This turned out way longer than I had planned. Hopefully you all enjoy it. And be sure to let your thoughts out in the comments…
Ginny will be reading them too.
For those looking for the good stuff, I’ve marked it in bold.
Happy reading!
**STORY**
Let’s just say Ginny and I had… a history.
Long story short, we met our senior year, got together on Grad Nite, dated for about a year, and it ended. But that doesn’t tell the whole story.
**DESCRIPTIONS**:
Greg – 19 years old, 6’/170lbs, slender but not scrawny, strong but not buff. Dirty blonde medium length hair and a full beard. 7″ cock (nothing special, but definitely thicker than average)
Ginny – 18 years old, 5’2″/120lbs, slender physique, thick dark curly hair, naturally tanned olive skin color showing her Hawaiian background, thin dark rimmed glasses, 34b cup breasts that perfectly fit her frame and an ass so unfairly perfect. The definition of “nerd hot” embodied.
This night happened 2 years ago. We hadn’t talked in months since the breakup.
Suddenly, unexpectedly, she messaged me “Hi Greg… can we talk?”
I couldn’t say no. I still loved her just as much as I knew she loved me. So I agreed to meet her.
We met at a park we always used to go to; neutral ground. It was late, 10pm. The conversation started out tense and reserved, but, as all “discussions” tend to, it fleshed out into the nuts and bolts of what we were, and what had happened.
“What about all the things we said we’d do together, Ginny? What about the road trips? The museum? The Zoo? All these things we were planning?”
“I still want that! I’m sorry I let you go. I never wanted that. I still want to do every single one of those things. One of those sticks out to me though,” she looks at the ground and kicks one of the wood chips near her.
“What’s that?”
She looks up at me over her glasses, nervous, but determined. A smirk. A lip bite. “The hotel.”
(Back when we were planning to do this, we already did our research and picked one out, not too far from where we were at this park. I knew, the second she said this, it was going to happen.)
Without much else to say, knowing how much we wanted each other, knowing there was no point in arguing further. The energy between us was electric as it had always been. Yes we loved each other, but we also LUSTED for each other. We got under each other’s skin in a way neither of us had ever known before. We would simply lock eyes, and we knew the next few hours would be spent in bed.
The drive over wasn’t long, but the sexual tension in the air could be cut with a dull, rusted knife. I put my hand on her thigh and felt her react. Eyes closed. A slight gasp. A practically whispered whimper. She was horny. Probably more horny than I’d ever seen her.
Me being the tease-monster I am, I removed my hand, smirking at the reaction I’d gotten. She knew she couldn’t let me get away with it. She put her hand on my thigh, but starts rubbing. Her hand goes higher and higher on my leg until it lands right on my bulge. A slight squeeze, a sharp intake of breath from me. It was all she needed. She giggled, removed her hand, and I slammed on the gas.
We get to the hotel. I get a room, get the key, and we go to the room. Keycard in lock. Door open. We go inside and shut the door.
**GOOD STUFF STARTS HERE**
We didn’t even bother to turn the lights on. We dropped our stuff wherever it wouldn’t get in the way and she pounced on me. Grabbed both sides of my head and pulled me into a kiss I hadn’t felt for over a year.
There’s panting, there’s moaning. She pushes me back onto the bed and climbs on top of me. Our hands are exploring every inch of each other.
I decide to take the reigns, grab her by the waist while she’s on top of me, and spin us around, putting me on top. Her submissive side loves this, and she whimpers in acceptance.
I pull her shirt off to reveal a perky and gorgeous set of tits. Pink nipples are standing on end. I take one of them in my mouth while massaging the other one. She moans her approval, and she practically rips my shirt off me in response.
Once I decide she’s ready, I start kissing down her perfectly flat stomach, rising and falling with every pant she releases. Soft kisses. Agonizingly slowly down the length of her torso.
Then I get there.
Due to our late night meetup, we were both wearing pajamas. I know they’re thin. I know she can feel everything through the layer. I kiss her inner thighs. I move closer to her pussy… then pass right over it, moving to the other leg instead. She responds in kind with sharper gasps, followed by a sigh and a “You fucking tease.”
I laugh, knowing she loved it, but hated me for doing it at the same time. I yank the pants off, she raises her hips, showing me she wants them off as much as I do. I toss them across the room.
I lick her a few times through her pink panties, but Ginny won’t take it. “Greg, please” she whimpers. She wants it. And I’ve teased her enough.
I rip the panties off as fast as I could to reveal her sweet, clean-shaven pussy. It and the surrounding area are absolutely soaked to where the minimal light in the room was shining off it.
I start tongue-only. Licks up and down, bottom to top. Circling my tongue around her clit. The feeling of her jerking from me hitting it is noticeable.
