May I?

May pulled up in front of Eric's townhouse, one of many on the tree-lined street, at half past ten. Her long drive across country had finally ended, and she was glad to finally be getting out of the car. She smoothed her long black hair and checked her reflection in the mirror. It had been years since she had seen Eric, and even though she had no romantic interest in him, she still wanted to look a little bit hot to him.

She rang the doorbell and waited. His excited voice chimed, “Just a minute!” from the other side of the door. She laughed and listened to him scramble with the locks. He opened the door, and before she had a chance to take in his six foot four frame, he snatched her up in a hug and lifted her from the floor. She felt overwhelmed by his physical power, unable to control the moment as he simply flopped her around in the air like a little girl.

“Hey!” He growled, his mouth close to her ear. As her feet found the floor, she found herself backing away from him slightly. She appreciated his enthusiasm, but felt powerless and a bit confused.

“Hey,” she replied shyly, looking up at him. At five foot six, May's slender but athletic frame was dwarfed in the foyer by Eric's hulking body. He obviously still works out regularly, she thought to herself, admiring the definition she could see in his biceps and pecs through his gray t-shirt.

Eric had been May's college boyfriend, long ago, when they were both very young and-- she imagined-- very different. Life had taken them on different paths, so it was funny to her to find herself back in the same town, back in his life, crashing for the night on his floor.

“How was your drive? I'm so glad to have you in town!” He gushed as he ushered her inside. His house was nice, clean, kind of preppy, an interesting reflection of the man he had become. And though there were a few more creases in his face and his cheeks had lost their boyish baby fat, he still seemed to be in many ways the same guy May had known so many years before.

They sat and chat over a beer, catching up on the last decade of life. The conversation was facile and they found they easily fell into familiar patterns with each other, making up for lost time. Soon the beer was done, the chat subsided, and it was almost midnight. Eric took her upstairs and blew up a little air mattress for her in his study. After apologetically giving her a sleeping bag to sleep in, he said goodnight and shut the door.

May took off her pants and turned off the light. She slid into the sleeping bag and settled into the pillows, taking care to set the alarm on her phone so she would be up on time for her meeting in the morning. Her lids grew heavy and she slowly drifted off into sleep.

The first thing she felt was his hand close around her throat. She sputtered awake and tried to sit up in the darkness, but the heavy hand quickly returned her torso to the floor with a thud. The steady pressure below her jaw grew uncomfortable and scary. She realized that she was quite zipped into the sleeping bag and struggled to free one of her hands. As she moved her shoulder to get her arm out, she swung her hand around wildly, finding his face with her nails and digging in.

“Fuck!” he yelled, angry.

She remembered this game from their college days, the one where he would try to dominate her. It was one of many sexual games they had enjoyed long ago. She had forgotten that he was into rough sex! She could feel herself getting turned on, a hot ache growing between her legs as she wrapped her mind around what was going on. If he wanted to fuck her, she decided, she wasn't going to be an easy lay. That was for damn sure.

She quickly moved to find the zipper in the dark. As soon as she moved, he was on her, pulling her hair from behind. She screamed out in pain, but kept her hands searching frantically for the zipper. Her fumbling fingers traced the raised metal teeth to the top, finally finding the metal pull tab. He was dragging her by the hair across the room toward the door. She moved the zipper down as quickly as she could and tried to roll away from him. His grip on her was strong, however, and she found herself on her feet, bent over at the waist, with him pulling her face down toward the door. She tried to drag her feet against his momentum, but found that, again, he was just too strong for her to even think of overpowering. So, instead, she began to move with him, quickly gaining speed and shoving him into the door. The knob jabbed him in the kidney and he let out a small yelp of pain. He was seething now, completely wanting to take her, fuck her, push her face into the carpet and pound his manhood into her, holding her wrists uncomfortably behind her. He pushed her away in aggravation and she went flying across the room, bumping into the corner of the desk with her thigh before crumpling to the floor.

He was on her again in almost seconds, but this time she was a little more prepared. Her eyes had adjusted to the minimal light and she was completely alive, every synapse firing, all instinct and primal rawness. Her thin fingers wrapped themselves around an object on the desk, a letter opener, and when he pounced she let its thin metal pierce the flesh on the right side of his abdomen. He jumped back in surprise. It would only be minutes now before he would just completely dominate her, snatching her up like a rag doll and fucking her until she couldn't see straight. She could almost smell

his cock inside his shorts at this point, her senses were so keen.

