S is for SEX

by Scott Hildreth

I slowly and steadily pulled out of her, staring down between her ass cheeks the entire time. As my glistening shaft came into view, I grinned. As soon as the rim was exposed, free of her wet lips, I shoved it into her until she was smashed between my hips and the perimeter wall.

  “Two!” I said. “Don’t fall over the edge.”

  “You...fucker,” she huffed as she attempted to straighten her stance.

  I quickly pulled my hips back and shoved forward with more force than the last time.

  “Three!” I shouted.

  She slapped her hands against the top of the concrete wall. “I don’t like this game.”

  “Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten,” I yelled as I pounded myself in and out of her tight pussy without reservation.

  “Holy…”

  “Fuck…I almost…came,” she gasped.

  “This is hot as fuck,” she said over her shoulder. “I like getting fucked while I watch the cars down there.”

  “Wave at them,” I said as I pulled my hips back.

  I stared down at my throbbing dick. After minimal consideration, I released her waist, and grabbed her ass cheeks in my hands. After spreading them as wide as possible, I slowly slid my cock into her wet pussy. As the tip of my cock bottomed out inside of her, I held it in position, pressing it against the fleshy obstruction.

  “Oh God. That…”

  “Feels…”

  “Good…” she whispered into the night air.

  “Ready?” I asked.

  She glanced over her shoulder, her bottom lip held by her upper teeth. She nodded her head and glanced down.

  “Okay, that was eleven,” I said.

  As I held her ass cheeks spread wide, I began to pound away.

  “Twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen…” I heaved as I thrust my hips back and forth.

  “Count with me,” I barked.

  “Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty,” we said in unison as I pounded myself into her dripping slit.

  “You ready to stop?” I asked, half out of breath.

  “Unt-uh,” she muttered.

  As I prepared to begin my punishment, the sound of voices behind me caught my attention. I glanced over my shoulder and much to my surprise, saw four people walking across the roof.

  “Oh my God, he’s got her at the edge,” one whispered.

  Rain peered over her shoulder and sighed. “Fuck. People.”

  “Fuck ‘em. I’m not done, so they can watch if they want…” I said as I slowly slid my dick balls-deep into her wet pussy.

  “Oh God, that felt…incredible,” she whispered.

  “You gotta be quiet,” I whispered back.

  “Okay,” she breathed as she looked over the edge.

  I began to pound myself into her pussy without an ounce of reservation. After releasing her ass with one hand, I grabbed her hair and pulled it tight, causing her to arch her back. Now with her head up and facing the sky, the sound of my hips against her ass, by belt jingling, and her constant moaning did little to confuse the onlookers of just what it was we were doing. After a few more strokes, my jeans fell from my thighs to the tops of my boots.

  Now bare-assed and out in the night breeze, I continued to bang my hips into her ass and my cock into her swollen, wet, wanting hole.

  “As soon as you cum, we’ll stop,” I growled as I continued to pound away.

  “You first,” she grunted in return.

  As I watched her bite her forearm and groan, I pulled her hair tighter. With my free hand, I reached for her left breast, and squeezed it in my hand. As I kneaded the flesh of her boob in my hand, and pulled her hair, I glanced down and watched my swollen dick punish her little wet pussy. After a few more strokes, I felt myself begin to reach climax. The voices behind me, although muffled, became more prominent.

  I released her hair and slapped her ass with my right hand.

  Smack!

  The sound rang like a bell in the cool night air.

  As I raised my hand in the air and began to slap her again, her pussy began to clench the shaft of my cock. She was on the verge of exploding.

  One more stroke and she began to groan into her arm as she continued to bite it. Instead of biting mine, I arched my back and howled out into the air as I filled her pussy with every drop of cum I could manage to provide.

  As I held my hips against her ass and attempted to recover from the earth shattering orgasm, she pulled her mouth from her arm. She turned to face me and grinned.

  “Holy shit, are they still there?” she whispered.

  I nodded my head.