She’s squirming under my work. She’s moaning “Fuck… Greg… fuck…”. I insert one finger in, slowly, she lets out a long “OOOOOoooohhhh god,” before resuming her symphony of reactions. I insert a second and get an even bigger “FUUUUUUCK” out of her.
Now I have two fingers deep inside her, working hard, and I have my tongue encircling her clit.
She couldn’t take it. “I have to taste you” she says. I pull up, she forces me on my back, and her lust puts all teasing out the window. She positions herself between my legs and inhales my cock.
Her wet mouth was warm. Her tongue exploring every inch of me. She licks up the shaft while kneading my balls. Submissive as she was, she felt in control here. She took me in again, and starts bobbing up and down. Every gulp has her tongue sliding along the length, practically making me cum right there in her mouth. But I wasn’t done yet.
I put my hand on her head and tell her how sexy she is. She looks up at me with the cock in between her lips and I knew she would never take it out if I didn’t stop her.
But I had to. I needed to fuck her. She needed me inside her. She lays on her back and I position on top. I guide my member to her opening, our eyes locked and never breaking contact.
We feel the head go in. We both gasp. I slowly push the shaft deeper, and she squirms and writhes under me. “Oh my god, you’re so fucking big inside me” she pants out.
I get a rhythm going. In and out. Eyes are locked the whole time. We make out while I pump into her. It’s passionate. It’s real. It’s LONG overdue.
Then something starts building. She’s getting tighter. Her leg muscles start tensing up. “Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god! Don’t stop Greg, please don’t stop. PLEASE let me cum!”
I don’t need any encouraging. I slide in and out of her in an unbreakable rhythm, marveling at watching her overcome with orgasm. Her eyes go wide. Her mouth agape. I take the opportunity and kiss her, deeply, passionately. She moans into my mouth and lets out gasping breaths as the orgasm passes.
She pulls away from the kiss. “I love you Greg.”
“I love you too, Ginny.”
Then she notices something… I’m still inside her… I’m still hard… I’m still slowly pumping.
“Did… did you cum?” she asked in a mousey and embarrassed voice.
I smirk. I kiss her. I shake my head. “Nope.”
Suddenly, right then, right there, the mood multiplied by an order of magnitude. I’d never seen her so turned on. Her eyes shined with nothing but animalistic lust.
She wraps her legs around my back.
“Fuck me, Greg!”
Me, being the teaser I am, start kissing her neck, and very softly whisper into her ear. “What was that?”
She pushed me back. She locked eyes with me. She wasn’t messing around this time.
“FUCK. ME. HARD. RIGHT NOW.”
I didn’t need any more goading. I grabbed her by the thighs and pulled us closer together. No more teasing, no more foreplay. I lock into another kiss, our tongues probing each other’s, and guide my still-hard cock into her and immediately push down to the hilt. A long moan breaks the kiss.
I start building up speed. In and out, in and out, in and out. Pounding. Slamming. Fucking her with all I’ve got.
“YES GREG! HARDER! PLEASE FUCK ME HARDER!”
I sit up and grab her thighs for leverage and put all I’ve got into ramming my cock as deep into her as I possibly could.
*SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK*
Unrelenting. The world melts away. There’s just us fucking. Nothing else exists. Nothing else matters. No attempts at being quiet. We don’t give a fuck.
Her moans and pants have turned into gasps and squeals.
Then the panting gasps get faster. The squeals go up in pitch.
My balls start seizing up. I can feel the wave about to crash over me, and I know she’s feeling the same.
The buildup seems to last forever, until finally I feel her convulse. Her tight pussy walls tighten even more and grip my cock in a vice grip, not wanting to let it go. “Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease, oh god, oh god, oh god, OHHHHHH GOOOOOOD!”
That was it. The siren that announced the finale. Her whole body twitched, her legs went absolutely rigid. A gasp caught in her throat. She’s quivering head to foot.
This was the last I needed too. I let myself go. I groan loudly and shoot string after string of cum into the condom, still inside her.
We ride this wave for what feels like forever. We’re locked together in simultaneous orgasms that feel like they’ll never stop, and we don’t want them too.
After what felt like years, we finally come back down. She’s panting. Small muscles are twitching in the aftermath of her intense orgasm. Sweat is matting her hair to her forehead, and she’s panting like she just ran 10 miles nonstop.
“Jesus. Fucking. Christ.” was all she was able to get out between breaths.
There’s nothing more beautiful than a woman reeling off a huge orgasm, just contemplating what she just felt.
I pulled out of her, rolled next to her, and we wrapped each other up. Nothing in the world outside this room existed.
That was just the first in a night unlike any other. We ended up using 11 condoms that night. Every one just as good as the last, but that first one will always be the best sex we ever had.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6nxbyl/first_night_at_the_motel