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i laid there listening to him fuck her. She moaned as the bed squeaked with increasing frenzy. He was fucking her hard and fast now, and I imagined what she must look like, on all fours, tits swinging, as he slammed his cock into her. This was an almost nightly event. He fucked her during the day, too. i could hear her moaning from the kitchen as he took her right there, while i drank my coffee and tried to ignore my painfully erect cock.

The headboard was hitting the wall now, and by the intensity of his fucking, I knew he was going to cum. And so was I; I picked up the speed of my jerking, and finally blew a satisfying load of hot, sticky sperm all over the blanket.

i sighed deeply. If it wasn't for my upstairs neighbor, this bed would never be covered in jizz. The last time it squeaked in response to the frenetic pounding of a pussy was probably 10 years ago. Maybe more.

I looked over at my sleeping wife. She wore ear plugs to bed, so wasn't privy to the audio porn shows by our neighbors. I resented her for the pathetic situation i found myself in. I hated that she denied me access to her body. I shouldn't have to jerk off in my own bed, next to a woman who should have been thrilled to spread her legs for me, who should have been desperate for me to be inside her. I stopped trying to get her interested in being fucked. All of my advances were waived off in a barrage of disinterest. i would end up slinking off to the bathroom, humiliated, to jerk off and blow my load into a towel. I was totally defeated.

I asked if she would at least suck me off, but she didn't want that either. I was angry at the lack of sex in my life. I needed to fuck. I possessed a nearly insatiable libido.

I needed a woman who loved cock. A woman who knew the power and joy of having a cock in her pussy, down her throat, or opening her tight ass. I needed to have my cock worshipped; I wanted to cum so hard that I ejaculated, spraying my precious life-giving fluid deep inside her. I wanted to fuck until her pussy was sore. I wanted her to scream in ecstasy as I pounded a decade's worth of aggressive sexual desire deep into her womanhood.

A couple of months later, I'd get that chance.

She was young. Not a virgin, but still very inexperienced. She told me that her high school boyfriend was her first. I asked if it was good, and she said it was ok. His cock was small, and she never came. They had sex regularly until they graduated and went their separate ways. Which is how I came to be having a drink with her on a Thursday night.

She was a summer intern at my office. I noticed her the first day. She was petite, with long dark hair. She wore it in a loose bun piled on her head. It was charming. She had beautifully swollen breasts that pushed up against the tight shirts she wore. Her perky ass filled out her skirt perfectly, and I longed to penetrate her virgin ass.

That night, I didn't wait for my neighbor to slam his bed against the wall. Instead, I went straight to the bathroom, slid off my pants, and began stroking my cock.

I imagined satisfying her pussy, sucking her clit while I slid my finger down her hole, feeling the slippery tightness. I imagined the mushroom tip of my cock slowly opening her entrance. The gasp from her as she felt the pressure of my throbbing member. There would be no barriers, no pulling out. I would fuck her raw until I was spurting hot semen deep inside her.

I began to jerk hard while I imagined driving my cock into her young hole. She begged me to fuck her. She wanted me inside her, pleasuring her in a way she didn't know existed.

I worked my cock into an explosion. I stood there, panting, knowing this would have to happen for real.

We began a flirtatious relationship, and there was an understanding between us. An unspoken agreement that we would move the flirting into the bedroom.

In the middle of July, my wife went on a trip. I told my young admirer that I would be alone, and asked if she would like to come over. She was delighted at the invite.

She arrived after 8pm, explaining that she had a late spin class after work. I poured wine, and we lounged on the couch, making small talk. I wanted her so bad; my cock was a rigid monster pushing against my jeans.

I slid over and began running my fingertips along her leg. She settled back, relaxing and giving me access to her inner thigh. I slowly moved my hand up her skirt, tugging her panties aside when I reached her pussy. I got down on my knees and spread her legs. I needed to taste her, to have her in my mouth. I flicked my tongue over her smooth pussy lips, and spread them so I could suck her pink sex. She tasted amazing. I pushed the tip of my tongue into her tiny hole, knowing that I would stretch her with my manhood. She cooed as I ate her perfect pussy.

My cock was aching at that point, and I knew I had to take her. I stood up and pulled her off the couch. I would fuck her in the one place where my needs as a man had been denied repeatedly: the marital bed. The place I had to be reminded, night after night, that my wife would rather humiliate me than spread her legs in desire for me. I wanted to fuck in my bed, and be treated as a man.

I led her to the bedroom, my pants barely able to contain my erect member. I wanted her to take me in her mouth, but I knew I would cum almost immediately. It had been too long, and my sensitive cock would react too quickly. No, the blowjob would have to wait.

I lifted her shirt up and over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra--she knew I wanted to fuck her, and that I would enjoy seeing her bare tits so easily. I cupped them in my hands, and took one erect nipple in my mouth. God, she was incredible.