“You fucking crazy bitch!” he snarled, putting his finger to the blood dripping from his side. Their eyes met and she smiled a crazed smile that egged him on. Come get me, it taunted, come fuck me if you can. He was alpha male, to be sure, but she was alpha female and unwilling to acquiesce. If he was indeed to have her, she would go down kicking and screaming. And he really liked that. He could feel his cock growing massive as he realized what he had finally found: a worthy opponent.

He took a step toward her, but May had picked up his wooden desk chair. With his second step she threw the chair at him, winding him a bit. He snatched the chair up in one hand and swung it in her direction. It hit her side and knocked her to the floor.

He pinned her to the ground and was able to feel her heart pounding in her chest through her thin t-shirt. His bare chest lay on top of hers and he struggled to keep her still enough so that he could use one of his hands to grab her tits. Each time he tried to use one hand to hold both of her wrists, she would wrench one hand free and claw at him. He could feel the scratches all across his chest, neck and arm. He would look like hell tomorrow, he thought, but he'd have one hell of a story.

He was finally able to subdue her enough to get his hand up her shirt. He grabbed her tits roughly, pinching the nipples hard and pulling on them. He heard a murmur of pain or pleasure-- he never could tell with her-- which aroused him further. His now dripping cock was wedged between her writhing legs, both still covered in clothing but beginning in their own way to find one another. He couldn't tell if her hips were bucking to force him off of her or to show him how much, how hard, she wanted him to lay into her.

He got his answer when her knee grazed his nut, sending vibrations of pain from his head to his toes. He was angry again, and so fucking horny, and he grabbed her breast harder this time, causing her to actually scream. He pulled the shirt away from her chest, enjoying the ripping sound as the fabric fell away to leave her breast exposed. Her tits, round and high, glowed in the minimal light. His mouth found her nipple and began to suck, lick and play. He could feel her body change. Her breath quickened, then slowed, as the hot feeling of his tongue began to melt her inhibitions. As he circled the aereolas with his tongue, he began to feel the situation shifting. May, he knew, loved pleasure, and if he could just get her turned on enough, she would stop fighting him and just accept the thorough thrashing she was in for.

But where was the fun in that? He thought. Where was the challenge? His tongue moved quickly, vibrating her nipple and sending sharp streaks of sensation to her pussy. His hands began to move downward, quickly finding their way inside of her wet cotton panties and sliding one finger inside her fat pussy lips.

Now, she thought, yanking on the electrical cord she held in her hand. The lamp and computer monitor came crashing off the desk and hit Eric in the head. He fell to one side, startled and in a lot of pain. May grabbed the monitor cable and wrapped it around his neck, bringing herself to kneeling behind him. He could feel her breasts, sticky with sweat and his saliva, against his broad back. He smiled.

He leaned back forcefully and felt her body crash into the wall behind her. After that he was able to easily remove the cord from his neck and get back to the work of fucking the taste out of her mouth. He hadn't even been inside of her yet, he realized, frustration growing in him.

He rose to his feet, pulling her up with him. She tried to run for the door, and he grabbed at her hair. It slipped right through his fingers though and she sprinted to the door to the study and flung it open.

As she moved to the stairwell, he tackled her. She fell down the stairs, bumping her head against the wall on the landing. She sat back on her heels and shook her head, still in a bit of shock. He matter of factly pulled her to her feet, pushed her dripping panties to one side, and pulled out his stiff cock. The tackle had reminded him of his high school football days and brought him back to full erectness. He easily slid himself into her from behind, her body hugging the wall. He could feel her tight wet pussy drawing his cock all the way into her depths. One hand held her face firmly against the wall, the other cocked her leg up on one side to help him drive deeper into her. She was moaning, maybe crying, but all he could feel was her squishy walls taking him in. He closed his eyes and breathed a deep sigh of relief for finally getting his cock somewhere good. For a moment he could feel her soft, fleshy pussy pulling his foreskin further back, exposing his deliciously sensitive tip as it probed into her.

