3 comments/ 47631 views/ 7 favorites Theatre By: storyteller2525 Jill walked into the darken picture theatre, feeling lonely and a bit lost. She'd just had a fight with her boyfriend and was feeling pissed off. Once again, they'd made love, and once again, he'd left her high and dry. When they'd first met, he had been a wonderful lover, always making sure that she'd had an orgasm. Now though, all he seemed to do was to put his cock inside her and pump a few times, climax and then just get out of the bed. She felt that she was just being used simply as vessel for him to unload his cum. She'd tried many times to talk about it with him, but he refused to even discuss it with her. He hardly even bothered to make oral love to her any more. It seemed that he was more interested in watching the TV or going out with the boys. She was nearly in tears as she sat down on the seat, just as the movie started. She wiped a tear away angrily, determined that he wasn't going to get her down too much. She was unsure even what movie she was watching. All she'd wanted to do was to be somewhere where she could be alone in her misery. The movies seemed the perfect place for it; here she could sit in the dark, totally unseen by any one else that was in here. She suddenly realized that she'd walked into an adult theatre by mistake. On the giant screen in from of her, she watched in at first horror, then with increasingly fascination as the guy on the screen started to use his tongue on the young girl he was with. "Damn lucky bitch" Jill said, without realizing that she'd spoken aloud. It'd been far too long since she'd had oral done to her like that. She squeezed her thighs together as she felt herself becoming horny. She wondered if she should in fact get up and leave, but decided not too, after all, who could see her in here? And besides, she was becoming far too horny to want to leave just yet. She wondered if she could get away with rubbing herself here in the darkness of the theatre? The very thought of masturbating inside a picture theatre, both horrified her and yet strangely thrilled her at the same time. Jill didn't take her eyes from the action on the screen as she raised her skirt towards her stomach, leaving her panties exposed. Jill watched as the guy's tongue started teasing the girl's clitoris. God, how she wished it was her clitoris getting teased by that tongue right now. Jill was so horny right now, she wished that she'd brought her vibrator from home with her, but of course, she'd not expected to be watching an adult movie, had she? Jill slowly slipped her fingers of her right hand under the elastic band of her panties, trying not to draw any attention to herself as she did so. She slowly moved her fingers down towards her moist vagina. When her fingers touched her clitoris, it sent a thrill right through her. It'd been so long since anyone, even herself, had touched her clitoris. Feeling braver, Jill slipped her fingers back out of her panties and raised her hips high enough to allow her to slip her panties off her hips. Then, she decided that she might as well take them right off, so she looked around and saw that everyone's attention was fully focused on the movie. Encouraged by this, she carefully slipped her panties right off and placed them in her handbag next to her. She then placed her fingers back on her vagina She started to playing with her clit, slowly tugging at it with her fingers, she'd not had to make her clit hard as it'd been hard even since she first started watching the porn film. She enjoyed the feelings of her own fingers on her clitoris, her fingers soon became wet from her juices as she began to slowly rub her entire outer vagina lips. Then, she slowly began to insert her middle finger inside herself, at the same time, using her thumb to gently and slowly massage her clit. She wanted this enjoyment to last as long as possible, because unless she played with herself, she was not about to have anyone's fingers play with her like this for quite some time. Unless she changed her boy friend of course. Jill closed her eyes in pleasure as she felt her vaginal muscles gripping her finger like a tiny cock. Warm, fuzzy feelings were pulsing from her vagina to the pit of her stomach. Carefully and slowly, Jill slid down on the seat, so that her thighs were now spread apart, allowing her to insert a second finger inside herself. She had to bite her top lip to stop herself from moaning out loudly with pleasure as she felt her vagina being filled with her wet fingers. She was thinking of the times when her boy friend used to be a kind and caring lover to her, using his tongue to bring her to a mind-blowing orgasm. Her full attention was on the pleasure she was going through, plus the fact that she had her eyes closed, she failed to see or hear someone sit next to her in the darkness. Jill was slowly plunging her finger in and out of herself and the very first time her brain registered that she was no longer alone, was when she felt someone else's fingers on her naked thigh. Jill froze in terror at being caught with her fingers shoved deep inside her like this. She didn't look to see who it was sitting next to her, all she wanted to do, was to find a hole big enough and deep enough for her to hide herself in. Her face was burning with embarrassment at being caught like this. Jill felt the stranger's fingers moving up towards her crotch. Jill didn't know what to do. One part of her wanted to rush out of the theatre screaming and one part of her wanted to see just what would happen if she stayed. Jill was surprised to find that the part of her that wanted to stay was stronger than the part that wanted to run away. The man' strong thick fingers had reached her own hand by this time and Jill quickly pulled her own fingers out of her moist vagina and moved her hand away from her crotch. The man's fingers scratched lightly through her pubic hairs, sending tiny thrills through Jill's body. Jill jumped when she felt his finger's touch her clitoris. It was as though a huge electrical current had been shot through her vagina and then through her entire body. Jill wasn't sure if it was just because it was someone else's fingers touching her down there, or because it was the bizarre situation that she was in. Here she was, letting a complete stranger finger her pussy in the semi darkness of an adult theatre. The utter naughtiness of it all was also strangely thrilling. Neither one of them had even spoken a single word to each other the whole time. Jill was surprised when he spoke to her. "You like this, don't you?" He asked in a deep voice. Jill couldn't speak, so instead just nodded. The man started to tease Jill's clitoris, gently at first, but then with increasing downward pressure on her clitoris. Jill again closed her eyes and let the enjoyment flow through her. He began slowly running the tips of his fingers up and down the groove between her outer lips, sending fresh thrills through her. Then, without any sort of warning, he shoved two fingers deep inside her wet vagina. Jill jumped in both shock and pain, as she'd not expected him to just ram his fingers inside her like that. But, despite the pain of his fingers digging inside of her, Jill could not stop fresh waves of pleasure flowing through her. He was fairly ramming himself inside her by this time and Jill started responding to each deep thrust of his fingers. His thick fingers were plunging as deep inside her as he could get them and Jill was getting closer and closer towards an orgasm. Suddenly, Jill felt fingers from his free hand slip inside her top. She felt his fingers slip inside her bra and cupping her entire breast in his warm, but rough hand. Then he gripped her nipple in a painful pinch and began to twist and pull at her nipple. Jill nearly cried out with the pain of it all, but somehow managed to stop herself from crying out. Jill's orgasm was close and despite the pain from her nipple, Jill wanted the release of her pent-up desires. The warm, fuzzy feelings that had first started when he'd started rubbing her clitoris had now changed to white-hot burning desire. She was returning each upward thrust of his fingers, with an equally powerful downward thrust of her own hips, trying to get his fingers as deep inside her as she could get them. The pain from her nipple and each powerful thrust of his fingers made her orgasm inch closer and closer. Then, with a powerful explosion, her orgasm exploded through her entire body. Jill couldn't stop the sounds of the low moaning of pleasure escaping her lips even though she tried. The wonderful feelings inside her seemed to rush through her body, with incredible speed, stopping all thoughts of where she was, what was happening to her. Her mind was a complete sea of waves of fantastic pleasure. Her vaginal muscles gripped his thick, hot fingers within her, as