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Movie

By: LaJan



I had lost my virginity at the ripe old age of 20 years to Madelyn (a high school student I had dated), but, a few months later, I lost my innocence with Beverly. We met in my second year of college. I was still hurting badly from the end of a relationship I had been sure would lead to marriage. Bev was just the kind of 'medicine' a completely lost soul seeks out and often finds. Up until then, I had no idea what a good physical relationship with a woman (or man, for that matter) was. But, Beverly guessed that I would be good and she made it her goal to make me 'all that I could be'! She thought I'd be good enough to make a living at it. I hadn't a clue; I just knew that I craved her body like I craved nothing else in my life. I was agreeable to being trained as long as I got lots of her. So, we set out to teach me how to use my body to perform almost any way I wanted. This is one of the stories that happened as part of that training.

Bev and I had enjoyed all of the basics, played most of the games, and practiced increasing my 'time' control. I had learned where to touch, how much, and when; how to tease and coax; and most of what not to do. But, with experience with only one other woman, I needed exposure to other styles to learn all the subtle variations and varieties of sex. So, we did the only thing young people could do at the time: we jumped in the car and went to the adult movies. (In 1976, there were no DVD players, and VCR's with porno movies to rent were not very common. And, with the price of a Sony Betamax around $1000, it's no wonder...)

We didn't bother to check the newspapers before leaving; starting times and movie titles didn't matter. We just jumped into the car and drove south. Taking the Fruitridge Road exit east, we turned at Stockton Blvd. and turned into the Manor Shopping Centre. One of the three adult movie theaters that we were familiar with in Sacramento, the Manor Theater was a large, old theater that probably once showed first-run family movies. It had room for hundreds of customers, and a large snack bar and lobby, and heavy purple curtains that covered the huge screen and separated the lobby from the actual movie viewing room. The seats were extremely well padded (and also deep purple) but badly worn with neglect and age.

There was light rain as we drove up to the theater. We parked close to the doors and ran in. The man at the ticket booth glared at us and demanded ID from both of us. (Beverly was short and slightly heavy with medium length light brown hair. She looked about 15 years old. At the time, I was tall, very skinny, and wore my hair long in a natural. If I had been in his shoes, I would have carded two kids like us, too. But, he did more staring at my black skin then he did at either driver's license).

Being the good-natured kid I was, I pretended not to notice him and hung all over Beverly as we paid and walked through the curtains under his disapproving glare. I wondered what he would think if he knew how much Beverly likes to be fucked!

Beverly stopped just inside the curtains because the lights were on and we could see the crowd. The usual suspects were all in attendance: dirty old men that sit alone and as far from anyone else as possible to avoid getting caught 'spanking the monkey'; young couples adding a little sleaze to their lives; and a few 18 year olds, going to their first 'dirty movie' alone. You could tell them from the old men from the back because the kids slouched as much as possible to avoid being seen and the old men sat up and leaned forward, eager for the movie to start. We also saw something rather unusual: there were two young guys sitting together and talking quietly. Beverly pointed them out even as I saw them and she got that 'fuck me' look in her eyes.

"What do you think about them?" she asked, nodding towards a pair seated alone.

From the back, I too, could tell that they were young and out of place together in this place. But, I got no real impression about them. Shrugging, I shook my head.

"Ok, then let's get a better look," she whispered and started walking slowly down the center aisle, casually glancing to the left and right, pretending to look for the place she wanted to sit. We passed them and Beverly took a good, long look, which prompted one of them to slouch even lower in his seat. This time I got a good look and saw that they were very young; I doubted that they were inside legally. They were just two kids who were obviously out to see their first movie. They had popcorn, Cokes, and boxes of candy, (all of which 'old pros' like me skip because nobody can eat during this stuff!) and one returned Beverly's stare with his own and a sly smile, too.

That was all the Beverly needed to see. She picked seats for us about three rows in front of them and to the side and sat in the seat closest to them. Almost immediately, she stood again and slowly took off her wet coat. She was wearing a ridiculously short skirt and a see-through blouse with no bra. (Except for shoes and socks, that was her entire ensemble for a cold winter's night in the rain!) She made sure that she gave the boys a nice look at her huge tits and even the bottom edge of her panties, bending forward slightly. I was biting my lip, trying not to laugh out loud but I could hear the boys talking excitedly.

One of the problems with publicly watching these movies is the dirty old men. It would be fine if they just sat and watched, looked at pretty patrons from their seats, or jerked off to their heart's content. But, seeing so much of Beverly showed them a better show than they were expecting on the screen, and some of them changed seats, boldly moving around us in a lazy circle. If the circle got too small, they would be too close for Beverly to do what she planned so she turned to me.

"I want to sit right here and I want to invite the kids to sit with us. Are you all right with that?"

"Sure. Just don't get us thrown out of here!" I said. She gave me a slow and deep kiss, letting everyone see, then got up and went to the restroom. On her way back, she sat by the boys and talked for a few minutes. Returning to her seat with them close behind was enough to get most of the old farts moving again, still hoping to get a better view, but they did manage to get seated on Beverly's left side just before the movie started.

Bev told me their names and they were young; both had turned 18 within the last few days. They introduced themselves and we sat back to watch the movie. Not!

Beverly never just sits and watches; she always places one of my hands on her tits or under her panties and today was no exception. She raised her skirt (Yeah, right. It was so short that it disappeared as soon as she sat down!) and slid my hand down to and into her hot, wet pussy. (ooops, 'cunt'. One of my lessons was to use the right word at the right time. And, when Beverly is just 'fucking' and not 'making love' or 'having sex', her vagina goes from being called a 'pussy' to a 'cunt'. That way, there is no doubt about what you are doing with who and why.).

I was getting into the movie (It was one of the best I'd seen. I think it was entitled, "Uncontrolable Urges", starring Andrea True, who went on to even more fame and glory singing, "More, More, More [How do you like it?]".) but Beverly was getting wetter by the second. I pulled out my hand and she looked at me.

"If we go on like this, you are going to be in trouble long before we get out of here!" I whispered. "I think we need to go and 'plug that leak'!"

She laughed quietly and returned my hand to it's frequented 'home-away-from-home'. She answered by sliding down in her seat and spreading her legs. I massaged her cunt, trying not to build her up too much too quickly but I couldn't slow her and continue to push fingers into her.

I was about to tell her that when I saw that she was rubbing a tit and looking directly into the closest boy's eyes. He glanced up nervously at me but immediately down at Beverly again. Beverly turned and kissed me and asked if I would mind if she let him touch, too. I said 'no' and started to remove my hand. She stopped me quickly and frowned. When my mouth dropped open, she smiled and I nodded. Turning back to the boy, she talked for a long time while the other boy leaned closer to listen, too. Soon, he had a hand on Beverly's chest and she just closed her eyes and let her arms hang at her sides. She came in my hand twice (hiding her orgasm from the boys but soaking my hand and her panties). After the second one, she pulled me close to her and kissed me. Beverly then asked the big question: would I be all right if she got sexual with one or both of them? I looked at the boys again and decided that they looked o.k. (I would not need to worry in a fistfight with both.) and they pretty much seemed like cool guys.

Then, I looked at them from her perspective - sexual. For the first and last time in my life, I tried to decide if I would want to be with a male. I couldn't find anything that seemed impossible about it (Except anal sex with me participating with them. That seemed completely impossible!) So, I told her that it would be fine if they agreed and with the exceptions. She turned to the boys and talked for a very long time - long enough for me to see a lot of the movie.

When I turned back to her, one boy's hands were under Beverly's blouse and she was talking steadily to the other! I dug a little deeper into her cunt and she wrapped a hand around mine, pushing down even more but she didn't turn around for a long time. She finally finished talking and kissed the other boy in the mouth, his hand still on her tits.

Bev turned to me finally and kissed me, grabbing the back of my head with her hand and holding me closer. When we stopped, she smiled and said that she was proud of me for kissing her right after she kissed the boy. I told her that I did not see 'seconds' or 'thirds' as a problem and she squeezed my hand with her cunt and whispered that I would get a chance to find out.

We left the boys in the theater and went to the car. There, she explained the arrangements: the boys were given directions to her apartment, when to meet us there, and were told what they could and could not do. They agreed to all of it and requested that there be no intentional direct contact between them and me. Beverly was disappointed with that but she'd agreed to it because she was going to get a lot of the rest she sought. She asked me again if I was ok with all of this and I assured her that it was no problem. She almost wrecked the car kissing me while driving!

I went into the bathroom at Bev's place and waited, taking off my clothes and she went to the bedroom, lighting candles and incense, before undressing. I heard the very quiet knock on her front door and she let them in. A few minutes later, she knocked on the wall, telling me that it was time.

I walked shyly into a room with three nude people on a king sized bed, arms and legs all in a kind of slow, lazy motion. Beverly was on her back, kissing the boy that didn't touch her in the movie (But, man, was he touching her now!). He was mostly lying near the upper right side of Bev's body, his right hand buried deep in her dripping cunt. The other boy was mostly on top of her, one of his legs between hers and sucking Beverly's other tit. Bev had her hand under the boy she was kissing; gently stroking him and her other was behind the other boy's neck. They all appeared to be comfortable with what they were doing and enjoying themselves.

I walked in and knelt on the bed by Beverly's unoccupied side and she stopped kissing long enough to give me a big kiss and a happy smile. The boys never looked at me and I guess that they were sure that, if the shit were going to hit the fan, it would hit now. They didn't need to worry, though. I had a massive hard-on and I could have easily just watched them until I came! It was so beautiful and so exciting that I wanted to watch as much as I wanted to do.

The boys shifted and one began licking Beverly's cunt while the other moved to the top of the bed and brought his large & hard cock to Bev's lips. She reached out and grabbed it while opening her mouth, taking the head in and sucking hard. She did that until the boy couldn't stand it anymore and pushed his cock into her mouth. It went in about half way and I held her face while he fucked her in the mouth, slowly, gently and not deeply. Beverly came again and wiped her wet cunt on the face that continued to eat her out, still sucking the cock in her mouth.

Pulling back his cock, that boy kissed Beverly and patted his friend on the back, who finally raised his wet face and tongue from Beverly. The other boy slowly eased between Beverly's legs as she spread them for him. He licked her cunt before lying down and pushing his big cock completely into Bev. I was looking into her eyes as he entered her and she gasped at the size and her eyes closed for a moment, but she gave no sign that she wanted it to stop. And, he was watching her, too. When she opened her eyes, he pulled back and pressed into her again. This time, she stiffened a moment but both the other boy and I rubbed her arms and legs, soothing her, relaxing her before he started fucking her for his pleasure. She let us know it was time by lifting her knees and spreading open beneath the boy. He kissed her and started fucking her in short, hard thrusts, using his hands on her hips to force her up to meet his cock with a loud, wet smacking sound. Still holding and rubbing her thighs, I felt the massive pounding he gave her and she began to pant, her nipples as hard as rocks bouncing as her big tits moved dramatically with each thrust. The boy began to sweat the grunt but he did not slow or tire for almost 15 minutes! By then, Beverly was tossing her head from side to side and moaning. When he started to come, he pulled back slowly and slammed his cock into her cunt, groaning loudly now, spasms rippling through his body as he poured his cum up her cunt.

