S is for SEX

by Scott Hildreth

  “Uhhm, no,” I mumbled.

  “I ain’t steppin’ on your head babe. But this shit’s awesome. Just hold on,” he explained.

  With his right foot beside my head, and his left on the floor, his hips were at an awkward upward angle against my pussy. My position, however, had not changed. As his hips slowly worked up and down, I was quickly reminded the bottom of his cock was pierced.

  Oh. My. God.

  At this new angle, his Jacob’s ladder was just that - a fucking ladder leading to the land of orgasmic pleasure. Against my clit, the pieces of steel banged. On the in stroke; tap, tap, tap. And. On the out stroke; tap, tap, tap. I bit my bottom lip and counted as he gripped my hips and did what he seemed to do oh so well.

  One. Two. Three. I inhaled sharply. One. Two. Oh my fucking God. I exhaled, followed by a severe head-rush.

  His hips pressed against my ass.

  Three.

  With my eyes closed and my mind in suspension, I tingled. Over and over, with each stroke, my clit pulsated as his piercings tickled me into a heavenly bliss. Small orgasms continued, one after the other. I lost track of time, my existence and specifically what was going on. I wasn’t having orgasms.

  I became an orgasm.

  “What are we doing, babe?” he shouted as he worked his cock up and down, in and out.

  “Whaaa?” I opened my eyes and exhaled sharply through the small opening between my teeth and lower lip.

  “Chuck Fuckin’,” he hollered.

  I closed my eyes and began to feel faint. The steel rods banging against my clit as his massive cock filled the inside of my soaking wet pussy, sliding in and out, tapping my clit further into ownership. The speed in which he was fucking me increased as the seconds passed. As my body started to tingle, the sound of his voice brought me back to earth.

  “What are we doing?” he asked again.

  “Chuck Fuckin’,” I screamed.

  “God damned right, we’re Chuck Fuckin’ baby,” he yelled as he continued to pound in and out of my pussy.

  My nipples began to tingle and my butt felt as if it were being electrocuted. I felt my pussy swell as if it were going to explode. I bit my lip harder and grunted, never having felt quite anything comparable.

  “Oh God Ripp…”

  The feeling of pleasure was more than I felt I could enjoy without collapse or brain damage. I was actually scared I was going to squirt cum it felt so good. Uncertain of what was happening, my mouth and eyes opened at the same time.

  “Cum, I’m going to cum,” I stammered.

  “Fuck yes. Do it,” he demanded as he slapped his hand against my ass.

  As his massive cock filled me, the steel piercings made me melt. Without a doubt, I never want a man without a piercing ever…

  “Oh…”

  “Fuck….”

  “Ahhhhhhhh Fucccckkkkkk,” my eyes opened and closed repeatedly.

  My hearing went completely blank. He fucked me deaf. I opened my eyes, and saw nothing. Not even spots. Deaf and blind. As my ears began to ring, my vision repaired itself to seeing spots. A steady dull ring from my ears was a reminder of the intensity of the orgasm. I raised my hand from the countertop and stared at it.

  Shaking uncontrollably.

  “Gimme a minute,” I whispered as I pulled my hips toward the counter.

  “We’re just getting started,” he laughed.

  As his cock flopped from inside of me, I reminded him.

  “Don’t fucking touch me. Jesus. I need,” I paused and looked around the room, “I need a minute.”

  I looked down at my shaking legs. I turned to face Ripp, who stood smiling, his foot still fixed firm on the countertop.

  Limber bastard.

  “I need a minute, seriously,” I sighed as I attempted to catch my breath.

  “Lickle time,” he said as he lowered his foot to the floor and scooped me from my feet.

  He raised me over his head and ducked under my legs, resting my thighs on his shoulders. As his mouth smashed against my soaking wet pussy, I felt the tingle against my clit and heard him begin to hum and groan. Closing my eyes was the only thing I knew to do. I bit my lip and felt my eyes roll back into my head so far I felt they’d dislodge.

  And. I. Came.

  I have no real complete recollection of how long this lasted or when for certain it stopped. Although I had not had any alcohol or drugs, Ripp later told me I was Fuck Drunk. I’m sure he was right, Fuck Drunk I was. When I came back to consciousness, I heard him in the kitchen.

