I’ve got some time so I figured I’d tell you a redemption story of myself getting laid. I warn this is 9 pages of mostly rambling.
There is some decent backstory if you are into that sort of thing. If you’re not, I’ll put ************ before the steamy stuff happens. As I have stated before, I’m not much for erotic lit, this is just more of a “doesn’t matter had sex” moment in my life.
There’s descriptions of me in my other posts, but for continuity, here’s where I was at, at the time.
Myself: third year of college, shoulder length brown hair (got more than a few comments that my hair was nicer than 90% of womens) with some blonde in it, green eyes, 5’7 and thin. I have had multiple people tell me my smile is the first thing they notice. In relation to reddits standards, I have an obnoxiously small penis and am built with an average cock.
Morgan: The prototypical girl who still had remnants of the emo look, even though the phase ended 4 or 5 years prior. She was in her first year of college, but was getting some certification instead of your normal degree. Not quite pale skin, super layered black hair, with the swoopdy-doop bangs over the one eye, 115 pounds tops, 5 feet tall, and blessed with a great body for the complete lack of effort she put into it. Dark brown eyes which worked with the whole look, always black clothing, a good push-up bra to pop out her 32 C’s, which unfortunately were better than any tits I have ever seen, in pictures, videos or in person. It’s a shame they were strapped to a terrible human being.
At this point, we had been dating a bit under a year or so. Her immediate family lived a few hours north, with her Dad having some illness that had her visit there often. Her roommate screwed her out of her apartment, so she got stuck in limbo having to be in my town 5 days a week, with her family home being over 100 miles away. We were in love and junk so I let her move in, rent free. I also should mention that she fell asleep at the wheel shortly after moving in and totaled her car.
Trying to be the supportive boyfriend, I took her to school every day, before I went to work, and picked her up from school after I got off. These details aren’t vital to the story, but I’m trying to paint a picture of a real bitch here so bear with me here.
So at this point I’m driving her to and from class, and on weekends I had off I would take her to her parents to see her sick dad. For reasons that I still don’t understand completely, she loved avoiding her sick father, and also went down south to visit her extended family, since she didn’t get to see them for years on end until she moved out here. So I would get off work on Fridays, take her up to her parents, so she could borrow her Dad’s car for the weekend (since he was sick, he didn’t drive much on weekends since doctors offices were closed) and she would drive down south a few hours to see her extended family. This would leave me to drive her up north to see her parents, then drive back by myself so she could party with her family in LA.
Working a regular shit retail job at the time, I never got weekends off, so I never went down south with her from her parents place.
So one week she didn’t have Friday class, so I took her up to get a car from her parents Thursday night. She goes down to see her extended family, and goes complete AWOL from Thursday night, until her Mom drops her off at my house Monday morning. I was kinda pissed, since I had called a few times (more just to make sure she made the trip safely than anything else) and got nothing in return. She plays dumb and just said she got caught up in the moment and forgot to respond.
A couple weeks later, she has wrapped up her certificate thing for school and life gets a bit easier for me since I don’t have to play taxi-service all the time. She goes down south one weekend and the same thing happens where she goes AWOL. The difference is, after the 3 or 4th call a guy picks up. I asked where Morgan is, and the guy on the other line is being a real dick. I tell mystery-man that I’m her boyfriend, to which he responds “Morgan doesn’t have a boyfriend”.
She comes back home at the end of the weekend, and I’m about done with everything. She twists the story saying that I was harassing her and that she didn’t even have her phone on her, and she had no clue who picked up the phone and she shouldn’t get in trouble because some family member at the house was probably drunk and being stupid.
Being stupid myself, I half-believed her since I didn’t really have much reason not to trust her.
Things come to a head a week or so later, when she tells me that she is looking to move down south to be closer to her family (but not her Dad, who was practically terminal at this point) and while she wanted to still date me, she was moving in with a friend down south, who was a guy. After everything that had happened, and after I carried her through school, she was ready to up and bounce.
I asked to see her phone to make sure nothing funny was going on with the situation down south, to which she refused. A big 2-day fight ensued where I found out that she wasn’t cheating because the guy was hitting on her, and although she did see him when she would visit her family down south, she hadn’t touched him or said him anything to lead him on. He was also most-likely the guy who had picked up the phone, and he didn’t know she was dating someone.
