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[Prof. Tom]

Rough Sex and High School Girlfriends

I have a girlfriend. She doesn't know that she's my girlfriend. She defines our relationship with a different term - "Fuck Buddies". That's okay with me, if only for the lingual finesse. We started having sex when I was in tenth grade. I don't know if my profile tells my age, but I'm thirty three. Run the numbers and you'll find we've been fuck buddies for about seventeen years. That's quite a stretch for me. I've lived all over the country and even in a few others countries for a few years here and a few years there. She has moved out of state twice. I have one failed marriage under my belt, her two. Through it all we have always managed to find a Wednesday here or a weekend there. We have even been on vacation a few times together. She is one of few who could say "I knew you when," so we have a history.

As I'm writing I am realizing that its not the sex, uh, wasn't the sex, it's the intimacy. I know, puke. We talk, share wine, laugh - all like old friends, because we are. In fact, our sex never progressed beyond the Kama Sutra and oral intercourse. All very vanilla, and if you knew me well you would think that I was setting up a joke because I almost always date within 'the scene'. And when I don't I'm recruiting.

I picked her up at an airport in the vicinity of our home town. She is pretty, but not drop dead gorgeous to anyone but me. Of German decent, she's tall and her facial features are somewhat square. 'Definitely not a dancer but maybe volleyball' I might say. The way she carries herself makes me melt. She walks tall and with purpose. She holds her head high and makes eye contact with everyone who approaches her. Not a hint of arrogance, simply confidence. She lets me carry her bags without any fuss whatsoever. We are beyond those social conventions.

We spent a few hours running her errands and visiting a few old friends. Then it's off to Greek town! Detroit has a block long area a few blocks off the riverfront called 'Greek Town'. I love the area. I loved it when it was a shit hole, and I love it now that it's a gaudy, fake, casino mecca. I especially love Mama Koukoris who calls me by name and never lets me eat off the menu. So we dine on lamb and various Greek concoctions, and drink a few bourbons. I love the knowing look she gets on her face when I ask her where she's staying for the night. She is so sexy! We hit the I-75 Northbound. We have about an hour until we get to the apartment I keep in the Metro area, so we're driving to my mp3 mix and Joan Jetts 'Fetish' comes on. I love Joan Jett, if I had one wish - that's a different story. When Joan starts singing about rough sex I casually glance over and she is staring at me with her mischievous grin. As far as I knew my involvement with BDSM was completely unknown to her. I now suspect the she has an idea to the contrary.
"What?" I say coyly.
"I hear that you like a little rough sex"
"Me?" At my age I'm actually blushing.
"Why don't we ever have rough sex?"
"Because I'm afraid I'd hurt you"
"Fucker. Just wait"

We talked a little about it the rest of the way. To some people, rough sex means that they abruptly stop missionary lovemaking and switch to doggy style fucking, and I wanted to make sure that her mental picture wasn't drastically different than mine.

We got to the apartment and I followed her up the stair. I unlocked the door and held it for her. As she passed by me I grabbed her shoulder and spun her to face me and as I did I slapped her across the face. My plan was to take hold of her but the look in her eyes gave me pause and for a moment I though that I had crossed the line. Then her eyes softened and she charged me, tackling me to the ground.

As we grappled about on the hardwood floors I could feel the heat of her body on top of me, I could smell her, that unique scent that is 'her', I could feel her breath on me, she was already making herself close to me, keeping her eyes on mine, I could feel her powerful sexuality surging from her body to mine, I could feel the rapid beat of her heart on my chest, all this, against a backdrop of a sparsely furnished apartment with the last of the sunlight pouring through the lowered blinds. Then she pinned me to floor with her knees on my arms and her full weight on my chest. I can't say that I 'let' her do this as she is quite physically capable, but I didn't resist with all my might. With the sight of her staring down at me, hands on her hips, that knowing smile, I began to surrender. At this point we had been in the room for less than sixty seconds, impressive. She sensed my submission, but it left her uncertain. After all she is not a 'scener'. So I kicked out of her hold and we tumbled across the room to a symphony of tearing clothes, the light 'pfft' that a buttons thread makes when stretched beyond breaking point, and the sound that eight or ten buttons make when they bounce and then slide across a wooden floor. My elbows, knees and the back of my head were already hurting. The surreal look of the room, mostly empty with slats of light from the shades was dizzying, but I managed to get some purchase on the edge of the hallway carpet and I forced her down onto her back on the floor, pinning her hands to the floor above her head. Her chest was heaving, her hair damp with sweat, the smell of her 'White Shoulders' (she has wore it for me ever since our third date) revived with her heat, and she had the most beautiful look of defiance, somehow mixed with pure sexual desire, on her face. This was the very first time that I have ever wanted to dominate someone. I kissed her deeply, softly, but she didn't reciprocate. So I kissed her roughly, biting her lips and her tongue and probing her mouth with my own wanting to know it all and make it mine. She bit back and the taste of blood in our kiss arched her back and she drew a long deep breath. I moved to her neck, kissing, then sucking her skin, then biting. I released her arms and she immediately grasped my hair in fistfuls, moans now in her throat. I grabbed her breasts firmly and bit into her collar bone, she pulled my head back, away from her chest and smacked my face sharply drawing tears and a deep moan that I haven't felt in my throat for quite some time. I moved my mouth to her breasts, biting gently on her nipples, mostly with my lips, then down to the crease where her breasts meet her rib cage, biting gently then fiercely using her moans and the thrusting of her body to gauge the severity. I felt her body and her spirit start to bend to me, then I felt her give in to me. She lie there, wrists pinned to the floor not by me but for me, and pleading in her pretty eyes. Pleading for my guidance, begging me to show her how far this can go.

