Sorry About the Earthquake

"Sorry about the earthquake," Tyler said as he came downstairs.

He was shirtless, wearing just a pair of blue pajama pants. His muscles were pumped and glistening with sweat, as though he had just been working out. I knew what kind of workout he'd had, and the thought of it made me sick.

Behind him was some nameless slut that if I ever saw again I wouldn't remember or be able to tell her apart from all of the other nameless sluts Tyler brought home. She looked like she had gotten a workout herself. She had no makeup on, her blonde hair was out of place, and she was just as sweaty as he was. She was carrying a jacket and a pair of shoes.

There hadn't been an earthquake, of course, although it had kind of felt and sounded like one. Tyler and his slut had just been fucking for the past few hours, and since his bed was right over the living room, Donald had to turn up the TV to drown out the banging and screaming coming from upstairs. The volume on the TV couldn't keep the walls from shaking, however, or stop the dust that would sprinkle from the ceiling after what I assumed were Tyler's more intense thrusts.

"Hope it wasn't too loud this time," Tyler said, obviously trying to get our attention after Donald and I both ignored his first comment. We just kept watching TV and did our best to not notice Donald's roommate or his guest. "Sorry about the earthquake," was the joke he made every time after he had a slut over, which was pretty much every day, and sometimes multiple times per day.

"Sure you can't stick around for one more round?"

"I'd love to baby," the slut said as she slipped on her shoes. "But I gotta get to work."

As she bent over to fasten the clasps of her shoes, Donald and I got a look right up her ass at her tiny, pink thong. I elbowed my boyfriend to get him to look back at the TV.

The slut straightened herself up and then went to kiss Tyler goodbye. He stuck his tongue in her mouth and reached around to fondle her ass. He put his hand under her tiny miniskirt and rubbed her ass cheeks.

"Gross," I said.

"Maybe I'll come back after my shift?" the slut said as she walked to the door.

"Maybe," Tyler said, already sounding as though he'd lost interest. "Gimme a call when you're done. Don't wait too long though. I'm definitely gonna be fucking somebody."

"Ok," she said, and then left, closing the door behind her.

"How about you," Tyler said, looking over at me as he leaned against the railing leading up the stairway. "Want to come up and have some fun?"

"Fuck you," I said, disgusted, and not for the first time.

"Fuck me?" He asked, laughing. "Was that a yes? Well, come on!"

"That was a no," I said. "Hell no. Never. Do I look like one of your sluts?"

"Little bit actually," Tyler said, looking down at me. I was wearing a tank top and a pair of shorts, but he was looking at me as though I was naked. "Nice legs, great tits, dick-sucking lips. Only difference is my sluts all look happy and satisfied. You look pissed off and frigid."

"Leave us alone," I yelled.

Tyler just laughed and headed upstairs. "All right. Gonna go shower. I'll leave the door open, in case you wanna come watch. I know how you like to do that."

"Fuck you," I said again.

"Some day," he said with a laugh. He turned around and went up stairs.

I looked at Donald, but his eyes were glued to the TV. I was annoyed and relieved at the same time. I didn't know if he had heard the comment about how I like to watch, but I was glad he showed no reaction to it.

Of course, I don't like to watch. That was just Tyler being an asshole, trying to get a rise out of me. A few days before, Tyler was fucking one of his sluts while I was spending the night with Donald. I woke up in the middle of the night and had to pee. As I walked to the bathroom, I noticed that Tyler's door was open just a few inches.

I'm not proud of what I did next, but I couldn't help myself.

I had only ever heard Tyler's earthquakes through a closed door or through the ceiling. The headboard of his bed was pounding against the wall, and the springs of his bed sounded as though they were about to fly out of his mattress. And the slut's screams were just insane. Completely guttural and primal.

"OOOOOOOOOO!!!" I heard her moan. "FUUUUUUUUCK!!!! MEEEEE!!!"

It was like something out of a porno. People didn't really fuck like that, did they? I certainly never had.

