u/CanISniffYourLimes

Me (then 31f) and him (then 22m) had been close for a few years at that point. There had always been a mutual attraction but we never really acknowledged it, but there was some innocent cuddling and lingering looks. But it never affected our friendship. On a whim, I decided to take a long weekend drive and he offered to come with me. We decided to camp our first night on the road and set up a really simple A frame structure in a pretty isolated forest.

One moment we were sitting by the campfire and talking and laughing and the next we were on each other. I was straddling him and we were kissing passionately, there was no communication beyond expressing a want of more of each other. I felt him undo his pants and I was wearing a skirt with no panties, and I was so wet he slid into me in seconds. His cock was huge and it took me a moment to adjust to his size but I rode him hard, basically climaxing the entire time because he just kept hitting the right spot inside me.

Didn’t take long before he told me he was going to cum, and he told me he was going to do it inside me. No asking. Just telling. I felt him cum seconds later and just kept riding until he was done.

We stayed like that for a few minutes, breathless, just staring at each other as his cum leaked out of me. Our brains finally started working again and we checked in with each other, making sure we were both okay. Of course we were… and then his cock got hard again.

He fucked me relentlessly all night, every position we could manage. He kept remarking that he couldn’t believe I was such a slut, how impressed he was that my tight little pussy could handle how hard he was pounding me. At one point, I almost blacked out from how hard he made me cum. He came inside me every time he finished and made me beg for it. By dawn, we were exhausted and covered in bruises and bite marks

We didn’t finish the road trip. We stayed at the campsite for the rest of the weekend (except for when we went to go get more food and beverages) and just fucked our brains out. The final day, we packed up and drove home.

We just needed to get it out of our systems, apparently. Years later, there’s still an attraction and some mild flirting, but nothing more. We still go on our little trips and spend lots of time alone. We’re both happy in our own separate relationships, and most importantly, we’re still best friends.

Pretty riled up tonight. Would love to meet up with someone in the area and climax together. Touching ourselves, talking about fantasies, being hot and horny together. Looking for more than a phone call, but an actual meetup.

White BBW, looking for anyone who knows how to get off and have fun while doing it. Open to any body types and any type of person. Knowing how to dirty talk a wonderful plus.

It was a while ago. I had decided to take myself out on a date and had dressed up accordingly. Reservation for one at a fancy restaurant in an upscale hotel in one of the nicer parts of town, sleek outfit to match the cosmopolitan vibe of the joint. I brought a book to read and wasn’t looking for anything special that night. I ordered a bottle of wine and a steak for myself and enjoyed every drop, every morsel. When I finished my main meal, the restaurant was packed and the hostess politely asked that if I had a nightcap, if I’d do so over at the restaurant’s bar. They would comp my last drink, and I could spend as long as I wanted to drinking and reading. I’ve worked in many restaurants and I obliged, understanding her need for an extra table.

I was sat next to a quiet and unassuming gentleman. We struck up conversation, commenting on the whirlwind around us. He was visiting from out of town, bespectacled and well spoken but shy but very obviously drunk. I pretended not to notice him shove his wedding ring into his pocket a few minutes into our chat. It wasn’t long after that when he invited me to come back to his hotel with him.

“I’ve always wanted to do this…” he whispered in my ear, his arms wrapped around me as we rode the elevator up to his room. I could feel his erection pressed against my thighs, his hot mouth on my neck. We hadn’t even exchanged names yet but I was horny and I knew he wanted to make a mistake that night. The hard circle of his wedding ring was in the same pocket as his phone and I felt both of them as we kissed. That little ring and his buzzing phone, probably texts from his trusting wife wishing him sweet dreams.

His room was close to the elevator and we hadn’t even made it five steps in before he was pulling at my dress. His cock was hard and I was already wet. He pushed me onto the bed and jumped on top of me, grinding against my crotch, moaning and gasping.

I felt him yank my skirt up around my waist and his thumb wove through a leg of my panties, the hard head of his cock bumping against my inner thigh. He hadn’t even fully taken his slacks off, just unbuckling his belt and pulling them down to his knees.

“Are you sure?” My voice was small but I knew. He was sure. I don’t even think he heard me speak.