she rode her orgasm to its peak. Then, he withdrew his fingers from within her and Jill felt a strange emptiness inside her vagina as he did so. Then he spoke again and it took Jill a couple of seconds to understand what he'd said. "What?" Jill asked in astonished tone of voice, when her mind sorted out what he'd told her to do. "Get down on your knees in front of me" he again ordered her. Jill then understood the he wanted her to suck him off in the picture theatre. "I can't do that," she whispered back in a shocked voice. "Do it." he ordered, giving her nipple a savage twist of his fingers. Pain shot through her body, making her jump in pain. Jill yelped and to stop the pain, nodded her head indicating her agreement with his order. He released her nipple, allowing her one slim change to escape from him. But instead of taking that chance, after carefully looking around to make sure that no one was taking any interest in what she was about to do, Jill slipped from her seat, and moved between his legs on her knees. While the floor was hard on her knees, Jill's mind was filled with both shame and excitement at what was happening to her. "Open my zipper." He ordered. Jill raised her hands to his crotch and wasn't really surprised to feel his erection pushing against his pants. It felt huge to her fingers through the material of his pants, as she slowly undone the zipper, allowing his cock to spring free. "Ok, now take it into your mouth and give me the best blow job, you've ever given anyone before now." He ordered her in a low, but harsh tone of voice. Jill gripped the shaft of his cock in her hand and was surprised at how thick it felt to her. It must have been nearly 3 inches thick and by the length in her hand, must have been nearly 7-8 inches long. Jill hesitated for a few seconds. "Do it now" He ordered her, gripping her hair in a painful grip and shoving her face down towards his cock. Jill opened her mouth and he pushed her face downwards onto the head of his cock. Jill felt the flesh of his penis scrap past her teeth and gagged as he continued to push her head downwards. She felt like she was going to choke to death and started to pull away from him. He must have realized that he'd been pushing too hard and Jill felt him remove his hand from the top of her head. "There's no need to be so rough," Jill whispered loudly to him after taking his cock out of her mouth. "Sorry" Was his only reply, but he didn't sound sorry at all. "Keep sucking," he ordered her. Jill was scared but did as she was told. She re-opened her mouth and lowered her mouth back down onto the head of his cock and started to slowly suck him off. The roughness and texture of his cock inside her mouth, while strange to her, was also exciting. Jill figured that it was because of where she was doing it (a theatre) that made it exciting to her. He was shoving himself upwards into her mouth, making her gag a couple of times. So, Jill gasped his cock shaft, thereby stopping him from entering her mouth too deeply. Without any sort of warning, he again held her head downwards on the head of his cock and Jill felt something hot enter her throat. She knew straight away that he'd just started to cum inside her mouth. While she'd given heaps of blowjobs to her boyfriend before today, she'd never swallowed his cum. This time, she had very little say in whether or not she would swallow this guy's cum. She felt another rope of cum enter her mouth, followed by a third. There was little she could do except swallow his cum as he emptied himself into her mouth. Finally, He stopped Cumming inside her mouth and Jill was surprised when his penis hadn't become limp after his climax. Her boyfriend's cock always became limp after he'd climax, so this was new to her. The man released her head and Jill raised her mouth off his still erect cock. For the first time, Jill looked up at the man in front of her. While his face was still partly covered with darkness from the theatre, Jill could see that he wasn't too bad looking. He appeared older than what she'd first thought. At a guess, Jill would have said between 40 and 50 years of age, Jill still had her hand around the shaft of his thick cock and wondered what it'd feel like buried inside her. But, there was no way she was ever going to fuck him inside here. He however, had other ideas. "Get up off your knees and turn around and sit on my lap," he ordered her. Jill at first was going to refuse, but when he reached forward and grabbed her by the hair, she decided to do, as he wanted. "Ok, no need to get rough again" She hissed at him. Jill carefully looked around her and satisfied that no one else was taking any notice of him or her, she somehow managed to turn herself around facing the giant screen in front of her. On the screen, the guy was ramming himself as deep as he could into the young girl. The man behind Jill shoved his hands up under her skirt and gripped her by the hips. Then started to pull her down towards his still erect cock. It hit Jill's arse at first and it was then that Jill reached between their bodies and gripped the shaft of his thick cock and placed it at the entrance to her still moist vagina. As soon as the man felt her vagina lips touch the head of his cock, he roughly pulled her downwards onto his cock. Jill felt some pain as the head of his cock ploughed between her outer vaginal lips, even though she was very wet from her juices. As the cock continued it's way up inside of her, Jill could feel it's invading force filling her completely. There was nothing gentle about this at all; in fact, it felt like she was being raped. He finished ramming himself up inside her and Jill had never had someone this big inside her before tonight. The head of his cock was pressing up against her womb, and while it felt uncomfortable at first, it also felt just right. Then he lifted her halfway off his cock and again pulled her downwards onto his cock roughly. This continued for a couple of minutes, each time he rammed himself up inside of her, Jill could feel herself starting to respond to his downward thrusts. He must have sensed this, because he took his hands from her hips and placed then up inside of her top, gripping her breasts as he did so. He was pinching her nipples through her bra and even though it hurt Jill, it was a pain like no other she'd felt before tonight. It was a pain of both hurt and pleasure mixed together and that spurred Jill on. Jill started to ram herself down onto his cock harder and harder each time. Jill couldn't believe that here she was, fucking a complete stranger inside a picture theatre. The very idea was mind-blowing to say the lest. Jill's juices were fairly flowing by this time and she wanted all of his hot, thick cock filling her as deep as it could go. He was starting to grunt and Jill knew that he was close to climaxing again. She wanted to feel his hot cum explode inside her, even though she knew that she might become pregnant to him. She always took protection while making love to her boyfriend, but for some unknown reason didn't care if this guy made her pregnant. That part she couldn't work out. Right then, it was far too late to worry about one way or the other as she felt him ram himself as deep as it'd go and she felt his hot, scalding cum enter her vagina. That was more than enough to trigger her own orgasm. She felt her mind let go as she felt the fantastic feelings of pleasure flow through her body. As she rode the waves of her 2nd orgasm, Jill could feel their juices mixing together inside her as he pumped away at her. Finally, she felt his cum stop shooting up inside her and when she felt his cock starting to soften inside her, knew it was time for her to leave. Besides, by the look of it, the picture was just about finished away. Jill lifted herself from his wilting cock and felt their mixed juices begin to leak out of her. There were no further words spoken between them, as Jill reached over and picked up her bag and prepared to leave. Jill took one last look at the man who'd just fucked her and saw that he had a big grin on his face. Jill couldn't stop the smile that appeared on her own face and the man winked at her as she started to move along the seats towards the exit. Jill felt some of their mixed juices still leaking out of her and run down her thighs. She was just glad that the lights were still off, so she could make good her escape. Jill stood outside the theatre on the sidewalk and rubbed her belly wondering if indeed she'd just become pregnant? Well, she'd worry about that when and if the need arose. Jill also knew that she'd be coming back here again in the faint hope that once more he'd be there, waiting for his next victim. She wanted to be that victim again. Theatre 101 "Hi," he said with a crooked smile, "my name is Todd. I'll be auditioning for the role of Hamlet." As he took the stage