0 comments/ 35822 views/ 2 favorites The Movies By: Kre8tors "God, how I hate going to the movies alone." I thought as I handed the girl behind the window a twenty dollar bill, and took the ticket and change. It had been 3 weeks since Melissa and I had broken up, and I just couldn't make myself feel comfortable with another woman. I had tried dating the girl from customer service Carla, but she was shallow, and I didn't have much fun, besides all I could think about was Melissa. Then I thought, "it probably wasn't much fun for Carla either." Anyway, here I was, Friday, alone, going to see Autumn Sonata, at the Athenaeum. I didn't dare be seen at the cineplex, going to a movie alone. The Athenaeum was a safe bet, very few people came here, and those who did weren't treating it as some social function. The odds of running into anyone I knew here were quite low. The other nice thing about the Athenaeum was that they only played art type films, none of the glossy Hollywood stuff that filled the multiplex theaters. Besides there were always plenty of empty seats, and with the lights down, I probably wouldn't be seen by anybody at all. I stopped at the snack bar, got a Coke and a Snickers candy bar, and headed into the theater to find my seat. The movie would start in about 5 minutes, but the place was almost empty. There were a few people scattered around, but no more than ten or twelve, and as I moved down to about the tenth row center screen I wondered how they can even open the doors with this small of a crowd, and then I remembered that the Athenaeum operated on grants from patrons and from the federal government. I took a sip of my Coke, and setting it on the floor next to me, I settled back to enjoy the movie that was just starting. The lights went down, and the screen flickered with images of Liv Ulhman in a monologue in Swedish, about her husband, and her Mother. Although in Swedish with subtitles, I quickly found himself so engrossed with the power that Ingmar Bergman and Ingrid Bergman bought to the screen, that I hardly noticed at first the couple that had sat right beside me. The woman sat next to me, and wore a dark colored skirt with a slit that would show just enough leg to get my attention, and a lighter colored sweater that was open at the neck and unbuttoned down to show just a glimpse of lacy bra. The man with her sat on her other side, and seemed to be a little agitated, unable to sit still, until finally she said under her breath "stop it!" and with that he seemed to settle in a little bit. in his seat, only to start up fidgeting again in about two minutes. I thought for a moment that it was strange that they would sit so close, but I passed it off with "it's a free country," and they are the best seats in the house. Besides she was quite attractive and the perfume she was wearing was Coco, the same that Melissa would wear, and I found himself getting an erection, which I found rather uncomfortable sitting in that confining seat with my jeans on. Finally they both seem to get settled, and the three of us resumed watching the movie. After a particularly powerful scene between Liv and Ingrid at the piano, I reached down to get my Coke, and I glanced to my right to find the man had his hand up the woman's skirt, and he was stroking her naked pussy slowly and quietly. She had slid forward in her seat allowing her skirt to ride up near her hips, exposing her beautiful bush to me. I looked at her, and she had a glazed look in her eyes, and she was biting her lip and massaging her right breast through her sweater. She turned her head slightly toward me and kind of screwed up her face and making a barely audible grunt like noise I knew that she was having an orgasm, but keeping it as silent as possible. Her legs stiffened and jerked a few times, and she fell back into her seat, and made a half hearted attempt at straightening her skirt. With that she looked over at me with a with a smile that as much said we aren't through yet. The man had sat back in his seat, and although I couldn't see him I faintly heard the sound of his zipper coming down, and she reached over into his lap to start stroking his cock. I tried to watch the movie, but couldn't keep from glancing over trying to see her stroking his cock. Her skirt was still open, and every now and then she would catch my eye, raise her eyebrows and smile, that wicked smile that someone smiles when they know they are doing something they shouldn't be doing. By this time my own cock was rock hard and straining to break through my blue jeans, and I guess she could tell by the way I was squirming that I was in some sort of distress. Because without any warning she reached over and started rubbing my throbbing bone through the cotton material of my pants. Without a word I felt her tugging at my zipper until it was all the way down, and she was reaching inside to pull my member out to freedom. I thought how fortunate that I never wear underwear with jeans, but as soon as I had finished the thought she had my cock in her fist and was pumping it with long slow strokes. She leaned back and as I looked over I could see this gorgeous woman with her skirt hiked up around her hips showing her luscious cunt, pumping to hard cocks, one in each hand. I reached over and touched her pussy finding it wet and inviting as I slide one, then two of my fingers in, and pulling them out I would rub them on either side of her swollen clit. Taking them from her pussy, I tasted them, first just a lick, and then sucking both of them into my mouth, between the perfume, the taste of her pussy and the slow pumping of her hand was all I could take, I was going to cum. I started to lean back into my seat, and I think she understood, because she quickly!! leaned over and took my cock into her mouth, just as I started to erupt. It was all I could do to keep from screaming as my river of hot sticky cum shot down her throat. She kept sucking to get every drop and squeezing my balls until I was dry. She took her mouth away, and quickly turned and did the same thing to her date as he was just about to cum all over himself. she took both loads in matter of seconds, and never spilled a drop. She sat back, and straightened her skirt, and he put his cock back in his trousers, and I did likewise, and wondered if I should say something. I mustered up the courage to ask them over for drinks, but as I turned to say something, they were getting out of their seats and heading for the exit. I wondered what had just happened for a moment, and then I thought to myself to "stop analyzing it and just be glad it did." I took a sip of my Coke, and returned to the movie, not having any idea what was going on. The Movies Leanne was walking slowly through town not paying any particular attention to where she was going. The thoughts running through her mind had her totally occupied, the new job, how mundane life had become. Suddenly she stopped and her mind came back from daydreaming and tried to focus on where she was. She had drifted in her walking downtown to the seedier part of town and she had stopped in front of a cinema that shows X-Rated movies. What was she doing here, she had a terrific dinner with some friends at the nice little Chinese restaurant that they usually go to. Sure she had some wine but no more than usual, when eating out. Leanne looked at the flashing lights and the pictures on display, she had been fantasising about sex a lot lately and it had been a couple of months since she broke up with her regular boyfriend. But had she come downtown deliberately, she didn't think so. So why was she standing here and fascinated with the naked stills on the wall. The talk at the restaurant had been about porn movies and everybody except for Leanne talked on the topic at length and showed real passion about the subject. Leanne had never seen an X-Rated movie and was completely out of the conversation. What had she missed, somehow she wanted to see what all the fuss at the table tonight was about. Leanne moved slowly into the theatre, it was dark and the movies were running, providing just enough light to see where she was going. Suddenly she felt out her comfort zone, what the hell was she doing here. Quickly she darted to the side and took a seat, looking around there was someone seated behind her, but only a couple of people spread through the middle rows in front of her. For the first time she focussed on the screen, wow there was a woman being fucked by two guys, one from behind and one in the mouth and one with an enormous cock ready and waiting. Leanne settled into her seat and watched the movie right through, the woman moved to another bar where four men took her on the pool table and then she jumped into a taxi where the cab driver got paid with a slow screw in the back seat of the cab. The movie ended and some adverts came on, Leanne looked around there weren't many people in the theatre as she first thought. She had been engrossed in the movie and had felt every thrust of every cock as if it was pushing into her pussy. The next movie started and the pizza delivery man started giving the young housewife more than she had ordered. Suddenly Leanne felt a hand touch her hip, what was going on, she didn't move, the hand moved up and touched her under the breast. For dinner Leanne had dressed in a lacy bra and light blouse so she felt the touch on the most sensitive under side of her breast and it was electric. She had been watching the movies for over an hour and Leanne could feel her body had become sexually supercharged, she wanted the hand to feel her breast. The hand touched her buttons with it's finger, Leanne undid her blouse and the hand reached in feeling her breast inching it's way to her nipple which she knew was as hard as a rock. All the time Leanne kept watching the large screen in front mesmerised by the lust portrayed upon it. The hand left her breast and ran down the smooth of her stomach once again touching her hip. Leanne had worn a mid thigh length skirt and the hand touched her thigh where the cloth had ended. She gasped for breath, my god she thought she wanted to be the same as the girls on the screen and she knew whatever this stranger wanted to do she would do it willingly. The strangers hand took Leanne's hand and placed it on her crotch pressing her hand to rub her pussy, god she wasn't just moist she was soaked. She knew what the stranger wanted her to do, she pulled up her skirt and began stroking her pussy, which just felt oh so good to her. Leanne felt the stranger sit down next to her, but she continued to watch the movie, the wife from next door had strapped on a dildo and was fucking her next door neighbour. Leanne stroked her swollen clitoris and dripping pussy as she had been directed. The strangers hand reached up her skirt and hooked a finger around the band of her lacy silk panties and tugged slightly, Leanne knew what this meant she stopped stroking her soaked pussy and hooked both fingers into her panties and pulled them down her thighs past her calves and over her beautiful Italian shoes. The stranger took the panties and placed them under Leanne's nose, Leanne could smell her own scent, it was powerful, musky, intoxicating. The stranger grabbed Leanne by the hips and moved her forward out of her seat until she was upright and in front of his seat. The stranger then pulled her down slowly on to his cock. Leanne felt his cock touch her outer lips as she slowly moved downwards, pausing as the head entered her hot and wet love tunnel. She pushed down and met the thrust of his hips and they immediately got into a superb