That was what I got out of her, and I was so done with her. I had no doubt she had hooked up with him at some point, I told her to get her shit and get out, and while she was grabbing her stuff I loudly called my doctors office to ask for an STD test as soon as possible since someone was unfaithful in a relationship and I wanted to stay safe. Probably not the most mature move, but it got her pissed off to no end and it made me smile.
The best part of this was I told her to get her stuff out of the house, and she didn’t have a car to take it. So her sick-as-hell dad had to drive a few hours because his daughter was cheating on the guy who let her live rent free for months. Once her stuff was all out, I let her sit on the curb outside and locked the door. As I locked the door she decided to tell me that while she hadn’t fucked the guy down south, it was inevitable to happen if she moved in with him. A very classy woman to say the least.
A few days later I did get a text from her Dad apologizing for how his daughter acted, which I always thought was strange…
Being the young stupid people we both were, she did blow up my phone calling me all sorts of names for overreacting to the fact that she was thinking about moving without even considering me.
The summary that she went on for hours about was that faithful to me even though she spent considerable amounts of time alone with another guy for weekends without talking to me. I was an asshole for kicking her to the curb and breaking up with no notice.
Then I was a jerk because I brought her family into it since I wasn’t willing to drive her and her shit to her families house. I stranded her in a city alone with no transportation.
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Here’s where the sadness ends and the fun starts to begin.
Morgan’s blowing up my phone with the stuff listed above, along with a slew of insults and other BS. I finally block the number and go on with the remainder of my day. Then I remembered a girl named Ari.
Ari and I met prior to being with Morgan, at some Art-Hop thing. She got my number, and I was oblivious as hell at the time as to her interest in me. She would text me periodically, just asking how I was, if I was going to a local show or Art-thing. Nothing overtly flirty, but always starting conversations and being a chatty-cathy when she got the chance. I started dating Morgan, and she backed off a bit, turning the 2x a month texts into once every few months. She always asked about Morgan while we were dating, and stayed platonic with the texts.
Now here’s where in fantasy-land, Ari would have bigger, better tits, a nicer personality, better body, and be some dime piece that would have me realize that the whole time I spent with Morgan was a mistake, when I had a perfect girl right in front of me that I missed.
…..but this story is real. Ari had bigger tits, but that was because she was 175 pounds and 5’8 to Morgans 5’0 and 115 pounds. They weren’t as perky, and not as full. She had a better personality, but there were a couple wires that didn’t quite connect all the way. She wasn’t a dullard, but she didn’t have a quit wit either. She had curly hair to her tits, and I give credit where its due, she had this caramel eyes that were marbles of innocence. Her forehead was a little too big, but her lips almost looked like they had injections, and she had a tongue stud. If I remember correctly she was Portuguese with a little bit of Spaniard descent. Bra size sat at 38DDD, and her ass was nothing to write home about to mom.
She was perfectly average, but with an extra dash of kindness. In another world where I was a bit more mature at that age, I may have given her a fair shake. But to be honest, she was the first thick girl I had ever considered dating and having someone who had 40/50 pounds heavier than me was intimidating, and it just didn’t crank my jets. Every person I had dated or hooked up with at that point was twig-thin, and I was used to being able to throw someone around in the bedroom and bruise the living hell out of my pelvis, not get crushed when the girl wanted to take the reigns and be on-top.
Anyways, back to the story.
Ari had texted me a few weeks prior to everything going down between Morgan and I, so I figured it wouldn’t be out of the ordinary to check-in with her. I had never sent the first text in the past, but it was a Saturday night and there was bound to be something to do around town to get my mind off of Morgan, not that I was about to tell Ari that. The quickest way to get over someone is under someone right? Morgan had left my house 4 or 5 hours earlier, so I figured even just a night out with a girl would boost my shattered ego and confidence.
Ari was always nice, and I figured she would take me up on the offer since she was always a good friend checking-in. I took the safe bet, since trying to go out and hit on some random girl could leave a big chance of rejection, where I figured Ari would at least go out for a drink. My confidence and ego was shattered. My smarter friends had been telling me to ditch Morgan weeks ago, so even though I had been single for a few hours, I think mentally I was over her shit a while prior, and stretched it out like most young relationships do.