Anyway, I couldn't help myself. I walked to his door as quietly as I could and peaked in. The slut was bent over, straddling the bed, while Tyler fucked her from behind. It wasn't even like a porno. It was like something from a nature show, the kind where the alpha lion mounted a lioness in the middle of the Serengeti. His pecs and biceps bulged as he pounded her from behind. The slut's back was arched because Tyler was pulling her hair. Her tits flapped around as he drove himself into her, hard and fast.

Suddenly I looked up and realized that he was staring at me. Our eyes locked for just a second, and then he smiled and winked one of his bright blue eyes.

I swirled around fast and ran back to Donald's room. I slammed the door behind me and flew under the covers.

"Huh? Wass' goin' on?" Donald asked, still half asleep.

"Nothing, baby," I said. "Sorry to wake you."

After another minute, he was sleeping again. I tossed and turned for the next few hours. My heart was racing, and I still had to pee.

"Enjoy the show last night?" Tyler asked me the next morning.

I was making coffee in the kitchen when he came in and stood next to me me. He had a shit-eating grin on his face, and his usual morning attire of pajama pants and nothing else. I tried not to stare at his six pack abs or the way his muscles formed a V that pointed down below his waste. I scooped the coffee into the filter and did my best to ignore him.

"Didn't answer my question," he said. He crossed his arms over his chest, making his pecs and his biceps look even bigger than they already were.

"I've seen better," I said, because I couldn't think of anything else. I decided to change the subject. "Where's your friend?"

"She left last night," he said. "Had to sneak back home before her husband noticed."

"Gross," I said. "You are such a creep."

"Hey, I'm not the one who's married. Blame her, not me," he said. "Or blame her husband. She obviously came home with me cause he can't fuck her right."

Then he smiled sweetly. He was very handsome, and he knew it, with a perfect smile, deep dimples, and piercing blue eyes. It was easy to see why so many women threw themselves at him.

"That's kind of my speciality," he said. "Pleasing women who are with guys who can't."

I poured myself a cup of coffee and did my best to ignore his comments. How did he know?

"Hey, let me get a cup," he said.

I turned around to grab another mug out of the cupboard and my shirt rode up slightly as I reached up to the second shelf. I suddenly realized he had a perfect view of my ass in just a thong. Why hadn't I put on pants or a longer shirt?

I quickly poured his coffee and handed it over without making eye contact. My face felt hot and flushed.

"You didn't have to run away, you know," he said. "I'm not shy. I don't mind an audience. In fact, I kinda like one."

"I didn't run away," I said, annoyed at the accusation, or maybe because we both knew he was right. I took a sip of my coffee. I realized that my nipples were getting hard. I told myself it was because it was cold in there.

"I stopped watching because I was bored."

"Bored, huh?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. "Well, I'll start leaving my door open more often. Next time I promise I'll give you a show you won't believe. Forget starting an earthquake, I'll bring this fucking house down."

I sipped my coffee so he wouldn't notice my breathing. Why hadn't I put on my bra before I came downstairs?

"And if you don't want to just watch, you can join in," Tyler said as I stared at the floor. "And if you want me all to yourself, we can make her watch the two of us."

I stayed silent and just sipped my coffee.

"You ever been fucked before?"

"What?" I was shocked by his question. "Donald and I fuck all the time."

"I'm sure you guys have sex," he said, "but does he really fuck you? Like you saw me do to that girl last night? You ever been bent over and fucked hard by a nice... big... cock?"

As he said those last three words, he leaned in close and spoke directly in my ear.

"I..." came out of my mouth, and then I stopped, because I honestly didn't know what to say. I wanted to tell him to go to hell, but I was also breathing hard and my voice was about to crack. I turned away and faced the cupboards. I didn't want him to see how flushed I had become, or how hard my nipples were. Had I been fucked? I honestly didn't know. Had I even had an orgasm? I always thought so, but I had certainly never screamed like I heard him make his sluts scream. Suddenly I felt his hand on my ass. His skin on my bare cheek made me suck in my breath quickly. I found myself wondering how big his cock was. From the way all his sluts screamed, I knew it had to be huge. I wondered how it would feel inside me...

