A few years ago I reconnected with an old friend that I knew growing up. We went to church together from the time we were kids through high school and lost touch when we both moved out of state for college. We really weren’t super close friends before that anyway. So Facebook became a thing while we were in college and we ended up friends on that, but still weren’t really in touch. So I was surprised one day to get a message from him.
I was at a pool party at a friend’s house over that past weekend and one of the girls posted a photo of me in her album and tagged me. In the photo, I’m wearing a green push-up bikini top that boasts it adds 2 cup sizes to your bust. Seemed good to me, I loved the color and I love showing off my tits. My current bust size is a 36DD, and for some WEIRD reason, the top doesn’t come in DD? Can’t imagine why. So, I own a bikini top that is a size too small and adds 2 cup sizes to my DD tits. I was feeling myself at this party. So as I said, someone took a picture of me at this party, posted it on Facebook and tagged me. Given that I have relatives and other people who do not need to be seeing my tits on Facebook, I untagged myself almost immediately.
But not quick enough, it seems because, in the short time that the photo was on my profile, this dude had seen it, liked it, and sent me a message. It started off as general small talk. Where are you living now? What do you do? Basic stuff. But no one likes a photo like that and then messages immediately just to say hey. The conversation quickly turned into him saying how he really isn’t the pious church boy that I had known growing up. I flirted back that I, too, had changed, you know…ever so slightly…from the shy church-going girl that he had known. He was extremely happy to hear that! He was living in a different state than me and said that I should come visit him for a weekend sometime. I agreed, we exchanged phone numbers, and we made plans to get together.
Over the next few months as our planned visit grew closer we texted quite often. He was a big fan of lingerie and often asked for photos, and I was happy to oblige. I wouldn’t show him anything more though until we actually got together. I was having some sex before he and I started talking, but not the MOST or anything. I had broken up with someone semi-recently and was just really busy and kind of in a dry spell. Once we made plans, I made an appointment to get on birth control so I could fuck him without a condom. It was something I had meant to do for a while, but the prospect of fucking him worry-free and condom-free without any limitations was enough of a reason to actually get it done ASAP. So the weeks ticked on. I spent way too much money on lingerie. I took pictures at home, and pictures at work. I kept my phone on me 24/7 so I could be ready to obey a request for a photo at any moment.
Finally, it was time. Not wanting to seem too eager, I packed a tiny bag with only the essentials: makeup, some knock-out dresses to wear out, lingerie, and some teeny tiny shorts and a see-through t-shirt to wear during the day. I put on my most casual “fuck me” dress and drove upwards of 5 hours to get there.
The dress worked.
He showed me where in his bedroom to put my bag down and he gave me the little tour of his apartment. In the process of describing how ridiculously hot a room is he goes, “Speaking of ridiculously hot, you look very nice.” Fuck yeah, I looked nice! So we sit down on the couch to watch Netflix and he immediately puts his arm around me and after a little while he asked what I wanted to do next. I said, “I’m up for anything and everything!!” So he goes, “Well then I’m going to kiss you now if that’s okay”. So we started making out there on the couch and then quickly moved into his bedroom. It was a little weird at first to see him in person after so many years and to be making out with him, too. But once he threw me down on his bed, I got over that SUPER fast. The dress came off, and he admired my lingerie for a minute before slowly sliding my thong down my legs. The anticipation of months of build-up and being here in this moment was making me so wet I both appreciated his slow, deliberate moves but also wanted him to fucking fuck me already. He undressed and undid my bra. I didn’t even feel weird being naked in front of him, because I wanted him to see me. I was empowered, he was impressed. He was bigger than I thought he would be. Not the biggest I’ve had, but decent. He entered me slowly, him standing and me on the edge of the bed with me lying on the edge. He told me how tight I was. That’s entirely accurate and I was glad he noticed. Everyone always tells me how tight I am. Due to the months-long anticipation, and given how fucking hot I looked, and my tight wet pussy, he came rather quickly. This was the first time I let anyone cum inside me without a condom, so the feeling of his cum inside me turned me on even more than I was before. However I did not have a chance to cum, but I lied and said that I did to make him feel good about himself. This was only round one and we had the whole weekend ahead of us. I needed to keep his ego up.