rhythm. Leanne's head was exploding as her body convulsed into the most massive orgasm she had ever experienced. She could feel the strangers cock twitching as he unleashed a torrent of jism into her cunt. Leanne opened her eyes to watch the screen but there was someone blocking her view, another stranger was in the seat in front of her with his very large cock out masturbating right in front of her face. She felt the stranger behind push her forward and she gripped and began sucking on the cock in front of her face. She felt different hands grip her hips from behind as she was bent forward another penis was plunged straight into her saturated pussy, she pushed back in ecstasy, but he withdrew, she kept pushing back, she wanted this dick inside of her filling her up, she was on the brink of another orgasm. Lust had filled her whole body and all Leanne wanted was sexual release. The new stranger placed his penis at her anus and rubbed, she had never done it there but had just watched lots of girls do it on the screen. The cock in her mouth was leaking pre cum, she knew it was about to explode. Leanne pushed back on the cock touching her ass hole and it was so slippery from being in her already fucked pussy that it began to slide in. The man in front began to come and Leanne swallowed as quickly as she could, the other cock slid past the sphincter muscle and now was ploughing it's way up her ass. Leanne began to convulse again as another earth shattering orgasm raced through her body. The cock in her rear reamed her and she pushed back in a good rhythm but it wasn't long before he too shot his load up her ass. The strangers left quickly and Leanne sat down a little shaky at the knees. She settled into the seat and watched the movie for a moment and thought to herself, there I have watched an X-Rated movie as well. She collected her panties and headed off with a smile on her face. The Movies We walk into the movie theater, and find that there are only about twenty people there. Just like we were hoping. We chose a late night movie that had been playing for quite a while anticipating the theater's near emptiness. I am wearing the jeans that you love so much, and you are wearing a short sundress with buttons in the front. We sit down for the movie, simply enjoying being together. We hold hands for awhile, and then my fingers start slipping slowly up and down your forearm, lightly scratching it as you place your palm on my thigh. After we have been there for a little while, you surprise me, gently sliding your hand around over my crotch and squeezing a little. I respond by placing my hand on your knee, and slowly dragging it up the soft skin of your inner thighs, causing your dress to slide up towards your hip. We have begun to tease each other a bit now, haven't we? I look over at you and see the smile on your face and the mischievous look in your eyes. You squeeze my crotch again. My hand slides further up your thigh. You squeeze again, and my hand reaches even further. Wow. You aren't wearing panties. I can see that we are on the same wavelength tonight. You remove my hand from your thigh and, holding it, slide it over your belly, brushing ever so slightly over your breasts, and up to your mouth. You seductively slide one of my fingers into your mouth and, winking at me, begin to suck it as your other hand slides more vigorously over my crotch. As you suck on my finger, sliding your lips down over it and your tongue across it, you feel the reaction in my pants. My cock has been moving against your hand, and is now standing straight up, the head almost protruding from the waist of my jeans. Your hand fumbles around to find the zipper. You find it and slide it down. I am not wearing any underwear either. You reach inside with a finger and slide it down the length of my shaft. Meanwhile, my finger leaves your mouth, traces down your chin, and reaches the top button of your sundress. I unbutton the first two buttons and slide my palms across your collarbones and then slowly over the tops of your breasts. Your skin is so soft. Your fingers continue teasingly sliding ever so gently up and down my shaft, really just gliding your fingernails along it. My hand reaches over your right breast, slowly enclosing it. As my thumb and forefinger begin circling your breast, slowly approaching your nipple, you reach with your hand to unbutton my jeans. As my cock is freed, you eagerly wrap your hand all the way around it and give it one long, slow stroke. I gasp. That feels so good. As you stroke me, my thumb and forefinger find your nipple and gently squeeze across it, tugging it outward ever so gently. Your hand slides all the way down, and you lightly slide your fingers over my balls, cupping them. Holding your hand there. My hand reaches all the way around your breast, squeezing it, drawing it upward. Your eyes are shut, your head tilted slightly back. Your hand begins sliding slowly up and down my cock, smooth, slow, gentle strokes. I am rock hard. As are your nipples. My hand slides from one to the next, gently tugging at them. Then it slides slowly down your body, unbuttoning one button, and then the next, until the front of your sundress is entirely unbuttoned. My hand slides down over the soft skin of your belly, and then down between your legs. It caresses your thighs down to your knees and back up. As your legs spread apart, my fingers find you. You are moist already. My fingertips trace your wet lips slowly up and down, and then find the opening. You gasp as my finger slides inside you. Your hips turn upward, as you eagerly accept my finger. Your hand is still stroking my cock. Your finger finds a drop of precum, and you slowly slide it all around my head. You lean over to lick it, pulling your legs behind you, kneeling in the chair. Some of the people nearby might be aware of what we are doing, but at this point we are entirely oblivious, lost in the pleasure of the moment. You look into my eyes lustfully, and then slowly slide your tongue up my shaft, starting just above my balls, and then circling the underside of my head. You pull back for only a moment before sliding the tip of your tongue all the way around my head and tasting the precum. I slide my fingers through your hair as you wrap your lips around the head of my cock. You hold just the head inside your mouth as you swirl your tongue around the head. Your mouth opens a bit wider, and your tongue leads the way, slowly gliding down the vein at the front of my shaft. My hips rise a little bit to guide myself into your mouth. I feel your tongue sliding back and forth across and around my hard shaft as your lips suck gently at it. Your head begins moving slowly up and down, your tongue dancing around my shaft in ways that I almost can't handle. It's so good. I am gasping. Finally, I can't take it anymore. I use my hand to guide you to stand up, facing away from me. I pull my jeans down around my ankles, and you sit down on me. You slowly lower yourself down over my shaft. My head presses against your swollen lips, and then slowly enters as you sit down farther. Your legs release entirely, and you sit down on me, letting my cock reach all the way inside you. We are both gasping now, moaning as you slide up and down over my shaft. Your head tilts back, and my fingers reach around your body, my palms closing around each of your breasts. I am squeezing your breasts, pulling lightly at your nipples, rolling them in my fingers as you guide yourself up and down over me. My hips press up to meet you and our skin is pressing together so tightly. You are squeezing my inside of you. My hand slides down over your belly, reaching down to find your hard clit. My finger brushes across it, then flicks back and forth as you rise up and down on me more passionately. We stand and you lean over the seat in front of us. We seem to be vaguely aware that people are watching us, but at this point it really doesn't matter. You look back over your shoulder at me, lustily, and whisper, "Fuck me." I smile, and whisper back, "I want you." I grab your hips and slowly ease my cock back inside you. You push back into me, and begin moving back and forth. I pull my cock all the way out, and drive it all the way back inside you. Holding onto your hips, I drive deeper. We are fucking passionately now. Hard. Deep. Fast. Without abandon. Neither one of us can hold out much longer. Your body is writhing. My balls are tightening. A few more thrusts. Deep. All the way. Oh my god, this is so good. I feel your body release, your pussy squeezing my cock. You are cumming. I can feel it. And that makes me explode. You feel my cock throb. Feel it burst. Feel it shooting inside you. Your orgasm intensifies, and you cum again as you feel me shooting. We are entirely unable to move for a moment, me leaning against your back. We collapse backward, you still on my lap. My cock slips out, both of our fluids mixing together. After relaxing like that for a moment or two, you slip over to your seat and we compose ourselves. Just in time. The credits are rolling. Wow! What a movie. I can't wait 'til we get home. The Movies "Hi baby," I say sweetly when you answer the phone. "What are you doing?" "It has been a shit day and I'm not in a good mood at all," you snap testily. "You are running late, as usual, too. Where are you?" "I'm just pulling up to your place Grumpy," I say back teasingly, trying to lighten your mood, to no avail. "You know I hate it when you are late," you growl. "I know I know ... but I was doing something for you," I say, getting out of the car and walking to your door. "It doesn't matter. Can't you just for once, be on time?" I hear the click of the phone as you hang up at the same time I hear the door open. Sighing at my inability to lighten your mood, I plaster on a smile determined not to make your day worse. "Hi sweetie," I say, leaning up to kiss you gently on the lips. "Are you ready to go?" "I've been ready to go for half an hour," you say sarcastically. "I'm sorry, really I am. Can we please drop my lateness and get to the show?" "Fine," you glower, marching towards the garage. "But we're taking my truck tonight." "No problem," I say, rushing behind you, wondering how I'm going to gracefully get into your truck in a skirt. "What happened today that your day was so bad?" "It was just a rotten day at work. I don't want to talk about it." "Typical," I think to myself, while keeping up idle chit chat with you while you drive to the theater. "We won't have time to wait in line for popcorn since you were late," you announce when we arrive at the Cineplex. "No problem," I reply, trying to hold my rising temper, reminding myself of my plans and hoping that if anything will change your mood, that will. Half way through the theater on the way to our movie, I slide two fingers into the front pocket of your jeans and wiggle them gently against your hip, close to the little ticklish spot you have there and say, "I'm really looking forward to seeing this movie." I feel you relax just a tiny bit at my little flirt and you agree that the movie should be good. "I think we should sit in the back, and then you can kick your feet up and relax a little." You agree and guide me into the last row of the darkened theater. "So what happened today," I ask again. Your eyes narrow and you turn to me growling lowly, "Did I not say I didn't want to talk about it?" "You did," I nod in agreement, as the lights dim further and the trailers begin to play on the screen. "Sorry," I whisper. You say nothing, and stare at the screen, crossing your arms over your chest, firmly back in your grumpy mood and