[MF] LONG - My first few nights of unbelievable pleasure with my Gonewild girlfriend. | 2016

First time poster here – always been told I have a certain ‘talent’ for descriptive writing – so we’ll see how it goes. This is the story of how myself and my girlfriend ended up together. One of the primary reasons, as I hope will be explained in depth is due to the first few nights we spent together. My girlfriend is now on Reddit, and experimenting with Gonewild, so I thought I would do my bit on here.

A week prior to this, I had split up with my girlfriend of over a year. It was an unhappy relationship in my view, very little interest was ever given to me or what I was doing. I was undoubtedly part of the furniture, something that was in the house, but not particularly noticed; unless you stubbed your toe on it. Alas, I was free from the monotonous shackles that had engulfed me for said year. I am, I guess, a pretty unremarkable guy; I’m around 5’11, and of average build, I play sports to keep in shape, but not obsessively gym sculpting. I have shortish brown hair that I spike, and keep a trimmed stubble on my face.

The following weekend, my friend of many years invited me over for a cheering up evening with her and her boyfriend (don’t be weird, Reddit, it didn’t go where you think it might be going, you kinky things). Myself and Melissa had been friends from school onwards, and had always tried to be there for one another when times were tough. I also happened to live in the back end of nowhere in Scotland, whilst Melissa and her boyfriend lived in relative civilisation, so thankfully, more goings on were occurring than where I was usually. The plan was to have a few drinks in a pub, come back to Melissa’s and have a few drinks more and a few games.

When I arrived, Millie was also here.

Now, Millie. I had previously bumped into, (spoiler alert, quite literally) a few weeks prior. With a group of friends, I spotted her across the dim light of a dive bar. Anyone meeting Millie then and since are always awestruck by her body. She has dangerous curves, the type to quite literally drive a man (or woman) to their knees once you have those proportions in your head. Millie had shoulder length flowing blonde hair, with blended brunette roots giving a surfer vibe to it. She has an undeniably pretty smile, with dimples when she laughs. I of course noticed her staggering body, too. When I first saw Millie, she was wearing a tight white shirt, with several buttons undone to reveal a plunging line of cleavage that disappeared down the shirt. The rest of the buttons were straining against Millie’s beautiful, round, large tits. She had also left some buttons undone at the bottom of the shirt, revealing a slender, toned belly with hip bones that ‘popped’ towards the eyes. My heart was already pounding blood towards my crotch at this sight, and truthfully it was not prepared for the next journey my eyes took further down Millie’s body. She was wearing wet look black leggings. They were so tight they could well have been sprayed on. As the light bounded off the dingy aura of the pub, it caught the outline of her toned legs with curvy, powerful thighs. When Millie turned around it was difficult to believe one woman could possess all these things I was seeing. Her leggings clung to her ass cheeks like nothing I have ever seen. Her pert ass pushed against the fabric as she walked, each step inviting more eyes towards her as they perfectly jiggled effortlessly against her leggings.

I was immediately aware that on this night out, I was not the only man who had eyes on Millie. Hell, who wouldn’t with her body and her outfit? Eyes followed the line of her cleavage all night, only being broken when she turned around. I had clocked she was with her boyfriend, and I simply went about my business of window shopping. Occasionally, Millie locked eyes with me through the depths of the crowd, only for the brief encounter to be broken by the shuffling of a person in the line of sight.

As this night went on, Millie was decreasingly present in the bar, and I resigned myself to my group of friends who did little to break my distracted thoughts from prior in the evening. Towards the end of the night, I momentarily found myself sat alone, in a quiet corner of the bar. I will argue that it was by chance that other friends had gone to the bar/outside/home rather than perhaps I was tremendously dull conversation as a consequence of my inability to strike conversation due to my distracted state, but you’d know I’d be lying. Millie sits down next to me.

She says nothing for what seems like an eternity as she perches on a barstool. She flicks her hair back, removing any traces of hair that could block eyesight into her cleavage. Her legs crossed, waving her higher leg in my direction. She leans forward ever so slightly, her cleavage now ever more inviting.

“Hi”, she says in a sultry voice.

I muster the attention to reply.