So after that, we both hopped in the shower together. It was very awesome, very hot, and we ended up having sex in the shower. He bent me over and spread my legs as far as they could go given the small space, and he fucked me from behind. He held onto me tightly so I wouldn’t fall over and squeezed me with this hands super hard. That time I actually did cum. I felt fucking amazing. Shower sex isn’t always easy, but this was a flawless operation.
After our shower, we went back to the living room to watch Netflix on the couch. He never took his hands off me. At this point, I was simply wearing a towel. He’d touch my arm for a while, then run his hand up my leg. He let his hand rest on my chest and in no time, the knot in the towel was untied and I was lying on the couch naked making out with him. He fingered me for a while until I begged him to fuck me and we moved back into the bedroom and he obeyed. He fingered me some more, then ate me out. I came so hard from him licking my pussy and then he climbed on top and entered me. He told me yet again how impressed he was with how tight I felt. He lasted for a good amount of time and then asked my permission for him to cum on my tits. I granted permission, and he came allllllllllllll over me. I wiped up with the towel and we went to bed. And that was just day 1.
Saturday morning we woke up and immediately got down to business. It was the only full day we had, so there was a lot of fucking to be done. He went down on me for a while to get me good and wet and then slid into me and started fucking me realllll slow. It took me a while to cum because I was sleepy, and a little sore from getting fucked 3 times the day before. But, I couldn’t hold out for too long until I finally came from him on top moments before he filled my pussy up with his cum.
So after that, we showered separately and then got dressed and went out to lunch. Then we went driving around the city. After that, we went back to his place, watched more Netflix, and around 9 pm we got dressed and ready to go out. We picked up his friend and headed downtown. We hit a number of bars downtown, then we went to get food at this little diner at like 3 am, dropped off his friend, then we went back to his place. So we had both had a number of drinks at this point and it was after 4 am, so I think it was the liquor that prompted him to tell me that he had never tried anal before, and had I? And is that something I’d be cool with trying? Well, the answer was no I had not tried that, and sure let’s give it a shot! I was drunk and horny, who cares! I don’t know if everyone’s first experience getting their ass fucked is magical, but I wasn’t a super big fan of it. I was drunk enough and slutty enough to say yes and not tell him to stop, but it was not my favorite at this particular time. What I mean is that, physically, it wasn’t the most comfortable thing in the world. I WANTED him to fuck my ass! As soon as he mentioned it, I agreed without hesitation, but I’ve since learned it takes practice to enjoy it properly. He came in my ass, and THAT was fucking hot, and then he ate me out so I could cum. And fuuuuuck did I cum! It made me feel like such a dirty slut to be fucked in the ass that I wanted to cum SO badly.
Sunday morning well, afternoon, we woke up and he started to get dressed without fucking me. I was heading home that day, so that simply would not do. I told him there was no way I was going to leave town without getting fucked one last time and he was happy to obey. I took off the pants he had just put on and started sucking his cock. That was super fun, but I had to take my own orgasm into account so I stopped sucking him off and we ended up on the bed with me on top of him. He reaaaallly seemed to like that, but I wasn’t done with him just yet. I held him off for a while until I came, and then I let him cum.
After that, I cleaned up, packed up and drove home.
So that was the first legitimate Slutty Sex Weekend that I’d had. I visited him again a few months after that for more sex, too. It made me feel like such a slut to be fucking this dude so much that I honestly didn’t know THAT well. Sure, we grew up together but we never hung out as kids and now having been fucked 6 times in 3 days by him…well, I couldn’t help but laugh at the thought of what the other church kids would think of our weekend. Part of me wants everyone to know. Like, I’m not going to call them up and tell them, but it would be funny if they found out somehow.
