Jen could be back any minute [MF]…

**Preface:** Long time lurker, first time poster! Truthfully, this story is an amalgamation of two events that happened between me and my ex of several years, who was my first real love. I refer to her largely in the second person in this story. I’ve embellished a few points for dramatic effect, but this is by and large all true. All names have been changed.

Me: 26 yo, 6’0″, decent muscular build, brown hair

Her: 24 yo, 5’6″, blonde hair, 32B (perfect handfuls), and an ass to die for :) Also on the pill.

Would love any feedback, as it’s been cathartic for me to write this. Anyway, enough of all that, onto sexy time! :

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February in NYC. Having started your new job in high flying fashion, and having secured a new apartment for yourself with two interesting, fun new roommates, you’re looking forward to the next chapter! Your boxes are all finally packed in your old apartment; relieved, you let out an exhale and plop down on your bed. It’s been dark for a while now, and you’ve been busy packing all day. You had a little help, though.

I reappear from the bathroom, having just washed my hands. I of course came by to help you pack. Wearing a plain white tee and simple black jeans, you give me a once over as I stack the final boxes. Your current roommate Jen had been home for most of the day, so you held yourself back, but with her out for a late night dinner, you allowed yourself to take me in with a mischievous grin. 

I walk up to you, sensing the shift in energy now that the packing’s done. Now that we had the place to ourselves. I grab you by your supple waist, and bring you in for a close kiss. It explodes from there. Our tongues explore each other as I grab you everywhere I can. Firm ass and breasts, thighs, between your legs. I sit you down on the bed, and stand between your legs. Your elbows are propped up on the bed. I lean in for a kiss, but pull back just before you can make contact. All the while, I have one hand between your legs, under your panties, circling gently around your clit. I bring two fingers to the top of your lips, to the center, to the bottom, continuously applying slight pressure wherever and whenever I stop. I switch to gentle circular motions again, before slightly inserting my middle finger, as I switch from clockwise to counterclockwise motions in your tight pussy. This whole time I tease you, moving in for a kiss, and pulling back at the last moment. I’m noticing it’s getting easier and easier to finger you now; I can feel your wetness start to drench my fingers. As I pull away from another kiss, you begin to pout. Those cute little moans of yours. The ones that make me want to cum inside you to right then and there. But we’ve only begun.

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“Get on your knees, you can use your mouth for something else,” I say.

You hesitate for a split second; ‘This fool,’ you surely think, ‘Can’t he tell I need his dick in me now?! Jen could be back any minute!’

But, you can’t help but feel turned by the commanding tone of my voice. You drop down to you knees as I unbuckle my belt. You swallow, and look up at my hard dick, positioned right in front of your face. You grab it slowly, tentatively at first, and look up at me.

You kiss the tip.

You lick timidly from top to bottom.

My breaths are short in anticipation, feeling your wetness starting to coat my dick.

You finally take my whole shaft. What a sight to see. This petite blonde looking up with her blue eyes, her lips wrapped around me as she pumps up and down. 

You move a hand down to touch yourself, to feel your wetness as you service my your man. As you service his dick. The dick that will soon be pumping in and out of you in every which way you want. Ass up, gripping your sheets; on top, with your hands pulled behind you as you bounce up and down in reverse; on your back, as you look up to me while I prepare to cum all over your beautiful tits.

You feel your arousal growing. My dick keeps getting harder, you can hardly believe it yourself. Enough is enough; you need to be fucked immediately.

“Fuck me,” you say. Clear, direct, and I get the message. You get up, and lightly push me onto the bed. Our clothes are gone in an instant, as I marvel at a body I could never grow bored of.

Finally, the moment you’ve been waiting for. You position yourself above me, ass facing me, reverse cowgirl. You grab the length of my shaft, you can feel my dick pulsing with heat in your hand. Your pussy is quivering from the anticipation, dripping down. You gratefully guide me to your welcoming, wet lips. Your eyes close and you inhale sharply as you feel the initial contact. But then…

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Keys jingle.

Loud foot steps.

A door slams shut.

Jen is home.