He came for almost one full minute and I was dying to see what Beverly's crotch looked like but the other boy mounted her as soon as his friend was completely out and he shoved his short but thick cock through Beverly's lips and deep inside her, too. He was slower and he fucked her like he wanted it to last a long time: grinding around the edge of her cunt as though trying to stretch her wider, then plunging in with his strong, powerful hips flexing with each effort. And, while the other boy and I watched, he brought Beverly to a grinding orgasm and shot his cum in her as her cunt yielded to add it to his friend's.

He kissed her a long time as he drained his cock then pulled it out of her and stood at the foot of the bed a moment. This time, we all got a good look at a recently fucked cunt. I was sure I'd want to bury my head in it but, when I looked at Beverly, I couldn't resist fucking her, too. I lay down on her and slid my cock through piles of cum and began fucking her as hard as I could. I don't know why it was like that; I guess that seeing so much made me more aggressive. But, Beverly didn't mind at all! She wrapped her legs around me and cum was forced out of her as I pushed in. The boys held her legs up for her and she raised both her arms over her head where I held them, still fucking her deeply and thoroughly. Her cunt felt differently than it ever had before, probably from all the pounding and the cum, but it felt so good that I could hold back only a little while. I grunted and pushed my cumming cock as deep as I could in Beverly and gratefully added my cum to the boys'. I lay on her for a minute then realized that I was probably 'taking up space', so I rolled off her and, sure enough, the second boy was ready again and was fucking her evenly in seconds. Now, Beverly just lay there and let us move her into the positions we wanted to see her in or fuck her in. For almost 2½ hours, we took turns fucking her, stopping only long enough to change positions and cocks.

Near the end, I had been kissing Bev and she had been stroking both boys’ cocks. She turned her face to one boy and pulled him by his hard-on up to her face. This was the boy she didn't suck before. But, she made up for it now! She sucked and licked and nibbled it until he started to moan. She opened her mouth wide enough to get around his very thick prick and he came in her mouth, stroking with each cream- stream. I could see that Bev wanted to share it with me but there was just way too much and she had to start swallowing. Before he finished cumming though, his friend straddled Beverly's face, too, and came on her chin and cheeks until she released the first cock and sucked the last of the cum from the second! This time, she was able to avoid swallowing and, with cum all over her face and in her mouth, we kissed a long, long time.

My cock was hard again but the boys had to leave so we talked and laughed for the first time all night and said our goodbyes to them. They gave Beverly a number to reach them and left.

I could almost wait until Bev and I got back to the bedroom. Almost...

Movie



She couldn't believe she was thinking about doing it. She barely knew him. She met him online less than a week ago. He was smooth, and gentlemanly with just a hint of naughtiness. She had probably even been the one who started the naughtiness. What possessed her to suggest she was a sexual creature, she wondered. 

But then she couldn't believe she had let him kiss her. She had met him at a park -- a public place, what could that hurt? He had gently taken her hand while they walked. Then, after a curve in the path with no one around he had turned to her, gently run his hand along her cheek, and kissed her. He didn't ask; he just did it. And she let him. The kiss was sweet, and gentle, yet urgent, and hinting at more -- a great deal more. 'God, I am wet' she thought to herself, stunned that a single kiss could do that to her. She was a grown woman, with children and a husband, and here she was in a park, a virtual stranger making her knees weak from one kiss. Her tongue sought his out. 'Oh Lord, he knows he has me, what am I doing?' she thought. She knew she would see him again, wherever, whenever he wanted.

He was such a gentleman again afterward, and she was shocked she was disappointed by it. Every woman dreams of being treated that way. Yet she knew she wanted more and was scared by it. She also had a suspicion, a feeling in her gut, ('well,' she thought, 'a little below the gut') that he isn't really the gentleman he shows himself to be. The kiss, however gentle, hinted at something much more urgent, maybe even darker. And it was that hint that had made her so wet.

He wanted to see a movie, early in the day while her kids were in school and she didn't have work but her husband did. The timing wasn't really a surprise; it was the same when they went to the park. The surprise was the movie. It did not get very good reviews and wouldn't be in the theater more than a few more days. And who goes to see a romantic comedy at the 11:30 a.m. first showing of the day on a Wednesday? Then it occurred to her -- they will likely be the only ones there but they may not be. She knew she shouldn't go. She knew she would.

She nervously parked her car at the nearly empty lot of the multiplex. She saw him in the lobby. He had already purchased two tickets. He made no move to buy popcorn. 'Humph, so much for the gentleman,' she thought. But she knew she wasn't there for a movie and popcorn, or at least she now began to desperately hope that she wasn't.

The entrance to the theater was in the back. Upon entering, he immediately led her to the center of the back row, below the projector room. If anyone came into the theater they would have to turn their head immediately to see them. He had positioned them for maximum privacy despite being in a room that could seat 400 people. Not likely 400 people should happen to have decided to see this particular not-very-good-movie on a Wednesday morning. As she thought about fooling around with him in the theater with the potential that someone might come in, her nervousness and her excitement grew. Embarrassed, she realized her scent was obvious. She was blushing as the lights went down in the theater.

She would kid herself that she had no idea why she decided to wear a skirt with a blouse and matching bra and thong panties. But she knew why. She felt decadent and sexy just meeting him at the movie no matter what might happen, so she dressed the part, at least underneath. 

The lights dimmed and previews started. After only a moment or so of anxious anticipation, he leaned over to her, brushed her cheek with his hand, and whispered into her ear: "You look wonderful." Then, after a slight pause, while brushing her ear with his lips "and very, very sexy." He then guided her face to his and kissed her, just like in the park, except this time his lips parted sooner and she was more than ready to meet his tongue with her own. 

Lost in the kiss, she was disappointed when he broke it off. Her disappointment was replaced with shock though when he whispered in her ear again. 

"You are so sexy. Stand up, take off your panties and hand them to me."

She hesitated, looking at him slightly confused and slightly hurt. Did he really think she would do this? All they have ever done so far was kiss. But in the light of the movie she saw his smile. At first warm and comforting then she saw the devilish gleam in his eye. He looked so handsome; his kiss was so tender yet sexy. She knew not only that she would do it, but that she wanted to. 

While still sitting, he took her hand in his and guided her to standing. She slid her sandals off, standing barefoot on the movie theater floor. For a moment she thought about how disgusting that floor must be and what a tramp she was that she was about to do this. But do it she would. 

He sat back in his seat so he could watch her. She reached under her skirt, hooked a thumb in either side of the waist band of her thong, and shimmied her hips slightly as she slid the panties down her legs. She stepped out of them carefully, not yet ready to surrender all of her modesty in this public place, but sure enough, she handed them to him. She almost didn't notice when he felt the smoothness of the silky fabric and the moistness she knew was there before sliding them into his pocket. She was sure she would not be getting that pair back. She shuddered.

He invited her to sit back down. Gladly, she thought. Standing in the theater, whether or not anyone else was there, having just removed and handed her panties to a man who is not her husband, was uncomfortably embarrassing for her. Yet she knew she was sopping wet.

He reached down to the ankle farthest from him and caressed it with his finger tips. Then she felt him start to lift it. She assisted him and he guided her bare foot to the back of the seat in front of her. Mortified, she realized he wanted her to prop her legs up and apart, giving him free access to her sex. He lifted her other leg. It seemed to move of its own accord; however, and soon there she was, legs spread, skirt sliding up her thighs, seemingly on its own. No, she realized, it was her hand pulling up her skirt, revealing her freshly shaved, bare sex to him. Her lips were swollen and glistening with moisture in the soft light of the movie. 

She wanted to touch herself. She no longer cared who watched, she needed relief, badly. Sensing this, he moved in to kiss her, distract her for just a moment. Then, as the kiss increased in intensity, as their tongues fought for space against each other, she felt his hand on the underside of her thigh just above her knee. His fingers, with only the slightest of touch gently circled their way up her thigh towards her lips. From underneath, they grazed ever so close to her puckered rosebud but slid past to gently run the length of her lips towards her clit. She almost came when they touched her clit ever so gently. Swollen, throbbing, it longed for attention. The fingers, however, moved. The kiss continued. 

His fingers left their tease of her clit and slid back down between her lips, pressing a little this time, picking up moisture. He slid them the length of her sex and in this wanton position he had free access. He completed the trek ever so slowly and continued towards her other hole. 'He wouldn't,' she thought, 'not now, not so soon.' She was both relieved and disappointed when his fingers ever so lightly grazed and teased her bottom. All thought left her, though, when he slid back up between her lips and inserted two fingers deeply within her and his thumb found her clit. She gasped as he broke the kiss, pressing her hips up to meet his fingers and his thumb, and an orgasm racked her as he whispered in her ear "cum for me, Lisa, cum hard." She did.

As she began to slowly recover, gasping for her breath, she watched as he removed his fingers, brought them to his own lips and then one after the other sucked her juices from each finger, unmistakably savoring her taste. Then he stood and stepped to the corner of her seat facing her. She could see the unmistakable bulge in his pants. She was mesmerized by it. She put her feet down and began to sit forward on her seat. He unbuckled his belt, she reached for the hook of his pants, then slowly unzipped them. They fell to the floor.

Her face was now a foot away from his boxers, tented from his semi-erection. It seemed so large from this vantage point. She could feel heat emanating from his crotch, or that may simply have been the heat rising within her again. She reached up with both hands and gripped the waistband of his boxers from both sides. She slowly slid them down. Nearly fully hard, his cock strained against the fabric until the waist band began to push it down. The shaft, lit by the soft light of the movie, began to come into view for her. An inch, another inch, another, and another, and another. 

She found herself involuntarily leaning in, wanting to get closer to the object of her desire. Then although she knew it was going to happen, she jumped a little when it leapt free, no longer confined by the boxers. As close as she was, she was surprised at its size, the heat it gave off, the circumcised head bobbed before her, menacingly yet invitingly. It should have been ugly to her, yet it was beautiful and scary at the same time. She knew that thick, hard cock knows only one thing - fucking. The man attached to it may make love, he may cradle your face when he kisses you, caresses you, makes you feel special. But this, this throbbing, hot shaft with its pulsing vein and mushroom head is all animal lust. 

She was drawn to it. She reached up with both hands. One hand wrapped around the shaft, the other slid up his thigh to cradle his shaved sack. The theater was cold and his balls were hiding a bit, but her warm hand coaxed them down while she stroked the thick, hard shaft with her other hand. Her eyes never left the beautiful, thick cock before her. Without thinking about it or even realizing she was doing it, she leaned forward and kissed the head, catching the slight taste of pre-cum as well as taking in his scent. It didn't smell good or bad, but it smelled of man and it excited her further. She took in another lungful through your nose and was intoxicated by its essence. 

She sunk as much of him into her mouth as she could, trying to take it all but failing before she started to gag and backed off a little. She ran her tongue all over the head before sinking it back deep into her mouth. He held her head this time, forcing her ever so gently to take a bit more into her mouth towards her throat. He held her there as she started to gag, but just for a moment and before letting her back off. She now wanted to take more, it was important to her. She sunk down on it again and this time he pushed his hips forward to meet her. Again and again. As she was anticipating, looking forward to taking his seed in her mouth, down her throat, he pulled away. For the first time in what seemed like hours but was only moments, she looked up at him and away from his manhood, a pleading look in her eyes. She was desperate now to give him the pleasure he gave her. 

