S is for SEX

by Scott Hildreth

  “Everything?” he asked.

  I grinned at the thought of seeing him naked. “Yeah, toss it.”

  He nodded his head. It seemed almost like some weird dream, thinking we hadn’t seen each other naked and we’d been seeing each other for almost six weeks. The time had come, however, and I was more than ready. As I watched him fumbling with his belt, I pulled off my shirt, bra, and started to take off my shorts.

  As I pushed my shorts past my hips, I glanced in his direction. With his jeans now around his ankles and his boxers slightly above them, his cock stood at full attention. It appeared Blake was as ready as I was for whatever we decided to do. I stood for a moment and stared at him.

  As he stood there holding his shirt in his hand, covered in tattoos with his biceps bulging, his broad chest heaving from his breathing, and his washboard stomach tapering to the little “V” thing he had going on at his waist, I decided quickly it was time to move forward.

  “Okay,” I said as I shoved my shorts down my legs hurriedly. “First things first.”

  “Okay,” he said.

  He had shared with me since our discussion at Waterfront that his sexual experiences consisted of masturbation, watching videos, and enjoying the one time I had sucked his cock. Sexually speaking, that had been it for him. He had zero experience, and in addition, he was a little apprehensive considering his past.

  I pointed to my bed.

  I pointed to the bed and wagged my finger. “Lay on your back.”

  He tossed his shirt on the pile of clothes at his feet. His tattooed chest, well-defined abs, and slim waist were enough to have my mouth watering and my pussy dripping.

  “Okay, so you’ve seen videos. Have you ever seen one of a guy licking pussy?” I asked.

  He nodded his head. “Yeah, a bunch of times.”

  “Okay, well. That’s the first step. Sex always starts with a good pussy licking. Always,” I said.

  I viewed his lack of experience as a chance for me to begin our sexual relationship with the processes and procedures in place that should be a prerequisite to sex anyway.

  “Okay,” he said.

  I raised my index finger in the air and tried to keep from grinning. “Kissing, oral sex, and then penetration. And always in that order.”

  He nodded his head and positioned himself on the bed on his back. With his cock sticking straight up in the air it was almost as if he was begging me to use him. As much as I wanted to just climb on top of him and reverse cowgirl him into a fucking coma, I did my best to follow my own rules.

  I sat down on the edge of the bed, reached for his cock, and stroked it in my hand.

  “This is just bullshit foreplay, it’s allowed,” I giggled as I leaned forward and kissed him.

  I was beyond ready. As much as I enjoyed kissing Blake, as far as I was concerned, I had six weeks experience at doing so, and six weeks of sexual torture from not having sex. I kissed him for three or four minutes, which in my mind was three or four minutes too damned long.

  “Stay right where you are. I’m going to climb on top of you and push my butt in your face. It might seem weird, but it’ll work out pretty good, really. Just finger me and lick my pussy. I’ll tell you if you’re doing it right,” I said.

  He nodded his head.

  This is ridiculous.

  I straddled him, inched my way backward, and raised my ass in the air slightly. As I stared down at his twitching cock, he wasted no time getting started.

  Holy shit.

  I grabbed his cock in my hand, stroked it a couple times, and wrapped my lips around it. As he sucked and licked my pussy like he had some kind of formal training, I bucked my hips back and forth, fucking his mouth like he’d paid me to do so.

  His tongue flicked across my swollen nub with precision while his finger worked in and out of my wetness. In return of the favor, I sucked his dick hesitantly and attempted to shift my focus to him licking my pussy.

  As much as I enjoyed sucking his dick, the selfish side of me realized if I continued, and succeeded at making him reach climax, the sex would be over for a while. For the sake of my sanity, and to assure I reached climax from his oral procedures beforehand, I decided to suck his cock as slowly as I was able.

  This process worked and worked well until…

  Holy shit he can lick a pussy…

  “Oh fuck. Keep doing that. Right there,” I howled.