and began his monologue, she stopped her conversation with her stage manager. She was riveted. She'd been directing since college, and only once before had she been so captivated by an actor. She stared at him as he spoke; he was tall, brown hair, piercing blue eyes, good body—he had forgotten to shave that morning, giving him a darker, more brooding look. When she was able to tear herself away from his looks, she realized he also had a certain something—his performance was compelling and powerful. She wanted him, and at the time, she thought it was just for his talent. When she posted the cast list the next day, she stood in the hallway as she always did to gauge the reactions of the students when they received their roles. It always pained her to see the disappointed ones who hadn't made the cut, but she loved to watch the excitement when a student saw their name on the list, sometimes for the first time. For some reason, she was compelled to see Todd's reaction. As she stood there, she watched the ecstatic cries of joy from those cast as Ophelia, Claudius, Gertrude, and all the others, and she found herself impatient to see Todd. Where was he? All the other actors had come and gone. She was worried. What if he didn't want the part, or what if he assumed he hadn't made it, so he just didn't bother to show up. She had never seen him at auditions before, which meant he was either a freshman, or he just had never tried before. She went back in to her office and began to look again at her cast selection, deciding who she could put in the role of Hamlet. As she was looking over her notes, she heard a tentative knock on her door. When she turned, it was Todd. He had that same crooked smile, and he looked a little embarrassed. "Can I help you," she said, trying not to seem excited. "Well, I guess. Are you Professor Stinson?" "Yes. What can I do for you?" "Well, my name is Todd Lawrence, and it seems that you've just cast me as Hamlet." "Yes, I did. Congratulations." "Are you sure you meant me? I mean, I'm just a freshman, and I've never been onstage before" "Well, Todd, that may be true, but you are a natural. I was very impressed with your audition. I am looking forward to working with you. Our first rehearsal is tomorrow night at 8:00." She stood up and crossed to him, holding out her hand for a congratulatory handshake. He hesitated a little, but then grasped her hand firmly, sending an electric shock through her. "Well, thanks. See you tomorrow." He released her hand and walked away. She had to sit down quickly after he let her go. If she didn't know better, she'd think she was attracted to him. But in her head, she knew that was impossible. She was in her forties, and he was eighteen. It would be inappropriate, and unprofessional. She settled herself down, put him out her mind, and prepared for the next day's rehearsal. The next day's rehearsal went very smoothly. All the cast were excited about their parts, and she could tell that all of them were right for their parts. She was also very pleased to see instant chemistry between Todd and Shana, the young lady who was playing Ophelia. When rehearsal ended that night, she watched the two of them head off towards the campus café to have some coffee, and she knew she had a successful production on her hands. As rehearsals progressed, she was pleased to see everyone living up to their potential. Everyone was learning their lines, and their blocking. The costumes and sets were developing each night, and she was beginning to see the end product. Amongst all the progress, there was one dark spot. The confrontation between Ophelia and Hamlet. In the original script, Ophelia tells her father of Hamlet coming to her room to torment her—in her version, she made it a flashback that the audience could see. It was her attempt to show the passion that Hamlet has for Ophelia to show the audience that he truly despises himself for what he does for her, leading him to fling himself into her grave when he discovers her death. At the end of the scene, Hamlet is supposed to press Ophelia up against the wall and passionately kiss her, then run his hands up and down her body, feeling every part of her, then leave her, breathless. The chemistry that Professor Stinson had seen on the first night was there, but for some reason, Todd and Shana were hesitant in rehearsal. One night, about four weeks into production, she asked Shana and Todd to stay after everyone had left. She thought perhaps they were just intimidated by so many eyes watching. They began the scene, and while it was better, it was still missing something. The kiss wasn't deep enough, and there was too much space between their bodies. They continued to rehearse, and she realized that it wasn't just the scene that was bothering her—it was the interaction between the two. As she watched Todd press Shana to the wall for the fourth time that night, her stomach flipped. She was getting turned on. She could feel herself getting wet watching him thrust his tongue into her mouth, and press his hands to her body. She watched, getting aroused, but at the same time, angry that it just wasn't right. She realized that she wasn't looking at the two of them—she was looking at Todd. She was jealous. It wasn't that the scene wasn't right, it was fine—it wasn't what she wanted, because she wanted to be there—she wanted to be Ophelia. "Take five" she said, and quickly left the room. She rushed to her office and closed the door. "What am I going to do?" she thought, "this can't be happening." In ten years as a college professor, she had never once been attracted to one of her students. She had directed love scenes before, but she had never reacted this way. As an actress, she had performed love scenes, and it had never felt like this. As she stared at her script for Hamlet, she remembered the jolt when he had shaken her hand that first night. She also began to recall all the looks she had passed his way during rehearsals, all the physical closeness they had shared—guiding him physically to his proper place on stage, the touches on the arm when she was explaining character motivations, the specificity of her emotional directions to his character. She had thought she was directing him, but in reality, she had been flirting, and she realized that she wanted him, and that the scene she had created for him and Shana was her fantasy, alive on stage. She slid her hand between her legs and realized how much she wanted him. "No," she thought, "I can't. He's only eighteen, I'm his professor. I'll lose my job." She steeled herself and headed back to the stage. "Thank you, Shana and Todd. It's looking much better. I'll see you both tomorrow." They headed toward the back of the theatre, and out of the corner of her eye she saw Shana kiss Todd passionately. "So, they really are a couple," she thought, "that's good." He whispered something to her and she left. "Professor Stinson?" "Yes, Todd," she said, trying to keep her voice flat. "Be honest. How does that scene really look?" "It looks fine. It is very clear that Hamlet and Ophelia have a long standing passionate relationship." "I don't think so." "Why not?" "There's just something missing. I know I'm not an experienced actor, but it doesn't feel right." "What do you mean?" "Well, whenever I do other parts of the play, I feel them. When I am confronting my mother, I feel the rage. When I kill Polonius, I feel the anger and the madness. I don't feel the passion." "Well, it certainly looks it. Besides, I know you and Shana are an item, so just let your natural passions for each other show on stage, and it will be fine." "That's just it. Shana is much more into the couple thing than I am." "Oh, I see." "It just sort of happened. I'm not really all that interested in her. I mean, she's hot and all, but . . ." "But . . ." "Never mind. Anyway, I wanted to ask if you would work with me on the scene." "I don't think that's necessary." "Please, Professor. I want this to be perfect." "Well . . . " He looked at her with his crooked smile and she realized he was touching her arm. "Fine. It will have to be Saturday night." "That's fine. Great. Thank you." "Don't forget to tell Shana. Eight o'clock," she called after him as he rushed out of the theatre. As she headed to the theatre on Saturday at seven-thirty, she realized that her palms were sweaty and that she had butterflies in her stomach. She felt like a high school girl, heading for her prom night. As she walked, she realized that she had unconsciously put on her best black lace thong panties, and best black lace bra, and that her pants accentuated her butt quite nicely. She had also unconsciously put on her favorite blue sweater, which she almost always wore on dates because it showed off her cleavage so nicely. She had had several very dirty dreams about her and Todd over the past several nights, so she wasn't