S is for SEX

by Scott Hildreth

  “And this isn’t a joke?” I asked, confused.

  “No, Kelli, this isn’t a joke,” he whispered into my left ear.

  I held the shower head and thought about what he had said. For every one of them. You ask, I either give you permission, or I tell you to wait. You comply, it’s simple. Never in my wildest dreams had I thought he would ever think of some crazy shit like this. Tie me up, blindfold me, beat me, spank me, slap me, pinch me, poke me, hell…even burn me. But no orgasms?

  What the fuck?

  I felt his thumb slide inside my pussy. The web of his hand pressed against my clit with each stroke. He began to pull my hair tighter and tighter. As he pulled my head backward, he whispered into my left ear.

  “Fuck my hand, baby girl. Fuck it. Fuck it hard. Push your little pussy against my thumb. Grind it,” he rasped into my ear.

  I bent my knees and pushed against his hand as he pressed his thumb deeper inside of me. As I held the shower head, the hot water sprayed onto my face and chest. My hair still in his hand, he pulled firmly as I arched my back to relieve the pain. The more I gave, the harder he pulled.

  With his chest pressed tight against my back, he began to bite my shoulder as he continued to pull my hair. His thumb worked in and out of me, the web of his hand pressing against my clit with each stroke. His mouth worked across my shoulder, up my neck, and to my ear, dragging his teeth along my skin. As his mouth met my ear, he began to whisper.

  “Baby girl. Focus. Focus for me. Keep your eyes closed and focus,” his face pressed against the side of my head, his lips touched my ear.

  He slid his thumb in and out of my pussy at a more rapid pace. His hand pressed my clit with more force. I kept my eyes closed and relaxed. The water pelting my face, and his hand working in and out became hypnotic. I relaxed my legs, and my pussy began to contract. Oh lord. This is going to be huge.

  “Baby girl, don’t you dare cum without permission,” he growled into my ear.

  Oh fuck. Jesus. Permission.

  His thumb sliding in and out of my pussy, his palm smacking my clit, and the shower itself was all I could take.

  “Can I cum?” I muttered.

  “No,” he responded quietly in my ear.

  He pulled my hair, my back arched more, and he kissed my neck. I felt his hips press against my butt, and his hand slid away from my pussy. As his cock began to penetrate me, I stood on my toes and moaned.

  It’s been too long, go…in…slow.

  Pressing me toward the front of the shower, he began to grind against me. With his massive chest against my back, the hot water sprayed against my face. His hard cock, the fight, and my mixed-up mind proved to be way too much for me. With my eyes closed, I did as he wished. I lost track of time and what was happening. I tensed my muscles and focused on a feeling instead of the feeling. As he continued to fuck me forcefully, I concentrated on my hands squeezing the shower head.

  Don’t cum Kelli.

  One hand slid to my neck and began to squeeze as he forced himself into me harder and harder. His hands tightened around my neck. This was a trigger for me. I needed a release.

  “Oh God. Now?” I begged.

  “No,” he responded as he began to work himself in and out of my wet pussy.

  “Oh God, Erik. Please?” I tensed every muscle to keep from reaching climax.

  “No,” he whispered as he let go of my hair. He slid his hands down and cupped my breasts in each hand.

  No, grab my neck again. Squeeze it.

  As he pinched my nipples and squeezed my breasts, he continued to force his cock in and out of me. His hips smacking against my butt pressed me toward the shower wall. I curled my toes and tightened my leg muscles. The feeling of reaching climax began to mount. The hot water hitting my face, the temperature in the shower, and being filled with his cock was more than I could continue to take.

  “Who owns you?” he whispered forcefully into my ear.

  “You, sir,” I responded.

  “Please, Erik. Please?” I begged.

  “Not yet, baby girl,” he growled into my left ear.

  His hands slid from my breasts to my neck. He positioned one above the other and began to squeeze my neck in his hands as he forced his cock in and out of my pussy. I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to cum. I started to ask again when he bellowed into my ear.

  “Cum, baby girl. Cum,” he demanded as he squeezed my neck in his hands.