"Come upstairs," he said, standing so close I could feel his breath on my neck. His hand caressed my ass as his fingers went lower, between my legs. "I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you."

I turned around, looking into his eyes, and luckily, Donald walked in at that moment and wished us both a good morning. I didn't know what I would have done had Donald not walked in, but since he did I smiled, walked over to him, and kissed him passionately on the lips. I turned and smiled at Tyler, not caring now that my nipples were ready to cut through my shirt like diamonds on glass. I was even hoping he'd notice and assume that I was turned on from kissing my boyfriend.

"All right," Tyler said after taking a long swallow of his coffee. "Gonna give you two love birds some privacy. Catch you later, babe." He winked as he walked past and left the kitchen.

"Let's go to bed," I said to Donald as we sat at the kitchen table. I had to speak loudly so he could hear me over the moaning and banging and creaking.

"Bed?" Donald asked, confused. "But we just got up."

"Not to sleep," I said with a smile.

"Oh," he said. "Tonight. I have to get ready for work."

He poured himself a cup of coffee then sat down at the table.

I was still feeling flush. I kneeled down in front of him. "At least let me do something for you."

I opened the drawstring of his pajama pants and pulled out his penis. It was soft, so I squeezed it and started to rub it until it grew. I wondered how much longer Tyler's cock was was than Donald's penis. I wondered if he was twice as long. Or even more. Donald was... small. But then I felt ashamed of myself and pushed the thought away. I put his penis in my mouth and sucked him off. He lasted about a minute or two. I usually wouldn't let him come in my mouth, and if he did I'd run to the bathroom to spit it out and brush my teeth. But for some reason that morning I kept sucking as he shot his load into my mouth. I greedily drank it all down and kept sucking, hoping for more.

"Ok ok ok," he almost pleading. "I'm done."

I licked his shaft then looked him in the eye, "But I want more, baby."

"But I'm done," he said quietly, then got up. "I have to get ready for work."

We both went back upstairs and got changed in silence. He went to work, and I went back to my own apartment. After that, things got a little weird. I kept coming over almost every day, although in retrospect that was probably the wrong thing to do, since Tyler's flirting and out right propositions continued to escalate.

The earthquakes become even more frequent, and louder too, if only because after that night he stopped closing his door altogether. Even on the rare occasions when he was alone, his door was almost always open. He seemed able to sense when I was about to walk by, since he was always just pulling on pants or just wrapping himself in a towel, or just walking out of view. I got lots of views of his pecs and abs and even his perfectly taut, tanned, bare ass, but never his cock. I was kept wondering how how huge it must be, getting hints only from the bulge in his pants, the contours of his towel, or the outrageous orgasms he gave to all the sluts he brought over.

I'll admit I got more forward as well, at least in the way I dressed when I came over and lounged around the apartment. I went from scolding myself for only wearing a thong and a long shirt, to wearing no panties at all. I told myself it was because I hated Tyler and wanted to tease and torture him, showing him glimpses of what he'd never have. And for a while there I even believed it. I used to wake up in the morning and come downstairs in just a night shirt that was a little too tight and a little too short. If I stood completely still, you couldn't tell I wasn't wearing any panties, but of course I had to reach the mug on the top shelf, and bend over to get coffee filters from the bottom cupboard. If Tyler ever noticed, he never said anything.

I even thought about leaving the door open when Donald and I made love, but I never did. I told myself it was because I wanted privacy, and not because there wasn't much to see here, move along, folks. I tried to moan and come louder, however, but it seemed to bother Donald since he'd keep shushing me so I finally stopped. After he'd finish, he would immediately roll over and fall asleep. I would lie there next to him, trying not to think about Tyler.

