S is for SEX

by Scott Hildreth

  As she pulled her head from my lap she gasped for breath.

  “Holy shit, Otis,” she said as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

  “Take off your shorts and turn around,” I said flatly.

  She glanced over each of her shoulders as she raised herself into a crouched position. After a few seconds of struggling to get them off, she sighed and stood. Now standing beside me, she mumbled a few unintelligible expletives and yanked against the waist of her shorts, pulling them and her panties down to her thighs. A few expletives and a little more struggling later, and she was naked from the waist down.

  I glanced around the theater.

  Everyone remained focused on the movie as the cowboy walked to the door with a bouquet of flowers.

  “Turn around and ride my cock, Sam,” I whispered.

  “No shit, Sherlock,” she said though her teeth, “I thought I’d just stand here.”

  She turned around, reached back and grabbed her ass with each hand, and as she attempted to spread her glistening pussy as wide as she could, lowered herself onto the tip of my cock. As I guided the tip into her pussy with one hand, I pressed my other into the small of her back. Although fucking in the hotel pool room was torturous, this time I slid with exceptional ease into her wet warm fold.

  “Jesus,” she said as my cock bottomed out.

  I reached forward with my right hand and covered her mouth. As I pulled the back of her head toward my chest, I sat up in my seat slightly, forcing her to arch her back. Now incapable of speaking, her back arched, and her hands still gripping her ass, she began to rock back and forth along the length of my swollen shaft.

  Her soaking wet but still ever-so-tight pussy worked magic along my stiff dick. Each time she raised her ass or lowered herself onto my lap, I felt as if the tip of my cock was going to explode. Swollen to an all-time high girth and as hard as a diamond, it seemed the skin was hypersensitive to the perfect rhythm of her reverse cowgirl ride. As she bit into my hand, her speed increased and she seemed to become a little more daring. With muffled groans bellowing into my hand, she bounced up and down on my cock as she continued to stretch her ass cheeks apart with her fingers.

  Watching her fuck me with such force was beyond any level of exciting I could recall from our past. Maybe I wanted it more. Quite possibly I wanted her more. Perhaps it was nothing more than being in love as a man instead of being in lust as a boy.

  The inside of theater wasn’t bright by any means, but the movie provided enough illumination for me to watch my cock disappearing into her pussy. As I glanced up and made note of the cowboy and a blonde girl having a lakeside picnic, Sam groaned into the palm of my hand. To spice things up a little, and to force Sam to exercise a little self-control, I moved my hand from her mouth and twisted her hair in my hand.

  I pulled her hair tightly, forcing her head to the side of mine. With her back now against my chest and her ear beside my lips, I turned my head to the side and pressed my mouth against her ear.

  “Slow down, little girl. You’re going to get us thrown out of here,” I whispered.

  She continued to bounce up and down on my cock like we were filming a porno movie and this was going to be the climactic ending. Her very audible breathing was animal-like and increasing in volume with each stroke.

  “Lose…”

  “Your sense…”

  “Of adventure…” she breathed

  I pressed my mouth firm against her ear and exhaled, “You little smart ass.”

  I pulled her hair back and raised my butt from the seat. In perfect timing against the predictable rhythm of the movement of her ass, I forced myself into her as deep as I was able. Almost standing in my seat, I pressed the front of her thighs into the back of the seat in front of us, grabbed my belt, and pushed the waist of my jeans to mid-thigh.

  Now fucking her as if to prove a point, she was grunting each time my cock bottomed out inside of her. As she released the cheeks of her ass and gripped the backs of the two seats directly in front of us in her hands, I pounded myself into her like I was in some kind of grudge fucking contest.

  “You smart mouthed little bitch,” I breathed.

  “You need to remember who’s fucking boss,” I said as I pulled upward on her hair.

  The sound of my hips slapping up against her bare ass echoed over the sound of the quiet conversation the couple was having on the screen. A person in front of us turned around and immediately turned back toward the screen after seeing what was going on. Within a few seconds, several people turned around. The thought of them seeing us, even for a split-second, fueled me to continue to fuck her without mercy.

