Sex and the Alphabet — Prologue and Chapters 1&2
Prologue
As soon as the last stitch of clothing was off, I backed up to the bed and lay down on my back. Sean joined me upon the mattress, and with considerable force, shoved his hard cock into me, and began pumping swiftly. The sensation was magnificent. After a hard day at work, and a good solid hour of intense foreplay which threatened to rip apart my sexual composure, it felt so good finally to have him banging my impatient pussy.
Sean and I had been together for just over a year, and the sex was incredible. We had an excellent rapport on a social level, as well as on a sexual level. He was someone I could really talk to, and someone who knew how to fuck, not to mention the fact that he wielded eight rock-solid inches of fat hungry dick when fully excited. We were hot together. We were impetuous. We devoured each other like animals almost on a nightly basis. It was the perfect relationship, as far as I was concerned.
But as I lay there with my legs spread, coming all over his cock with a scream answered by an increase in roughness of thrusts from him, still I wondered how it could get better. A few seconds later, as he plugged into me hard, and gave a glorious moan, and as I felt several hot spurts of come jet into my pulsing cavern, I had a vision. A flash, really. It was a movie that I had watched with Sean not too long before, which featured a hot, impulsive couple sort of like us, fucking wildly on the floor of an art gallery. It was then that I knew….
I clung to Sean hard until he was done emptying his balls into me. Then he rolled over onto his side and kissed me. He stroked my nipple with two fingers and ran his lips and tongue all over my neck. I could feel come leaking out of my cunt and briefly noted that the sheets must be changed before we could fall asleep on them.
I screwed up my courage and asked, “Sean, where’s the strangest place you’ve ever, you know, fooled around?”
He lifted his head from licking my left tit, and looked at me. He said, “I don’t know. I guess I’ve never really done it anywhere strange.”
“Me neither,” I confessed.
We looked at each other a long moment, both realizing that while we had really really steamy sex, we always did it in the same place: in bed. Making the sheets sticky was a great pastime, but there was so much more to the world of fornication.
A wicked smile came across his face. “Where do you want to do it?” Then he went back to work on sucking my nipple, and slipped two fingers into my come-soaked hole.
I thought for a moment. Then it came to me. “I propose a game.”
“I’m intrigued,” he said, muffled against my skin.
“We do it in 26 places, one for every letter of the alphabet.”
“In order?” he asked, moving his mouth from my breast to my abdomen.
“Yes, of course in order. That’s what makes it a game.”
“Can we do it in-between?”
“No, that will motivate us!”
He now had his tongue inside my navel. He lifted it out long enough to ask, “Do we have to fuck every time, or can we do…. other things?”
“The rule is: one of us has to come. If it’s a fingerfuck, a blowjob, whatever. Someone has to come, okay? But we fuck whenever possible.”
“Okay,” he agreed. “God, you are so fucking sexy.” Apparently the conversation was over. He moved his mouth down even further and ran his tongue swiftly across my still-sensitive clitoris. From there he sucked on my pussy harder than ever before and gave me the post-cunnilingual screw of my life. He was jazzed about our game and so was I.
Chapter 1: Airballing and Barroom Brawling
Two days later, Sean was off to Canada on business. He works for a prominent advertizing firm and he was trying to land an account with Jorgensen Carpets, based in Toronto. I drove him to the airport and stood in line with him while he checked his luggage. We walked as far as the security checkpoint, after which was “passengers only,” and he leaned down to kiss me goodbye. His tongue probed my mouth hungrily and his free hand was squeezing my ass. People all around were moaning and groaning over our shameless display of lust.
“I wish you had let me fuck you this morning,” he whispered. “Now I’m not going to be able to think of anything else during my conference!”
“Just be patient, honey,” I said. “You’ll be home in three days and then we can begin our little game. But you know the rules: no in-between-time funny business or it will ruin our motivation.”
He let his tongue slide in once more to fuck my mouth. I felt a distinct tingly moistening between my legs. I broke the kiss and said to him, “you know, airport starts with A.”
“Why yes, it does,” Sean said wickedly. His eyes scanned the area. He grabbed my hand and said, “come on.”
He led me to a row of telephone booths. Our airport is fairly new and it has solidly-built phone booths complete with wooden doors and stools inside. It was still a tight fit for the two of us, but what did we care?
