S is for SEX

by Scott Hildreth

  She raised both eyebrows. “Painful?”

  “I don’t think so.”

  She stroked it slowly. “Now?”

  “No. Not yet.”

  She gripped it firmly and began to stroke it from balls to tip. As she jacked her hand up and down the shaft, her full lips parted slightly. I thought she was going to speak. She swept her tongue across her upper lip and lowered her gaze instead.

  Seeing her stand before me naked with my cock in her hand was a little more than I was prepared for. Having her stroke it while teasing me with her lips was almost too much.

  My eyes fell closed.

  She stroked her fist up and down a few more times and then paused. “Now? Does it hurt now?”

  “I uhhm.” I opened my eyes. “No.”

  She grabbed the waist of my jeans and carefully worked them to the middle of my thighs. After pulling my boxers down to meet them, she reached for my cock.

  She knelt on the floor in front of me. “What about…” With her eyes locked on mine, she licked the tip. “Now?”

  I shook my head.

  She licked it a few more times, and then opened her mouth wide. As my swollen tip disappeared past her lips, I closed my eyes and began to moan.

  Several strokes of her mouth later, she stopped. “Does it hurt now?”

  “No,” I breathed. “Definitely not.”

  “Good,” she said.

  She wrapped her full lips around the tip. She met my gaze, and blinked her beautiful brown eyes.

  Then, she began to fuck me with her mouth.

  Up and down her head went, taking my cock fully and completely into her mouth. Completely at a loss for how she could possibly do what she was doing, I watched in awe as she continuously swallowed my entire cock.

  The feeling was beyond compare. Each time I disappeared into her wet throat, I was sure it would be the last. On the cusp of coming in her mouth, my shaft began to swell.

  Her mouth worked at a more rapid pace, driving me insane with each full stroke of her mouth.

  I closed my eyes and made a conscious effort to somehow last through her onslaught.

  She lifted her mouth from my cock, began to stroke it, and while she did, started sucking my balls.

  Dear. Fucking. God.

  With my balls in her mouth, and my slippery cock in her fist, she brought me closer and closer to climax.

  Just when I thought I might be able to last long enough to make love to her, she released my balls from her mouth and began the mouth fuck exercise again.

  I fought to breathe without making an ass of myself. I was beginning to sound like a child who had just seen a three-headed monster in his closet.

  Just when I was sure that coming in her mouth was imminent, she lifted her head.

  She gripped it in her hand, stroked it a few times, and then looked at me. “I’ll be back in a sec.”

  I stared back at her with an open mouth, incapable of doing much more.

  And, she disappeared.

  I glanced over my left shoulder and then my right. I thought maybe she’d gone to get a condom, but then heard noise in the kitchen. As I struggled to bring myself to my feet, she came around the corner with a knife in one hand, and a pair of scissors in the other.

  “What the hell are--”

  “Sit down,” she said.

  “What the--”

  She wagged the scissors at me. “Sit.”

  I sat.

  She knelt, lifted my good leg, and began cutting the denim starting at the leg opening. As I watched her with an open mouth as she methodically worked her way toward the hip.

  “Painful?” She asked as she snipped through the material.

  I grinned. “No.”

  After completely shearing through the left side, she began on the right.

  When she finished, she lifted the top portion of denim from me and tossed it aside. Then, she cut off my boxers.

  She set the knife and scissors on the floor at her side, stood, and admired her handiwork. “You look better naked than you do with clothes.”

  “So do you.”

  “I don’t think so.” She took a few steps away from me and squeezed her boobs. “They’re small.”

  I watched her squeeze the smooth skin in her delicate hands. Her boobs weren’t small at all. They were perfect.

  “They’re perfect.”

  “Thank you.” She nodded her head toward my crotch. “Stroke your cock.”

  Her remark caught me off guard. “Excuse me?”

  “Stroke your cock. It’s not hard anymore. I want to watch you stroke it.”

