S is for SEX

by Scott Hildreth

  “I think that’s thirteen. Or fourteen. I bet you’re keeping track. Either way, that’s a lot. I bet you’re worn the fuck out. We’re damn near done, babe. You know, the funny thing is you get so damned worn out that the orgasms come quicker. You notice that?” I asked as I reached down between her legs with the egg.

  She moaned loudly into the leather strap as her muscles tensed along her torso. Slowly, I removed my finger from her ass and pushed the lubricated egg inside. A small diameter cord attached to the control I held in my hand allowed the egg to be controlled remotely. I sat up on the bed between her thighs and smiled.

  “Well, that was easy. You probably can’t even feel it now, but guess what? That little fucker’s inside that cute little ass of yours now, Vee. Here in about half an hour you’re either gonna be really glad you bought that little guy, or pretty fucking mad about it. We’ll know here in a bit, I suppose.

  I held the controller in the air so she could see it and pressed the button, turning it on a mid-level speed.

  Her eyes closed as she moaned softly into the leather strap.

  “Feels good? Well, tell me what you think of this,” I grinned as I placed the controller beside her hip and began stroking my cock.

  As I moved my body along her thighs, I positioned myself between her legs and guided my cock into her soaking wet pussy. As I slowly started fucking her, I reached for the control and turned off the vibrator. Slowly and methodically, I began to fuck her pussy deeply. I made each stroke slow, deep, and predictable.

  “I really like that little pussy of yours, Vee. It’s so fucking wet and tight. God damn, it feels good on this big fat cock of mine,” I grinned as I reached for her nipples and began pinching them between my fingers and thumbs.

  “Oh shit, it feels like you’re going to cum again. Are you going to cum on my cock, Vee?” I asked as I continued to fuck her slowly and deeply.

  She opened and closed her eyes rapidly and nodded her head.

  “Yeah, I can feel it. Hold on,” I said as I raised my chest a few inches and placed my hands on either side of her torso.

  I began to fuck her harder and with much more force as she started to cum. Her eyes closed and she arched her neck as I felt her pussy contract on my cock. If the depth and degree of contraction were a means of measuring satisfaction, this one was huge. Her entire pussy contracted on the length of my cock as I angry fucked her harder and harder. After about ten seconds of her screaming into the strap, I reached for the control and turned on the vibrator.

  Her groaning turned to screaming. Her eyes opened. I looked down at her and smiled as she continued to scream into the strap.

  “Feel good, babe? I asked as I continued to fuck her.

  She blinked her eyes rapidly.

  I turned the speed to high and fucked her as if it was my last opportunity. Her eyes closed and she continued to scream into the strap. As she screamed, I reached up and pulled the strap, snapping it free from her mouth.

  “Oh holy…” she screamed, her eyes blinking slowly.

  I continued to fuck her hard. As my cock worked in and out of her pussy, she raised her head and stared at me, confused. Her body convulsed and her hips bucked up and down as much as they could, considering the degree which she was restrained.

  “Ripp…”

  “I’m done…” she said as her pussy stopped contracting.

  “Is it snowing in this motherfucker?”

  She blinked her eyes and looked at me as if I’d spoken Greek. As soon as she realized the reference, she responded.

  “No, hell no!” she yelled.

  “Alright then,” I said as I reached over and turned off the vibrator.

  I continued to pound away at her swollen pussy. We’d been fucking solid for over an hour now, and her little pussy was red and swollen. She’d had somewhere between fifteen and seventeen orgasms. Initially, she had informed me she was able to have three, and that was her upper limit. Now, she had realized not only that I was some form of Superman, but when you care for someone and you relax, you can have as many orgasms as your body will allow you to.

  Her body and my body seemed to mesh well together.

  She closed her eyes and sighed as I continued to fuck her with my entire cock. Every inch of me was being forced into her pussy until I felt my balls smash against the crack of her ass. As I raised my hips, I pulled out until I felt the tip clear her lips.

  “I’m about there, babe,” I grinned as I continued to fuck her long and hard.