A few years ago I reconnected with an old friend that I knew growing up. We went to church together from the time we were kids through high school and lost touch when we both moved out of state for college. We really weren’t super close friends before that anyway. So Facebook became a thing while we were in college and we ended up friends on that, but still weren’t really in touch. So I was surprised one day to get a message from him.
I was at a pool party at a friend’s house over that past weekend and one of the girls posted a photo of me in her album and tagged me. In the photo, I’m wearing a green push-up bikini top that boasts it adds 2 cup sizes to your bust. Seemed good to me, I loved the color and I love showing off my tits. My current bust size is a 36DD, and for some WEIRD reason, the top doesn’t come in DD? Can’t imagine why. So, I own a bikini top that is a size too small and adds 2 cup sizes to my DD tits. I was feeling myself at this party. So as I said, someone took a picture of me at this party, posted it on Facebook and tagged me. Given that I have relatives and other people who do not need to be seeing my tits on Facebook, I untagged myself almost immediately.
But not quick enough, it seems because, in the short time that the photo was on my profile, this dude had seen it, liked it, and sent me a message. It started off as general small talk. Where are you living now? What do you do? Basic stuff. But no one likes a photo like that and then messages immediately just to say hey. The conversation quickly turned into him saying how he really isn’t the pious church boy that I had known growing up. I flirted back that I, too, had changed, you know…ever so slightly…from the shy church-going girl that he had known. He was extremely happy to hear that! He was living in a different state than me and said that I should come visit him for a weekend sometime. I agreed, we exchanged phone numbers, and we made plans to get together.
Over the next few months as our planned visit grew closer we texted quite often. He was a big fan of lingerie and often asked for photos, and I was happy to oblige. I wouldn’t show him anything more though until we actually got together. I was having some sex before he and I started talking, but not the MOST or anything. I had broken up with someone semi-recently and was just really busy and kind of in a dry spell. Once we made plans, I made an appointment to get on birth control so I could fuck him without a condom. It was something I had meant to do for a while, but the prospect of fucking him worry-free and condom-free without any limitations was enough of a reason to actually get it done ASAP. So the weeks ticked on. I spent way too much money on lingerie. I took pictures at home, and pictures at work. I kept my phone on me 24/7 so I could be ready to obey a request for a photo at any moment.
Finally, it was time. Not wanting to seem too eager, I packed a tiny bag with only the essentials: makeup, some knock-out dresses to wear out, lingerie, and some teeny tiny shorts and a see-through t-shirt to wear during the day. I put on my most casual “fuck me” dress and drove upwards of 5 hours to get there.
The dress worked.
He showed me where in his bedroom to put my bag down and he gave me the little tour of his apartment. In the process of describing how ridiculously hot a room is he goes, “Speaking of ridiculously hot, you look very nice.” Fuck yeah, I looked nice! So we sit down on the couch to watch Netflix and he immediately puts his arm around me and after a little while he asked what I wanted to do next. I said, “I’m up for anything and everything!!” So he goes, “Well then I’m going to kiss you now if that’s okay”. So we started making out there on the couch and then quickly moved into his bedroom. It was a little weird at first to see him in person after so many years and to be making out with him, too. But once he threw me down on his bed, I got over that SUPER fast. The dress came off, and he admired my lingerie for a minute before slowly sliding my thong down my legs. The anticipation of months of build-up and being here in this moment was making me so wet I both appreciated his slow, deliberate moves but also wanted him to fucking fuck me already. He undressed and undid my bra. I didn’t even feel weird being naked in front of him, because I wanted him to see me. I was empowered, he was impressed. He was bigger than I thought he would be. Not the biggest I’ve had, but decent. He entered me slowly, him standing and me on the edge of the bed with me lying on the edge. He told me how tight I was. That’s entirely accurate and I was glad he noticed. Everyone always tells me how tight I am. Due to the months-long anticipation, and given how fucking hot I looked, and my tight wet pussy, he came rather quickly. This was the first time I let anyone cum inside me without a condom, so the feeling of his cum inside me turned me on even more than I was before. However I did not have a chance to cum, but I lied and said that I did to make him feel good about himself. This was only round one and we had the whole weekend ahead of us. I needed to keep his ego up.