apparently determined to punish me for whatever transgression made your day go south. As the movie starts, I start to bite and lightly chew on my lower lip, not really watching the movie, and contemplating your day, a tight little knot forming in my stomach about your mood and wondering if the movie will change it. In the middle of wondering what possibly could have ticked you off so much, you lean over and whisper angrily in my ear, your hot breath fanning across my neck making me shiver, "Stop doing that, you know I find that erotic as hell and I'm trying to watch the movie." Guiltily, I release my lip from the grasp of my teeth and sit stiffly next to you, my lower lip quivering as I feel tears gather in the corners of my eyes. "Damn it," I think to myself. "I spent all day talking myself in my surprise for her and I can't do it when she's so angry." A searing disappointment shoots through my chest as I stand up and mutter "Excuse me." Wiping at tears of frustration I slide past you and leave the theater, taking headlong flight into the bathroom. Locking myself in a stall, I press my forehead against the cool metal and sniffle, dabbing at my eyes and giving myself a mental pep talk, "Today is not the only day you can work up your nerve to be the aggressor. You can do it again and it'll surprise the hell out of her and she'll love it." Then a soft tap on the door, "Baby?" I hear you ask. Mortified that you might figure out I was crying, I clear my throat and acknowledge you with a little more force than needed. "I'll be right out. You can go back." "Open the door," you say softly. "Look, I'm sorry I was an ass." Quickly dabbing the moisture from my face and plastering on a smile, I slide the lock on the door and open it to walk out to you, but you push me back gently and crowd in the stall with me, wrapping your arms around me and whispering in my ear, "I really am sorry. I'm not mad at you and I shouldn't have taken it out on you. Forgive me?" I lean into your hug, taking strength from you and nod, then whisper, "Let's go back to the movie." You thread your fingers through mine and walk us back to our seats, your thumb absently brushing the base of my wrist lightly, as you put your other arm around me and pull me closer to you. Heartened by the change in your attitude, I make the decision to follow through with my plans. A clamor of nerves skitters through me as I unwind my hand from yours and glance at you to see that you are engrossed in the movie. With confidence I do not feel, I firmly place my hand on your upper thigh and begin to gently scratch and dig my nails into the denim of your jeans at the seam that runs down the inside of your thigh. I feel you tense in surprise at this uncharacteristic action from me -- you have always, always made the first move of intimacy. When I feel your head turn to look at me, I bite my lip and force myself to look straight ahead at the screen, refusing to meet your gaze while continuing to every so slightly move my hand closer and closer to the juncture of your thighs. "What are you doing," you whisper in my ear, I can hear the tightness and questioning tone in your voice. "Shhhhh," I whisper back, never glancing at you, "Watch the movie." I feel you stiffen in response and wriggle back in your seat. After what seems like ever, I take one deep breath to fortify myself, and cup my whole hand around your strap on through your jeans, pressing and moving it gently against you. I hear you growl lowly as your hand clamps down on my shoulder and you lean in and repeat gruffly, "What are you doing?" "Shhhh," I whisper back, "watch the movie." You drop your hand from my shoulder down to my breast, your fingers reaching to brush against my nipple. With my free hand, I take your hand and put it back on my shoulder and shake my head gently, moving forward just enough that you can't reach me easily and I hear a gasp of surprise from your lips. I grin to myself, knowing that you were going to try to take back control of this and feeling bolstered at the quickness with which you tried to touch me ... you know my nipples are my undoing and if you can reach one, you'll turn the tide and have me gasping in moments. I press my hand against you more firmly, rubbing harder and faster, enjoying the power of hearing your breath quicken and feeling your fingers dig into my shoulder. Slowly, I turn slightly in my seat and reach across to unbutton your jeans. I glance up to see your eyes widen in surprise -- and I grin at you mischievously, licking my lips seductively. Again, you reach for my breasts and I evade your fingers. While slowly lowering the zipper, I place my lips against your ear, drawing the lobe of your ear into my mouth and suckling gently for a moment, then whispering, "If you touch me, I'll stop what I'm doing. Understand?" I press my hand against you firmly and you arch into it, but don't answer me. I nip your earlobe and repeat, "Understand?" I hear your sharp intake of breath and feel your slight nod of agreement as my fingertips wriggle under the band of your boxers. Your hips begin to arch rhythmically and your breath becomes low and shallow as I push the tip of my finger under your cock to brush it against your clit. Your hands are clutching the armrest and the back of my neck. My finger rubs slow circles around your wet clit, teasing it, pushing against it, changing the pressure to keep you off balance and unsure. Inching your jeans down a little further, I pull your cock through the opening in your boxers and slide down on my knees between your legs. I hear you whisper, "Oh fuck." I grin at you and whisper back teasingly, "Not yet." Losing grip on your control, you lean forward and roughly cup my breast, pinching the nipple harshly. Immediately, my finger stops moving on your clit and I pull back from you. "Those aren't the rules," I remind you, looking into your eyes while trying desperately not to show a reaction to your fingers ravishing my nipple through my shirt. I struggle not to cry out when you swear softly and clench your hands into fists and slam them into the upholstered seats in frustration. Grinning that the rule about not touching me has frustrated you, I begin again flicking and rubbing at your clit, watching your fingers clench and unclench the air. You mutter to me lowly, "Stop this now." I laugh quietly and say, "Not a chance darling" then lower my mouth slowly over your cock. You groan loudly enough someone in the theater shushes you and you slouch down further in your seat as my fingers work faster and more firmly on your clit while my mouth is sliding your cock in and out of it. My breathing quickly matches yours and we are both panting ... you from my ministrations and mine from the rush of feminine power I feel over you at this moment. You bury both hands in my hair and told my head firmly and I suck on your cock, your hips thrusting it in and out of my lips in time with my movements. I press hard, fast circles against your clit and I feel your orgasm gathering and gaining force when your hands suddenly go under my arms and you pull me on to your lap, straddling you, my finger still under your cock on your clit, rubbing hard and fast. You bury your head in my breast and grab my ass with your hands. The moment your lips close over the fabric-covered nipple, I stop the motion of my finger on your clit. You bite at my nipple and dig your fingers into my ass, trying to move against me, but I remain firm in ceasing all action with you touching me and bite my lip so hard so as not to react to your demands that I taste blood. "Not another touch until you stop," I whisper in your ear. You suck a sharp breath in through your nose and press your forehead in between my breasts and nod. My fingers again start circling your clit, harder and faster. I lean forward and hover my lips just above yours, every so often flicking my tongue out to swipe across your lips, but never kissing your or allowing you to kiss me. I know the pressure of your fingers gripping my hips is going to leave bruises and I revel in having the power to make you lose that control. I slide back down on my knees and take you once again into my mouth, my fingers on your clit working up and down, while I take my other hand and begin to inch, ever so slowly, two fingers into your wetness. Fingering you, sucking you and rubbing you to the rhythm you have set with your hips, I know your orgasm is just on the precipice when your legs grip my shoulders in anticipation ... and then with one final thrust you bury your cock in my mouth, as I bury my fingers in you and my finger pressing in and upwards on your clit and I feel your orgasm shudder through you. Slowly, I wriggle your jeans back over your hips and give one final, long kiss to your cock before zipping up your jeans and returning to my seat, a self-satisfied smile playing across my lips. Leaning over to me you growl, "We're leaving now!" I gently place a finger over your lips and say, "Shhhh, watch the movie." You shake your head "no" and grab my hand to pull me up. I untangle my hand from yours and look from your eyes to my hand and back, directing you to watch. Your eyes follow and widen slowly as I spread my legs slightly apart, pull my skirt up with the hand you are watching, show you I am wearing no panties, moisten my finger with my own wetness, then place that finger on your lips, while crossing my legs and pulling my skirt down and say again, "Shhhhh. Watch the movie." You spend the next 40 minutes of the movie digging your fingers into my thigh, trying to reach my wetness, but I keep my legs firmly crossed and deny you access to my nipples by crossing my arms in front of myself. Your frustration is palpable. The credits for the movie barely begin before you stand up, grab my hand and drag me out of my seat. "We are leaving," you growl. "What about dinner?" I ask sweetly. You turn, look at me, your eyes dark pinpoints that drill straight to my core, and say harshly, "Unless you want me to fuck you on the table at dinner, no dinner." You stalk out of the theater to your truck, me nearly running behind you to keep up. Once in the truck, you flick the radio off and gun the engine, chirping the tires as you back up. A nervous curl starts in the pit of my stomach; the confidence I gained by my actions in the theater dwindles as I begin to wonder if you are angry with me or if I crossed some boundary with you that I didn't realize. Gently, I clear my throat and say, "I hope ..." "Not another word," you say, tension emanating from you. "I mean it," you add for emphasis. "Not another word until we get to the house." Pursing my lips shut, I fold my hands on my lap and begin plucking nervously at my skirt, certain now this has backfired on me in a horrible way. Your face is a mask of concentration as you drive aggressively in the direction of your place. Without thinking, I begin once again to gently chew my already bruised lip as my nerves are stretched to their limit. With a low growl, you reach across the cab of your truck and flick my lip out from my teeth and say, "What did I tell you about that?" By the time you pull into the garage, my knees are so shaky I nearly stumble getting out of the truck. You haven't uttered another word to me, looked at me nor attempted to touch me. My head is swimming with a million flashes of thought and I take a moment after you enter the house to try and gather enough esteem to walk to the front door and leave without showing the turmoil of emotions I'm feeling. Before I get to the garage door to walk inside, you jerk it open and just point past you, clearly indicating I