I’ve been blessed with a number of amazing hookups during my wilder days. This is the story of one of my top three hookups, if not the top one, with a ginger named Abigail. This is a true story with the exception of names, professions, locations, and some other small identifying details. This was recently out of my masters degree, on my first real gig, doing graphic design for a firm in Seattle. I lived downtown, walked to work, it was the season of perfect weather… heaven.
Here is the part where I describe Abigail because this is important boner material. I am 5’9”, so not tall by any particular standard, and she was relatively fit, only a couple of inches shorter than me, redhead, healthy (not twiggy but not big… we will say ‘ratio’d’). No doubt the first thing anybody would notice about Abby is her AMAZING rack. Like a room-stopping rack. Not massive, but just a goddamn picture-perfect C cup. She had blue eyes, long curly red hair, nice round ass… like I said: ratio. She also had her tongue pierced, which is a sign from heaven if I’ve ever seen one. I know you readers are skeptical of any redditor’s ability to attract good-looking people, but these were the fittest days of my life, running marathons, lifting weights.. I was fit, my stock was rising, I was the new kid in town, and there’s just something about being in your mid-20’s where everybody wants to have sex all the time. I also think I was just really really lucky.
Abigail was still in college and was an intern at the firm, maybe 21 years old. I was 25 at the time. This didn’t violate any authority problems—we were basically equal on the totem pole. Both just kind of grunts on deadlines. But we did a lot of flirting ‘by the water fountain,’ serious chemistry, light grazing of hands, etc, over my first few months. We started talking over Facebook when the messenger part was new and not shitty, getting to know each other a bit, witty texting, that kind of thing.
So texting, getting to know each other, flirting, but nothing crazy… yet. One night we get to talking about sex and I tell her that I’ve never finished during a blow job. I like them, but I had just never had one good enough to cook my noodle to the end. She finds this hard to believe and ends up saying, “you’ve never had one of mine *winky face*” Oh sweet lordy. I went from zero to sixty faster than James Bond’s Aston Martin. Then, as if I wasn’t hard enough, she asks if I’ve ever been finished just with a girl’s tits. Which, I hadn’t. This unequivocally establishes that she knows exactly what she is working with, and provides me with spank bank material for the foreseeable future.
SEX STARTS HERE
I didn’t need it long, though. A couple of days go by and we don’t talk (I know I know, but remember, I was at the height of my game and was cultivating a pretty reliable stable of hook-ups, so wasn’t giving any one of them that much thought). Then, on a Friday, she texts me and says she’s on her way to a party in my area and asks if I want to make some dinner and pregame with her. Which, OF COURSE. So she shows up that evening in a super low cut shirt and jeggings, which I made fun of her for, but sweet fluffy chicken fingers she looked good. We did actually make dinner and start pregaming a little bit, but at some point we started making out furiously on my janky little Wal-Mart couch. 60 seconds did not go by before she had somehow magically unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and, cupped my balls and had taken my cock so deep down her throat I almost came right there, clothes still on and everything.
I had done a little magic of my own and had done the one-handed unbutton of her tight fucking jeggings and had slipped a finger into her wet pussy while another massaged her clit. I *almost* came by her moaning and her tongue piercing massaging my head, but she actually DID come on my hand, with my cock in her mouth (which is the hottest fucking thing known to science). She detached herself to catch her breathe and we started ripping clothes off (mine? Hers? Who knows. Who cares.) That’s when I saw her most memorable feature: a rose tattoo that went from her butt crack up to her hairline.
We proceeded to have some of the wildest sex I’ve ever had. I threw one of her legs over my shoulder and pushed my cock into her and just started pumping with her pushing and pulling my hips herself. Her majestic tits did that waterbed thing that big tits do, and she was screaming up a storm (I was in an apartment and no doubt everybody on the block could hear). A few minutes of this and she started screaming, “oh my god oh my god I’m coming I’m coming don’t stop” over and over and I did oblige her. As she came I could feel her sweet pussy gripping my dick as it convulsed and her body shook.
By some miracle of science and youthful fortitude I had not yet finished, so we were not done by a long shot. And this is where things REALLY go to 11. I flipped her over so she had one knee on the couch and one leg on the floor and start doggy fucking her. She goes back to screaming and I instinctually go for a fist full of hair. I’m not a masochist or anything like that, I’m not super into pulling hair, but it’s my experience that most girls get a lot of pleasure out of a little tug, so I do it, you know, for them and for science. While I’m fucking her and have a good grip on her hair, she puts my other hand around her throat and says, “don’t’ squeeze, just a little pull,” so I do and oh my fucking god is it sexy.
At some point mid-thrusting, she whimpered something to the effect of, “when I come more than a few times, my eyes roll back and I start shaking, so don’t worry it’s normal.” So here I am, this goddamn perfect-bodied sex goddess about to come on my dick for the umpteenth time, and sure enough, her eyes roll back and she starts shaking and she finally comes for what would be her last time that night.
By Odin’s beard I STILL had not yet come, so as soon as she regained some facility she took my cock back in her mouth and my balls in her hand and starts pumping it like a shake weight while lapping up her own juices. I was really digging this part and just couldn’t not make some noise. Apparently, my cock in her mouth and some noise on my part was really a turn-on for her and she let go of my balls and started rubbing her clit and moaning herself.
That’s what finally sent me over the edge. I could feel myself starting to come so I gave her the tap and she nodded and just kept going until I released a whole frustrated day’s worth of jet after jet of cum into her mouth. About halfway through she took me out and had me finish on her tits, swallowed some of my cum, and let the rest go dripping down her body. As we were catching our breathe she smeared it all over her chest while she licked up what was on and around her lips.
Needless to say, she did not make it to her party. We fucked a couple of times that night. As time went on, we hooked up some more here and there, but nothing compared to the months of pent up sexual energy. Eventually I began a monogamous relationship with someone else, she graduated, we both moved on, and I haven’t seen her since.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bfipgr/the_ginger_and_the_rose_mf
The ginger? Heard he fucked an ostrich.