So after that, we both hopped in the shower together. It was very awesome, very hot, and we ended up having sex in the shower. He bent me over and spread my legs as far as they could go given the small space, and he fucked me from behind. He held onto me tightly so I wouldn’t fall over and squeezed me with this hands super hard. That time I actually did cum. I felt fucking amazing. Shower sex isn’t always easy, but this was a flawless operation.
After our shower, we went back to the living room to watch Netflix on the couch. He never took his hands off me. At this point, I was simply wearing a towel. He’d touch my arm for a while, then run his hand up my leg. He let his hand rest on my chest and in no time, the knot in the towel was untied and I was lying on the couch naked making out with him. He fingered me for a while until I begged him to fuck me and we moved back into the bedroom and he obeyed. He fingered me some more, then ate me out. I came so hard from him licking my pussy and then he climbed on top and entered me. He told me yet again how impressed he was with how tight I felt. He lasted for a good amount of time and then asked my permission for him to cum on my tits. I granted permission, and he came allllllllllllll over me. I wiped up with the towel and we went to bed. And that was just day 1.
Saturday morning we woke up and immediately got down to business. It was the only full day we had, so there was a lot of fucking to be done. He went down on me for a while to get me good and wet and then slid into me and started fucking me realllll slow. It took me a while to cum because I was sleepy, and a little sore from getting fucked 3 times the day before. But, I couldn’t hold out for too long until I finally came from him on top moments before he filled my pussy up with his cum.
So after that, we showered separately and then got dressed and went out to lunch. Then we went driving around the city. After that, we went back to his place, watched more Netflix, and around 9 pm we got dressed and ready to go out. We picked up his friend and headed downtown. We hit a number of bars downtown, then we went to get food at this little diner at like 3 am, dropped off his friend, then we went back to his place. So we had both had a number of drinks at this point and it was after 4 am, so I think it was the liquor that prompted him to tell me that he had never tried anal before, and had I? And is that something I’d be cool with trying? Well, the answer was no I had not tried that, and sure let’s give it a shot! I was drunk and horny, who cares! I don’t know if everyone’s first experience getting their ass fucked is magical, but I wasn’t a super big fan of it. I was drunk enough and slutty enough to say yes and not tell him to stop, but it was not my favorite at this particular time. What I mean is that, physically, it wasn’t the most comfortable thing in the world. I WANTED him to fuck my ass! As soon as he mentioned it, I agreed without hesitation, but I’ve since learned it takes practice to enjoy it properly. He came in my ass, and THAT was fucking hot, and then he ate me out so I could cum. And fuuuuuck did I cum! It made me feel like such a dirty slut to be fucked in the ass that I wanted to cum SO badly.
Sunday morning well, afternoon, we woke up and he started to get dressed without fucking me. I was heading home that day, so that simply would not do. I told him there was no way I was going to leave town without getting fucked one last time and he was happy to obey. I took off the pants he had just put on and started sucking his cock. That was super fun, but I had to take my own orgasm into account so I stopped sucking him off and we ended up on the bed with me on top of him. He reaaaallly seemed to like that, but I wasn’t done with him just yet. I held him off for a while until I came, and then I let him cum.
After that, I cleaned up, packed up and drove home.
So that was the first legitimate Slutty Sex Weekend that I’d had. I visited him again a few months after that for more sex, too. It made me feel like such a slut to be fucking this dude so much that I honestly didn’t know THAT well. Sure, we grew up together but we never hung out as kids and now having been fucked 6 times in 3 days by him…well, I couldn’t help but laugh at the thought of what the other church kids would think of our weekend. Part of me wants everyone to know. Like, I’m not going to call them up and tell them, but it would be funny if they found out somehow.
