He pushed [M]e, so I [F]ucked her (Long)

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No I’m not proud of this, and yes it is okay to read this in David Attenborough’s voice since this is basically some Gorilla mating hierarchy type of stuff, but hey, we’re all animals too.

Anyway back a few years ago I went to a university in Manhattan which shall remain nameless, but my friend from HS went to Pace. We used to smoke with his buddy, lets call him Jason, and got to being really good friends.

Sometimes Jason would bring his GF (call her Sarah) along when we went out to Piano/other LES bars that we could trade on her looks to get into. She was super nice and seemed for the most part really into him.

One night, Jason gets too drunk and starts shoving me for literally no reason, as drunk college guys trying to act tough in front of their girls are want to do. He was a good friend at this point (we’d been hanging out for three semesters) but I was also drunk, and had told him more than once to cut it out. But he didn’t, so I sort of of beat him up in front of his girl.

Jason, as the previous show off behavior would suggest, had a bit of a fragile ego and wouldn’t talk to me after that. I didn’t see him for weeks, but one night I was out with the HS friend at a Pace part in Brooklyn (the 3am kind with the people who just won’t give up), and I run into Sarah.

She was tipsy, and as soon as she saw me she came right over and started giving me all kinds of crap about what happened. I kind of laughed and tried to play it off (didn’t want to show up to some guy I didn’t knows rooftop party and start a scene). She eventually walked off when some girlfriend of her dramatically shouted her name, which was a relief. Drank a little more, got to know some people, etc.

Another half hour passed, people started leaving the party, I start to make for the door, lost in thought about whether I’m willing to pay for an Uber or take the subway. And BAM, popping out of nowhere like a goddam Pokemon.

She asks me where I think I’m going, I tell her home, she say’s no we’re going to Jason’s to patch things up. I remind her what time it is, but while nice, she’s not a pushover and she’s not taking no for an answer, so I just agree, and we walk with relatively little chat.

So we’re standing on the platform waiting for the A train and I notice she’s just staring at me. I try to ignore it, but finally I look up with a “…what?”, and she just squares up to me and shoves me. I look at her, she has this determined bratty look on her face, and I can’t help but laugh, which makes her do it again. And again. And Again.

I’m dying laughing at this point, she can barely keep her own balance being tipsy and in heels trying to shove a guy twice her size, but she’s not letting up. I tell her come on I’m not making the same mistake twice, so she can shove away. This was not the answer Sarah was looking for.

Come on she says, fight me. We had passed some of the light night NYPD officers on the way in, and I wasn’t looking for trouble, so I grabbed her shoulders, gently but firmly boxed her in against one of those square subway columns, looked her in the eyes and told her I was really sorry about what I did to Jason, that we were going to go see him right now, but she needed to cut it out.

With very little hesitation, Sarah grabbed my collar, pulled me into her and whispered in my ear “It made me fucking wet”, then bit my lip, grabbed my ass, ground her knee up into my crotch, and started kissing me.

I like to think I’m pretty in control of my hormones, but on a deep, monkey brain type level, she had got me. We made out all the way back to mine in one of the most excessive displays of PDA imaginable.

I don’t hadn’t had a dick that hard since middle school, and Sarah wasn’t messing around either. Soon as we got through the door, she gave a hard slap to the face, and that was that. I grabbed her hair by the root, pulled walked on her toes over to the counter, threw her down ass out, kicked her legs apart, and pulled her leggings+thong down around her ankles.

She was like like 5’2″ with one of those weird tight but also full little asses, and I just couldn’t help myself. I , gave her a good little smack, bent down, pulled her cheeks apart, and stuck my tongue in her ass. It was a risky move that could have gone either way, but within half a minute her hand had snuck its way between her legs, and she was playing with herself.

Once she got really turned on, she kept trying to angle her ass up so my tongue would hit her clit, but I was enjoying teasing her far too much. But as I said, though nice, this girl wanted what she wanted. So she bent her yoga trained arms back, tricking me pretending to run her finger through my hair as I was rimming her, then gripped it tight and force my mouth down onto her clit.

It was such a pro move I couldn’t really argue, and I was through with teasing anyway. I sucked her clit till it was all I could taste, then proceeded to push down hard against it with my tongue, rhythmically speeding up and slowing down licking it with my tongue. At first she was cursing softly, then more loudly, then as her clit swoll up in my mouth and her little ass started to tremble, it was so soft I could barely hear “shit, shit, shit” above the sound of her heels scraping my crappy apartment floor and her the leather of those heels bending/streching as she curled and uncurled her toes.

Finally she couldn’t take it any more, her toes turned inward, she went totally quiet, and her hips bucked so violently and she pushed back onto me so forcefully, that she basically came all over my face. I was totally soaked, in my eyes, even got some on my hair.

