S is for SEX

by Scott Hildreth

  Big.

  I liked it so much it scared me.

  I’d never had so much dick in me.

  And, now that I did, I never wanted to be fucked by any less.

  I had every intention of fucking Dick so good, so hard, and with such crazed passion that he’d have no choice but to make me his significant other. His favorite piece of ass, his main bitch, his…

  His pace increased. My breathing became labored. I was on the verge of either dying or being sent to another place altogether, and I knew not which.

  His balls pounded against my clit. His cock hit spots so deep inside of me I couldn’t help but wonder how I would ever be the same. And, with a few more magical strokes, I began to burst.

  Oh. My. God.

  “Your pussy is tight as fuck,” he grunted.

  “I. Think. It’s. Your. Big. Fucking. Dick.” The words escaped my lungs, one with each stroke of his massive cock.

  Big dicks bring big orgasms, and they bring ‘em quick. I arched my back and prepared for the mother of all orgasms. Being fucked by him felt so good. Each time his balls collided with my clit, I felt like it was coming, but it never surfaced. Stuck in sexual limbo, and fearing that I was being cheated out of what I was entitled to, I did what it seemed I always did in a pinch.

  I lifted my head from the comforter. “Can you play with my ass?” I whispered.

  He continued to pound away. “What?”

  “My ass,” I said. “Do something.”

  He slapped it.

  And again.

  I liked having my ass slapped, but it wasn’t what I had in mind. I was so close, I just needed…

  “Stick your finger in it?”

  There, I said it.

  I felt my ass cheeks spread apart. I chewed against my bottom lip. He did just as I asked and rubbed his finger along my wet pussy, and then slid it in my ass. It was exactly what I needed.

  A tingling shot through me from my nipples to my clit.

  His thick cock filled my pussy while he finger-fucked my ass. In a matter of seconds, I reached sensory overload and drifted away to my sacred sexual place.

  My toes curled. His balls banged a tune on my clit. My legs shook. I pinched my nipples. His massive cock bottomed out inside of me. I gulped a breath of air. The stars aligned.

  And. I. Came.

  Hard.

  I collapsed onto the bed.

  Satisfied, exhausted, and still half-drunk, I quickly realized he was far from done fucking me.

  But I was done being fucked. I was in no way prepared to be punished any more by his massive cock.

  I rolled onto my back. “Cum on me.”

  It seemed to be a request all men enjoyed fulfilling.

  I focused my drunken eyes. He looked like a dream. His six pack rippled as he stroked his glistening cock. My eyes rose to his chest. Wide, bulging, and massive, it looked like two thick slabs of tanned meat.

  My mouth watered. My eyes fell to his waist.

  He stroked his massive cock. “In your mouth.”

  I mentally agreed, but said nothing.

  I spun around, fell to my knees, and looked up at his ten-inch dick. The thought of watching him stroke it to completion was a huge turn-on, and he didn’t disappoint.

  His clenched fist stroked from the base to the tip while I eagerly knelt at his feet. Seeing his perfectly sculpted body and his handsome face was more than enough to cause me to feel faint, but adding his jacking off to the equation made me a weakened mess.

  He pressed his hand against my forehead and began to moan. With wide eyes I watched him arch his back and continue to work his full length in his hand.

  I didn’t want his cum on my face or in my mouth.

  But I did.

  Kind of.

  I licked my lips in anticipation.

  “You sexy little bitch,” he growled.

  The cum shot from the tip of his swollen dick like a rocket, every drop somehow making it into my mouth. Seeing him reach climax was insanely satisfying. Having him come in my mouth was even more so.

  I wrapped my lips around the head and sucked, sending him into a frenzy. Afterward, we both relaxed on the bed, side-by-side.

  “I knew you’d be a crazy little bitch,” he said.

  There you go with the bitch thing again.

  I was too drunk to argue, and far too satisfied with his fat cock to start an argument. At least not this early in the game.