  She continued to lie there with her eyes closed.

  I reached for the control and turned on the vibrator.

  “Holy…”

  “Fuck…” she screamed as she opened her eyes.

  “Snowing yet?” I asked.

  “Fuck no!” she yelled.

  I continued to fuck her deeply and turned the vibrator to high speed. After about thirty seconds, I felt her pussy begin to contract again.

  “Here we go babe, this is it, let’s do this together. Where you want this cum, babe. Face? Tits? Ass? Pussy? Stomach?” I asked as I continued my pace.

  “Inside me…”

  “Please…” she grunted as she bit her lower lip.

  As I listened to her labored breathing and the sound of the vibrator, I turned to face the corner of the room and focus. My cat sat in the corner and stared. I shook my head and turned to face Vee. As she contracted, I began to feel my balls rise. This was going to be massive. We’d been going too long, and I was far too excited.

  As my cock began to swell, she screamed.

  “Do it, Ripp. Cum. Holy…”

  “Fuck…”

  “Oh…”

  Slowly, I stroked in and out. As I felt my cock explode, she opened her eyes and stared. I buried myself into her and groaned.

  “Grrrrrrr…..fuck yes…..you sexy little fucker…” I growled.

  “Ripp….”

  “I fucking…”

  “Pizz you,” she groaned.

  I held still and looked at the most beautiful woman in the world as she stared back at me. Covered in sweat and twenty orgasms richer than she was when she woke up, she smiled.

  “I pizz you back, babe,” I said as I turned off the egg.

  “Holy shit, that was intense, huh?” I sighed.

  “Uh. Yeah. That’s a good word choice. Intense. Let me stick that thing up your ass, fuck you, and see what you think,” she chuckled.

  “Well, the night’s still young. And you took the week off. You never know,” I slowly pulled my cock from her pussy and rolled over and collapsed beside her.

  “Don’t take it out yet, I may not be done,” she sighed.

  “Seriously?” I asked.

  “Yeah. I don’t know. I feel like a shit sandwich right now, but it’s hard to say. Those orgasms? Holy fuckity fuck. Yeah. Give me a bit. I may want more. Why? Is it snowing in this motherfucker?” she asked as she raised her head up to face me.

  “Hell no,” I laughed as I leaned up to kiss her.

  I grasped her face in my hands and kissed her deeply. In a short period of time, we’d made tremendous progress. My life now was much richer than it ever has been. I was surrounded by good friends, a great job, and a woman who just by being herself challenged me in ways that no one else could.

  By being in my life, she challenged me to do things that I never thought I’d do. When I got dressed, I thought of what she would think of my clothes. I even found a pair of jeans that fit my thighs and started wearing them from time-to-time when we went for sushi. I had become more careful of my speech and attempted to talk like I was intelligent, and not a country ass Texan.

  I was learning to love her and do it in a manner that made her glad she was giving me a chance. Vivian Simon was the one person that I could see myself spending my life with and being satisfied.

  Completely.

  As I reached for the restraints to free her from her bindings, she opened her eyes.

  “What are you doing, babe?”
she asked.

  “Unbuckling you,” I responded.

  “No. I’m not done,” she sighed.

  “Seriously?” I asked.

  “Seriously,’ she responded.

  “Okay…” I breathed.

  “Flip that little guy on and do that deal you do with your tongue on my pussy, big boy,” she smiled.

  “Alright,” I smiled.

  As I reached for the control, I realized I may have just met my match.

  I flipped the control to high and rolled between her legs. As I looked up, I watched as she rolled her eyes and slowly closed them.

  “Fuck…”

  “Yes…” she moaned.

  In fact, I was sure of it.

  I have met my sexual match.

  And I’ll be grateful.

  For a lifetime of lifetimes.

  UNBROKEN

  (Un Series, Book IV)

  Buy Unbroken Here

  SHANE. I lifted the dress above her waist and fought to get ahold of her panties, “Just hold the edge of the tailgate.”

