S is for SEX

by Scott Hildreth

  His expression didn’t change.

  “Actually,” I said with a smile. “I love it.”

  His mouth twisted into smirk and he shook his head in apparent disbelief.

  “So, what are we down to? Mental sexual suffering? Yeah, I think I’ll be fine,” I said, hoping to convince him I was no newcomer to being mind-fucked by men.

  “That simple, huh?” He chuckled.

  It didn’t sound so bad at first, but I was beginning to wonder. “Well, what are you talking about? Mental suffering? From sex?”

  “I don’t know how to explain it. I just like seeing you get confused and nervous about sex. The mental struggle with continuing or whatever. When you want to continue, but you don’t. I don’t know,” he said, shaking his head as he spoke.

  It sounded pretty ridiculous to me. “Sounds good to me. I’m still thinking I’m good to go.”

  As his gaze fell to the floor and he continued to shake his head, my pussy began to tingle. I found the thought of it all very intriguing, but beyond that, I was becoming aroused thinking of just what mental suffering would – or even could – come from having sex. My mind eventually drifted to thoughts of Luke fucking me into a babbling pile of naked flesh, and it was there that I remained until he snapped his fingers and brought me out of my sexual slumber.

  “Where the hell did you go?” he asked.

  I squinted and stared. “Huh?”

  “You faded away or something. I was talking, and you were just sitting there slobbering,” he said with a laugh. f

  I wiped the sides of my mouth with the back of my hand and gazed down at what appeared to be very dry skin. “I wasn’t slobbering.”

  “Well, you were pretty close.”

  “What did you say?” I asked.

  He waved his hand in my direction. “Forget it.”

  “No, no, no. No, don’t start that forget it shit. What?” I snapped back.

  “Everyone’s a gangster until someone pulls a gun,” he said.

  “What the fuck does that mean?”

  “It means when shit gets real I guess you’ll find out if you’re good to go.”

  I laughed. It sounded ridiculous. “When the shit gets real? Are we talking about rescuing hostages or fucking?”

  “Making slow passionate love isn’t something I’m interested in,” he said. “It might get rough or even be mentally exhausting, but one thing it won’t be is easy.”

  I twisted my mouth to the side and widened my eyes slightly. It was my best is that all you’ve got look. He’s seen it a million times if he’d seen it once.

  He lowered his head and chuckled. “Fuck buddies, huh? I guess we can agree to give it a try. But if we do, you just need to remember, I like weird shit.”

  Weird rough sex?

  Yeah, count me in.

  I sat at one end of the couch and he at the far other. I peered toward him as he babbled his rhetoric, trying to assure myself if we took this step that I would be just fine. It was just sex, at least that’s what I kept telling myself. I was convinced some women had sex for the sole purpose of satisfying their partner or to keep the relationship from falling apart. Others, and probably a rather small portion of the general population, truly enjoyed it. I was one of the rare few that loved sex and everything about it.

  As I admired him with what seemed to be a different set of eyes than I had ever viewed him through, I decided not only was I good to go as far as sex went, but that I was ready.

  Ready for him to try and fuck me to death.

  Or at least into a pile of babbling flesh.

  I stood up. “Yeah. I’m good to go.”

  His eyes followed me as I stood. Quickly, his face washed with confusion.

  I placed my hands on my hips and forced a sigh. “I mean we’re both adults. We’ve been friends for as long as we can remember. I’m not going to let anything get between us. If we’re just going to remain friends and bring sex into the friendship, it’s not that big of a deal. If having sex with you turns me into a wreck, or I can’t handle it, we’ll stop. But, let me just warn you of something before we go any further.”

  “What’s that?” he asked.

  I cocked my hip to the side and did my best to mentally undress him. “I just might fuck you into a pile of babbling flesh. That’s what you said, right? Babbling flesh? I was going to be sitting in the corner babbling to myself, that’s what you said. Well, get ready to babble, Mister.”

  He pressed his hands into the cushion of the couch and straightened his posture. Slowly, he stood and turned to face me. He brushed his hair from his face, gazed at me with his thin brown eyes, and moved toward me with an air of confidence.