  I held still while he nibbled on my clit and finger fucked me into a slight state of paralysis.

  I arched my back and pushed my pussy against his mouth while he tongue fucked me into an orgasm; not because I wanted to, but because I could do nothing else. I was frozen in time, space, and sexual bliss. As he continued to educate himself on the art of oral pleasure, I squealed out loud and covered his face in my wet juices.

  I did my very best to hold still and wallow in the feeling for as long as I could.

  “Don’t move,” I whispered. “You made me cum.”

  “Okay, he said.

  “You ever heard of reverse cowgirl?” I asked as I slid my pussy along his ripped mid-section.

  I sat up on his hips, staring down at his thick cock. There was no need for any further explanation. People had been fucking long before there was a means of communicating verbally, and doing so without any problems that I’d ever heard of. I needed to feel his fat cock inside of me and I didn’t feel a need to explain how, why, or where.

  I glanced over my shoulder, grinned, and reached toward his cock. After gripping it firmly in my hand, I lifted my ass slightly and guided it into my swollen wet pussy as I lowered myself onto the tip.

  As I felt it begin to penetrate me, I pressed my hands onto his thighs and arched my back.

  “Watch. It helps, really,” I said over my shoulder.

  I had no idea if he heard me or not. I was all too eager to get started. Without warning, preparation, or any idea of how well his thick oversized shaft was going to fit inside of me, I began to work my hips like a stripper on a pole.

  His cock felt like it was in my chest. I exhaled a loud moan out into the room, took a deep breath, and began my journey to achieve another much needed orgasm at Blake’s expense.

  As I squeezed his thighs in my hands and bucked my hips back and forth, his thick shaft worked in and out of my tight wet pussy no differently than if it had been fashioned solely for my delight.

  A matter of a few seconds and no more than three or four strokes into the affair, his cock begin to swell. It was all I needed. I relaxed, slowed my pace, and attempted to milk him of his juices. As I felt him begin to erupt inside of me, I gripped his legs in my hand, bit my lip, and arched my back.

  “Oh my God,” he growled as his cock swelled to twice its size.

  And he exploded.

  “Holy…”

  “Fuck…” I bellowed.

  The orgasm felt as if it came from my deep within my pussy, which was something I wasn’t used to. Orgasms in my past were more of a sensation of my skin and outer region, but this felt as if it developed inside my soul.

  From my nipples to the tip of his deeply situated cock, my body tingled. I blinked my eyes repeatedly, fully expecting something to change, but it didn’t. Satisfied I had truly found my mate, and Blake had found his calling in life, I lifted my throbbing pussy from his slowly diminishing rod and collapsed onto his legs, chest down.

  “That was incredible,” I said, my face resting on his thigh.

  He raised himself up on his elbows slightly. “It was awesome.”

  I tilted my head to the side, turned to face him, and grinned. Looking at him from my vantage point allowed me to glance all the way up his torso, seeing his each and every well-defined muscle. At the top of his mid-section, his swollen chest heaved up and down.

  I glanced to the side at his tattooed arms. The tattoos on his sweat-covered biceps glistened as he situated his arms. He gazed down at me and grinned.

  “How uhhm. How long until we can do it again?”
he asked.

  “What do you mean?”

  “Until we can fuck again?” he asked as he ran his fingers through his hair.

  I made a feeble attempt to shrug my shoulders. “Uhhm, whenever you can get it up.”

  “Okay. Give me a few minutes,” he said.

  My eyes widened considerably. “You’re not done?”

  He chuckled and shook his head as he ran his fingers through his hair again. “Done? No, I’m not done. But I may have some bad news.”

  “Uhhm, huh? Bad news?”

  He grinned and nodded his head. “The next time I visit Doc Racine, I’m going to have to tell him I’m a sex addict, and this time I won’t be lying.”

  I grinned in return.

  Thank God.