  She didn’t have to ask me again. I gripped it in my hand and started stroking it.

  As I did, she began to finger herself and play with her tits.

  “Faster,” she said.

  Slowly, she worked her middle finger in and out of her pussy.

  I stroked myself a little quicker as I anxiously watched her.

  “Faster,” she breathed. “Stroke it…stroke it like you want to come. I want to watch you come. I want to see it burst out of the tip.”

  “Alexandra, I…”

  She began to finger herself feverishly. Her breathing became choppy.

  With my eyes fixed on her, I worked my fist up and down my cock, stroking it fully and firmly.

  “I want to watch your face when you come,” she said. “And I want you to see mine when I do.”

  Facing each other, we worked toward pleasuring ourselves.

  With her eyes fixed between my legs, and her hand shoved deep between hers, she drove me insane.

  I stroked my cock like an overanxious teen, hoping to come like a porn star, impressing her with every droplet that shot from the tip.

  “Fuck yes, Adam.” She fingered herself as she spoke. “Stroke that big dick.”

  I continued to stroke my clenched fist up and down the stiff shaft.

  “God that’s hot,” she breathed. “Stroke it….oh God, yes.”

  Hearing her talk dirty was too much.

  While on the verge of giving her exactly what she wanted, she pulled her hand from between her legs and gracefully walked toward me.

  “Take the weight off your foot,” she said breathlessly. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  I slowed my pace and gave her a confused look. “What are you doing?”

  She grinned. “I’m going to ride…I want your cock.”

  Her hair was fixed straight. The mixture of brown and blonde strands rained down over her shoulders, stopping halfway to her perfectly perky boobs.

  She was a remarkably beautiful woman, and I was coming to realize that her beauty was truly well beyond what I was able to see.

  Lost in her gorgeous looks, my gaze went blank. I felt her climbing on top of me, and then…

  Her wet pussy enveloped the tip.

  Jesus.

  Then, she worked her hips back and forth, eventually taking an inch or so inside of her tightness.

  Fuck.

  My eyes came into focus.

  Her face was plastered with a grin. “You’ve got a big dick.”

  “You’ve got a tiny pussy.”

  She grinned. “Good combination, huh?”

  I nodded. “Yeah.”

  She clenched her jaw, growled, and pushed herself against me. A few more inches disappeared inside of her wetness.

  Her muscles tensed and she inhaled a deep breath. Then, she worked her hips back and forth, fucking only what portion of my cock had already penetrated her. After lubricating it with her juices for several seconds, she forced herself against all that remained.

  She grunted and growled as she forced it into her folds.

  It felt like heaven.

  Her eyes went wide. “Oh, hell yes,” she breathed. “That’s a really big dick.”

  Penetrating her completely wasn’t easy, but holy shit it felt good.

  She rested on top of my lap for a moment. “Painful?”

  I shook my head. “No.”


  She rested her hands against my thighs, took a deep breath, and then arched her back. Slowly, she lifted her pussy up the shaft until the tip was barely penetrating her lips.

  She exhaled, met my gaze, and then grinned. “Ready?”

  What in the fuck did I get myself into?

  I bit my bottom lip and nodded.

  Then, for the first time in my life, I actually made love to a woman.

  No, strike that comment.

  She made love to me.

  THIRTY-EIGHT

  Lex

  I woke up, looked around the dark room, and tried to remember when we came to bed. Tired and confused, I rolled onto my back, relaxed, and stared up at the ceiling.

  After a moment or two I recalled fucking Adam on the couch, and how the two of us had reached climax at the same time.

  I vaguely remembered coming to the bedroom afterward.

  I’d cut his pants off with scissors.

  Without taking my eyes away from the ceiling, I grinned and reached to the side. After fumbling beneath the covers for a few seconds, I found his flaccid cock.

  It was monstrous when hard, and when combined with my narrow hips and tight twat, it was heavenly.