May felt a little disoriented from the fall, and more so from the fuck. His cock felt so fucking good, rammed hard into her from behind as her narrow hips pushed into the bannister.

But how dare he, she thought, fuck me without eating me out!

She managed to get one of his fingers into her mouth with her tongue, pretending to suck on it like a nice little horny girl. She licked his finger, rolled her tongue around, tasting her own pussy juices on it. It made her want to suck him off for real, to feel him fuck her mouth the same way he was fucking her tight little hole.

She bit his finger with all her might, and he screamed. His dick fell out of her and he was so shocked by the intense pain that he back slapped her. She fell to the bottom of the stairs now, landing on her side. She rolled onto her back and pulled her drenched panties down, slipping one foot out and leaving them dangling from her right ankle.

“Eat me, eat me, eat me...” She whined, writhing on the floor and opening her legs. Her glistening pussy looked irresistible, wet with want and the juices from his own cock. “Eat me, eat me...” She repeated, using her fingers to open her vagina up for his full viewing. He wanted back in, but he would gladly pay the piper first.

He dropped to his knees and sidled up to her cunt. Her clit was engorged, a little tiny dick thrusting out from the soft thicket of pubic hair. Fuck, the thought as the reality of her pussy came back to him, she smells so fucking good! He nestled his face between her legs, smelling her from her treasure trail down to her asshole, before using his tongue to part her juicy labia. His tongue found her slit and he tongue-fucked her briefly before coming up and wrapping his lips around her clit like a baby around his bottle. As her moans grew, just kept on sucking her off, letting one of his fingers find its way back inside her. He began to finger fuck her, slowly at first, then harder and faster, all the while working his sloppy pink tongue on her clit. She was squirming with pleasure and close to coming, so he started to finger fuck her harder, shoving his hand into her with the force of an uppercut.

And then she came, thrusting her hips spastically into his face. He tried to keep licking her, but she was too sensitive and pulled away, drawing her legs up underneath her. She gave him a wry smile and stood up. “Thank you,” she said, pulling her panties onto her left foot and up over her pulsating vagina. She walked with a just-came saunter into his kitchen to get a glass of water. She was tilting her head back to get the last few drops when he came in.

It took minimal force to shove her from the kitchen into the dining room, bouncing her lithe body off the fridge. There, he simply bent her over the Ethan Allen dining set and pounded his dick into her. When she struggled, he just fucked her harder, loving the screams, knowing there would be bruises all over her pelvis where the sharp wooden edge met the crease of her hips, but not fucking her any gentler because of it. Payback was a bitch, he determined, and this little bitch was going to get hers.

When he felt his semen creeping up inside him, he pulled his thick cock out of her. Smiling to himself, he tried to fit it in her asshole. He pulled her tight little raisin crack open by spreading her ass cheeks apart with his palms and using some spit to work his dick into her back door. Try as he may, he couldn't force his big cock into her tiny asshole, though he thought he might die trying. His orgasm was welling up in him and he still couldn't fit himself in her wriggling ass. He managed to get the very tip of the tip in line, but she wasn't opening up for him. And he was about to come.

Frustrated with his failure, he didn't know what to do. Imagine his surprise when May's hands reached around behind her and held her ass cheeks apart for him. He happily used his hands to pry the little hole open and rocked himself into the tight dry slit little by little.

In a flash of glory, it was over. He felt his hot come splashing up into her ass, as he practically threw himself inside of her. Wads of come were dripping out of her as he pulled out. His knees buckled beneath him and he sat in a dining chair.

They looked at each other. It had been almost a decade since they had fucked, and it had never been like this. It had been loving and erotic, maybe, but not raw and rough like this. The strange combination of safety and danger had taken them into new territory. Who knew what would come of their living in the same town again.

“Goodnight.” May said, using her damp, torn panties to wipe her dripping ass. Naked, she walked up the stairs to the study, locked the door, and got back in the sleeping bag.

She awakened to aches and pains all over, bruises on her hips and nipples, and a sore asshole. But it was worth it, she felt, because, while bent over that Ethan Allen table getting the shit fucked out of her, she had one of the most earth shattering orgasms she had ever had.

And she wanted more, just like that one.