Wetter than ever, exploring new territory [M/F] | 2016

Edit: added more sexy details.

The other night, my FWB comes over. Sound typical, but it wasn't. I dont know about you guys, but I've never had a reliable FWB. In my mind I envision my FWB coming to my aid whenever the mood strikes (within reason). I wont pretend that that isn't pretty frequent for me, but I seem to hear most guys say they would love that kind of arrangement.

I recently moved to New York. I met a guy within weeks of moving here. After the new year. He's my ideal type: tall, handsome, British. Later I found out that his dick is enormous and he's as sexually adventurous as I (almost). Ever since I met him I've been a bit starry-eyed when looking at him.

We hooked up on and off for a couple months, drunk dialing the other a couple times a month. I had a crush on him, but wasnt so naive to think that getting him in bed would blossom into a romance.

We fucked reeeeallly good. When he unbuttoned his pants for the first time for me my jaw dropped. It felt like a porn cliche, which I hated. I couldnt get over how long and thick it was. While I had his dick deep in my throat and my thumb and index finger in an O shape around his dick, stroking him, I realized my two fingers were far from touching (far = about an inch). I think my wetness doubled when I came to that realization.

I looked forward to him climbing on top of me, or behind me, whatever mood he happened to be in. I learned quickly that he was a boob man, so he liked me sitting on top of him, my boobs bouncing in his face if he came up for air after sucking on one.

The only problem was we often met up when one or both of us had had a few drinks. He always had. Unfortunately, that affected performance. I've wondered if it's just the alcohol or if, sober, he'd have the same issue. It has impeded the fun for sure, but unlike other men I know who experience this sometimes he didn't look ashamed about it. Nor should he. Many guys do, but it happens! Instead he would make the best of the situation. Sometimes that means going down on me (which he loves), or beckoning my dildo. We always have fun.

After many fun sessions, my crush was still there. It became evident to him; I assume through things I said like wanting him to stay the night. After two months, I sent him a string of texts one weekend met by silence. That tuesday, I messaged him and said clearly this isn't working, let's just appreciate it for what it was and delete one another. He said something sweet and respectful but agreed. I thought that was that.

Weeks later, I get a message from an unknown number. He said something clearly British, so I knew it was him. We agreed to restart our fun with the condition that it is that and only that. Though I proposed it, I was still unsure if I could do so. Ever since, we've had better sex than we have ever had. What I thought was great sex before pales in comparison. We've both been able to be more open and share fantasies the other can help come to life. Just last night was once such instance.

He mentioned anal sex during a Facetime session. I hadn't ever done it before; sure I had attempted once or twice, but never successfully. We joked that we certainly would never be successful given the girth of his dick. I was still willing to try. When he came over last night, he told me to "dress up." Based on our previous convo, I knew that meant a super push up bra (even though I have DD boobs), and a school girl-esque outfit. I already had braided pigtails, so it wasn't a huge stretch.

I greeted him at the door in a black mini skirt, pigtails, glasses, and tight white tee. I thought it was cliche, but he was c.l.e.a.r.l.y into it. Who am I to judge? There wasn't a single word exchanged between when I opened the door and when his dick was in my mouth. I sucked on his dick like a lollipop, and I got so wet and and felt my pussy throbbing imagining what this huge dick in my mouth would feel like in my pussy from every angle.

Before, we had had sex in a few positions on my bed. Since, I had shared with him that I want to have sex anywhere other than the bed. He picked me up and put me on the counter, exactly where I said I wanted it. He quickly yanked me off the counter and spun me around, tossing my skirt up and bending me over the counter in one fell swoop. Before I know it, he is pounding me. My knees banged against the cabinet door, my hands clenched on the opposite site of the countertop- not because I needed stability, I was firmly secured on his dick- but because it felt so fucking good.

While he had me bent over the counter, he teased me by pushing his dick against me. Aside from sex itself, one thing that gets me going is feeling his super hard dick push against me juuuust barely too far to go in. This time, he was poking around my ass. Knowing how huge he is, it was certainly never going to happen without lube. I pointed to a bag above my armoire and he retrieved the sweet vanilla cherry flavored lube i had gotten at the museum of sex. He squirted it on me which made me jump a bit as it was chilly compared to our hot bodies, but it quickly acclimated. He poked my ass with the tip of his dick and I held onto my countertop tightly, anticipating the love/cringe feelings I was about to have; I had a feeling this was a situation where once it was in, I'd be golden, so the entry would be the only teeth clencher. I was right, he eased it in at first then pushed it in quickly to get the only uncomfortable part over with.

Every ounce of me tingled with excitement once he was in me. Even now, as I type this, I feel the eager anticipation and in-the-moment wonder I felt with a dick in my ass for the first time. It. felt. so. good. And new, and different. I relaxed my body, sinking into the cold granite. I lifted my legs, which were bent at the knee. I've been flat on my stomach with my legs bent up before, but usually on the floor reading, not on a counter with a thick hard cock pounding me. He grabbed a hold of my ankles and started pounding me harder. Every thrust he made into me, his knees knocked again and again against the cabinet. I loved that sound as much as hearing my own wetness around his dick as he came in and out, in and out, in and out. His delicious balls even slapped against my pussy in such a way they teased me, tickling my clit. Every trust was full of so much: the feeling of his dick inside me, the cabinet banging sound I hoped would arouse my neighbors, the sound of my wetness that only made me more wet, the tease of his balls slapping my pussy. Every thrust was loaded.

I reached my hand beneath myself and started fingering myself. I stopped moments after because it was too much. Being fucked while fingering myself is an amazing cum every time. I fumbled to be able to get my own rhythm between the one we were already in the middle of. As much as I wanted to, I wasn't able to work in massaging my clit while he fucked me over the counter. This is precisely what I had fantasized about, and continue to think about when I'm by myself and naked (like right now), so I didn't mind.

Since drinks had been had, he wasn't hard for long. It got hard for him to go in if he slipped out. At that point, he threw me on the bed and went down on me, or hinted to me to go down on him. I love sucking his dick because it's tasty, but also because of the look he gets and knowing it gets him hard. After a few rounds of fucking then sucking, and him cumming on my chest or face, we fell back into my messy, messy bed, panting.

I have a majorly bruised rib from being bent over the counter and pounded both times, as well as an extremely wet pussy now. But he is now out of town. This is precisely why a FWB needs to be reliable :) Every time i breath in, or even just try to sit up, I feel the twinge of pain in my rib and I kind of love it. I immediately picture my sexy FWB towering over me and pounding me hard as I lay across my kitchen, and start to feel again the amazing sensation of his dick both in my pussy and my ass.

Afterwards, as we lay there sweaty in my bed, we talk about our love interests. He has a kind of recent ex who broke up with him and wants to get back together, me with a guy I am falling for but is a bit forbidden for the time being (though there is a proven mutual attraction). I verbalize what I suspect he is feeling, wanting to get back together with the girl since he had strong feelings for her but being hesitant because she kind of stomped on his heart. He looked at me in amazement as if I had completed a Rubik's cube in 5 seconds. I told him it was a normal feeling anyone would struggle with, and his amazement stayed but was washed over by a sense of astonished satisfaction, and seeming appreciation of being able to have someone understand that. We talked about our own dynamic, I mentioned that when we first met I really was crushing on him but when he said we needed to call it quits because he didnt think of me that way, I was happy to return being on the same page that this is clearly just sex. After meeting this new love interest of mine, I knew my interest in my FWB was purely carnal. So, for now, we'll just enjoy one another's company in bed. Hopefully, we will both be enjoying the same fun with the people our hearts are set on.