should get inside and right now. I slide past you in the doorway, praying my shaking legs will carry me to the front door without incident, when halfway through the living room you bark, "Where do you think you are going? I pointed to the den and that's where I want you." Pausing for a moment to weigh my options; certainly not relishing a sit-down talk, which we always did in the den. "I .. umm ..." I stammered, hating that my voice sounded quivering to my own ears. You approach me and take my hand roughly, glaring, "I said I wanted you in the den. I meant it." By the grasp you have on my hand, I have no choice but to follow you. Once in the den, your hand still holding mine, I sink down onto the couch, too nervous to speak or look at you; I look at the carpet, skittering my gaze to inanimate objects around the room, thinking "I don't want to talk about this right now. I don't want to talk about this ever." "I didn't invite you to sit down," you say, grabbing my other hand and pulling me to my feet. "So," you say, taking a step towards me, crowding my personal space. "You enjoyed your little game at the movie did you?" I nod slowly, not speaking. You take another step closer to me, so close I can feel the heat radiating off of you. "And you liked turning me on beyond control and then denying me what I want?" I flick at a quick glance at you to try to determine what's going on, but your face betrays nothing, and I give you a barely perceivable nod of agreement. In a flash, your lips descend on mine roughly, your tongue thrusting between my lips, harsh and demanding. You drag my wrists behind me and hold them in one hand, while the other grabs my nipple and twists hard. Gasping at the pleasure-pain, I lean towards you and start to kiss you back. You jerk my wrists sharply, forcing me to straighten slightly and you say, while still twisting and tweaking my nipple, "You are not in control now." Dazed, I nod my agreement, your fingers on my nipple making my breaths come in short, shallow whimpers. Then without notice, you turn me around and quickly secure my wrists together with what feels like a soft tie. "What ..." I start to say. "You are not in control now sweetheart," you interrupt, placing your hands on my shoulders, turning me to face you and giving me a gentle push towards the couch. My knees shaking from the combination of events in the last few moments, I sink gratefully into the cushions. Pulling the ottoman over in front of me, you straddle it and sit down facing me, then taking my hips in your hands you drag me forward closer to you and lower your lips to my nipple. The searing heat of your mouth and the wetness of your tongue seeping through my shirt and bra combined with your fingers harshly twisting and tweaking the other nipple cause me to wriggle, but I'm unsteady without the use of my hands for balance. You continue your assault on my nipples, your other hand kneading my thigh over my skirt. I whimper in desperation to at least feel your lips and tongue on my uncovered nipple, you grin, knowing what I want. A soft, "Please ..." escapes my lips. "Oh no, baby. It's not going to be that easy." You grin when I cry out my frustration. "Careful baby, remember you did this to me when I had to be quiet -- and I have much, much more experience at this game than you do." My eyes fly open to look at you and I'm rewarded by the vision of your lips and tongue laving at my shirt. You continue your attention over my clothes, your hands roaming from my hips to the inside of my thighs, barely brushing my wetness through my skirt. "You aren't wearing panties," you state matter-of-factly. "I bet the tops of your thighs are glistening already." I respond with a low moan of frustration at the truth of your statement. "Please," I hear my own voice, raspy. "Please?" Your only response is to sink to the floor and spread my legs apart, gazing blatantly under my skirt and confirming, without touching, "Oh yes, you are wet." A heated blush at the blatant observation rushes to my face and I try to arch my hips towards you, but end up falling back against the cushions on the couch. "Oh fuck," I mutter, vaguely aware that I am repeating what you said in the theater. You chuckle and respond by pushing my skirt up around my hips, shoving my knees apart and whispering, "Not yet." As your tongue flicks out and touches my clit. With little leverage, I plant my feet on your thighs to arch up to your mouth. You counter by draping my legs over your shoulders, leaving me no leverage and completely exposed. Your lips close over my clit and suckle at it gently, but I want more. I want to feel you inside me, I want harder and faster and I cry out my desire to you, but you ignore my pleas and continue your gentle assault. Dizzy from being unable to catch my breath and frustrated at the helplessness of my position, tears seep out of the corner of my eyes. "Stop, please stop," I plead to deaf ears as you slip one finger inside of me, my muscles grasping violently at the invasion to hold you there, but to no avail as you quickly remove your finger and trace the wetness down my thigh. "Please, please," I hear a voice, not realizing it's mine until I hear, "Please make me cum." You chuckle and completely withdraw from touching my clit. "No!" I gasp, as your fingers close over my nipples again, tweaking and grabbing the hard nubs, rolling them with little gentleness. I'm squirming now on the couch, uncaring that I can feel my own wetness on the upholstery. "Frustrating isn't it baby?" I groan without abandoned in response. You stand, lean down to kiss me and then rip the front of my shirt, exposing my bra, my hardened nipples poking and straining against the fabric of my bra. "I ..., want ..." The Movies "Oh I know what you want sweetheart. You don't need to tell me," you chuckle as you unclasp the front clasp of my bra and free my breasts to the cool air, making the already hard, reddened peaks, tighten ever so slightly more. Very gently, you lower your lips to my nipple and draw it slowly in to your mouth, rolling it ever so lightly inside your mouth, suckling, increasing my frustration because you know I want hard, harsh and fast. "Please let me cum," I beg. You reply with a devilish grin and say around the nipple in your mouth, "Can you? Doing exactly what I'm doing now? If you can, okay, you may." "Fuck you," I say out of sheer frustration, knowing that you know I'm too far gone to get release with gentle touches. "I think you already did that little one," you reply, chuckling while bringing your hand up to lightly brush across the other nipple. "You liked teasing in the theater, did you forget?" Realizing I'm really not in control here, I whimper for pity. You reward me for my capitulation to your domination in this situation by suckling harder on my nipple and rolling the other firmly and rhythmically between your thumb and forefinger. You feel my orgasm building by the tightening of my legs around your shoulders and you say, "No. Not yet." "Oh please, please god, let me ...," I plead to you. You lift your lips from my nipple and shake your head, your fingers still rolling my nipple. "Not yet," you say, reaching down between your legs and releasing your cock, rubbing the tip of it on my clit then dropping lower and gently teasing my soaking wet entrance with the very tip. Nearly screaming my frustration, you laugh and tell me again I should feel fortunate that you aren't making me be quiet. You continue your ministrations until tears run down my cheeks, frustration that I'm unable to hold you, completely at your mercy, unable to affect anything, my legs quivering in anticipation, my nipples sore and over-sensitive, my clit throbbing and then, without warning, you plunge your cock into me with one full, hard thrust. My eyes fly open wide and I gasp at the explosion of stars I feel as you ram yourself into me over and over, twisting my nipples just to the point of pain, a ragged "Oh my god" escapes my lips. My eyes begin to drift closed as I begin to melt into the rhythm you are setting, my orgasm building rapidly, when you stop all action suddenly. My eyes open in shock and look at you, you slowly start to pump in and out of me again. You whisper, "If you stop looking at my eyes, I stop touching you. Understand?" When I don't answer immediately, you thrust hard into me while nipping the very tip of an already swollen nipple, and said again, "Understand?" "Yes!" I rasp out. "And I'm adding one," you say while increasing the pressure and rhythm of your thrusts. "You must ask me." I nod my understanding, my eyes never leaving yours. "Oh god," I moan, as I feel my orgasm starting to build again. "Please? Now?" You shake your head "no" and increase the lengths of your strokes and the pressure on my nipples. "I want two and I say when." I nod and concentrate on looking into your eyes, trying desperately not to think about the fact that my orgasm may not wait until you decide, and in the back of my mind, vaguely fearful of what would happen if I denied you that decision. Desperate for your permission, I start to cry, small sobs causing my chest to heave into your hands, tears shimmering down my cheeks, "I ... I ....I won't deny you again ... please god please say yes." You respond by increasing the intensity, going faster and harder, my eyes locked on yours, knowing you'll stop if I break that contact, and then finally, I see your face when you make the decision and I hear a softly whispered, "Yes. Yes, now, you can cum for me." Waves of orgasm roll over me and I try to keep eye contact with you, but the need to arch is so overwhelming I can't reach the peak of it without it. You bring a hand from my breast to my eyelids and gently draw two fingers down my eyes, closing them. I immediately throw my head back and push against my restraints, arching into you as much as possible and hit the peak, a rasping groan from deep within, pushing against you, shaking violently from the force of orgasm. And with the last wave, you let me push your cock out of me, your fingers lighten on my nipples, gently pressing against them then softly moving my legs off your shoulders and swinging them onto the couch, where I curl up and start to cry in earnest at the depth of the experience. Sitting on the couch, you draw me to you and drape a blanket over my now chilled body and rock me back and forth, gently kissing my head and holding me close when a shiver of aftershock courses through my body, murmuring your praises. My eyes drift closed with weariness and you whisper ever so quietly, "You owe me another one ..." The Movies Standing in the line to buy her movie ticket, she stared at the scrolling message board listing the movie times. She couldn't find anyone to go see the new romantic comedy that was out, so she finally decided to go on her own. She had decided to dress up a little on the chance she found some single man to sit with or to make her feel better because she didn't have a date. She was wearing a jean skirt and a red top that showed off just enough cleavage to toe the line between flirty and slutty. She had on black ballet flats and bare legs. She stepped up to the window, buying her ticket, frowning slightly at the look of pity in the ticket seller's eyes when she bought her ticket. She smiled and shrugged and went inside the theater. The usher tore of her ticket stub and she giggled when his eyes settled on her breasts and her laughing caused them to bounce a little. The usher blushed and turned away to the next person in line. She went into the theater and was surprised at how empty it seemed. There were a few couples