  I stood, frozen in place.

  He leaned into me, brushing his cheek along mine lightly until his mouth was against my left ear. My shoulders instinctively raised. Goosebumps formed along my arms. With his warm breath in my ear, I stood there attempting to act unaffected by his approach. Nothing could have been further from the truth. I wanted him to show me just what it was that would wad me into a ball of blubbering flesh, but part of me was afraid.

  “Liv, you’re shaking,” he whispered.

  A chill ran along my spine. I swallowed heavily, knowing a response was impossible.

  As he pulled away from me, his lips parted slightly. I desperately wanted him to kiss me. Halfway between being scared to death and too damned excited to move, I stood and watched his each and every movement as if there was nothing I could do to either join him or prevent him from proceeding. It was something I had spent many drunken evenings thinking about and hoping for, but had always dismissed as nothing more than just that.

  Hope.

  I stood silently as he moved closer. I waited. I wanted. But more than anything, I wondered. I knew whatever Luke offered me would be enjoyable from a sexual standpoint, but I doubted I was truly prepared. If his ability to fuck me was equal to his ability to surf or fight, I was going to be in trouble. As his chest pressed lightly against mine I closed my eyes and hoped my shaking legs would continue to hold me up.

  I could feel his warm breath against my mouth. Eager, I opened my eyes.

  He leaned his head to the side at the last moment, brushing his lips lightly past mine. As he pressed his jaw against the side of my face and exhaled lightly against my ear my panties all but burst into flames.

  “Take off your shorts, Liv,” he breathed.

  An ever so slight tingling in my pussy assured me it was alright to proceed. My hands fell to the waist of my shorts and I fumbled to unfasten the button. A simple task that I did no less than half a dozen times a day all of a sudden became impossible. After finally unbuttoning the shorts, I forced my thumbs underneath my panties and began to press them down my legs.

  He didn’t tell me to take off my panties.

  For whatever nervous reasons, I wondered if he was testing me.

  I released my panties and pushed my shorts down along my thighs until they fell to the floor. With my underwear now riding low on my hips, I stood up and kicked my shorts to the side.

  Gracefully, he knelt in front of me. I bit into my bottom lip and watched as he traced his fingers along the top edge of my panties, softly pressing them against my skin from the center of my stomach toward each hip. My eyes fell closed as I felt his fingers slide underneath the bottom lace and follow the fabric until the tips of his fingers rested against the sides of my pussy. As he carefully caressed the skin on the inside of my upper thighs with his thumbs, I released my lip and drew in a sharp unexpected breath.

  I was absolutely soaked.

  He pulled my panties to the side and I felt his warm breath against my wetness. My eyes shot open and I gasped as his mouth pressed against my swollen mound. With precision, he flicked his tongue against my clit ever so gently. As I embraced the feeling of his tongue teasing me with precision, he pulled away and gazed up at me.

  I stood there, trembling, incapable of much more than returning his gaze. My lips par
ted slightly in anticipation as he reached for the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his head. As many times as I had seen Luke shirtless at the beach, nothing could have prepared me to see him half-naked and on his knees with his face hovering in front of my wanting pussy.

  I gazed down at him filled with wonder. Why, I thought, had we taken so long to decide to give this a try? He reached around me, dug his fingertips into the cheeks of my ass, and pulled me into his face. Again, he encompassed me fully with his lips. I let out an unexpected moan as his tongue began to circle my swollen clit.

  Rhythmically, I bucked my hips against his face, fucking his mouth as he carefully flicked my clit with the tip of his tongue.

  Quickly, I felt myself begin to peak and closed my eyes. As my moaning rang out into the room, a deep groan escaped his lips and transferred into my wet flesh in mild vibrations. His lips and tongue continued to nibble and work their magic on my nub until a tingling filled me and I bellowed out into the room.

  The intensity of the orgasm was unlike anything I had ever experienced. I pulled my hips away from his face and peered down at him, only to see him gazing up, his face covered with my wetness.