She took a moment to collect herself then spun around and stood up. I looked at her expectantly, waiting for the “so do you just stick your tongue in girls asses” or some sort of playful feedback, but she just looked back at me and started to undo my belt.

Reality checking back in, I painfully weighed ruining the moment but decided to ask her if it might not be better to go to my room seeing as our kitchen was flanked by two rooms filled with possibly awake roommates who knew Jason. She shrugged without looking at me, said nothing, and reached into my jeans to take an impressively firm grip around my pulsating erection.

She pulled it out. I’m a giraffe and she was 5’2″, so she used that to her advantage, angling her eyes up with that bratty look that I was so into, looking down only temporarily to spit on it, then just held eye contact in a staring contest while she stroked my dick in the middle of our kitchen where just about anyone could have walked in.

I broke eye contact, thinking I heard someone stir in one of my roomate’s rooms, and she instantly grabbed my chin and turned me back into her eyes, stroking me even harder. I needed her lips wrapped around it so badly, but she was eye fucking me so hard, and was so shameless about what she was doing, I was totally in trance.

I honestly couldn’t tell you how long this went on. I was so out of it. But she did eventually step out of her heels, and squatted down between my legs.

Now there are all kinds of oral sex, there’s “fellatio”, there’s head, there’s blow jobs… and then there’s sucking cock. This was the definitely the latter. Sarah grabbed my ass in both hands, stuck her tongue out, and swallowed as much of me as her poor little throat could handle. She was messy, she was loud, all the boxes ticked. She rammed her forehead into my abs, taking it all the way down, before coughing precum and spit back up onto my cock.

But then she made a mistake, instead of looking back up at me with that bratty stare, it was a total look of self satisfied “I’m good at this aren’t I”. And I have to admit, it set me off. She had had her turn, and now it was mine.

I grabbed her by the hair, brought her to her feet, and stripped her naked, long past the point of caring about being caught. I griped her by her delicate little throat and slowly walked her backwards into the living room till her knees hit the back of the arm of the coach, and our naked bodies collapsed down onto it.

Still bratty, still unwilling to give up control, I had to make it very clear by tightening my grip on her throat who was now in the lead. She kicked at me a little, but within seconds I had pried her little legs apart and shoved myself deep inside her. I pumped in and out, slowly at first, then faster, then harder, biting into her neck and choking her harder.

She squirmed and writhed under me, having a quick little orgasm, but still fighting against the way I had her arms pinned, which I’ll confess only made me that much harder. The more she fought to retake control, the harder I fucked her, till we were both covered in sweat and squeaking loudly on my shitty student couch.

But Sarah was, Sarah. And in proper Sarah form, she knew exactly how to throw me off. “Stop..Stop.” I stopped, confused, but she looked up at me and gently placed her hands on the back of my neck “can I sleep in your bed tonight?” I said “Yeah”, and she smiled and pulled me in for a kiss.

(—I don’t really know how to convey this in a way that works for an erotic story, but if you’ve had one of these weird, incredibly intimate moments with a someone you’ve never slept with during sex, you’ll know what I’m saying here, and why this really threw me threw a loop–)

Initially resistant she was now wrapping her arms and legs around mine and opening herself up to my thrusts willingly, moaning through our making out really loudly, angling her hips upward for maximum stretching/depth/clit friction. I could feel her little body start to tremble like before, this would be the big one.

The moans became more stifled, her back arched, I thrust deep, her sweaty little body pulled me in like a vice, it turned me on so much I could barely hold it, and then I felt her nails dug into my ass, she kissed me super deep, and the rhythmic pumping of her pussy on my cock as she came.

I was so turned on it was time. This whole night had basically been one big edging sesh. So I pulled out and began to tug.

And this is where Sarah entered forever into the halls of legend.

She sat up, looked at me with her big runny eyeliner eyes, and angrily said “what the fuck are doing REDACTED?” “I’m gonna cum” I told her panting, surprised that 3 wasn’t enough for her to let me have 1. “Uh uh” she said and got on her hands and knees. She looked back at me straight faced and said, “That’s mine, I earned it.”

So I grabbed I took her throat in one hand, her hair in the other, mushed her face down into the pillows, and fucked her till that tight little white butt turned bright pink, till every muscle in my body flexed, then shot the biggest, thickest load of my entire life up in her stomach, in the loudest and most intense grunting orgasm I’ve ever had. I collapsed beside her, cum pouring out of her all over the now sweat shined shitty couch.

After that we at some of the prosciutto/ other salty shit in my shitty fridge, emptied the Brita, and showered together then hopped into bed and actually spent the weekend together.

Anyway. That’s how I met my ex Sarah. We dated for 2 1/2 years.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/gwrwr6/he_pushed_me_so_i_fucked_her_long