean of passion. Between my saliva and her readiness, someone could’ve slipped and fell.

I entered her in three or four slow thrusts, each eliciting soft moans of continuation from her. Eventually we had reached to speed; my hands around her ankles, lifting her into a spread eagle fashion.

There was a parking lot light outside my window and it was fighting its way through the blinds. I could distinctly see Sam’s face, eyes fixated on my chest as I gazed down, watching my cock submerge and reappear.

I was selfish and pulled out, turning her around to have at her backside another time. She obeyed and I mounted her, Sam on her stomach flat and me straddling my favorite scene of flesh.

Again my cock played a magical disappearing and reappearing act between her cheeks as I begged her to continue on with me. She did what she could do, pinned down as I bolstered away at a lightning pace.

I told her how amazing it felt and all those heat of the moment things you say when you’re rolling around like animals. We laughed as I, too, bucked away, turning her ass to a light shade of red from the squeezing and slapping.

Finally, I couldn’t last any longer. I told her how close I was and, as she told me later, she had been finished since I went down on her at the beginning…and after a few minutes of submission doggy.

“I’m on the pill. I’m all yours,” she looked back and smiled. I pulled out once more, before yanking her up to her knees and going just 10 seconds more in doggy style before I felt myself releasing that same amount of ropes into her as she brought out of me weeks ago. I jolted forward five or six times, with each pump. I could feel her resisting it and pushing it back out, while I was inside her. It dripped off my cock and onto my bed, as I pulled out and a loud suction came with me.

We laid there, laughing and confessing. We stayed up until 5 or 6 a.m., having another less-passionate but equally as fun go at each other. She rode me and again, jerked me to completion while I straddled that tummy I once lusted.

After that, we solidified a relationship. We dated for eight or nine more months before she broke it off. We tried the FWB thing, but that didn’t work with me. I wanted more. She wanted more men.

I met my to-be-wife about a month later. A one-night fling turned into a one-month thing. Turned into forever. And since, happily ever after.

Again, thank you for reading. I appreciated your comments last time — sorry, no sandwiches in this story — but I’ve got more to share, should the sub be interested. Again, feel free to PM for any questions you might have. Hope you enjoyed!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6vs9t2/unintended_sexual_escalation_mf

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