  I looked around the room, confused.

  “What happened?” I asked across the room.

  “I walked in here to cook some eggs, I got hungry after you rode my cock while I was on the floor,” he said over his shoulder.

  Standing naked at the stove and wearing only his Chuck’s, I wanted to take a picture of him.

  “How’d I get here? To the couch?” I asked.

  “You just sat there when I walked in here. You’re Fuck Drunk. Too much good sex,” he responded as if it were normal.

  Light-headed, I walked to the kitchen and stood behind him.

  My vision was blurred. I felt as if I had run six miles as fast as I could, and had stopped immediately and unexpectedly. Full of endorphins, emotion, and wonder, I wrapped my arms around his back and slid my hands to his stomach. I nudged my hips closer to his tight butt muscles and sighed.

  I had never had so many orgasms in my life.

  It was crazy, but one night of sex.

  Just one.

  And I was falling for Mike Ripton.

  Well, at least falling for fucking him.

  As he stood naked and scrambled the eggs, I hoped for a sign. Something. I wanted him to tell me I was different. That something had happened in a night filled with orgasms and sex which would separate me from the many others.

  “Barbee,” he paused as he stirred the eggs.

  “Yeah Ripp?” the words hung on my lips for a long second.

  “You think your sister would be up for a three-way?” he asked without looking up from the stove.

  Not exactly what I was hoping for.

  My heart sank a little bit and I fought with what I wanted to say. My response needed to be something which might preserve a possibility of seeing Ripp in the future. I opened my mouth and closed it a few times, incapable of speaking. Finally, the words came.

  “Brandee,” I screamed over my shoulder, “come in here for a minute. Mike and I have a question.”

  As I heard Brandee’s feet coming down the hallway, an almost inaudible sound came from where Ripp was standing. I’ll never be one hundred percent certain, but it sounded like…

  Fuck yes.

  RIPP. Sitting at the Jackalope and drinking for three hours with Dekk didn’t make me feel any better about seeing the cripple. Riding north on the highway ninety miles an hour coming home weaving through traffic didn’t seem to help me either. Acceptance is supposed to be the answer to all things, but it’s easier said than done. Sometimes masking or denying the issue is what I have found to be best. Over time I have learned to accept some things; and Liv eating the dirty chicken the day at my house was one of them.

  “Well, it ain’t any different than the other four times we been here, I fuckin’ like it,” I said as I pulled my shorts down to my thighs.

  “C’mon Mike, let’s just go to your house,” Liv said as she looked out the window nervously.

  “I don’t want to fuck at home. If I did, we’d be there. I’m in a shitty mood, and I want to fuck right here. I like fuckin’ here, it’s hot,” I said as I started stroking my cock.

  “Hot to you, but it makes me nervous,” she said as she unzipped her shorts.

  “It makes you wet, admit it,” I laughed as I slumped down in the seat.

  “Fucking behind Yamasa Japanese Grille doesn’t make me wet, Mike. Fucking you behind Yamasa Japanese Grille does,” she said as she raised her leg over the center console and lowered herself onto
my lap.

  We had never actually eaten at the restaurant. It was about four blocks from my house, maybe five minutes away at most if traffic was terrible. One day, a few months prior, I dared Liv to fuck me behind the restaurant. I had stated if she didn’t do it, I would hold out on giving her any sex when we got home. We pulled into the parking lot - mid-day - and fucked in the front seat of the car. Since, we had repeated the process three or four times, each time becoming more and more intense.

  Liv was little bit different, sexually speaking. She had a few sexual hang ups. Nothing earth shattering, but different than most of the girls I had been with in the past. My exposure to her desires caused me to realize she was a little bit wild. My longing to be naked in public brought us to Yamasa’s parking lot.

  Now sitting in the front seat of my car, naked from the waist down, I was ready to begin our little game. Also naked from the waist down, Liv was wearing nothing but a sleeveless top and her bra. One of her feet on either side of my hips, and her knees bent, I lowered her onto my lap in front of my cock.

