Straight Female / 21
My Best Friend-part 2
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As if on an instinct, I lied down on the bed and spread my legs. Michael climbed on top of me, hugged me tightly and positioned himself between my legs. I so enjoyed the feeling of his strong, heavy, naked body pressed up against me, his strong arms holding me close, I could feel his hammering heartbeats against my exposed chest. I felt like I was floating. My heart is beating so fast just from remembering this.
He slipped the tip inside my tight, wet c**t. My pussy muscles immediately tightened around it as sensations rushed through my body. I moaned and shuddered. He slowly pushed in, moaning heavily as he entered me, inch by inch. He was so big and hard, so much that it hurt... but it felt so fucking good at the same time. I cried as he broke my hymen, feeling sharp pain shoot up my gut. But in a few moments, sweet rush of pleasure was back, my pussy convulsing around his cock.
As soon as he entered me completely, I came, writhing in pleasure, my senses going wild. While I was still cumming, he started to thrust, pounding me hard. I tried to take my eyeglasses off, but he told me to keep them on, I don't know why. Every thrust would send a rush of pleasure up my body, mixed with sharp pain; that was the first time I had a dick inside of me, let alone that big. That combination of pleasure and pain was intoxicating, making my senses go wild. I groped his ass, pulling him in closer, deeper. He had a sweet sweet firm butt that felt so fucking good in my hands. He groped my tits, licked and sucked on my nipples, kissed my neck. He would say things like "You're beautiful", "I've wanted you for so long", "You're so wet, so tight". I couldn't believe it! I would say things like "Yes, fill my horny pussy with your jizz" and "Pound me harder, I've been a bad girl". It was so fucking hot.
We lasted for about ten minutes. Pleasure overwhelmed my senses and I cried out Michael's name as I squirted on his big, hard dick. He leaned over and kissed me hard on the lips, moaning into my mouth as he filled my c**t with his jizz; I felt his cock throb and pulse deep inside me. My pussy was glistening and dripping spunk by the time he was done with me, my neck covered with hickeys and my tits coated with spit. We looked at each other, naked, flushed and satisfied, and we couldn't help but laugh. He lied down next to me and hugged me tightly. I finally felt like a real woman. It was wonderful.
I still couldn't believe how quickly everything progressed... and how easy it is for men to get turned on. Let alone that my best friend lusted after me all along. I didn't think anyone did, let alone him. I don't know who is the one who said that a young man finds his first mistress in his best female friend, but I have a feeling that is true.
From that point on we fucked all the time, any chance we got. At my place, his place, in the back of his car. We did everything together: oral, anal, bondage, striptease, roleplaying... He tried using a condom a few times, but we ultimately decided against it. I wanted to fully feel his big, hard cock inside me, I wanted him to feel everything too, and I enjoyed having him fill me with his seed. I was worried that I would get pregnant, but I didn't. (I would occasionally steal mom's birth control, but I couldn't do it a lot without her noticing.) He would buy me stockings and lingerie. (His parents were investors, money wasn't the issue.) He would take nude pics of me, with a professional camera, in black and white. He once made me play a flute naked and then photographed me. I think that was a fantasy of his. We would watch porn and then reenact the scenes. We would make sex tapes and then watch them as we fucked. For our first month together, he bought me a beautiful platinum necklace. That was the first time I let him fuck me in the ass. He had talked about that a lot.
One night, when my parents were away, we went to a neighboring town. Nobody knew us there. We could act like a couple. Michael wore red shirt, jeans and black leather jacket. I wore short, tight, light green dress and black high heels he had picked out for me. He also made sure I didn't wear a bra, or panties. This time, I also made sure to put on red lipstick and black eyeliner, and paint my fingernails and toenails red too. I gave him a blowjob while he was driving us there, then washed my mouth with mouthwash he kept in the glove compartment (I wonder why LOL). We went to the movies and made out in the back row. Then we went to a local diner. We flirted and laughed like a couple on their honeymoon. At one point, I noticed some sleazy, fat guy at the bar checking me out. I don't know what came over me. We liocked eyes and I spread my legs, giving him a full view of my glistening wet pussy. Then I winked at him and licked my lips. His eyes almost popped out of his head and I could see he had a raging hard-on. He immediately went to the men's room.
Michael didn't seem to mind. He would kiss my neck and touch me under the dress, in full view of everyone. He got me so worked up we had to go fuck in the lades' room. Afterwards, we went to a cheap motel. We signed in as mr. and mrs. We fucked the whole night and recorded it all with a camera that he had previously bought at the near by mall. That morning, I wrote, in explicit detail, about what we did last night, on a notepad found in a motel, and left it on the desk for the staff to find.
We never made a formal declaration, or decision if you will, that we were now dating. I don't think we even talked about it. We were still good friends, doing the same things we had been doing before, the same way... only we also fucked. A lot. And nobody knew about it. They still don't.
I still have text messages and emails we exchanged. Not to mention naked pics and sex tapes :) Some of our exchanges are so obscene and vulgar they are borderline unprintable. My poor parents would freak out if they found out. They still think that we were, are, just friends; and that I'm still a virgin LOL.
It eventually ended when we went off to different colleges... though we still keep in touch via phone and email. (Neither of us is much into social media.) That was two years ago. I'm still in college, I still haven't dated anyone, let alone slept with anyone else. But I still think about my friend and what we did together, every day. Think long and hard and masturbate to that. I haven't shared this with anyone, until now. I'm dripping wet now... gotta go...
