fourth of july [m/f] (repost from tumblr) | 2016

One of the best fucks Joelle and I ever shared came very late in our relationship when it had certainly become strained close to breaking. We were civil but she was having a hard time dealing with multiple strong stressors in her life, first and foremost of which was her program at school.

It was Fourth of July and my best friend from college, Neal, was in from another city on the opposite coast. I had gone to meet him and another of our friends at a coffeeshop at 6:30am and had been out with both of them all day.

Joelle was spending the day at home trying to finish up multiple papers that were all due the next night as she sincerely wanted to meet Neal. I loved everything about Joelle, including the things that could have normally been considered “faults” such as her social anxiety; since she had a particularly wild side that came out when experiencing new things or on certain substances, which was still rather self-conscious but usually sexual and seductive, it seemed cute. At times her awkwardness felt like embarrassment at her own barely-contained sex-kittenish virility. She had been texting me throughout the day, and it was difficult to tell if she was only keeping me updated to let me know that she was trying her hardest to make it out, or if she was just keeping tabs on my own whereabouts.

Neal, our friends, and I ended up at a party quite a few mutual friends of mine and Joelle’s in attendance. At that point it was clear that Joelle was excited and rushing but at the same time panicky about her appearance and what to wear. “You’re gorgeous and I’m going to be happy as fuck to show you off to Neal. I couldn’t be more proud or confident in my girlfriend’s looks,” I told her, though she seemed unassured.

One of my favorite things to do with her was to take her shopping; much more so than with any of my exes. What she lacked in confidence she made up in having a perfect body. As I mentioned before, Joelle had worked as a very early “internet model” under various forms, for which she became very well-known and made a lot of money. She had done this for nearly seven years and her looks had not faded one bit even three years later. She was a natural blonde, very fair-skinned with some light freckles and huge deep blue eyes. She had the longest, thickest eyelashes I had ever seen on anyone to this date which were very sexy and gave her a certain permanently “bedroom-ish” look. Her body was insane - she was very petite and compact with very tight even tone but with a very bubbly, round ass and massive breasts. Her limbs were very thin and she was even forthcoming in the fact that if there was a contest for “boobs-to-arms ratio” she would win in a landslide. For these reasons, taking her clothes shopping rarely ended in the futile meltdowns that it sometimes had with other girls I had been with. Though she wasn’t always happy with her appearance, it was plain to her that she had the mannequins and models beat in the figure department. For me, getting to watch her try on all manner of tight, revealing, or otherwise scandalous clothes which she’d never actually let me purchase for her was quite satisfying. About a week before the Fourth, I had taken her out shopping for some new summer dresses. Some were quite sexy and represented something new that she was trying - scandalously short dresses as opposed to her standard cleavage-baring choices.

The party had moved to a bar that she had been to before and without further hesitation she said she was on her way. She showed up wearing one of the plainer dresses she had picked out - a brown, tan, blue and pink plaid sundress with an a-line skirt and five little buttons at the top which fully covered her fantastic rack. However, her first words to me were, “I ironed it down,” and yes, I saw that indeed, all five buttons were unbuttoned, the two sides ironed down in wings displaying some glorious, heaving cleavage. I took quick guesses as to which bra she was wearing. All of a sudden a rather boring dress had become quite spectacular and I rejoiced that now I was going to be showing off to Neal even more than I had presumed. Her naturally-blonde hair had recently been dyed dark, making her gorgeous pale skin and bright blue eyes come alive.

Unfortunately, I had been drinking for the better part of the day and she was just getting started. People were beginning to discuss heading downtown for the fireworks and how best to logistically do so. Neal, Joelle and I were having some good conversations, singing some Stone Roses that the dj was spinning, and I thought that not only was Neal quite impressed with her but genuinely was enjoying her company, which is not something I could say for he and many of my exes. He was well-aware of my proclivity for busty girls, but seemed genuinely impressed by Joelle’s looks.