I got up and stepped over her without a word on my way to the bathroom. I locked the bathroom door and sat on the edge of the tub waiting. I know the metal anguish that she will be in for the next, fifteen minutes? Hour? I've been on the other side of that door myself. Right now she's confused, she will be thinking;
"What's that about?"
"Did I do something wrong?"
"Do I knock?"
After a painfully long pause, I heard her moving in the hall. Her steps were uncertain; she backed away from the door several times. Then I heard a single fingernail scratch then lightly knock on the door.
"Are you okay?"

I look at myself in the mirror. By any stretch of a sane imagination I am not okay. My face is deep red on one side from my jaw line to just below my eye. That eye has minor bruising and swelling. I have three abrasions on my forehead that I can't even remember getting, but I'm sure the missing skin could be found under her fingernails. My shirt, not a month old, is literally in tatters, and I have blood on my chin. But I feel hot.

"Yes" as I opened the door.
"Is everything al..."
"I want you on your knees"
"Okay, I just wondered..."
"Get on your knees!" with just a hint of playfulness to my tone.

She kept her eyes on mine as she sank before me, my God she is beautiful! I positioned her against the wall and instructed her to remove me from my pants. She complied licking her lips as she unbuckled my belt, keeping her eyes locked on mine. I had been fully erect since our talk in the car and as she removed me from my pants she dragged my head across one side of the zipper, unintentionally I'm sure. She started to kiss the tip.
"Stop" I instructed.
"Don't you want me to.."
"What, a blowjob?"
"Well - yes" Her voice not masking her uncertainty.
"I don't want a blowjob. I want to fuck your face"

I positioned her head against the wall and inched closer to her face. She opened and accepted me into her mouth. I braced her head against the wall with my fists in her hair. Then I began sliding in and out of her mouth, slowly, rhythmically. After a moment I began to push myself to the back of her mouth, testing her gag reflex. Then further into her throat, slowly and steadily. She began to gag, then to turn her head away. I withdrew and slapped her face to remind her of what brought her to this position. Without a word but with tears forming in her eyes she opened her mouth and I pushed myself all the way in. I fucked her mouth and throat with a steady tempo until I felt myself nearing the edge. Then I let her take over. She has given me oral before, but never like she did this time. She was absolutely greedy - and wonderful. When I released, she sucked it all in and swallowed every last drop, normally she ducks.

I'm not a one-round guy, but some times I need a short intermission. There would be none for me on this night. I braced myself against the wall and began to collapse beside her. Then I felt her grip my sac and squeeze.
"Now it's my turn"

