S is for SEX

by Scott Hildreth

  “I ain’t sucking yours, dude. I don’t give a fuck, suck it,” Lenny said, stroking his cock.

  I pounded my fingers in and out as fast as I could. I rubbed my clit with my left hand furiously. I opened

  Three. I shifted my eyes to Greg, peering through almost closed eyelids.

  “I can’t suck your cock, dude. This is weird. It’d make me gay,” Greg

  “Yes, yes, yes. Oh my fucking God, I’m going to cum, boys…Oh fuck, yes. Yes. Yes,” I screamed.

  Four. Five.

  “Dude, look at her. She’s fucking ready. It only makes you gay if you swallow,” Lenny explained, still stroking his perfect cock.

  Six.

  “Oh. My. God. Suck it Greg, suck it,” I screamed as I rubbed my clit.

  “Suck it Greg, I ain’t gonna say shit to nobody, ever. This’ll stay here,” Lenny begged again.

  Fuck it, this dude’s a slap away from being a cocksucker. All he needs is a little push.

  Lenny stood stroking his cock. I looked at Lenny and winked. He winked back. Greg stood, his hands on his hips staring at Lenny’s cock, as if each stroke was drawing him closer to hypnosis.

  “Suck it Greg, I’ll swallow his load, and then I will suck yours like a good little girl. I’ll let you cum in my mouth. I wanna watch. Suck it. Suck that cock, Greg. You sexy motherfucker, suck it. God damn, you’re making me wet Greg, suck Lenny’s cock for me. Suck it!” I screamed as I beat my poor wet pussy to a pulp.

  Greg lowered himself to his knees. Lenny stepped closer. Greg opened his mouth and closed his eyes.

  Lenny, cock in hand, touched the tip to Greg’s lips. Greg flinched. Lenny pulled back and slowly touched the tip to his lips again. Greg stuck out his tongue and licked the head.

  Lenny closed his eyes.

  I opened mine.

  Lenny’s thick cock disappeared half-way into Greg’s mouth. Then three quarters. Slowly, Lenny’s cock disappeared into Greg’s mouth. Greg grabbed Lenny’s ass in his hands, and dug his fingers into the flesh. Lenny’s eyes opened, and he looked at me. Fingering my pussy and rubbing my clit from the chair, I winked again. He winked back and raised his eyebrows as Greg took him into his throat fully.

  “Suck that cock, Greg. You’re making me so fucking wet, suck it. God damn, you’re sexy as fuck with that cock in your mouth. Go Greg, go….suck it good,” I demanded.

  Holy fuck this is like freaking Christmas. I love it. Nothing better than making a dude do what you want him to, especially if it’s something he wouldn’t normally do. Christy Cross is motherfucking Boss.

  Lenny’s cock disappeared in and out of Greg’s mouth. I sat, amazed at watching it disappear. This was by far more sensual and sexy than watching Beth suck Adam’s cock

  Greg pulled his head from Lenny’s cock. It fell from his mouth, and Greg’s saliva dripped from the tip onto the floor.

  “This doesn’t mean I’m gay?” Greg asked, looking up into Lenny’s eyes.

  Lenny shook his head side to side. “No,” he reassured Greg softly.

  Dude, you have another dude’s cock in your throat. What, exactly does that make you? A cocksucker. Get a clue. Straight dudes don’t suck cocks, and they especially don’t suck them like that. Jesus.

  I don’t know how many times Greg had done this, but this was nowhere near his maiden voyage. He continued to squeeze Lenny’s ass in his hands and work his entire length in and out of his throat. I sat up on the couch, and reached into my back pack. I sifted through the bag with my cum covered hands and grabbed my tube of lube. Lenny turned and glanced my direction. I held my index finger to my lips. Lenny nodded and closed his eyes.

  As Greg rocked back and forth on his knees with his eyes closed, I looked between his legs. His cock was as hard as a rock.

  Yeah, if you close your eyes, it isn’t really happening.

  I slowly worked my way to Greg and whispered, “Greg, it’s me honey, keep sucking. You’re doing great; I fucking love it. I’m going to suck your cock like a good girl. Keep those eyes closed, and raise yourself up a little so I can get under you.”

