[MF] Breakup Sex Just Hits Different

This is the story of how the worst break-up conversation of all time stunningly turned into an indescribably hot fuck. Making it out of this conversation alive felt like a true triumph, and then somehow, by the end, we were ripping each others’ clothes off. This is too long, so skip to the ******* for “the good stuff.”

So, the first thing to know about Zoe is that she is viciously smart — like, smarter than everyone. If she was in your college class, you’d definitely be scared to be wrong about something, and if you were, she’d definitely let everyone know it. Not in an intellectual-dick-measuring kind of way (usually), but because she was a very serious student and she was very good at it. A professor-in-the-making. She’s a radical, queer, feminist who wrote essays on philosophy and politics for lit-magazines and made weird artwork, and genuinely *terrified* most men. Swoon.

The second thing to know about Zoe is that she is extremely good looking. She’s half Jewish and like, mega-pretty — think mean Natalie Portman if she had a few tattoos and presented as queer. At the time of our romance, her thick dark hair was cut short in a messy, punky, pixie cut sort of thing. Almost as if to make her less gorgeous, but that was impossible. She has giant blue eyes that were wide open and intense. Her bright pink lips jump out so much from her fair complexion, and her huge, toothy smile always feels like a reward. She ran track then too so her slender frame was covered in wonderfully toned muscles– especially her legs, her abs, and her ass.

Some things to know about me: I am an absolute SUCKER for women like Zoe to this day (partly thanks to her). I’m 6’2, athletic, lots of chest hair and a beard, kind of swarthy-handsome, and just generally very masculine looking, but in manner, I’m usually gentler than people expect. Intellectually, I check a lot of the same boxes as Zoe — I was studying art and politics and a real critic of… basically everything at the time.

Some things to know about us: we were drawn to each other almost immediately and we had been fucking each others brains out on an almost daily basis for a semester and really enjoying most parts of the relationship (but especially the sex). We’d spend all day fucking, watching films, reading essays and poetry, cooking fancy things, and doing any other pretentious thing that two college know-it-alls would do. Things took a pretty sudden turn towards the end of the semester, and to my shock, one day she texted me basically saying she was done with my bullshit and needed to talk about ending things.

The break up: Remember how I said she is a viciously smart feminist? Up until that point I had managed to pass all her tests and impress her in all our debates, but when I got to her house that afternoon I experienced the FULL sharpness of her critical side. She was stern at the door. I sat on the couch in her studio apartment and she sat up on the arm of a chair, arms folded across her chest. And then she uncorked a BRUTAL, razor-sharp speech — basically a dissertation on what a scrub I was. She laid into me worse than anyone ever has, to this day — how fucked up I was about X, Y, Z, how I’m a phony, how I’m a misogynist, and on and on. Example after example. It was impressive honestly. Merciless. I’m just sitting there crying, trying to survive this firing quad.

When it was my turn to talk I apologized profusely. She was right about most of it — I was a dumbass, depressed, 21 year old flake and I was insensitive and oblivious. I definitely fucked up and hurt her feelings. I told her how shitty I felt and how I was thankful for her honesty so I could learn from my mistakes, and do better. I explained a bit of context without sounding too defensive, but in truth, a lot of my flakiness was about depression and generally being a mess. By now it had probably been over an hour. She finally let up a little bit and got a bit teary eyed. She repositioned and got on the couch beside me and finally put her arm around me.

The break up sex***********************************************************************

This turned into a hug. The hug turned into a nuzzle, a kiss on the cheek. She touched my ear lightly — by then she knew exactly how sensitive they were. She kissed my ear gently and sweetly apologized for how harsh she had been.

“You’re not so bad,” she whispered as she pet my hair. From there we moved into saying sweet things to soften the pain of the break up. The sweet compliments edged closer and closer to sex. She tried to dryly compliment our sex life without it turning into dirty talk.

“I’ll really miss your dick,” she said with a smirk. “You know you have the best pussy I’ve ever had,” I shot back. By now my body was feeling wild– I had been crying for like two hours, trying to ride out an extremely hard conversation, and now my dick was getting hard and the bulge was obvious (Here’s an idea of what it looked like:[https://imgur.com/a/Ko1WpAV](https://imgur.com/a/Ko1WpAV)). Zoe fucking loved to see my dick bulging in my pants. She looked down at it and furrowed her brow — her lust was always SO obvious.

“Hey! Put that away!” she teased and her laugh cut so much of the tension.

“Sorry! You know I love when you talk dirty,” I teased back.