  BLAKE

  My subconscious fears had become reality. Sex wasn’t something I desired or wanted from time to time, it was an addiction. At first I believed it to be no different than anything else new to me. As a child and as an adult, whatever was new to me - as long as I enjoyed it - received all undivided attention. As a kid, my new bicycle was my focus. As an adult, my newest motorcycle received my attention. Whenever I made a new tattoo machine or purchased a new television, they were the objects of my desire until something newer or more interesting came along.

  I dismissed my initial desire to have repeated sex with Riley to this old pattern of behavior for the first few days, but now, after two weeks of time had passed, I realized I had a problem.

  Choosing whether or not to address the problem was something I had yet to decide.

  The chair’s used by tattoo artists are chosen as a matter of personal preference, and typically most artists choose to recondition or rebuild a vintage dentist’s chair. My personal favorite was the Ritter from the 1930’s I had recovered and refinished to an almost new state. One advantage of using the Dentist chair was the chair’s ability to adjust into almost any position from flat to upright, and everything in between.

  At present, my chair was almost flat, with the upper portion slightly elevated. Riley was in it backward, with her legs dangling over the portion designed for the head, and her pussy elevated to a perfect height.

  And I stood behind the chair doing what Riley described as the required precursor to sex, her moaning echoed throughout the shop.

  “If you keep wiggling around, I’m going to spin this chair around and shove you full of dick,” I said as I pulled my face from between her legs.

  “No. No. Don’t do that. I’ll hold still, I swear,” she begged.

  “You better,” I said as I pressed my palms against her inner thighs.

  She lowered her head onto the cushion of the chair. “I will.”

  After watching her sink her upper teeth into her lower lip, I buried my face between her legs and began to suck on her clit.

  As I fingered her slowly and methodically, I flicked my tongue against her nub. Appearing to be uncertain if she wanted to continue or run away, she raised her hips for a few seconds, allowed me to have my way with her, and eventually lowered her hips and began to squirm along the leather cushion in an attempt to get away.

  Five minutes into her indecisive behavior, and I did my best to appear to be angry with her.

  “That’s it,” I bellowed as I slapped my hand against the side of the chair, causing it to spin in a circle.

  “What?” she snapped back as she spun past me.

  “You can’t fucking hold still. That’s it,” I said.

  “I’ve had so many orgasms I feel like I’m going to pop or something, I’m sorry, it’s sensitive,” she said as the chair came to a stop.

  Without warning, I pressed the lever on the side of the chair, lowering the end of it to a flat position; causing her hips to be at the same elevation as her head. Now with her knees bent and her lags dangling over the end of the chair, I reached for my belt as I shook my head from side-to-side.

  She batted her eyes and grinned. “What?”

  “Here’s what,” I said as I pushed my jeans to my thighs.

  I grabbed her ankles, pulled her toward me slightly, and guided myself into her wet pussy.

  “Oh God…” she moaned as I slowly pushed myself into her.

  I watched the length of my cock slowly disappear. After burying it as deep as possible, I pulled back slightly, grinning at the sight of the glistening shaft as it slowly slid free of her dripping pussy. Seeing her excitement spread all over my throbbing flesh was enough to feed me with energy for an entire evening.

  “You know what I like about fucking you in the shop?” I asked as I began to work my hips back and forth.

  “Uhhm…what?” she asked, her breathing already becoming labored.

  I exhaled my response with another quick thrust of my cock. “Everything.”

  “You’re…breaking…” she paused and raised herself onto her elbows. “The rules…No fucking in…the shop.”

  “Rules are made to be broken,” I said as I continued to work my hips back and forth, attempting to maintain focus on my cock as it repeatedly disappeared inside of her.

  I found the process of having sex to be much more than entertaining; it was an almost magical experience. The human body was designed to do exactly what we were doing, and I planned on continuing until I was incapable.

  Riley sat up slightly in the chair and shifted her eyes to my crotch as I continued to pound away.

  “Watch, it helps,” I said sarcastically, repeating her comment from the first night we had sex.

  “I can’t watch…for…long,” she said.