  He straightened his knees a little. I opened the lube, squirted it all over my fingers, and tossed the tube on the floor. I inched my way under him, facing up. His cock was throbbing and hard. I raised up and slid it into my mouth. He relaxed his knees and fed it to me softly. As I raised my head up and down, his thrusts met my mouth. I took him into my throat as he allowed Lenny into his. Soon, Greg began to moan. Using my right hand, I slid my index finger into his ass. Instead of pulling away, he pressed his ass against my hand.

  In and out, I forced his cock into my throat. My finger slid in and out of his ass. He moaned louder and louder. I pushed my finger further into his ass. I felt his cock swell in my mouth. I pulled my moth from his cock.

  “Cum. Fucking cum. Cum for me,” I screamed.

  I took him into my mouth again. My finger slid in and out of his tight ass, as the tip of his cock pressed against my throat. His cock began to swell again. I sucked faster, pressing the head against the roof of my mouth with my tongue as it slid deeper in my mouth. I pushed my finger deeper into his ass.

  He began to moan. I reached for my pussy with my left hand and began rubbing my clit. I pushed three fingers inside my soaking wet pussy without effort, and pressed my palm against my clit. I began to moan. I sucked harder and forced him deeper.

  He moaned louder.

  I moaned louder. Greg moaned back.

  Lenny began to moan.

  I came hard…and again…and again. I groaned, my mouth full of Greg’s throbbing cock. Greg exploded into my throat, his hips against my face.

  Lenny moaned, I let Greg’s cock fall from my mouth, and licked the tip. I looked up. Greg buried his face into Lenny’s crotch. Lenny’s hips worked back and forth, and stopped, his entire cock buried deep in Greg’s mouth.

  Lenny moaned and pulled his cock from Greg’s mouth. From my vantage point, I could see it all. It was as if it happened in slow motion. Lenny, his cock now free from Greg’s mouth, was in his hand. Greg opened his eyes and mouth at the same time. He began to speak.

  And Lenny erupted.

  Erupted.

  Just like John.

  Fuck yes, this is fucking awesomesauce.

  The cum shot from Lenny’s tip in spurts, the first hitting Greg in the mouth and lips. Greg rocked back on his knees. The second and third covered his face and eyes. Greg teetered back forward, and opened his mouth again.

  And Lenny filled it. With his hands on each side of Greg’s head, Lenny buried his cock into Lenny’s mouth until his balls were on Greg’s chin. Greg closed his eyes. Lenny looked down and smiled. I looked up and winked.

  Lenny winked back.

  I pulled my finger from Greg’s ass and skid out from under him.

  Lenny slowly removed his cock from Greg’s mouth. Greg looked up, his face covered in Lenny’s cum. Lenny shrugged his shoulders. Greg began to wipe the cum from his face with his fingers. He gazed at his fingers. He appeared to be in shock.

  Christy Cross is Boss.

  “Eat it, Greg,” I screamed.

  Greg and Lenny both rotated toward me. Greg slowly turned and looked up at Lenny, his hand covered in cum.

  “Don’t look at him you twat, look at me. I’m running this shit show. Eat it. Make me proud of you, you little bitch. Eat it,” I bellowed in as deep of a tone as I could muster.

  Greg closed his eyes, opened his mouth, and stuck out his tongue. His tongue met the cum on his fingers, and he began to lick them until they appeared to be clean. Lenny looked at me - I shrugged my shoulders and winked. Lenny winked back.

  “Suck them clean, Greg,” I demanded.

  Greg stuck his fingers in his mouth one at a time, and sucked them clean of the Lenny’s sticky offering.

  I walked to my pile of clothes, and put on my shorts. I pulled my shirt over my head, slid on my shoes, and grabbed my back pack.

  “What? Where? What are you doing?”
Greg said as he stood up.

  “Listen, I have a few things I have to do. Greg, you’re coming with me. Lenny, you can come too - or not - I really don’t care. It’s going to take an hour tops. But Greg, you’re coming with me, you understand?” I shouted.

  “What are we going to …” Greg whimpered.

  “Shut up, you pathetic little bitch. Get up and get dressed,” I demanded.

  “Hey don’t talk to me that way,” Greg barked back. “It was an accident, I didn’t mean to…”

  “What, swallow? Dude, shut up. I don’t know how many cocks you’ve sucked. I have no idea - but I know this - that wasn’t your first. No God damned way,” I said, staring him in the eye.

  He looked at Lenny.

  Lenny shook his head.

  “See?” I said.

  “Now get dressed, we gotta go.”