  “I can’t believe you’re going to fuck me in the garage – just like Ripp and that unicorn girl story he told us about,” Kace muttered.

  I shook my head and chuckled, “Fine, let’s go in the house.”

  “No, I like it,” she responded as she bent over and gripped the edge of the truck’s lowered tailgate.

  It seemed as if Kace and I had no more than got our relationship going, and she was pregnant. The pregnancy had ups and downs sexually speaking, and then the baby was born. After the birth of the baby, there was an eight week wait until we could have sex again. Now we could have sex whenever we wanted, and Kace wanted it all day every day. The only thing preventing us from fucking like a couple of lab rabbits was the fact we had a child attached to one or the other of our hips almost twenty four hours a day.

  Today, Ripp and Vee took Casey and Jessie to the park. Kace and I got into the truck to go to an afternoon movie, and never made it out of the garage. Making out in the truck evolved into a groping session. Groping turned into me licking and sucking on Kace’s boobs, and within a few minutes we were out of the truck and she was pinned against the wall, well under my sexual attack. Her love for doggie style sex and my problem solving skills caused me to drop the tailgate on the truck, bend her over, and get busy doing one thing we both have come to love.

  Fucking.

  I held her hip in one hand and unbuckled my belt with the other. I was as hard as the diamond in Kace’s engagement ring. Minimal sex creates maximum hardness when the time comes, and I was beyond ready for this.

  My jeans fell to my ankles. Eagerly, I pushed my boxers down to mid-thigh and gripped my cock in my hand. Incapable of waiting for another second and staring down at Kace’s little round ass, I guided myself into her throbbing pussy.

  “Oh god,” she moaned.

  Immediately, I pushed myself inside of her until my balls were against her clit. I gripped her waist with each hand and looked down as I slid myself out of her obviously soaking wet pussy. As the shaft of my cock slowly became visible, she shuddered and turned her head to the side.

  “Don’t toy with me Shane Dekkar. Fuck me. Just fuck me,” she breathed.

  Just remember, you asked for it.

  I gripped her waist firmly and shoved myself into her. As my cock bottomed out inside of her, she grunted and grabbed the pile of rope lying in the bed of the truck. Excited about pleasing her and teaching her a little lesson, I began to fuck her as if I were in some form of contest. As I pounded away, I released her right hip and reached under her waist with my hand. Using the heel of my palm, I pressed against her stomach a few inched below her belly button. As I thrust myself in and out I felt my cock against my palm.

  “Oh my god. What the…” she groaned.

  She turned her head to the side and faced me, “Fuck…”

  “You better bite on that rope, Kace. Either that or you’re going to wake the neighbors,” I growled.

  “What are you…”

  “Doing?’ she gasped.

  “I’m going to fuck you senseless,” I smiled.

  Without speaking, she turned around and lowered her head onto the pile of rope in front of her. I pushed my hand against her stomach with more force and began to pound away. As her ass slapped against my hips, she grunted and arched her back; pressing herself against me firmly. The downward angle of my stroke combined with the arch of her back caused the tip of my cock to pound against the inner wall of her vaginal canal.

  The ‘G” spot.

  I continued to shove myself into her, knowing she wouldn’t outlast me.

  “Shane…” she moaned as she turned to face me.

  I looked down and watched as my cock slammed in and out of her pussy. With her still peering over her left shoulder, I reached up with my left hand and grabbed a handful of her hair. As I gathered it with my fingers, she tossed her head back in anticipation.

  “Oh fuck yes,” she sighed as I pulled her hair sharply.

  With her hair in one hand, and my other continuing to press against her stomach, I pushed myself into her repeatedly, feeling the tip of my cock against the palm of my hand with each stroke. As I felt her pussy begin to contract, I maintained my pace. I wanted her to cum and cum hard. As she began to reach climax, she turned and buried her face into the pile of rope.

  “Oh…my…”

  “God…” she moaned.

  “You want me to fuck you, huh?” I asked.

  “Uh…huh…” she groaned.

  “You sure?” I teased as I slowly pulled my cock from her pussy completely.