Sean looked at his watch and noted, “the plane leaves in an hour and it’s going to take nearly that long to get through security, so we’ve got to hurry!” I unbuckled his pants and let them drop to the floor. His cock was already hard from the deep kiss we had shared. I leaned against the wall with one foot up on the stool. I pulled my skirt up around my waist and pulled my bikini panties to one side to give Sean access to my pussy. He held on to the sides of the booth as he bent his knees and impaled me upon his long stiff member.
He closed his eyes and concentrated on fucking me quickly. I was on fire. My cunt was slicker than it had been in a long while. He ground his pelvis against mine as his dick seemed to search my insides. After a minute or two, I lifted my other foot up off the floor and wrapped myself around him. He stood fully upright and earnestly nailed me to the wall. The explosion built up inside me, and when the dam broke, I bit his shoulder to keep from crying out. My pussy was not done pulsating and billowing from my orgasm when he started pumping hot streams of creamy spunk deep into my cunt.
He pulled away and his limp dick slunk out of my cavity, spent and exhausted. He took a moment to lean against the wall to catch his breath before pulling up his pants and opening the door to the phone booth. He kissed me wildly and walked off to the security checkpoint once more, without a word. I walked back to the car with a swagger and Sean’s hot come still inside me.
Three days later, I picked Sean up at the airport. I had only talked to him once while he was gone, but when the conversation turned to sex, I had to hang up because I didn’t want to cheat on our sex game. The last time we saw each other, he was walking away from me after a fantastically exposed fuck. When we saw each other again when he walked out of the gate, he put his arms around me and we replayed our public tongue-fuck from before. He squeezed my ass hard, and we heard some woman mutter, “get a room for God’s sake,” as she walked by. We giggled and went to the car.
Sean was telling me about his trip on the way. “Oh God,” he moaned. “Kevin took me to this burger joint on Tuesday night. He claimed they were the greatest burgers north of Lake Michigan.”
“Not so great?”
“Not so great. I tell you, Canadians don’t know shit about making burgers. Beer they can do. But leave the burgers to Americans!” He loosened his tie.
“Well, what do you say we go get some decent burgers?” I asked, realizing suddenly that I was, in fact, rather hungry.
“Hey, great idea!” You’d think I’d found a cure for cancer the way he jumped at the thought. He made an abrupt turn to the right, and I knew immediately that he was headed to Mitch’s Bar and Grill, his favorite place for greasy, All-American fare.
We chose table in the corner. Once we were seated in the noisy, crowded, smoky barroom at Mitch’s, we ordered two of Mitch’s Deluxe
Bacon Burgers and two Molsons. Then suddenly, Sean took my hands and leaned across to kiss me. He had to shout to make himself understood, but it’s not like anyone could hear him in there.
“I haven’t been able to think about anything else ever since we fucked in that phone booth, Lily,” he said. “It was so damn hot!”
“Yeah, I sort of enjoyed it too,” I said coyly. We smiled at each other. “But we’ve still got twenty-five more to go, honey. We can’t get too swept away with how terrific the first one was. I know we can top it!”
“Do you think?” he asked, smiling sideways at me.
“I know.” With that, I grabbed his finger and slid it into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it like a little dick. I kicked off my sandal and stretched my leg across, resting my foot in his crotch. I looked him straight in the eye as I sucked his finger and rubbed his thick and solid cock through his trousers.
Just then, a big buy at the bar stood up, knocking over his stool and shoved a second guy off his stool. “You got a problem, motherfucker?” he screamed.
The second guy got up off the floor and shoved back, insisting, “I ain’t got a problem ‘cept for you, asshole!”
A full-on brawl broke out fairly quickly. It was pandemonium. Any male who happened to be standing at the bar at the time was now in the middle of it, shoving, swinging, kicking.
I saw it as an opportunity to be naughty – and undetected by the distracted mob. I slid down in my chair underneath the table. I knew someone would be breaking up the fight in a couple of minutes, so I had a small window of time. I parted Sean’s legs and unzipped his pants.
His dick, by now, was throbbing, no doubt in anticipation of what was to come. It popped out from the folds of his clothing, and I wasted no time engulfing it with my mouth. As I had demonstrated on his finger a few minutes earlier, I swirled my tongue around the smooth head of his huge cock, and slid it down my throat. I began moving my head back and forth, letting my throat stretch open again and again with the width of his member. I reached up to massage his balls through the fabric and felt his hands running through my hair, showing me the rhythm he wanted. I matched his rhythm, and continued fucking my face with his cock. I sucked as I had never sucked before and imagined the pained expression on Sean’s face as he tried to hide the fact that he had his dick down his girlfriend’s throat while pretending to watch a barroom brawl.
