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The Week – Day One

Posted in Fact with tags , , on March 5, 2014 by Ethan

T.J. and I had a hit and miss relationship. Friends introduced us to each other, but our timing was never right. The few times we got together we always wonderful. I remember well the night that I went to her apartment, and she answered the door in a slinky nightgown. Candles were lit. It was a romantic evening that turned hot and steamy.

However, T.J. had to move away to take a job. We lost touch with each other, and, frankly, I never thought that I would see her again. One day, that changed when I opened my email and found a message from her. We bantered back and forth but nothing was going to happen. T.J. lived too far away, and I was deeply involved in a D/s relationship. It was to the point where I could have told my sub that I was going off to fuck someone else, but I believed that a good slave deserved a good master.

When that relationship ended, I called T.J. I was able to get out of town for a few days and asked if she would like for me to visit. She could not wait to see me. Honestly, I could not wait to see her. She was one of those women who I regretted letting get away without exploring her more.

Our calls became more frequent as our week together got closer. Each conversation got more sexual and more explicit. I learned about the things that she wanted to experience. She learned about the things that I could help her experience. However, I began to sense an undertone of jealousy. T.J. was not happy that I had done these things with other women. That jealousy would lead us into a very eventful week that even I could not imagine.

T.J. was waiting for me at the airport and met me with a long and passionate kiss. Her large breasts, which she would cover by wearing loose shirts, pressed against me. Before the week was over, I was determined to end her embarassment of having fantastic breasts.

We got into her car and said that we had reservations for dinner. However, we were going home so I could unpack my bag and undress her. Our conversations had her horny for weeks. I wondered if she had fucked any guys before I got there, but that did not matter. I had done a few things myself.

T.J. walked me into her bedroom and did not wait for me to unpack. She unbuttoned my jeans and slid her hand over my cock. She held it there and felt the hardness. I lifted her shirt over her head and quickly unhooked her bra. T.J.’s breasts were bigger than I remembered. They fell slightly, but I held them in my hands and began to bite and suck her nipples.

It was not long before we were completely nude and entwined on the bed. T.J. rolled me onto my back and straddled me. As she slid her wet pussy onto my cock, T.J. said that she had been waiting for this for a long time. She rode me. She grinded me. She threw her head back and bucked. She went fast. She went slow.On Top

She slapped me. Hard.

I was stunned.

“That’s what you get for fucking all of those other women. You should have been fucking me.”

I was confused. She was made because I had sex with other women while she lived in another state? She was mad even when we had never been in a committed relationship with each other?

Those were questions that would have to be answered later. For now, she was going to stop slapping me. T.J. pulled her arm back, ans, as it came toward my face, I caught it. I grabbed her wrist with one hand and her hair with the other. In one move, I was on top of T.J. and had her pinned. Throughout it all, my cock remained inside of her.

“That will never happen again. The rest of this week will be spent showing you who is in charge.”

With that, I hooked my arms under her legs and held them up. I pounded her as I pushed her legs further until she was folded in two. As I went harder and harder, T.J.’s knees were in her face. She would know who was in charge. As I was about to cum, I pulled out and positioned myself over her. It went everywhere. On the back of her thighs. On her neck. On her face.

T.J. was going to learn a lesson, but it would be tough on the teacher and the student.

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The Neighbors

Posted in Fact with tags , , on November 13, 2012 by Ethan

When I got out of college,¬† I was able to get a one bedroom apartment in my hometown. It was on the first floor and so small that I could stand in one spot and see into every room. That was fine. I liked it, and the neighbors didn’t bother me. At least, they didn’t bother me until a new couple moved into the apartment above me.

The tended to make a lot of noise. They walked heavily. They turned up the volume on the television. They rattled around. But, they were living there and had to make noise. I would probably be loud if I lived up there. I didn’t think much about it until they starting making other noises.

5 a.m. It’s totally dark, and I am totally asleep. I wake up to their bed squeaking and her moaning. It’s a steady rhythm. Squeak. Squeak. Moan. Squeak. Squeak. It goes on and on and on. There is no way I can sleep, so I get out of bed and jump in the shower.

The next morning, it is 5 a.m. Squeak. Squeak. Moan. Squeak. Squeak.

This goes on every morning like clockwork.

On the nights that my girlfriend stayed over, it drove her crazy. She couldn’t believe that this happened every morning at 5 a.m., and she wanted revenge. Every night at midnight, we had sex with her riding me. As she ground her pussy onto my cock, my girlfriend lifted her head toward the ceiling and moaned and screamed and did everything she could to keep them awake. I must say that it was my perfect idea of revenge.

5 a.m. Squeak. Squeak. Moan. Squeak. Squeak. Our escapades didn’t bother them as much as their escapades bothered us.

Then, something changed. One morning, we were lying in bed when the upstairs action started. Instead of grumbling, we started fondling each other. The sex upstairs was turning us on. As we heard them go at it, we began to have sex in the same rhythm. As their bed squeaked, our bed squeaked. As she moaned, my girlfriend moaned. It was like our own secret orgy. We imagined them with their bodies entwined as ours were.

This went on for several days until one day when I left late for work. That’s when I finally saw the couple that we were having an imaginary orgy with.

We never had sex at the same time again. In fact, we did everything we could to block it out of our minds.

Eventually, my girlfriend broke up with me, and they moved. A blonde moved into their apartment, and we hit it off immediately. Sometimes, she would stay at my place, and, sometimes, I would walk up to hers. Whenever we had sex in her bedroom, I always thought about the couple that was there before.

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