20 minutes pass in a mere flash. Millie is awesome. She works as a secretary for a local industrial company, nothing too fancy, but works hard. She likes rock music, comic book films and good beer. What’s more, we also share something else in common, a dead end relationship with an other half who couldn’t give us the time of day. How somebody could do this to someone as gorgeous and all over attractive was a travesty which I of course shared my views of with Millie.

Drinks kept coming; mainly from my interested friends who were revelling in the fact I was keeping such a stunning woman in close range for them to undoubtedly visually peruse, as well. Millie suggested we go to the dance floor. This was the first time our conversation/actions had anything that could be misconstrued as advancing towards one another. As I glanced around, I saw my girlfriend flirting outrageously with some meat head guy who, if you looked at close enough, could be confused with a bag of potatoes. I decided that it would be no harm, I had no bad intentions after all.

We got onto the dancefloor. Millie immediately found a busy spot, I didn’t think anything of it. She instantaneously turned her body, her firm ass cheeks pressed against my crotch. Her arms come above her head, reaches behind, and pulls my head beside hers. Her lifting her arms had made her shirt rise up slightly, revealing yet more cleavage. I could now see her soft tits framed by a lace black bra, with trims of red lace circling it. I could feel my cock straining at my jeans. She pushed her ass back. She knew, she absolutely knew she was making me rock hard. There was no way she couldn’t feel it. Her warm neck felt sublime against mine; she whispered into my ear that ‘we both know what’s right’. This of course being a throw back to out earlier conversation where we had both revealed the extent of our emotionally lacklustre relationships. I initially resisted doing anything other than be pushed up against. Naturally, it didn’t feel quite right, we were both still in relationships. The alcohol was clearly giving Millie the confidence to finally do something about this relationship though. And in truth, the alcohol was starting to the same for me. ‘We shouldn’t’, I said to Millie. Quick as a flash, Millie replies to me ‘they shouldn’t be doing what they are to us then’. At this point, she used her ass to push hard on my cock, and position it from its initial down my trouser leg position, to a perfectly upright, straining against the belt line of my trousers position. How she did it so seamlessly I will never know. Then, as a knowing way of how great and firm her ass was, she positions herself so my cock is between her ass cheeks. The sheer tightness of her leggings allows her to essentially grip the bulge in my trousers as she slowly starts to grind on me. My knees went weak, she knew she had cast a spell on me.

A few minutes pass of this. Her friends call her from the other side of the dance floor. She gives a playful squeeze of my bugle with her right hand, before swiftly saying ‘see ya’, and disappearing into the dark. I went home.

A couple of weeks pass. Millie is on my mind undoubtedly, but I was learning to put this down to a fleeting encounter, perhaps even romanticised by alcohol, and that was that. In this time, however, I did find the courage to split with my girlfriend. I had enough of the emotional neglect, and realised, arguably through my encounter with Millie, that I could do better, and deserved better.

Fast forward back to my friend’s house.

I greeted Melissa, and her boyfriend Jake as usual, and got myself a drink. I said hi to Millie in a cautious way, wary that perhaps she didn’t recall that night? Perhaps she regretted it? Perhaps she was terrified that I knew Melissa.

Melissa interjected the frozen silence. ‘I’ve heard all about you two a few weeks ago. Millie can’t keep secrets’. Millie gave a cheeky, knowing smile towards me. My imagination raced back to that night.

It transpires that in that time, Millie had also split from her boyfriend, in what a much later conversation revealed was for the same reason I had done it in that time – a boost of confidence from that late-night encounter.

Melissa had decided that this time, we were not going to go out; we were going to stay in, enjoy a few drinks, play a few games and head to bed.

All night, we all enjoyed general chat – nothing to imply the sexual tension that existed between myself and Millie. As the night drew to a close, I eyed up my usual sleeping spot at Melissa’s house, the sofa in the corner of the flat. It was small flat, and only had this one sofa.

Millie, like me had had a couple of drinks, too. She was staying, too. Melissa gave a knowing look. She knew why she had invited Millie over. She knew it would lead to this conversation.

I said to Millie I’d be happy to sleep on the floor, for her to have the sofa. I am, after all, nothing more than a gentleman. She insisted that she would be fine on the floor, and I should have the sofa.