scattered around the theater. She wandered up the steps to the back row of the theater and chose a seat in the corner away from everyone. She settled in and looked around at the people there. A young girl and her boyfriend were wrapped in each other's arms, kissing noisily, much to the disapproving glances of the older couples nearby. She smiled, wishing she had a man to play with. A tall man came into the theater and looked around. He started up the steps and sat down a few seats away from her. She was mildly annoyed; she wanted to have some space between herself and other people. She liked playing with herself while watching movies, and she couldn't do that with a guy sitting so close to her. She sighed and settled in to her seat. The previews started and the guy got up and came down the row towards her. "Excuse me?" He asked quietly. She looked up at him and her breath caught. He was gorgeous! He had dark curly hair, was tall and muscular. He was dressed in a dark shirt and jeans. "May I sit with you?" She nodded and straightened in her seat as he folded himself into the seat. "I hate seeing a pretty girl sitting alone during a movie. I thought you wouldn't mind the company." She smiled. "Thank you." She whispered. A few minutes later, his hand slipped off the armrest and on to her knee. She jumped in her seat and when she looked at him, he just smiled at her. They set next to each other in silence and he slowly ran his fingers from her knee to the hem of her skirt which was now midway up her thigh. She let her hand rest on his knee, feeling the strength of his leg under her hand. Her fingers danced over his jean covered leg. The movie continued playing and during a particularly steamy sex scene, she felt one of his fingers slip under the hem of her skirt and run over her skin. Figuring he was testing the waters to see when she would push his hand away, she slid a little lower in her seat, causing her skirt to ride further up her hips. He looked down at her and smiled. He could see a patch of white between her legs and his smile widened. He let his finger wander over her covered mound and watched her eyes flutter closed. He cupped her mound with his hand and squeezed gently. She moaned, barely audible over the sound of the movie. Her hand cupped his cock through the jeans and rubbed over the large bulge. She stared at her hand through her nearly closed eyelids. She couldn't believe she had her hand on the cock of a complete stranger. And she definitely couldn't believe that he had his hand on her pussy. He leaned close to her, "Do you want me to stop?" She shook her head no and he laughed quietly. He pulled his hand from her pussy and pulled her out of her seat; he slid into her seat after lifting the armrest and then settled her on his lap so she was leaning against the wall. Wrapping his right arm around her shoulders he pulled her close and they kissed. Her lips were soft against his and she was going crazy with the way he kissed. She would occasionally nibble on his lip and slip her tongue into his mouth, dueling with his. He moaned into her mouth and she giggled quietly. His cock throbbed against her ass and she reached between her legs to rub his cock. His hand slid under her top and lightly tickled her stomach as it traveled up to her breast. "The clasp is in front." She whispered. He smiled and unhooked the clasp, feeling her large breasts spill out of her bra. He grasped one in his hand and she gasped. Her nipples were hard and she swore they were throbbing. His left hand pinched a nipple as his right hand played in her hair. The continued kissing, she rubbed his cock and was trying to work down the zipper on his jeans. He helped her by holding his pants still and undoing the button. She worked her hand inside his pants and into his boxers. She pulled his cock out and rubbed it against the skin of her thigh. She felt him throbbing and pulsing in her hand as his cock continued to harden and the blood pump through the veins. He pulled up her shirt, holding it up with his right hand and held her right breast in his hand. He slid down in the seat a little and slipped her nipple into his mouth. He sucked at it for a few minutes, feeling it harden against his tongue and then he gently held it between his teeth as his tongue rapidly flicked over it. She was squirming in his lap and she lost a grip on his cock. It rested against her pussy and she moaned as she felt pulse against her. He continued sucking on her breasts, alternating between the two as she writhed in his arms. He lifted his head to kiss her and she attacked his mouth with her own. He slid his left hand down her stomach as he dropped her shirt. He lifted her skirt and slid his hand under her panties, she was soaking wet. His finger slid into her slit and she jumped when it pressed against her clit. "I have to taste you." He whispered. She looked around as he slid out from under her. He knelt down in front of her and pulled her to the end of the seat. She slid off her panties and he stuffed them in his pocket. He held her lips apart and blew a stream of warm air over her pussy. He could see her juices glistening from the light of the screen. He took a long lick from her ass to above her clit. She gasped and his eyes flicked up to her. "Shhhh." He whispered, she nodded and smiled apologetically. He attacked her clit then, his tongue flicking over the hard nubbin as she tried to stay still in the seat. He felt the little button throb against his tongue. He nibbled on it and teased it with the tip of his tongue. Her hands played in his hair and when he tried to pull back, she pulled his head back to her pussy. He slipped a finger into her and fucked her gently with it as he continued licking her pussy. She was impressed with his talent. His tongue danced across her clit and then would lick along her slit. She wiggled her pussy against his face as she felt the beginning of her orgasm starting to tear through her body. She tried to stop him and he shook his head no. She leaned back and bit her lip. Her juices flooded his face as she came and she shook in her seat. He nuzzled her pussy and continued to lap up the juices dripping out of her. He straightened on his knees and his cock was right at the entrance to her pussy. He slipped into her and she leaned forward, biting his shoulder. He felt so huge inside of her she could feel every ridge and vein of his cock as he fucked into her. His strokes were slow, but deep and she could feel the power in him as she wrapped her legs around him. He continued sliding in and out of her for a few minutes before pulling out. She tried to hold him in, but he took a hold of her legs and un-wrapped them. He helped her up and then sat down, pulling her down onto his lap with her back against him. His cock glistened in the light and he used it to slowly rub over her slit. He tapped it against her clit and she nearly giggled at the sound of the slapping skin as her juices ran over his cock and balls. He lifted her and pulled her onto his cock. His first stroke was so divine she nearly called out, not caring who heard her. She looked around the theater as he gently fucked her and nibbled on her neck. The young couple was in a similar position, except the girl was straddling her boyfriend and facing him so they could kiss. The young girl looked up and winked when she realized she was being watched. She whispered something to her boyfriend and he turned his head and licked his lips as he saw what was going on in the back corner of the theater. The older couples appeared to be staring at the screen, trying to ignore the younger people in the theater. One man looked back and his eyes widened. He whispered to the woman with him and she giggled. She looked back and gave the "thumbs up." The man pushed her head into his lap and a few second later the woman's head began bobbing. "We started a trend I think." He whispered against her neck, his breath tickling her ear. His cock throbbed in her pussy and he started fucking her just a little faster and a little harder. She used her legs to help push herself up and down on his cock. His hands on her hips, he helped lift her up so he could fuck up into her. Her pussy pulsed and throbbed with another orgasm and she shook against him. His cock tightened and she knew his orgasm wasn't far off. She slipped off his lap and when he protested, she quieted him by wrapping her lips around his cock. He fucked into her mouth as she leaned over his lap. His hands wrapped in her long hair he held her head still so he could control the pace. All too soon his cock jumped in the tight confines of her mouth and it was flooded with cum. She gulped it down and then slowly ran her tongue over his cock, cleaning him up. She sat up with a smile and zipped his pants and buttoned them. He smiled, kissing her cheek and then stood up. She looked up at him and he nodded at her and walked down the aisle. He stopped next to the young couple and whispered to the girl. The girl giggled and continued to bounce on her boyfriends lap. He looked up at her, sitting in the corner of the theater and smiled. He pulled her panties out of his pocket, held them up, turned and walked out. She jumped up, pulling down her skirt and rushed down the aisle. She heard applause behind her and when she turned. All the couples were clapping and smiling at her. She curtseyed and dashed to the door. She nearly ran into an usher. "Did you see a tall man wearing a dark shirt and jeans come out of the theater?" She asked breathlessly. The usher was staring down her shirt and she realized her bra was still undone. "He went outside a moment ago. Is there something I can do for you?" He smiled at her and stared at her hardening nipples. She turned from him and rushed to the exit leading out of the theater. The man was nowhere in sight. She turned back to the theater and decided to just go home. She licked her lips, tasting him. She decided to come back next weekend and see another movie, hoping he would be here again. The Movies It's early on a Saturday evening. We had spent the day running errands, cleaning house, the usual weekend chores. Now we were ready for some fun. We talk for a bit, and decide to go to a movie. We start to go get changed, and you catch my arm, holding me back. You smile; a slow, wicked looking grin, and say, "Wear a skirt, will you?" I merely smile seductively back, and move to the the bedroom. I carefully select a loose silk shirt in a rich burgundy color, and a bright flowered skirt, long and flowing. I carefully roll thigh high stocking up my legs, thinking of what I want to do to you in the theater, what I want you to do to me. I feel a sexy little smile break out on my face, and a delicious shiver of anticipation. After a few minutes, we are both ready to go, and we jump into the car and drive the short distance to the theater. It's a sultry summer evening, near sunset, with a soft breeze blowing through the open window. I let my mind drift, and soon I am imagining your hand running up my leg in the darkness of the theater. I feel my cheeks flush, and I glance shyly at you. I sometimes wonder if you know how very much I lust after you, how exciting your body is to me, how much I need and want you. You glance over at me and smile softly, your eyes sparkling, and I wonder if you are thinking the same erotic thoughts I am. You take my hand and squeeze it tight in yours, running your thumb over the back of my hand. I shudder slightly, amazed at how such a simple touch can affect me so strongly. We finally arrive, and after purchasing our tickets, we head into the darkened auditorium. I