As our drunk friends began splintering off for the fireworks, I felt Joelle grab me by the forearm softly. I knew this touch, though it wasn’t something I had felt for some time. She pulled me close and whispered that she wanted me to take her home. She hadn’t been at the bar for more than an hour. We quickly said goodbye to Neal, who was wasted at this point, and headed out, quickly catching a cab on the boulevard. In the cab she quickly grabbed my beard and breathlessly kissed me. I loved kissing Joelle, with her thick, pouty lower lip and small upper lip — something about holding her small frame and feeling her thin face against mine gave off a certain “lightness.” I was immediately hard but unfortunately wearing very tight pants. My hard cock was laying across my lap over my left leg, pointing right towards her. She put her hand on my leg, but I don’t think she was expecting to feel me hard there, and giggled. I put my right hand on her right leg and slowly slid my hand up her dress and felt how wet she was. I was shocked as we had been rather passionless for the past two months but was excited nonetheless. I wasted no time in shoving her underwear to the side and begin rubbing her clit. I was kissing her neck but drew my face away just in time to catch a memorable vision of her looking up out of the window of the cab tossing her head back in ecstasy as the golden streetlights sped past. I wished that I could pull her tits out and start sucking on one of her nipples as that was a surefire, dialed-in method of handily getting her off if I was already rubbing her so vigorously in circles.

We arrived at our house downtown, me visibly hard in my jeans and her weak, wet and trembling. I paid and we bolted through the front door. She threw me up against the wall in the foyer and kissed me some more, pushing her body against me, feeling my hard cock. I made the decision then to begin to temper my speed, forcing her to beg me for more. This was something I did often when she was being aggressive as it drove her up a wall, reducing her to a pouty, sexy little mess.

When we got upstairs we continued. I made sure to position my hardon so that she could feel it against her clit if she was facing me. She removed my shirt and started removing my jeans at which point I commanded her to slow down. The pouting was beginning already, “come on…” I relented and my cock came out. She dropped to her knees and began blowing me. No one sucked my cock the way she did; I’m not sure if her methods were just specifically cut out for uncut men or if it was just the fact that she didn’t spend an inordinate amount of effort choking herself with silly notions of attempting to deepthroat me, or if it was just her perfect combination of hand, mouth and tongue actions. She’d keep one hand tightly gripped around my cock at or near the base, usually squeezing me fairly hard, while the alternate hand was held up to her lips and moving in synchronization with her head as she moved it up and down my cock. Every once in awhile she’d take her mouth off of me, and start beating my now-wet cock off with both hands. It was usually too much for me to handle, and this night was no different. She was clearly very enthusiastic, moaning as she strained to take as much of my cock as possible. As she was kneeling below me, I could see straight down to her massive heaving cleavage below. I was naked and she was still full clothed…I reached down and slipped a hand into her dress where I toyed with one very large, fully-hard nipple. She squeaked loudly with her mouth full of the head of my cock and began moaning louder. My other hand came to rest on the top of her head. Her, being a natural submissive, enjoyed a certain “roughness” when it came to sex: being called a slut and a whore, lots of spanking, some light choking, and especially having her hair pulled while blowing me or me holding her head in place, pinning her arms down, handcuffing, or tying her up, and ramming my cock down her throat. Just the suggesting of my hand on the back of her head turned her on too much and she needed to be fucked right then.

She got up and led me upstairs. She got up on the bed, knelt there and removed her dress slowly up and over her head. She had been wearing a new, very cute turquoise bra and thong set. I had guessed incorrectly. As her dress slid up past her breasts her body looked magnificent stretching out, with her breasts pressing together with nowhere else to go, spilling out over the top of her bra. I pushed her down and laid on top of her, kissing her. Every time my hard cock came anywhere near her clit she squealed with delight. Her body felt amazing against mine, and this new bra was giving her breasts a very round quality of fullness. She was a complete hardbody everywhere except for two places - her significant breasts and ass. All her other spots were hard as a rock and that dichotomy was a huge turn-on for me.

I slowly slid down and began kissing her around her hips, belly, and the tops of her thighs. As pretty as she looked in her new lingerie and as sorry as I was to see it go, I slid her thong off to reveal her cute little tuft of short, very blonde and fine pubic hair. I began to kiss her very close to her pussy then - first to the left and then to the right, breathing heavily against her clit so that she would shudder in anticipation and wanting. She was not that drunk but was shocking me with some of her out-of-character dirty talk, including, "please…please put your tongue on it!" and "make my pussy wet for your huge cock!" The last one did me in, she seldom mentioned my size because, as she had once put it, she “didn’t want to put me at the huge self-confidence advantage that I deserved from knowing” what she secretly thought about it. I knew from her friends though, who giddily filled me in that I was the biggest she had ever been with, which was sometimes accompanied by those sly looks that jealous friends can sometimes give. I was proud of myself for consistently resisting these temptations.

So I let the tip of my tongue lightly brush her clit. My arms were already wrapped around her thighs, with my hands pressing down on her skin just above, letting her feel my breath. Her senses were delayed and sent the signal to her brain on a slight delay, as if she didn’t know at first whether I had really licked it or if it was just my heavy breathing again. She groaned audibly and loudly. I hesitated a brief second and flicked my tongue again. The same loud, delayed reaction.