quite sure how she'd be able to get through this evening, but she'd have to. She felt his breath on the back of her neck as she was leafing through the script. When she turned, he was there. He pulled her to him and kissed her with such force her knees almost gave out. Although she tried to resist, knowing it was wrong, she found herself wrapping her arms around him and thrusting her tongue into his mouth. When they parted, breathless, she pushed him away. "Todd, I think you need to leave. I am your professor, we cannot do this." "But Professor, I want you." "No, you don't. You only think you do. I'm forty-two, you're eighteen. I'm way too old for you. Besides, I'm your professor." "I know you want me too." "No, I don't." He stepped toward her, grabbing her hands and pulling her towards him. "Yes, you do. I've seen the way you look at me. I've noticed that you find a way to touch me more than you touch anybody else." "I'm directing you." "Maybe. But it's more than that. Why do you spend so much time on the kissing scene?" "I want it to be right." He pulled her into him, and he was lightly kissing her neck and chest, and she felt herself become aroused, her nipples hardening with each touch. "Of course you do. But it will never be right with her. Only with you." He runs his fingers down her back, and she shivers. "Todd . . . please. I can't." "Yes, you can. No one has to know." He kisses her again, hard, pushing his tongue into her mouth. "But . . ." He pulls away from her and leads her onto the set, the set where she had been watching him perform with Shana for weeks. Her pussy began to drip with excitement. She still hesitates, wanting him so badly. "Professor . . ." he pushes her up against the wall just as he had with Shana, and begins to kiss her again. She feels his cock hardened in his jeans press against her thigh, and she becomes even wetter. "Call me Anna," she gasps. "Anna," he whispers in her ear, as he sucks on her earlobes and kisses her neck. He steps back from her and pulls off his shirt. Her stomach jumps as she sees his young muscled body—not too big, not too small, nicely defined. He unbuttons his jeans and drops them to the floor, releasing his long, hard cock from its prison. She gasps again, realizing it's much bigger than she expected. She imagines what it will feel like inside of her. Todd steps back to her, and kisses her again, sliding his hand down her body and between her legs, feeling her heat and wetness. He slowly unbuttons her sweater, revealing her C cup breasts, and then slides her pants off her hips, revealing her relatively toned butt and thighs, still smooth, despite her age. "You are beautiful," he whispers. He deftly removes her bra with one hand then takes each nipple into his mouth, licking it, tasting it, suckling it. She moans in pleasure, her wetness flowing freely. He slides his warm hand inside her panties and slides a finger inside her moist pussy, fingering her, opening her. "Oh god, Todd . . ." she gasps. She had never wanted anyone so badly. "Take me!" She slides her hand down to his cock and slides it out of it cotton prison, and he jumps when she caresses it. He pushes her panties to the side and lifts her up, sliding his cock deep into her wet pussy. She cums almost immediately, bathing his cock in pussy juice, and he waits while she shudders. When she finishes, Todd begins to thrust into her deeply, alternating between deep kisses and deep suckling of her aching breasts. She cries out with each thrust, as he fills her with his young cock, her pussy dripping wet and hungry. He thrusts harder and harder, pounding her into the wall, until he finally pumps his seed into her, both screaming out in orgasm. They slide down the wall to the floor, bathed in sweat, his cock slowly sliding out of her dripping pussy. "That was a very productive rehearsal," she says, "I think this will be my best show ever." Theatre After cruising the city for a bit we stumbled upon an adult theatre and went inside to beat the heat and have some fun. The theatre wasn't too full as we took seats in the center of a row. While watching the screen Maria and I started to play with each other. As the action on screen got hotter Maria started stroking my cock through my shorts. My hand moved from her knee to her inner thigh and started to rub her outer lips. I looked away from the screen and looked at her; she, too, looked over at me. At that moment I noticed that someone was sitting next to her. I leaned in and whispered, "How long has he been there?" "Just a few minutes, maybe" she replied. Her attention went back to the screen as she stroked my cock harder; reassuring me that everything was in good fun. Her hand worked its way down my leg and then back up my thigh pulling my shorts up slightly, just enough for my bulbous head to stick out of the bottom of my shorts. Her finger rubbed the underside of my head and I felt it jerk up and down as she toyed with the nerves. As the movie went on she continued to work on my cock as I stuck a finger in her pussy. She let out a quiet moan as her legs opened wider and she orgasmed on my hand. I kept my attention on the screen as if nothing had happened and slowly worked my way out of her to play with her outer lips. As I was playing with her pussy and watching the slut on screen suck and give hand-jobs to the circle of men, I felt her fingers touch mine. At least, I had assumed that it was her hand. Much to my surprise, when I looked over I saw it was another man's hand. The man next to her! From what I could see in the dark theatre I could make out that he was a dark, muscular man with his pant's zipper undone and a raging hard-on sticking out. My hand went limp as I realized what was happening. He took over and worked her clit. As he worked her, she got a good grip on my head and slid down my shaft, towards the base working what shorts she could out of the way. She worked on the first four inches that were free, as I let my hand go back to working her pussy in unison with our friendly neighbor. I looked at her and she couldn't help but smile back. As I looked past her, I could see that she was giving him a hand-job. He looked over at me, smiled, and I smiled back. There it was, my wife stroking both of us off in an adult theatre. It was great. I stuck a finger back in her pussy and worked its wetness over her lips. That's when I felt two of his fingers work themselves next to mine as we pumped her pussy simultaneously. She manipulated both of our cocks, his more as it was free and completely in the open as we finger-fucked her pussy, looking straight ahead at the large screen. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her head go back. Her skirt was around her waist, three fingers in her, and her hands full of the two men who were working her to orgasm. No wonder her head went back! I was having a hard enough time keeping my eyes open with the pleasure and the scene going on in our row. That's when I heard our neighbor about to blow his load. "Oh yeah baby. Don't stop. Ohh, ohh!" I looked over and Maria was furiously pulling on his dick at lightning speed. Apparently we got someone's attention as I saw a man wearing a baseball cap walking down the row, toward us. "Ahh, ohhhh, ahhhhh" Cum started shooting out of his cock and Maria's pumping slowed down as he orgasmed. Maria rolled her head forward, released my cock and pulled our fingers from her. She bent over to her cum covered hand and his cock. As she did so, I saw why her head had gone back; there was a big black cock, soaking wet from Maria's mouth, from the man standing behind us. The first guy had gotten up and traded places with the man in the baseball cap. Maria wasted no time in getting his cock to her mouth. With all of the action on my right side I didn't even see what was happening on my left. Finally, my pants were being unbuttoned. My cock was solid and needed to be freed. I looked away from Maria and saw that a beautiful redhead was undoing my pants. Once she got the zipper open she reached inside my boxers, wrapped her hand around my cock and pulled it free. Red went down and starting sucking my bald cock, never once making eye contact. She was on a mission and drawn to my cock. The black man standing behind us reached down, grabbed Maria by her hips and pulled her up. One foot was on the ground as she rested her knee and hand on the chairs. The man in the baseball cap had both of his hands on her head as he fucked her mouth. The black man, who had pulled her up, flipped her skirt up and exposed her ass and pussy. The smell of sex filled my nose. In the light from the movie I could see that Maria's pussy was soaked. The black man grabbed my head and pulled it back. "See something you like?" he asked as he took his cock and tapped my forehead with it. "Don't worry about her; you've got yourself to worry about." He took one