I text Ari to see if she wanted to grab a drink since I had a bad day. Being the polar opposite of Morgan, within a sneeze of texting her she had happily responded with a Yes!, but would have to wait until almost midnight to go out since she was working late. Never to worry, she would always make time for me (and the ego is already slightly less bruised)
She meets up with me downtown and we grab a few drinks. Unfortunately most of our good bars close around Midnight, so the bars dried up soon after we met. We both had bad days and didb’t want the night to end, so we went and wandered around a neighborhood park with a 6 pack.
We are wandering around the park, must be 1:30 or so at this point. We sit at a bench and at this point she knows that Morgans no longer around. She talks about being single for so long and mid-sentence I go for it.
Catching her off-guard I plant a kiss directly on her plump lips (which out of all the things Morgan had, her lips were of a lizard variety). Things are getting handsy, and if nothing else I am making love to her lips. She was also the first girl I had ever had the pleasure of having a tongue piercing, so I fixated on that as well.
We must have made out for 15 minutes before we both acknowledged what the hell was going on. I got lost in her lips, and she didn’t protest. She ended up going full Lake Bell from No Strings Attached and just talked through the next 5 minutes of making out, which killed to vibe to hi hell.
Ari was under the impression I wanted nothing to do with her, and she was super excited to finally get some attention and be seen as pretty. I’m freezing my ass off outside, so I gave her the option to A) Collect our thoughts, I’d drive her back to her car, and we could talk in the morning.
B) She can chat away and we can go to my house, eat some leftover pizza at my house, and go from there. I think we both knew how that would end
Ari states that she would love to go back to my house, but on the condition that I’d take her to her car downtown in the morning.
Like a pair of 15 year old’s, we are playing grab ass all the way back to the car. She’s rubbing me through my pants on the drive home, and telling me her every thought along the way.
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We get back to my house, and being the sly fuck I am, withing 3 feet of entering, I playfully trip and take her to the ground with me. My bedroom was 15 feet away, but being the horny bastards we were, we couldn’t resist dry fucking on the carpet next to my front door.
I’m worshiping her tongue, and figuring out all the things a tongue stud can do, and she slams her hands straight into my pants. Less than 12 hours after being dumped I’m at the same front door I locked my girlfriend out of, getting a hand job and sticking my tongue down a ladies throat.
My pants come off quickly, her top disappears across the room. I get to see the first new set of tits in almost a year. While they weren’t the marvels that Morgan had, I was happy to worship some big tits.
She asked me to tit-fuck her, which I wasn’t about to protest. She’s spitting on my cock and giving it a quick tease with her tongue. After a few minutes of rugburn on my knees, I finally get the courage to ask her to come to my bed. Here I was getting my cock spit on as I’m fucking her tits, and I was worried that she wouldn’t want to come to the bedroom with me….
At the time I didn’t realize it, but the following events I think led me towards my future preference of women with some meat on the bones.
We race to the bed, and we both rip each others clothes off. Usually I try to spoil the women the first few times, since I figure if I can trick them long enough maybe they will stick around. On this particular night, I wasn’t in control much. She pushes me down on the bed, and I get to realize the complete effect of what a tongue piercing could do to a cock. She didn’t give me the best blowjob in my life, but it wasn’t for a lack of trying.
She went full Gianna Michaels just giving the most sloppy blowjob she could possible. After my crotch was soaked and she had treated my cock like a Pharaoh, she proceeded to be the first person to ever rim me. She had one hand thumb down jerking me off while making out with my asshole with the same passion I had making out with her full lips just an hour earlier. From Knee to Nipple there was not an inch that she didn’t lick and suck, and I was in heaven. Trying my best not to cum in her mouth, at a certain point I had to literally pull her away and tell her to take a break. It was my turn to return the favor, and I was going to make it worth her while to be my rebound.