And then, of course, we finally fucked. It was a morning where Donald had to work early and I had to work late, so he left and I stayed in bed. After he kissed me good bye and we exchanged I love yous, I fell back asleep for another couple hours, longer than I should've. I woke up and saw how late it was and jumped out of bed, threw on a shirt and ran to the bathroom to shower. As I was closing the door, Tyler poked his head in.

"I need to shower."

He was shirtless. I looked at his pecs, then my eyes followed his abs down to the top of his boxers.

"I need to shower," he said again, snapping my eyes back up. I looked at his beautiful blue eyes.

"I got here first," I said. "I need to get ready for work." I pulled my shirt down, but I realized it was too short. It stopped just below my belly button.

I saw him looking at my pussy. He then looked up and smiled. "I need to get ready for work too. And since I pay rent here and you don't, I'm showering first."

He pushed the door open and walked in.

"I need to get ready for work," I said.

"Then I guess we're showering together," he said, pulling down his boxers. "You stay on your side, I'll stay on mine."

His cock was... It couldn't have been that big. He pulled off his boxers and then turned around and stepped into the shower and turned it on. I stood there for a minute while he grabbed the body wash and started to lather up.

"Come on," he said. "I thought you were in a hurry."

I knew I should have left, but instead I pulled off my shirt and stepped into the shower. I faced the wall silently. It was cold because he was between me and the shower head. All I heard was the water, his lathering, and my heart beating so hard in my ears.

"Here," he said gently.

I looked over my shoulder and saw he was holding out the bodywash. I turned around slowly and took it, then squeezed a little on my hand and began lathering myself, starting with my belly and then my arms and then my breasts.

"You really are beautiful," he said, sounding actually sweet.

"Thank you," I said quietly.

I was so unimaginably turned on I was afraid if I even moved I'd come right there.

"I'm sorry if I'm dangling into your half," he said with a smile, but still sweetly and not smug as usual.

I looked down at his cock. It had grown a little, but still wasn't hard... but even so it was so fucking big. It swung between his legs as he lathered his chest.

"I've never..." I started, but the words fell off. "It's... It's so... big."

"Do you want to help me clean it?"

"Yes," I said quietly.

I squeezed some bodywash in my hand and then... couldn't do it. He took my hand in his and gently guided it onto his cock. It was so big it made my little hand look tiny, like a toy. It was like grabbing a tree branch. As I squeezed, it began to grow. My pussy felt warm.

"Oooooooooh," I began to moan as my speed increased and he continued to grow. It expanded in my hands like a balloon taking in water. I used both hands and twisted and moved them up and down like a corkscrew. His cock was so big they didn't even touch.

"That's nice," he said softly.

"Ooooooo," I moaned again and then looked up into his eyes. "I'm... I'm coming... I'm coming," My eyes rolled back and I felt my body shake. He held me as I orgasmed.

"I've never had a girl come just from jerking me off before," he said. "You need this don't you?"

"Yes." I said. I was a bit embarrassed, but I continued jerking him off. "Are you going to..."

"Not yet," he said. I was amazed. Donald could never has lasted this long.

"Do you want to suck it?"

I nodded my head vigorously.

"Let's rinse off then go to my room," he said. He stepped under the showerhead and spun around, his massive dick still hard as a rock. He put his arm around me and led me under the head so I could rinse. Then he turned off the water and we stepped out and toweled off quickly. Then he took my hand and walked me to his bedroom. He left the door open and then sat down on his bed.

"Come here," he said.

His legs were spread and his dick was hard and full. I must've been about ten inches. It was certainly bigger than my head, and definitely made Donald's penis look like a baby dick. I kneeled before him like I was going to pray to it. After some hesitation, he put his hand on my head and gently offered some help. I took his cock in my mouth as far as I could at first, which was just a few inches, so I was still able to keep jerking him off with both hands. I couldn't believe he was finally inside of me, and it was incredible. I kept trying to go deeper and deeper. I still kept stroking him with two hands when I finally felt his head hit the back of my throat. I pulled me head up because I started to gag.

