Even after al[m]ost two years, the [f]iery desire to pound and fuck remains (the 2nd installment in a new series) | 2016

This happened two nights ago. We both think it's the best sex we've had in recent memory, if not our entire lives.

I'd just got back to the town our university is in the day before. Moved in to my new apartment, and my roommates hadn't moved in yet. I had my own bedroom, but I was glad they weren't there to hear the sounds.

We'd been living about three hours apart the whole summer. Roughly every other weekend, we would trade off going to see each other, and it helped immensely, but it wasn't the same or enough. Some major steam needed to be blown off (good steam!) to celebrate me being back in town.

My parents left to return home a few hours prior. It was about 5pm. While they were helping me move in, they had bought me groceries for a few days, and I'd thrown in a bottle of cabernet to celebrate moving in to a new place. But, I'd realized I didn't have a wine corker. I gave my girlfriend some cash and sent her to the CVS just up the street to buy one while I sauteed some chicken and snap peas. I realized while she was gone how much she brightened up the room; I missed her terribly during that ten-minute trip down the road. She came back, and I was overjoyed. I planted a big one right on her lips. She smiled with her lips closed like she cutely does, and handed me the wine corker. We were soon pretty tipsy. The whole time I cooked, we flirted - she would peck at my neck, put an arm around my waist, snuggle against my shoulder, while the olive oil sizzled in the pan.

I finished making dinner (enough for 4 people!) and we ate so much of it that I wasn't sure if I was going to have very much left over. All the while, pouring more wine. It was romantic, even with the paper plates and plastic silverware, since my roommate who was bringing the real plates & silverware hadn't moved in yet. The sexual tension was thick in the air. We were staring into each other's eyes, undressing each other in our minds. I picked up a snap pea - "What would you do if my penis was this small? Like, that night when we first had sex? What if I had just pulled that out and begun to stick it in you?" Subconsciously, I wanted to talk about sex. "Well, we'd work with it :) we know you're very good at other things [implying fingers, tongue, etc.], and it would probably still feel good. You know I love you for more than just your penis, right...like, your penis is actually a very small factor in this situation..." I grinned. "Well, regardless, it's a bit bigger than a snap pea ;)" I replied. She gave me a sexy, furtive glare. She wanted to be fucked tonight. And I wanted to give her what she wanted.

We tossed the disposable plates and packed up the leftovers. There was no discussion about post-dinner activities - either we both didn't care, or we both knew what we wanted to do. After another glass each and some dark chocolate while cuddling on the bed, we couldn't keep our hands off of each other. Her body was so warm against mine - and so soft. She wore a pullover top and high-waisted shorts that accentuated her soft, voluminous ass cheeks. They're shaped perfectly - anyone would want to rub against them. And they were mine.

I pecked around her face and neck, breathing my warm breath against her skin as her breathing increased. Sighs of delight came from her end as I loosened her up. I nibbled her earlobes and she grinned. Sliding my lips down her chest, I went as far as I could go into her cleavage. I wanted to go farther. Looks like her shirt needed to come off! I pulled her torso up and hoisted it over her head.

I pulled her over on top of me. I lay on my back, kissing her neck and chin. I unclasped her blood-red bralette - well, four of the five clasps. I furtively told her that I couldn't get the last one undone. She smirked and reached around and popped it open. She slid off the straps, and I her soft, wonderfully shaped breasts (similar to Natalie Dormer's - she plays Margaery Tyrell in Game of Thrones - but fuller-looking) fell out of their constriction. Goosebumps appeared all over them, both from the new contact with air and the new contact with my lips. Her nipples stood at attention before I could even suck them. She moaned softly - a high-pitched sigh-moan - when I touched my warm, wet tongue to them. A few licks, a few nibbles, some generous sucking, and she was begging for me to take her bottom off. She had informed me earlier that she was matching that day, so I couldn't wait to rip them off of her.