hand and started to play with Maria's pussy as his other hand turned my head to the left. Red was busy doing a number on my big cock. She had a good amount of saliva worked around my shaft as she played on my head with her tongue. Red was bent over just like Maria was, with her ass in the air. I reached around and squeezed Red's firm ass and teased her fuck hole the best I could through her jeans. Just then a different man, wearing a jersey, came over and sat in the seat next to Red and reached around her hips, unzipped her pants and pulled them down exposing her thong and ass cheeks. I was then able to grab Red's ass and pull her cheeks apart. The man in the jersey grabbed the other cheek and together we spread her ass wide open. I'm sure the view was amazing. I could feel my cum boiling in my balls and could only imagine sticking my cock inside her. Red lifted her head off my cock when I saw the man begin tongue fucking her. With one of Red's hands wrapped around my shaft and the other playing with my balls, she went back to sucking my cock like a mad woman. I heard Maria moaning and I looked over. I couldn't see exactly what was going on but she was enjoying herself and that was all I needed to know. Her skirt was hiked up and the black man from behind had two fingers in her pussy and one in her ass. The black man then grabbed my head and turned it away again. "I told you to worry about yourself!" he demanded. I saw that the man in the jersey stood up and was pulling down his pants, exposing his semi-hard cock. He took his cock in one hand and started to slap Red's ass, which my hand was still on. I took a clue and slowly moved my hand away from her ass. Before I could get very far he grabbed my hand and started to stroke himself with our intertwined fingers. I could feel his dick getting harder as he removed his hand and I stroked him. My eyes were on his cock as his head played hide and seek, popping in and out of my fist. Feeling his veins and head slide in my hand was mesmerizing. He pulled his cock from my hand, bent down and tongue fucked Red's ass a little more. He then pointed his cock at her and slowly penetrated her ass. I grabbed her ass cheeks to open her up. She gasped and gagged on my cock as he pushed into her. "What a great slut!" I thought to myself. Suddenly, both of my hands were yanked up by my head. A cock was placed in each one and I started to stroke them. I couldn't see them but I could feel just how hard and thick they were. I was doing my best to stroke the two cocks in my hands. All the while, Red was being pounded harder and faster forcing my cock into her throat. I escaped my world for a moment to listen in on the situation Maria was in. I could hear the moans and groans from the guys and their cock slut. I could only imagine how many guys she had sucked off by now. I felt my orgasm about to hit hard. I continued to stroke the two cocks as I unloaded into Red's mouth. I let out a moan after each spurt, filling her mouth. Over the moans on screen and to my right I could hear Red sucking the cum that had escaped her lips as she rocked back and forth on jersey man's cock. I felt the cock in my left hand start to pump and jerk. I knew he was ready and concentrated on getting him off as Red was cleaning me up. I heard his moans and I felt his hard cock shoot his cum forward. I continued to pump as he sprayed his cum on Red's back while some of the spray made a little cum fly sideways and land on my cheek and neck. His cum rolled down my forearm, to my bicep and dripped off my elbow. He removed my hand and took over when he was done. I then focused on the right cock, trying to get him off in the same fashion. Just as I was about to turn my head to the right a hand pulled my head back to the left and a cock was at my lips. It was the cock I just jerked off. I could taste and feel his cum on my lips. I thought, "What the hell. Why not?" I parted my lips and stuck out my tongue to taste his cum-oozing hole. I worked his softening dick into my mouth. I sucked and played with it getting all of the cum out of him. Once he was semi-hard again I sucked him down to his balls, then sucked and pulled myself off him with a "POP". I then sucked it all back in. I could feel his dick pulsing trying to get hard again, but didn't quite make it to full hardness. "Ohhhh, I'm cummmingggg!" let out the guy in the jersey fucking Red, who by now was just holding my own semi-hard cock and moaning in pleasure. With that, he drove deep in her and let out his own orgasm. That got me going and I started to get hard again. Not once forgetting about the thick cock I wanted to get off in my right hand. "Take it slut! Graa-eggghhhhhhh FUCK YES!!" I heard from my right. I turned, letting the cock slip out of my mouth, and saw that it wasn't "my guy" cumming but the black man behind Maria letting himself off deep inside her. Maria was being ridden from both sides and I felt everyone's eyes in the theatre turn towards our show. I instantly grew hard watching him pump his seed into her. My legs were spread open and I felt what could have been spit land on my cock. Covered in warmth, Red shoved my cock up her cum-filled ass. Her back was to me with her feet now resting on the chairs in front of us. She leaned back and rocked on my cock working her ass up and down and I could feel cum soaking my boxers and shorts around the base. I leaned back a little and spit on the cock I was stroking, and pumped him hard. From his breathing and thrusting motion I could tell he was close; I stared, waiting for him to shoot. "HEY! What did I tell you?! Look the other way!" the black man said after he let go of his load into Maria. The man I had been stoking removed my hand from his cock, taking over. He grabbed my head with his other hand, pulling me close in to his cock. His cock was bouncing off my face as he pumped away. A short stream that rolled down my chin was just the start. His cock spewed load after load like a water gun. It covered the side of my face and the neck of Red. It was still twitching a bit when he turned my head and stuck it deep in my mouth. He fucked my cheek as I felt the last bits of cum trail to the back of my tongue. He pulled out and slapped me with his meat. "He told you to only worry about yourself and not her." Theatre Jill walked into the darken picture theatre, feeling lonely and a bit lost. She'd just had a fight with her boyfriend and was feeling pissed off. Once again, they'd made love, and once again, he'd left her high and dry. When they'd first met, he had been a wonderful lover, always making sure that she'd had an orgasm. Now though, all he seemed to do was to put his cock inside her and pump a few times, climax and then just get out of the bed. She felt that she was just being used simply as vessel for him to unload his cum. She'd tried many times to talk about it with him, but he refused to even discuss it with her. He hardly even bothered to make oral love to her any more. It seemed that he was more interested in watching the TV or going out with the boys. She was nearly in tears as she sat down on the seat, just as the movie started. She wiped a tear away angrily, determined that he wasn't going to get her down too much. She was unsure even what movie she was watching. All she'd wanted to do was to be somewhere where she could be alone in her misery. The movies seemed the perfect place for it; here she could sit in the dark, totally unseen by any one else that was in here. She suddenly realized that she'd walked into an adult theatre by mistake. On the giant screen in from of her, she watched in at first horror, then with increasingly fascination as the guy on the screen started to use his tongue on the young girl he was with. "Damn lucky bitch" Jill said, without realizing that she'd spoken aloud. It'd been far too long since she'd had oral done to her like that. She squeezed her thighs together as she felt herself becoming horny. She wondered if she should in fact get up and leave, but decided not too, after all, who could see her in here? And besides, she was becoming far too horny to want to leave just yet. She wondered if she could get away with rubbing herself here in the darkness of the theatre? The very thought of masturbating inside a picture theatre, both horrified her and yet strangely thrilled her at the same time. Jill didn't take her eyes from the action on the screen as she raised her skirt towards her stomach, leaving her panties exposed. Jill watched as the guy's tongue started teasing the girl's clitoris. God, how she wished it was her clitoris getting teased by that tongue right now. Jill was so horny right now, she wished that she'd brought her vibrator from home with her, but of course, she'd not expected to be watching an adult movie, had she? Jill slowly slipped her fingers of her right hand under the elastic band of