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It was me This is a reply to another member's blog. So if it sounds familiar, it is on purpose. Just the other point of view. I wasn’t sure I would go through with it. I am a friend of the boyfriend’s and he wanted me to do this. At first I wanted to flat say, “no” but there I was sitting in a bar just down the street from their place. Maybe I should have denied the request. But now I’m just about at the point of no return. I remember a holiday party, just a few weeks ago at their place. The lights were dimmed, the social ambiance intimate but light hearted, and a lot of conversations were 1-2 people just talking softly, gathered in the corners and shadows of the house. That was when I found myself talking with Carrie, my friend’s girlfriend. I’ve always found her very attractive, but taken. I don’t recall what we first started talking about, but after an hour we were still there huddled in the kitchen. Sometimes the music would be a bit too loud and we’d have to scoot closer to talk. I could smell her perfume, the way it lingered in the few inches between us. Her body heat gave me Goosebumps up and down my body. She wore a simple brown dress, but the way it clung to her frame gave me a clear idea of how beautiful she would look without it. I don’t want to linger on the conversation…the he said, she said parts. All I want to remember is how she smiled at my jokes, touched my arm just so, the way her thigh rested against my own as we came closer every few minutes. I have to admit that my cock reacted to all of this. I could feel it growing, sliding down my leg, down the legs of my boxers. I both hoped she wouldn’t notice and also hoped she would. In fact sometimes she would laugh at a quip of mine and look down as she chuckled. Maybe she was looking right there, maybe she could see my bulge, the way my tip strained against my chinos. But maybe not. If only to be telepathic. As it was, I had a wonderful time with the couple. At the end of the evening we said our good-byes. Handshakes and courtesies were thrown around. I’ve never been much of a hug instigator, thinking it presumptive and awkward for people not into it. So to my surprise Carrie pushed my offered hand away and stepped in for a hug. How I let her aura consume me. I inhaled deeply, smelling her scent, her breath, her hair, her neck, her everything. She pushed her body against my own. I could feel her flat tummy against mine as she took a breath. I hoped she could and couldn’t feel my hard cock against her. So conflicted. Weeks passed and my friend said little about the party. I thanked him again, hoping the feelings towards his lady didn’t seep through my words. He mentioned how Carrie enjoyed my company. I returned the compliment; again hoping my words wouldn’t betray my dirty thoughts about her. “So what do you think of her,” he asked. I was stunned. Where was he going with this? Surely it was just a general question. Maybe he was contemplating an engagement or breaking up with her. I wasn’t sure either way. “She’s great. Very intelligent and fun to talk to.” “I mean, do you find her…sorry to be blunt, but do you find her attractive?” What could I say? “Yes,” and I sound like a creep. “No” and I sound like a snob and a jerk. I told the truth. “Yes, she’s very attractive. You have a real hot one.” He smiled. Then he asked the question that blew my mind. I figured it was some prank, some gag, or some joke. But he asked and I answered truthfully. “Would you like to fuck her?” Without hesitation I said, “Absolutely.” We discussed things. It was my ideas to blindfold her. I liked the idea of her never knowing. I imagined it would keep the heat between us simmering. It would alleviate any awkward interactions in the futures. Plus if I messed up, it would be no harm and no foul since she wouldn’t know whom it was. So there I was sipping bourbon and thinking about the hot woman I was to fuck. It was getting late. The thought of being a wuss did cross my mind. But how would I face my friend again? I figured that would strain my relationship with him more than anything, backing out at the last second. He told me about what he would on his end, taking things slow with her that evening. Warming her up, getting her into the mood, and then he’d text me when he was ready. I half hoped he wouldn’t text. Or would text that things were off, he changed him mind. Instead the familiar buzz of my phone and I knew it had to be him. Very simply stated, “We’re ready for you.” I texted back that I’d be there soon - five minutes tops. I cannot describe how much my heart surged in my chest or how my stomach fluttered. I felt both scared and immensely turned on. Yes, I walked to their place practically throbbing. I concentrate to keep it from getting worse, just a nice boner but not too strained. It would make climbing the stairs to their place difficult. I ring their doorbell with a shaking hand. I hear voices and footsteps. My friend tells me to enter. I do and am greeted by the sight of Carrie. She wore this sexy school-girl outfit, complete with thigh high socks and a tiny skirt where I could see the swell of her buttocks. She was blindfolded, so I felt safe to gawk and practically drool on myself. God, how I wanted to take her right then and there. My friend asks her to touch me. With a shaking hand, she complies. She touches my chest, feeling my muscles below my shirt. Quickly she brings her hand back. Is she nervous? Did she find me unattractive? I want to reassure her, but the agreement was to be silent. She falls into her