  “You dirty little slut,” I bellowed as I grabbed her neck in my hand.

  “Get on my big cock and ride it. Take it all you whore,” I said as I squeezed her neck in my right hand.

  She raised herself up and hovered over my cock. I pressed down on her shoulder with my left hand as I squeezed her neck with my right. Her sopping wet pussy slid down my cock with no effort whatsoever. As her ass came in contact with my thighs, her eyes closed and she exhaled loudly.

  “You filthy little tramp. You already came all over me, didn’t you?” I asked.

  She opened her eyes and nodded her head sheepishly.

  “I’m sorry. I’m a dirty, filthy girl,” Liv responded.

  I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled it to the right and rearward, arching her neck to the side. I moved my mouth to the left side of her face and bit my way up her neck until my mouth was resting beside her ear.

  “You sure as fuck are. Why try to hide it now? Fuck me you dirty whore. Get busy. Fuck me like I’m fucking paying you, you little slut. Get goddamned busy riding my big cock. Take it all. Every fucking inch. How’s my cold hard steel feel when it’s on the back side of your wet little pussy?” I growled into her ear.

  “Oh God,” she sighed as her ass slowly rose off of my thighs.

  “Oh God? You better get busy you little slut. Don’t you oh God me, you haven’t earned it,” I breathed into her ear.

  Slowly, I released her neck and moved my hands under the bottom of her ass cheeks, spreading my fingers to cover part of her upper thigh. Pulling my hands apart and spreading her pussy as wide as I could, I lifted her from my thighs, suspending her pussy over the tip of my cock.

  “You!” I said sternly as I dropped her down onto my cock.

  I raised my hips upward, forcing all of my cock into her. As her eyes widened and her face filled with surprise, I immediately lifted her from my cock until her pussy cleared the tip. As she gasped for a breath of air, I dropped her onto it again and raised my hips.

  “Better!” I nudged my mouth beside her ear and growled as I lifted her from my cock again.

  “Get!” I dropped her onto my cock again as I forced my hips upward, burying myself into her as deep as possible.

  “Busy!” I lifted her again, holding her ass over my thighs as I turned my head and looked into her eyes.

  Her eyes opened wide as she fought for her next breath. I held her ass in my hands as she attempted to press her weight down onto my cock. As she pushed down, I pressed against her ass with my hands, keeping her from lowering herself onto my cock. Her facial expression changed from one of satisfaction to one of wonder.

  “You want my cock, you little slut?” I snarled.

  “Oh God, Mike. Please. I need it,” she begged.

  I looked out the window of the car into the empty parking lot. A hundred yards away, people were driving past the street in front of the restaurant. The lot we were in, to the rear of the restaurant, was empty. I turned to face her and gave her my best angry face.

  “It’s hot in this motherfucker, and it ain’t hot from you working your pussy,” I reached over and rolled down the window, holding her over my cock with one hand.

  Continuing to hold her off of my cock, I looked into her eyes. As she looked at me with a face full of wonder, I smiled, “Are you ready to fuck me, you filthy slut?”

  “Oh God yes,” she responded.

  “Stop smiling. I’m serious. Are you going to be a good little whore?” I asked.

  “Yes, yes I will,” she quickly answered as she wiggled in my hands.

  “Stop moving. I can’t decide what to do with you,” I sighed as I rolled my eyes and shook my head from side to side.

  Her pussy barely touching the head of my cock, I could feel her wetness. Teasing her was exactly what she needed. She became a different degree of wet the longer I made her wait. She loved being called a whore and being told she was incompetent. Afterward, a little praise with her went a long way. Who knows what made her this way; but overall, I certainly had no complaints. Liv, by anyone’s standards, was fun to fuck.

  “Let me fuck you. Let me show you,” she pleaded.

  “You ready to get busy? Earn that money?” I asked as I fixed my eyes on hers.

  She nodded her head repeatedly. We’d done this enough, she knew what was next. She was not capable of masking or hiding her excitement in any way. As her mouth formed a smile, I felt sorry for her and the weird little hang ups she had regarding sex.

  But I sure liked fucking her.