  I relaxed my legs and immediately began to cum. The release almost made me collapse. I continued to contract over and over, the deep inner orgasm buckling my knees. I had never felt anything like this before, and as my legs shook I screamed.

  “Oh my fucking God, Erik. Oh God. Stop, please stop,” I pleaded

  He continued to squeeze my neck and fuck me harder. The sound of his hips slapping my butt echoed in the shower. As he pressed himself against me harder, he held his cock deep inside of me. His cock began to swell, and as my legs quivered I felt him explode inside of me.

  “Oh….my….fuck. Erik. Oh. My. God. Oh…”

  From deep inside, my body released and shook. Every ounce of me quivered. The intensity of the orgasm was more than I could take. My legs collapsed, and I began to fall.

  Quickly, his hands moved from my neck to under my breasts, and pulled me to standing. As I stood and shook, he turned me to face him. His hands against my shoulders, he pushed me against the wall of the shower and held me there.

  “Baby girl, you never cease to amaze me,” he laughed as his lips met mine.

  His hands slid from my shoulders to behind my neck. He lightly kissed my lips again, and pulled my head to his shoulder. As he held my head against his shoulder, his hands slid to my waist.

  “You okay, baby?” he asked quietly as he leaned back and looked into my eyes.

  “I’m okay. I thought I was going to faint,” I responded, my legs still feeling like a new born giraffe.

  “How was that orgasm?” he asked, laughing.

  “Give me an hour or so, and I may be able to tell you. It’s tough standing right now,” I giggled.

  He reached down, turned off the water, and slid his forearm behind my knees, and picked me up.

  “Erik, be careful,” I pleaded as I reached around his neck.

  “Hold still, you’re kind of slippery,” he laughed as he carried me out of the shower.

  As I stood and tried to recover from the most earth shattering orgasm of my life, Erik dried me off with a towel. As he pressed the towel into my hair it was more apparent than ever.

  Erik Ead knew what was best for me, sexually.

  KELLI. “As soon as this light turns green, I’m going to mash this gas pedal and drive as fast as I can up that ramp,” Erik said as he pointed toward the highway.

  I checked my seat belt to make sure it was buckled.

  This was going to be exciting.

  Erik’s car was a BMW M3. Having been around BMW’s my entire life, and working at the dealership, I knew about BMW’s M series of cars. Erik’s car was basically a race car driven on the street. His car could be driven from a garage at home to the track and race against just about anything and win, as long as the driver knew how to drive.

  “And, I am going to keep driving as fast as I can down the highway, and no matter what speed limit I reach,” he paused.

  I turned and looked at him, my heart racing.

  “I won’t slow down,” he said.

  He gripped the wheel with both hands.

  “There’s two…well, let’s say three things that’ll get me to slow down. We’ll either wreck, get arrested – because I will not stop if the police try to pull me over, or you’re going to make me cum,” he turned and faced me.

  “You. What? I’m confused,” I said, trying to remember what he said exactly.

  The light turned green.

  He gripped the wheel and took off. He hit the paddle shifter. Second gear. He hit it again. Third gear. I leaned over and looked at the speedometer. W
e weren’t even off the on ramp and he was going 105 miles an hour.

  “This could get really ugly really quick, baby girl,” he said in a firm tone as he shifted gears again.

  “I must have missed something,” I half screamed over the sound of the car accelerating.

  He shifted again.

  He swerved left.

  He swerved back to the right.

  The force of him changing lanes forced me to the center of the car. I glanced up at the speedometer. 135 miles an hour.

  “Oh my God, Erik, we’ll go to jail,” I screamed.

  “Well, I’d get busy if I were you,” he said as he changed lanes to get around a truck.

  “Get busy?” I screamed, scared.

  “I told you. We either get arrested, wreck, or you make me cum. After one of those three things happen, this is over,” he stared straight ahead.

  I thought about what he said. He was not joking. This. Was. Insane. I leaned to the left, and was caught by the seatbelt.

