S is for SEX

by Scott Hildreth

  Ami leaned forward as Jonny reached up and began to squeeze her breasts. Continuing to work her way up and down the length of Jonny’s swollen member, she had another light orgasm. As she placed her hands on his chest, she felt Dent slide his lubricated finger into her ass.

  Ami bit her bottom lip. “Oh fuck yes.”

  Dent slid his finger in and out of Ami’s ass as Ami continued to ride Jonny’s cock. Feeling more satisfied from sex than she could ever recall feeling, Ami provided herself a mental nod of satisfaction for agreeing to allow Dent and Jonny to do this to her. As she began to tingle deep inside, she began to believe she was actually doing this to them.

  “You ready?” Dent asked.

  “Fuck yes. Do it. Do it Dent, fuck my ass,” Ami begged.

  Dent slid his finger from Ami’s ass, and she sighed. With care, he began to push the length of his rather large cock into her ass. As he did, she lowered herself to Jonny’s chest and moaned. As her breasts smashed against Jonny’s chest she looked into his eyes and forced a smile.

  “Fuck me, Jonny,” she whispered into his ear.

  As Jonny’s hips began to work up and down from the bed, Ami groaned and bit her lip. The level of satisfaction she felt from being filled with two cocks at once wasn’t double; it seemed to be ten times as heightened. As Dent slid his thick shaft in and out of her ass, Jonny pushed fully into her pussy. Deep inside, she could feel their swollen dicks bumping against one another as they fucked her slowly.

  “Oh God, I’m going to explode,” Ami growled into Jonny’s ear.

  “Wait,” Dent begged as he increased his speed.

  “Oh fuck,” Jonny moaned.

  “Do it, fucking cum,” Ami begged as Jonny continued to press his massive cock deep inside of her pussy.

  “Oh God,” Jonny moaned.

  “Choke me,” she whispered into Jonny’s ear.

  Jonny raised his hands to her neck and began to squeeze.

  “Harder. Choke the fuck out of me,” Ami begged.

  As Jonny’s hands wrapped tightly around her neck, she began to moan. She opened and closed her eyes as she felt herself beginning to black out. As she felt Jonny’s already massive cock begin to swell, her body began to unleash an orgasm that rang throughout her body from her nipples to her vaginal canal and into her ass.

  “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum in you,” Jonny screamed as he squeezed her neck harder.

  Jonny began to moan as he exploded inside of her. Feeling as if she was being tickled inside as he came with tremendous force, Ami hit his chest. Almost immediately, she felt Dent cum in her ass as he moaned in pleasure.

  “Baby, I’m cumming in that ass,” Dent screamed.

  As Jonny released her neck, she screamed in pleasure – it seemed the orgasm would end her life.

  “Oh my fucking God!” Ami screamed.

  The sensation filled her body and ran from her crotch to her boobs and back again, over and over - until it eventually dissipated. Uncertain of the amount of time that passed, she opened her eyes and stared at the wall.

  “Nobody move,” Ami begged as her body shook in climactic bliss.

  As she lowered herself onto Jonny’s chest and closed her eyes, she felt as if she was somewhere other than earth. Her entire body shook and she exhaled and relaxed her muscles. All she cared to do was bask in this feeling and last forever.

  When she awoke, the room was empty. Although this was unlike Dent, she wasn’t surprised. She expected that she may have slept for a considerable amount of time, and maybe the boys had left and gone to the bar.

  As she stood, shaky legged and walked to the bathroom, she smiled, thinking of the next time they could fulfill this desire again. She truly felt as if she had used them for her satisfaction, and not vice versa. As she entered the bathroom, she saw a note on the mirror, stuck with soap, and drawn on paper with lipstick. She pulled the note from the mirror and read it.

  Fucking slut.

  Don’t bother.

  As she shook her head and tossed the note into her trash can beside the toilet, she thought to herself.

  The next man she agreed to be with would be different. A kind of different that made her feel comfortable. A man like no other.

  As she sat and started to pee, she cried.

  For the last time.