"You're incredible at that," he said with a smile, his head moving from the back of my head to rub my cheek softly. "Almost no girl gets me that deep."

"It's so big" I said, panting but still stroking him two-handed.

"You seem used to it. Donnie must be pretty big."

"No," I said shaking my head. I started to giggle.

"No?"

"No," I said definitively. "Baby dick."

"Damn," he said.

"Like to here," I said, pointing to his dick about a third of the way up, maybe three or four inches. I kept stroking the top half of his cock with my other hand. "How have you not come yet?"

"I'm not Donnie," he said. He was right.

"Fuck me," I said.

"What?" he said, pretending not to hear.

"Fuck me," I said louder. "Please fuck me. Fuck me now."

"Come here," he said, motioning me to lie down on the bed.

We started with missionary, and he went slow at first. As soon as he slid in just the tip of his cock, I understood how much bigger he was than Donald. I immediately started coming and I didn't stop for the next hour. He went in deeper with each thrust, and faster, until I could feel his balls slapping my ass. I moaned. I screamed. The bed shook and headboard banged against the wall. I kept begging to be fucked even harder.

"Want me to fuck you?"

"Yes!"

"Like a little slut?

"Yes!"

"Want me to fuck you like a little whore?"

"Oh please oh please oh please!!" I begged. He finally turned back into the Tyler I remembered. The Tyler I didn't know I needed. He pulled out and turned me over then fucked me doggy, raw and hard. After that we moved around a lot, with him throwing me around like a doll. I climbed on top, then he spun me around, then he hit me doggy again. All I really remembered was coming over and over again, the feeling of how deep his cock hit.

"All right, slut," he said after what seemed like hours, pulling himself out and then standing over me. He grunted deeply and then shot a huge, thick load on my face. It was warm and seemed never ending. The first spurt hit me in the eye but I didn't blink. The next was in my hair, on my cheek, and just all over.

"Wow," was all I could say. I was dripping with sweat, and sticky from Tyler's come. It was in my hair, on my face, and dripping down my tits.

"Donnie ever fuck you like that?" he asked, stretching out next to me, resting his head resting on his hand. He ran his other hand along my stomach.

"No..." I said, then suddenly realized what I had done. "I shouldn't have done this. I should go Donald will be home soon."

"Let's welcome him home with an earthquake," he said.

I started to get up, but before I could he turned me over and as soon as I felt his hand on my side, I knew I couldn't say no. I didn't want to say no. I'm not sure if I forgot Donald existed or if I just didn't care if he was downstairs listening. I certainly knew we were finished. How could I go back to his pathetic little baby dick after having Tyler's monster inside of me? I knew at that point, I was Tyler's completely.

And then he was inside me again. We had already fucked for longer than Donald and I probably had over the course of a week or two, and then we kept going.

After a while, he covered me with even more come.

"I guess we need to shower again," I said after we laid next to each other for a while.

He laughed as we both got up.

"Good thing I lied about having to go to work."

"Me too," I said.

He took my hand and we walked naked to the bathroom, me dripping with come, his dick swinging between his legs.

A noise came from downstairs, and then I heard Donald say, "Is that you, Shannon?"

I froze.

"Let's say hi," Tyler said. He still had my hand in his and he started toward the stairs and headed down.

We got halfway down the stairs before Tyler stopped, leaned over the railing and said hello. Donald looked up, and I could see the shock in his face. I didn't know if he could see the come caked on my face, hair, and tits, but he could clearly see that we were both naked. Our eyes met.

I definitely felt bad. I never wanted to hurt Donald, since I did love him. It wasn't his fault his baby dick was so pathetic. If anything it was my fault for staying with him all these years. Maybe I still wanted to stay with him, even though at that moment all I wanted to do was go back upstairs with Tyler and hop in the shower, where he could fuck me again.

But all I could say was, "Sorry about the earthquake."