  Reluctantly, I reached down and unbuckled the belt. I leaned over to his seat, being careful to stay clear of the steering wheel. I turned my head to the right, 145 miles per hour.

  We are going to die.

  I unzipped his pants, dug around in his pants with my finger, and pulled his limp cock out.

  I immediately started sucking as hard and as fast as I could. His cock grew in my mouth. Up and down the shaft, I moved my mouth, slurping and slobbering more than normal. I heard him downshift and the sound of a horn.

  Oh my God. This is insane. He’s insane.

  I closed my eyes.

  His cock, now rigid, was working into my throat. I moved my mouth up and down the shaft, and rotated my head side-to-side. Licking and slurping, I pressed the shaft with my tongue.

  Nothing.

  I spit in my hand and started jacking it as fast as I could, sucking the head, and licking the rim.

  Nothing.

  Back to sucking, slurping, and slobbering, I worked the entire length in and out of my throat. I moaned and growled as I sucked.

  Nothing.

  He down shifted two gears.

  “Fucking traffic,” he screamed.

  I sat up and looked ahead. Traffic had not stopped, but there was a large bunch of cars at the merge of two highways. He had slowed to 50 miles an hour.

  I leaned back into my seat and kicked of my shoes. Hurriedly, I pulled my shirt and tossed it in the rear seat. I yanked my sports bra over my head and tossed it. I unzipped my pants and pulled them down to my ankles, and kicked them to the floor.

  He accelerated. The exhaust roared. He stared straight ahead, both hands on the wheel.

  I leaned into his seat with my left arm in his lap, and my knees on my seat. I raised my butt into the air, and reached between my legs with my right hand and started fingering my pussy with two fingers. In about five seconds, I was there.

  “Oh my fucking God, Erik…”

  “I’m going to…”

  “Cum.”

  Holy fucking fuck. This is way exciting.

  I fingered myself furiously.

  “I’m going to again!” I screamed.

  “Oh my fucking…”

  I pressed my palm against my clit. I opened my eyes, and looked down. His cock twitched.

  He shifted gears.

  The sound of the exhaust roared as he accelerated. He changes lanes, shifting me in the seats. Quickly, he changed lanes again. I swayed. And again. This felt like a roller coaster.

  I buried my face on his cock and started sucking furiously. My mouth working up and down the shaft completely, I sucked as I fingered my pussy. A huge orgasm mounted. I felt like I was swelling inside. With two fingers, I fingered my pussy as deep as I could, my hand soaked.

  He changed lanes. My body swayed toward the door. He changed back. I shifted toward my door.

  He shifted gears again.

  I buried his cock deep in my throat. I opened my eyes. I closed them. Oh. My. God. I’m going to cum…As I came, I growled on his cock, shaking my head side to side.

  His hips rose up from the seat.

  And he exploded into my throat.

  I continued to suck as fast as I could.

  “Hey. Stop. Stop. God damn, you stop,” he screamed.

  I looked up and opened my eyes, still sucking as fast as I could.

  He downshifted.

  I sucked.

  “God damn you, Kelli.”

  I sucked.

  He downshifted.

  He downshifted.

  I rose up off of his cock.

  “Jesus, what the fuck. You still speaking English? And what happened to asking for permission to cum?” he asked.

  I looked up at him, confused, and moved back to my seat.

  “No time,” I responded, “lives were at stake.”

  He slowed down to the speed limit and set the speed control. I sat in my seat, naked, and buckled the seat belt.

  I turned and stared at him. After a while, he turned and looked back at me. When he did, I kicked my feet onto the dash. I looked ahead. Minimal Kansas highway traffic. We were out of town now, in the country. I spread my legs as wide as I could, and started fingering myself.

  I closed my eyes.

  My legs spread wide, I slid my fingers in and out of my wet pussy as fast as I could. I pressed my palm against my clit, and held it there, pressing hard.

  “Oh my fucking God, Erik, I’m going to…”

  “Cum…”

  I fingered as fast as I could.

  “Fuck yes.” I screamed.

  “Fuck Yes.”

  “Fuck.”

