Page 166 of S is for SEX

Without releasing my cock from her grasp, she lowered herself to the floor and leaned forward. Wedged between the front of my seat and the seat in front of me, she glanced up and grinned.

“I’m so wet,” she said as she began to stroke my swollen shaft.

I grinned and glanced around the theater. In front of us, three rows down, were two people on one side, and two people on the far other side. In the lower portion of the theater, and entire row was filled with a group of fifteen or so people, and another couple sat to our immediate left, two rows down. All told, roughly twenty people were in attendance. As the movie began to play, I felt her mouth encompass my cock.

I glanced down and sighed at the sight of her head moving up and down in my lap. Although I’m sure not all women enjoy having a cock stuffed into their throat forcefully, Sam was no stranger to the tip of my dick pummeling her mouth like a woodpecker pounding away at a tree trunk. After a quick inventory of the theater again, I lowered my hands onto the back of her head and slowly raised my ass from the seat. As the cowboy on the screen pulled an old man from a burning car, I began to fuck Sam’s face like I was trying to put out a fire deep within her throat.

The sound of her sloppy slobbering and gagging was pretty evident where we were seated, but the sound effects and dialogue from the movie masked the sounds of our sexual adventure from everyone else’s ears – especially those seated in the in the front of the theater. I knew it would take no more than a minute of my cock in her mouth to drive her insane, and after holding her head tightly in my lap for a few eye-watering seconds, I released her head and leaned forward.

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.

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