  I grinned, gripped her waist in my hands, and pulled my hips back slowly. As my stiff dick slid from her wet folds, she sighed. After a moment of staring down at the head of my cock, I shifted my eyes slowly along her body, eventually stopping at her face.

  The most beautiful woman in the world is made even more so by simply shoving her full of a good stiff dick.

  “Ready?” I asked.

  “For?”

  “Ready?”

  “Yep,” she said with a nod.

  I watched my cock disappear until my balls were against her ass crack. After a few seconds of savoring the feeling of her warmth, I began to pound away without mercy. My physical condition wasn’t the best in the world, but my determination was unmatched by any man.

  As I thrust my hips back and forth, taking as long of strokes as I was able to without completely pulling out, Riley’s labored breathing became apparent and louder than the sound of our slapping flesh or the music playing in the background.

  After a few minutes, she began to wail.

  The sound of her reaching climax was all I needed.

  My call to action.

  As she cried out into the room, her pussy contracted around my throbbing flesh. I buried myself deep inside of her and groaned as I exploded every ounce of my love deep within her soul.

  “That…”

  “Was…”

  “Amazing,” she said.

  “I love fucking you,” I said.

  She exhaled a heavy sigh. “Good, because I love it when you fuck me.”

  I leaned forward, kissed her stomach, and stood for a moment and absorbed her beauty. As her eyes fell closed, I grinned and shuffled to the bathroom. After cleaning myself in the sink, I pulled up my jeans, buckled my belt, and gazed into the mirror.

  My life had changed drastically. I had been living a life complicated with a combination of fact and fiction and lived somewhere in between in a world of uncertainty. Often incapable of separating what was genuine from what was contrived; my mind resided in limbo. Now, attempting to comprehend the reality of the dream I was living in seemed confusing.

  It was almost as if none of it could be real.

  The bathroom door opened. I stared blankly at Riley’s reflection in the mirror. I reached out and pressed my hand against the cold glass, obstructing the image of her face. After a moment, I slid my hand to the side and blocked my own reflection.

  As her hand tou
ched the bare skin of my upper arm, I turned and glanced over my shoulder.

  I needed proof.

  “I want you to do something for me,” I said.

  She squeezed my arm lightly. “Name it.”

  “I want you to tattoo me,” I said.

  “What?” she gasped.

  “Just something simple, I’ll guide you through it,” I said as I shifted my eyes toward the mirror.

  As I gazed at our reflection, she leaned forward and rested her chin on my shoulder.

  “If that’s what you want,” she said.

  “It is,” I responded.

  I simply needed to know for sure.

  BLAKE

  “It isn’t that I don’t like it,” I said. “It’s just that I don’t like it as much as this.”

  “Ohhh….kay,” Riley grunted between thrusts.

  We had been fucking for almost an hour, in every conceivable position imaginable. After trying almost everything once, we were back at what had become one of my favorites, doggy style.

  I pulled her hair taught and pounded my cock in and out of her pussy, amazed the something didn’t break. As the sound of my hips slapping against her ass filled the small bedroom, I began to wonder if her neighbors could hear us.

  I didn’t care. There was nothing or no one that would be able to stop me from fucking her. I was in love with her, and I was in love with fucking her. No differently than a kid who had received a new bicycle for Christmas, I was spending every spare moment I had riding it.

  Or, riding her.

  “You’re….going….to…pull…my…hair out,” she said in between breaths as I continued to pound away.

  “Want me to let go?” I asked.

  “No!” she bellowed.

  I reached back with my left hand and slapped the side of her ass. As odd as it seemed at first, it was something I learned I enjoyed immensely, and as further proof Riley and I were meant to be together, it was something she enjoyed equally as well.

  I reached around the left side of her waist, and with my finger still stinging from slapping her ass, began to rub her clit while I pushed myself as deep as I was able. As I held my hips tight to her ass and my swollen rod deep within her dripping wet pussy. I strummed a tune against her swollen love button.