man’s arms. I’m a bit heartbroken until he whispers to her and nods at me. He gestures to have me strip. I do, taking my time to watch them interact. To see her relax. I am naked, the only one like that in the room. I feel invigorated and nervous. The cold air shrinks my hard-on just a bit. My friend again gestures, this time to come closer. I pantomime touching here. He nods. My hands practically ache to touch her skin, the way it looks so smooth, so much of it exposed, so soft. The moment I touch her, first her shoulders and back, I feel electricity between us. I hear her gasp just a bit under my touch. I take my time, feeling each inch of her, like a sculptor with a marble statue. Even if this was as far as we got, I’d be happy just drinking in her body with my hands. Feeling her firm legs, her hips, her tummy… I drift always down until stopping on the sell of her bottom. In her brown dress, all those weeks ago, I wanted to sneak a touch but knew it would be wrong. It looked so delicious in that dress. Now I can have my way and I take it, growing bolder by the moment. My friend whispers something in her ear. She turns and starts to kneel in front of me. As she descends, I know what is coming. I’m yearning for it, aching for it, loving the moment. Carrie’s hands drifted down my body, much like what I did to her. She is enjoying my chest, my flat stomach. Her fingers exploring each inch of my muscles until she gets there. As she slides down, my cock slides against her face. It is both erotic and aggravating. I cannot wait until the next moment, yet the anticipation excites me that much more. I am practically throbbing with excitement. Her hands continue their exploration of me, to my own butt, to my thighs and finally my cock. A little bit of pre-cum has moistened my tip. I rub my bulbous tip against her lips. Almost out of instinct she parts her lips, ready to receive me. We are both giving into the moment. I so want to shove my cock in her, but I want this moment to last. I let her feel how hard I am as I explore her face with my cock. She smiles and licks her lips. She is enjoying this as much as I am. The teasing and back and forth play. My friend tells her to beg for my cock. She takes a breath, almost a gasp of exasperation, and then she begs for it. “I want you. God I want that cock so bad.” Her hands wrap around me, feeling my size and girth, feeling how hard I am, feeling how it stretches her fingers apart to feel me. I wonder how my size feels to her, if she wants to whip off her mask to see it and admire it. “Put your cock in my mouth. I so want to suck you off.” I comply. At first I wanted her to pleasure me, instead I slightly lose control and slip my cock into her awaiting mouth. Her lips stretch around my size. I take long, slow strokes as I fuck her mouth. Her tongue whips around my shaft with each thrust, sending long waves of pleasure up my shaft. Her hands guide me back in with each backstroke. She loves it and takes me deeper and deeper into her mouth. I admire how the candlelight glistens across my shaft, moistened by her saliva and greedy tongue. I know another droplet of pre-cum has come out of me. I wonder if she noticed or cared or loved it even. I want to whip off her blindfold and let her see how much I love this. Instead I just let her pleasure me, to feel how much I want her, how hard she is making me. I can almost take no more, and I came there to fuck this beautiful and sexy thing. I want her to feel my cock. This archaic mind takes over me, making me greedy and savage. I just want to feel her pussy on my cock and to have my way with her body. I am past all nervousness and just want Carrie, my friend’s woman. I pull her to her feet and turn her around. I press my body against hers. My heart is surging and all I need right now is to be wrapped inside of her, for our bodies to be as one, to have my way with her and make her mine. Bent over, she is ready for me. I see her pussy it thick with juices, slightly parted and moist, ready for me. I slide my cock between her legs, not yet entering her, but letting her feel how long I am, how much I’ll enter her. She moans and reaches back, trying to grasp me. She finds me and grasps my cock, my balls, my manhood. The way she touches me, I know she is measuring me, admiring my size and possibly wondering how I’ll feel. I know I was ready to feel her. I push her back down, getting her wonderful ass more in the air, more ready to receive me, ready to be dominated by me. I touch her inner thighs, ready to push aside her legs. But she beats me to it, opening her legs and inviting me. I want nothing more than to enter her. Yet I want this moment to last just a bit longer, this aching for her pussy. I know once I enter her I won’t want to stop until we are both exhausted and can’t take it anymore. So I lean down. I first smell her scent. Instinctively I lick my lips, ready to taste her. I plunge my face into her, letting my tongue open her up, exploring both her depths and her clit. She widens her stance more, letting me get better access. I take my time and pleasure her pussy like she pleasure my cock. One good turn deserves another, I figured. My hands rest on her smooth legs, feeling them shake as I start to bring her to climax. Her reaction drives me crazy. I wonder what it would be like to make her shake against my cock. The thought drives me to stand up. Her pussy is now open, practically begging to be fucked by my throbbing cock. I press my bulging head against her opening. She gasps but leans against me. She is ready and so am I. My friend is in