feel your strong hand lightly grip my elbow and steer me to some seats in the very last row. It's not crowded; just a few couples scattered throughout the room. I see you glance around, then sit down. I watch your strong thighs as they stretch your tight jeans, never tiring of looking at them, remembering how they feel between mine. How the hair roughened thickness of them never fails to arouse me. I take my seat, too, the dark red cushion soft and sensuous against me. I lean back, my mind drifting, wondering why you asked me to wear a skirt. I did, but what you don't realize yet is that I didn't wear any panties under it, just those thigh high stockings. We settle in and watch the previews. I feel your roughened hand run up and down my forearm lightly, and I shiver delicately. A web of sensuality starts to weave around me; the heat from your big hard body close to mine in the soft darkness reaching out to penetrate through my thin clothing. The intimacy of the darkened theater makes me feel reckless and aroused. I look around the room, taking note of the few couples seated away from us. The movie finally starts, and we scrunch down in our seats. My soft hair spills over your shoulder as I lean my head against you. Again noticing there is no one close to us, I can't help but think that you chose these seats deliberately. Nimble fingers start to run and down up my silky thigh, then bunch to pull the skirt up inch by delicious inch. My eyes dart around the room, and I feel nervous but excited. As you begin to massage my long thigh muscles, I moan softly, feeling those strong fingers digging into my flesh. Unconsciously my legs part, my body sending erotic signals to yours. Those magic fingers go higher on my thigh, meeting bare skin between the top of my stocking and where my panties should be. The back of your hand brushes against my soft curls,and I feel you jump. You turn quickly to look at me, and I smile at you in the dark. Your eyes glitter at me in the darkness, and I feel your excitement mounting. "You little slut," you whisper to me, and your hand turns to cup my sex, feeling warm and hard against me. Glancing down, I see the bulge beginning to grow in your crotch, just like I knew it would when you made your little discovery. I scoot down more in my seat, spreading my thighs wider still. Your long fingers start to boldly explore the slick, wet folds. My body starts to heat up, and I feel goosebumps rise on my skin, my nipples puckering and hardening as the sensations increase in intensity. Feeling so excited, sitting there in the dark with you, being so willing, arousal surges through me. I feel a boldness, a hot rush of lust, my whole body aching for your touch. Hooking the leg away from you over the arm of the seat next to me, my breath starts coming in little pants. Lifting briefly away from me, then sliding inside the elastic waistband of my skirt, that incredible hand glides over my softly rounded belly. I pull my loose shirt out and put it over your arm and push the skirt down over my legs. Now no one can see what you are doing to me. Darts of apprehension stab me even as my heart starts to pound, but the delicious wickedness of what we are doing makes me brave enough to continue. Stroking my wet center, those long fingers so expert, knowing me so intimately, and the excitement rushes through my body. I sigh softly, scooting further down, opening myself up to you more. A middle finger penetrates me suddenly, and I cry out. I quickly put my hand over my mouth, blushing furiously. A couple sitting near us turns, and the woman and I exchange knowing glances before she turns back around. I see you smiling out of the corner of my eye, and I elbow you in the ribs lightly. You respond by shoving two thick fingers deep inside me. I inhale sharply. One hand grips the arm of the chair, the other my inner thigh, my fingernails digging into my flesh as you continue to torment me. My nipples feel puckered and hard, pressing against my lacy bra. My whole body feels alive from your loving touch. My entire attention refocuses on those fingers on me. They slip in and out, the slickness of my body making them glide easily. Shoving them in deeper, stroking the very core of me, your thumb rasps over my swollen clit at the same time, and I start to shake. Every time with you is like the first time, exciting and new, yet so very familiar. My body responds perfectly to yours, as I give myself freely and unconditionally into your care. I try to suppress a small groan, with little success. You stop suddenly, and lean down and whisper in my ear, "Not a sound now, understand?" Your warm breath makes me shiver again, and new goosebumps ripple over my skin. Nodding weakly. I tilt my hips upward even more, opening myself wider for your touch. As you rub my hard little clit again, my body helplessly responds, already straining, reaching for sweet release. Slowing down, teasing me, knowing how close I am, you torture me with your clever fingers. Sliding them all the way inside again, your palm cupping me, fingertips pressing inward and upward, and my climb continues. I try to reach between your legs, wanting to pleasure you too, but you push my hand away. "Not now, I am taking care of you now." The rest of the world fades away. Everything is centered on that hand between my legs, as long fingers penetrate me again and again, while your thumb goes to work on me. Only this time you let me go all the way. I explode on your hand, trying desperately to be quiet. I shove my sweater in my mouth to keep from crying out as the convulsions rocket through me. Your fingers continue to stroke in and out as I ride your hand wantonly. As the shudders start to fade, you are still stroking me, slowly, softly, and then just leaving them deep inside. My stomach and inner thigh muscles continue to quiver. I love the way you make me feel, soft, yielding, yet powerful, sexy, all woman. With trembling breaths I start to relax, and I look over at you. You have that smug look on your face you get every time you make me cum. "I love you," I whisper. But just wait until I get you home, buddy. * The Movies by Cathy O'Niel copyright 2012 The Movies with Desiree Desiree and her entire family were over at my parent's house one lazy Saturday afternoon in June. I had just gotten out of the pool, and grabbed a hamburger and a beer. My sister had gone upstairs to get ready for a party she was attending with her boyfriend. My brothers, along with Desiree's brother took their bikes and went to the park to play ball with the neighborhood kids. My dad was at the grill, and our respective parents were sitting around the table with us. We were all just sitting around talking about random stuff. I kept sneaking a look at Desiree and noticed her looking back. Every once in a while, she would do something to get my attention, like look over at me, or play snap the waist of her bikini. Then she would give me a look, or do something else to tease me. My god she was a tease. Once she brushed the side of my thigh under the table and when I looked over, she ran her tongue lightly, seductively across her lips. Another time she turned to engage me in conversation, leaned her arms on the table and her huge 40DD tits on her forearms. She then proceeded to lean in so that her tits started bursting out of her bikini top, showing a huge amount of cleavage, and the top part of her dark areolas. My cock stirred, but I managed to continue my half of the conversation. Then, she dropped her fork on the ground, leaned over to retrieve it, and gave my cock two strokes with her hand on the way up, making it now impossible for me to leave the table. I had a few more gulps of my beer, helping my cock down to a less obvious, semi-hard state when Desiree's mother asked, "Are either of you doing anything tonight or just staying home?" Desiree answered "I have no plans, what about you, Jack?" "Nothing as of right now. I might give Greg a call later." "Do you want to see a movie with me?" Desiree asked. I have to admit I would not object to sitting in a dark movie theatre with Desiree, but I know her all too well. She had something up her sleeve. Undoubtedly that something would end up with one or both of us popping off, but I also suspected it would not involve a movie. I thought about it and decided not to be TOO easy. "I don't think there's anything playing I'd like to see." "That's a shame. What are you going to do, stay home alone on a Saturday night?" "No, I'll call Greg." "Greg? The one who hasn't had a date since the Mets won the World Series? Greg, whose idea of a good time is sitting around playing Monopoly? That Greg?" "Ummm yes. That Greg. The one who's been my best friend since before you were born." "Well, that Greg is working tonight. Don't forget he works with Charlene, and she mentioned that they were BOTH working tonight. So... your choices are: Movie with me, or stay here with them." She motioned at our respective parents. I said nothing. "Fine, than, it's settled. Go upstairs and change out of your bathing suit. Then you can give me a ride home so that I can change, and off we go." At that point, Nancy, Desiree's mom chimed in, "That's ok I am ready to go anyway. I can drive you home and Jack can pick you up later." If Desiree was disappointed not to have me drive her home she didn't show it. Nor was she surprised by her mother's offer. Maybe we were JUST going to a movie. I was slightly disappointed, but not devastated. Desiree was nice, she was sexual and in addition to being my first fuck, she was fantastic at it. There is another side to her. It is a side that likes to tease, and not in a good way. I always felt like she'd send me home with blue balls just because she felt like it. As for me, I am pretty tough. I have had my share of blue balls in my day, and believe me if that's where this went, fine. I'd go home, jerk off and go to sleep. I went upstairs and changed into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. I brought along a hooded sweatshirt for 2 reasons: first and foremost because it can get cold in movie theaters and second, because I could tie it around my waist in the event I had a hardon after the movie. I drove my Chevy over to Desiree's house and knocked. Her mom answered and invited me in. I sat and chatted with her briefly while waiting for Desiree. She came downstairs dressed in a loose t-shirt and a soft, upper thigh length skirt. I greeted her and asked if she was ready to go. She said that she was. "What time is the movie?" her mom asked. Desiree answered, "The movie starts at seven. We may stop at the diner afterward so we'll be home by 11." "Okay. Have fun. Enjoy the show." I drove to the movie theatre and we bought our tickets. We found our way to some seats. We were sort of toward the back, but the theater was about half full. The house lights went down and the movie previews ran, as well as those stupid commercials for Nachos and Popcorn. Finally after about 20 minutes the movie started. Desiree got comfortable leaning her head on my right shoulder, and of course her left breast in the crook of my arm. She placed a kiss on my cheek and then whispered, "Give me your hand. I have something for you." I did as I was told. I felt her guide my hand to her skirt. The fabric spread easily at her upper thigh, as there was a split in the fabric. (This was by design. I just never noticed). She guided my hand between her legs. She wasn't wearing any underwear! I took my hand and placed it on her pussy. It was already dripping. My fingers slid in easily, while my thumb found her swollen clit. I felt her breathe deeply