I’ve had a male best friend for about two years now. There’s never been anything between us other than platonic friendship, but he got out of a long-term relationship a few months ago, and he said he was feeling super stressed. He mentioned that masturbating wasn’t taking the edge off like it used to and he felt antsy.
So being the great friend I am, I said, “Hey, fuck my pussy.” He was unsure as he didn’t want to ruin our friendship, but I insisted we could engage in this together and it wouldn’t become a complex issue—a friends with benefits situation, if you will.
He agreed, and I went over to his house. That night, I saw him in a different light. I walked into his room, the lights dim except for a few warm lamps. He was waiting for me, shirtless, his cock hard and demanding attention in his boxers. When I approached him, he grabbed me and pulled me into his bed, holding me against his chest. He kissed me gently at first, then harder, his tongue diving deep into my mouth.
He pushed me onto his mattress and climbed over me. I was wearing a little slip dress, nothing beneath it for easy access, and he pushed it up over my hips. He leaned down and began to lick my pussy. I gasped, surprised at how friendly he was getting so quickly. He sucked on my labia and explored my clit with his tongue, devouring me as if I were a gourmet meal.
Just when I thought my face couldn’t get any redder, he pulled his cock out—massive and intimidating, the size of my forearm, thick and veiny. He stroked himself, and I thought, “Jesus, this guy is not going to fit.”
Leaning over me, his mouth next to my ear, the tip of his cock pressing at my entrance, he whispered, “Relax, I got you.” He pushed inside me, and I lost my mind. My toes curled, my back arched; I clung to him, begging for more. He slid deeper until he was fully buried inside, and then the thrusting began. I felt him push against my stomach as he fucked into me.
Tears streamed down my face as I panted and whimpered, his cock pushing me to a whole new level of ecstasy. I came on his cock simply from penetration—a rarity, I know. I covered my face, not wanting him to see my “o” face as I squirted all over him.
He pressed his face into the side of my neck, finally bottoming out and filling me with his hot cum. He leaned back, sighed, and said, “That was amazing, thank you,” sounding all boyish again.
How the fuck am I supposed to go on living knowing he has a cock that good!?!? Fuck friends, I’m ready to be his cumslut!
If you want to hear more about my wild adventures and maybe even share some of your own, don’t hesitate to reach out! Let’s talk!