[MF] The Saga of Sally (Part 8) – Thinking with my Cock

(Welcome to the Saga of Sally. Except it’s not Sally this time.

I am recounting my long on-and-off relationship with a girl called Sally. I recommend starting from the [start](https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/nt5ffn/mf_the_saga_of_sally_part_1_cumstained_jeans/). However since I am working through this chronologically this story isn’t to do with Sally.)

I was a little hesitant to share some of my experiences here because I recognize I have lived a very lucky life. I have had some wild sexual adventures and I wouldn’t blame anyone for not believing me. You have all been only supportive and complimentary though! But if any of you were starting to get jealous of me then let me make you feel a little better – because we’re getting into a part of my life that fucking sucked. If I was a horse, they would have taken me out back and put me out of my misery. I wasn’t happy. I was lonely. And I had a dry period of nearly 18 months. You read that right – the man who you’d been reading about, who seemed to have been blessed by God to get into sexy situations, didn’t get so much as a handjob for 18 fucking months. How did this happen? Read on.

I was coming to the end of my degree overseas – I was getting excited to return home. I was going to be working instead of building student loan debt for the first time and I was planning on trying to rekindle the flame with Sally. We still occasionally talked to each other, mostly by email or I think MySpace. You read that right. MyFuckingSpace. This was the spring of 2006 so it might have been Facebook but I don’t think it was. I thought we were going to be able to just go back to how it was before I had left. Then one day I see the news on her MySpace. It tears my heart right fucking out of my chest. She’s in a relationship. I stare at the loved up photo and I try to trick myself into thinking Sally doesn’t look happy in it. It doesn’t matter. She’s moved on. I somehow manage to finish my studies and try to move on too.

My job search moves away from New York where Sally was. Instead I try looking first for places back home but nothing is hiring for my field. Eventually I find something in the South in a big city and I decide to take it. And it fucking sucks. I’m not with Sally. I’m not near family. I’m isolated. I also don’t want to start a politics argument but I come from the North East and have typical North East politics and I’m now in a place with traditional Southern politics and I just hate it more. The only way I survive is I throw myself into my work and going to the gym – only these two things do I do for the nearly next 18 months. Gym – work – gym – work. Over and over. It was good for my career and for my body – it was terrible for my well being. And that’s also how I ends up going through a dry period of **18 fucking months**.

It changes in the fall of 2007. I get an email from an old college friend. He’s organizing a yearly catch-up and saw that I was back in the country and would I like to come. I briefly think about saying no just stewing in my misery and then I decide it’ll be good for me. I say yes. I book flights. And I find myself dressed up smart casual at a dinner with about a dozen other people. We’re all 25-27 years old at this point and all so mature – look at us with the mature dinner instead of a night of drinking. I knew a few people there and was genuinely happy to see some familiar faces after all this time. One of the people was Hannah. Do you remember her? She was Sally’s soccer friend [that had caught us in the locker room](https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/nukrp4/mf_the_saga_of_sally_part_5_locker_room_audience/) – you can see where this is going.

I say: “how have you been?” and she says: “I got married” – and before I could even congratulate her she adds “and divorced.”

The years had been kind to Hannah. She still worked out and stayed in shape but she had given up on soccer and therefore was now more womanly in her fashion. The ponytail was gone – replaced with a stylish blonde bob. She had taken to tanning whether natural or fake I couldn’t tell. And she still had that soccer girl bubble butt. How do I know this? Because she has turned up to this dinner in the tightest green dress I’ve ever seen. It’s basically painted onto her and it hugs her backside tightly. She pulls me into a giant hug when she sees me, whispers that she’s sorry Sally and I never worked out, and we end up sitting together at dinner talking the night away. When the group finally breaks up for the night – Hannah and I go off to a nearby bar to keep drinking and talking. I might be in a dry patch but I know when a woman is flirting with me. Hannah’s hand is constantly stroking my arm – her leg brushing up against mine. The talk gets riskier and riskier the more and more we drink. I learn that she is also in a dry patch of 6 months.

“I still think about catching you in that locker room” she says suddenly. I swallow – my cock twitches. It’s starting to launch a cyber attack over my body to take control of my brain. “Yeah?” I say – a real smooth talker. She laughs and says: “it was the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever saw. The only way it could have been better was if it was me bent over.” *Shit shit shit*. My firewall is down. My cock is now in control. I say something like “it could be” and we both laugh like it was funny. I walk off to use the restroom at some point and see one of those old condom vending machines. I buy one and put it in my back pocket. I go back to Hannah and we keep talking for another couple of drinks before we decide it’s time to go home. As a gentleman I offer to walk her back to her car and we walk several blocks before we come to a small city park – she tells me her car is on the other side of it. I knew what was about to happen.