  I turned to the side, realized he was still asleep, and wondered how early – or late – it was.

  I guessed it didn’t matter, I was wide awake.

  I slipped under the covers, using caution not to disturb his foot. On my hands and knees beside him, I guided his limp cock into my mouth.

  I took his entire length into my mouth slowly, and then waited. It began to increase in size. The thought of sucking his cock while he slept made me wet, instantly.

  With one hand between my legs, and one holding my weight off his thighs, I began to simultaneously rub my clit and suck his big dick.

  The tip of my finger circled my swollen nub at a rapid pace while I slowly sucked his cock, using caution not to wake him.

  Tension built within me, and I realized I was on the verge of climax. With my mouth buried on his shaft, I paused and rubbed myself with three fingers violently.

  Refraining from waking him up while his cock was in my throat was an incredible sensation. Reaching climax without waking him was even better.

  My muscles tensed. I shoved two fingers deep inside and grinded my palm against my clit.

  The orgasm seemed to last forever. Keeping it hidden from him wasn’t easy at all. When it finally subsided, I slid my fingers out of my wet pussy and rubbed my tender clit until no more aftershocks came.

  Satisfied for the time being, I began to suck him slowly and completely. Feeling him deep in my throat was satisfying in itself. A difficult sensation to explain, having him in my mouth made me feel as if I was in control, gave me a tremendous sense of accomplishment, and somehow allowed me to feel slightly vulnerable at the same time.

  He twisted back and forth “What…”

  Lost in the satisfaction of having his big dick in my mouth, I didn’t realize what I was doing was waking him.

  I stopped and held still.

  Eventually, he went back to sleep.

  So, I started sucking again.

  I slid my mouth up and down his thick shaft, pressing the tip into my throat with each full stroke. With his entire cock and balls covered in my saliva, I found it fascinating that he continued to sleep.

  In no time, I was aroused beyond compare.

  I pushed my fingertip past my wet lips, and continued until it was as deep as I could force it.

  Then, I added another.

  I was soaked. In and out I worked my fingers while I slowly sucked his throbbing dick.

  I added another finger.

  My fingers were small, but the third drove me wild. I couldn’t take it any longer. I carefully lifted my mouth from his shaft.

  I fumbled to straddle him, hoping I could somehow fuck him as he slept. Before I lowered myself onto the tip, he coughed.

  “What…what are…Alexandra?”

  I steadied myself. “Uh huh?”

  “What are you doing?” he asked, his voice coarse and dry.

  “Loving you,” I said.

  “I’m loving you, too. What. What uhhm. What time is it?”

  I reached for his cock. “Does it matter?”

  “Guess not.”

  I guided the tip in, gasping as it penetrated me. After working my hips back and forth for a few seconds, I had enough of him inside of me to pause for a moment.

  “Are you ready?” I asked.

  He inhaled a deep breath, grasped my shoulders firmly in his hands, and in one swift motion, rolled me onto my back.

  “Adam,” I gasped. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”

  “You worry about you,” he said. “And let me worry about me.”

  “Okay.”

  I felt pressure from him slightly penetrating me, and then it stopped.

  “The question you need to ask yourself is this, my dear,” he said. “Are you ready?”

  On my back, and gazing up at his shadowy silhouette, I responded. “I think so.”

  Upon receiving my verbal nod of approval, he slowly forced himself into me.

  Entirely.

  I gulped a breath. Before I could mentally – or physically – prepare for anything more, he withdrew his hips, extracting himself from me completely.

  I exhaled and then took another quick breath.

  Without warning, he shoved himself into me fully, causing all the air to shoot from my lungs.

  With his cock buried deep inside of me, he swept my hair away from my face and then kissed me. The kiss was sensual and aggressive, lasting for several satisfying minutes.

  When our lips eventually parted, I was a mess of sexual emotion.

  “Okay, now I’m ready,” he said. “And, I’m going to show you what fucking is all about.”