A few years ago I reconnected with an old friend that I knew growing up. We went to church together from the time we were kids through high school and lost touch when we both moved out of state for college. We really weren’t super close friends before that anyway. So Facebook became a thing while we were in college and we ended up friends on that, but still weren’t really in touch. So I was surprised one day to get a message from him.
I was at a pool party at a friend’s house over that past weekend and one of the girls posted a photo of me in her album and tagged me. In the photo, I’m wearing a green push-up bikini top that boasts it adds 2 cup sizes to your bust. Seemed good to me, I loved the color and I love showing off my tits. My current bust size is a 36DD, and for some WEIRD reason, the top doesn’t come in DD? Can’t imagine why. So, I own a bikini top that is a size too small and adds 2 cup sizes to my DD tits. I was feeling myself at this party. So as I said, someone took a picture of me at this party, posted it on Facebook and tagged me. Given that I have relatives and other people who do not need to be seeing my tits on Facebook, I untagged myself almost immediately.
But not quick enough, it seems because, in the short time that the photo was on my profile, this dude had seen it, liked it, and sent me a message. It started off as general small talk. Where are you living now? What do you do? Basic stuff. But no one likes a photo like that and then messages immediately just to say hey. The conversation quickly turned into him saying how he really isn’t the pious church boy that I had known growing up. I flirted back that I, too, had changed, you know…ever so slightly…from the shy church-going girl that he had known. He was extremely happy to hear that! He was living in a different state than me and said that I should come visit him for a weekend sometime. I agreed, we exchanged phone numbers, and we made plans to get together.
Over the next few months as our planned visit grew closer we texted quite often. He was a big fan of lingerie and often asked for photos, and I was happy to oblige. I wouldn’t show him anything more though until we actually got together. I was having some sex before he and I started talking, but not the MOST or anything. I had broken up with someone semi-recently and was just really busy and kind of in a dry spell. Once we made plans, I made an appointment to get on birth control so I could fuck him without a condom. It was something I had meant to do for a while, but the prospect of fucking him worry-free and condom-free without any limitations was enough of a reason to actually get it done ASAP. So the weeks ticked on. I spent way too much money on lingerie. I took pictures at home, and pictures at work. I kept my phone on me 24/7 so I could be ready to obey a request for a photo at any moment.
Finally, it was time. Not wanting to seem too eager, I packed a tiny bag with only the essentials: makeup, some knock-out dresses to wear out, lingerie, and some teeny tiny shorts and a see-through t-shirt to wear during the day. I put on my most casual “fuck me” dress and drove upwards of 5 hours to get there.
The dress worked.
He showed me where in his bedroom to put my bag down and he gave me the little tour of his apartment. In the process of describing how ridiculously hot a room is he goes, “Speaking of ridiculously hot, you look very nice.” Fuck yeah, I looked nice! So we sit down on the couch to watch Netflix and he immediately puts his arm around me and after a little while he asked what I wanted to do next. I said, “I’m up for anything and everything!!” So he goes, “Well then I’m going to kiss you now if that’s okay”. So we started making out there on the couch and then quickly moved into his bedroom. It was a little weird at first to see him in person after so many years and to be making out with him, too. But once he threw me down on his bed, I got over that SUPER fast. The dress came off, and he admired my lingerie for a minute before slowly sliding my thong down my legs. The anticipation of months of build-up and being here in this moment was making me so wet I both appreciated his slow, deliberate moves but also wanted him to fucking fuck me already. He undressed and undid my bra. I didn’t even feel weird being naked in front of him, because I wanted him to see me. I was empowered, he was impressed. He was bigger than I thought he would be. Not the biggest I’ve had, but decent. He entered me slowly, him standing and me on the edge of the bed with me lying on the edge. He told me how tight I was. That’s entirely accurate and I was glad he noticed. Everyone always tells me how tight I am. Due to the months-long anticipation, and given how fucking hot I looked, and my tight wet pussy, he came rather quickly. This was the first time I let anyone cum inside me without a condom, so the feeling of his cum inside me turned me on even more than I was before. However I did not have a chance to cum, but I lied and said that I did to make him feel good about himself. This was only round one and we had the whole weekend ahead of us. I needed to keep his ego up.