I unzipped her shorts, wrestling them around her sizable ass, revealing a matching thong, barely covering anything down there. I tickled her pussy through her thong a bit, but decided to just take it all off. She immediately noticed she was fully undressed and I was fully clothed! She ripped my shirt off, kissing my abs and pecs after it was gone. She pulled me down on top of her. I was in control again. She quickly unzipped my shorts and practically threw them off of my body. My full-mast erection appreciated the extra space - it had been getting painfully constricted. She left my underwear on, however - I guess she didn't want to progress too quickly. I kissed her arms. I kissed her legs. Her feet. I dragged my lips softly along her inner thighs. I gripped her sides and her ass like I wanted her (and, oh, I did). I rubbed my nose along her labia majora, flicking my tongue occasionally. She. Was. AROUSED. Boy, has she never moaned so much before without me having even touched her pussy yet! It was like she was ready to cum, and I hadn't yet even touched her most sensitive parts.

I did a quick lick, a tongue flick on the middle of her labia minora. Not even going for her clit. She tensed and moaned. She literally shook with anticipation of glorious cunnilingus. Her muscle memory was on FIRE. I spread her lips with my tongue and found her clit - it was so engorged and ready to be pleasured. It throbbed with blood flow. I pulled up quickly, and touched a finger to the opening to her pussy. I asked if she wanted it inside her - "PLEASE yes omg". "Ok," I said, matter-of-factly. I slowly wiggled it in up to the first joint, maybe half an inch. She sighed with delight. "Deeper?" I asked. "Yes, deeper..." she begged. I slid it in to the second joint. "How's this? Still want it deeper?" I asked, still calm. "DEEPER!!!" she gasped. I plunged my finger in all the way to where the top wall is soft, squishy, and devoid of ridges. I gripped her side tighter with my left hand. I could feel my desire burning. I wanted her. I thrust in a second finger. This occasion demanded more force. She moaned harder in kind. I pressed my mouth directly back on her clitoris, vigorously rubbing the ridged wall right on top of her G-spot as I pushed slowly and firmly back-and-forth against her clit. She didn't last twenty seconds before her hips were bucking. I squeezed her left hip with all my might with my left hand. She moaned so loud I thought the neighbors were going to hear, and she pulled the skin of her mons with one of her hands to open up her lips, lift her hood, and allow me to lick her entire, bare, wet, throbbing clit. She didn't last five seconds like that before she was screaming and gasping. She pushed my mouth off her clit - "too intense" I heard her gasp - but I left my fingers in, still rocking back and forth. I watched her contractions. They must have been the hardest contractions I've ever seen on a woman. I certainly felt them with my fingers. Her clit compressed down about an inch every contraction. It was amazing to see, and I though my penis was going to burst it was so hard from doing and watching.

I immediately went back up to her mouth once she was finished, letting her taste her own juices. She loves doing that - it turns her on so much to taste the musky depths of her vulva. I went back to her clit, but she pushed me away immediately. I knew she was too sensitive at this point, and would be for the rest of the night - cunnilingus was over for tonight, and she would be sore in the morning. Her pussy, however, was still yearning for a nice cock.

Once she caught her breath, she rolled me over, kissing furiously. She stayed kissing me for a while - lots of tongue plunging into my mouth, scouring it, tasting all of me, primally making sure I tasted good enough to mate with. Her primal urges unanimously agreed - GO FOR IT! She kissed down my chest, stomach, waistline...she played with the waistband of my underwear, and then pulled them off. My dick snapped back. I love it when that happens - it showcases its tension, how hard it is, how resolute it is to slide inside a pussy.

She kissed the base of my cock, slid her tongue up to the top, gave a flew flicks, and then plunged it deep into the back of her mouth. She can take all of me, and it feels fantastic when she's all the way down to the base of my dick. She loves going all the way down and wiggling her tongue around on the back of my penis, the most sensitive part, since it houses the remnants of my (sadly) long-gone frenulum and foreskin. She has a larger mouth than most, I think - perfectly suited for the art of fellatio. My head always balloons in the back of her mouth - just when I think I'm as hard as possible, she puts her mouth around my cock, and I become harder still. Sometimes, she'll go all the way down, and I'll grow a bit more, just touching her gag reflex. She loves taking all of me, sucking down my throbbing cock. A few up-and-downs and she knew I was ready to go. I don't like to spend multiple minutes on oral, since it just takes away from the amount of time I can spend pounding her pussy.