  “Show me what you got, you dirty slut. Make me come back for more,” I said as I pulled my hands from under her ass, dropping her onto my rigid cock.

  Her eyes opened wide and she gasped for a breath. As she looked up and slowly closed her eyes, she wiggled her ass on my thighs, absorbing the feeling of my thick cock buried deep inside her pussy.

  “Get busy, you slut!” I barked as I leaned back into the seat and crossed my arms.

  She began to eagerly raise and lower herself onto my cock, bracing her weight by placing her hands on my shoulders. As I watched her ass working up and down, I smiled. Her long legs, athletic build and naturally sun bleached blonde hair made watching her fuck me so much more enjoyable.

  “You better take all that cock, you slut. Stop short-strokin’ me,” I laughed.

  “I’m….” she took a quick breath as she continued to work her way up and down my cock.

  “Not,” she breathed.

  I raised my hands slowly and placed them on her shoulders lightly. As she began to lower herself onto my cock, I pressed against her shoulders firmly, forcing her down onto the base of my shaft until my scrotum was against the back side of her pussy. Her juices soaked my balls and pooled onto my inner thighs.

  “That, you filthy little slut,” I hissed.

  “Is bottom,” I paused, my hands still pressing against her shoulders.

  “I know it’s huge, and you have a little pussy for a slut, but take it all or your ass is fired,” I said as I released her shoulders.

  “Yes sir. I want to make you happy,” she whimpered.

  “Get fucking busy,” I howled.

  Her ass began to work up and down rapidly, as she forced herself onto my thick throbbing cock. My Jacob’s Ladder pressed against the tightly stretched skin on the back of her pussy. As I felt the steel shafts working their way into her pussy each time it slid deep inside of her, she gasped. Short shallow breaths continued as she worked her pussy down my cock, followed by an exhale when she rose to the tip.

  “Thatta girl, keep going. Keep going. You’re doing great,” I assured her.

  She can’t last a minute once I start praising her.

  “That feels so good. God, you’re beautiful, Liv,” I whispered.

  “Oh, God. Oh God. I need to cum,” she breathed as her eyes opened wide.

  “Cum. You’ve earned it. Cum, Liv. Cum you sexy little bitch,” I whi
spered harshly.

  “Oh fuck…” she wailed.

  She continued to fuck me rapidly.

  “Oh…fuck.”

  She began to slow down, taking more regulated strokes.

  “Oh…my…God…” she whispered.

  She buried herself into my lap and closed her eyes as her pussy contracted repeatedly on the shaft of my cock. As she came, she exhaled an almost inaudible sigh and opened her eyes. Slowly, she leaned forward; hesitating to come closer to me. I nodded my head, assuring her it was alright to approach.

  As she leaned in closer, I grasped her face in my hands and kissed her lips. As our mouths parted, she exhaled a few short, labored breaths. Her pussy continued to convulse on my cock as she sat on my lap - attempting to stay as still as possible. I released her face from my hands, and stared into her eyes, expressionless. She leaned against the steering wheel and raised her eyebrows slowly. I looked into her eyes and smiled.

  “I guess you earned it, get back there,” I said as I tilted my head toward the rear seat.

  “Oh God, thank you Mike,” she screeched as she literally leapt from my lap and over the top of the front seat.

  Nestled into the back seat, she removed her shirt and bra, tossing them over the back of the passenger seat. My shorts, which had rested on my knees as we fucked in the front seat, had worked their way down to my ankles. As I pulled my shoes through the shorts, I turned and looked at her as she lay in the back seat on her back. Now with her legs bent and her knees in the air, she wagged her knees back and forth in anticipation.

  I tossed the shorts over the passenger seat on top of her shirt, “You ready?”

  “Uh huh, ready. God, am I ever ready,” she responded.

  I worked my way over the front seat and into the back of the Chevelle. 1960’s two door Chevy’s were good for a lot of things, including fucking, but getting from the front seat to the back seat, considering my size, was a chore. As I landed in the rear seat on top of her, she looked up and sighed.

  As I worked my hips between her legs, I guided my cock into her pussy. With just the head penetrating her lips, I raised my chest from hers and braced my hands on either side of her shoulders on surface of the seat.