When I heard the words, “All right boys, break it up!” I gave his balls a good solid squeeze and Sean spoojed down my throat like a cannon. Some of his white cream dripped down my chin, but I swallowed what I could and perched myself back up onto my chair. I wiped off my chin as Sean tucked his champion back into his pants and the two misfits who had started the brawl were escorted out by bouncers. The waiter brought our beers a minute later, along with a glass of water for me.
“Here’s something to cleanse the palate, sweetheart,” he said to me with a wink.
“What the hell was that?” Sean asked when the waiter left.
“Letter B. Just your standard issue barroom blowjob.” I answered. I leaned across and added, “You shot off like a torpedo, honey. Your balls must have been blue!”
“Well, your mouth is like a fucking vacuum! You wouldn’t let me jerk off over the phone the other night, what did you expect?”
I giggled. “Well, all I know is that my twat is throbbing and my panties are soaking wet, so you’d better think of something that starts with C, and do it quickly!”
“No problem,” he assured me.
Chapter 2: Cave of Humpers
An hour later, we were on a dark, deserted road in my car. Sean was taking some alternative route home. I had questioned where we were headed, but he told me not to worry about it. Finally, he stopped in a parking lot, completely deserted. I recognized it as the Red Rocks amphitheatre parking lot in the foothills of the Rockies.
“What are we doing here?” I asked, slipping my sweater up over my shoulders.
“Shhhh,” he said, taking my hand. “Just trust me.”
We hiked up a hill and back down again and found ourselves in a shallow valley. It felt like the wilderness even though I knew we were only half a mile from the highway. Sean shined his light ahead and I saw the mouth of a small cave.
“A cave?” I asked wryly.
“A c-c-cave! My buddies and I used to come here in high school to get high.”
We approached the mouth of the cave. It was only about twelve feet deep and not high enough for me to stand in, but it would serve its purpose. He shined the light inside to make sure we would be alone in there.
He crawled in and lay down on his back. He unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and took out his semi-erect cock. I removed my panties before I even stepped inside, and hung them on a nearby tree. They were heavy with my slick juices and smelled pungent. I pulled up my dress to show Sean my pussy, shaved to a v-shape just above where the folds meet. I placed one hand between my legs and let him see me rub my clit with my middle finger. His cock stiffened to its full size and he moaned, “Oh baby.”
I crawled into the cave and sat astride Sean. I let his fat dick slide into my slick cunt. The floor of the cave was jagged, so I removed my sweater and placed it underneath one knee, and removed my dress and placed it under the other knee. I began pumping slowly up and down on Sean’s dick, moaning loudly as Sean squeezed my nipples through my lacy white bra. I moved faster and faster, my hands planted firmly on either side of the cave’s inner walls. Soon I was bouncing quick and hard, impaling myself on Sean every half-second, listening to him grunt each time the tip of his cock reached the innermost recesses of my cunt.
“Play with my clit, baby,” I panted. Sean placed a thumb on my stiff red clit and rubbed vigorously. I grasped my bouncing tits as I began to come. I screamed out, “Oh fuck, yeah!” as I pressed his hand against my pussy. My cunt was gushing cream and taking Sean’s cock repeatedly to the hilt at the same time. It was all too much for me and I came a second time immediately, this time screaming, and humping Sean with every ounce of force in my body.
My clit was eager that night. It was hard, red, and craved total release. It wanted to be rubbed, it wanted to come. With a grunt and a thrust, Sean shot his second load of the evening into my hungry cunt. His cock began to wither almost immediately, but I was still horny as hell. I rose up, letting his cock and his white jism slide out of me and moved up to straddle his face. I didn’t care about my knees against the hard rock. I ground my pussy into his mouth and screamed out, “eat me! Eat my pussy and make me come!” He sucked my clit until, once more, my pussy gushed a flood of fragrant juices all over his face.
I collapsed against the cave wall, and the two of us lounged there, trying to catch our breath. Finally Sean whispered, “How’s that for C?”
I couldn’t answer, all I could do was sigh. “My thoughts exactly,” said Sean.
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