  “You have no idea how crazy I am,” I said.

  It was my way of trying to convince him to keep fucking me.

  And, it worked.

  The next morning, he fucked me before breakfast.

  And after.

  When we finished the second time, I took another shower and changed into the shorts I wore to work the night before. Weakened from the sex, I knew very little, but I knew one thing for sure.

  I. Was. Ruined.

  NINE

  Jess

  OUR date was in no way what I expected – or hoped for – but it led me to believe Dick may be seeing me as slightly more than a simple piece of ass.

  He pulled the earmuff away from my right ear. “Squeeze the trigger. Don’t yank it.”

  I nodded. My father was in the military, and growing up on a farm as the only sister to three brothers, a gun wasn’t anything new to me. I’d fired them many times, but never in an indoor range. I steadied the gun, aligned the sights, and squeezed the trigger.

  The recoil from the 9mm wasn’t near as brutal as the .45 caliber my father taught me to shoot with. I stared at the target, slightly disappointed with my performance – the rip in the paper target wasn’t exactly where I’d pointed, but it was close. I fired another. And another. In a matter of seconds, the slide stayed open, a reminder that the 17-round magazine was empty.

  I glanced at Dick.

  “Not bad,” he said with a nod. “Definitely not your first time.”

  “Not at all,” I said. “My father was a Marine. And, I grew up on a farm.”

  He reeled the target in and inspected it. “Impressive.”

  I studied the three-inch long gash on the side of his forehead. “So, are you going to tell me what happened?”

  “Just like I told you earlier. Misunderstanding.”

  I knew better than to pry. There was no doubt that Dick was involved in some shady stuff, and as with most people who chose the life of an outlaw, he kept his criminal life private.

  “Okay.”

  He pulled off my target, placed a new one on the clip, and ran the it out to twenty-five feet.

  “Put on your ears,” he said.

  I pulled the earmuffs over my ears and put on my glasses. Seventeen shots were fired as fast as he was able to pull the trigger. He placed the pistol down, reeled the target in, and inspected it.

  All of the rounds were within a few inches of each other. I knew enough about firing a pistol to know he was as good as my father, and he was as good as the US Marine Corps had ever seen.

  I pointed at the shredded paper. “Wow.”

  He shrugged. “Lots of practice.”

  “I guess so.”

  We alternated back and forth, each taking turns shooting at various targets. I appreciated that he wanted to use the same lane, and enjoy the time we spent at the range – instead of getting two lanes and making it a less personal experience.

  After we fired all of the ammunition, he glanced around the empty range. “So, you about ready to eat?”

  “Sure,” I said.

  He was dressed in a V-neck tee shirt, jeans, and dress shoes, which was much different than the other two times I’d seen him. His muscular physique was undeniable in the clothes he was wearing, and staring was something I had to consciously try to keep myself from doing.

  The tee shirt clung to his wide chest as he placed the pistols, glasses, and earmuffs in the padded case. After cleaning up all of the trash, he picked up the gun case and patted me on the shoulder.

  “Ready?”
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  “You sure everything’s okay?” I asked.

  “What do you mean?”

  “You sure whatever hit your head didn’t do some damage?”

  “I’m fine, why?”

  I knew he hadn’t changed – because people never do – but I wondered if the way he looked at me had. Or at least I hoped.

  “Nothing,” I said, not wanting to scare him away.

  I walked slightly behind him, acting preoccupied with everything, although I wasn’t. I liked watching him walk, and imagined what other people thought when they saw him for the first time.

  Seeing him was intimidating, but hearing him talk was just about as bad. He was the type of man who commanded everyone’s attention whether he realized it or not.

  He unlocked the car and put the case in the trunk. “What are you in the mood for?”

  I wanted him to fuck me. I was well aware that sex with me meant nothing to him, and that whatever we were doing wasn’t permanent – but as far as I was concerned it was all the more reason to be fucking and not eating a cheeseburger or talking over a glass of wine.

  “Dick.”

