[MF] The Saga of Sally – Summer Loving in New York

(Welcome to the Saga of Sally! This is the story of my relationship with a girl called Sally. This is **Part 4**. I recommend you start from the [start](https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hsqikr/mf_the_saga_of_sally_cumstained_jeans/) – each piece will link you to next part at the end. However if you don’t want to start from part 1 (you’re missing out!) this should make sense to a new reader.

A brief reminder what Sally looks like (there’s a reference photo in the first part): she’s a pocket rocket, thick, redhead tomboyish girl, with an hourglass figure and the thickest ass this side of the Equator according to the Guinness Book of Records inside my head.)

Once Sally had finished with her portfolio work we were back to spending nearly every day together. While we never did any PDA or said we were a couple I think our friends started to guess what was going on. It must have been fucking obvious now that I think about it. Considering how much we fucked in college – college kids, what can you expect? – I don’t want to just list off every sexual encounter. It would take me forever to write and would become boring. I’m focusing on the juicer stuff. This leads me to our summer vacation to New York.

I’ve already said that Sally grew up in the same town as our university. But when it came to summer I headed home. I’m trying to obscure as much personal information as possible but it was a 5+ hour drive away. So the opportunity to see each other was limited. And remember, this is the summer of 2001. There’s no sexting. There’s no juicy photos of Sally’s perfect body to keep me company unless she snapped some, had them developed, put them in an envelope and got the mailman to deliver them. What a weird thing to suggest? I definitely didn’t suggest such a thing as a horny, deprived college student. Regardless Sally wasn’t excited by the idea. We were both missing each other. I thought about inviting her to my house for a week but my mother was conservative and had a “no funny business in my house” policy. I was out of ideas. And then it hit me: dad. He was surprised I was ringing him but happy for the call. I asked what he was up to, knowing full well he was currently back on the West Coast for a couple of weeks on business. I asked him if I could crash at his apartment in New York while exploring the city. He was happy for me to.

And that’s how two 20 year old college students found themselves spending a week together in New York in a sweetass apartment. It wasn’t a penthouse or anything. But it was toward the top of a nice apartment block and my dad never spared on the luxury add-ons. It was the type of apartment with those big fuck-off glass windows that means anyone can see into your apartment unless you have the curtains pulled. It had an amazing kitchen. It had a giant bath. It had a fucking table tennis table in one of the spare bedrooms. I have no idea why the latter was there but Sally and I were excited for it anyway.

Our week in New York took on this routine: we would wake up whenever we wanted, we would maybe fuck, or we would have breakfast, we would play table tennis, we would have a shower together, we would likely fuck, we would then spend the day exploring New York, we would come home and cook dinner and relax together (we both came from well-off situations but we didn’t have dining out in New York every day money) and then we would fuck. I should have come out of that week with third degree friction burns on my cock. Sally came out of it with a UTI. C’est la vie. If you don’t mind me being wholesome – the exploring New York was a wonderful experience even without the sex. We were acting like a couple. It was disgusting how loved-up we were. Sally planned everything. She would drag me off to all the art museums she wanted to see and she would stare transfixed by all the art while I would stare transfixed by Sally transfixed. It was intoxicating to see her in her element and so passionate.

But you didn’t come here to read this for me getting all gooey. You came here for fucking. There were two moments I want to focus on to make sure this doesn’t turn into a novel.

The first thing then was to do with that strange presence in the spare bedroom: the table tennis table. You see Sally and I had a little bet going on. We’d play a game before our shower each morning. If I won, she had to blow me in the shower and I could cum on her face. If she won, I had to give her a massage without it turning into anal sex. The problem was that if your girlfriend has a perfect, thick rump on her and she’s naked on a bed lying in front of you, and your sitting on her thighs, rubbing her back, her ass is like a black hole that has a great gravitational pull on your cock. No matter how hard I tried (I never tried) the massage oil would always end up on her asshole, my cock pressing into her as I rubbed her shoulders. I feel a little bad about this but also I don’t because really, her ass was perfect and I got to fuck it. But back to the bet. For the first three days I won and I enjoyed my reward. On the fourth day I noticed something. Sally wasn’t trying to win. She was competitive as fuck but she was also deliberately missing shots that she could make. I realized then that maybe I wasn’t the only one who got turned-on by facials.