  I didn’t realize we were in a fuck contest, but it sure sounded fun. Just to make sure he gave me his all, I offered a little nudge.

  I reached to the side, grabbed a pillow in each hand, and squeezed them tight in preparation of what was sure to come.

  “Bring it, you crippled old man,” I said, trying not to laugh.

  It was like I’d released a rodeo bull from the gate.

  The tips of his fingers dug deep into the flesh of my ass, and he began to fuck me without reservation, or much mercy.

  It was wonderful.

  With each stroke, I huffed a breath, trying my best to stay in rhythm with his forceful thrusts.

  “Too much cock for you?” he asked.

  My response came past my lips like a shot. “Excuse me?”

  He pulled his hips back, paused, and then slammed it in balls-deep. “Is my cock too big?”

  I exhaled. “No.”

  He withdrew himself until the tip was tickling my throbbing clit.

  “Are you sure?”

  I gripped the pillows firmly. “Positive.”

  He thrust his hips forward with so much force that it drove the air from my lungs.

  “Sure?” he asked.

  “Actually,” I said. “I wish it was a little bigger. But I’ll see if you can make up for it in form and stamina.”

  Adam had a temper – and a competitive side – and on that morning, I found out how to push his buttons. He fucked me like he needed to prove a point, and prove a point he did.

  When he finally decided I’d had enough, he allowed himself to reach climax. At the time, I was flat on my back, exhausted, and giving no more verbal resistance.

  “I’m going to come all over you,” he said.

  I’d already had more orgasms than I could count. “Do it,” I breathed. “Cover me.”

  He pulled himself from inside of me and began to stroke his cock over my stomach. With the early morning sun seeping in through the windows, I watched eagerly.

  His back arched, his muscular torso tightened, and he bellowed out into the room.

  The come shot from the tip of his dick in spurts, covering
my stomach, tits, and neck in its wet warmth.

  Seeing him come so violently was a huge turn-on, and a great finale for our sex-filled night.

  After the last drop escaped him, he let out a breath.

  I gazed at the cum, and then at him. “That was hot.”

  He flexed his bicep. “Not bad for a crippled old man, huh?”

  “Not bad at all,” I said with a smile.

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  CHAPTER FIVE

  To have sex or not have sex. So far I hadn’t given it much thought, but now that I was in in the bedroom with Rhett, deciding what I was going to do wasn’t as easy as I wanted it to be.

  If I had sex with Rhett, and then went on to finish the show, the risk of him losing interest in me during the remaining five months of filming was a strong possibility. There was the obvious point that I hadn’t known him for any length of time at all, and that bothered me a little.

  Actually, a lot.

  Furthermore, the likelihood of me later falling for one of the other men – especially after getting to know each of them intimately – existed.

  If I decided to have sex with Rhett, and then again with one of the other men in the latter stages of filming, Rhett would find out about it – as would the other person – as soon as the show was aired.

  My head was spinning with the possibilities of what might happen. There was no way to know what the future held, but proceeding in a manner that was going to be morally acceptable to the viewing public was important to me.

  I didn’t want to be labeled a slut, skank, or a whore. Pictures of me having sex with multiple men in a short period of time being plastered on Instagram, Twitter, and every other social media platform wasn’t something I looked forward to, either.

  Standing at the foot of the bed, I glanced at Rhett, hoping to come to a decision before I made a complete fool of myself. While staring blankly at him and hoping for at least a few seconds of mental clarity, he pulled his shirt over his head.

  His chiseled abdomen stared back at me. After a few long seconds of gawking, my eyes shifted to his chest. Two thick slabs of flesh, perfectly proportioned and tanned, gave his torso the ‘v’ shape that all men sought but very few obtained.

  With his eyes now locked on mine, he reached for his belt, unbuckled it, and pushed his shorts down along his lean, muscular thighs. As the material worked its way past the slight bulge that seemed to be causing the only obstruction, his cock sprung free.