  TWENTY- FOUR. Nervously, Ryan pulled his car into the driveway and turned off the engine. He leaned over and removed the single rose from the cup of water that he obtained from the coffee shop. As he reached for the door handle, he drew a slow breath through his nose. He then opened the door, stepped from the car, looked up the sidewalk toward the porch, and exhaled.

  He walked to the porch. With each step came wonder of the unknown. His apprehension had grown with each passing minute as the afternoon progressed. Part of him wanted for what may develop between him and Meghan to flourish.

  By and large, however, he knew that it never could or would.

  As he stepped in front of the front door, he leaned forward and pressed the doorbell button. As he waited, he inhaled a slow breath through his nose.

  She opened the door.

  Dressed in a light blue sun dress and flat sandals, Meghan stood in the doorway. Her hair pulled back in a ponytail, she looked considerably different than she had at the coffee shop. Ryan shifted his gaze from her face to her feet and back up to make eye contact with her as he held the rose at arm’s length.

  “I chose it for the symmetry and color,” Ryan said.

  Meghan smiled and accepted the rose. She then stepped aside, making room for Ryan to enter. “It’s beautiful, thank you,”

  Ryan nodded and smiled.

  “My daughter’s at my mother’s for the week. Just so you know,” Meghan offered as Ryan stepped into the house

  As Ryan entered the hallway, Meghan began to walk toward the living room. Naturally, Ryan followed, observing the contents of the home as he did, admiring the simplicity of the Meghan’s choice of decoration. As Meghan stepped in front of the couch, turned and sat down, Ryan stood and stared – uncertain of where he should sit.

  Meghan leaned into the cushion of the couch and smelled the rose. “Sit in the chair if it makes you feel more comfortable.”

  Attempting to act comfortable, but feeling quite awkward, Ryan lowered himself into the chair at the corner of the living room and faced the couch. “So, it’s three o’ clock now. It will be dinner time soon. Would you like to eat together this evening?”

  She nodded. “Maybe. I mean if you really want to. Or I can make something here if we get hungry.”

  Meghan stood from her seat. As she stood, Ryan pressed his hands into the arms of the chair and began to stand.

  “No, stay comfortable. I’m just going to take this to the kitchen and put in in a vase of water. I’ll be right back. Would you like something to drink?” she asked.

  “No thank you.”

  As Meghan turned and stepped from the room, Ryan admired her physical features and the fit of her dress. As she walked away from him, he watched the shape of her butt rise and fall through the rear of her dress with each step. The anticipation of something developing sexually between them began to arouse him as she disappeared into the kitchen.

  Sitting in the chair waiting, Ryan began to recall what he had seen on-line regarding BDSM sexual scenes. Although he had not physically been with a woman, he had experience at watching the sexual acts between men and women, his focus being BDSM, bondage, and forceful sexual acts. As his mind began to think of Meghan and his involvement with her, he became more aroused and less aware of his surroundings.

  “I brought you a bottle of water,” she said.

  Startled, Ryan sat up in his chair and began to cross his legs. As he attempted to cross his left leg over his right, he realized he had reached full erection. Immediately, he uncrossed his legs and pressed his knees together. The boxer shorts and slacks he wore provided little if any support for hiding the fact that he was excited, erect, and emotionally read
y.

  Nervously, he looked up at Meghan.

  “I uhmm. Well. Uhmm. Thank you,” he stammered.

  She placed the bottle of water on the table beside Ryan’s chair. “Are you alright?”

  Meghan, feeling sorrow for what she believed to be Ryan’s uneasy and somewhat nervous nature, noticed his erection as she turned to face him. She considered sitting on the couch, and instead, knelt on the floor beside the front of the chair.

  Meghan twisted the lid from her bottle of water. “So, what do you think could develop between us?”

  Nervous, Ryan sat forward in his chair, felt immediate discomfort from his erection, and relaxed back into the rear of the seat. As he slumped into the seat, he glanced at his crotch, which now pointed straight up.

  “I suppose.” He turned to remove his bottle of water from the table. “That anything is possible. If what you said at the coffee shop was accurate.”

  She glanced at his crotch, shifted her eyes to meet his, and cocked an eyebrow. “Quite. Actually, I don’t think I can emphasize it enough. I’m attracted to you. In some weird, sick probably borderline insane way, I feel I can be in a relationship with you without much effort at all.”