That morning I was even harder then as we got into the shower, knowing that Sally actually wanted my cum splattered across her face. We were both naked, the shower spray running down my back as Sally got on her knees in front of me. I had seen a lot of art that week but nothing as breathtaking as that view. Her red hair running down her back, droplets of water on her skin, her blue eyes staring up at me as she bobbed her mouth up and down my cock. To make it better, her ass also stuck out, visible from above. I can’t believe I ever thought skinny women were my type. Sally’s fingers grabbed my hips as she continued to suck and slurp on my cock, her tongue a swirling maestro. Eventually my hands dropped down to her head, taking her hair in my fingers, holding her steady as I started to thrust into her mouth. It had taken us a while to find out exactly how deep I could push before her gag reflexes kicked in, she could never quite take me the whole way, but when you’re face fucking a gorgeous girl you don’t complain. Eventually I pulled out and jerked my cock twice before exploding over her face, my seed splashing over her. She looked at me which her cum-coated pout and pretended she didn’t want it and God, this was the women for me.

The second story from New York was on the fourth day. We had come back from some gallery and decided it was too early to cook dinner. I smirked at Sally, grabbed her by the hands and led her into the bedroom we were using (not my dad’s!). I was already hard after four seconds of kissing. Sally had that effect on me. I lick my lips, pulling away and I moved to draw the curtains. Sally says: “don’t”. Holy. Shit. My brain screams. Now it’s not like anyone from the street can see us, we’re too far up, the bed too far away from the window. But there’s at least three or four other buildings that seem to have a clear vantage point into our bedroom. And it’s the middle of the afternoon. Sally doesn’t give a fuck. She starts to undress. I stare slack-jawed looking like a fucking idiot as she strips off her pants and shirt, standing in the afternoon sun completely naked. She looked like a goddess and my cock rebooted my brain with a strong slap to the side and within seconds, I too was naked, and we were in the bed making out like it was our final day on earth.

At one point she rolls me onto my back and climbs on top. There isn’t penetration straight away. She grinds her netherlips against my cock and I can feel how fucking wet she is. I don’t know if she intended to drag this out, to make this moment sensual and lustful. But I’m a 20 year boy and I grab her by the hips, angle my cock and thrusts up. We both moan. Then she starts to ride me. Sally’s preferred method of riding me was less bouncing – which tired her out and also she worried about literally snapping my cock in two – but was more grinding, working her hips back and forth. I had no complaints. Occasionally I would push her body forward, partly to kiss her and partly to thrust myself, to get some in and out movement, but the grinding felt amazing as well. That afternoon though she was possessed by the ghost of a very vengeful 1970s New York pornstar. Sally fucking grind, wiggles, swayed, and bounced all over my cock. She kept playing with her own hair, grabbing her own bouncing tits. I realize with fucking hunger that she’s getting off on the idea someone might be watching us.

I can’t let this moment go to waste. I start talking just as dirty as she had ever done to me. “Do you think someone’s watching us right now? Watching you fuck yourself on my cock? I bet they are. I bet they can’t take their eyes off your fucking ass. God. I bet they’re jerking off about it, wishing it could be them fucking you.” You get the picture. I just let it pour from my mouth and Sally looks down at me and she’s fucking demented. Crazy eyes. Her face is frozen in something like shock or pleasure. She reaches down between our bodies and start to rub her clit so fast I’m worried she might start a forest fire. She continues to ride me. I continue to tell her that everyone in the building across from us is watching her writhing naked body. When she cums, she’s like a fucking earthquake. Her whole body shakes, her pussy clenches around me for longer than ever before. She collapses on top of me panting and I wrap my arms around, just holding her, my hard cock still buried inside her.

Finally she remembers where she is and looks down at me with a sleepy, satisfied smile. “How do you want me to finish you off?” she asks. I smile and says: “why don’t you turn around and show them your tits?” Sally doesn’t miss a beat. She knows me. I’m a glass window to her. “More like why don’t I turn around and show you my ass?” she says rolling her eyes. Guilty as fucking charged. I say: “I can’t help it. You know I love that butt.” Throughout the week we’ve been playing a game of chicken with the “L word”. I have told her I love every part of her body by now, but I still have not said “I love you.” I don’t know if she wants me to. Despite her eye roll, she turns around anyway. She rides me reverse cowgirl and I’m treated to the view of her thick, pale asscheeks bouncing up and down on my cock, jiggling, rippling. My hands come down to squeeze, knead and spank those glorious globes until I have no self-control left and I empty my balls inside her.

She lays down on the bed next to me. The curtains are still open. Anyone could still look through the large windows and see our naked bodies embraced on the bed. I try to catch my breath and I decide to take the plunge. I say it. “I love you.” There is a two second pause. The longest two seconds of my life. And then she says: “I love you too.” It’s not Shakespeare but it’ll do.

And later that night as we’re watching some God awful action film while eating our dinner, Sally says that she thinks she’d like to date me. Properly – Exclusive – A real couple. God bless you, New York.

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