  I felt my cock begin to swell and realized my breathing was not only labored, but quite loud. The theatre was filled with the sound of sex. My hips against Sam’s ass, her groaning from me pulling her hair, and her grunts with each in stroke were enough to make even the more focused moviegoers understand fully what we were doing in the rear of the theater. As I felt my scrotum begin to tingle, I realized I was on the verge of climax.

  I released Sam’s hair and gripped her neck in my hand. As I squeezed her neck with my fingertips and pulled her body backward against mine, her pussy began to contract around the shaft of my throbbing cock. In perfect timing, I exploded into her wet pussy as she groaned in pleasure into the not so vacant theater.

  I arched my back and bit my lip as I continued to enjoy what seemed to be a never ending orgasm.

  “Oh dear God…” she moaned as her knees buckled.

  I exhaled, opened my eyes, and gazed down into the theater. More than half of the people in the theater were focused on Sam and I.

  After a few seconds of standing motionless and regaining my senses, I released her neck, slid my hand up to her cheek, and turned her head to the side. A very long passionate kiss and a solid heartfelt hug later, and I collapsed into the seat, exhausted from the excitement of our sexual escapade.

  “Take off your boot and give me your sock,” Sam whispered over her shoulder.

  I turned to the side and scrunched my brow, “What?”

  “I’ve got about a quart of your cum trying to fall out of my pussy, Superman. I need something. Give me a sock to mop this up with,” she said.

  I reached down, pulled up my jeans, and unlaced my shoes. After removing them both, I handed her my socks. The thought of having on only one didn’t seem to appealing.

  She stared down into her hand and chuckled.

  “You wear no-shows?” she said with a laugh.

  “Huh?” I responded.

  “No-shows. Little bootie socks. You wear these?” she asked.

  “When I’m wearing shoes, yeah,” I nodded.

  “I fucking love you,” she said as she reached between her legs.

  “Love you too, Sam,” I grinned as I reached down and pulled on my shoes.

  After what seemed to be a matter of minutes, the movie ended. Fully understanding it had been much longer than the few minutes it seemed to be, I realized I had watched the remaining portion of the movie in a daze, daydreaming about my future with Sam. She, on the other hand, sat quietly and enjoyed the romantic movie. As the credits rolled across the screen, I held my hand in front of her chest, and cautioned her from immediately standing.

  “Let’s wait a minute,” I chuckled.

  “Right,” she grinned.

  After several minutes, the theater emptied, short of the long row of people still seated in the front. Realizing for some reason they had no intention of leaving the theatre, I stood from my seat, held Sam’s hand, and began to walk toward the steps. As we walked down the steps, a few of the people turned around. As the theater was well-lighted now that the movie was over, I could clearly see the group was a combination of college aged couples, without a doubt out of school for the summer. As we passed the group and turned toward the aisle leading to the exit, the sound of a person clapping caused me to pause and turn around.

  After a few claps, another jo
ined. Within a few seconds, the entire group stood, faced us, and continued clapping. Half embarrassed, and half proud, I stood and stared blankly at the group and smiled.

  Sam released my hand, situated one arm in front of her and the other behind, and performed a very well executed bow. After standing, she reached for my hand and glanced up at me.

  “Neither one of us have a tremendous amount of sense, you know that, right?’ she chuckled.

  “Well aware,” I said as I turned toward the door.

  And almost more than anything else, that was what I had always loved about Sam. Now, more than ever, I was able to be myself around her, which was something I hadn’t really done since she left. As we quietly walked toward the door hand-in-hand, I realized the person I was becoming was the person I had always been, but that I had no one to share being myself with.

  Sam caused me to act without inhibition or concern. Anxious to see just who it was that resided beneath my exterior shell, I released her hand, turned to face her, and pressed her against the wall.

  I kissed her passionately, as my hands fumbled along her body, exploring every inch of her as we continued to kiss. Eventually, I raised my hands and cleared her hair away from her face and our lips parted. As I stared into her beautiful brown eyes, incapable of speaking exactly what I was thinking, one of the couples of college kids walked past.