There is a clump of trees in the middle of the park and as we walk by it Hannah grabs me and pulls me into it. There are some lights around the border of the park, but in here it’s dark and I don’t think anyone could see us. Hannah throws herself at me and we start making out. My cock is achingly hard in seconds. *18 fucking months*. My hands are all over her body, squeezing every part of her I could. She seemed just as eager to grope me. My body is surprised at the development – to be touched by a woman again. I need fucking more. Hannah must have felt my bubbling arousal because she squats down in front of me in that skintight green dress and makes short work of my pants, fishing out my cock. It is harder than it has ever been. **18 fucking months**. When she wraps her lips around my shaft I forget we’re outside in a park and I groan loudly. Hannah is encouraged and starts to bob her warm, wet, hot mouth all over my cock. Sweet Jesus. I had missed this. I have no self control at all. My fingers drop to her short blonde hair, my hands grab her head and I start to thrust. It feels so fucking good. I look down at her checking that she’s okay with this and she looks up at me with fucking lust. I push deeper inside her mouth, fucking her face. But as good as that mouth is I need fucking more.

I pull her to her feet again, kissing her hard as my hands start to hike up her dress. It’s so tight and I’m so impatient that it feels like it takes years – it only took several seconds. I get it up over her hips and I see she’s wearing a black thong – with a dress that tight panty lines must be a concern. I almost rip the thong off of her, throwing it somewhere behind me – Hannah lets out a word of complaint before she falls silent as I kiss her. My hand drops to her pussy – she’s fucking wet. I think to myself if this is how you feel after 6 months imagine *18 fucking months*. She ends up on the ground. This previously smartly dressed woman is now on the ground of the park, branches and leaves everywhere, her skirt bunched up, her panties off – she spreads her legs for me. I have never put on a condom in my life quicker. I’m between her thighs in seconds, my cock pressing against her wet folds. When I push inside her we both let out mangled satisfied moans. Sex at last – dry patch over.

I can’t say the sex was anything special. It was just raw and rough. I drilled my cock into her so fast it’s amazing my cock didn’t catch on fire from the friction. The condom stole some of my pleasure but safe sex is important. Hannah wasn’t quiet either even though we were in a park in between the trees. She moaned and groaned as my cock raided her body. Her legs kept getting higher until they were resting on my shoulders and I fucked her into the ground. We were tunneling to China. It had been so long I was completely distracted by my own pleasure and Hannah had to beg for me to touch her clit. I pulled back a bit so I had room to work my thumb over her sensitive clit as I continued to thrust into her and her hands starting grabbing and squeezing the leaves that were near her hands. It didn’t take her long to climax. Her head rolled back. She moaned out my name. I could feel her clenching around me, her pussy throbbing around my cock. She definitely wasn’t faking it.

I could feel my own load coming but after 18 fucking months I didn’t want to cum inside a condom. I pulled out of her and tore the condom off my cock. With Hannah still in the throes of her orgasm I straddled her chest and pushed my cock into her mouth. I am very lucky that no one caught us then because even though it 100% was consensual in that moment it didn’t fucking look like it. Hannah was sprawled across the park ground. Her legs were twitching like crazy from her orgasm. She was moaning but the moans were muffled because I had pushed my cock inside her mouth. I fucked her face for about 10 seconds before my orgasm hit me. That poor fucking woman. It had been **18 FUCKING MONTHS**. I came like a fire hydrant. Her mouth was filled with my seed and she struggled to swallow it all, choking on some of it. In the post-nut clarity – my brain finally taking charge over my cock – I suddenly feel horrible and I help her onto her stomach so she could spit some of it out. My guilt can’t ruin how good it had fucking felt.

When we stood up to leave Hannah was a sight. Her hair was messy and all over the place. There were leaves in it. Her dress was creased and dirtied by the ground and there was a clear cum stain on the neck line from where she had spat some of my seed out. We couldn’t find her thong so she had to go pantyless. I did find and throw away the condom because it’s important not to litter. I walked her back to the car and we were both relieved no one saw us. She gave me a kiss on the cheek suddenly all chaste and said she had fun. I think both of us knew we shouldn’t have done what we did and that we would never do it again – but we both needed it.

And that was that. I returned to the South for my job and returned to my horrible life that I was growing to hate. And then I saw the news – maybe on Facebook by now – Sally was single again. My heart jumped up into my throat. Sweet Jesus. Did I get in touch? I didn’t want to look desperate. I chose to wait a month or two. Life took things into its own hand. I came home from work two weeks later to a little red flashing dot on my answer phone. I hit play without thinking about it, already walking off to the kitchen.

“YOU FUCKED HANNAH?!?!?!”

It was Sally’s voice.

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