He guided her to her feet and kissed her again, deeply, his teeth bumped hers or maybe hers bumped his in an effort to push their tongues as far into the other's mouth than was possible. He gently guided her around so that her back was to him, kissing and licking her neck. Her knees began to give way; she reached back with both hands to catch herself on his hips. He reached insider her blouse, easily sliding her flushed breast from the cup of her bra. He took the nipple between his thumb and his forefinger and gently yet firmly massaged it. She couldn't believe it could become any harder and more sensitive, but it did. She held onto him for fear of falling. 

He took her hands from his hips, steadying her, then guided her to facing the seat she had just been in. Bending her over, he placed her hands on the seat back. She braced herself as he lifted her skirt over her bottom. She felt him run the head of his cock up and down her slit, moistening it, and then it happened. In one thrust, he buried himself deep inside her. Then again, and again, and again, with an animal fury he drove himself deeply within her. She came almost at once, weakening at the knees and elbows. He held her at the hips to keep her from falling and continued his assault. 

After only a few moments, he buried himself and held there, pumping his cum deep inside her. After his spasming stopped, his grip weakened and she collapsed into the chair before her, barely getting the hinged seat down before landing on the floor. He stood there, now half hard, glistening with their mutual juices. She looked first at his cock -- it continued to look beautiful to her. Were she not so exhausted, she would have taken it back into her mouth and savored the taste of the love they had made. She looked up at him, he was smiling at her. The devilish gleam still present, but yet his gaze was warm. There was no malice, no evil intent, merely a loving playfulness. 

He pulled his clothing back together and she regained her composure and stood on shaky legs. He kissed her sweetly, then, with no word said, led her to the ladies room, his cum dripping down her thighs, so she could clean up before heading home. When she emerged, he was gone. She was confident she would hear from him, and shuddered involuntarily at what he will do with her next time.



Movie and a Handjob



"Oh come on honey, can't we find something we'll both like? I don't want to watch a chick flick," I plead. 

"Don't worry hon, I'll make it worth your while," she teases in a low, sexy voice. 

"That's no fair, you know I can't say no to that face." I sadly accept. Even when she isn't dressed up she's gorgeous, wearing tight black capris, a plain white shirt, and a pink zipped-up sweater. 

Several minutes later, we are sitting in the back row of the theatre, sharing a bag full of popcorn. Only half an hour into the movie, I am already bored out of my mind. 

She wraps her left arm around mine and holds my hand on the armrest, resting her head on my shoulder. She reaches under the armrest with her right hand, gently brushing over my area in my shorts with her fingers. She puts her hand in my boxers, tenderly rubbing my genitals and tickling my trimmed pubic hair with her fingers. She holds my penis as it grows in her warm, soft hand, rhythmically squeezing my swelling shaft until erect. She pushes her palm against the base of my cock, juggling and massaging my jewels with her slender fingers. Next, she slowly strokes my shaft between her thumb and the tips of her fingers, from the base to the corona and back again. 

I barely even notice the credits start rolling until she pulls her hand out of my shorts. 

"See, that movie wasn't so bad," she whispers in my ear as we stand up. 

"I wouldn't know, I wasn't paying much attention to the movie," I reply honestly, to which she snickers cutely. I wrap my arm around her and hold her close as we exit the theatre, the dim parking lot helping the bulge in my shorts go unnoticed on our way to the car.

* * *

"Lay down and get comfy babe," she tells me, and I quickly do so on the bed, already having torn off my clothes within seconds of walking in the door. 

She stands at the end of the bed and drops her sweater to the floor, sexily taking off her shirt and wiggling out of her pants to reveal her hot pink bra and panties. She seductively crawls across the bed and leans over me, passionately kissing, resting her stomach on my crotch while I undo her bra and throw it on the floor. 

She backs up on her knees, her back arched with her butt high up in the air, her left forearm resting across my stomach as she wraps her pretty lips around my cock and moves her head closer to me, my engorged member inching farther down her throat. She gets all of me in her mouth before she bucks her head from side to side, nuzzling my pubic hair with her nose. She parts her lips and quickly rears her head back, my dick glistening with her spit. 

She encases my wet cock with her right hand, slowly bringing it up and down along my shaft, twisting her hand back and forth with a few flicks of her wrist, pausing momentarily to spit on the head of my penis. 

"Oh, yes baby, just like that, oh Gina, yes, you're gonna make me cum!" I moan as she picks up speed. 

She wraps her lips around the head of my cock, sucking vigorously while she rapidly strokes my shaft, sending me into the ecstasy of orgasm. I hold her left hand on my stomach and squeeze, my penis spasming in her grip as it shoots warm cum into her mouth. 

She stays completely still until I go limp in her hand, then she slowly tilts her head back until my flaccid penis leaves her lips and wilts in her grasp. She looks up at me and opens her mouth, giving me a good look at her now-white tongue before she swallows my load. 

"All gone," she smiles, opening wide to show me her empty mouth. 

Still holding her left hand on my stomach, she cups my soft shaft with her palm and fingers, rubbing the tip of her thumb in circles on the corona of my penis, lightly blowing on the head as I stand to attention. She holds the base of my cock and repeatedly spits on my swollen member, covering it in her saliva. 

She sits down and spreads her legs over mine, the crook of her knees resting on my thighs. She wraps both of her heavenly hands around my shaft, stacked atop one another as she brings them up and down my cock in unison, gradually picking up speed and squeezing tighter. The sound of her precious hands sliding up and down my slimy cock fills my consciousness as I edge closer and closer to the climax. 

She starts flicking her wrists, twisting her hands around my shaft, squeezing hard as she continues to move her hands along my dick. I spread my arms out, grabbing her beautiful feet, squeezing as I draw near orgasm. 

She takes her left hand off of my cock, placing it flat across my family jewels, pushing my balls with her palm and fingers, slowing my journey to paradise. The music of her hand sliding up and down my shiny, wet shaft as fast as she can drowns out my increasingly heavier breathing. 

"Cum for me baby, yeah, cum all over my pretty little fingers," she purrs. 

I squeeze her feet, my whole body tingling as the euphoria of orgasm washes over me. My cock shakes in her hand as she slows her arm, semen shooting from my beet-red penis. She rests her hand at the base of my cock, grip still tight, and leans forward, rolling her tongue over my tip, cum still seeping from my slit. My warm juice trickles down her knuckles, covering her fingers, small pools forming in my pubic hair. 

She sucks the tip dry, the swelling subsiding as she eases her grip on my happy shaft. She sits up straight and lets go of my flaccid penis, letting it fall into it's juices. She licks her knuckles and the palm of her hand, then sucks her sticky fingers clean. 

"Mmm, I like it when you make a mess," she beams. She leans over, licking every drop of semen from my neatly cut pubic hair, her hot hands clenching my hips. She puts my limp shaft in her mouth, her lips wrapped tight as she slowly lifts her head, cleaning my member off before it slumps to the side. 

She tenderly kisses my stomach before getting up and under the blankets. She gives me a big kiss and lays down beside me, wrapping her left leg around mine, her head on my chest. I hold her left hand on my stomach and stroke her striking dirty-blonde hair. 

"I love you Gina," I whisper before kissing the top of her head. 

"I love you too babe," she replies before fading off to sleep.



Movie and a Lesson



Traveling home from the movies, Master and I were discussing the movie just seen and the parts not seen as I had been instructed to service him during the movie and missing a good portion of it, he was filling me in. 

We were traveling on a well used two lane highway to get back home. The passing headlights intermittently lighting up our faces. 

Master asked if I had prepared anything for dinner after the movie, and I flippantly respond; "I didn't really have time to prepare anything for your highness...." laughing.

Suddenly a hand struck my right cheek, smacking loudly in the lapse of silence. I gasped and reached up to cover the burning sting, surprise and guilt in my face. 

"You will always address me with respect pet." The hard edge of his voice gave credence to his irritation.

Still covering my cheek with my hand, I stumbled over my words trying to quickly apologize. Realizing that I was in very big trouble. "I am sorry Master, I let my tongue get away from me."

"Oh, you will learn restraint, I can assure you that!" Each word spit out like bullets from a machine gun. 

I flinch, I realize that he is really, really angry. He has had a hard week at the office and has been very stressed lately. A ticking time bomb, and I had just lit the fuse.

Suddenly the car brakes hard and swerves into what looks like an overgrown driveway. It is an overgrown lot where an old house used to sit, now only a pile of rubble. Master pulls behind the tree line, shuts the car and lights off. There is low boil of anger and irritation emanating from Master as I wait for the tongue lashing. "Get out of the car and stand by the hood!" 

I scramble to follow his barked orders, shaking and little hesitant. What if there were critters? Looking around frantically trying to see what I was walking in and towards, the pinging and heat emanating from the car, night sounds, and traffic whizzing by hide his approach. Suddenly I am thrown face down on the hood. The suddenness of it, causes the air to leave my lungs in a whoosh, and I freeze for a moment trying to get my breath and bearings. 

My hands are flat on the surface of the hood pushing away as the heat begins to really heat ME up! His hand is pushing on the middle of my back punishing, pushing my tits into the heat. A hand roughly comes up the inside of my leg and begins to roughly fondle me. 

I can't help it, I begin to push against him, but the burning of my tits has become paramount to the manhandling my snatch is getting. "Please Sir, the car is still hot and it is burning me!" The pressure is suddenly gone from my back and I can feel the cool night air wafting about my ass. I shudder from the contrast of heated belly and boobs, to the cool night air. My hair is suddenly grabbed and I come up quick to stand next to my Master. Master throws a blanket down over the hood with quick, decisive movements. Grabbing me by the back of the neck he pushes me back down onto the blanket covered hood.

"I guess you have forgotten who is Master and who is slave?" he says as I feel him drag my dress up and expose my ass. 

"No Sir, no Sir, I haven't! I just had a momentary.... OUCH!" The pain explodes on my poor unprotected ass. A rain of slaps begin to assault my ass. No preparation, no warm up. This really hurts! And to make matters worse, we are barely covered by the tree growth between us and the highway. Anyone and God could see me getting my ass spanked! 

I begin to search for that place, that place that comes to me after the pain that I like so well. The slaps are still raining down as the tears flow. Suddenly ceasing and grabbing my hair, Master grinds his hips into me and bitingly asks if I will ever learn my place?

"Yes Sir, yes Sir! I promise. I am so sorry Sir!" I whimper as the burning sting still prevails, but the humidity between my legs begins to rise. My breath is coming in short pants, whimpering from the pain and the arousal. I can feel the slippery fluids begin to inundate my pussy and run down my thighs.

Apparently Master can smell my arousal, "You little slut, your being punished, and yet you stand there in heat!" 

I flinch expecting more spanking, but instead I hear him undoing his belt. My eyes grow wide at the thought... Master has never hit me with anything other than his hand! Surely he would not.... Smack! Smack! Smack! 

Oh my God! The pain is intense, horrible, stinging! I reach back to try and block instinctively and he pins one arm with his hip, while grabbing and holding the other. Smack! Smack! Smack! 

I can't breathe as the pain rushes my senses and I begin to cry in earnest. "Maybe now you will learn your role! Your are my slave, my fuck toy, my cum dumpster, and my pet when your good! Do you understand?" he questions as I feel him sliding the belt over my reddened ass. 