  She straightened her stance, pulling my cock free of her cum filled pussy. In one fluid motion, she turned, dropped to her knees, and took my cock in her hand.

  “Good, they can watch me clean up my mess,” she said as she took the length of my shaft into her mouth.

  As she sucked and slurped the cum from my cock, I glanced over my shoulder. The three men and one lady stood and stared, their agape mouths illuminated from the glow of the street lights. Rain sucked the length one last time and smacked her lips as she released my cock from her mouth.

  “Panties?” she asked.

  I reached in my back pocket and handed her the panties. As she reached under her dress, and wiped her pussy clean with the panties, I pulled my pants up and buckled my belt. After a quick glance her direction, she nodded her head.

  “Ready?” she asked.

  “Sure,” I responded as I adjusted my cock in my pants.

  “Walk past them,” she said.

  As we walked their direction arm in arm, they all began to giggle softly and glance aimlessly around the roof. When we were within a few feet of them, Rain tugged me to the side, closer to where they stood. As she stepped even with where they were standing, she stopped and dropped her panties at their feet.

  “Souvenir,” she said over her shoulder as we walked away.

  “Don’t worry,” she whispered. “I have plenty more.”

  “Rain?” I said as we stopped at the top of the landing to the ladder.

  “Yeah, Boss?” she said.

  I shook my head, knowing although I had little to say, I needed to say it nonetheless.

  “I love you,” I responded.

  “There goes another,” she screeched as she pointed into the sky.

  I stood and stared at her admiringly; knowing Rain was truly one of a kind.

  “I missed it,” I said.

  “Hey boss?” she said as she stepped onto the top of the ladder.

  “Yeah,” I said as I reached for her hand.

  “I love you too,” she whispered as she glanced down over the edge of the building.

  “There goes another…”

  I glanced down the ladder. She was twenty feet below me, holding onto the ladder with one hand, pointing into the sky with the other.

  “I missed it,” I said.

  And for her, life was just that simple; shooting stars, sex, and her undeniable love for me. I smiled to myself, fully realizing I had every intention of spending the rest of my life trying to figure out just who Rain Bauer truly was. One of the most interesting people ever to exist, she was the love of a lifetime.

  My lifetime.

  KARTER

  Buy Karter Here

  KARTER

  As the elevator doors began to close, I heard his boots on the floor of the hallway. With twelve inches of space left between the closing doors, I watched Jak come around the corner. I continued to press the close button with my thumb as I waved with my free hand and smiled. Relieved to have won the race, I sighed as the elevator began to rise. He was able to run much faster in his boots than I ever would have imagined. Luckily, I caught a break in cross traffic and ran between two oncoming cars. Jak had to wait for another pause in traffic before he was able to cross the street. The sixty second head start wasn’t enough to overcome his strength, stamina, and determination to catch me. The closer we got to my five story building, the less distance
separated us. At least now I would be able to lock him out of my apartment until he cooled off.

  Then he could grudge fuck me.

  I stood in the elevator and waited for it to reach the fifth floor. I was out of breath and obviously a little more out of shape than I had thought. As the elevator dinged and the doors opened, I sighed and attempted to catch my breath. The old elevator would have to go back to the first floor and pick up Jak, so I should have plenty of time. As I walked the length of the hallway to my loft, I smiled at the thought of Jak fucking me. Everything about him excited me, but when we made love it was almost unexplainable.

  I reached into my pocket and fought to find my keys as I turned the corner toward my doorway. As I looked up, Jak was leaning on the door, smiling.

  He raised one eyebrow. “Old ass? Heart attack?”

  I’m fucked.

  He wasn’t even short of breath. I blinked my eyes and stared. What the fuck? There was only one elevator. Navy SEAL or not, impossible was impossible, and this was impossible. I pulled the keys from the pocket of my shorts and reached for the lock. Jak continued to glare at me with the stink eye.

  “How…”

  Jak nodded his head toward the stairs. “Stairs.”