I pushed her back onto the bed, and slid out of my pants. My cock sprang free and she gasped at my size.

I leaned down and licked her perfect pussy some more. I was ready. I needed to be inside her; my cock was throbbing in agony at that point. I gently fingered her entrance, and then pressed the massive mushroom tip of my cock in. She whimpered at the intrusion. It made me harder, if that was even possible. I pushed farther in. She would take all of me, balls deep. She began to relax some, and I could tell she was enjoying the fullness of my cock. I moved her legs so they were spread wide, giving me full access to fuck deep and hard. It wouldn't take long, but I knew this was only the first of many times I planned to fuck her this weekend.

I was going to feel the respect and reverence that a woman owed a man--she would be fucked over and over, begging me not to stop. She would desire me, and I would pleasure her in the way that only a man can.

I began to go faster now, drilling her hole with a satisfying rhythm. Her legs were in the air now, and she moaned in enjoyment. She was still new to sex, and my cock was the biggest she'd had. Her hole was tight, and I almost came at the opportunity to stretch her open.

She was a traditional girl, submissive and respectful. She knew that I would do the fucking, and that she would worship my cock. I loved that she understood her role.

I fucked her harder now. I could feel the impending explosive force moving from my balls, through my cock. It blew out of me and I grunted, ejaculating deep inside her. It was a massive load, and I twinged in excitement at the thought that I might get her pregnant.

I stayed inside her for a little longer, enjoying the warm way her pussy hugged my cock. I knew then that I wanted to get her pregnant. She was young and beautiful, and fucking her made me want to give her the one thing that would complete her.

I slid out, and lay back on the bed. When my wife spread her legs open in anticipation of her wifely duty, the sex was lousy. I was never satisfied. I didn't cum hard, and I didn't have any desire to get her pregnant.

But wow. This girl. I wanted to fuck her over and over. I wanted to leave her washed in my seed. I wanted to wake up and find her lips around my cock, sucking with desire as she looked adoringly into my eyes. I wanted to mark her as mine. I would, in an act of territorial domination, pull out and blow my load on her face, tits, pussy. Her entire body would belong to me, and she would crave my cock above all else.

I would bend her over, her belly swollen with the fruit of my seed, and I would fuck her deeply. I would take her when and how I wanted, and she would be desperate for it.

This is what I truly wanted. The kind of life I needed.

My cock was getting hard again. I spread the lips of her pussy, and began to suck and flick my tongue. I moved my tongue into her hole, fucking her gently in preparation for my cock. She started to moan and move her hips. My cock was raging again, and I positioned the head at her entrance. This time, there was no slow entry, no gently stretching her hole a little at a time. This time, I took her deep and hard. I fucked harder than I ever have. She was moaning and crying in ecstasy. She loved being used for my pleasure--its what makes being fucked so incredible. She gave herself to me, opening her legs wider, and accepted the drilling I needed so badly.

I fucked wildly, slamming my balls against her as I drilled deeply, pulled out, and drilled again. She moaned loud as I prepared to explode yet again. I didn't want to stop, and held off as long as I could. I grabbed her tits and continued to mount her. I was feral now, and I knew just how much she was giving me. She could get pregnant, but didn't ask me to pull out. She could have the first time, too. But she didn't. Instead, she moved her hips and opened herself even more, allowing me to plunge deeper into her sex. She knew I had to ejaculate inside her, and she joyfully received my seed.

I pushed in one last time, and exploded. It was the most satisfying time I'd ever spent inside a woman. I came in waves; large hot loads of sperm. She smiled up at me. I leaned down and took one of her perfect nipples in my mouth and gently sucked. She wrapped her legs around me and began to move her hips. She wanted to submit to me again, to be fucked and treated like a woman.

I wanted to give her the pleasure she desired, so I sucked her nipples and stayed inside her. I was hard again faster than I even knew was possible. I slid my cock out, and had her get on the floor, on her hands and knees. I took her savagely, fucking her doggy style. She begged to be fucked harder. I drilled her pussy, pulling her hair and grabbing one tit. She bucked wildly, but instinctively surrendered her pussy. I fucked her as she moaned in enjoyment. I decided that this time, I would let her see the power of my manhood, and the absolute authority a cock has: I pulled out, pushed her down on the floor, and flipped her into her back. Right then, I sprayed her face with my cum. It came out in hot ropes, shooting out more and more each time. She laid there, half shocked and half in reverence, as I unloaded the evidence of my satisfaction.

"I want to spend the rest of my life fucking you," I told her. "I want to take you as much as I like, no barriers, no birth control. Ever."

She smiled, and spread her legs in a gesture of obedient submission. I leaned over and licked the swollen entrance of her pussy. She would long for me, desire me, and worship my cock. In turn, I would please her in ways that only a man can. I would treat her as a woman should be, and I would bring meaning to her life. I would give her babies, and she would find satisfaction as a wife and mother.