"Yes Sir!" I respond, stammering thru, crying, still trying to catch my breath afraid I may have to use my safe word if he begins his assault anew. Suddenly he moves in behind me, I feel the prodding of his warm dick for only a moment, before he slams it home. I gasp, a little unprepared for the suddenness. The breath leaves me in a gush as he reaches to push his dick in as far as it will go. Making me realize, who owns me, who I belong to. 

The belt is suddenly around my neck and he is using it as sort of like reins, to slam me back against him as he begins to pummel my pussy. Earlier he had forced my legs together, and the tight fit made it a little uncomfortable. None the less, because I am a slut at heart, I reveled in his ownership of me. I enjoyed him using me at will for his pleasure. I enjoyed the fact that any passerby could see my humiliation, and the punishment I was receiving for being sassy.

Master begin a punishing rhythm, rocking the car and pummeling me. Panting and trying to get a full breath when the tension is slack in the belt, I begin to enjoy serving my Master. As I get my rhythm, I begin to push into Master and meet his thrusts. My poor ass still stinging, red and marked, but nonetheless still seeking to meet Master's demand for my total submission.

I feel the wave begin to build. Master is right, only a slut would enjoy this. So be it. I begin to seek that ledge, the precipice. As a person would testing the waters of a pool. Seeking. 

Master is apparently getting close as I feel his fingers bite into the flesh of my ass. I begin to whimper, Master knows that sound. "Your are not allowed to cum! You must learn restraint in all that you do and keep foremost at all times that I am your Master! I will not tolerate disrespectfulness! When you are good, you get the rewards you seek, when your bad, I get mine!" Every word punctuated by his dick and hips smacking me from behind. 

This meant that I would not be able to cum, nor would Master reward me with his cum! Trying valiantly not to cum, I eked out what final pleasure I could before Master finally exploded, dumping his cum into waiting womb. All my reward, down the... well eventually down my legs as Master refuses to allow me to wear underwear. 

Still pinned to the car by his dick and hips, Master catches his breath and absentmindedly rubs my warmed ass. His dick still buried deep in me. The belt lying at my side on the hood. "You know, I think I like it when you fuck up...." he says in a purely content tone. "Maybe I will find more reasons for you to be punished."

Oh crap...



Movie BJ



Many thanks to MoonlitClover who agreed to edit this super short piece for me. You rock, babe!

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We're in a mostly empty movie theater. There are a few people seated in rows far in front of us, but we're in the top back row and no one has decided to share it with us. The movie credits start and I take your hand in mine, tracing my fingers girlishly across your palm. I smile up at you, glad you didn't do anything to draw attention to us like yelling out the answers to the quiz on the movie screen. 

For whatever reason, the movie just doesn't interest me much but you seem to be enjoying it. I lean over closer to you and kiss your neck, attempting to distract you. You wrap an arm around me and turn my head to kiss you and we make out in the theater but a couple of minutes only to return to watching the movie. 

I try to get interested in what's going on but I'm distracted with the idea of giving you a blowjob in the dark. Leaning close again, I whisper in your ear to be very quiet and then lean across your lap unbuttoning your pants. I slide a finger into the opening of your zipper and rub your dick, feeling you get hard beneath my fingers. Glancing around quickly to make sure the other people in the theater are watching the movie I pull your pants down enough so that I can have access to your boxers and then stick my fingers through the opening, feeling how hard you are.

Holding your erect dick in the palm of my hand, I slowly slide up and down, underneath the fabric of your boxers, down until I reach your balls which I run a finger tip over before sliding my hand up again. Glancing around one more time, I lean over, laying down my whole body on the seats, with my head in your lap, the back of my head facing the movie screen. Quickly I pull the head of your dick through the opening in your boxers and my tongue darts out of my mouth to lick it. Licking all around, I finally suck it into my mouth which is cold from the soda I've been drinking. Licking more as the taste of sprite is removed by the taste of you, licking lower down your dick, stopping to place small feather light kisses when I want to. 

Reaching your balls I kiss each of them too before working my way back up. Running my tongue over the head of your dick again, I lick your inner thigh and a hand reaches away from the hip I'd been holding on to to steady myself and cups a ball, while the other runs up and down the length of your dick again. Eager to have you back in my mouth again which has warmed up considerably from running over your hot throbbing skin, I suck you back in watching you try to keep from making any sounds so no one will realize you're getting head in the theater.

Your fingers slide into my hair and push my head forward as I slide you back into my mouth, you're eager to feel my lips wrapped around you, my tongue tasting as much of you as possible. Slowly at first, I slide you in and out of my mouth, the cool air conditioning cooling you off briefly every time I slide you out only to feel the warm wet saliva again. My hands continue to rub your inner thigh as I increase the pace, my head moving in and out of your lap quickly, as I suck your dick harder and harder. 

Since we're out in public, I just want to swallow your cum rather than let it get on me at all and I whisper instructions for you to cum for me whenever you are ready as I continue to suck on your dick.

Threads of your cum flood my mouth and spill down my throat and a soft grunt escapes your lips. A little cum has dribbled down my chin and I swallow the rest before my tongue darts out to lick the rest. Softly, I kiss your softening dick and place it back inside your boxers and zip up your pants. I kiss your lips, the taste of you still on them but you don't mind. I whisper to you that this was my favorite movie ever and you smile as you tell me that you're sure they're making a sequel. 



Movie Blowjob Mania



Don't worry guys, I'll finish off my stories with Mark and Katherine soon, I received some good feedback about that one so thanks!

This story, however, takes place at around a similar time in my life. I was working for Mark at the time and got into a very quick little relationship with a guy I met at a pub one night. His name was Matt and was about 25. He was probably not the nicest of guys looking back but he was hot enough to pick me up and get some sex out of me within 2 hours of our first meeting so there was something there! He was quite well off financially for a young guy too and spoilt me rotten, as long as he got what he wanted in return.

It was not long before I realised that he was into voyeurism in a BIG way. Lucky for him I was too and, while not a rampant exhibitionist, I did not mind the odd public showing. 

Two nights after we first met we went on a date to see a movie. The cinema was pretty empty really as the movie was in its last days and we got in cheap. I think there would have been about 10 or 20 others in the whole place, it was basically a row to yourself. We came in late, just as the previews were ending and seeing that there was so much room, Matt led me to the back row. 

"Taking the new girlfriend into the back row," I teased him. "Going to brag to your mates at school how you got some tit from the new girl?"

"Nah," Matt joked in reply. "She wouldn't put out."

At this exact moment the lights went to their dimmest and, not liking to be implied as being frigid, took my opportunity. Grabbing him by his crotch and head I pulled him into a passionate embrace and placed his hand under my top, letting his fondle my bra and boobs. "Won't put out indeed!" I said.

I knew I had got him horny with my little rush of affection and truth be told I was feeling a bit that way myself. But I thought that I would wait and see what the movie was like before dedicating myself to spending the entire movie fondling each other. I cannot even remember what the movie was exactly, but it was one of those teen flick sort of things. It was good enough to stop us from getting too wrapped up in each other anyway. 

One thing I do remember from the movie itself was a tit scene about half way through. An attractive girl was basically walking around the room topless or what not and while she strutted her stuff I paid particular attention to Matt's reaction. I was waiting for him to slip up just a bit, so I could give him a hard time about being a perve. After the scene was over I grabbed his crotch to see if he had a boner. He did not but was well on his way. 

"Somebody got turned on," I said as I rubbed his semi-hard on into a full-blown erection. I thought I discerned a half grin from him in the dark as I turned back to the movie. 

Movement off to my side caught my attention however. Another, younger teenaged couple were sitting about 10 seats further down the back row. I had barely paid them any attention until now but what was happening just caught my eye too much. The young girl was quietly crawling down off the chair onto the floor and, in the dark I could just see an outline of her hand rubbing her partner's crotch. I was already enthralled as I waited (and hoped) for what would come next. Sure enough, after a bit of positioning with her kneeling between his legs and him leaning right forward over the chair in front, I caught the sound and saw the slightest movement of her unzipping his fly. At that point a daytime scene came on screen and allowed just the faintest of light to show me what was happening in greater detail.

I saw the girl's hand disappear for half a second and then reappear with a cock in hand. Not a particularly big cock but I was transfixed. Neither of them were looking around to see if we were watching. The guy was too busy trying to act like nothing was happening and he actually did a pretty good job. His girlfriend was slowly stroking him up to full length and he was able to remain fairly still and watch the movie.

Obviously happy with the state of her partner's cock, the girl's head went down to his lap. A particularly loud noise in the film jolted me out of my voyeuristic state. I gave Matt a nudge in the ribs and pointed them out to him. 

"Oh my God!" he whispered. "This is better than the movie!"

The only reaction he got from me was an absent-minded nod. The screen had gone darker again with just enough light from the aisle to show a bobbing head and fist in the guy's lap. This was unreal! I have already mentioned I love voyeurism and this really got me going!

Matt obviously enjoyed it too. I felt his hand grab me on the shoulder and heard him whisper in my ear, "Mel, I love voyeurism. This is getting me so horny. You better be ready for me." He took my hand and put it in his lap and I easily felt a full-blown erection through his pants.

"So do I," I replied. Rubbing his cock absent-mindedly through his pants.

The girl was reaching a more frantic pace now and the young guy had obviously decided that he was just about ready. He no longer lent forward to conceal her but lent right back. This was great for Matt and I as we got a much better view of proceedings. I could see just enough to tell she was rubbing his lower shaft as she sucked his cock.

"He's about to cum," I gasped in a whisper. 

"Mmmm," moaned Matt. "God, Mel. You have to get me off. What say as soon as they finish you blow me like that?"

Before my conscious self had even realised what was happening I had nodded in agreement. I do not think I needed to justify it to myself at the time. I was just running on pure lust! If I had needed to justify it I guess I would have said that at least they had got away with it. Well, I guess they had not really as we had seen them but I was not going to justify it anyway so that's ok! I just wanted to get off.

I could tell the guy was getting really close now as he arched his head back and lifted his butt off the seat. I was on the edge of my seat, literally. My head was craned around and my eyes were straining in the gloom to see as much of this public sexual act as I possibly could. It was in trying to do this that things really got moving. My coke was on the ground at my feet and in my eagerness to perve on the two teenagers I knocked it over. With a huge splashing sound it landed in the row in front of us and I heard it roll down three steps. I froze. I looked down at my feet in horror then back at the couple just in time to see the girl jump in fright at being busted. She looked around in horror and caught Matt and I staring at them.

She looked about ready to run, but her boyfriend had different ideas. Maybe not intentionally but his cock sure did. As another bright daylight scene crossed the screen he blew his load. With a muffled grunt his first jet rocketed into the girl's face, causing her to reel in shock and take in such a sharp gasp that we could hear it from our seats. 

Realising she had taken him too far before she stopped she just stared at his cock as his second jet took her in the face again. It was not until the third jet of cum erupted onto her neck and chest that she acted. Obviously realising she was already busted she took his cock into her mouth again to try and save her public appearance - in the longer-term anyway. I am sure that walking out of the theatre covered in cum was not on her list of things to do for the day.

I was shocked. I had just witnessed a couple of total strangers entangled in oral sex in public, which culminated in a huge load of cum all over the girl's face! I made quick eye contact with Matt and his look showed he was even more shocked (and turned on) than I was. Without considering either of the other couple's feelings we just continued staring, my hand still subtly rubbing Matt's pulsing boner through his pants.