her panties, trying not to draw any attention to herself as she did so. She slowly moved her fingers down towards her moist vagina. When her fingers touched her clitoris, it sent a thrill right through her. It'd been so long since anyone, even herself, had touched her clitoris. Feeling braver, Jill slipped her fingers back out of her panties and raised her hips high enough to allow her to slip her panties off her hips. Then, she decided that she might as well take them right off, so she looked around and saw that everyone's attention was fully focused on the movie. Encouraged by this, she carefully slipped her panties right off and placed them in her handbag next to her. She then placed her fingers back on her vagina She started to playing with her clit, slowly tugging at it with her fingers, she'd not had to make her clit hard as it'd been hard even since she first started watching the porn film. She enjoyed the feelings of her own fingers on her clitoris, her fingers soon became wet from her juices as she began to slowly rub her entire outer vagina lips. Then, she slowly began to insert her middle finger inside herself, at the same time, using her thumb to gently and slowly massage her clit. She wanted this enjoyment to last as long as possible, because unless she played with herself, she was not about to have anyone's fingers play with her like this for quite some time. Unless she changed her boy friend of course. Jill closed her eyes in pleasure as she felt her vaginal muscles gripping her finger like a tiny cock. Warm, fuzzy feelings were pulsing from her vagina to the pit of her stomach. Carefully and slowly, Jill slid down on the seat, so that her thighs were now spread apart, allowing her to insert a second finger inside herself. She had to bite her top lip to stop herself from moaning out loudly with pleasure as she felt her vagina being filled with her wet fingers. She was thinking of the times when her boy friend used to be a kind and caring lover to her, using his tongue to bring her to a mind-blowing orgasm. Her full attention was on the pleasure she was going through, plus the fact that she had her eyes closed, she failed to see or hear someone sit next to her in the darkness. Jill was slowly plunging her finger in and out of herself and the very first time her brain registered that she was no longer alone, was when she felt someone else's fingers on her naked thigh. Jill froze in terror at being caught with her fingers shoved deep inside her like this. She didn't look to see who it was sitting next to her, all she wanted to do, was to find a hole big enough and deep enough for her to hide herself in. Her face was burning with embarrassment at being caught like this. Jill felt the stranger's fingers moving up towards her crotch. Jill didn't know what to do. One part of her wanted to rush out of the theatre screaming and one part of her wanted to see just what would happen if she stayed. Jill was surprised to find that the part of her that wanted to stay was stronger than the part that wanted to run away. The man' strong thick fingers had reached her own hand by this time and Jill quickly pulled her own fingers out of her moist vagina and moved her hand away from her crotch. The man's fingers scratched lightly through her pubic hairs, sending tiny thrills through Jill's body. Jill jumped when she felt his finger's touch her clitoris. It was as though a huge electrical current had been shot through her vagina and then through her entire body. Jill wasn't sure if it was just because it was someone else's fingers touching her down there, or because it was the bizarre situation that she was in. Here she was, letting a complete stranger finger her pussy in the semi darkness of an adult theatre. The utter naughtiness of it all was also strangely thrilling. Neither one of them had even spoken a single word to each other the whole time. Jill was surprised when he spoke to her. "You like this, don't you?" He asked in a deep voice. Jill couldn't speak, so instead just nodded. The man started to tease Jill's clitoris, gently at first, but then with increasing downward pressure on her clitoris. Jill again closed her eyes and let the enjoyment flow through her. He began slowly running the tips of his fingers up and down the groove between her outer lips, sending fresh thrills through her. Then, without any sort of warning, he shoved two fingers deep inside her wet vagina. Jill jumped in both shock and pain, as she'd not expected him to just ram his fingers inside her like that. But, despite the pain of his fingers digging inside of her, Jill could not stop fresh waves of pleasure flowing through her. He was fairly ramming himself inside her by this time and Jill started responding to each deep thrust of his fingers. His thick fingers were plunging as deep inside her as he could get them and Jill was getting closer and closer towards an orgasm. Suddenly, Jill felt fingers from his free hand slip inside her top. She felt his fingers slip inside her bra and cupping her entire breast in his warm, but rough hand. Then he gripped her nipple in a painful pinch and began to twist and pull at her nipple. Jill nearly cried out with the pain of it all, but somehow managed to stop herself from crying out. Jill's orgasm was close and despite the pain from her nipple, Jill wanted the release of her pent-up desires. The warm, fuzzy feelings that had first started when he'd started rubbing her clitoris had now changed to white-hot burning desire. She was returning each upward thrust of his fingers, with an equally powerful downward thrust of her own hips, trying to get his fingers as deep inside her as she could get them. The pain from her nipple and each powerful thrust of his fingers made her orgasm inch closer and closer. Then, with a powerful explosion, her orgasm exploded through her entire body. Jill couldn't stop the sounds of the low moaning of pleasure escaping her lips even though she tried. The wonderful feelings inside her seemed to rush through her body, with incredible speed, stopping all thoughts of where she was, what was happening to her. Her mind was a complete sea of waves of fantastic pleasure. Her vaginal muscles gripped his thick, hot fingers within her, as she rode her orgasm to its peak. Then, he withdrew his fingers from within her and Jill felt a strange emptiness inside her vagina as he did so. Then he spoke again and it took Jill a couple of seconds to understand what he'd said. "What?" Jill asked in astonished tone of voice, when her mind sorted out what he'd told her to do. "Get down on your knees in front of me" he again ordered her. Jill then understood the he wanted her to suck him off in the picture theatre. "I can't do that," she whispered back in a shocked voice. "Do it." he ordered, giving her nipple a savage twist of his fingers. Pain shot through her body, making her jump in pain. Jill yelped and to stop the pain, nodded her head indicating her agreement with his order. He released her nipple, allowing her one slim change to escape from him. But instead of taking that chance, after carefully looking around to make sure that no one was taking any interest in what she was about to do, Jill slipped from her seat, and moved between his legs on her knees. While the floor was hard on her knees, Jill's mind was filled with both shame and excitement at what was happening to her. "Open my zipper." He ordered. Jill raised her hands to his crotch and wasn't really surprised to feel his erection pushing against his pants. It felt huge to her fingers through the material of his pants, as she slowly undone the zipper, allowing his cock to spring free. "Ok, now take it into your mouth and give me the best blow job, you've ever given anyone before now." He ordered her in a low, but harsh tone of voice. Jill gripped the shaft of his cock in her hand and was surprised at how thick it felt to her. It must have been nearly 3 inches thick and by the length in her hand, must have been nearly 7-8 inches long. Jill hesitated for a few seconds. "Do it now" He ordered her, gripping her hair in a painful grip and shoving her face down towards his cock. Jill opened her mouth and he pushed her face downwards onto the head of his cock. Jill felt the flesh of his penis scrap past her teeth and gagged as he continued to push her head downwards. She felt like she was going to choke to death and started to pull away from him. He must have realized that he'd been pushing too hard and Jill felt him remove his hand from the top of her head. "There's no need to be so rough," Jill whispered loudly to him after taking his cock out of her mouth. "Sorry" Was his only reply, but he didn't sound sorry at all. "Keep sucking," he ordered her. Jill was scared but did as she was told. She re-opened her mouth and lowered her mouth back down onto the head of his cock and started to slowly