  “Yeeeeesssssss!” I screamed, and started again as fast as I could move my hand.

  He down shifted.

  “Fuck…Oh…my…”

  He downshifted twice.

  “God.”

  He downshifted.

  I’m…going…to…”

  He downshifted. I felt the car turn left, and the unmistakable rumble of a rural Kansas gravel road.

  “Cum.” I sighed.

  I felt the car roll to a stop. I opened my eyes as he unbuckled his belt.

  And then he turned off the key.

  ERIK. Life has proven to me that the most amazing things happen at the times you least expect them. God’s greatest offerings can often, by the best of us, be overlooked. I have always believed that God provides us with opportunities, and it is our responsibility to recognize them as such. We then need to choose to either take advantage of them or continue along the path we were on when they were presented to us. Not all of life’s offerings are good ones. Knowing how to identify and separate these things is what allows us to potentially live a richer life.

  Living life is simply making a series of decisions. Making good ones allows a blessed life to be lived. Making bad ones leaves us wading through the muck and mire, wanting and wishing for more.

  “Holy shit,” I stopped and stared in disbelief. Not much over five feet tall, she stood there, as beautiful as ever, her once blonde hair now somewhat grey.

  “Kelli, I want you to meet someone,” I let go of Kelli and opened my arms.

  “Aftiel, you crazy witch. What in the devil are you doing here?” I hugged her tightly.

  “Kelli, this is Aftiel. She’s the only witch I know,” I said as I released her from my grasp.

  “How’s the coven?” I asked as Kelli reached out and shook her hand.

  “Pleasure’s mine, love. Kelli, is it? With an “I” I’m sure,” Aftiel said as she studied Kelli.

  “Be careful, Kelli, Aftiel knows things about people,” I laughed as I patted her on the shoulder.

  “The coven is good. We’re growing older each day,” she said as she looked up and down my frame.

  “You make me nervous when you look at me like that, what are you doing?” I asked.

  “Just wondering how you are. I shipped you the talisman, and it was returned,” she complained, raising her eyebrows as she spoke
.

  “Now, you’ve known me for years. I get my mail about once every four months. I hate mail. It was shipped back because the mailbox got full, I’m sure. Or if I had to sign for it, well…anyway. My apologies,” holding my hands out, palms up, I apologized.

  She reached into her purse, and pulled out a small envelope about the size of a pack of cigarettes, and a third as thick. She shook it in front of me as she spoke.

  “This has been blessed. The talisman, the cord…Erik, this is important. Holding the talisman in your left hand, burn the paper that it is wrapped with in a bowl and then toss the ashes into the air. Secure the talisman with the cord, and wear it, hang it in your house, or use it as a charm. Do not, and I mean do not let anyone but you touch it. It’s been blessed specifically for you,” she said as she handed me the package.

  “Are there instructions in here? And no one touches it before or after the ritual?” I asked as I took the package from her grasp.

  “You should be the only one. Whoever else may touch it can allow whatever they possess that is bad to be absorbed into the talisman…and you. Don’t let anyone else touch it. Not unless you know that they’re pure. Erik, just keep people away from it - don’t make this difficult,” she said as I placed the package into my front pocket.

  “Well, everyone has gone in. Come in, join us,” I said as I wrapped my left arm around Kelli’s shoulder.

  “No, I have to go. I have a million things to do,” she wiped her eyes as she spoke.

  “Kelli, it was a pleasure. Take care of him for me.”

  She stood on her tiptoes and leaned toward me. As I reached over her shoulders to embrace her, I bent down. She kissed me on the cheek and stepped back.

  “I must leave. Be well, Erik. Kelli, remember what I said,” she nodded at Kelli, kissed her palm, and blew us a kiss as she turned and walked away.

  As I watched her slowly walk away I shook my head in disbelief. Aftiel made a trip all this way to give me a talisman – a medallion that had been blessed. It was to bring me luck and protect me from what was evil. This is the one place and time that she knew she could find me. She was certainly a determined woman. As she walked around the corner of the building, I took a step toward the entrance.