Oh my god. It’s so bad lol. Maybe it’s just this time of the cycle but I literally am so horny right now I can cry. So, I’m gonna recount for you all the last time I went over to his place for your enjoyment and mine instead :)
Again, his parents were out on Sunday as usual and so the house was empty. Cuddling turned into making out, turned into both of us being incredibly horny people. I asked what he wanted to do at some point, and he just looked at me with that look that said everything I needed to know, but also he was still hesitant.
So, I commented on how it’s a shame that I didn’t bring condoms with me but also how I’ve also been on birth control recently, sooo…. it’s really his choice what he wants to do.
“Oh fuck… you serious?”
I looked up at him while making sure I’m pressing up on his already hard dick through his sweatpants.
“Mhm~”
Think that was all it took for him to get right to work on taking all our clothes off. 5 minutes in and he stops suddenly, and I still cannot believe the desperate little whine I let out at that. He asks me to ride him instead and I do, but I get to the point where my thighs are barely functioning as I was basically cumming continuously. He had his hands on my ass and was lifting basically most my body weight up every time. I tried so hard to stay tight for him but I can’t keep my pace going like that already so out of breath and he offers us to switch back.
We went through all the goddamn positions. Missionary, doggy, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, I-don’t-know-the-names-of-the-other-ones-but-there-were-a-lot. He loved any with a view of my ass but kept on stopping every goddamn time he would have cummed. I couldn’t help how goddamn whimpery and whiny and desperate I got whenever he did that. Really couldn’t say much else in my state of mind at the time other than “nooo why’d you stopp..” or “please..” mixed with soft whimpers and pleads of his name. “i swear to god (his name) if you don’— ah!~” as he interrupts whatever bs I was rambling about by continuing.
My frustration at him pausing and switching positions so quickly gradually faded into me being on the verge of tears in a haze as I wondered how the fuck he still hasn’t cum yet.
When I got tired riding him he would flip me around and fuck me from the back, grabbing onto my hips or hair or waist while I clung to his bed frame and sheets for dear fucking life. When he paused again once I had shyly drawled out his name and nervously giggled a little, saying that I think I understand what they mean when my friends say that they “wanna get railed so hard I can’t walk the next day” and that I get why it’s called back-breaking now.
He awws and actually looked concerned for if I’m still okay or not. I reassure him that it’s all good, that I’ll be fine even if I’m sore and that it’s worth it anyways. He gives me a few kisses and goes right back to what he was doing. I think I was about to cry. In a good way. I think I had said something like “wait no— I— I can barely— I’ve cum so many times already—“ as I lied on my stomach, ass up, head buried in his bed with a pillow under my hips propping my ass up.
He picks this as the perfect time to tease me for and make good use of the praise kink I had admitted to having to him before.
“Aww. You’ll be okay. You’re doing such a good job.”
A pause.
“Good girl,” he says with a chuckle.
I could just. FEEL. my cheeks burning. I’ve thought about that so many times but the teasing tone he has makes me both want to just be the good girl he says and just take it but also makes me want to go crawl into a hole and die out of mortification. I opt to turn my thoughts off and. Just. Accept that I’m a little slut and try to enjoy it.
“anyways, weren’t you the one asking me to not stop?” —and kept on fucking hard into me. I still don’t understand what the fuck happened that day but this was at least half an hour in with him never taking more than a 10 second break between fucking me and it was so good. He held my waist in his hands, almost like he was trying to see how close he could get to having the tips of his fingers touch. The pressure was so good even though I was so sensitive already and I was trying and failing to not break out into little sobs.
I finally felt him pull out and cum all over my back and ass. Could not bring myself to move whatsoever but I loved every moment of it. Found out after he turned the lights back on to help clean me up that I squirted a little on his pillow.
“…was that you?”
“Uhh…that definitely hasn’t happened before—“
“—because it definitely wasn’t me.”
“…”
He just looks at me as if he just won the fucking lottery and is trying to hold back a smile.
“Hm.”
I bury my face in a (relatively) clean pillow. I think I lost the capability to be embarrassed about my… hm. Horny tendencies? In front of him after that.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/z9ih6v/cant_stop_thinking_about_how_he_18m_railed_me_19f
How are you going to repay him for making you squirt?
Fantastic story!