suck him off. The roughness and texture of his cock inside her mouth, while strange to her, was also exciting. Jill figured that it was because of where she was doing it (a theatre) that made it exciting to her. He was shoving himself upwards into her mouth, making her gag a couple of times. So, Jill gasped his cock shaft, thereby stopping him from entering her mouth too deeply. Without any sort of warning, he again held her head downwards on the head of his cock and Jill felt something hot enter her throat. She knew straight away that he'd just started to cum inside her mouth. While she'd given heaps of blowjobs to her boyfriend before today, she'd never swallowed his cum. This time, she had very little say in whether or not she would swallow this guy's cum. She felt another rope of cum enter her mouth, followed by a third. There was little she could do except swallow his cum as he emptied himself into her mouth. Finally, He stopped Cumming inside her mouth and Jill was surprised when his penis hadn't become limp after his climax. Her boyfriend's cock always became limp after he'd climax, so this was new to her. The man released her head and Jill raised her mouth off his still erect cock. For the first time, Jill looked up at the man in front of her. While his face was still partly covered with darkness from the theatre, Jill could see that he wasn't too bad looking. He appeared older than what she'd first thought. At a guess, Jill would have said between 40 and 50 years of age, Jill still had her hand around the shaft of his thick cock and wondered what it'd feel like buried inside her. But, there was no way she was ever going to fuck him inside here. He however, had other ideas. "Get up off your knees and turn around and sit on my lap," he ordered her. Jill at first was going to refuse, but when he reached forward and grabbed her by the hair, she decided to do, as he wanted. "Ok, no need to get rough again" She hissed at him. Jill carefully looked around her and satisfied that no one else was taking any notice of him or her, she somehow managed to turn herself around facing the giant screen in front of her. On the screen, the guy was ramming himself as deep as he could into the young girl. The man behind Jill shoved his hands up under her skirt and gripped her by the hips. Then started to pull her down towards his still erect cock. It hit Jill's arse at first and it was then that Jill reached between their bodies and gripped the shaft of his thick cock and placed it at the entrance to her still moist vagina. As soon as the man felt her vagina lips touch the head of his cock, he roughly pulled her downwards onto his cock. Jill felt some pain as the head of his cock ploughed between her outer vaginal lips, even though she was very wet from her juices. As the cock continued it's way up inside of her, Jill could feel it's invading force filling her completely. There was nothing gentle about this at all; in fact, it felt like she was being raped. He finished ramming himself up inside her and Jill had never had someone this big inside her before tonight. The head of his cock was pressing up against her womb, and while it felt uncomfortable at first, it also felt just right. Then he lifted her halfway off his cock and again pulled her downwards onto his cock roughly. This continued for a couple of minutes, each time he rammed himself up inside of her, Jill could feel herself starting to respond to his downward thrusts. He must have sensed this, because he took his hands from her hips and placed then up inside of her top, gripping her breasts as he did so. He was pinching her nipples through her bra and even though it hurt Jill, it was a pain like no other she'd felt before tonight. It was a pain of both hurt and pleasure mixed together and that spurred Jill on. Jill started to ram herself down onto his cock harder and harder each time. Jill couldn't believe that here she was, fucking a complete stranger inside a picture theatre. The very idea was mind-blowing to say the lest. Jill's juices were fairly flowing by this time and she wanted all of his hot, thick cock filling her as deep as it could go. He was starting to grunt and Jill knew that he was close to climaxing again. She wanted to feel his hot cum explode inside her, even though she knew that she might become pregnant to him. She always took protection while making love to her boyfriend, but for some unknown reason didn't care if this guy made her pregnant. That part she couldn't work out. Right then, it was far too late to worry about one way or the other as she felt him ram himself as deep as it'd go and she felt his hot, scalding cum enter her vagina. That was more than enough to trigger her own orgasm. She felt her mind let go as she felt the fantastic feelings of pleasure flow through her body. As she rode the waves of her 2nd orgasm, Jill could feel their juices mixing together inside her as he pumped away at her. Finally, she felt his cum stop shooting up inside her and when she felt his cock starting to soften inside her, knew it was time for her to leave. Besides, by the look of it, the picture was just about finished away. Jill lifted herself from his wilting cock and felt their mixed juices begin to leak out of her. There were no further words spoken between them, as Jill reached over and picked up her bag and prepared to leave. Jill took one last look at the man who'd just fucked her and saw that he had a big grin on his face. Jill couldn't stop the smile that appeared on her own face and the man winked at her as she started to move along the seats towards the exit. Jill felt some of their mixed juices still leaking out of her and run down her thighs. She was just glad that the lights were still off, so she could make good her escape. Jill stood outside the theatre on the sidewalk and rubbed her belly wondering if indeed she'd just become pregnant? Well, she'd worry about that when and if the need arose. Jill also knew that she'd be coming back here again in the faint hope that once more he'd be there, waiting for his next victim. She wanted to be that victim again. Theatre The night was sure to be exciting. Mary was waiting for her husband to get home from work. She was dressed as instructed, in a long faux-fur coat and nothing else except her black 3 inch heels. Her nipples were already hard at the thought of going out on the town practically nude. Mark pulled up a few minutes later in his BMW and honked the horn. Mary glanced around the empty street as she walked out to the car. Mark looked at Mary approvingly as she slid into her seat. He pulled the edge of her coat aside and slipped his hand underneath, smiling as he felt her exposed freshly shaved pussy. "You are already wet," He pointed out as he removed and licked his finger. Mary smiled "You know I love to be shown off." She kissed him deeply, tasting her own juices on his tongue. She grinned and continued, "The thrill of a surprise just heightens the excitement." Mark pulled out of the drive and headed for downtown. "You will love this surprise," He teased as they drove away. After a short ten minutes he pulled into a small parking area beside an old theater. They held hands as they approached the front entrance. Mary was surprised to see someone in the ticket booth. Mark gave the clerk their ID and bought two tickets. Inside it was just as dusty and run down as outside. Mary flushed when she saw the concession stand. Sex toys and fetish wear had replaced the usual popcorn and candy. "What kind of movies do they show here?" She inquired. Mark grinned, "You will like it." He reassured as he lead her into the large theater. There were close to 20 rows of seats and a huge movie screen at the front. They found a pair of seats in the middle of the third row down. "May I?" Mark asked as he offered to help remove Mary's coat. Mary shivered with a thrill of excitement at the thought of sitting naked in the dirty porn theater. "Yes, please." She accepted using her uptown princess voice. She giggled as he laid the coat over the seat for her to sit on. Mark settled in beside her and the lights began to dim. She felt his hand slip around her shoulder and cup her breast. The screen flickered to life. There were a couple of previews for upcoming porn movies. The scenes made Mary wet. She reached down and started rubbing her clit. Soon an image came on the screen with the title 'The Movie Slut' in bold letters. She leaned over to Mark and whispered in his ear, "That place looks familiar." Mark kissed her deeply, "Just keep watching." He encouraged. He freed his cock and guided her hand to it. Mary loved his thick cock, she reached down and stroked it. On the screen she saw the opening credits finish and the view moved into an adult theater, much like the one they were in. She gasped and gripped Mark's cock tightly when she saw a woman in a coat like