  He shot me a confused look. “What?”

  “No,” I said. “You asked what I was in the mood for. I want some dick, Dick.”

  “I can arrange that,” he responded flatly.

  I lowered myself into the seat and buckled my seatbelt, feeling like something was wrong. I doubted a person like Dick ended up with a three-inch hole in his forehead without there being a story to go along with it.

  I knew better than to ask again, but I couldn’t help but wonder. “Let’s eat something light and go back to your place and bone.”

  My idea bounced around inside the quiet car for some time before he responded.

  “Sounds good,” he said.

  No smart remark. No I’m in charge, you’ll do what I say response. Just a sounds good. I wanted him to get in another high-speed chase with the cops, pull over and fuck me on the hood of the car, or say he had to rob a bank really quick just so I’d feel like he was doing alright. I wondered if any of those possibilities could come to fruition.

  What originally appealed to me about Dick – besides his very obvious dick – was that he seemed like the ultimate bad boy. Not a punk kid with an attitude, or a man with a desire to simply act like an asshole, but a true bad boy through and through.

  Now, he seemed like an average guy. Well, one who was covered in muscles and was rocking a massive cock.

  The only thing I knew that might bring him out of his slump was a blowjob. A good dick sucking seemed to be a cure-all for whatever was wrong with a man – at least the men I knew. I took my chances and unbuckled my seatbelt.

  The warning buzzer began to ding.

  “What the fuck are you doing?” he snarled.

  I felt it would be best that I didn’t respond. Maybe, I thought, it would bring out the asshole in him. Make him revert back to normal. I reached to unbuckle his belt, and he squirmed in his seat and gave me a shitty glare.

  “Answer me.”

  I had yet to wrap my lips around it, and he was already acting like he was feeling better.

  I returned a shitty glare of my own, and pulled his half-stiff cock from his jeans.

  “Just drive,” I said.

  “You might not want to do that,” he warned.

  “Why?”

  “My cock is angry right now.”

  “Feed me every angry inch of it,” I said.

  He let out a sigh. “You asked.”

  With one hand on the steering wheel and one on the back of my head, he forced the tip of his stiff cock past my lips.

  I had always considered myself versed in the art of sucking dick, and I’d never encountered one I couldn’t swallow. Convinced Dick’s wasn’t going to be the first, I tried to start off slow and prepare my throat for what was sure to come.

  Apparently, he didn’t get the memo.

  Immediately, the tip of his dick began banging against the back of my throat. With watering eyes and a convulsing gag reflex I never knew I had, I sucked his cock the best that I was able.

  He was right.

  He was angry.

  Most women would find what he was doing to me to be either repulsive or a disgraceful. Some might even describe it as abusive.

  Me?

  I loved it when a man shoved his cock down my throat. The bigger the better. It brought out the best in me.

  I pulled my mouth off his dick and looked up at him. “Fuck yes. Fuck my mouth.”

  “Shut the fuck up,” he snarled.

  He grabbed the back of my head and shoved my face in his lap.

  With his dick covered in my saliva, and my throat finally prepped for the occasion, I flattened my tongue against the bottom of the shaft, and eagerly swallowed every inch of him.

  His hips worked in unison with me, forcing himself up when my mouth was traveling down. In a matter of minutes, my pussy started to ache. Throbbing and tingling, it was screaming for some cock of its own. I wanted to beg, but I didn’t.

  Instead, I sucked harder. Faster. More aggressively. In response, he pulled against my hair, lifting my head from his lap.

  “I’m going to fuck the shit out of you,” he growled.

  He pulled the car over and all but yanked me from inside. Nervously, I looked around, wondering what well-lit parking lot he’d landed in. I glanced at the building. A red and white circle plastered to the side made me grin.

  Target.

  At 7:00 on a Friday night. Granted, we were parked in the rear of the lot, and behind the building, but we were there in broad daylight.

  Perfect.