  “Get a room,” he laughed over his shoulder as he walked through the door.

  “We don’t fuck in rooms!” Sam shouted back.

  I shook my head and grinned, “Do you think there’s something wrong with us?”

  “No,” she snapped back, “It’s everyone else who’s losing out. Fucking prudes.”

  As we walked toward the door, Sam reaching into her purse, pulled out my wadded socks, and tossed them into the trash can.

  “I want to see Axton,” she said as we walked down the hallway.

  I nodded my head, “I was thinking the same thing. And there’s a few others I want you to meet. A few of the girls. Axton’s Ol’ Lady and Toad’s Ol’ Lady.”

  “Am I your Ol’ Lady, Otis? Is that what I am?” she grinned.

  “You God damned sure are,” I responded.

  As strange as it seemed to say, and as much as she may not understand the sincerity and seriousness of the label, Sam was none other than Otis’ Ol’ Lady.

  And now it was time I made her part of my family.

  SAM

  “The next time you try and squirm away from me, I’m going to slap that ass of yours so hard the entire park comes over here,” he said between his teeth in a harsh tone.

  He’d been fucking me from behind while I was bent over the park bench with my dress around my neck. My bra and panties were beside the bench in the grass, and the cold concrete against my bare boobs reminded me of when he used to fuck me in my mother’s back yard, adding to the sensuality of it all. Allowing Otis to fuck me however he wanted was a specialty of mine, but being quiet and holding still weren’t necessarily my forte.

  As the sound of his hips pounding against my ass rang throughout the entrance of the Shakespeare Garden, I bit into my lower lip so hard it began to bleed. I gripped the edges of the bench and lifted my chest from the bench, along my nipples to barely graze against the edge of the cold concrete.

  The consistent sound of not so distant voices kept my level of excitement elevated and provided an assurance my pussy wasn’t going to dry up anytime soon.

  My eyes naturally rolled back into my head as my overly sensitive nipples danced along the top of the concrete bench. The sensation was almost too much for me to bear. Although my pussy wasn’t ready for his thick cock a few weeks before, the excitement of him fucking me in the park combined with actually seeing people walk past as we did so caused my pussy to become a wet and very willing receptacle for his swollen rod.

  As his balls slapped against my clit for the thousandth time, I released my lip and groaned into the late evening air. One more thrust, and I made a feeble attempt to escape as his cock pounded deep into me, pressing my thighs into the end of the bench.

  “What the fuck did I tell you?” he growled.

  “Still,” I heaved.

  “Stay…”

  “Still…”

  He bent over, forcing his chest into my back and pressing me against the cool concrete slab. As he ground his face into the side of mine, he breathed into my ear.

  “And fucking quiet,” he whispered.

  The warm air that escaped from his lips caused me to shudder. As goosebumps rose along my left arm, he lifted his chest from my back and slapped my ass with the palm of his hand. As I felt his cock slide from my ever so wanting pussy, I gasped as I turned around.

  “Don’t stop, I’m sorry, I’ll be good,” I begged.

  I watched in utter horror as he pulled his jeans up and over his still stiff cock. As he buckled his belt and narrowed his eyes, I stood and sadly pulled down my dress. He pressed his hands into his hips glared at me for a few seconds and eventually crossed his arms and sighed loudly.

  “Don’t fucking move, Sam. Sit right there, out of fucking sight,” he demanded as he turned away.

  “But…” I began.

  He stopped and glanced over his shoulder.

  “Don’t. Fucking. Move.”

  In what was no more than a matter of seconds, but seemed to be an eternity, I sat nervously - hidden by the shrubbery - and waited as I heard a hint of his voice as he was talking to someone. Although he wasn’t within my range of vision, he didn’t sound like he was very far away. Another male voice I didn’t recognize appeared to be talking to him. After a few seconds, the voices became closer, clear, and more distinct. As Otis came around the corner of the entrance another much younger man followed. Shocked, I stood from my seat.