  “You ran up five flights of stairs? Before I…” I shook my head in disbelief and didn’t even finish my sentence.

  He nodded his head.

  “Are you going to teach me a…”

  “Lesson?” he asked before I finished speaking.

  I lowered my head in disgrace. Something about playing a trick on Jak didn’t seem quite so funny now. I pushed the key into the lock and opened the door. As the door opened, Jak motioned inside and grinned.

  Well, at least he’s not mad.

  “Get your little ass in there,” he demanded as he waved his arm in the opening.

  Maybe he is mad. I wonder what he’s going to…

  He pointed to the corner and spoke in a stern tone. “Get over by the canvas you’re working on and strip down to nothing. Stand on the right side of the easel naked and don’t move.”

  This is the punishment? I’ll call you old and feeble every day.

  Eagerly, I pranced to the easel and pulled off my shoes and socks. After removing my shorts and panties, I realized Jak hadn’t removed anything. Wondering just what he had planned, I removed my shirt and fumbled to remove my bra.

  “What are you going to...”

  “Naked, Karter. Get the bra off,” he demanded as he stood in front of me with his hands on his hips.

  I did my best to salute him. “Yes, Sir.”

  He rolled his eyes and pointed to my chest. “Bra. Take it off.”

  As I tossed my bra to the floor, he walked between the easel and where I stood. He turned to face the canvas I had been working on, and admired it for a moment. “Do you have the canvas you were going to start painting on for me? The one you mentioned before you called me old?”

  “It’s against the wall, behind you,” I responded softly.

  Fully dressed, Jak walked to the wall and pulled the blank from the floor. Standing naked, I felt awkward with Jak fully clothed. I wondered what he was going to do to me. I tried to imagine what might be next, but based on my lack of experience of being in trouble with Jak, I drew a complete blank. I didn’t want to think for one minute about causing Jak to feel old or incapable, because he was far from either. To think of him being disappointed in me caused me to feel uneasy. I wanted to make Jak happy and keep him that way. As he walked toward the easel with the canvas, he turned to me and smiled.

  “Stamina, Karter. I have it. Additionally, I’m head strong. I, however, have my doubts about you. Here’s what we’re going to do. You’re going to start painting - naked. More specifically, you’re going to start painting the picture you spoke of earlier. At no point in time are you going to stop painting and study me or stare at me, do you understand?” he asked in a very matter-of-fact tone.

  Somewhat confused, I nodded my head. “Yes, Sir. What are you going to do?”

  “Well, now that you’ve asked, I suppose I’ll tell you. I’m going to stand here and stroke my cock. And I’m not going to stop until I cum. You’re not allowed to speak or stare, only take an occasional glance,” he responded without so much as cracking a smile.

  This is punishment?

  He removed my painting from the easel and replaced it with the new canvas. He knelt down and untied his boots. After removing the boots and socks, he unbuckled his jeans and tossed them aside. After pulling his tee shirt over his head, he stood and began rubbing his cock through his boxer shorts. Almost instantly, his rigid cock stretched his boxers beyond their design limit. As he leaned down and removed my palette from the floor and gathered some tubes of paint, I felt myself getting wet.

  I swallowed heavily.

  There had to be more to it than this. I pressed my knees together and winced as I realized the extent of my wetness. I had questions I felt I needed to ask before we got started.

  With his broad back facing me and standing in his boxer shorts, he squeezed various colors of paint onto the palette. His bicep muscles flexed as he twisted the lids on the tubes and tossed them onto the drop cloth on the floor beside the easel. It was sheer torture watching him stand half-naked as he prepared for the sexual escapades he had described.

  “Can I touch myself?” I asked.

  “Absolutely not. At least I better not catch you doing it,” he snapped.

  Oh God. This is going to be so hot.

  “What are we going to do after I’m either done painting or you’re done jacking off?” I squeaked.

  “Well, you know how most guys reach climax.” He paused and looked over his shoulder as he squeezed a tube of paint onto the palette. “and they aren’t able to continue?”