as I fingered her. Her legs were curled up on the seat and I could feel her breath in short bursts in my ear. It was loud enough for me to hear, but nobody else would have been able too. I felt the muscles in her pelvis tense up as she became more and more aroused. Her hips wanted to involuntarily thrust, but the confined quarters didn't permit. I could see the outline of her nipples poking through her bra and t-shirt. Her breathing quickened and quickened and she crushed her body against me. She reached down and grabbed my hand. She grabbed three of my fingers and shoved them hard up to the knuckles into her dripping cunt. Then she held her breath, and I felt her pussy squeezing my fingers. She was having an orgasm! Her juices flooded my hand, and she released her breath. I could feel her panting inaudibly, as her pussy continued to twitch. Finally, when she was done, I removed my hand. She grabbed it and brought it to her mouth, licking it clean. She leaned into me and started kissing me. She reached her hand down and felt my stiff cock straining in my jeans. She opened the button of my jeans and quietly slid my zipper down. Then she reached in and started massaging my cock softly and slowly. Desiree leaned into me and put her head on my shoulder while she gently massaged me. Every once in a while, she would move her hand up to the head and milk out another drop of pre-cum. She would switch hands and bring her other hand to her mouth to lick it off. I could feel my load building up in my balls, but she never brought me to the edge. I felt like I was in a dream, getting stroked off in a movie theater. The movie was getting close to an end. I couldn't take it any more and she knew it. Desiree could sense that she couldn't hold off my orgasm any more. I could feel my load building up in the base of my cock. Precum was dripping down my shaft. I was so close. Desiree leaned over and whispered, "What are you going to do with it?" I hadn't thought about that. "I don't care. I'll leave here with a big wet spot somewhere." She looked around. "Keep your eyes open, be quiet and HURRY UP!" With that she pulled my cock out of my boxers and put her head down, engulfing me in her hot mouth. She instantly took my entire length in her mouth and deep throated me. She wrapped her throat around the head and started to swallow. I was done. My body tensed up, I held my breath. My load raced into my cock and then started to spasm, blasting the first shot into her throat. Feeling this Desiree released me from her throat and came up, keeping only the tip in her mouth. She licked the sensitive underside of the head while I pumped an endless amount of cum into her mouth. My dick was convulsing and she was keeping control of it with her mouth. When I was finished, she followed her usual routine. She sucked my cock dry and then licked it clean. Then she gave me a deep French kiss to be sure I tasted what she did for me. Relaxed, we finished our movie, went to the diner and went home. The Moving This following incident actually happened. I only changed the names for obvious reasons. All comments welcome at o_anouvis@hotmail.com It was right after Christmas a few years ago. My wife Janet and I had decided to move since we did not particularly like the area we were living, although the house was really nice. After the decision was made we had slowly started packing our staff. Two days later my sister Anne called to see how we were doing and when I told her we were moving she offered to come and help with the packaging. Janet and I thanked her but didn't see any serious reason for her to travel all the way from the other side of the state just to help for some little packaging. She insisted, though, saying she needed a break anyway so we agreed. Anne had just finished with a messy divorce and she was bringing her 5-year-old daughter with her. The next day she drove to our folks' where she left my niece and then came to us. We were happy to see her as we don't see each other that often. I've always had a little crush on my younger sister (by two years); when we were kids we had often played those games, like "doctor" or "mom and dad", or "doctor and patient". We had started off quite innocently but after a few years the situation got a bit more serious. We would see each other's private parts, later we started touching as well, and when we got in high school I asked Anne if I could lick her pussy! She was disgusted at first, but after several times of me asking her she gave in; so I licked a girl's pussy for the first time and it was my sister's! After that first time she was always willing to spread her legs open for me and I had the time of my life licking and sucking my own sister's pussy, when others didn't even know what a pussy looked like! When we had stopped I was 19 and Anne was 17! We never actually, really fucked; we came very-very close to that on numerous occasions, but it never happened, at least not properly. Anne had seen my cock hundreds of times, held it and played with it and with my balls nearly as many times, but she never touched it with her mouth. She allowed me to put my cock head just inside her pussy lips but when it would reach her hymen she would stop me. She let me feel her (very wet) cunt many times; she was always ready (although she never admitted it) to open her legs so I could eat her; she showed me her tits (which were really big, even bigger than all other girls her age and sometimes older), she let me touch them and suck on them, but not too many times; once she even let me put my hard dick in that valley between her heavy boobs and that stayed in my memory for years, initiating many masturbatory sessions! Even though many years had passed and we both got married (now she was divorced), my biggest wet dream was to be able to have another session with my sister, but go all the way this time. She would suck me off and dry, I would come inside her mouth and she would swallow all my sperm down her throat. Then I would fuck her for hours: fuck her fantastic cunt with those big, meaty lips without a condom and shoot my load deep inside her womb; fuck her tiny, brown asshole with some K-Y jelly; and finally, fuck those huge, heavy breasts and come all over them and she would lick everything off with her tongue. I was standing there admiring my now 26-year-old sister Anne having a chat and giggling with my wife. Her body was a killer! She was never overweight but her curves were always there. She was wearing a soft buggy T-shirt and some tight jeans. The sunlight coming in was on her as she stood by the patio door and it was outlining the shape of her massive boobs: they had to be at least 39DD! And that ass, mmm, God, my erection was almost painful! We had a coffee all together and did some catching up with our respective lives. Anne said she was so glad to get away from that house of hers where everything reminded her of that "bastard" (her ex-husband). Janet asked her if she was seeing anyone else at the moment and she said no, it was far too soon to even think about something like that right now. She would have to go without the sex for a while, she said and everyone laughed; my dick, though, didn't think it was funny! I was 28 and so was my wife; our sex life was great but it made no difference, I badly wanted to have sex with my sister! For the past nine years absolutely nothing even remotely sexual had happened between us but this time for some reason I had a hunch in my guts: something good was coming my way! We started packaging and only stopped around 2 in the afternoon to catch some lunch. We called a pizza place and had some pizzas and beers brought over. Although it was December it was a really nice sunny day and we had lunch outside, washing it down with some cool beer; it was great. We had some more coffee later and then started packing again. By 8 o' clock in the evening we had almost everything finished. We even dismantled our big double bed and had the wood planks tied up all together; we had left the mattress because we had to sleep somewhere for the night as the moving truck would come the next morning. It was then when we realized that there was a problem with the sleeping arrangements: before we knew my sister was coming me and Janet knew that we would sleep on the mattress; now, though, it was three of us. Anne was very cool when she said that we could sleep all together on the mattress; that way we would keep each other warm, as well, since there was no central heating and the fire in the fireplace wasn't possible to be kept all night. Janet didn't have any problem with that, so why would I have? I started feeling all excited with the potential prospects of this; later when we were done we all had showers and had another delivery, Chinese this time. We sat and had dinner with our chopsticks and drank beer out of paper cups since everything was packed away. Later we started a fire in the fireplace and sat, exhausted but happy and relieved. We had a very good time, joking, laughing, remembering stories from the past and sipping brandy from paper cups, from a bottle that was left out especially for that. Around 23:00 everyone was knackered and we agreed it was time for bed since our troubles weren't over just yet: we still had the next day to cope with. Anne went to the bathroom and when she came back she had a light tracksuit on. She said she didn't think it would be that cold with the three of us on the mattress but better be safe than sorry; then she jumped on the mattress, on the right side, and covered up. Janet agreed and when she left for the bathroom I decided to test the waters: I mumbled that I was too tired to wait up for Janet and pulled my jeans down! Of course I had underwear on, and I was facing the hall as I was stood, but I had turned my eyes to the right to see what my sister was doing, and although the light was dim, I was absolutely sure she was looking at my bulge! I was more than glad because I had a massive hard-on, which was impossible for her not to notice! I pulled up my tracksuit bottoms and a T-shirt on and I turned just one second too soon for her: I saw her eyes going immediately from my erection to my face and I could swear she was blushing! I pretended I hadn't noticed anything and when Janet came back I went to the bathroom. After I cleaned my teeth and calmed down a bit from my excitement I pulled the tracksuit bottoms off along with my briefs and then put just the tracksuit bottoms on again: now I had no underwear on! I got back to the girls and Janet said she wanted to sleep on the left side of the mattress so she would be closer to the fire and a little bit warmer; that left me having to sleep in between of my wife and my sister, which was a dream come true by itself! Just what I thought and hoped would have happened! This was way beyond my wildest dreams! I kicked my shoes away and slipped under the covers, trying not to get too close to Anne already! Janet came, too, we all said goodnight and then both girls turned their backs on me. In less than ten minutes I could hear them both breathe heavily and I knew they had fallen asleep. I, on the other hand, was wide-awake, although exhausted. My cock was raging to all its 81/2 inches: I never remembered it being so big and so hard! Very-very carefully, I pulled my bottoms down inch by inch till it was down to my knees; then I turned my body to the right and slowly came towards Anne until I felt my throbbing dick touching her firm ass! I almost came right there! A little bit more and my steel-hard member was nestled right between my sister's ass cheeks! I had to stop for a few