He plunged into me. Hard shaft filling me as he held me down. The first few thrusts were exploratory, as hard and deep as he could go. Bare cock in my unfamiliar wetness. He fucked me as hard as he could but couldn’t manage more than a few pumps and I suddenly felt the warm jets of his cum coat my insides. We rode out his orgasm together, me holding him as he gasped for air.

His cock stayed in me. Big but deflated, softening as he launched the last bits of sperm directly against my cervix.

“I’m… I’m so sorry.” He finally let out. “I don’t… I don’t know what happened. You just showed up and you were so hot and I always… I haven’t been with a woman other than my wife. We were married when we were 20….”

His cock was still in me and even as he apologized for his infidelity, I could feel him thrusting lazily into my sloppy pussy.

“You need to let me do it again. I’ll buy you plan b or whatever, but you need to let me do this again. Let me fuck you again.”

He got hard as he thrusted. I managed to coax him out of his pants but he stayed determined on fucking me harder and deeper. Between gasps about how tight I was and how much he deserved to keep fucking me he apologized namelessly to his wife. I wasn’t even a random hookup in a strange city, I was his flashlight to pound his regrets into.

“So fucking tight. I have a good job, I could have been getting this the whole time. So tight so wet, just made to take all of me.” He lasted longer the second time around. I offered to get on top or do anything but he covered my mouth with his hand and kept fucking. “Just made to take everything like a good little slut.”

He came inside me again. Our juices were sloshing and coating both of us. His cum was leaking out of me. “Shut the fuck up and just take my fucking cock.” He hissed when I offered to get us a washcloth to clean up.

“Are you on birth control?” He finally asked, still balls deep inside me. I wasn’t and shook my head.

“Good. Good. Good. My wife got pregnant fast.” He tucked his chin over my shoulder and began slamming his rapidly hardening cock into me. “I’ll fucking knock you up, too. You deserve it. I’ll teach you a lesson about seducing men like me when you’re not even on the fucking pill. I’m going to cum inside you and there’s nothing you can fucking do about it.”

He fucked me like that for hours, and I couldn’t help but orgasm over and over again. He wanted to pretend that he forced me to take his cock but the truth was, I wanted it. It felt so good and I loved watching him lose control. A family man with a wife and children, trying to breed a stranger he knew nothing about.

I drained him dry over the course of that night, listening to him drunkenly threaten to impregnate me and in the same breath apologize to his wife for breaking his wedding vows. Finally, he passed out, still on top of me, inside of me, snoring. Fantasy fulfilled.

I quietly rolled out from under him and gathered my things and left without a word.

Me (then 31f) and him (then 22m) had been close for a few years at that point. There had always been a mutual attraction but we never really acknowledged it, but there was some innocent cuddling and lingering looks. But it never affected our friendship. On a whim, I decided to take a long weekend drive and he offered to come with me. We decided to camp our first night on the road and set up a really simple A frame structure in a pretty isolated forest.

One moment we were sitting by the campfire and talking and laughing and the next we were on each other. I was straddling him and we were kissing passionately, there was no communication beyond expressing a want of more of each other. I felt him undo his pants and I was wearing a skirt with no panties, and I was so wet he slid into me in seconds. His cock was huge and it took me a moment to adjust to his size but I rode him hard, basically climaxing the entire time because he just kept hitting the right spot inside me.

Didn’t take long before he told me he was going to cum, and he told me he was going to do it inside me. No asking. Just telling. I felt him cum seconds later and just kept riding until he was done.

We stayed like that for a few minutes, breathless, just staring at each other as his cum leaked out of me. Our brains finally started working again and we checked in with each other, making sure we were both okay. Of course we were… and then his cock got hard again.

He fucked me relentlessly all night, every position we could manage. He kept remarking that he couldn’t believe I was such a slut, how impressed he was that my tight little pussy could handle how hard he was pounding me. At one point, I almost blacked out from how hard he made me cum. He came inside me every time he finished and made me beg for it. By dawn, we were exhausted and covered in bruises and bite marks

We didn’t finish the road trip. We stayed at the campsite for the rest of the weekend (except for when we went to go get more food and beverages) and just fucked our brains out. The final day, we packed up and drove home.

We just needed to get it out of our systems, apparently. Years later, there’s still an attraction and some mild flirting, but nothing more. We still go on our little trips and spend lots of time alone. We’re both happy in our own separate relationships, and most importantly, we’re still best friends.