  I nodded my head and attempted to swallow. I opened my mouth and released an almost audible yes. Although I knew what I was trying to say, I was quite certain Jak heard nothing.

  “Well, after I come I’m going to prove a point. I’m going to fuck you until one of us either cums, gives up, or collapses. My guess is I’ll do none of the above,” he said.

  Holy.

  Fuck.

  He picked up my laptop, opened it, and carried it to where I stood. “Unlock this, please.”

  With shaking hands, I logged onto my computer as he stood beside me in his boxer shorts. I was so aroused I could barely think. After steadying the laptop, he grabbed my hair in his free hand and pulled it into a tight ponytail. As he balanced it in front of me, I saw my sexually frustrated face on the screen. He had obviously activated my web cam. As I stared into the lens and attempted not to focus on Jak standing beside me, he pulled my hair taught and breathed into my ear.

  “Smile, Karter. When you like what you see, take a pic. It’s what you’re going to be painting in a moment. And every time I look at the painting, I’m going to think of stroking my big cock and cumming all over you while you were painting it.” His warm breath and the thought of him cumming on me caused my knees to buckle.

  Oh my fuck.

  Shit.

  Iamawetfuckingmess.

  I turned my head to the right and exposed the left side of my face to the camera. With Jak still pulling my hair tight, I opened my eyes wide and lowered my chin. I moved the cursor and tapped my shaking index finger on the right click button. Instantly, a likeness of my face appeared on the screen. Jak released my hair and admired the photo over my shoulder.

  “You’re gorgeous, Karter,” he growled into my ear.

  I swallowed the lump in my throat and attempted to straighten my shaking knees. I felt my pussy dripping down my inner thighs. There was no way I’d last a minute with Jak. Not now. I was ready to cum and we hadn’t even started yet. As I stood and allowed my mind to float away to thoughts of Jak punishing me sexually, he took the computer from my hands and lowered it to the floor in front of me. Still bent at the knees, he removed his boxers and tilted the screen of the computer back
as far as he could. As he clutched his cock in his right hand, he pointed to the palette with his left.

  “Get busy painting. Remember, don’t focus on me, keep painting until I cum, and stay quiet,” he demanded as he began to stroke his cock.

  I bent over and picked up a brush and the palette. I desperately wanted Jak to fuck me. Now sitting cross legged on the floor beside the computer, Jak began to work his clenched fist up and down the shaft of his massive cock. I glanced at the screen of the computer, studied the photo of my face, and watched as Jak slowly stroked himself. After becoming slightly more uncomfortably aroused, I began to paint.

  As I painted my depiction of the photo on the screen, Jak began to tease me. He stood from the floor, walked to my side, and continued working his hand against his cock. It took every bit of reservation I could gather to focus on the screen and not glance at Jak as he masturbated. Eventually, he sat on the floor beside the laptop and sighed heavily.

  “You know Karter, I could stroke this big cock of mine all day. I’ve got seventeen years of practice. But there’s something about looking at you that makes me horny as absolute fuck.” He leaned forward and positioned his face a matter of inches from my thighs.

  I’d had never heard Jak say fuck that I could recall. Seeing him like this was a huge turn on. I lifted my left foot and spread my feet shoulder width apart in hopes of something. Jak’s face now inches from my crotch, he looked upward. “It could be the fact your pussy is dripping down your leg. Are you horny, Karter? Do you want me to fuck you?”

  Christ on a cracker, Jak. Fuck me already.

  I nodded my head and considered responding, but knew Jak would be upset if I did. I opted to simply nod my head. He raised his chin slightly and licked the length of my pussy as he continued to stroke himself. My knees weakened and I struggled to remain standing. As his tongue touched me again, it stopped along my clit. Softly, he began to suck my swollen nub. I closed my eyes and mentally begged for him to fuck me. As my body began to tingle, I opened my eyes. Squatted at my feet with his eyes closed, Jak worked feverously on his cock as his tongue tortured my pussy.

  Please Jak, I’m dying.