The last mind-blowing encounter with Jay and I occurred a few years ago. It was Labor Day and I had nothing to do at first, and finally I reached out to some obscure cousins to see if they wanted to hang. I brought over a six pack and they were smoking some weed. I had never smoked before, but didn’t mind joining in. It burned like a motherfucker, but I feel like it gave me a good buzz. Between my booze and smoking, I was able to sit through a terrible episode of Entourage and had a good tingle. I didn’t lose my mind with it, but it felt good.
Upon leaving my cousins, I gave Jay a call, she was at her house across town and was happy to speak and flirt with me, and I was in a pretty provocative mood. Shortly into our conversation, I decided I would drive over there without telling her, and off I went. In about 25 minutes or so I told her to come open her door, since I was there. She was amused and surprised at the same time.
She lets me in and I give her a quick kiss on the lips and a hug. Given my mood, I had some very forward intentions and I made that pretty obvious. Our flirting over the phone escalated now that I was in person, more humorous ribbing and banter. I go to put some music on my phone but did not have the wifi password, and asked her what it was. She said she didn’t know off the top off her head, and had to check the router. Again, this invited a ribbing comment by me, and a scoff by her. She went off to the other room to check the router, and I stayed lying on her bed.
Not long after, I got a little bored and went off to the room she was located. She was sitting on the floor looking down on the router, her legs folded to her left side. Her back was facing me; and given how she was very ticklish and jumped easily, I couldn’t resist, and bent down and grabbed her side really quickly. She jumped, squealed, and giggled. We started flirting again, and joking with one another. Finally, she landed a joke on me that was way too good, and as much as I was amused, that put me over the edge with our flirting. I rebutted to her jestering with one last line, as I was simultaneously pulling my cock out, standing over her. I was barely hard, it’s not like we were doing any foreplay, but I was feeling dominant, sexual, and didn’t want any talk back from her anymore. Her mouth was on me immediately, like she wanted it as soon as I walked in the door. The dominance of having cock in my exes mouth with absolutely no foreplay, the buzz from booze and weed still prominent, and her bobbing diligently away on me, was intoxicating.
Being the amazing cocksucker she was, she worked me into a full hard-on fast. I felt a bit ridiculous going this quickly from normal conversation to getting my dick sucked, but between her fingers and mouth pumping away at my cock, I didn’t want to end it yet. Finally I said, “Let’s go back to the bedroom.” I collected my pants, walked across the house with her, my throbbing cock upright and glistening with her spit, and I lied back down on her bed. She pulled the night gown she was wearing off, and had nothing else, and went back to sucking me off.
She was always so good, but that night was something else. She never minded my hand on the back of her head, and finally, feeling especially mischievous, I push down, expecting to gag her with my fat cock. She, nor any other girl, had ever been able to deepthroat me, but in my cock slid, and it kept going, and going, and going, until it fully disappeared into her mouth. Holy. Fucking. Shit. The warmth and tightness of her throat on the tip of my cock with sensational, tighter and wetter than anything I ever had before or since. I groaned with the pleasure of it, feeling like a million bucks, and in her submissive state, it was as if she just realized she had some sort of superpower.
We spent literally the next hour being dirty as possible, her swallowing my entire cock, and when I got too turned on from it, standing up from the bed, grabbing her ankles, and pounding her missionary, shit talking her the whole time. Whether or not it was true, I made her confess while fucking her that I was the best cock she’s ever had of her twentysomething lovers, and the biggest cock she’s ever had. I kept withholding my orgasms and we would switch between me pounding her cunt and her deepthroating me, often going down so long she’d come back up gasping for air, spit stringing from her mouth all over my cock. She was letting her have my way with everything possible, letting me fuck her newly primed throat, and saying the dirtiest shit possible. Between her suffocating herself on my cock, I made her admit she was glad I came over, and she thanked me for letting her suck my cock, and she told me she loves sucking her pussy juices off of me. Upon request, she once bobbed on me until coming back up for air, looked me in the eyes and said “I love sucking on your cock, daddy.” I even proposed I call my newest ex, who she hated, and my ex knew that, so I could let my ex know just how well Jay was servicing me that second. Jay declined to do that, but I would have if she said yes, I was so jacked up. It was like a porn movie.
I finished pounding her missionary one more time, still not yet having cum, and on purpose, and fell back on the bed. It was all too good, and I was basking in the moment. But she wasn’t done with me, and had another mind-blowing oral surprise for me. She grabbed my cock by the base, tilted her head and begins to flick her tongue, back and forth, just below the base of my cock. Again, HOLY. FUCKING. SHIT. The nerves just below my cock head were firing non-stop, and her steady licking made my whole cock throb and my entire body tingle. She was still dirty talking to me the entire time, just barely sneaking the words out of her mouth past her lips as she continued to kiss and lick just below the base of my head. I never make contact with those nerves when I masturbate, so it was like they had just been discovered. It didn’t feel like enough to make me orgasm, but was still almost too stimulating to handle. Then, my orgasm starts to build, somehow with her steady licking, my cock was throbbing to the point of cumming all on its own. The feeling grows and grows, and finally, my entire body tenses up. I have no idea how much I came because this orgasm made me full-blown paralyzed. Every single muscle I had was tensing and flexing and I was straining out of sheer unmitigated sexual pleasure, and there Jay was, on the underside of my cock, continuing to lick, lick, lick. My body continued to tense, it must have been only twenty seconds, but it felt like a wild, amazing and terrifying eternity. I felt like my cock could either be two inches larger after this orgasm or I could end up bedridden for the rest of my life, but it was too stimulating for me to not want it to continue. “Should I stop?” she once again coyly asked while continuing to work my cock like a fiddle. “No!” I was able to get out somehow, and she continued to lick away at my shaft. Finally, I had felt like every drop of cum was out of my body, and my muscles needed some oxygen. To avoid passing out, I reach down and grab my cock, and took it away from her mouth. I begin to catch my breath like I had just run a half mile, and Jay sat above me in her bed, basking in her amazing work.
I have no idea how I even got my clothes on after that orgasm, but it was 1 am, and it was pretty obvious I should be heading home. I drive back across town basking in everything that had occurred out of a night that had seemed to promise nothing at all. Jay texted me the next day to tell me her throat was sore, which was the hottest text I’ve ever received in my life. My attraction to her was never absolute though, and between her temptation and wanting to be a good boy when my ex and I got back together, I blocked her for a bit. She was very upset with me, but surprisingly, she texted me the other night. Our texts never became anything, but it makes me wonder if an opportunity with this oral goddess is in my future.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8ewayg/fm_reclaiming_my_ex_ep_3_i_make_her_a