So.. I’ve not written anything specifically about Jana yet, which is strange because I’ve had lots of fun encounters with her. I’d recommend checking out the post history for a bit of background on the friend group, but for posterity I’ll quickly summarise.
I grew up with a very sexually open and liberated friend group, we often hooked up with each other at parties or when we were bored, because we knew each other and trusted each other.
Jana, my little Scandinavian pocket-rocket hippie friend, has featured in a few of my stories but only as a side character. Time to give her the limelight.
She’s about 5’5, has dark brown hair, that can get to a lighter mousey shade depending on the time of year. Dry, but warm personality, can be sarcastic but also has a really sharp wit. She’s very much a hippie type, me and her get on really well on a creative/spiritual level, we’re both artists and we connect in the ‘beauty of the world’ sense, as well as living in the moment. She’s a Fine Artist, so she’s always keen to push boundaries and look beyond, which I fucking love. She’s probably the one in my friend group I could always go toe to toe with on a night out.
Oh, did I mention she’s gorgeous? Has these steely grey/blue eyes, broad but feminine jawline, weirdly hot nose (think Natalie Portman?), high cheek bones and pretty lips, the bottom one being more full than the top. The body as well was wonderful. Small but tight, just the right amount of softness, perky ass and B cups (Roughly?), I’ve previously described them as a perfect handful which I feel is fair.
Anyway. On with the story.
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We’re at a party, a particularly raucous one. Drinks are flowing, things are being smoked, lines are on tables, there’s just a lot of shit going on. Music is really loud and pretty dark thematically, there’s been several complaints from neighbours already but it’s not our house, so it’s ok.
Jana’s in the middle of a pretty robust project she’s working on, sometimes she goes into method actor mode with her art where she starts to get consumed by the topic, trying to live and breathe it. I’m chatting to some random guy about Martial Arts, Jana’s with me listening, but quiet. I used to do Muay Thai, Judo, BJJ, even fencing, so it’s a topic I’m interested in and know quite a lot about, the conversation is good. We’re discussing the UFC fights of that period of time, how getting rocked feels, all sorts of things.. Jana’s not got a lot to contribute but she’s listening intently.
He gets pulled away, I’m not mad about it, he was fun while he lasted but I sometimes secretly grow tired of new interactions unless I’m clicking with them on a deeper level. Jana swings her hips around on the counter to face me. *’What’s it like to get hit?*’ I laugh, *’It depends on a lot of things.. How hard, do you see it coming.. you know?’.* She pauses in thought.. *’Can I hit you?’* she says with a devilish smile. She’s fucking trouble, often is. I think you can see why here.
*’Fine, go for it. Don’t punch me on the nose though, punch me here’* I playfully guide her fist to my jawline. She pauses for a moment and we both laugh.. *’Wait.. how hard can I hit you?’* she askes as she pulls her arm back and forth practicing her line to my jaw. *’You’re only little, doubt you could do that much damage, go for it.’* I reply back among laughs.
She bites her lip, and pulls her arm back, then flings it forward. For such a small girl she managed to get a bit of bite on the punch, I’d previously taught her how to throw her body into punches, so unfortunately she remembered my lessons. I’m not gonna say it hurt, but she got me haha, and people around the room looked over as if I’d just acted gravely inappropriately with her and she was reprimanding me with a strike. We both burst out into borderline hysterical laughter after a moment of complete silence, looking at each other.
*’Feel better now?’* I ask with a smile. She pulls herself together for a moment *’Oh my god that actually felt kinda good, can I beat you up now?’* The devilish smile returns *’This sounds a lot like the origin story of a super villain to me..’* I reply. She pulls a face like she’s going to throw a pretend tantrum, which then turns back to mischievous curiosity… *’Can you hit me?’* she asks. *’Fuck off’* is my immediate reply, I’m 6ft2, and while not a gym rat, built like a brick shithouse. I’m a gentle giant, the kind who may not start the fight, but will sure as hell finish it, *’no way*’ I’m thinking.
*’Ohhhh come on! Hit me!’* She starts to get more and more excited about the prospect. I roll my eyes at her as she bounces up and down on the kitchen counter like a petulant child. *’Come on, at least slap me? I want to see how it feels’.* It doesn’t seem like a good idea, but I tell her I can give her a slap if it will shut her up, to which she enthusiastically nods her head like a dog who’s just been asked if it want’s to go for a walk. I walk up close to her, she wraps her legs either side of me, and I give her a short, semi hard slap across the jaw, probably pushing about 30% power on it, but her jaw turns as I make contact with it, it leaves a slight red mark and her expression goes from smirk to shock, but not a bad shock..
She just looks at me, mouth slightly open, I break the silence *’You ok?’,* she bites her lip and nods *’I think that just made me wet’.* I laugh immediately at the comment but I realise she’s serious.
*’Can we go?’* She asks, her eyes were definitely welling up, but she seemed ok. I still wanted to check. *’Are you sure you’re ok?’* She smiles back at me *’I’m fine trust me, I want to go so you can fuck the shit out of me’.* Then that devious smile returned. She hopped off the counter, grabbed my hand and walked me out the back door, round the side of the house and out. She didn’t live far, so, back to hers.
It’s a short walk, we’re at her front door in no time and she’s wild, she’s kissing me, biting my lip, this is a slightly different side of her that I’ve not explicitly seen before, but there’s many many sides to this girl. We’re tearing at each others clothes as we walk in, making our way up the stairs to her room, She pulls my shirt off and whispers in my ear *’Be really rough with me this time, ok?’* I grab her by the throat firmly, kiss her deeply and my other hand paws at her ass, trying to find the zip on her back to undo her short, skimpy dress. *’Rip it off’* she replies, no messing around. I grab the shoulder off her dress and pull it firmly, it tears, I don’t think about how expensive it was because she’s generally pretty well off, nothing she can’t handle. I pull the material by her bust and the well crafted stitching resists for a few tugs but then the thin material tears, she’s not wearing a bra and her perky tits are now exposed, nipples hard. She backs off and slips the mess of material off her body, she wasn’t even wearing panties, this girl is such a freak.