  With both of us standing outside of his car, and his cock standing at attention, he lifted my dress to my waist, pulled against my panties, and eventually ripped them in two.

  I’d never been one for public sex, and in fact, wondered if the opportunity ever presented itself if I would be able to perform. When he pushed my head into the seat of his car and shoved me full of dick, I got my answer.

  I loved it.

  His hips pounded against my ass while he forced inch after inch of his thick cock into me. With each stroke I let out a grunt of satisfaction, imagining random soccer moms and single fathers happening by only to see me getting fucked senseless in the parking lot.

  This is so hot.

  The size of his dick made being fucked an entirely different experience. I was no newcomer to sex, being fucked hard, or being bent over and hate fucked – which was exactly what he was doing.

  Having Dick fuck me redefined everything I thought I knew about sex.

  While filled with his cock, I never wanted it to end. It was painful, erotic, magical, beyond compare, and one hundred fucking percent satisfying.

  I felt him withdraw from my pussy. I wondered what I did wrong? Why he would end such a wonderful thing? Even if we were in the parking lot of a Target Superstore, stopping in the middle of something that felt so good should be criminal.

  Further proof that my suspicions were correct.

  His hand between my legs made me jump. He rubbed his palm against my soaking wet pussy and wiped my juices along the crack of my ass. I felt slight pressure against my anus. And then a little more.

  “Whoa. Whoa.” I begged. “No. There’s…”

  Slowly, he began to slide his cock inside.

  Oh. My. God.

  My entire body began to tingle.

  “Fuck it.” I took a deep breath.

  “Do it,” I growled. “Just. Take. It. Easy.”

  Slowly, he began to fuck me in the ass. Apparently, whoever hit him in the head got away without being punished, and I was paying the price for it. I hated the fact that he got hit, but I was glad to act as the means of relief for his suppressed frustration.

  I bit against my bottom lip.

  As his thick shaft worked in and out of my ass with care, I felt myself begin to reach climax. I buried my face in the seat of his car, reached back
with my right hand, and began to rub my clit feverishly.

  I closed my eyes and prayed for him to never stop fucking me. A few seconds later, I burst into an orgasm to end all orgasms, wailing my satisfaction into the small space inside of his car. An instant later, I felt him release his warmth into my ass.

  I collapsed face-first into the seat.

  He chuckled. “I just butt fucked you in the parking lot of a fucking grocery store.”

  I caught my breath and turned around. He was buckling his belt. The tingling sensation in my ass acted as a constant reminder of what had just happened.

  “Yeah. You did,” I said. “And I loved it.”

  “I decided something right before I came,” he said.

  “What’s that?”

  “Well, this chick was driving by, and she was rubbernecking. You know, she slowed way down and was watching me fuck you. And I didn’t know what to fucking do. So, I waved at her. And, I mean, I’m nuts deep in your ass. It’s fucking 7:00. It’s daylight, and I’m butt fucking you with your head all shoved into the seat of the car and your ass in the air.”

  “So what’d you decide?”

  “Oh. I decided that you’re alright.”

  Alright. I found it heartwarming that an asshole like him would say such a thing. “Just alright?”

  “Yeah.” He brushed the wrinkles from his shirt and shoved his hands into his front pockets. “So, you busy tomorrow?”

  “Night?”

  He shrugged. “Whatever.”

  I was scheduled to work, but I didn’t care. Not. One. Bit. “No,” I said. “Not at all.”

  “Cool.”

  I got out of the car, waddled to the passenger side door, and carefully lowered my sore ass into the seat. He got in and closed the door.

  “Ready?”

  “Every time you ask me that, something crazy happens,” I said.

  “Welcome to my life,” he said.

  I didn’t know if he meant it to be a formal invitation, but I took it as one.

  And, I was ready.

  FOURTEEN

  Dick

  “SO, the day I made the pickup and the delivery for Drake, I called him. I made him think I was already there – ready to do the drop-off – and that Duc’s guys were waiting to receive the package.”