I Finally got to fuck him. [F/M] | 2016

It had been three years since we met. I went to the bar by myself after just moving home from college with the determination to meet new people. I befriended the bartender instantly, and he started to introduce me to many of the regulars. These people would become some of my very good friends. One in particular stood out. Tom was tall, playful yet extremely masculine at first glance. Though a little overweight, his clothes hugged his body perfectly. His eyes, though, showed just how gentle he was. Any girl would swoon for this man, and I was one of them.

We chatted a bit that night, amongst his group of friends. They were all amazing people. But there was always something about Tom. A little flutter that lasted since that moment we met.

Over the next few years we'd see one another out at bars or house parties, or sometimes even bump into one another at the store or gas station. The time treated him well, and he started losing more weight and getting in shape from his construction job. Especially in the summer, the sun beat on his skin all day, giving him a tan that really emphasized his new muscles. I was more attracted than ever. But never worked up the courage to make a move. He was just a friend, hell even just an acquaintance. Nothing screamed chemistry up to this point, and I wasn't about to try and force it. No matter how badly I wanted him.

Friday night. My roommate and his friend, along with myself, went out to the bars. Me being newly sober, I had smoked quite a few bowls of weed to at least loosen my inhibitions a little bit. Being stone sober with two of my completely wasted friends didn't seem like it would be that great of a time. We went to our favorite club, where I work sometimes during the week as a bartender, so they could drink cheap and we could dance the night away.

After a couple hours of drinks, shots and dice games, the boys were finally ready to join me on the dance floor. We hadn't had a night out together in months. And we were enjoying every single second of it. I was grinding up on my roommate, playfully. He and I have no interest in one another. Suddenly, from out of nowhere, I felt someone come up and grind on me. I was ready to turn around and slap the perv, but there he was. Tom. We both stopped and gazed at each other for a moment, me looking up at him, he being about a foot taller than me. A smirk stretch across his lips as he put his hands on my waist. Without second though he and I started dancing, our eyes never breaking contact as his hands ran all over my body. His touch turning me on like I never could have imagined. I bit my lower lip and turned away from him, my ass moving perfectly against his crotch, I could feel his cock start to get hard as I rested my body up against his, his arms hugging around me as he started to nuzzle my neck. We continued to dance until bar close.

I invited him over to smoke a little weed and hang out, to which he gladly accepted. I walked us to my car and drove us back to my house. My roommate was already home and passed out in the living room, so we opted to go straight for my bedroom. We both laid in my bed, the TV being the only light in the room as I packed us a bowl. We sat, talked, smoked and giggled to Bob's Burgers for a good couple hours. Once we were done smoking, I stood to put my pipe back on my dresser and when I turned around he was standing right in front of me, that smirk still on his face. Without hesitation he came in for a kiss, which I melted from instantly. His lips were so soft, yet demanding. Our tongues twisted around each other as he turned me and softly pushed me back down onto my bed, his body on top of mine.

I started tugging at the bottom of his shirt. I wanted it off of him. I wanted to see that sculpted body of his. He knelt up to take it off. He was so tan and toned. His chest hair was perfect. As he knelt before me, I smiled and lifted my hips. He got the hint instantly and pulled off my pants and panties, leaving my pussy fully exposed to him. He unbuttoned his pants and slid out of them as well. But I didn't look. I was focused on his eyes the whole time. He pushed my knees apart and I felt the tip of his dick up against my clit. I reached for it, and felt my eyes grow. He was huge, probably the biggest I've ever had. I suddenly felt nervous but also extremely excited. I rubbed his cock up and down my now drenched pussy.

He laid back on top of me, any pushed my arms up over my head as he slowly slid in, teasing me. I never felt more stuffed in my life, and let out a soft cry and I squirmed under him. He noticed the slight pain in my face, which clearly turned him on as he pounded the rest of himself into me. My body locked, my back arched and I dug my nails into his back. He felt so fucking amazing. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I let him bury himself deep within me. Deeper than any other man has ever been. He stopped his thrusts once he got that far, but I didn't want him to stop. I started moving my hips under him, fucking his huge cock as he looked down at me, seeing the lust for him in my eyes. He kissed me again, passionately, and didn't stop. He moved to my cheek, to my ear, down my neck, to my shoulders. I whispered in his ear that I wanted to ride him. He instantly rolled off of me.

I knelt over him and slowly pulled my shirt up over my head, his hands slid up my sides and he leaned forward and kissed my stomach up my cleavage as i unhooked my bra and let my breasts fall freely for him. He immediately took one into his mouth as his hand cupped the other, nibbling ever so lightly. I let out soft little moans as he did, and then positioned myself above his cock and let my pussy slide down around it. It was able to get even farther inside of me like this, and I was elated.

I started rocking my hips, teasing him before leaning back, my hands resting on his thighs, fucking him just how I wanted. He seemed astonished at how I was able to work his massive dick. He started to fuck me back, our rhythm perfect, I collapsed forward, laid my head on his shoulder and let him pound me, my hands on the wall, pressing hardly back into him so I could take ever single inch. It wasn't long before I felt myself about to orgasm, my cries growing louder by the instant. He could feel my legs start to shake and whispered lightly into my ear 'I know you want to cum for me...' which sent me over the edge, I propped myself back up and sat straight on his cock as I felt a surge drench him. He grabbed my tits as I continued to orgasm for what felt like forever, and he didn't stop fucking me. I didn't want him to. I felt like I couldn't take anymore, but was addicted to the feeling - until I almost passed out.

He pulled out of me and rolled me onto my side as my whole body trembled. I laid limp, barely able to breathe as he smiled at me and started to kiss me again. Deep, longing kisses. Kisses that didn't feel like you'd exchange with just some hook up, but instead someone you had desired for far too long.

After some time passed and I was able to catch my breath, I told him I wanted to get him off - but he tole me not to worry, that I could take care of him in the morning. He just wanted to hold me. And we fell asleep just like that. Me in his arms, my head buried right under his.

We awoke the next morning, smiles on both of our faces. After a few adorable eskimo kisses he again met his lips to mine, and I wanted him all over again. Under the blanket, he rolled on top of me again and slowly entered me. Everything was slow this time. His kisses on my skin, his motions - as if the world had suddenly stood still. Again he buried himself fully inside me and I rocked me hips into him. His breathing suddenly picked up, and I felt his cock pulsate within me as he unleashed a huge load that had built up from the night before. My hand playing with my clit at the same time as I felt him erupt got me to have yet another intense orgasm. He laid on top of me, still inside my soaked pussy, his head resting on my tits. I played with his hair and we passed back out just like that.