She rose and pulled me with her into the bedroom. At the end of the bed she turned to face me. A vision of beauty to my twisted psyche, one sleeve is torn from her shirt, every button is gone, the left side of her face has the glow of a spanked ass, she has blood in the corner of her mouth, and her skirt is holding on to her body by a few threads. I grab her skirt and panties at the same time and tear them from her body pulling her close to me. As I pull her into my arms I remove her shirt. She tears my shirt from my chest burning my collar with the fabric, I let my pants drop to the floor. The heat between us is intense. I pull her close to me to feel her hot skin, I rub my hands all over her, her shoulder blades are bruised, her knees and elbows scraped and bruised, and I've drawn blood from one of her ears. She stared intently into my eyes and I knew that it was my turn to kneel. She put her hands on my shoulders and gently guided me to my knees. With her fingertips on my face she guided my lips to her thighs. I kissed her legs, licking and sucking her skin, down to her knees and then back up to her waist. She sat on the end on the bed and I lowered myself before her, kissing her feet and gently biting her ankles then working my way up from her Achilles to her calf then behind her knees, savoring the taste of her skin and her growing moans. Then I felt her fingers under my chin. She raised my head to stare into my eyes and I held her gaze. She slapped my face harshly. Stunned and a bit dizzy I returned to her gaze wondering if she's as new at this as she had suggested. She held my eyes for a moment and then slapped my face again, this time the other cheek. Now my eyes were more than watering, tears were running on my cheeks. My tears seemed to change her, her jaw hardened and her eyes became fierce and she slapped me several times more until I pleaded for her mercy. Then she took my face in her hands and kissed me, biting my lips and coaxing me to bite back. Then she pushed my mouth back to her legs and I continued my journey, starting just above her knees I began to lick her inner thighs up to her bikini line lingering a moment to breathe my hot breath on her and tease the patch of hair just above her clit. Then back down near her knees, this time nibbling and biting gently back up her thighs to the thick tendons that runs from her inner thighs to her pubis, sinking my teeth in then sucking her skin there and feeling her shiver beneath me, her moans now mingling with gasps. Next I worked my way back down her thighs, biting harder and digging my fingers into her hips. Then I bit into her hard, just above her knee on the inside of her thigh. Her fingers grasped my hair and I could feel her arch. I grabbed her wrists and forced them under and behind her locking them together in my hands just above her ass. Then I journeyed back up her thighs, biting her harder then kissing all around the bright red ovals. She was moaning and gasping and she barely stifled a few screams. When I reached her, I let her come back down slightly because I needed her to be on a very conscious plane to avoid hurting her for real. I moved her back onto the bed and spread her wide, licking the tender path where her inner thigh meets her cheeks. When her breathing approached normal, I began to slap her lightly on the crease that her inner thigh forms with her pubis. I cupped my hand for the flats and let my fingers slap down into the creases. Varying the intensity and moving the slaps around her pubic area, I brought her to a writhing crescendo. I let her come back down then I began again, this time varying harder slaps with soft kisses to her lips and her clit. When I had spanked her red from her waistline to her inner thighs I began to perform for her with my tongue. At the same time I massaged her pubis, kneading the soft flesh around her vagina gently with my fingers. I brought her close several times, feeling her pulse race with my tongue. Then I gently slipped two fingers into her, my middle finger crossed behind the index, palm up. I found the soft spongy mass just behind her clit on the outside wall and began to massage it in a circular motion applying light pressure and keeping time with my tongue. I could feel her body racing like a freight train towards climax, I felt her grip my fingers, her taste changed slightly, her back arched high off the bed and she exploded into me in waves. I held her there as long as I could.

She came down slightly and began to breathe regularly again and at this point I turned her over on the bed and brought her up on her knees with her legs spread wide so that she was only inches off the bed. I kissed her cheeks all over, nibbling close to her split. Then I licked along the path from her sex to her ring. I licked all around her ring and then along her split to the base of her spine putting as much pressure as I could on the last inch to stimulate the bundle of nerves there. She pushed and writhed into me, moaning and sucking deep breaths. Then I spanked her. I cant get into too much detail here because I drive myself absolutely fucking crazy. I spanked her from her split to her outer thighs, then from just above her knees to the crease where her thigh meets her beautiful ass and onto her vagina. Not only did I spank her, but she did an absolutely divine job of getting spanked. She pushed into the smacks, tore the covers from my bed, she screamed and shuddered, she came. I was a spanking addict before, now it consumes practically my every thought.

Once again I brought her down from her astral plane and I began to lick around her ring again. Then I slipped my thumb deep into her. Her heat was intense. Once again I found the spongy mass with my thumb and her clit with the outside edge of my index finger. I moved in and out and in a circular motion squeezing my finger and thumb together. I moved my tongue along her path then up to the base of her spine then back to focus on her ring. I bit her, I slapped her ass and then I pulled her hair to drive my thumb into her deeper. Her moans were turning to screams and I worried that the police would be knocking on the door any second. I brought her to the edge and kept her there as long as I could before she exploded into me again. Her moans were deep within her now sounding almost rattled. Her breathing was erratic and when she looked back at me I could see that her eyes were glazed. Is this the vanilla (okay not so vanilla) equivalent to sub-space?

Now it's my turn. I flipped her back onto her back, crossed her ankles, and positioned her feet on my chest. I gripped the bend of her hips lifting her ass off the bed and entered her. She was HOT! I never knew a woman could feel so incredibly hot. I drove into her with an intensity I never even imagined at eighteen. We normally have sex or maybe even make love. Not this night. This night I fucked her. I fucked her hard, driving into her, trying to split her and hurt her. She squeezed her eyes and bit her lip, she rubbed herself and held onto my hands. She was as hot to my eyes as she was inside. I began to feel myself nearing the edge. Then she flipped me over and mounted me. Sitting upright with her legs spread across me she began to ride forward and back. She crossed my wrists above my head and pinned them there with one hand. Then she slapped me with the other. She rode me up and down now squeezing me with her muscles. Then she said to me;
"I don't want you to just come. I want to make you come"

Her words sent a tingle through my body. She slapped me again and ordered in a firm voice:
"Come Motherfucker! Come now!"
I pushed up and into her hard and she released my wrists to sit upright. She began to rub herself again and I pushed harder. I felt her grip me and I knew that she was getting close so I let myself go. She started to come and her moans and the muscle contractions sent me over the edge. I nearly always have multiples, but never quite like this. The explosion made me dizzy and I felt an almost numbness all over my body. Wave after wave came over me and I wondered if it would last forever. She collapsed on top of me and that is exactly how we were when I awoke a few hours later.



Sorry this is so long. This is the most incredible experience Ive ever had and I wanted to capture as much detail as I could remember.