So after that, we both hopped in the shower together. It was very awesome, very hot, and we ended up having sex in the shower. He bent me over and spread my legs as far as they could go given the small space, and he fucked me from behind. He held onto me tightly so I wouldn’t fall over and squeezed me with this hands super hard. That time I actually did cum. I felt fucking amazing. Shower sex isn’t always easy, but this was a flawless operation.
After our shower, we went back to the living room to watch Netflix on the couch. He never took his hands off me. At this point, I was simply wearing a towel. He’d touch my arm for a while, then run his hand up my leg. He let his hand rest on my chest and in no time, the knot in the towel was untied and I was lying on the couch naked making out with him. He fingered me for a while until I begged him to fuck me and we moved back into the bedroom and he obeyed. He fingered me some more, then ate me out. I came so hard from him licking my pussy and then he climbed on top and entered me. He told me yet again how impressed he was with how tight I felt. He lasted for a good amount of time and then asked my permission for him to cum on my tits. I granted permission, and he came allllllllllllll over me. I wiped up with the towel and we went to bed. And that was just day 1.
Saturday morning we woke up and immediately got down to business. It was the only full day we had, so there was a lot of fucking to be done. He went down on me for a while to get me good and wet and then slid into me and started fucking me realllll slow. It took me a while to cum because I was sleepy, and a little sore from getting fucked 3 times the day before. But, I couldn’t hold out for too long until I finally came from him on top moments before he filled my pussy up with his cum.
So after that, we showered separately and then got dressed and went out to lunch. Then we went driving around the city. After that, we went back to his place, watched more Netflix, and around 9 pm we got dressed and ready to go out. We picked up his friend and headed downtown. We hit a number of bars downtown, then we went to get food at this little diner at like 3 am, dropped off his friend, then we went back to his place. So we had both had a number of drinks at this point and it was after 4 am, so I think it was the liquor that prompted him to tell me that he had never tried anal before, and had I? And is that something I’d be cool with trying? Well, the answer was no I had not tried that, and sure let’s give it a shot! I was drunk and horny, who cares! I don’t know if everyone’s first experience getting their ass fucked is magical, but I wasn’t a super big fan of it. I was drunk enough and slutty enough to say yes and not tell him to stop, but it was not my favorite at this particular time. What I mean is that, physically, it wasn’t the most comfortable thing in the world. I WANTED him to fuck my ass! As soon as he mentioned it, I agreed without hesitation, but I’ve since learned it takes practice to enjoy it properly. He came in my ass, and THAT was fucking hot, and then he ate me out so I could cum. And fuuuuuck did I cum! It made me feel like such a dirty slut to be fucked in the ass that I wanted to cum SO badly.
Sunday morning well, afternoon, we woke up and he started to get dressed without fucking me. I was heading home that day, so that simply would not do. I told him there was no way I was going to leave town without getting fucked one last time and he was happy to obey. I took off the pants he had just put on and started sucking his cock. That was super fun, but I had to take my own orgasm into account so I stopped sucking him off and we ended up on the bed with me on top of him. He reaaaallly seemed to like that, but I wasn’t done with him just yet. I held him off for a while until I came, and then I let him cum.
After that, I cleaned up, packed up and drove home.
So that was the first legitimate Slutty Sex Weekend that I’d had. I visited him again a few months after that for more sex, too. It made me feel like such a slut to be fucking this dude so much that I honestly didn’t know THAT well. Sure, we grew up together but we never hung out as kids and now having been fucked 6 times in 3 days by him…well, I couldn’t help but laugh at the thought of what the other church kids would think of our weekend. Part of me wants everyone to know. Like, I’m not going to call them up and tell them, but it would be funny if they found out somehow.
A few years ago I reconnected with an old friend that I knew growing up. We went to church together from the time we were kids through high school and lost touch when we both moved out of state for college. We really weren’t super close friends before that anyway. So Facebook became a thing while we were in college and we ended up friends on that, but still weren’t really in touch. So I was surprised one day to get a message from him.
