Page 171 of S is for SEX

“God damn it,” Otis bellowed as he released one of his hands from my hips.

“Hold her down!” he shouted.

Alan’s hands pressed against my shoulders. I resisted considerably, and he pressed harder – forcing my breasts flat against the bench. As Otis continued to pound himself into me, I glanced up at Alan’s stiff cock and stared. I didn’t want Alan to play a part in what we doing from a sexual standpoint, but knowing he was just some stranger - and that he was not only watching Otis fuck me - but participating in it…

My tingling pussy stuffed full of Otis’ swollen dick, his hips slapping a rhythmic beat against my ass, the lingering aroma of the flowers, being fucked in public, and Alan’s hands against my shoulders were simply too much. My entire body began to tingle, from my ever-so-dripping pussy to my nipples and back, I trembled like I had been left naked in a snow drift.

My pussy began to clench around Otis’ cock. I bit into my lip, and after a few seconds, began to release an orgasm from the absolute depth of whatever hell the big one’s come from. I released my lip and moaned like a wolf howling at the moon.

“You noisy little bitch. Let her go, Alan,” Otis hollered.

“Turn around Sam,” Otis demanded.

Oh well, fuck it.

As Alan released my shoulders, I stood from the bench, pulled my dress from my shoulders, and tossed it into the grass beside the bench. As a few distant voices added to the excitement of it all, I waited for my instructions.

“Knees,” Otis said as he pointed at the ground in front of him.

I lowered myself to the ground and began to squeeze my tits in my hands.

“Grab her head and force her to suck my cock,” Otis bellowed.

Fuck yes. I love it.

“I uhhm, I…” Alan stammered.

“Grab her fucking head and shove my cock down her throat,” Otis growled as he stood in front of me stroking his shiny stiff cock.

As I felt Alan’s hands against the back of my head, I resisted, pushing with all my might against him. This, over and above all, excited me greatly. The thought of a stranger making me suck Otis cock was beyond sensual. A word to describe what I felt in anticipation of what was going to happen hadn’t even been invented yet.

As Alan’s hands pressed against the back of my head, I glanced upward toward Otis. He gazed down at me, grinned, and interlocked his fingers. I opened my mouth further as he raised his arms and positioned his hands behind his head, arching his back as he did so. Still wanting to resist, but with his twitching cock now forced into my face, I leaned forward slightly. I desperately wanted Otis’ cock in my mouth. As he pushed forward, forcing the tip past my lips, I eagerly accepted it into my wet mouth. To make the situation work out to both Otis’ and my advantage, I pushed myself, swallowing almost every inch of his length, held it for a few seconds, and pulled my head back quickly, falsely gasping for air as I did so.

As soon as my mouth released the tip of his cock, I glanced upward, knowing full well he’d take care of Alan.

“God damn you, Alan. Make her deep throat my cock. You fuck this up, and I’ll beat you senseless,” Otis barked.

Voices along the path became more and more distinct. As they became close enough to understand what they were saying, Alan’s hand grabbed my hair and began forcing me onto Otis cock like a jackhammer.

Truly gagging and coughing slobber from my mouth as Alan shoved my throat full of cock, my eyes began to water. As slobber dripped from my mouth and along the shaft of Otis’ dick, I reached up and cupped his soaked balls in my hand.

As I rubbed and played with his slippery balls, I closed my eyes and became lost in the smell, sounds of voices, and Alan’s incessant slamming of my head onto Otis’ cock. With his cock deep in my throat, I felt as if I was going to either puke or die from lack of oxygen. I released his balls and slapped my hands against his thighs, hoping for a little relief.

As I prepared to pass out, Otis pulled his cock from my mouth. I gasped for air and opened my eyes at the same time Otis barked out his final order.

“Hold her head still,” he grunted as he stroked his fat cock.

Within a matter of seconds, much to my complete satisfaction, Otis began to cum all over my face, tits, stomach, and mouth. As the warm cum droplets landed against my face, I reached for my pussy, moaning with pleasure. When he finally stopped ejaculating and stood still, I moaned a moan of newfound pleasure. With my fingers knuckle deep in my pussy, I extended my tongue and licked what cum from my face I was able to reach.

“Thanks for your help,” Otis chuckled.

“Sorry about the threats. It just kind of added to the excitement,” Otis explained as he pulled his pants up.

I stood and took the few steps to my dress. After picking it up from the grass, I turned the inside of it outward and wiped the cum from my face. As Alan quietly walked away shaking his head, I got dressed and turned toward Otis.

“Enjoy yourself?” he asked, smiling from ear to ear.

“Best fucking date ever,” I grinned.

He nodded his head as he buckled his belt, “Feel the same way.”

And, as fucked up as most people would see it, and as few would believe it if ever told the story, the sexual adventures of our night were absolutely perfect.

And I couldn’t wait to see what Otis dreamed up for our next date.

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