Sullivan and I had sort of an on again off again relationship. Most of the time we were off, but the times when we were on were great. I have one in mind that I’d like to share.
We had already fucked several times prior to the Saturday night we were to hang out. Sully was interesting in that she enjoyed short but intense bouts of sex. I’ll delve into that in more detail in a bit, but it’s worth mentioning that we both knew going in that we were hot for each other, and that we probably had only actually had sex for about an hour total.
She lived on campus at the time, and we went out to dinner at one of the restaurants a few blocks from her dorm. We chatted, talked about school, had a few beers, nothing out of the ordinary. But the entire time we seemed to be really absorbing each other’s conversation, and gazing into each others eyes. The vibe I got from her was that she was partially “I am really into you” and “I really want you into me”.
We finish our dinner and I take her back to her dorm. We didn’t hold hands as we chatted, but stayed close to each other. I never specifically asked her relationship status. One part of me didn’t care. Sully was clearly with me that night. Part of me also wanted her to be cheating on her boyfriend, as I like the idea of being forbidden fruit. And a last part of me didn’t want to break the mood with a discussion that could devolve into a discussion of her relationship.
So we talked about art, music, the state of the neighborhood she lived in, her cats, the proper cheese to sauce ration on a slice of pizza, and bunch of other random topics. Not that I wasn’t interested in her views on these subjects, I was. But that’s about the level we were on for that night.
We get back to her room as I was going on about how I thought of Montreal was overrated and weren’t really doing anything sonically interesting, and I noticed Sully wasn’t really listening. She had her head half-cocked to the side and was staring up at me, partially smiling, and nodding. Her eyes always got me. They were baby blue and gorgeous, and could stop me in my tracks whenever she cared to use them. It’s an unfair power that I really had no defense against. I looked into her eyes and saw that she didn’t really care what I was saying. She just liked looking at me while I was rambling on.
We immediately kissed. And it wasn’t a “getting accustomed to you again because we haven’t kissed in awhile” kiss. It was filthy and wet. Her tongue immediately shot into my mouth, and mine into hers.
And from there it went extremely quickly. I quickly wrapped one of my arms around her, and ran the other through her hair. Sullivan had fantastic hair. It was short and spiky and blonde, and I loved it. She put both her hands under my shirt to pull it off, as we continued to kiss at a frantic rate.
I pulled off her shirt, revealing her bra, which was pastel and lacy. Sully had massive tits that I adored, but never had enough time to appreciate. And I needed them, so off her bra came. She also had staggeringly large areolae (think Eden Mor) that I loved licking. But I knew my time was limited, so I quickly pulled her body to my face and started to suck her right nipple.
As expected, it lasted maybe a few seconds, before Sully quickly detached from me, and scampered away. She literally jumped on her her bed, landing on her back, took off her jeans and panties in one quick motion, and jammed four fingers inside her pussy. She looked down at herself for a second, and then looked back at me.
Her eyes were clearly saying “fuck me right this instant”.
I took off my pants nearly as quickly as she did, and put on a condom. As much as I would have adored going down on her, I knew it wasn’t what she wanted. She wanted to be filled, and I was happy to help.
Sully’s knees were up around her chest, arms limp, and had a look of determination and desire on her face. There was no warming up necessary. I got on top of her and thrust my cock in all the way until it hits her cervix. She lets out a loud sound that was a combination of a “grrr” and a grunt.
“I want to be bruised.”
There was no hesitation on my part. No waiting for her body to adjust. She wanted it hard, she wanted it deep, and she wanted it fast. So I did. She knew what was in store and was looking forward to it. I slammed into her repeatedly. I gripped the metal bar at the end of her bed for leverage. She tried to thrust her hips back at me, but couldn’t match my rhythm.
She was also loud. Grunting, grrrr-ing, little half-moans, and more grunting. She was so unbelievably wet, the backs of her thighs and in turn my body was glistening with her cum. Our flesh slapped together loudly. We fucked harder. And harder. And faster. And the moment before I was about to get off, I pulled the condom off and came all over her. The first shot missed her completely, the second got her tits, and the third her face.
My hips bucked as I came, and I let out a sort of unidentifiable sound. Low and primal. I fucked this girl as hard as I could, and despite it being for a short period of time, we were both spent. I collapse on top of her, lick some of my cum from her tits, and proceeded to catch my breathe. Her body relaxed, and she simply laughed. Not at me nor with me. But a kind of a laugh that went outward that couldn’t help but make you smile and feel like something amazing just happened.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8osagy/the_quickness_mf