  “Oh, and don’t wash that taste out of your mouth either. You can do that later. When you’re done,” I added.

  Christy Cross is Boss.

  CHRISTY

  Traffic was ridiculous as I tried to work my way back into the city. Maneuvering in and out of traffic was a pain in the ass, and I was damned close to sober. I didn’t care much for being awake and being sober. Not if I could help it. I exited the highway, and sped down the off ramp.

  “You need to slow down, you’re going to make me sick,” Greg whined.

  “Jesus, shut up, Greg, we’ll be there in a minute. And if you puke your belly full of cum on my back seat, I’ll beat your ass,” I yelled to the back seat as I turned onto Peach Orchard Lane.

  “So, we’re just going to meet a guy?” Lenny asked.

  “Well, you are,” I responded, then continued - whispering, “Greg’s gonna suck his cock.”

  Lenny smiled and tapped his fingers on his knees to Angus and Julia Stone’s, “Draw Your Swords”.

  “I love that song,” he said.

  “So do I. It’s awesome, huh?” I responded.

  “What are you guys talking about,” Greg spouted from the back seat.

  “Shut up, Greg,” we both said in unison.

  “Here we are, 735. This is it. Come on,” I said as I set the parking brake.

  “Greg hand me that back pack, we may need it,” I bellowed to Greg.

  Greg handed me the back pack, and I opened the door and got out. Greg slipped out from the rear seat, and Lenny walked around the front of the car.

  “Okay, now listen, just don’t freak out, okay?”

  They both nodded. We waked to the front door, and I unlocked it with the keys that I had taken earlier. As we entered, I held my finger to my lips to make sure they remained quiet. We walked in and around the corner of the house.

  “Oh my God, I love his taste in art,” Greg whispered.

  This guy is gay as fuck and the sooner he realizes it, the better off we’ll all be.

  We walked around the corner, and stepped into the bedroom. The Butt Pirate was asleep on the bed.

  “Oh my God. What the fuck? How long has he been here?” Greg asked.

  “I don’t know, a few hours or so,” I lied.

  I walked to the bathroom and found a washcloth and some soap. I got the washcloth wet with warm water and soap, and walked back into the bedroom. As soon as I got in the room, I heard butt boy talking.

  “Please, she’s insane, you two have to let me loose,” he whined from the bed.

  I’m insane? I didn’t claim I had a wife, and lure you into my home so I could rape you.

  “Dude, I wasn’t lying when I told you what I told you. Son-of-a-bitch. Are you that stupid?” I asked as I set down the back pack.

  I unzipped the back pack and pulled the Tazer from the bag. I stood, Tazer in hand and leaned toward the bed.

  “No! NO! Please God no, I’m sorry…” Butt Pirate screamed.

  I pressed the Tazer inside his upper thigh and pulled the trigger. His body convulsed. As his body flopped, he pissed everywhere.

  “You nasty prick, if that gets on me, I’m going to…”

  “Holy shit, what did you do?” Greg screamed.

  Lenny laughed.

  I knew I liked you for a reason. Sexy as Lenny fucking Kravitz - and you have a sense of humor too. I can’t wait.

  “Who’s boss?” I asked the Pirate.

  “What?” he asked.

  I pressed the Tazer between his legs.

  “You are. You are!” he screamed.

  “Say it, fuck bucket,” I said smartly.

  “Christy Cross. Christy Cross is boss,” he whined.

  “Capitalize the “B” when you say it,” I screamed, pressing the Tazer into his flesh – waiting to pull the trigger.

  “How can I do that? I’m saying it, not spelling it,” he pleaded.

  “Say it with authority,” I responded, “Say it again.”

  “Christy Cross is Boss!” he screamed.

  Lenny laughed. I turned and smiled at Greg. Greg wasn’t laughing, but he had a look on his face like he was enjoying himself. The Pirate had tears in his eyes. I imagine he was close to being at the end of his rope, emotionally. I took the wash cloth and handed it to Greg.

  “What am I going to do with this?” Greg asked.

  “Clean his crotch up. You’re going to want it pretty spiffy when you suck his cock in a minute,” I responded.

  “What?” both Greg and Butt boy screeched at the same time.

  “Clean his little wiener, Greg. Then you’re going to suck it. And you’re not going to swallow, because I need the cum. Wait a minute…go rinse your nasty mouth out with mouthwash in the bathroom first, I don’t want Lenny’s DNA and Pirate’s DNA mixed up in your mouth,” I said as I pointed to the bathroom.