The guy looked over at us properly for the first time. I almost laughed at the expression on his face - a mixture of sexual pleasure and total horror. When the girl was satisfied that she would not be getting any more unwanted cum splattered all over her she raised her head and glanced in our direction. Seeing that we were still watching she put her partner's softening cock back in his pants and pulled herself back up onto the chair, her back to us. 

The screen dimmed again, hiding her state from us. But, I tell you what, just imagining it and knowing what I knew had me dangerously wet. Anything less than a 14-inch dildo (or cock I suppose) would have slipped in no worries! The girl fumbled around for a while, trying to clean herself up as much as possible before biting the bullet and getting up from her seat. She made for the exit, obviously heading for the bathroom to try clean herself up. 

This is where I took my chance. Giving Matt a quick kiss and telling him I'd be back soon, I took off after her. For some reason, I just had to see the "damage". I pushed past her flabbergasted boyfriend, flashing him a quick grin on the way past. The girl had not noticed me get up as she was almost to the exit. I skipped down the stairs, still not really thinking about my actions. As I exited the cinema I was just in time to see her disappear into the bathroom across the foyer. She was lucky; the place was dead empty except for two people chatting outside another of the cinemas who, by their lack of attention, obviously had not seen her. I wanted to get into the bathroom before she could lock herself in a cubicle so I half-jogged across the lobby and burst through the door at a frantic pace. I needn't had worried, the girl was still looking at herself in the mirror when I burst in. She jumped around in a flash. She obviously recognised me despite the lack of detail we had been able to see one another in. This was my first real look at her and I realised she was probably a good 4 years younger than me and really quite pretty. But boy, did she look awesome in her state or what?

Her clean-up job in the cinema had not gotten her far. Her long, blonde hair had strings of cum stuck throughout it. One uninterrupted jet reached from one eyebrow to her chin, passing through one eye, over her nose and lips on its way. One cheek was covered in the smears where she had tried to clean up and there was a dollop dribbling from the corner of her mouth and down her chin. Another line ran from her neck down onto her chest, gradually dripping further and further towards the hint of a cleavage showing out of her v-neck top.

The moment was totally surreal. She just stood there looking frightened and I did the same thing but with a look of pure amazement. She was the first to break the silence.

"Oh, please," she said. "Don't tell anyone. Just let me get cleaned up and forget this whole thing."

"God," I exclaimed. "As if I would want to dob you in. You have no idea how much I am getting off on this. I'm turned on like nothing before and my date is in there with a hard-on that'd cut diamond!" I remember figuring being frank with her might help her relax a little. It seemed to.

"Oh thank goodness for that," she said. "At least some old prude didn't find me and get us arrested. Still, I can't believe I am standing here with a total stranger with a load of cum all over my face."

I just laughed at that, "I can't believe I'm looking at it."

"Well, I wish you would stop. You're making me kind of nervous!"

"Sorry," I said. "But you just look too damn hot! I guess I'll help you get cleaned up though, seeing as how I've stared at you long enough." With that I walked into one of the cubicles and got her some toilet paper. I walked over and gave it to her. Unable to resist I reached out and slid my finger across her cheek, collecting a nice dollop of cum. It was no longer warm and felt cool on my tongue when I licked it off. 

"Bloody hell," she said. "What the hell are you doing?"

"I'm not quite sure," I said. "I guess I just have a cum fetish. I'll leave you to clean yourself up and I guess when you get back you will be wanting your boyfriend to get you off."

"Too right!" she replied. "Hell, I'm horny as anything."

"Well here's a tip. I promised my date I would blow him once you finished your man. So I better go back and finish my part of the deal. Have him finish you while you watch that if you like."

"IF I like?" she exclaimed. "Wait a second until I am finished cleaning up, I have to see all of this if that's ok?"

"Sure," I said. "Its only fair."

I waited around for another minute or so while she wiped her face and then chest down. I watched the whole time as the attractive young girl wiped cum off herself. I was getting even hornier by the second. My arousal hit new heights however when she looked down her top. 

"Damn," she said. "Its all over my tits. I don't want it to stain this top or my bra. Give me a sec, I want to get it all off." 

With that she walked into a cubicle. Just before she could lock the door I walked over. "Mind if I watch?" I asked.

"Oh, if you really want to," she said. "Don't try anything though. Just looking ok?"

I nodded in reply, too dumbfounded to speak.

"I must me mad," she said, as she slipped her top over her head. I gasped audibly as she her bra came into view, giving me a good idea of what a good rack she actually had. They were a fair bit smaller than mine but still nice and firm. I took great notice of the stream of cum sitting nicely in her cleavage and running under and on her bra.

Looking at me nervously she reached behind and unclasped her bra. I held my breath as she let the bra drop from her shoulders, revealing a lovely set of boobs with nice round little nipples. I moaned at the site of them.

"Are you a lesbian?" she quizzed me abruptly.

"Sorry," I stammered, snapping out of my trance. With a disapproving look at me she wiped breasts down, doing little to dampen my arousal!

With her breasts clean she glanced at her bra, noticing the already dry patch of cum. 

"Oh well, too late to do anything about that," she reported. She slipped her bra back on, allowing me just enough time to take a mental image of her breasts. When fully dressed again she hurried me out the door. "Come on. You have a show to put on for me and my guy and I have to get off before this movie finishes in 20 minutes!"

This got me into gear and we almost ran back to out seats. Matt looked at me in amazement as I dropped straight to my knees and undid his fly. 

"What happened?" he hissed. "And what are you doing?"

"Shhhh!" I whispered as (with great difficulty) I pulled his rock hard, pre-cum-covered cock out. He just moaned, as I wasted no time in licking his cock-head and massaging his balls. His cock was already so slippery as I slid my tongue and lips across it. I took a quick peek over at our neighbours to see them both staring at us as the girl buried her boyfriend's hand between her legs. I gave them a little wave.

"What the hell is going on?" Matt whispered, between moans. 

"I made a deal with her, I'll tell you later," I whispered between licks. 

I figured we were running out of time though so I frantically stroked Matt's cock as I sucked the whole end half of it into my mouth. I could tell he liked this because his cock got even harder. I knew this wouldn't take long. I was getting off on this so much; my pussy was aching for anything that would even remotely satisfy it. Matt's penis was slipping in and out of my lips with the salty taste of his pre-cum increasing the enjoyment ten-fold. 

I continued this half-sucking-half-wanking motion for about two more minutes before I knew this was it. Matt reached down and pushed my head firmly onto his cock, not wanting any spills like our neighbours. I moaned into his cock at the expectation of getting a load of cum in my mouth. Before I knew it, his cock erupted. Strand after strand of powerful jets of his cum filled my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could but still some leaked out and slid down his cock, mixing with my fingers on the way down. 

I kept as much in my mouth as possible and took my time enjoying it, putting on a real show for our watchers as I rubbed my breasts through my top, feeling my hard nipples. I then licked the cum off Matt's shaft and got as much of it out of his balls and pubic hair as I could before letting him slip it away. Not a drop on his pants either – perfect! I finally savoured the web of sticky cum between my fingers as I watched the girl down the row arch her back and pull herself right into the chair as her boyfriend's hand bought her to orgasm. 

I was so horny by this stage I would probably have climaxed in less than three strokes from anyone. I crawled up off the floor and gave a "thumbs-up" to the girl, as she seemed to be coming down off her orgasm. We had finished just in time however as, completely taking us all by surprise the credits came up on the screen and the lights came back on.

Matt got up to leave but I was not going without getting off, I just could not wait! I grabbed Matt's hand and shoved it up my skirt and to hell with anyone who saw us. I pulled aside my panties and turned to face the couple down the row. The cinema was just clearing out as Matt reached in and slid 2 fingers straight inside me without even a bother. I joined him by rubbing my clit, showing myself off blatantly to the couple's obvious amazement. I was not far off with the 3-stroke analogy as I came in 10 seconds flat! I caught the girl's eye who smiled back at me in amazement. My obvious look of pure lust had some effect on her as she gave me a knowing smile and lifted up her top, giving me a quick flash of her bra. 

That was all it took. I came like nothing I have ever seen. I grabbed my chest, squeezing my tits against myself as my other hand flicked against my clitoris while Matt quickly slid in and out of my sopping wet pussy. And to think, another couple were watching the whole thing! I moaned into the seat as my body spasmed with climax. I could feel the sopping wet crotch of my panties against the back of my hand, which just added to the whole experience.

After what seemed like forever my orgasm finished and I looked up to see the couple standing up to leave. The cleaner was just coming in the door and the final few credits were showing as I jumped up and tried to smooth myself out. My legs felt like jelly as I stood up. I looked over to see the girl give me a quick wave goodbye as she disappeared out the door with her boyfriend, never to be seen again.

I turned to look at Matt who was in complete and utter shock. Smiling at his bewilderment I dragged him out past the cleaner, apologising about my spilt drink as I went past.

Matt was horny for the whole next day after I told him what went on in the bathroom and afterwards. We bonked each other stupid just thinking about what went on and, believe me, this is something I think about a lot, especially when I am horny.

Until next time guys,

Mel.



Movie Booth Bang



I'd done lots of internet chatting before and heard about adult theaters and what went on in the private booths. And after years of cross-dressing, sliding on silky panties and bras and fantasizing about taking a cock, I decided it was time to go for it. Of course my true fantasy was to be dolled up and treated like a girl for hours, pampered and fucked. But there was also an attraction to the adult theater scene, kind of a nasty taboo I wanted to experience. So, with my mind made up, I set out for downtown.

I ventured into the kind of shady gay district and looked around. I'd been there before and seen a few theaters but had never gone in. I decided to try a DVD shop with some token private booths in the back. I was so nervous I walked around the aisles of the store for a long time before being able to ask for tokens, but i finally summed up the courage and bought some. The private booth area was through a door and very dark. It was hard to navigate and find a booth for myself. As I walked around men stood outside the booths waiting for action, eyeing me. It made me feel so vulnerable and I hurried into a booth and locked the door. This was to be a dry run: I just wanted to make sure I knew how to operate everything. The booth was very tight and had a single padded bench. One token bought about 3 minutes of movie time, and I could select from several different channels. After watching all my tokens' worth of movies I was satisfied I knew the system and left the store.

There was one problem: I was just visiting my family in town that week, and as I was staying with my parents I hadn't brought any panties or bras with me. The risk was too great! But if I was to take a cock - my first cock ever - I needed some girly under things to wear. So the next order of business was to find a shop and get dolled up. It didn't take long to find another adult store. They sold toys, condoms and most importantly underwear. As I was again nervous, I paced the store for awhile before summing up the courage to bring my selection to the counter. I had chosen a cute little panty and bra set: pink satin bikinis and a shiny matching bra. It was cheap, but very girly and I started to get excited just thinking about wearing it. I exited the store and crammed the bag into my jacket pocket. I figured the adult theater probably wouldn't allow patrons to carry shopping bags inside.

So I returned to the first shop, bought more tokens and went into the private booth area. As I walked through the area the men eyed me again, and I felt hot knowing I was carrying the panties and bra. Again locking myself into a private booth, I began the difficult task of getting changed. The booth was small and dark; only the light from the porn on the screen gave me guidance. I stripped down out of my jeans and shoes and put my clothes in the corner. I was instantly turned on when I opened the bag and slid on the panties. The new shiny pink satin hugged my ass and I tucked my cock behind to keep the front of the panties flat. The bra was tight too, and by the time I was finished I felt like a little satin present waiting for someone! The final touch was to tuck a condom into the back of my panties to indicate I wanted my first cock.