  Slowly, he stood.

  Our lips met. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to become lost in the moment. His tongue danced with mine magically, and along with it came the taste of my orgasm. As we kissed he pulled me firmly against him. With my head spinning and my mind trying to make sense of the situation I had so quickly agreed to become a part of, I kissed him eagerly in return, savoring each and every movement of his lips and tongue. He dragged his nails along my back as he pressed his palms deep against my muscles, his hands coming to a stop at my waist. As I ground my hips against his, I felt his rigid shaft against my leg.

  I pulled my mouth from his and slowly shifted my eyes from his broad chest along his chiseled abdomen and eventually to his waist.

  Silently, he reached down, untied his shorts, and pushed them to the floor.

  A pronounced “V” shape in his lower stomach muscles commanded my focus to fall further, following the “V” to the area it so clearly pointed to. I stared, all but paralyzed by the sight of what was the most beautiful cock I had ever seen. As my mind drifted to thoughts of being filled with something so perfectly shaped, I couldn’t help but wonder if the girth of his third leg would tear me apart.

  An unwanted sigh escaped my lungs. With my focus fixed on his thickness, I reached for the bottom of my shirt. I pulled it over my head and reached behind my back. As I awkwardly fumbled with the clasp of my bra, he began to slowly stroke his shaft with his right hand.

  With my eyes glued to his insanely large and ever-so-stiff dick, I dropped my bra to the floor. His hand continued to slowly work its way up and down the shaft, all but commanding me to remain focused on the swollen member I had spent so many years fantasizing about. I pushed my panties to the floor.

  His free hand gripping my neck startled me. He leaned closer, pressing his bare chest to mine. As we stood with our eyes locked, he slowly rubbed the tip of his swollen cock along my pussy lips.

  He pressed the head of his dick against my wet pussy, tapping my clit at the end of each stroke. My heart raced as he tightened his grip on my neck. I had never been choked before, and although I felt some guilt for feeling the way I did, there was something about him doing it that was driving me fucking insane. He studied my eyes through thinning slits, his mouth twisting into a slight smirk with each stroke of his swollen flesh against my wetness.

  He released my neck.

  I gasped.

  “Are you ready?” he asked.

  I pursed my lips, swallowed heavily, and nodded.

  “I asked you a question, Liv.” He cleared his throat. “Are. You. Ready?”

  Without thinking, I reached for my neck and rubbed where his hand had been. What felt like small electric shocks tingled deep within my pussy. He stood before me, stroking his cock as he waited for an answer. Luke. My best friend. My best friend with added benefits.

  What the fuck did I get myself into?

  I wasn’t ready.

  I released my neck and lowered my hand. “Yes.”

  I had no idea of what he was going to do, but I knew I wanted him to do something. I had a crush on Luke since we were young, and had spent many hours fantasizing about being with him sexually. Having him stand before me naked had me more excited than I ever would have imagined. As I stood there in the heightened state of sexual bliss, deep in my mind a small bit of fear lingered.

  Fear of the unknown.

  “Close your eyes,” he said flatly.

  As much as I didn’t want to, I did as he asked. The room fell dark. I stood in the silence filled with wonder – excited and aroused more than I had ever been in my life.

  I felt his arm around my thighs. His other arm pressed against my upper back. His warm breath against my ear.

  “I’m going to pick you up,” he whispered.

  I pressed my tongue against the roof of my mouth and attempted to swallow. “Okay,” escaped my dry lips as a shaky insincere response.

  In an instant, I was upside down, dangling over the floor head-first. His hands gripped my waist firmly and lifted me into a position where my legs dangled over his shoulders and my bare torso was against his. I pressed my hands into his thighs and opened my eyes. His stiff cock twitched in front of my face.

  He buried his tongue deep into my pussy, and I arched my back, breathing a moan of pleasure into the room. After a few seconds, I relaxed and I wrapped my lips around his twitching shaft. Slowly, I began to work my mouth along the length of his cock. Thrilled to have Luke’s stiff dick in my mouth, but even more excited at his ability to lick pussy, I tried my best to focus on what I was doing, not what he was doing. A short moment later, and another intense orgasm shook my body to the core.