I was at a pool party at a friend’s house over that past weekend and one of the girls posted a photo of me in her album and tagged me. In the photo, I’m wearing a green push-up bikini top that boasts it adds 2 cup sizes to your bust. Seemed good to me, I loved the color and I love showing off my tits. My current bust size is a 36DD, and for some WEIRD reason, the top doesn’t come in DD? Can’t imagine why. So, I own a bikini top that is a size too small and adds 2 cup sizes to my DD tits. I was feeling myself at this party. So as I said, someone took a picture of me at this party, posted it on Facebook and tagged me. Given that I have relatives and other people who do not need to be seeing my tits on Facebook, I untagged myself almost immediately.
But not quick enough, it seems because, in the short time that the photo was on my profile, this dude had seen it, liked it, and sent me a message. It started off as general small talk. Where are you living now? What do you do? Basic stuff. But no one likes a photo like that and then messages immediately just to say hey. The conversation quickly turned into him saying how he really isn’t the pious church boy that I had known growing up. I flirted back that I, too, had changed, you know…ever so slightly…from the shy church-going girl that he had known. He was extremely happy to hear that! He was living in a different state than me and said that I should come visit him for a weekend sometime. I agreed, we exchanged phone numbers, and we made plans to get together.
Over the next few months as our planned visit grew closer we texted quite often. He was a big fan of lingerie and often asked for photos, and I was happy to oblige. I wouldn’t show him anything more though until we actually got together. I was having some sex before he and I started talking, but not the MOST or anything. I had broken up with someone semi-recently and was just really busy and kind of in a dry spell. Once we made plans, I made an appointment to get on birth control so I could fuck him without a condom. It was something I had meant to do for a while, but the prospect of fucking him worry-free and condom-free without any limitations was enough of a reason to actually get it done ASAP. So the weeks ticked on. I spent way too much money on lingerie. I took pictures at home, and pictures at work. I kept my phone on me 24/7 so I could be ready to obey a request for a photo at any moment.
Finally, it was time. Not wanting to seem too eager, I packed a tiny bag with only the essentials: makeup, some knock-out dresses to wear out, lingerie, and some teeny tiny shorts and a see-through t-shirt to wear during the day. I put on my most casual “fuck me” dress and drove upwards of 5 hours to get there.
The dress worked.
He showed me where in his bedroom to put my bag down and he gave me the little tour of his apartment. In the process of describing how ridiculously hot a room is he goes, “Speaking of ridiculously hot, you look very nice.” Fuck yeah, I looked nice! So we sit down on the couch to watch Netflix and he immediately puts his arm around me and after a little while he asked what I wanted to do next. I said, “I’m up for anything and everything!!” So he goes, “Well then I’m going to kiss you now if that’s okay”. So we started making out there on the couch and then quickly moved into his bedroom. It was a little weird at first to see him in person after so many years and to be making out with him, too. But once he threw me down on his bed, I got over that SUPER fast. The dress came off, and he admired my lingerie for a minute before slowly sliding my thong down my legs. The anticipation of months of build-up and being here in this moment was making me so wet I both appreciated his slow, deliberate moves but also wanted him to fucking fuck me already. He undressed and undid my bra. I didn’t even feel weird being naked in front of him, because I wanted him to see me. I was empowered, he was impressed. He was bigger than I thought he would be. Not the biggest I’ve had, but decent. He entered me slowly, him standing and me on the edge of the bed with me lying on the edge. He told me how tight I was. That’s entirely accurate and I was glad he noticed. Everyone always tells me how tight I am. Due to the months-long anticipation, and given how fucking hot I looked, and my tight wet pussy, he came rather quickly. This was the first time I let anyone cum inside me without a condom, so the feeling of his cum inside me turned me on even more than I was before. However I did not have a chance to cum, but I lied and said that I did to make him feel good about himself. This was only round one and we had the whole weekend ahead of us. I needed to keep his ego up.
