As I mentioned in my previous post with Jay, we broke up soon after I lost my virginity to her. We had a pretty heavy conversation about our worldviews one night, and the next morning she tells me to check my e-mail, and there’s a long essay about how we’re through. Between holding out sex for 11 months, the dissatisfaction of breaking up just because I made myself emotionally available, and purely out of my ego, I was furious. We had these embarrassingly dramatic shouting matches over the phone that all my hall mates could hear. Like I said, I didn’t take it well.
However, we reconnected in a few months, she visited me at least once and we kept in touch via text. Fast forward to the next semester, I’m working at another dorm with big apartment-style quarters, and I have the place to myself. I had been with a few girls in between this moment and when Jay and I broke up, one girl and I had sex about three times a day for about four months straight, so I had a lot more experience now. One night, I’m at my dorm and have to stay in, as I was on duty. She begins to text me and she slowly starts to rant about the guy she’s currently dating, this pasty guy with a shitty old sports car, he looked pretty underwhelming on Facebook. I start angling the conversation to him being a lucky guy to be able to get his hands on her, and she let’s me know they currently have a “Don’t ask, don’t tell” policy. Needless to say, an invite soon followed. Once we both realized we were dead serious, she was on her way over. My heart was racing, and I was literally shaking from the adrenaline, as I was about to reclaim my ex gf while she was still dating her rebound. I wasn’t yet 21 but still had some booze, and got a quick drink to calm my nerves.
As I described her in my previous post, Jay “knew how to put herself together and had some exotic attributes, Latin and maybe some Native American, if I remember correctly. I’ve described her before as looking like Morticia from Addams Family, who is beyond sexy, just soft around the edges, with long, dark hair, big brown eyes, strong facial features, and a nice hourglass figure with a broad hips and DD tits.” She texted me that she was here and I greeted her in the street. We said our hellos before I cut to it, “Is this really happening?” She didn’t respond but didn’t show any reluctance with her body language, I went in for a soft, sensual kiss on her lips, and she pushed her lips back on mine. I had my answer.
I escorted her though the hall of my dorm, trying to make casual conversation, and into my room, showing her my new place. Finally, we sat down, me on a big chair and her on the couch facing me. We eventually reached a lull in the conversation, and she was staring at me without hesitation, I realized I had to make my move, and it’s exactly what she wanted. I moved and sat next to her on the couch, and kissed her lips, but I took my time now that we were in private. We begin to make out, I kiss down her neck and nibble on her ears, which she loves, and immediately she starts to make noises like I had never heard her make before, somewhere between hyperventilating and arousal. It was extremely hot. Finally, she had enough, and pushed me in the chest to get off of her, and made me fall back into the chair I was originally sitting in.
I don’t know how my clothes came off but before I know it, her lips are around my cock and my hand is on the back of her head. She always had been an amazing cocksucker, using her hands and her mouth at the same time to bring me to orgasm effortlessly. It was so hot to be this quickly back with my cock in my ex’s mouth, and I made sure to say her name as she sucked me, just to help myself register what was going on. Soon, I had enough myself, and didn’t want her to finish me too quickly. Just as she pushed me onto my chair, I pushed her on the floor. I lifted her shirt to suck on a nipple as I wrestled her bottoms of, she was halfway in between moaning and whimpering again, it could not have been a more dominant feeling. With all of her clothes off, I place my left hand on her stomach and my right middle and index finger inside her as she lied on her back. We may have only fucked for a month while we were together, but I knew how she liked to be fingered, and it was hard. I curl my fingers up inside her and move them up and down as rough as I can as she proceeded to lose her mind. Finally, when she had enough, I bring them back to my mouth for a taste before grab her legs and swing her towards my cock.
I had wanted to tease her clit and lips with my head and shaft but she had other ideas. She grabbed the base of my shaft and positioned my cock right between her lips. She wanted all of my cock and didn’t want to wait for it. All I had to do was push, and I slid all seven inches of me inside her. Between our breakup and then, my experience showed. It only took a couple of thrusts before we found our rhythm and I was fucking her brains out. It didn’t take much pounding before I knew I was going to lose it, so I relaxed my hips and took a breath. Between the fingering and brief fucking, she wanted my cock back in her mouth. She pushed me again, to the floor, wrapped her thumb and index finger around the base of my shaft and pumped away with her hand and mouth. It wasn’t long before I told her I was going to cum, and with her hand she finished me, and I shot ropes of cum all over the carpet. It was such an intense orgasm I sat there catching my breath. “Don’t touch me!” I playfully commanded, as my nerves were firing so much, I was too sensitive to handle anything else than what she had already given me. We both laugh and start to get out clothes on.
She got fully dressed and headed to the bars that night, and later told me she had a guy she knew approached her and tell her how radiant she looked, and how something about her just looked out of the ordinary, she was glowing so much. She was convinced it was from our intense fucking, and I love that she was so convinced of it. I had told her as she was leaving my place that this was probably a bad idea, and rash, and that we shouldn’t do it again. But this girl’s sexuality was too much to quit, and we had plenty more fun with each other over the next years. Nothing will top that night though, and the thrill of getting back on top of her.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/874ur6/mf_reclaiming_my_ex