  For once in his life, Luke was wrong. I was ready.

  Holding me with my legs over his shoulders and my ass in his face, he continued to tongue-fuck me into a weakened mess. Maybe it was part of his plan, I thought. Quite possibly he planned to lick me into a state of being that allowed him to squash me mentally, causing me to revert back to my status of being single and having no sex whatsoever.

  Two intense orgasms later, and he lowered me to the floor. Although half-exhausted from reaching repeated climax and dizzy from being suspended upside down over the floor, I was far from being mentally bankrupt.

  With his swollen shaft glistening from my saliva, I sat naked on the floor and watched as he began to slowly stroke it in his hand.

  A pile of babbling flesh?

  I think not.

  He lowered himself to the floor and reached for my hips. After turning me over onto my back, he wrapped his arms under my legs and brought my knees to my chest. My pussy now high in the air for the taking, he did just that.

  As I felt the pressure against the inner walls of my vagina, I gasped, uncertain of my ability to accept his massive girth. Slowly, cautiously, and with what appeared to be great care, he worked his hips back and forth. Praying for a little relief, I bit against the inside of my lip and stared at his ripped bronze-colored torso. With each in stroke, I drew a quick choppy breath, hoping the next would be slightly more pleasurable. Eventually, he slid deep inside of me, causing me to sigh not only in relief, but in a sense of satisfaction I wasn’t sure I had ever felt. With wide eyes I gazed at him, somewhat proud of having accepted his full length. His focus was intense, but he was focused not on me, but on fucking me.

  His dark eyes were filled with intensity and determination. Although they looked in my direction, they seemed to peer through me and if not into my soul, certainly well beyond what was on the surface.

  “Liv…”

  I released my lip from the tight clench of my teeth. “Yes?”

  “We’re friends. It has to stay that way. No matter what,” he said.

  It seemed to be a strange time to be having the conversation, but I agreed nonetheless
. “Uhhm. Yeah, I agree.”

  “Ready?” he asked.

  For fucking what?

  “Sure,” I responded, far more interested at the time in fucking than talking.

  Nothing could have prepared me.

  He raised his hips, pressed his shoulders into the back of my knees, and gave one last command as I felt the length of his shaft escape me.

  He nodded toward my crotch. “Watch.”

  “Okay,” I breathed.

  Without further warning, he began to pound himself into me, giving me his entire cock with each stroke. My breath escaped my lungs each time his hips slapped against my ass, barking past my lips as a muffled grunt. My one focus, at least initially, was to keep from screaming for him to stop.

  By some means of a sexual miracle, a few moments passed without me giving up. Luke’s cock was now hitting spots inside of me that I had no idea even existed. He continued to fuck me without reservation, and seemed to be fully determined to turn me into the pile of babbling flesh he had warned me I would become.

  Equally determined to succeed at being his sexual punching bag, I closed my eyes and focused on being stretched to new limits. My nostrils flared as I inhaled a hint of his cologne mixed with the aroma of our sex. Convinced I was going to allow him to punish my pussy until he was completely satisfied he had met his sexual match; I did my best to find a happy place for my mind to reside while he continued.

  “Watch!” he bellowed.

  Shit.

  I opened my eyes and gazed beyond his wide chest, past his washboard abdomen, and between my legs. With his muscular torso a blur, I watched as the tightly stretched skin of his glistening dick disappeared stroke after powerful stroke into my wet and quickly becoming sore pussy.

  Somehow, he found the energy to increase his pace. More suited for a sexual run and less prepared for an all-out sprint, my head began to feel light and dizzy.

  “I love this tight little pussy of yours,” he said.

  I had so much I wanted to say, but found myself incapable of speaking.

  With the top of his shaft punishing my clit as he ground his hips against mine, a tingling sensation ran through me from my swollen nub to my nipples. I inhaled a slow breath, well aware – at least for me – that the end was near.