I turned her over to start in missionary. Missionary gets a bad rap - it's the second-best sex position (second to its variant involving her legs on the man's shoulders), since it allows good control, pounding, deep penetration, good angles, and the man's pubic bone rubs against the clit, making it a good position for female orgasm. She was so wet already - I usually need to spit on my dick just to get it past her dry labia and into the slimy depths, but it was quick work this time. A small push and I was in. I went deep inside her, and it was amazing. As I thrust back and forth, she moaned at being spread apart by my natural, condom-free (relationship sex is awesome) cock plunging into her, and my pubic bone massaging her still-sensitive clit. After a few minutes of ecstasy, she put her leg up on the wall, giving her some traction so she could push back into me. It made a world of difference - she'd never done that before, and I'm not sure what gave her the idea, but we're definitely incorporating it into our future escapades - it was so hot to feel her push back onto me. Like she wanted control, too. Now, I'm not a big dude - I'm in between 5.25 and 5.5 inches in length and 4.6 and 4.8 inches in circumference, depending on how aroused I am, so exceedingly average, or maybe slightly below - which is the perfect size for pleasuring her effectively while also reducing the need for excessive foreplay or lube; she's only sore the next day from rough fucking, not from everyday vanilla sex like she would be with a monster cock. And, she can take all of me in her mouth. It's great. But hitting her cervix is not really something we usually think about. Not this time, though. I felt a tickle right on my urethral opening. Every thrust, I touched it. It was like a small tentacle. I was touching it, caressing it, booping it with every thrust. It drove her WILD. I was as deep as possible, filling her up entirely. She couldn't take it for forever, though. Soon, she motioned for me to come closer to her face - "...can you fuck me from behind?" she asked furtively. "Oh, I'll pound you from behind," I growled.

I flipped her over like a flash, spread her cheeks, and plunged my cock into her willing opening. She squealed with delight. After a few slow pumps, I rubbed her clit. She SCREAMED. It was still so sensitive from her earlier powerful orgasm. It wasn't the time. I got back upright, slammed her right cheek with my palm, and grabbed her ass cheeks like I've never grabbed them before. I growled with primal sexual passion and fury. I have never pounded her harder. I'm sure I would have ripped her open if I were packing another inch in girth. Nonetheless, she squealed with primal lust for my cock, and screamed with delight. She was in heaven, and I was in the power position, fucking the living shit of out her. It was wild. For some reason, I felt more distant from orgasm than usual, so I had to put more effort into fucking in order to cum. Boy, did that make a difference. I fucked with such a frequency that I probably could have charged her vibrator with the energy I was outputting. She plunged her face into the pillow in ecstasy. When the time came to blow my load, I exploded inside her with tremendous force. I yelled out, it was so intense. It must have lasted twenty seconds. I would've loved to have seen my cumshot in the open air, but we had to agree with her feeling each warm spurt shoot right to the back of her pussy was unbearably pleasurable. I love cumming inside of her. The Hulk inside me calmed down after my orgasm - my primal urge had been satisfied, and the caveman part of my brain was satisfied that it had fathered a child (except it was actually foiled by birth control pills - muahaha). She smiled with one eye, face still against the pillow, reddish-brown hair askew, covering her face with a veil. I hugged her and kissed her face softly. We lay there, good feelings washing over us, for what felt like forever. She whispered to me that it was possibly the best sex that we've had. Many other nights are contenders, but this one might've taken the cake.

We fell asleep even before 11pm, we were so beat. It was so worth it, though - it was a time together that brought us even closer and that we'll never forget.