All dressed and ready, I unlocked the booth door and waited. It opened a crack, indicating to everyone I was willing to take visitors. It didn't take long for the first man to come in. I was sitting on the bench, some hot porn on the screen, and he peeked in and entered silently. I could tell he liked what he saw. He didn't say anything but took his cock out right away and leaned over me. Doing my girly job, I slid his cock into my mouth, feeling my own cock stiffen in my panties. he lightly pumped my mouth and I used my hand to jack his wet cock. I could feel how hard he'd gotten and was more than ready to let him take my cherry. I was so horny I jacked him faster, rubbing his cock on my satiny bra cups. I kept adding more spit onto my hand and soon his cock was dripping with it. Suddenly he stiffened and said,

"Fuck I'm gonna cum on you bitch!"

Without anymore warning his cock exploded onto my neck and bra. He must have shot 5 or 6 times, and before I knew it he was zipping up his pants and I was alone again, his still-hot cum sitting on my bra, neck and belly. I was stunned at how fast it had gone, but at the same time even more eager to take a cock. I didn't care if I was hot and sticky; I had gone there with a goal and I wasn't going home until I'd been fucked. 

So again I waited, this time it only took about a minute. I'm guessing the first guy had tipped off one of the other men outside the booth. The new man came in and took a dominant stance right away. He knew what he wanted and so did I. He stood me up and pushed me against the wall hard, squeezing my satiny wet bra cups and stroking my panties. All I could do was watch him grope me and listen to him talk dirty to me. He pulled my bra cups down and licked my nipples, at the same time fingering my ass through my panties. He must have seen how much I was getting off, and his cock was hard in his jeans. He forced me to turn around and pushed me against the wall again, this time my face and bra pressed against it. I wondered how dirty and nasty the wall of the booth must have been, but I didn't care. The stranger groped my pantied ass hard, and finally I heard the sound of his belt buckle coming undone.

I had fantasized about taking a cock many times, but never like this, in a dirty porn booth, a complete stranger fingering me and slapping my ass. Before I knew it he had put on the condom and yanked the crotch of my panties aside. He pressed my lower back in to force my ass outward and I felt his hard cockhead press against my asshole. I was about to have my cherry plucked in this nasty little room.

He tried to force his cock into me, but of course my virgin ass was far too tight. At first he tried lightly, then suddenly he lurched forward and shoved his cockhead into me. The pain was almost unbearable, and I felt my face clench up in a silent scream. I pulled away and moved my hand to my ass, having to rest for several seconds before the pain subsided. He must have known he wasn't going to be able to fuck me like that, so he tried a new strategy. We had both been standing before, but he slapped his hand down onto the padded bench to indicate I should put my knee up onto it. I didn't understand at first, so he slapped the bench again, harder and louder. I quickly complied. My ass now in the air for him, he yanked my panties aside even more and proceeded to eat me out. I had never felt a tongue on my ass before, and the feeling sent me to heaven. I tiled my head back and grinded on his strong tongue. He knew what he was doing, swirling his tool around my virginity until I was literally dripping with his spit. I felt my ass open up for him.

He stood up again and once more I felt his hard cock press against my hole. This time he had little trouble sliding into my wetness. In one motion I felt his shaft penetrate me, taking my cherry. I let go a girly sigh, feeling like a true woman with a cock inside me. He moaned and let his shaft sit inside me for a moment, then started pumping. I had always wanted my first time to be perfect, slow and sensual. But this was hot and nasty, and very fast. Right away his pumping became fast and hard. I wasn't ready for it and I braced myself against the wall. His hands on my pantied ass, he pulled me toward him, impaling me again and again on his cock. The booth was tiny, and there was nowhere for me to run. no room to even adjust my position. All I could do was take his cock and bear his hard pumping. I began to sigh and moan, imagining what his cock must have looked like slamming into me. I reached up and squeezed my satiny bra cups, still wet and slippery with first man's cum. My neck, too was still shiny and wet. Feeling like such a dirty slut, his cock pounding me, I felt myself explode into my panties, my cock creaming the satin inside of them. I moaned like a girl and enjoyed my first anal orgasm. It was incredible, and I felt like a true woman being made to cum simply from being pounded. Shot after shot of my hot cum filled my panties in rhythm with his pumping, his hard cock forcing more cream out with every thrust. 

My own panties soaked, and me still weak from my ass orgasm, it was time for him to cum. He pulled his cock out of my now raw ass and I heard the condom hit the floor. He wanted to cum on me. He shoved his cock back under my panties and began sliding it up and down my crack, the satin from my panties forcing his orgasm out. He moaned loudly and his pumping slowed down. I felt his body quiver behind me and sure enough his hot cum began to shoot into my panties from behind. I felt his seed run down my crack and into the crotch, mixing with my own cream he'd done such a good job at forcing out. Before long, it was over. he panted for a moment or two, then I heard him zipping up his pants and he was gone.

I was left in the booth, bent over, a slippery load on the neck and tits, and two hot fresh cream pies in my panties. I was a mess, wet and sticky, in this filthy porn booth. I didn't know where to begin cleaning up. It felt like I had 10 pounds of cum in my panties. I turned around and slid my panties off. They hit the floor with a wet smack. I had lost my cherry in the dirtiest nastiest place possible. I felt so dirty for days afterward, but remembering it now, I can't wait to go back again.



Movie Buff



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I was in the video store. Rows upon rows of DVDs confronted me. The covers all shouted, "Me me ME!" With guns blazing, cars burning, bodies everywhere, either dead or not wearing much. Faces stared at me, smirking, grim, terrified, laughing inanely. But I couldn't find what I was looking for. I talked over the display to my sister.

"It figures. I'm eighteen at last, I'm in the video store, but can I find any decent R-rated movies? All I've found is the Saw series and this sexy vampire babe." I held up the covers to show her.

With a swing of her ponytail she turned round and smiled. It was not my sister I was showing R-rated covers to, but a complete stranger. She squinted at the covers. One showed an aroused female vampire, the other a severed head. "I'd go for the vampire. Might be played for laughs more."

I was very embarrassed. I was pretty shy as a rule, and I'd just shown a total stranger two pretty shoddy movies. I caught a glimpse of my sister in the distance, laughing. I could feel the flush in my face.

But the stranger took it all well. "When I turned eighteen, I came down here, but I couldn't find anything worth watching either - that I couldn't already watch. And y'know what? There are hardly any G-rated movies any more. Everything's pushed up to PG these days. Either M or PG. I've got a theory about it. Disney wants us to watch nothing but Pixar movies, now they've bought them out. Well? And there HAS to be a connection with that awful popcorn they sell at the movies. And the size of those drinks? Why won't they wash out when you spill them on your lap? Don't I know you?"

The words tumbled out of her, one idea tripping over another. Then she stopped in mid-sentence, looked at my startled face, and burst out laughing.

"I'm so sorry! Sometimes the words... they just don't stop! What were you saying? Choosing any movie is a nightmare usually." She paused and took a breath. "I'm Sam, by the way."

"Me too. I'm Sam - Samuel."

"What?? That's a bit weird. I'm Samantha. This could get awkward!"

But after what seemed a very short time, it wasn't awkward at all. We had a surprising number of similar ideas about movies, like how tiresome so many sequels are. A remake is OK as long as it salutes the old version but also breaks new ground. Early Hitchcock is amazing. Alec Guinness gave Star Wars a spiritual level... luckily there was a coffee shop in the video store and my sister had other jobs to do.

We made a date. Just like that. To see a movie of course. Metropolis was showing at an art house not far away, and Sam had never seen it, surprisingly. "This will bend your mind." I said. " You will see how pretty well every science fiction movie since 1920 is borrowing from it."

We saw it. Her mind was bent. At a café afterwards (there is nothing I like more than discussing a film after seeing it) we talked and talked. We connected several movies and themes, but spent most of our time on The Hunger Games.

Sam gave me some good insights too. "I knew Hunger Games was just Ancient Rome in the future. Gladiators, poisonings, conspiracies 'n' stuff. But wow, it should have Fritz Lang as one of the co-writers."

It was fantastic. We went to a movie once or twice a week. We loved or hated them, we talked about them, we referenced them. We went to see Moulin Rouge and sang along to far too many of the songs. We connected. We "clicked".

Then we saw Casablanca. Humphrey Bogart said "Play it Sam" (not "Play it again Sam", please!) and we looked at each other and laughed. When Ingrid Bergman stared into Bogie's face with those shining eyes and perfect nose... Sam clutched my hand.

At the end, with the stirring music still playing, Sam was still holding my hand. She looked across at me, her eyes shining, then leant over and kissed me. Just like that. In fact it was long and sweet, not quite unexpected, a kind of natural step up. I put my hand behind her head.

When we came out of it I couldn't help myself. "This could be the start of a beautiful friendship." I said, and she hit me.

At coffee afterwards we were not nearly as talkative as usual. We were lost in our own thoughts - I was reeling in mine. I'd never noticed before, that Casablanca is quite sexy as well as romantic. Bergman and Bogart had put an intensity into the movie that I had missed for some reason. Sam was looking down, staring at her coffee and stirring it too much.

The next couple of movies were back in the old way, with Sam being just fractionally more reserved. It was as if she was about to say something, but holding back.

If Bergman were not enough, Lauren Bacall stepped into our affairs. Watching Key Largo, I could sense a passion rising in Sam. There was a close-up of Lauren's exquisite face, in soft focus, eyes moist, the off-screen lover overlapping with the on-screen character. Some raw impulse had me wanting Sam's lips again and I reached my hand over to her cheek - we had never touched during a film before. I wanted to turn her face to me when I noticed her blouse. It had come open and I had a beautiful view of the soft curve of her breast below subtle collarbones. I had a surge of feelings: desire, tenderness, apprehension of beauty, sheer naughtiness...

Sam noticed my hesitation, she turned to me just as I moved my hand again. My hand slipped off her cheek onto the smooth skin of her chest. I felt collarbone, then soft, giving flesh, so unlike my own wiry body. The surge in me doubled.

It was probably one second, but felt forever. I moved my hand away and an amazing thing happened.

Sam's hand shot up, and held mine against her chest. Now I could feel her breathing, faster than normal. She stared into my face in the flickering light of a black and white movie. Daringly I pushed my hand further in, working under a bra strap and finding the creases of her armpit. For me, this was outrageous enough, there was no way I'd dare to go lower down.

After the movie, we sat in the café, in silence. My thoughts crashed between wow, that was amazing, she liked it (I think, didn't she?); and wow, that was unforgivable, I have have just ruined a rare friendship. Sam sat with head down.

Finally she spoke. "Buy me a drink, please." A whisper, really.

The café had a bar, so I went over, and got stuck. A drink of what? What on earth do you get for this situation? A couple of beers? I don't think so. Spirits? Those awful vodka-cordials with fluorescent colours? I saw a square bottle high on the shelf behind the barman. That's the one.

Back at the table, Sam eyed the tiny glasses dubiously. "Water?"

"It's Cointreau. Orange liqueur. Quite strong, but very special."

Thankfully, she liked it. I sipped from my own glass, feeling the alcohol's warmth and inhaling the complex aromas of the drink.