So after that, we both hopped in the shower together. It was very awesome, very hot, and we ended up having sex in the shower. He bent me over and spread my legs as far as they could go given the small space, and he fucked me from behind. He held onto me tightly so I wouldn’t fall over and squeezed me with this hands super hard. That time I actually did cum. I felt fucking amazing. Shower sex isn’t always easy, but this was a flawless operation.
After our shower, we went back to the living room to watch Netflix on the couch. He never took his hands off me. At this point, I was simply wearing a towel. He’d touch my arm for a while, then run his hand up my leg. He let his hand rest on my chest and in no time, the knot in the towel was untied and I was lying on the couch naked making out with him. He fingered me for a while until I begged him to fuck me and we moved back into the bedroom and he obeyed. He fingered me some more, then ate me out. I came so hard from him licking my pussy and then he climbed on top and entered me. He told me yet again how impressed he was with how tight I felt. He lasted for a good amount of time and then asked my permission for him to cum on my tits. I granted permission, and he came allllllllllllll over me. I wiped up with the towel and we went to bed. And that was just day 1.
Saturday morning we woke up and immediately got down to business. It was the only full day we had, so there was a lot of fucking to be done. He went down on me for a while to get me good and wet and then slid into me and started fucking me realllll slow. It took me a while to cum because I was sleepy, and a little sore from getting fucked 3 times the day before. But, I couldn’t hold out for too long until I finally came from him on top moments before he filled my pussy up with his cum.
So after that, we showered separately and then got dressed and went out to lunch. Then we went driving around the city. After that, we went back to his place, watched more Netflix, and around 9 pm we got dressed and ready to go out. We picked up his friend and headed downtown. We hit a number of bars downtown, then we went to get food at this little diner at like 3 am, dropped off his friend, then we went back to his place. So we had both had a number of drinks at this point and it was after 4 am, so I think it was the liquor that prompted him to tell me that he had never tried anal before, and had I? And is that something I’d be cool with trying? Well, the answer was no I had not tried that, and sure let’s give it a shot! I was drunk and horny, who cares! I don’t know if everyone’s first experience getting their ass fucked is magical, but I wasn’t a super big fan of it. I was drunk enough and slutty enough to say yes and not tell him to stop, but it was not my favorite at this particular time. What I mean is that, physically, it wasn’t the most comfortable thing in the world. I WANTED him to fuck my ass! As soon as he mentioned it, I agreed without hesitation, but I’ve since learned it takes practice to enjoy it properly. He came in my ass, and THAT was fucking hot, and then he ate me out so I could cum. And fuuuuuck did I cum! It made me feel like such a dirty slut to be fucked in the ass that I wanted to cum SO badly.
Sunday morning well, afternoon, we woke up and he started to get dressed without fucking me. I was heading home that day, so that simply would not do. I told him there was no way I was going to leave town without getting fucked one last time and he was happy to obey. I took off the pants he had just put on and started sucking his cock. That was super fun, but I had to take my own orgasm into account so I stopped sucking him off and we ended up on the bed with me on top of him. He reaaaallly seemed to like that, but I wasn’t done with him just yet. I held him off for a while until I came, and then I let him cum.
After that, I cleaned up, packed up and drove home.
So that was the first legitimate Slutty Sex Weekend that I’d had. I visited him again a few months after that for more sex, too. It made me feel like such a slut to be fucking this dude so much that I honestly didn’t know THAT well. Sure, we grew up together but we never hung out as kids and now having been fucked 6 times in 3 days by him…well, I couldn’t help but laugh at the thought of what the other church kids would think of our weekend. Part of me wants everyone to know. Like, I’m not going to call them up and tell them, but it would be funny if they found out somehow.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8ey1pa/fm_doesnt_everyone_have_sex_weekends_with_old
Nice! Did you tell him he was the first to leave his cum inside you?
Damn, sounds like a great weekend!!
Kids will be kids…….lol
God bless you, your tits and your slutty-ness.
Great story, plus you’re fucking hot!!