As if on an instinct, I lied down on the bed and spread my legs. Michael climbed on top of me, hugged me tightly and positioned himself between my legs. I so enjoyed the feeling of his strong, heavy, naked body pressed up against me, his strong arms holding me close, I could feel his hammering heartbeats against my exposed chest. I felt like I was floating. My heart is beating so fast just from remembering this.
He slipped the tip inside my tight, wet c**t. My pussy muscles immediately tightened around it as sensations rushed through my body. I moaned and shuddered. He slowly pushed in, moaning heavily as he entered me, inch by inch. He was so big and hard, so much that it hurt... but it felt so fucking good at the same time. I cried as he broke my hymen, feeling sharp pain shoot up my gut. But in a few moments, sweet rush of pleasure was back, my pussy convulsing around his cock.
As soon as he entered me completely, I came, writhing in pleasure, my senses going wild. While I was still cumming, he started to thrust, pounding me hard. I tried to take my eyeglasses off, but he told me to keep them on, I don't know why. Every thrust would send a rush of pleasure up my body, mixed with sharp pain; that was the first time I had a dick inside of me, let alone that big. That combination of pleasure and pain was intoxicating, making my senses go wild. I groped his ass, pulling him in closer, deeper. He had a sweet sweet firm butt that felt so fucking good in my hands. He groped my tits, licked and sucked on my nipples, kissed my neck. He would say things like "You're beautiful", "I've wanted you for so long", "You're so wet, so tight". I couldn't believe it! I would say things like "Yes, fill my horny pussy with your jizz" and "Pound me harder, I've been a bad girl". It was so fucking hot.
We lasted for about ten minutes. Pleasure overwhelmed my senses and I cried out Michael's name as I squirted on his big, hard dick. He leaned over and kissed me hard on the lips, moaning into my mouth as he filled my c**t with his jizz; I felt his cock throb and pulse deep inside me. My pussy was glistening and dripping spunk by the time he was done with me, my neck covered with hickeys and my tits coated with spit. We looked at each other, naked, flushed and satisfied, and we couldn't help but laugh. He lied down next to me and hugged me tightly. I finally felt like a real woman. It was wonderful.
I still couldn't believe how quickly everything progressed... and how easy it is for men to get turned on. Let alone that my best friend lusted after me all along. I didn't think anyone did, let alone him. I don't know who is the one who said that a young man finds his first mistress in his best female friend, but I have a feeling that is true.
From that point on we fucked all the time, any chance we got. At my place, his place, in the back of his car. We did everything together: oral, anal, bondage, striptease, roleplaying... He tried using a condom a few times, but we ultimately decided against it. I wanted to fully feel his big, hard cock inside me, I wanted him to feel everything too, and I enjoyed having him fill me with his seed. I was worried that I would get pregnant, but I didn't. (I would occasionally steal mom's birth control, but I couldn't do it a lot without her noticing.) He would buy me stockings and lingerie. (His parents were investors, money wasn't the issue.) He would take nude pics of me, with a professional camera, in black and white. He once made me play a flute naked and then photographed me. I think that was a fantasy of his. We would watch porn and then reenact the scenes. We would make sex tapes and then watch them as we fucked. For our first month together, he bought me a beautiful platinum necklace. That was the first time I let him fuck me in the ass. He had talked about that a lot.
One night, when my parents were away, we went to a neighboring town. Nobody knew us there. We could act like a couple. Michael wore red shirt, jeans and black leather jacket. I wore short, tight, light green dress and black high heels he had picked out for me. He also made sure I didn't wear a bra, or panties. This time, I also made sure to put on red lipstick and black eyeliner, and paint my fingernails and toenails red too. I gave him a blowjob while he was driving us there, then washed my mouth with mouthwash he kept in the glove compartment (I wonder why LOL). We went to the movies and made out in the back row. Then we went to a local diner. We flirted and laughed like a couple on their honeymoon. At one point, I noticed some sleazy, fat guy at the bar checking me out. I don't know what came over me. We liocked eyes and I spread my legs, giving him a full view of my glistening wet pussy. Then I winked at him and licked my lips. His eyes almost popped out of his head and I could see he had a raging hard-on. He immediately went to the men's room.
Michael didn't seem to mind. He would kiss my neck and touch me under the dress, in full view of everyone. He got me so worked up we had to go fuck in the lades' room. Afterwards, we went to a cheap motel. We signed in as mr. and mrs. We fucked the whole night and recorded it all with a camera that he had previously bought at the near by mall. That morning, I wrote, in explicit detail, about what we did last night, on a notepad found in a motel, and left it on the desk for the staff to find.
We never made a formal declaration, or decision if you will, that we were now dating. I don't think we even talked about it. We were still good friends, doing the same things we had been doing before, the same way... only we also fucked. A lot. And nobody knew about it. They still don't.
I still have text messages and emails we exchanged. Not to mention naked pics and sex tapes :) Some of our exchanges are so obscene and vulgar they are borderline unprintable. My poor parents would freak out if they found out. They still think that we were, are, just friends; and that I'm still a virgin LOL.
It eventually ended when we went off to different colleges... though we still keep in touch via phone and email. (Neither of us is much into social media.) That was two years ago. I'm still in college, I still haven't dated anyone, let alone slept with anyone else. But I still think about my friend and what we did together, every day. Think long and hard and masturbate to that. I haven't shared this with anyone, until now. I'm dripping wet now... gotta go...
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