Abruptly she took a big sip and sat up straight with her eyes closed. Two tears rolled down her cheeks. She took a big breath.

"I'm sorry, I'm so confused. I don't know where I'm going or what I'm thinking. I have to talk - I have to say this. You've been so good to me, so good for me, I need to try and explain. My feelings, they're crazy. My thoughts won't keep still. I keep thinking of your lips, your touch. This Cointreau is good!" All in one breath, I think.

"You are so special. I look forward to our nights like you would not believe. I've tried so hard not to wreck this friendship, but... something keeps growing in me. That kiss - I've dreamt about that kiss. I put my hand on my neck where you touched me, I try and imagine the whole thing, again and again.

"Now this! Tonight, you touched me and I was on fire. You touched me under my clothes. Let me tell you something I've never told another soul.

"For years I've had this fantasy. I'm sitting in a darkened cinema. It's different movies, but all ones i like. I'm loving the movie, I'm all stirred up, and a man sitting beside me, a stranger, touches me. He fondles me. Sometimes he just slides a hand along my thigh. Sometimes he undoes my blouse, sometimes he pulls my boobs out. I feel the cool air on my nipples, or his hands rolling them in his fingertips. 

"Sometimes he's rough, other times he's very suave. Always he has a power over me. Sometimes he takes my hand and I feel how hard he is. A few times I've taken his dick out...

"Am I crazy? I don't know. I've looked at lots of guys in cinemas and thought, sheesh, not in a million years buster. In real life I know it would be humiliating - and dangerous. But I have this fantasy. It's so strong. And now you!

"You did it! You were the fantasy, in real life! My best friend, has touched me just like in the dream. Only it was so much better than a dream! My skin felt like it was glowing. I felt dizzy, I thought I might faint. God, I'm thinking of it now and my hands are shaking.

"Umm, can we do it again?"

A silence hung between us. She was expectant, I was astonished. And a little excited. I wasn't sure what to say. I took too long: she put her hands up to her face and sobbed.

"Oh God I've spoilt everything haven't I. You must think I'm sick..." She tried to silence her crying.

My lovely, crazy Sam in such distress - I had to act. I put a hand out over one of her hands, then had an absolute inspiration. I could save this.

I composed myself. I put on the most neutral face I could manage, the face of a stranger. I stretched my other hand out, under the hands covering her face. I found her chest.

With two fingers I stroked her neck and collarbone. She froze. She looked at me, her turn to be astonished. With my stranger's face I looked back. In an instant she was changed. I gently stroked the soft skin while looking over her shoulder, not even at her. We were in the fantasy. Just like that.

Still without eye contact, I let my hand fall down to her blouse, and undid one button. 

Then I brought my hand back and put it on the table. The café was not at all busy and no one had noticed, but still it was a public place. I put on my normal face and smiled at her.

The tears stopped. A jumble of emotions went across her face. Arousal, shock, desire, delight, relief, wonder all slipped in and out of view. Then a realisation. I was still there, still interested, still in love.

That was it for me. I realised I loved this person. I was attracted to her (like crazy), but as well as that I cared. I loved Sam.

(Maybe now I'll pick up the sexiness in Casablanca.)

I realised too, like a curtain opening, what beauty was. We watched movie stars galore, with their flawless skin and perfect hair, with soft focus and gentle lighting, but that was just glamour. The guys had solid jaws and stern looks. We weren't glamorous, we were nothing special to look at. I was skinny and gangly, Sam was just a bit chubby and kept her hair in a ponytail or else it looked like she'd just got up. But her face aglow with pleasure, the lift of her eyes, the twinkle in them, the smile on her lips and in her cheeks, that was beauty. I won't mix up the fake one and the real one again.

So we began our game. 

Sam would go into the cinema early and sit a little way apart from the other customers. I would come in later, ideally when the lights were down. I would sit beside her, but make no contact. After a time I would shift in my seat and "accidentally" brush her knee, but leave my hand there. Every time we started I would hear an intake of breath. She tried but she could never hide her excitement.

I might run a hand down her calf, or more commonly up and down her thigh. Sam kindly wore dresses to make the task easier. She tried not to squirm with the pleasure of it all. If I chose to approach higher up, I might stroke a finger down her neck, or undo a button and place a hand on her chest. I always got a thrill from feeling her breathing intensify with my intrusions.

One evening I was running the backs of my fingers up the length of her cool thighs. I turned my hand as I stroked the side and it went further than usual. I met the elastic of her panties. It was like touching a live wire. A surge of desire went through me, stiffening my cock in my pants. At the same time Sam felt something similar as she almost lifted herself off the seat. I wriggled a hand under the fabric and tugged and teased at it. Sam let out a slight whimper.

On the way to the café, we often gave ourselves a kiss in a darkened doorway (we were such old-movie tragics). That night, it was especially good; close and lingering.

I became bolder. One evening I sat behind Sam. I slipped a hand between the seats, over her shoulder and started undoing the buttons of her blouse. She stared ahead (it was a Hitchcock thriller) as I pulled her blouse apart and exposed her soft, full breasts in their bra. With her chest heaving I ran my hand over the curve of the breast, feeling the nipple harden to my touch.

The next time I sat beside her but "accidentally" dropped something. Crouched below the seat, I ran my hand up under her shirt. As always she gasped, but this time I had really caught her off-guard. I tugged and pulled at the buttons to open the shirt, while she fixed her eyes on the screen. She was wearing a purple bra, but I didn't stop there. I pulled the fabric down so that one then the other big breast rolled out. Her nipples naturally point down slightly and they were now both aiming at me. I will always remember the sight of her face and her rising and falling chest, lit by the flickering screen, above those beautiful round boobs. How we weren't caught or reported for indecency I'll never know.

The vision came back to me that night as I lay in my bed. My hand found its way down to my cock And I gave myself a wonderful orgasm recalling - and extending - the event.

I know the games read like I'm some dirty old creep violating an attractive young woman, and we smile about them now, but they really were just a game. After the movie we always sat and chatted cheerfully and endlessly, about the film but also about everything else: attitudes, friends, parents, work. 

Then, that special night. We met in town, but she had a DVD. The Decameron by Pasolini. It's a string of amusing stories, set in medieval Italy. In Italian. Yeah, not everyone's cup of tea, but the sexy ones are pretty sexy. And Pasolini doesn't have the Hollywood fear of penises: you get to see a few, in a very natural way.

"We're going back to my place tonight. Tonight's the night."

We'd talked about sex a bit - I knew her mother was very supportive of her giving herself "to the right guy", and we dared each other to describe our fantasies. But it was only talk. I really didn't put myself up as "the right guy". Our fantasy games were separate to the real thing. In fact, Sam was almost never in my mind when I jerked off: her friendship was just too special. So her change of tonight's plans startled me.

On the way home I heard that her father was away on a work trip again. Mum was going out for the evening and seemed to know what might be about to happen. Sam got on really well with both; the few times I'd met them at pick-ups and drop-offs I could see why.

At her house. A compact two-storey town house, brick, with living areas downstairs and bedrooms upstairs. The lounge and kitchen/dining area were one large space. A couch was sort of in the middle, dividing it. A flat-screen TV was against one wall. Sam went over to the DVD player and dropped the disc in.

"Can you get me a drink?" she said simply as she flopped onto the couch.

On the kitchen counter were two small glasses and a square bottle. I had to smile. Lovely Sam, with Cointreau, I like the way you're thinking.

As I came over to the couch from behind, I was flooded with the memory of our time when I sat behind her in the cinema. I stood looking down at her and had a similar view to that first one, that triggered our whole mad escapade. More memories tumbled out. Something powerful came over me and seemed to guide every move.

Putting the bottle on the couch, I gave her a glass of Cointreau and gently took the remote out of her hand. I skipped over the movie to a point near the end, a story of two young lovers who sleep together on the roof of their house. I left it to play. I gave myself a generous sip of my drink. "Watch the movie." I commanded.

Immediately she took in a breath and I recognised the change. I put down my glass and stroked both of her shoulders she rolled them and sighed in response. I rubbed her shoulder muscles and felt them ease. She rocked her head from one side to the other. I moved down.

She was wearing a simple blouse. With my arms around her I undid one button after another, exposing the soft skin of her chest. Her breasts were held up and together by that purple bra, leaving a dark cleft between.

Without the advantage of the angle, I had to be careful this time. I gently eased each breast out so I could enjoy their size and shape better. I caressed them in turn, rolling each nipple in my fingers. The areolas would harden to my touch, pushing each pink nipple out. Sam breathed heavily, but stared ahead. I kissed and nibbled her neck, causing her breath to catch.

Still from behind, I lightly pushed her forward. When she complied I pulled her blouse down and off, then undid her bra, tugging off the shoulder straps so she could shake her arms out of it. Her boobs naturally separated And I could easily run my palms up and down over the nipples. Sam started to squirm in her seat. That seemed like a prompt to go further.

More to one side now, I ran my hand over her soft tummy and down to her pants. I undid the button and the zipper and felt the warmth rising up from her. She levered herself up and wriggled the pants down to give me easier access. I felt sparse curls over a soft pad of skin. Further in, the beginning of a cleft. I could faintly smell the scent of her arousal. She rolled her hips as if to welcome me.

All this was fantastic, but a strain on my virgin member. I snuck a hand in to straighten it inside my own pants. Sam noticed me and whispered, "Take it out."

"Oh Sam, you and your boobs, they're enough to make me come already!" I was becoming anxious this was too much excitement.

"Take it out! Let me see! Let me see your stiff cock!"

She pulled me round the couch and eagerly undid my belt and jeans. My cock leapt out, bobbing and swinging, a smear of precum already across the tip. Sam's half-down pants had made her stumble and she was now kneeling in front of my raging shaft. I prodded her breasts with it. She grabbed it and pulled the skin up and down the shaft. I groaned. 

"Oh Sam, that's too much. I'm gonna--"

"Yes! Come on me! Come on my tits! Come!" Sam was urgent. She hurriedly stroked up and down. She cradled her breasts around it and rubbed them along the shaft. That did it.

My whole body shuddered. Peeping between the luscious flesh, my cock spurted onto her chest. Shiny come splashed out, up to her neck, even a bit on her chin. I had trouble breathing now, while Sam just made little "oh" noises. My leg muscles seemed to lock up. My balls were against her boobs. I felt dizzy.

We looked down at it together. My softening cock was awash with come, lying in a channel made by her breasts pressed together. Her skin shone with my semen. Tiny drops were in my hairs. We couldn't believe it.

"Did we do that?" Sam started, "Did I do that? I can't believe... I'm a virgin, this is the first real cock I've ever seen and I've made it come all over my tits. You're still dressed! What are we doing? What--?"

I hushed her with a finger on her lips. "I love you. I love you, and thank you. It felt fantastic. But let's do this properly." I was surprising myself at how much I was leading this. Probably because I didn't believe any of it was actually happening.




Movie Buff



"We need to feel comfortable. And really here, for each other, not in a fantasy game. And do we need... precautions? I wasn't expecting anything, so I haven't brought any..."

Sam laughed nervously. "Ah, I'm on the Pill. I hope you don't mind, I've wanted you for ages, but I wanted to be sure you were the right one. Mum thinks you are. She helped me get set up. I want you. Do you want me?"

Oh, I wanted her, but I didn't know how to answer, so I took charge again. "Let's wipe you up and we'll take it slower. Let our bodies do it."