  “Sit the fuck down,” Otis demanded.

  “Dude…” the other man said as we made eye contact.

  Before he had a chance to continue, Otis interrupted him, “Just shut the fuck up for a minute, before I slap the shit out of you.”

  The man, who appeared to be a hipster in his early twenties, stood immediately behind Otis, attempting to peer over his shoulder. As Otis stepped to the side, the tall, thin, bearded youngster stood in apparent shock staring at me.

  “She’s my girlfriend, there’s nothing funny going on, other than we’re a couple of sexual weirdos. All you’re going to do is hold her down,” Otis explained.

  “Otis!” I hissed in a loud whisper.

  He crossed his arms and sighed harshly as he shook his head. “I’m not going to warn you again, Sam.”

  As I gazed beyond him and focused on the tall thin man, the thought of him holding me down while Otis fucked me caused me to writhe where I stood in anticipated pleasure. If anyone could pull it off, Otis could.

  “Dude, I’m not…” the thin hipster began.

  Otis turned to face him.

  “Name’s not Dude, it’s Otis. Do I look like a guy you want to argue with?” Otis asked as he flexed his biceps and flared his chest.

  The thin man shook his head, “Uhhm, no. No, you sure don’t.”

  “Look at it this way. It’ll give you something to tell your buddies about,” Otis paused and turned to face me.

  “Pull your dress up and bend over, Sam. Just like you were a minute ago,” Otis said as he reached for his belt.

  “But I had my dress up on my…” I began to explain.

  He released his belt and glared at me as if I were frustrating him to no end, “Just. Like. You. Were.”

  I turned around and pulled my dress to my shoulders, exposing my entire naked backside to the stranger. Instantly, my pussy began to tingle. The sensation was an entirely new one, and brought a level of pleasure to my mind that was incapable of compare. For the sole purpose of entertainment, I slid my hand between my legs and rubbed my two middle fingers along the length of my dripping wet pussy.

  Half bent over, I turned to the side, exposing my breasts to the strange
r. As he gawked in obvious pleasure, I shifted my eyes to his crotch and held my gaze. As the seconds quickly passed, his bulge became more apparent.

  “Look babe. My pussy’s a mess,” I said as I raised my soaked hand, hoping to excite the stranger even more.

  “Go over there and hold her shoulders down,” Otis demanded as he pointed to the far end of the bench from where he stood.

  Still standing a few feet behind Otis, the man began with his best effort to talk his way out of the awkward situation, “I uhhm, I really don’t think she needs me to do…”

  “Tell you what. What’s your name again?” Otis growled.

  “Alan,” the man answered.

  Peering over my shoulder, I was enjoying the show in its entirety. Now standing with a full-fledged hard-on, Alan was obviously uncomfortable. The entire situation to me was nothing short of insanity, but with Otis involved, nothing was out of the realm of possibilities. As my swollen pussy continued to send shock waves up and down my torso, I waited for Otis to respond.

  “Tell you what, Alan. You either go grab her by the shoulders and hold her down on that bench or I’m going to just knock your skinny little ass out right now. How’s that sound?” Otis said flatly.

  “Sounds like I’m going to hold her down,” he said as he pressed the heel of his palm against his crotch.

  As Alan walked in front of me, I straightened my stance slightly, showing him a full view of my perky boobs. As his eyes locked on my chest, I slowly reached for them, fully suspecting Otis to tell me to stop.

  Well, until you say something…

  I grasped my boobs in my hands and began to squeeze them and pinch my nipples as Alan stood and stared. As I heard the clanking sound of Otis’ belt buckle, I turned and glanced over my shoulder. His pants now around his thighs, it was pretty apparent he was as excited as I was. His stiff cock stood at attention, pointing up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle. As I watched it twitch, I released my right boob, stood more erect, and stuck my first two fingers into my pussy.

  “Turn around, you horny little bitch,” Otis demanded.

  I turned away from Otis, and while still standing half erect, pulled my fingers from my pussy and slid them into my mouth while Alan watched in absolute shock.