Page 269 of S is for SEX

Ryan slid his hand from the front of Meghan’s neck to the back of her head. Pressing against her back with his chest, he caused her to bend at the waist as he forced her head into the cushions of the couch. His hips now pressing against her butt, he forced her head between the arm of the couch and the seat cushion. With his right hand holding her head in place, he grabbed her panties with his left hand and pulled sharply, snapping the fabric in two.

As Meghan felt Ryan’s cock penetrate her, she groaned into the couch cushion. Her slight fear and uncertainty cast aside, she grunted with each thrust of his hips. The sounds of their skin slapping together became hypnotic as Ryan’s hand pressed harder against the back of her head. Meghan labored with breathing as he continued to forcefully fuck her.

As she felt her pussy begin to contract, she moaned into the cushion of the couch.

As he pounded his cock deep inside her pussy, Meghan fought to breathe and moaned in ecstasy; reaching a degree of climax she had never known.

Ryan lifted his right foot from the floor and raised it onto the couch. With his left foot on the floor, and his right foot beside Meghan’s head, he released his grasp of her head with his hand.

Meghan attempted to raise her head from the couch, but he stopped her short, stepping on her neck with his foot. He pressed her face into the void between the cushion and the arm of the couch, grinding the arch of his foot onto the base of her skull.

With one foot on the floor and one on Meghan’s neck, Ryan began to fuck her harder and harder. The entry of his thick shaft into her soaking wetness was now easier and without any obstruction.

With each stroke, a muffled grunt could be heard from the couch cushions.

“Holy fuck, that cock is deep now, isn’t it?” Now that, Meghan, is balls deep. You feel my balls against your wet little pussy?” Ryan grunted.

Ryan extended his right leg, using his thigh muscles to press his foot against Meghan’s neck with more force. As his foot slid up her neck and onto the back of her head, he pressed down with his harder, smashing Meghan’s face into the frame of the couch. As he pushed against her head, he continued to force his cock in and out of her pussy and scream as he did so.

“Fuck, Meghan. I think I might just cum,” Ryan bellowed.

Meghan fought to breathe.

“Yes, I’m sure of it,” Ryan assured her.

Methodically, Ryan continued to fuck her with long harsh strokes. With his left foot between her feet, and his right pressing against her head, each stroke was penetrating as deep as possible. With his upper thigh against Meghan’s lower back, he pressed his cock as deep as he could and held it deep inside of her.

Meghan’s body began to shudder and shake. From her pussy to her nipples, she felt as if she was being shocked. She had never experienced anything like this before, and was incapable of expressing her feelings. The darkness of her head being buried by Ryan’s foot was amplified by the force in which Ryan was pressing against her head. As Ryan held his cock buried deep inside of her, everything she was able to see went black and her ears began to ring.

“Oh fuck, Meghan. Here it comes,” Ryan howled.

As Meghan reached the height of her orgasm, she felt Ryan’s cock begin to swell. As he pulled it from deep inside of her, she sighed and relaxed as best she could. As she felt his hands spread her ass cheeks apart, she tensed her arms and stomach muscles. Almost immediately, she heard Ryan groan and felt the warm spurts of cum against her ass.

Ryan released the pressure of his foot from Meghan’s head. Slowly, she began to raise her head from the couch. As she did, she felt Ryan’s hand on her right shoulder, lifting her from the awkward position.

As she stood, her legs shook and her knees began to wobble.

Ryan extended his arms around her back and under her armpit, holding her from falling.

“Here, let me help you to the bathroom,” Ryan whispered as he held the weight of her body against his right arm.

As he turned toward the hallway, Meghan’s legs gave out. Exhausted, and in a heightened state of euphoria, she was incapable of walking. As her legs failed, Ryan reached under her thighs with his left arm and picked her up from the floor.

“Carrying you might be easier,” Ryan chuckled as he hoisted Meghan from the floor.

Meghan sighed. “Holy fuck. First time, huh?”

“Excuse me?”

“Your first sex. That was it?”

“Oh. Yes. That was my first time doing it. I’m fascinated with watching it, though. I just did what I’ve seen others do,” Ryan admitted.

Standing at the entrance of the bathroom, Ryan stood and admired Meghan’s attractive features. As she removed her dress, bra, and jewelry, her hands shook uncontrollably. Standing before him naked, Meghan’s body appeared much younger than her almost thirty years of age. Ryan, still dressed in his shirt, unbuttoned it and set it on top of the bathroom vanity.

He watched as she reached into the shower and turned on the water. The emotion he felt from the aggressive sex was comparable to the excitement and satisfaction he felt from killing Meghan’s uncle and watching her kill Elena. Consciously, as he watched Meghan step into the shower, he compared the two events and his feelings associated with both.

“Are you going to get in with me?” Meghan asked.

Ryan, feeling somewhat disconnected from reality, nodded his head lightly. He turned to focus on Meghan, trying to make sense of the situation. His life, he began to feel, had become a whirlwind of changes. Changes he felt he wasn’t necessarily prepared for or could prepare for.

As he watched the water from the shower raining down on Meghan’s naked body, he realized that he was not the failure his father had told him he would be.

“Well, get in here. Water is going everywhere,” Meghan laughed as she motioned toward the bathroom floor.

As Ryan stepped into the shower, he thought of his torturous father, of Meghan, and of yet more murder.

And his mouth slowly curled into a smile.

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