  “Why do you say in an insane, sick way? What do you mean?” he asked.

  She wanted to unzip his slacks, pull out his cock, and force it down her throat until her eyes watered. She wanted to feel the pain from him attempting to make her choke on it. She wanted covered in his semen, covered in welts, and possibly even covered in his urine. She wanted to be slapped, beaten, and humiliated.

  She feared, however, being completely honest in her desires. Instead of speaking her mind’s thoughts, she spoke in generalities.

  “Well, you kidnapped me, threatened me with murder, involved me in some weird-ass conspiracy, and had me kill someone to prove to you I wasn’t going to go to the law about all of it,” she said. “And, after all of that, I want to be with you. You’re the Psychiatrist, tell me if that’s normal.”

  She smiled and pressed the bottle between her legs, purposely raising the bottom of her dress up her thighs.

  His eyes fell to Meghan’s thighs. “Psychologist, and no. I suppose it’s not. How we feel is how we feel. Changing it is often impossible. Figuring it out, at times, is almost as difficult.”

  “So, you’ve never been with a woman? No sex, no head, no making out?” she asked.

  He shook his head as she spoke.

  “Anything?” Kissing?” she asked.

  Somewhat embarrassed, Ryan shook his head and tipped the bottle to his mouth. As he drank from the bottle, Meghan leaned forward. The neck of her dress opened as she did, revealing the top of her bra. He swallowed hard and stared. As he attempted to shift his gaze and cross his legs, he realized his erection had become rather uncomfortable.

  Meghan, sitting on the floor at the corner of the chair, shifted her weight to the other side of her butt and pulled her feet to meet her upper thighs. As she did, she purposely pulled her dress a little higher on her thigh, revealing more of her tanned legs for Ryan to view.

  “Can I speak freely?” Meghan asked as she shifted her weight and leaned her upper body toward the chair.

  Ryan, still nervously holding the water bottle close to his mouth and staring, nodded.

  Meghan scooted across the floor, inching her way closer to the chair. “I want to suck your cock. I want to do that for you. I think it will loosen you up. Let me suck your cock.”

  “I uhhm. I hadn’t really planned on us starting anything quite this early. We, uhhm. We barely know each other,” Ryan stammered.

  Meghan chuckled. “You kidnapped me, held me captive, and made me murder a woman in cold blood. Let me suck your cock, we’ll call it even.”

  Ryan felt both uneasy and relieved that Meghan was comfortable laughing about the events that led to this. Her ability to joke about the murder could simply be her denial that the event happened; or she could, in his professional opinion, be consciously repressing the memory. As he struggled with thoughts of Meghan’s placement of the memories, Meghan reached into his lap and toward his belt.

  Ryan shifted in his seat as Meghan reached for his belt. “I, uhhm.”

  Meghan grinned. “Shhhh.”

  Ryan, although anxious, began to feel more comfortable as Meghan unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. Eagerly, he watched as her hand reached into his pants, through his boxers, and wrapped around his erection. As she pulled the tip of his cock upward, he flinched.

  “Sorry, I can’t get it out of here. It’s as hard as a rock.”

  He gasped. “Your hands. They’re cold.”

  Her eyes widened as her fingers wrapped around Ryan’s stiff shaft. “Oh God. You have a gorgeous cock.”

  With her eyes fixed on Ryan’s erection, Meghan raised her butt from the floor and knelt at the edge of the chair on her knees. She watched intently as his eyes followed her every movement. She reached with her left hand and grabbed her ponytail, flipping it over her left shoulder.

  “Grab my hair.”

  Without speaking, Ryan reached for her ponytail, and held it tightly in his right hand – gripping it at the base of her skull. As he watched Meghan extend her tongue and lick the tip of his cock, he shivered.

  “Does that feel good?” she asked.

  As Ryan watched, he immediately began to feel more comfortable with Meghan, her desires, and his own. Attempting to recall everything he had witnessed in internet streaming videos, his mind began to become jumbled with practices, positions, and what to possibly say. As he drew a slow breath, he sat up in the chair and rolled his shoulders.