She steps forward, completely naked and takes a swipe for me again, slaps me across the jaw, and grins like a cheshire cat. I slap her back and grab her by the jaw, she looks up at me, I kiss her deeply and slip my hand between her thighs, she wasn’t lying early she was soaking wet. Two fingers slipped in with little to no resistance, my palm on her clit as I start to slide them in and out as we link and twist our tongues.
She pulls away and drops to her knees, wrestling with my belt, trying to get it off with the urgency of someone who’s been starving for weeks. She shuffles my jeans down and and I step my legs out, I’m already pretty hard but as soon as I look down at her, I’m growing harder by the second. She grabs me by the base in her little hand, takes a big lick of my cock from the underside to the head. It twitches is response, pulsing in her grip, before she wraps her lips around me and tries almost immediately to deep throat me as much as she could, she got half way before she choked, she pulled back for air and tried again, getting further, but I’m also getting harder at the same time.
I grab her by the roots of her hair, behind her head, so I have a strong, firm and commanding grip of her, then I start to gently thrust my cock into her throat, she opens her mouth wider and sticks her tongue out to accommodate me and just let’s me take control. I start to go deeper and deeper with the movements of my hips, and I hold her down with about 3/4 of my cock between those pretty lips, she looks up at me, tears building in her eyes, but determination behind them. I let her pull away as she gasps for air, strings of spit still connecting her lips to my cock as she pants heavily. *’I can get it all the way.. Try again’* She says as she shuffles her hips to prepare for another round. I prepare by fucking her lips with a few shallow strokes, before trying to push as much as I could down her throat, we reach the wall, and we make it past, she takes me all the way down to the hilt, I could have sworn I felt her tongue still swirling, while her eyes winced, what a champ.
I slide out of her throat, it’s covered with thick spit, which hangs from her lips and her chin, and I grab my cock with my other hand and drag it across her face, where it mixes with the tears streaming down her cheeks. She slaps my hand away from my dick and grabs it herself, slapping her own face with the weight of my cock as she smiles like a maniac. Her makeup smearing. She gets back up to her feet and claws hard at my chest, so hard it leaves a visible raised mark over the next week or so. And she backs up to the bed where she lays down and spreads her legs.
Not much prompting needed here, I launch at her and get on top of her, kissing her hard, biting each others lips, as the shaft of my cock presses firmly against her soaking wet pussy, my hips move back, trying to angle the head of my cock to enter her, but she jumps ahead and reaches down with both hands, eagerly guiding me in. We’ve fucked plenty of times, so she’s used to me, but this time there was the deepest roar of a moan as I slid into her, I wasted no time in picking up the pace and ‘fucking the shit out of her’ as she previously requested. Full length thrusts, making her feel every inch, her eyes rolling back in her head, I hold her by the throat and squeeze the sides so restrict blood flow as I fuck her, her hands still clawing at my shoulders, my back. She cums, her body tenses and shakes, I feel her pussy grip me like a vice as it clamps around me, her eyes roll back a little with a big old ‘O’ face.
I let her catch her breath as I softly pump in and out, before flipping her over once she’s got her bearings again, a couple of pumps in prone, before I pull her hips up so she’s on all fours.
From here, I grab her hips firmly, full control of them, as I really start to take any frustration of the week out on her poor little pussy, I spank her hard, leaving red hand prints and she is fucking howling in pleasure at this point… I reach forward after clawing at her back and getting my revenge, grab her by the hair, arch her back and really start hitting it from behind. Her body collapses again, she’s cumming, I know the way her body works so I slow down a little for her (she gets SUPER sensitive when she cums). I give her a really hard spank, like I’m not holding back my strength with this one and she squeals. I slide out of her, her pussy slightly gaped for a moment as her cheeks are spread, she rolls onto her back and slinks to the floor, shuffling over to me.
She grabs me in her hand again and feverishly tries to devour my cock, she’s a beautiful mess as she looks up at me with those sultry blue eyes, smeared makeup, trying to take my whole cock down her throat with no help. The enthusiasm shows, and it’s really fucking appreciated on my end, she’s swirling her tongue around my cock between forcing it down her throat, and stroking her hand up and down my length in perfect harmony with her lips.
I don’t have to do a fucking thing, she’s got the situation under control, she slides me out of her mouth and slaps my cock across her face again and she strokes me hard onto at outstretched tongue that sits under the head of my cock, I tell her I’m close and she grins while keeping the pace. She sucks the end of my cock for a second before releasing it and swirling her tongue around me, it doesn’t take long before my thighs are tensing and trembling, and my cock pulses in her hand, before a thick rope of cum shoots across her outstretched tongue, straight to the back of her throat, the next ropes shoot with more intent and they splash across her pretty face, the excitement on her as she’s getting covered is infectious..
As we wind down, she licks her lips and tries to get as much of my cum off her as possible and into her mouth, her ass red from the beating I’ve given it. She gets some wet wipes, cleans herself, and me up, and we lay in her bed. She rolls a joint and we talk away the rest of the evening laying with each other.
The next day Jana woke up to texts asking if she got in a fight with me, because people saw her punch me at the party, the explanation ended up being hilarious.
Thanks for reading as always :)
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/vgiafv/mf_that_time_i_made_my_friend_cry
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