After teasing her for only a few brief moments I went full-on in to licking her clit. I licked one of my fingers and slowly slid it up and down her lips; she loved being caressed on the outside of her pussy like this when I went down on her. She was sometimes overstimulated by simultaneous pressure on her g-spot and clit, but sometimes very receptive to it. I presumed this might be one of those times and I slipped my middle finger in shallowly and began rubbing the spot right behind her clit where I was licking and sucking. The noises that she made were very cute, not deep or screaming like some girls I had been with, but almost seemed like they aligned with fear or embarrassment. They were very high-pitched, long, loud tones. She was holding my hair with both hands, and her legs were raised in the air. Suddenly she began climaxing as I maintained g-spot pressure with my finger but she gyrated away from my mouth. Within moments she was saying “fuck me. Fuck me now!” I removed her bra and pushed her onto her back and without any hesitation roughly shoved my cock into her. I put my hand on her chin, gripping her jaw, and pushed her head back, plowing her. She loved the sound of my balls slapping her ass, and as it was a hot night in July, my balls were swinging and hitting her in the ass. I loved watching her large tits when she laid on her back - they appeared as near perfect circles on her ribs, and as I fucked, her large nipples amidst tiny areola swam around in circles rhythmically. I was already getting close and was ashamed of myself; under normal circumstances I had great stamina. She usually didn’t go in for deep penetration from behind but I thought she was turned on enough to go for it, so I flipped her over and drew her beautiful round backside up to my waiting cock. As I eased it in, her tightness relented, causing the head of my cock to swell up beyond normal size. I loved when this happened because it assured a little extra reaction as it eased in. She was facing the pillow, but the moment I slipped in, she yelled and looked up at me, smiling, and began laughing as I started stroking.

I didn’t want the rare doggy-style fucking to end, so I took it slow and didn’t go all the way in. I reached around and began rubbing her clit the way she liked it — in small circles, very fast and with lots of pressure. My other hand was resting on the small of her back, but as soon as I sensed another orgasm coming on for her I began pinching her nipple. From this position I knew I could hold out a lot longer, as I seldom came from any position where I couldn’t see her breasts.

I started fucking harder and pushed all the way in. She began cumming soon after and I was relentless. As I felt the first wave die down and her muscles release their hold on me, I kept going in exactly the same manner. I felt the second wave hit shortly thereafter. By the third wave her orgasms became indecipherable from the downtime between them, and when she couldn’t handle it anymore she put her hand back against my torso and sat up, pressing her back into my chest and turning to kiss me. I stopped rubbing her clit and slowed my strokes, and began playing with both of her breasts.

"I want to be on top and then I want to watch you cum all over my tits." This dirty talk was a little more standard. She loved watching me cum and frequently remarked on its glory. Once, drunk at a dinner party, she told a story of back when I had roommates, and we had fucked in a closet. As she was finishing me off with her hand, I came so hard that it hit the ceiling. Our dinner companions had blushed. As she climbed on top of me and maneuvered me inside of her, I felt as though it would not be long. Her big tits looked beautiful, swaying back and forth as she rode my cock. Her brow was raised in that way that under other circumstances looks like an expression of sympathy, but in this case was registering extreme arousal. She was tired and shaky from her orgasms so was riding me slowly. She laid down to kiss me, pressing her significant breasts against my chest, and I felt yet another twinge of impending orgasm. However, I wanted to wait for her request. It arrived as soon as the thought crossed my mind: she whispered in my ear "cum for me." I jumped at the opportunity.

She spun around, knelt and pressed her breasts together, squeezing her own nipples, as I took my cock in my hand. I didn’t even need to stroke it, I just squeezed right beneath my head and erupted. The very initial shot landed on her resting cleavage, but the second shot arced over her shoulder and onto the bed, then the third and then the fourth. The fifth landed on her face, and then a sixth bigger and stronger shot. She yelled “oh!” and began to laugh. Finally, by some of the later shots, I had corrected my aim and was cumming onto her chest. She was looking down, biting her lip and watching me continue to shoot cum onto her beautiful body, with cum dripping off of her cheek.

We collapsed together laughing as she wiped the cum from her face and we kissed. It was 3am by this time and we fell asleep shortly thereafter, with her head on my chest and hand stroking my chest hair, bathing in the glory of one of our most epic sexual encounters.

originally posted at revolutionarylibertine