I put my head between her intimidating thick thighs, played with her little pooch, and enjoyed everything about her that wasn’t Morgan. Ari’s pussy had lips hanging out on both sides, and I rested my head between her legs without trespassing past her slippage for a good 10 minutes. I ran my finger along her slit but refused to enter it. The patience game made me realize that while Morgan was loud in bed, Ari was the first person I could legitimately say was a screamer. I finally broke her folds with my tongue pressing past her outer lips and unleashed a river of sex fluids just yurning to flow out onto my tongue and down her crotch. Sticking to kisses and licks for a few minutes, I had her thighs crushing my head in a whole new world of sensations that I didn’t know existed. I finally gave some love to her clit, puckering my lips around the hood, exposing the full senses to my tongue. as I did that, my middle finger slid in, pad side down fucking the bottom ridge of her pussy. Having her screaming for all the birds outside to hear, her juices had lubed her asshole up enough for me to conveniently slide my thumb right into. I had a perfect pinch with my middle finger in her pussy, and my thumb resting in her ass while my chin lay ontop of my hand, with my lips sealed around her clit.
About 5 minutes of that had her in an incoherent mess of words. I alternated with fucking the bottom ridge of her pussy to a full 180 and giving her ass a rest while my pad grazed across her G-Spot. I had no idea what worked and what didn’t that night, since everything was making her cum. I’ll chalk it up to her long dry spell, but I felt Michael Jordan draining 3’s without looking.
For whatever reason, I thought after getting her to Eden a good amount of times we would be good for the night and would sleep the night away and figure out shit in the morning. I always see the line between handsy stuff & oral as completely different than full out penetration.
So I pull myself away at what I figured would be a good break, to have her demand I find a condom. I had a super exhausting day and I was incredibly scared of having to take on the task of trying to impress her with my cock. Once again she took control there too.
Ari took the condom from my hand, suited me up, and hopped right on, riding reverse cowgirl like a champ. Less than 30 seconds in she spits on her hand, lubes herself up and as nicely as possible demands I get my thumb back in her ass and fuck her in both holes.
I had a whole world of new sensations. She was riding me with a thumb in her ass, dripping sweat out of every pore, and was a bit heavier than anything I’ve had clinching onto my cock. With a good sex regime, there was no way in hell that woman would stay as big as she was. Her riding for a few minutes had her dripping like a marathon runner in sweatpants. In the moment it was incredibly hot to see someone so beat just hammering on my cock. Fearing for her cardiac arrest, I got on top and got to worship her curves a bit more as I entered her face-to-face for the first time.
As an aside, thank Christ for using a condom that night, because doing all of this raw would have had me cum instantly. If it wasn’t for the desensitizing bastards I would have been much worse off.
I try a couple different combinations, but her legs were just too heavy over my shoulders, and trying to hold one up was a exhausting at this point. I stuck with plain jane missionary, with a pillow under her hips and it got her screaming again.
She’s pulling onto my back, grabbing yelling screaming, and just intensely staring into me. At that point, I was happy with where I was at, and all the days stresses came straight out through my cock and straight into the wall of the condom. Like a cold glass of water on a hot summer day, the world was just a little bit better in those moments.
The last two things took it over the top for me.
After I came, I laid on top like the dead sweaty fish I was for a few minutes just embracing the moment. Not the smartest thing with a condom full of cum, but it was the last thing on my mind. As I pulled out I took off the condom and started to knot it, when out of the porn of my dreams, Ari grabs my hand and shakes her head.
Like the fucking champion that she is, she grabs the condom, and without breaking eye contact, tilts and pours all my soldiers right down her throat. If I had a ring in that moment, I would have made a very dumb decision. I’ve had plenty of women swallow, and have cum on plenty of body parts, but she refused to let my cum go to waste in a trash can and literally took it out of my hand and into her mouth.
I went to the bathroom to clean up and while I was in there, I felt my back was on fire. As a man with a million allergies, I was pretty worried so I took a gander into the mirror.
Ari had literally dug into my skin, making my back look like it had rand through Freddy Krugers blades 20 times, with deep cat-like scratches and several drops of blood coming from my back. In the moment I didn’t feel it at all, but when we were fucking eye-to-eye, she really wanted to leave something to remember her by.
I will leave it at this. It was not my brightest or most humble moment in my life, but you bet your ass I took a few pictures and sent it to Morgan at 4 AM telling her I had a good night and didn’t miss her.
**TL;DR**
I supported a girl I was dating for a year to find out that if she wasn’t currently dumping me, she was planning on moving and it was bound to happen. I rebounded the same night and sent her a picture of my tore up back from the nights adventure.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7qid2g/fm_a_good_revenge_fuck_to_get_over_a_cheating_ex