I led her upstairs and into the bathroom. There was a face cloth on the end of the bath. As I was rinsing it she stared at herself in the large mirror above the basin. It seemed natural to come behind her and wipe down her sticky breasts. We both watched as I wiped over each soft globe, under the curve then across the nipple. They swung easily back to position after my attention. 

We watched as I kissed her ear and down her neck. My fingers undid her pants and helped them fall to the floor. She turned and pulled my tee-shirt over my head. I watched as her back muscles flexed and her bottom jiggled in its panties. My jeans were undone already so she only had to help them down. She hugged me, skin to skin. I felt her softness against my hardness.

I turned her back so we were both watching again. She watched me caress her shoulders and arms, then go under and play with her soft breasts. I lifted them, rubbed them together, rolled the nipples in my fingers. I tucked my hands into the warm dampness underneath. I ran my hands down and into her plump tummy. I played with her deep belly button and stretched her skin one way and another. I tucked my fingers into her panties.

I stretched them over her buttocks, then so slowly, down her legs. At rest her tummy made a slight crease above her wide pubic area that I was uncovering. Her thin curls of hair made an arc between her thighs and accentuated the cleft between her fleshy outer labia. Her thighs met and partly concealed her treasure. Naked we just stopped and admired her.

"My God, so sexy!" I whispered.

Sam was doubtful at first, then slowly beamed. "I am sexy. I'm so sexy with you. I'm so fucking sexy. Ahhhh!" 

She stopped suddenly when my hands ran over her buttocks and gently pulled them apart. I put one hand between the cheeks and she sighed. She leant forward, hands on the basin so her breasts swung easily, the downward points of the nipples highlighting the curve of the flesh. My hand roamed forward and literally slipped in.

Her cleft was awash with her juices. My hand moved between folds of skin and into crevices. Everything was wet. Sam sighed and made a tiny whimper with each breath. I stretched over her back and kissed and bit her shoulder. The whimper was louder. I could feel her rolling her hips for my hand.

Abruptly she pulled away and twisted around. She pulled my head down (I'm nearly a head taller than she is) and kissed me fiercely. She wriggled herself up onto the bench beside the basin, pulled me in with her legs and kissed me on the level. This seemed to give her confidence as she kissed and lightly bit me, on the nose, my ears, my chin, while her hands kneaded and pressed my shoulders. In my arms I held her, revelling in her plump soft sides and armpits.

"Take me to my room," she whispered.

I hefted her up from her position on the basin. She wrapped her legs tightly round me and we made our way to her bedroom. Seeing my way through Sam's mad hair was no easy feat but we got there. I put her carefully on the bed.

On the bed. Her bed. I was naked, in her room where she was sitting, on the bed, naked. I really wasn't believing myself now. Sam let her hands run down my skinny torso and over my thighs. She looked up at me, opened her mouth as if to say something, then closed it. She just smiled.

Then she fell backwards. She went down like a rag doll onto the bed, hair going everywhere, tummy rolling and boobs jiggling, two jellies rippling on a plate. Her wide-open legs gave me a view I still don't believe I saw. 

Sam's thin curls of hair came down over soft outer lips and became longer wisps. The bright pink skin had darker tints in the crevices, through the hairs it shone with her fluids. The lips matched the wide thighs perfectly, soft and padded and asking for a touch. They were open slightly to reveal small wrinkled inner lips and the slim dark hole of her vagina. But overpowering the sight was the scent of her arousal, a sweet, sexual aroma that held me like a lasso. It was pulling me down to her secret place.

She watched as I ran my hands down each leg, from ankles to knees to soft thighs. She opened her legs wider for me as I lowered my head and gently kissed her pussy. She breathed in hard. I dived in.

The smell was stronger, a mixture of her skin, a faint hint of soap, a fainter hint of urine, the strong sweet scent of her juices. I lapped and licked her folds as she rolled her hips up to me. Sometimes she stretched her lips wide open and I ran the tip of my tongue over the shiny pink skin and into the dark hole of her vagina.

Sam loved it all. Her cries were loud then soft, short gasps then long pauses or moans. Her hips rolled and bucked, or held still, quivering. Her hands roamed: into her pussy, over my head, up and down her legs, stretching wide and clutching the sheets.

My tongue roamed: into her pussy, over the wrinkled inner lips, up into her little hooded clit, down around her anus as it flexed with pleasure. I wriggled a finger as well as my tongue into her vagina and tugged and pulled at the sides. I wanted it all, and wanted to give her pleasure, wanted to fill her to overflowing.

I could sense her passion mounting. She put her feet on my shoulders and scratched her nails through my hair. Tremors sent ripples across her wide thighs and her whimpers started a steady crescendo. Suddenly she clamped thighs and hands against me.

"AaaaaAAAAIIIEEEE! AAAH! AAHH! AHHH! Ahhhh..." Then she sobbed, cried with pleasure. I could see a tear run out the corner of her eye and down her temple into her hair. I saw little tremors in her generous flanks and in her breasts. Her chest was heaving between the little sobs.

She propped herself up on her elbows, her hair still a mess, just possibly worse. Her cheeks were flushed and there were pink patches down her body. Her nipples had receded and were part if the gentle curve of each breast. She was beaming.

"Oh my. Incredible. Fucking, incredible. I can still feel it. I want to feel you. I want you to fuck me. Fuck me."

"Oh yes! But, it might, y'know... hurt..."

"I don't care. This is what I want, with you, now."

I came up to her as she sat on the edge if the bed, legs apart, cunt damp and shiny. She looked down at my waving cock, then took hold of it and expertly worked it between her lips. She moved it up and down her cleft, then pushed it quite low and into her vagina. 

We both watched as my cockhead disappeared between her hairy lips. My skin was slightly darker than hers. As I gently thrust, my shaft glistened with her fluids. I was in, but I felt a resistance inside. I looked into her eyes.

She could feel it too, her hymen in its place, doing its job. We hesitated. Then she gently held my head in her hands. She kissed me, softly, tenderly. With her lips against mine, she let her hands slide down, under mine and around my waist. She clutched me tight, forcing my cock further in and signalling to me: take me.

I felt her wincing through her lips. She tensed up just as I plunged my cock deeply into her. I was getting distressed and I started to pull out when she held my hips.

"Keep it there. I... need to feel it."

"But I don't want to hurt you."

"It isn't really hurting, it's sort of, stinging. Well that's hurt I guess. But I'm thinking of you. I'm thinking if that orgasm you just gave me. My other orgasms when I've thought of you, all your sexy touches. Mmmm. Start thrusting slowly, really slowly. It's getting nicer."

Our first fuck was on the edge of Sam's bed. I was nearly leaning over her, she was holding onto me, gazing up at me, with a surprised look more than anything else, on her face. We fucked gently, carefully. It was weird: it felt fantastic, but it was almost spiritual. And I will always remember the scent of her arousal.

"We're... doing it, we're fucking." Sam was thinking aloud (again). "Stings but feels good. You're inside me. Uhh, deep inside me! And I'm not a virgin any more. I'm deflowered. Such a strange word!"

We were starting to slide off the covers.

"Come up on the bed with me," she said, smiling.

I pulled out. My cock was glistening in the soft bedroom light, standing out from me. With faint red streaks on it? i couldn't tell. Sam rolled over and got up to crawl up the bed. I drank in the sight of her, messy hair, soft round shoulders, breasts swinging comfortably next to her slightly hanging tummy. Her big round buttocks flexed either side of her pussy. It was shining with the same juices, bright pink with arousal, her vagina open and dark. An unstoppable desire rose up in me. 

I jumped up on the bed and grabbed her hips in both hands. She froze but her breath quickened. "Stay there," I ordered, "my cock wants to fuck your beautiful big arse."

I spread her cheeks and admired her wrinkled anus and the start of her big outer lips, but my target was the gaping hole below. I guided my shaft in, it slid as easily as into butter. She cried out with lust and slapped against my hips as I thrust into her from behind. There seemed to be more space inside her and she certainly wanted me to go hard. I could make out her breasts swinging to her thrusts and shuddering as we slapped together.

My cock drove into her. I held her big buttocks, or her ribcage, even her breasts and shoulders. She was so wide open and wet and it seemed to encourage me more. When I closed my eyes I could see bright lights and crazy colours. My palms were damp, as was Sam's skin underneath them.

She slumped down and pointed her bottom up at me, stretching the skin around her anus. I felt a hand come up underneath, stroke the shaft ramming into her then start strumming her clit. She was whimpering again. Little tremors were starting in her thighs.

"It's happening again! God it's good, you inside me, making me come. But I want to see you. Let me turn over."

I came out of her and she flopped down and rolled onto her back. I could see the flushes on her skin, brighter now. She put her arms up to bring me in.

Now I was on top, looking down on her face, glowing and gasping. She eased my cock back in - her cunt was open now and with the wetness we were joined and sliding together straight away. She left her hands down between us and felt my shaft sinking into her, my hips flexing, my taut stomach muscles hard at work. One hand started to rub her clit while the other scratched its way up my chest and around my neck.

I saw her climax. I felt the urgency in the strokes on her clit, getting faster and faster. I saw the ripples and tremors in her bouncing breasts, and the red flushes across her chest. And her eyes: they stared at me but were seeing something else. Her eyebrows arched up, her mouth turned down as if she was about to cry. Her breathing was ragged.

"Ahh. Ahh. Ah. Ah-ah-hh. AAHHH!! OHH!! Oh fuck..." Tears sprang up and suddenly she was crying almost like a child, but a wild, pleasure-filled crying. Her legs were round me now, her lower hand came up and I was pulled down on top of her. I lost myself in her mad hair.

"Come. Please come. Come in me now!" It was a quiet request in my ear, but an urgent one.

It was what I wanted. Just giving my lovely Sam as much pleasure as I could. My climax came, less frantic than the earlier one. My balls tightened. My plunging cock sped up. Then I was there, a warm spurting deep in Sam's cunt. I could feel her vagina walls squeezing my cock, helping the last come leak out. Sam held me tight, keeping still herself so she could feel every sensation. She cried quietly. She whispered as faint as possible, "I love you."

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We were lying on our sides, facing each other, warm, sticky, content. I played with a strand of Sam's hair. She rubbed my scratchy chin and pulled at my lip. I put my hand between her breasts as they lay, one on top of the other. I wondered if it ever got better than this. Sam was thinking too.

"Oh my. Oh fucking my. It feels, I dunno, sore and wonderful. Messy, and, just unbelievable. You are unbelievable. 

"All those gooey movies, those love scenes, they make sense now. All these feelings rolling around inside me. I even understand Endless Love now."

"That doesn't mean I have to burn the house down, I hope."

"Any more of that talk and no more pussy for you!"

"Ha! Your pussy wants more!"

"My pussy, my tits, all of me wants more. Wants you. Wants it all. What is going on? I feel crazy — I AM crazy, but all I want is to... play, with you." She put her hand on my exhausted cock and lifted it up, rolling the fine, tacky skin between her fingers.

It was my turn. "And I want you. I realised I loved you that night in the café, when I bought you a Cointreau. You've always turned me on, with your smile and your liveliness, and when we played The Game... there were many times you were so sexy, I so nearly came!

"I want to be careful. I want to take care of you. But mostly I want make love with you — again and again!"

"Mmmm, shall we make a start then?"