Reconnecting with and fucking an old crush. (m/f)

This past weekend I hooked up with an old High School crush I hadn't seen in about 13 years. We'll call her Storm.

My wife and I decided a long time ago to have an "open" marriage. Like a lot of such things, this started with a few threeways with an ex-girlfriend of mine that I was still friends with. Since those trysts came to an end I've been unsuccessful in finding a woman good enough to actually sleep with me.

I went looking for Storm a few weeks ago on Facebook, but to no avail. She was one of those girls who never went by her given name, but none of her old nicknames turned up. Thinking Oh, well to myself I moved on.

One night I got a friend request from a name I didn't recognize. I went poking around her pictures (which were a lot of drawings) until I found an actual picture of her, and holy shit! there she was!

I added her and we immediately began chatting. It was one of those weird times where things just seemed to fall in to place, and within twenty minutes we were trading dirty pictures and making nasty comments about each other. About how we missed so many opportunities back in "the day" since we didn't know we liked each other.

She had moved away some time ago, and money is tight, but things just happened to align just so and I was able to go see her. From where I live in the rural hills of WV it was about a four hour drive. The whole way I thought back to our chats, the things we were going to do to each other, the things we wanted the other to do to us.

There was some intial confusion when I arrived; her phone had died, the hotel she was staying at swore no one with her name was there, and so on. I scrolled back through our chats and realized she had sent me the room number and I had just forgotten.

When I finally got to her room we were both supremely nervous. We smoked a little weed, had a few drinks. More than a few. Honestly, I'm a real lightweight when it comes to drink and hadn't gotten that fucked up in a long time.

I wish I could pretend I was Mr. Smooth and Dominant and took her straight to the bed, but if I'm to be honest in the story, I'm not that guy. I found myself lying on her bed, she beside me. She had pulled out her sketch book for me to look at, As we lay there and I flipped through the pages of her sketches, I found myself getting hard.

She reached down and started groping my dick as I looked through her pictures. The further the sketchbook went the more graphic it got. She would do these closeup almost thought bubbles showing the action you couldn't see; for example, if someone was licking somebody else's ass, she'd give you both the wide view and the closeup of tongue on ass.

She had gotten her hand in my pants. I'm a boxers guy and I'd worn one of my silky pair, which I'm told is best for groping a nice hard cock through. The more she groped the harder it got. The harder it got the more excited I got by her art. I reached the end of the sketchbook and started over. She took out my cock and began stroking it.

Then we were kissing, her hand gripping the shaft of my cock firmly and moving up and down. occasionally she'd stop and use her thumb to spread the precum leaking out all around the nice mushroom head of my dick. It felt amazing. Without a word she dipped her head down and took me in her mouth.

My god, it was amazing. My wife is an excellent cocksucker, but I think Storm could give her a run for her money. Her head bobbed up and down on me. She kept looking up at me then glancing at the sketchbook. I obliged and kept looking while she blew me, but I knew it wouldn't be for long.

I tossed the book to the side and pulled her head off my dick. It was standing tall and hard, glistening with her saliva. I grinned at her. Through our chats, I knew she didn't often get oral. I happen to LOVE eating pussy so I brought her up beside me on the bed. I kissed her as my hand wandered down to her crotch.

She was wearing a skirt with red silky panties beneath. She was burning hot and soaking wet. My hand rubbed her pussy through the cloth which quickly became sopping. I pulled them off. Per my request, she hadn't shaved. I love a naturally hairy pussy; it holds onto the stink of arousal that much more.

I used my fingers to spread her open and marveled at her pretty pink pussy. Nicely proportional lips, a swollen hard clit. All of it glistening wet with her juices. I gave her a few soft perfunctory licks, savoring the pungent taste of her horny pussy. But within moment I had my face fully pushed into her, my tongue going from licking deep inside her to come up and flick across her clit. I have pretty long hair and had long ago taken out my ponytail; she buried her hands in my hair, tangling her fingers in it, pulling me harder and harder into her pussy.

I wet two fingers and inserted them into her. She was gasping and kind of…squeaking above me. I began to suck her clit as my fingers moved in and out of her, faster and faster. Her noises and hair pulling grew faster and more intense until suddenly her ass seemed to jump off the bed, her pussy clamped down on my fingers, and a sudden rush of her juices hit my tongue.

As she lay back and recovered I rolled on a condom. I positioned myself between her legs and, without a word, plunged in balls deep. I have a nice cock; not porn star level by any means, but of a good length and nicely thick. She groaned as I began to fuck her, slowly working myself in and out of her steaming hot snatch.

She bucked up against me as I began to move faster and faster. I kept feeling myself getting close, but due to either the liquor or the condom (or both) I couldn't seem to get there.

I turned her over and gazed at her swollen cunt lips. I leaned in and plunged my tongue into her asshole, another thing she told me she loved. I was too horny to spend much time there though, and before I knew I was on my knees pounding her with abandon. She told me later she loved feeling my balls slapping against her as I fucked her. Truth be told, it was a really hot sound to hear, too.

Ultimately I ended up giving up the chase. I sprawled on the bed beside her. She gave me a website to go to; more of her art. I lay there, head spinning from the liquor feeling her warm mouth envelop me as she blew me. I scrolled through image after image, one filthy scene after another. I got harder and harder. I suggested she draw us together and that just made her hotter, making her head move faster, her mouth suck harder.

I closed my eyes and groaned out as I finally came, spurt after spurt of my hot come hitting the back of her throat. She swallowed like a champ, her head slowing, using her mouth and tongue to milk every last drop out of me.

We lay there with the phone between us, scrolling through more art afterwards. I confessed I'd never been into that kind of thing before, but looking at it with her while we were doing stuff changed it somehow, made it even hotter.

Her husband came by not long after and kicked our asses in Mario Kart. She came back to my room the next morning before I left and we had still more fun. It may be ahwile before finances allow me another visit, but I honestly can't wait.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3rkro5/reconnecting_with_and_fucking_an_old_crush_mf