minutes, not doing anything, as the excitement was too much. Then I reached with my left hand and, carefully, grabbed Anne's fantastic ass: oh, God, was this really happening? Was I grabbing my sexy sister's ass again after so many years? Anne moved slightly in her sleep and I got really scared, but it was nothing. After I massaged my sister's butt for a while I decided it was time to be bold: I lifted my hand and slowly placed it on left breast; I realized two things then: first, Anne wasn't wearing a bra; and second, she had the biggest, softest, most amazing tits I had ever touched in my whole life! Of course they were a lot bigger than those times when we were playing as kids. My sister moved again and I had to back off a little just in case. I needed some rest anyway so I turned and laid on my back; then Anne turned herself in her sleep and readjusting herself she ended up on her left side facing me. Her hand brushed lightly on my bare thigh and landed on the mattress, a few inches away from my dick! I was trembling now: I turned my body and moved just a little closer to her until I felt my swollen cock head touching my sister's hand! I managed to push slightly and when most of my prick's length was inside Anne's hand she instinctively closed it! This was beyond belief! I had to grit my teeth so I wouldn't fill my sister's hand with sperm right there! Then I got braver: I put my own hand on top of hers and started jerking myself off with her hand in between! I was going from head to balls, but after a few very pleasant strokes she pulled her hand away. "Oh, shit", I thought, "she's awake!" but she wasn't; she just turned her back to me again and started breathing heavily. I was way too excited now, I wanted more; I moved closer to Anne once again, holding my huge dick with my left hand and guiding it towards my sister's big ass. When it touched her buttocks I guided it lower till it slipped between her cheeks and was right on her cunt! Only the thin material of her tracksuit bottoms was in between our genitals! I could feel the upper side of my cock head touching her pubic bone. Then I reached with my hand under her top and slowly made my way to her breasts; almost shaking, my fingers touched my sister's massive tits, on the skin, with no garment in between, after nine long years! My palm was absolutely full with tit flesh and it wasn't even covering half of it! I remember Anne having inverted nipples when she was younger but now obviously this wasn't a case any more: her nipples were sticking out almost an inch! "Being in heaven must feel just like this", I thought to myself. After playing with my sister's ample and heavy breasts I was ready to explode! I slowly moved my hand from her top to her bottoms and I carefully touched her crotch, exactly where my fully erect cock was. She was red-hot and a little damp! I started rubbing the area between Anne's thighs, the one I hadn't touched since we were teenagers. Her cunt felt like it was on fire! Then it happened: she didn't say a word, but I knew she was awake because first she grabbed my hand with hers and moved it away from between her legs and then she straightened out her tracksuit and moved away from me! Now, though, I was way too aroused to leave it there: I moved closer to her and put my hand again between her thighs! Anne tried to close her legs but I was faster; my hand was on her crotch again and my palm was covering the whole area. This time she didn't try to move my hand away and that made me braver. I started stroking her pussy, enjoying every second of it! And her being awake and knowing perfectly well what I was doing to her made it even more exciting! I tried to spread her legs a little, and to my amazement she opened them and left them open! I now had full access to my sister's forbidden area, her sweet cunt! Jesus, was I dreaming, or what? Next thing I knew, I was trying to get my hand inside her tracksuit bottoms! Anne wasn't going to give in easily this time: she grabbed my hand again and stopped it; then she said: "Stop it, Derek, are you nuts???!! Janet is sleeping next to you!" she said, trying to be firm and strict, but whispering so she wouldn't wake my wife. "She's a heavy sleeper, don't worry", I said, being braver than never before. My hand went back in between her legs; she protested again: "Stop it, Derek, please, we are brother and sister, it's wrong!! And you're married, as well! God, this is incest, for Christ's sake!". All this time my hand was already on my sister's cunt, rubbed it outside the garment for a while without her trying to move it away (so I knew she didn't really mean what she was saying) and then slowly went on her waistband and inside: my fingers traced her flat stomach, her soft belly, her thick pubic hair and, finally, her hidden treasure. As soon as my fingers came in contact with my sister's pussy lips she let a low growl and she spread her thighs as far as they would go! I was delirious; I started feeling Anne's pubic area all over; her cunt was drenched it was making funny wet noises under my fingers. Her cunt lips were massive, fat, thick and meaty: God, I loved playing with them! They were actually so wet, they felt like they were dipped in syrup. My middle finger found her clit, which I remembered from years ago being very big and very sensitive to the touch. I started playing with it and that drove my sister mad! In a few seconds she was coming with a vengeance! She was so noisy and wiggling her body around, I honestly thought she would wake my wife up! Thank God that didn't happen, though. I needed to come, as well, and badly! When Anne recovered from her orgasm she reached with her hand and she found my steel-hard cock. She whispered in my ear: "My God, Derek, what's this? I remember you being big, but not this big! This thing is massive! Janet is one lucky bitch!" All this time she was stroking my erection making it almost painful for me. "Sis, I 'm all hard and ready for you, now; all this big thing is for you!" She pulled her hand away as if suddenly my dick burned her. "No, Derek, no, please, we've got to stop now, or we'll both regret it tomorrow!". "I don't know for you, Anne, but I'm sure as hell I won't!", I said and I put my arm under her head; then my mouth found hers. That was the turning point, it seems: she responded right away, instinctively, and her tongue found mine. In no time at all we started kissing like crazy, like never before in our lives. My other hand went under her top again and found the object of my affection, her huge tits. "Wait!" she said and with one swift movement she managed to take that top off and throw it to the side. "Take your bottoms off", I said, as I was taking mine, and then my bottoms. I was stark naked now, and so was my sister! My mouth found Anne's ear and bit it playfully; then I whispered: "Open up your legs, baby" and she obeyed. I rolled my body and positioned myself right between Anne's silky-soft thighs; I could feel her cunt's wetness all over my stomach! I put my hands next to her head on each side and I supported my body to move upward; then I felt my sister's hand grabbing my huge prick and guiding it towards her opening! Almost like I was dreaming, I felt my cock head parting Anne's drenched, fat cunt lips; with just one single movement I pushed and my huge organ was buried to the hilt, deep inside my sister's body! I could feel her velvety pussy walls all around my cock and the head pressing on her cervix! "Gggnnnhhhn!!!", she groaned, trying to bite her lips and her hand to muffle her screams. I managed to put her legs over my shoulders and now I had perfect access to her wide-open cunt; both my hands found her heavy tits, grabbed and started squeezing them as I was fucking her, my own sister!! My balls were overloaded with sperm, which I intended to shoot right inside my sister's womb! I wasn't wearing a condom so I hoped that she was on the pill; otherwise, we would have to think about that later! "Fuck me, Derek, fuck your little sister, oh God, this is heaven, mmmm, yes, I'm coming, nowwwwwwww!!!!". Anne managed to whisper all that in my ear without making too much noise. It was quite strange, though, that Janet slept through the whole thing. My rock-hard dick went on pumping my sister's juicy cunt like a piston, in, out, in, out, till I was ready to explode: "Come on, baby, give me your pussy, I'm fucking your pussy, my sister's pussy! God, I'm coming, ooooh, baby, take my sperm, I'm spilling my seed inside you, sis, take your brother's sperm, come on, Anne, take my cock, take it all inside you! Mmmmm, sis, I love your massive tits, I just love your fucking huge knockers!!" and then I started pumping a red-hot load of come deep inside Anne's body; at the same time my mouth found her big boobs and started sucking on them like crazy. This was too much for my sister: she started coming again like a volcano exploding, burying her nails in my back, pulling me even deeper inside her. Even though my balls were empty, I kept pumping, as my erection hadn't subsided at all. My mouth kept savoring my sister's knockers and I felt the happiest man alive! I managed to give Anne one more orgasm and then I started slowing down, as I was in no position to come again so soon. That was the most intense fuck of my life, and it was with my sister! We lay there for a few minutes cuddling, kissing, touching each other all over, with my cock still deep inside Anne's pussy. I was exhausted but unbelievably happy; the fantasy that was haunting my mind for years, to have sex, proper sex, with my sister now we were adults, had finally become a reality. I just hoped that this wasn't a dream, like many times in the past, which would disappear in the morning. "We've got to get dressed, Derek, and get some sleep" my sister said. We put our clothes back on, kissed on the lips passionately and, trying to keep some distance between our bodies, fell asleep, contentedly. I was the first to wake up; both girls were still asleep. I instinctively went for my dick and when I found it all sticky and a bit sore I knew it had actually happened at night: I had fucked my sister, at last! I was immensely excited and terrified at the same time: what if Janet knew what had happened and just pretended to be asleep? What if Anne had already regretted having sex with her brother and wouldn't let me near her any more? What if Janet found out later? I shook all these thoughts away (I tried, at least) and got up. Carefully I headed for the bathroom and I had a nice hot shower. I immediately felt better, and so did my prick! I washed it and cleaned it, as the rest of my body, and with my sister's hot body in my mind again, I felt it rise again to the occasion! I dried myself, put some fresh boxers on and my robe and came out. Anne was there, waiting; my heart jumped to my throat as I saw her. She blushed when she saw me, trying to avoid eye contact, and said "Good morning". "Good morning, sis" I said, but somehow felt it improper to ask if she had slept well. She went inside and closed the door and I went to the kitchen to fix us all some breakfast. Janet was getting up then; she yawned, stretching her arms wide, and I waved: "Morning, sleepy head. Want some breakfast?". She nodded "yes" and got off the mattress slowly. She came over to me as I started preparing the coffee, grabbed my buttocks from behind and kissing my neck she said: "Good morning, hon. Had a nice sleep?" I almost jumped, but not because she grabbed my ass. "Not bad, baby; you?" "It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, actually", she said, and I wondered what she meant.