“I WASN’T talking dirty,” she protested and slapped my leg. By now our faces were closer than they should have been, but we weren’t kissing yet.

She set her hand on my thigh and said “You know, kissing you makes me wetter than getting head from most people…” and she licked her lips subconsciously. Insanely sexy. A demon.

“I can’t see your mouth or tongue without getting hard,” I said — basically pleading at that point.

We finally kissed and it was still such a shock after the vitriol from earlier. She grabbed my bulge. I grabbed her ass. We wanted to devour each other. After a few minutes we started to laugh at the absurdity.

“Should we stop?” I asked. She really gave it some thought, but kept stroking me over my jeans. “What if… we continue?.. BUT no one gets to cum,” she pointed her finger in my face for emphasis. She fucking loved games like this. Diabolical.

“Seriously?” I smiled, but I knew she was serious.

“Yeah,” she said as if it was a perfectly normal plan.

With that we were right back in our furious make-out and we started stripping each other. I was so hard my dick was pointing up towards my belly button, and she was so wet that her thighs were wet. She climbed on top in a flash and immediately took me down almost to the balls. Lots of “fucks” and “oh my fucking God” later, and I grabbed her ass to slow her down.

“What?.. Do we need to stop?” she teased through a big smile and I almost died.

“Fuck you” I smiled back as I pick her up and flipped us both over so that I was on top, her legs up on my shoulders. I sank my whole dick into her slowly. “You aren’t close to cumming are you?” I teased back.

“You know I am,” she whispered as she pulled me in for a kiss.

I pushed her legs back until her knees were almost beside her face and just pushed myself deeper and deeper. Zoe was the first real size queen that I ever met and she lost her mind when I really deep dicked her. She had also measured me because she was like that.

“I still can’t believe you can take all 8 inches like that — you’ve got the most amazing cunt I’ve ever felt,” I growled in her ear. She loved that kind of praise. She started to mumble all kinds of dirty talk at that point — just thinking out loud– “such a great dick” “so fucking deep” etc.

Then something unprecedented happened. I turned us a bit so she was sitting up on the sofa with her knees still pushed back beside her head — folded in half — and I pushed as deep as I could and felt a different kind of bottoming out. My head felt like it popped into a new corner of her pussy — I later found out this was called a fornix.

“Holy fucking shit” she quivered and we looked at each other in shock.

“Is that okay? Does it hurt?” I was genuinely worried

“Don’t stop” she begged.

I pulled back a couple inches and pushed in again and really THUMPED into her back wall. Her eyes rolled back. I did it a couple more times — THUMP, THUMP. She was a goner. It felt insane — her tight lips gripping me tight around the base, her tight back wall enveloping my head, and every inch in between her burning-hot, soaking wet, silky smooth walls wrapping me up. It was absolutely heavenly.

I was getting too close to the edge so I pulled out and could not believe how shiny and soaked my dick was. Her wetness was dripping off my balls. I was laughing at how hot it was. She was breathless, her perky tits heaving, her abs flexing as she gasped, “What the fuck?”

“‘No one cums’,” I reminded her of her own words — aping her cadence.

She couldn’t believe it and for one of the first times ever she had no clever comeback. Before she could collect herself, I grabbed a fistful of her hair right above her forehead and pulled her head forward as I stuffed as much of my dick as I could into her mouth. I got about half in before hitting the back of her throat — whenever she gagged she also smiled really big. I pulled out and she gasped and smiled through tears in her eyes — she loved when I got that dominant and turned her into my sex-crazed, big dick slut. I fucked her face for a few more minutes and savored it. Then I stopped being mean and went back to full-stroking her pussy.

THUMP THUMP THUMP. She was on the edge again. “You can’t take much more, you’re going to cum,” I whispered in her ear. She couldn’t talk anymore. “I should probably stop…” THUMP THUMP “Before…” THUMP THUMP THUMP “you break the rules.” I slowed down for a second. “Seriously, do you want me to stop before you cum?” I asked — I didn’t want to break the rules unless I was sure she was down. She just smiled really big, but refused to say it. Then she stuck out her tongue — our well-established code for me to cum all over her face and THUMP THUMP THUMP. Her eyes were rolling back in her head. She was cumming HARD, hard. I was holding on for my life and just managed to pull out and utterly paint her tits, neck, and face. We laughed again at the absurdity of this whole day.

We collapsed in a sweaty heap and after a minute she said, “That was unstoppable.” Great word choice.

“Yeah… it’s just too insanely good,” I got out between heavy breaths, “Wow, so, you think that was the last time?” I asked.

“Oh, I can’t imagine,” she smiled.

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