  Meghan’s gaze shifted to Ryan’s eyes as she sat forward and began to wrap her lips around the tip of his cock. As her mouth encompassed the head fully, she closed her eyes and slid her lips half way down the shaft.

  As Ryan’s thickness filled her mouth, her mind began to wander to thoughts of him fucking her pussy, pounding her hard from behind. It had been years since she had had sex with anyone, and she was now well beyond being aroused. As her mouth slid up the shaft, she opened her eyes and glanced up at Ryan’s face. As she shifted her knees, she felt her juices dripping onto her thighs. Her thoughts migrated to Ryan fucking her as she closed her eyes softly and began to slide her mouth down the thick shaft of Ryan’s cock.

  As Meghan’s mouth worked its way up and down, she felt him began to rise from the seat. She opened her eyes, only to find him shifting his weight in the seat and bracing himself to stand. As his legs straightened, she extended her legs simultaneously.

  “Open your mouth.” He gripped her ponytail in one hand and her jaw in the other.

  She stared back at him.

  “Wide, Meghan. Open it wide,” he demanded.

  His pants fell to his ankles. He released her jaw and pressed his palm against the waistband of his boxers, pressing them along his thighs. Meghan looked up into Ryan’s eyes, confused.

  “Open your fucking mouth, Meghan,” he demanded.

  He gripped her jaw firmly in his hand. As she shifted her eyes to meet his, her lips pursed lightly. She wondered if what she felt she wanted and what she truly wanted were the same.

  “Your mouth Meghan, open it. Don’t make me tell you again,” he growled.

  As Meghan opened her mouth, Ryan forced his cock past her lips, causing her to gag as the tip pressed against her throat. As her eyes began to water, she instinctively raised her hands to her cheeks.

  He released her jaw and slapped her hands away. “Keep your hands at your sides. Don’t raise them again.”

  Meghan blinked her eyes and attempted to open her mouth further, allowing Ryan to force himself deeper into her throat. Ultimately, she wanted to please him.

  Ryan’s fingers reached for her upper neck. As he began to force himself in and out of her mouth, he gripped her neck tight in his hand. After a short time of forcing himself into her throat, he felt a pop, and his entire length slid into her throat.

  He
felt himself through the skin of her neck.

  Meghan watched as his hips thrust close to her face. He grinned as he buried himself deep in her throat. As she fought to breathe, she began to question if this was in fact his first sexual encounter. He seemed, she thought, far too as ease with everything. Hoping to satisfy him, she closed her eyes and pressed her tongue against the shaft of his thick cock, making the passage into her throat easier to access.

  More than anything, Meghan wanted to please Ryan’s sexual desires.

  He continued to moan, savagely fucking her throat. Saliva poured from her mouth and along her jaw, dripping down her neck. Her mascara ran from her eyes and along her cheeks, making the entire even seem slightly more morbid.

  Ryan pressed his fingers into the back of Meghan’s neck and his thumbs against her lower jaw. As he continued to force his entire length in and out of her mouth, she coughed and gagged.

  His thumbs pushed harder against her jaw, forcing her head to tilt back. Aggressively, he forced himself into her throat. As she choked and coughed, he pressed further, until his scrotum was against her lower lip.

  “You like that cock down your throat, you trashy little slut?” he asked.

  Her mouth full of cock and her neck strained from Ryan’s grasp, Meghan attempted to nod her head. As she realized she wasn’t capable of overcoming the strength of Ryan’s forearms, she blinked her eyes and mumbled against his thick shaft.

  “Mmmm….mmmm,” Megan sputtered as her saliva ran along her neck.

  “You little whore.”

  His words aroused her further.

  “You like being face fucked, don’t you?”

  She moaned.

  “I should cover you in come. You’re a filthy little slut. Filthy little sluts need covered in come.”

  Her pussy tingled. Her nipples ached. Again, she moaned.

  The sound of his cock against the back of Meghan’s throat, the moaning and whimpers as he forcefully fucked her mouth caused Ryan to become more excited. As the excitement began to heighten, he wanted more. The elevated euphoria he was feeling compared to what he felt from killing Meghan’s uncle. As he forced her head back and pressed his cock hard against her throat, his target of satisfaction began to move.