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Fuck! Of all the possible times, literally as I’m about to impale your sensitive pussy lips. You hips nearly buckle as your heart races. Jen stumbles to her room; by the sound of her footsteps, it’s clear she’s done for the night.

You flash a look back to me as I wait, in equal anticipation, looking to you for the next move. You look at me seriously, my hot dick still in your hands, you still positioned right above me. You begin to stroke my dick again, fondle my balls. A quick, devious smile flashes across your face, only for you to say.

“We need to be quite, but I need this so bad. If you need to slow down, that’s fine, but don’t cum until I say so.”

I couldn’t have hoped for hotter words.

Effortlessly, you take my entire dick in one slide. You make a faint moan, conscious that you have to be quite.

‘FUCK, this is what I needed,’ you think, as you place both your hands on my knees. Then, slowly, agonizingly, you start to bounce.

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Up.

Stop.

Down.

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I feel your full wetness drench my dick. I squeeze your ass and begin to quicken your pace, but you look back to me. 

“Shhhh!”

You always said that when you wanted me to slow down. I always founded it to be your cutest expression.

Slowly again. You’re acting in spite of yourself. You want it hard and fast, but there’s a certain pleasure in this drawn-out approach. Instead, you focus on my length stretching you out, my tip hitting your cervix, the fullness you feel. The bliss.

It’s been quiet out, perhaps Jen’s asleep?

As you process this thought, suddenly you feel yourself pushed down to the mattress from behind. I grab your blonde hair, bend over to kiss you behind your ear, your neck, all while grabbing your ass as I fuck you from behind. My weight is on you; my body heat makes you slick and hornier by the moment.

For a good while I increase my pace, getting lost in these moments. You can feel my breath getting harder, my strokes getting quicker, more forceful. Your beautiful face stays partially obscured in the sheets, but I can see a smile spreading across your face, an expression of relief as you get the hard fuck you’ve craved all day. As you grip the sheets, still trying to stay quite, I say something that makes you snap back.

“Babe, I’m getting close…” 

“NO!”

You turn your heard around and reach a hand behind, caressing my balls while I take a moment, resting inside you. You look at me tenderly.

“Not yet, I still need it hard and fast…fuck but Jen will hear us.”

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No sooner are the words out of your mouth, I flip you around with the intent of a man on a mission. I pick you up by your back, much to your surprise, and place you on the floor, next to the bed. I position myself just above you, my pulsing dick an inch away from those welcoming lips. I take you in; sweaty, horny, begging for a fucking.

You’ve been holding back.

You’ve been waiting all day.

You deserve better.

I come in for a kiss, while simultaneously sliding myself deep inside your dripping pussy. You moan load, as I kiss you to cover up the noise.

I lose myself. I start fucking your feverishly.

My face is on your neck, as I fuck you from the top.

“So good, so fucking good! Yes, you know I’ve been waiting for this dick, right John?” You blurt out, in spite of yourself.

I increase the pace, feeling myself starting to sweat.

Funny how there’s no mention of Jen anymore. No mention of caution. Just pure desire.

The sights and smells of you under me, the sight of you taking my full length, grabbing my hair and whispering your most private needs to me, send me to the brink.

“Where do you want my load babe?”

You pause, but only for a second. 

“Inside of me…can you do that for me?,” you say, in that breathy, teasing way never failed to send me over the edge. “Yeah?”

You goad me on.

“Make this your pussy. Cum in me now. Cum! Cum!”

You tilt your head back, absorbing every deep thrust of my dick inside you. All you can think of is how hot your pussy will feel when it’s filled with my cum. You’re a bitch in heat now, receiving every piercing stroke with relish, desperately craving your man’s orgasm…

No silence now, as I unload loudly and quiver inside you. One rope of cum, followed by another, by another. I begin to make out with your furiously as I empty myself into your sweet, tight, dripping little pussy. Fully spent, with my dick still inside you, I collapse on you. We kiss once more.

“Of fuck, what about Jen!” you say after a long moment, having captured your thoughts.

We look at each other and share a laugh. How blissful those times were…

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bm80n7/jen_could_be_back_any_minute_mf