So this was quite the experience for me. So much so that I’ve decided to record it for posterity. This may be a bit long for those who want to skip straight to the sex but I’ve always felt backstory is the difference between a story you can get invested in and scrawling “I fucked er real good” on the Reddit thread equivalent of a bathroom wall.
Leaning against the washing machine as I watched my girlfriend grab our lighter and begin to take a long hit from our bong, I let my eyes wander over her. She’s dressed for comfort after a long day and she looks great even when not trying. She’s 5 foot nothing with stunning blue eyes, blonde hair, an astounding D cup chest and an ass that may as well have a magnet on it for how drawn my hands are to it. I meanwhile am 6’5 , brown eyed and red haired so at least she finds me funny.
We’d been at this for about fifteen minutes already so I had plenty of time to study the laundry room while waiting for my turn. It’s not the most comfortable area to hang out but the laundry room tends to generate smells that cover the smell of weed fairly effectively. On one wall is a large polish flag covering a nearby mirror and on the other wall is a painting of the pope. Both of these were left by the people who lived here before us and I hung them up nearby because…. Why not I suppose. When it’s my turn I step forward and put my hand on her back, tracing my finger down her spine. I lean in and nip her ear slightly which causes her to let out a slight moan. I was originally just intending on teasing her a little but after that reaction I wrap an arm around her and start to kiss her neck.
“Okay. New plan” she says softly as she rubs my back.
“We each take two more. Then let’s go upstairs” she says, her beautiful eyes sparkling as she talks. I grin, lean in again and give her a light bite on the shoulder.
“Alright. Deal” I say, trying to play it cool despite grinning like an idiot. I look over her shoulder to see the terribly painted pope judging me. Don’t look at me like that. I didn’t paint you. I take my hits and wait for her to take hers, in my impaired state I can’t help but run my hand down her body from her shoulder to her ass as she bends over in front of me to take her turn. Finally we finish up and we exit the laundry room to see her dog laying in front of the door. He raises his head to stare at us.
“Hey buddy!” I say to the dog as my girlfriend steps around him to head up to the bedroom.
“So… We’re gonna go for a bit. Then we’ll be back. Cool?” I ask. He stares back up at me with a look I can’t quite place.
“Alright. Awesome. You stay here. Don’t follow us. You’re the best” I say, being sure to flash the dog the double guns before turning the corner to go up the stairs. My girlfriend however has made almost no progress despite my drawn out conversation with the dog. In her impaired state she seems to be moving about as fast as a glacier. I catch up to her in four steps and then out of playful frustration I lean forward and bite her on the ass. As gently as I could.
“Ahhhhh!” She yells and speeds up to a slight jog up the stairs. Finally making good progress
“Don’t bite me like that. It’s scary!” She scolds me. I burst out laughing and she joins in at the weirdness of the situation. We’re both off our asses at this point. We then speed up and finally get to the bedroom. I toss my pants off like I’m a stripper paid by the job instead of by the hour and sit on the edge of the bed while she removes her bottoms. Before she can remove her panties I grab her around the waist and start to kiss her neck and suck on her earlobe. Something about being under the influence just enhances the feeling, it’s like I can feel electricity in the air. Then I hear her sigh and she leans in and sucks on my neck, my neck is my kryptonite, a gear in my head switches. She is going to get fucked.
Her panties are stripped off before she can react. I later found them across the hall. I don’t even remember throwing them.
“On the bed. Now” I growl and she lays down, I crawl over top of her and pin her arms over her head as I begin to suck on her lovely tits. My hand grabs my dick, it’s average sized, population average, not average for this sub so it’s 6 inches instead of 8. In my impaired state I do a terrible job of positioning myself and end up trying to go in at an entirely wrong angle. If I was an aircraft pilot trying to make a landing I’d be dead. She stares at me like I’m a fucking idiot while I try to work on angles, finally succeeding I work myself into her in one smooth push.
“Holy fuck. You feel so amazing” I gasp. all I can feel is her warmth as I grind into her, I lean in and start to make out with her a bit as I enjoy the sensation of her. Even her tongue against mine is a sensory overload. She flexes and gives my cock a squeeze as I grab her hair and continue explore her mouth with mine.
I run my hands down her body and feel up her chest as I start to really set a tempo. I angle myself so that I can rub her clit as I grind as deeply into her as I can.
“Mmmm. Love it baby” she moans as I continue. I close my eyes for a moment as I’m overcome with sensation. When I open my eyes again and see her underneath me all I want to do is fuck her with every fiber of my being. I shift my position and raise her hips so I can go deeper into her, I then start pounding her pussy with every ounce of strength in my body.
“OH FUCK. Yeah! This is what I like!” She encourages me as she throws her head back. She’s always loved it when I show off my strength and this is no exception. The heightened sensations make this off the charts. I feel myself orgasm but oddly I don’t cum. I pause for a second while still inside her, noticing I’m not getting any softer I immediately go back to using every bit of my strength and start fucking her like I want to break her.
She encourages me and lifts her legs even higher. The visual and the new depth I can reach is far too much for me and I feel what seems like a second orgasm followed by a much too intense sensation, forcing me to roll off of her as she wraps her arms around me and begins to cuddles. Her eyes are glazed over and she’s grinning wide.
“We’re doing that every time. Whenever we fuck we should get high” she says excitedly.
“You mean whenever we’re high we should have sex right? Not whenever we have sex we should be high” I say hopefully. Trying to correct her.
She grins back dreamily. Clearly not registering what I’m saying.
“Yeah. That.” She smiles mischievously and starts looking for her clothes.
“So. Go find a horror movie. I’m going to look for snacks” she says, her face full of determination. This was of course very recent so I’m certainly looking forward to the future and what it may hold.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9nsvjt/mf_hot_and_high