  “I’m serious, go rinse,” I said, pointing to the bathroom.

  Greg waked to the bathroom quietly.

  “And you want to tell me you live with this dude, and you didn’t know he was gay?” I turned to Lenny and asked, shaking my head.

  He shrugged his shoulders and laughed, “I don’t know. He sure can suck a dick.”

  Yeah, and straight dudes don’t suck cocks, not even a little bit. Suck one cock, you’re a cock sucker for life…

  “Wipe him off and get busy sucking his dick,” I said as Greg walked out of the bathroom.

  Greg took the washcloth and began wiping Butt Pirate’s lower region off.

  “And if you say one word, other than to encourage this pole smoker, I’m going to fry your ass. Understand?” I asked Butt Pirate.

  He nodded.

  “Lenny, hand me that bottle of tequila off the dresser,” I said softly, pointing to the dresser.

  “Oooh, Patron. Muy Bueno,” he said as he handed it to me.

  “Simone,” I responded.

  I removed the cap and took two long drinks. Chingale! Fucking tequila.

  “Get busy Greg,” I said as I shook my head side-to-side to get rid of the bite form the tequila.

  “He’s all soft, and the bed smells funny,” he said.

  I held the Tazer in the air and pulled the trigger. Greg immediately fell face first into Butt Pirate’s lap, and began sucking his limp dick. Within a few seconds, Pirate was hard.

  Oh shit, the Pirate likes it. This fucking weirdo. Both of these guys…weird.

  Greg took short fast strokes, trying to make quick work of his skills. Tom’s eyes remained closed. In a matter of seconds, Tom’s back arched, and his stomach muscles tensed.

  “Don’t swallow, you cum guzzler!” I screamed at Greg.

  Tom moaned and opened his eyes. He quickly closed them again, and drew a few short shallow breaths.

  Greg lifted his head proudly, his lips pursed together.

  “Don’t swallow it, I know you want to, but don’t. Spit it into your hand and let me see it,” I said.

  Greg raised his eyebrows.

  “I’m serious. In your palm,” I demanded, pointing to his hand.

  He spit it in his hand. I looked. Lenny looked. Greg looked. A small white
spot about the size of a pencil eraser puddled in the center of Greg’s palm. We all turned and glared at the Butt Pirate.

  “I’m dehydrated, what’d you expect,” he explained.

  “Wipe it on my shorts, Greg,” I said.

  “What?” Greg asked.

  I grabbed his wrist, twisted his arm, and pressed his palm into the front of my shorts, rubbing Butt Pirate’s cum into the fabric.

  “What the…”

  “Don’t worry about it Greg, we’re done here. I’ll take you guys home now.”

  “Done? That’s it?” Greg asked, looking around the room.

  “Yeah, that’s it, unless you want to butt fuck this dude,” I responded as Lenny and I walked to the door.

  “Greg.You coming Greg?” I asked as we were walking out.

  “Well…I was wondering…”

  “Well come back some other time, Greg.

  When we got to the front door, Greg came running up to meet us.

  “Nice visit?” I asked.

  Greg smirked.

  Walking out to the car I smiled. I had an idea.

  Oh, this is going to be good…

  CHRISTY

  Waking up from a deep sleep or from a deep drunk isn’t always a good experience. Sometimes, when your eyes open and you don’t quite remember where you are, it’s a little bit of a learning experience for a few minutes. When it has happened to me in the past, I have always acted like I know where I am and what’s going on, even though that isn’t necessarily the case.

  This was one of those times. Only a little bit worse.

  “What the fuck happened?” I asked as I looked around, my eyes out of focus.

  Everything is white, this can’t be good.

  “You passed out,” Heather whispered.

  “I fell down,” I responded.

  “You didn’t fall down. You stood up, mumbled something, and barfed. You tried to take a step, slipped on all the puke, and down you went. Your feet flew up, and your head went down. That’s not falling Christy, it’s a pass-out. Then your drunk little ass crawled around in the puke for a minute before you really passed out,” Heather giggled.

  “Whatever. Where am I?” I asked, trying to focus.

  “You’re in the hospital. You barfed all over the place. It was embarrassing. You were just spinning and barfing and then you went down,” Heather said, hovering over me.