I returned from the bathroom to find Millie and Melissa had thrown blankets, duvets and cushions on the floor to make a makeshift small double bed on the floor. I initially panicked and wanted to ensure Millie was ok with this; not knowing it was her decision. By now, I had got changed into sleep wear, a t shirt and some loose fitting bed shorts. Millie returned from the bathroom, and had a tight black tank top on, with a pair of bed shorts. It looked like the bed shorts were designed to be loose fitting, but sheer magnificence of her ass meant that they barely covered two thirds of her ass cheeks. Despite not having a bra on, her tits still filled her top impressively, looking as firm and as pert as the first time I laid eyes on her.

We lay down, both on our backs to begin with. I’d be lying if I said my heart was not running quick, I knew I was on the floor with a smoking hot girl who was wearing not too much. As much as a gentleman as I try to appear, we all have our limits. We carry on chatting, about the past and the future – almost simultaneously ignoring the present. Millie rolls onto her left side, facing away from her. She pokes her butt out towards me, and pulls my right arm, rolling me over towards her. She wiggles her ass into position, and pulls my right arm over her. She begins to stroke the bicep of my arm with her fingertips.

This is even too much for me. My cock swells, and springs upwards. There’s no jeans to prevent its trajectory this time. Millie feels it press against her ass. She wiggles her ass some more, I exhale deeply. Predominantly because she hasn’t moved away in horror.

Then, she moves her ass away. I panic. What did I do, I think to myself. I then feel her fingers wrap themselves around the base of my cock. She takes a firm grip and starts moving her hand back and forth, occasionally on the downwards stroke rubbing her fingertips underneath my balls.

My hand has made its way underneath Millie’s tank top. My hand starts to cup her tits; the tits I have been desperate to get my hands on for weeks now. I trace my fingers over her nipples for the first time. They’re pierced. Thin metal bars run through both her nipples. They’re so sensitive to touch, she gasps in delight every time I touch them.

By now, pre-cum is oozing from myself, Millie recognises this, and pushes me onto my back. She pulls my shorts down swiftly, and for the first time takes a full, proper grip of my cock before continuing to stroke. She leans over me, almost perpendicular to me. This allows my hand to explore her ass for the first time, and revel in just how firm it is. My hand is swamped by the size of her ass as all I can do is squeeze as her hand puts me into ecstacy.

I start to trace my hand up the line of her leg, towards the warmth of her pussy. At this point, she moves away, moving down my body. She insists this is about me.

She kneels between my legs, looking up at me. She places her left hand at the base of my cock, and her right hand at the top. In a movement I only believed existed in porn, her left hand twisted up and clockwise, her right hand down and anti-clockwise. I threw my head back in pleasure, and let out an ‘oh my God’ through gritted teeth as I knew she was going to drive me over the edge. She stopped.

And said.

“I’m even better with my mouth”.

With that, the head of my cock disappeared into Millie’s mouth. Her full lips engulfing me. Her right hand continued to work the base of my cock as she bobbed her head back and forth. She let saliva descend from her mouth a little to ensure her lips glided over me. Millie looked up at me, licking the head of my cock. She locked her eyes as she slowly, so slowly took each inch of my cock further and further into her mouth. I felt the head press against the back of her throat. Without flinching she took me further. Her lips eventually pressed against my trimmed pubic area; my cock angled down her throat. A bulge emerged in her throat where my cock was pulsing from the pleasure.

She slid me back out her throat – lines of saliva lacing the gap between my cock and her lips.

She descended a few more times, working her hand in tandem with her mouth. I felt the brewings of orgasm in the depths of my body, my toes curled, my knees locked. Millie felt my balls tighten, and my cock twitch, she pumped hard on me, sucking equally hard, her cheeks pulling into her mouth. She emitted a squeal when I came; my ropes of cum bouncing off the back of her throat. She continued sucking, if anything even harder than before. She was sucking the cum from my balls in such a way that I could never describe.

I laid there. Spent. She swallowed my entire load. A quick drink, and she rolled over to sleep, only whispering ‘I told you I was better with my mouth’ before pulling me back towards the spooning position once more.

The following morning, everyone had to depart quite quickly for various engagements, and a quick kiss on the cheek from Millie and we were on our way.

Next week, Melissa invited me over again. Shamelessly, my first question was ‘will Millie be there?’.

“Yes”.

(if there’s enough interest, I will write part 2, but I was just running short of time on this occasion…)