  I looked down at the glistening shaft of my cock, holding the head just beyond the lips of her pussy.

  Silence.

  Her hair still firm in my hand, she turned her head slightly left and stared at me with crazed eyes.

  “Fuck me Shane,” she sighed.

  “You sure?” I asked again.

  “Uh…huh,’ she responded.

  “Sure?”

  She arched her back and pressed her swollen pussy against the tip of my cock, causing it to penetrate her slightly. As I felt her pussy encompass the head, I pushed myself into her until my hips were firm against her butt.

  She grunted into the pile of rope. I began to pound myself in and out of her soaking wet pussy without so much as an ounce of mercy. Within thirty seconds, she began to climax again. As she began to moan, I teased her.

  “Fuck you, huh?” I shouted.

  “Uh…”

  “Huh…” she breathed.

  I thrust myself in and out of her violently, looking down and watching every stroke of my cock. Her pussy continued to contract as she reached a few successive orgasms. She pulled her ass away from me and pressed her hips into the tailgate of the truck, almost causing my cock to fall from inside her pussy.

  “You done?” I chuckled as I released her hair.

  She turned to face me, shook her head, and tried to catch her breath. In between her short choppy breaths, she attempted to speak her mind.

  “No.”

  “No, I’m not even…”

  “Close.”

  She took a short moment and caught her breath completely. As her labored breathing came to be close to normal, she raised her head and smiled.

  Still bent over the truck with her ass in the air and her dress over her waist, she grinned, “I told you to fuck me, Shane. Stop dicking around, as you always say. I don’t want to be able to sit on this little pussy for a long time without remembering this. Not at least for a day or two. Now, get busy fucking me or pull those pants up and go to the gym.”

  As Kace watched, I stepped back and pulled my boots from my feet. After kicking off my jeans, I slid my boxer shorts down my thighs and kicked them into the back of the truck beside her. As I bent down to remove my socks, she objected.

  “Leave the socks on, boss,” she smiled.

  “Excuse me?” I asked, still bent over with the sock gripped i
n my fingers.

  “Fuck me in the socks. It’s hot,” she whispered.

  I stood and gripped her waist in my hands, lifting her from where she stood. Carefully, I turned her over on her back in the bed of the truck and lowered her head onto the pile of rope.

  “This is cold on my back,” she complained.

  “Fuck me Shane,” I taunted.

  “Seriously, on my back in this work truck?” she whined.

  I reached for a portion of the rope, “Fuck me Shane.”

  “Oh my god. Are you going to tie me up?” she asked excitedly.

  “I want my pussy sore for a week. Fuck me Shane. Fuck me or hit the gym,” I chuckled as I untangled the rope.

  I bent down, removed my knife from the pocket of my jeans, and cut two short lengths of rope as Kace eagerly watched. As I leaned into the truck she began to breathe heavily. I reached for her right wrist, wrapped the rope around it, and tied it to the tie-down hook on the side of the bed. After doing the same with her left hand, I stood back and admired my handiwork and my beautiful wife. My beautiful tied up wife. The more I looked at Kace tied up in the bed of the truck, the more excited I became. As I stood and stared, she began to twist back and forth and kick her legs lightly.

  “You like that?” I asked.

  “Look at my pussy,” she responded.

  “What?” I asked as I raised my knee to the edge of the tailgate.

  “My pussy, it’s soaked,” she sighed.

  As I pulled myself into the truck, I laughed, “It better be.”

  As I lifted her dress to above her waist, she wiggled and twisted her body from side to side. Using each hand, I grasped her lower calves and spread her legs to the side as I lowered my face between her thighs. As I slid my hands up the length of her smooth legs, she began to moan.

  “Shane…”

  “Shhh,” I whispered.

  As I began to suck on her clit lightly, she twisted and bucked her hips against my face. After a few moments of teasing, I started to lick her pussy with a mentally timed rhythm. Each stroke of my tongue like the last, I raised one finger and began to finger her as I continued to lick her. After a few more minutes, she moaned with pleasure and her breath became short.