front of her, holding her but also watching me. I look at him and he nods his approval. This is the point of no return. I pop my tip in, just that first inch or so. I can feel how wet she is, how warm she is, and how tight she is going to be. Every fiber of my body wanted to slam into her, but my friend warned me that she wasn’t used to large cocks. So I take my time. I push myself into her, inch-by-agonizingly slow-inch. At first I feel what my friend warned me about, her tightness and her unaccustomed pussy. But as three, four, five inches enter her…she starts to relax. I slide the next inch in and she gasps. Then another inch or two and she quivers. At this point she is dripping down my shaft and I know she is ready. I enter her fully and she moans and gasps and presses against me, giving into me….letting me know that she is mine to do what I want with. For a moment I let my size just sit inside of her. To let her feel how big I am, how hard she makes me, and how much I want to fuck her. The moment lasts until she starts to grind against me like she is begging for me to start the fucking. Again, every inch of me wants to pound her. But I start slow, taking my time sliding out, watching her fluids glisten against my whole shaft. Just as I’m about to pop out of her, I slide back in until my balls slap against her. Each stroke rips a breath from her lungs. After a few slow thrusts, she moans out in an almost breathless voice. “Please don’t stop. Oh, you feel so good. Don’t ever stop.” That was all the encouragement I needed. Her words made me lose my mind and lose my patience. She wanted me right there and right then, no more messing around. I quickened my pace, no more slow strokes. Instead I started fucking her in the true sense of the word. It was a “FUCK” and not slow loving making. I owned her pussy, making my cock reach into her like she’s never been touched before. I wanted her to think of me anytime another man’s cock was inside of her. I wanted her to remember this fuck later that night, tomorrow morning, for the rest of the week and longer. I wanted her to think about this fucking any time she touched herself. This pussy was mine and how exquisite it was. I watched my cock slam in and out of her. She got wetter, somehow she got wetter, and her fluids dripped down both our legs. Her walls trembled against my cock. First it was just a tiny quiver, then it grew to a shake, and then like a building earthquake it began to shudder and rumble. I’ve always been a sucker for that moment, the moment I feel a lover having an orgasm on my cock. It was almost impossible not to squirt at that moment. I concentrated on my thrusts, making them harder and more savage - to make her pussy seize into orgasm after orgasm. The sound of her moisture against my cock, the sound of me ramming her, the sound of her moans was a symphony of pleasure that filled the room. Finally it was broken by a chorus, “Come inside me, baby! I want to feel you inside me! Yes, yessss, yesssss!” I’ve never been good at holding back if a woman begs for me to cum. The gentleman that I am, no matter how savage-like I may be while fucking you, takes over and I need to release. I did. Oh God did I cum. All this built up tension, all day thinking about Carrie and how she would look naked, how beautiful she was once I took off her clothes, she was even better than my imagination, how much I wondered what her pussy would feel like, how much better it felt, how much I wanted my spunk and my seed to fill her with my scent. I unleashed a torrent of semen into her. Jet after jet of hot cum kept splashing into her. I thought I’d never stop cumming. I hadn’t cum like that since high school. Something about this woman’s pussy brought out the best in my cock. Or maybe it was the other way around. No matter, I started to come (cum?) down. Sweat glistened against both our bodies. My cock slowly started to lose its hardness. I could still feel the remnants of her earthquake-like orgasm, the after shocks of contractions. I wanted to thank her but instead I just admired the view. With Carrie’s juices still on me, I dressed. Her fluids would dry against my shaft, my balls, my crotch areas, and bits down my leg. I wondered what she thought of my seed in her, probably taking days to get out of her. At least I could shower, but would I want to savor her most intimate scent. I wanted more already. I was greedy for that pussy. I went home and was hard by the time I got in bed. I did jerk off to her, imagining the next time, if there were a next time. I hoped to enjoy her body longer, to feel her against me again, to have her know who I was. My friend invited me to another party at their place later in the month. I wondered how awkward it would be to talk to here. So many questions bounced around my head. Would she recognize my scent, my cologne, my shampoo, my aftershave? What clues would give me away? Would the way my eyes lingered on her body give her away? My touch? The way my body pressed against her if she hugged me? I made a mental note not to drink too much. I imagined I’d accidentally whisper into her ear, “It was me the other night.” Would she be embarrassed or would she smile? Would she drag me to an empty room? How I hoped there would be a next time. |
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31/1/2012 12h20 |
OMG!! That was so freakin hot. Was this a true story? I need that cock of yours. 
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That was a great story, nicely written and nicely detailed.
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