hers standing in one of the rows. She recognized Mark helping her remove her coat on the screen. The doors behind them opened as the camera switched to a close-up of her bending to sit down. A pair of young men walked down the theater aisle talking animatedly about the woman on the screen. Mary stroked Mark as she listened to the men while they walked up to the front of the theater. The screen shifted to an image of her stroking Mark. She looked up at him with a impish grin on her face and lowered herself onto his cock. She licked hungrily at the precum and then swallowed him expertly. Her excitement grew as she heard the men in front commenting on how well she sucked cock. The sucking noises she made filled the theater with sexy echoes. Mark lifted her up from his cock and kissed her. "I want to fuck you." He whispered. Mary shivered at the thought. She slipped over the armrest and spread her legs as she settled onto his lap. She looked around and saw that several more people had joined them. On the screen was a close up of her bare shaved pussy slowly sinking onto Marks hard cock. She groaned as she felt and watched him enter and fill her. The image pulled back to show the couple sitting in the theater, Mark reached around to squeeze her breasts. Mary felt drawn into the moment, her body responding to his touch, her hips rocking and driving him deeper. She moaned and her moans filled the theater, everything was magnified. She watched as Mark pinched her nipples, pulling them firmly until they were red and stiff. The electric tingle that precedes an orgasm began building. He drove his hips up into her, his cock swelling. The screen switching from breasts to pussy and back again. Her orgasm hit and she began quivering, the screams from the film covered her screams exactly as she climaxed. She began squirting, a sight she had never seen before from this angle, and it just drove her to become more excited. Once she had calmed down she stood up and turned toward Mark. He stood and stroked his glistening cock in front of her. She knelt and sucked it clean, then placed it between her breasts. In the front a whisper of voices encouraged her. She watched as he started fucking her breasts. His cock head peeking through with each thrust, tempting her to lick it, which she did. The sight of him fucking her on screen was the most exciting thing she had ever seen. When he came she watched the spurts of thick creamy cum shoot onto her chin and breasts in real time on the screen. It was the most erotic evening she could imagine. She licked cum from her breasts as they returned to their seats and gave him a deep passionate kiss. "Thank you." She whispered. They heard a gasp from their left as the screen image shifted to another couple a few rows down. Theatre Adventure We take our seats in the empty theater, sitting down in the seats along the wall but leaving a couple of empty seats on each side of us. As we sit through the previews I pour each of us a glass of champagne. You are wearing a dress that buttons up the front and are wearing a sexy thong on under it. Just as the movie is starting, a couple sits down behind us. I figure that there goes any chance of fun but we keep on with drinking the champagne anyway. After a couple of glasses, I figure I will try to see what happens. I put my hand on your smooth tan thigh and start gently rubbing. You of course, push my hand away and tell me to stop. Being persistent, I pour you another glass and after a few minutes, start again. This time you tell me to stop without pushing my hand away. Gently rubbing your thigh, my hand gradually starts up under your dress. I can feel the heat from between your legs, which is telling me your body, is not listening to your mind. The champagne is starting to have an effect on you, a good effect. You lean over and kiss me and give me a sexy smile, which tells me you are getting in the mood and the window of opportunity is right now. My hand under your dress has reached your wet pussy and I gently rub you through your soaked thong. You jump as I touch you with more force, and since your resistance seems to be gone, I pull my wet hand out from under your dress and undo the first three buttons on the bottom of your dress. This allows your dress to fall open, exposing your tan thighs all the way and now your very wet thong is also visible. You lean over again and kiss me. I put my arm around your shoulders and with your leaning against me; my right hand can reach your tits. I caress your tits through your dress and after a few minutes reach over with my left hand and undo the top buttons on your dress down to the waist. This allows your beautiful breasts to be seen, and I continue to rub your nipples making them hard. I kiss you and tell you I love you and that this is so exciting and erotic. Your look tells me you are enjoying it too. Our actions have finally got the attention of the couple sitting behind us. The lady leans forward and looks over your shoulder seeing you mostly exposed. She makes kind of a moan and sits back in her seat telling her husband about the sensual scene going on in front of them. We start to hear some clothes rustling and finally, I turn around to see what is going on. The couple has started to take our lead and the wife has her husbands’ pants open is rubbing his cock up and down. I turn back to you and tell you what is happening behind us. You take a quick peek and in doing so end up showing the couple your exposed breasts. Realizing that you have just flashed them, you laugh embarrassedly and quickly turn around. After a couple of minutes and some hushed talk behind us, the wife leans forward and says in your ear not to be embarrassed, that they both liked what they saw. You don’t say anything, but you are clearly very turned on. Buttoning up the top of your dress, you get up and tell me that you have to use the bathroom before anything else happens. After you get up, the bottom of your unbuttoned dress allowed the couple and me to see your legs and your very wet thong. You walk up the aisle and almost immediately the guy leans forward and brazenly asks if he can sit on the other side of you and see what if anything will happen. I quickly agree, figuring that maybe the moment might continue. When you return, we all see that you have not buttoned the bottom of your dress up, which I take as a hopeful sign. You hesitate to sit down, but only for a moment. Sitting down between us, you look at me with a questioning look. I start kissing you and resume moving my hands on your tits and move lower to rub you soaked crotch. Reaching between us, I unbutton the rest of your dress. I look over your shoulder and see the guy beside us clearly seeing the sexiest scene he has ever seen. You whisper that you love me and that you are so turned on and wet. I reach down and feel that you have soaked through the crotch of the thong; juices are running down your legs soaking the dress under you. I decide to take it a little farther and push aside the thong and insert a finger into your wet pussy. I have to kiss you as your sexy moans have started to get a little too loud. Removing my finger you, I hook the crotch of the thong and pull it down your legs. You left up slightly to allow them to be pulled down your thighs. I let go of them leaving them just above your knees. The guy sitting next to you bravely and shyly reaches over and touches your leg, takes hold of the thong and continues to pull them down your legs. He has to lean over to pull them completely off over your shoes and in doing so gets a close up look at your very soaked pussy. As he is doing this, his wife looks over the seat to see what is going on. As he sits back up with your wet thong in his hand, he lifts them up to show his wife causing her to moan loudly. When you feel him touching your legs and pulling your thong off, you start to come violently, shaking and gasping. You start to calm down and sit back in your seat, your dress is unbuttoned and you are exposed completely to the three of us. You are kind of embarrassed, but you have never been so excited. The movie is ending; the couple gets up to leave. The husband slides by us looking down on your body, your pussy is soaked and swollen and your nipples are rock hard. He shakes my hand; his hand is damp from holding your thong. The wife stands on shaky legs leans over the seat and brazenly kisses you on the mouth which progresses into an incredibly erotic French kiss. As the kiss ends, she tells you she has never done anything like that before and that the whole night had been amazing. As they go to leave, the husband turns around and gives me a business card, telling me to call them someday and maybe they would put on a show for us. After they leave, I look back at you and see you as the most incredible and sexy women ever. You start to button up your dress as the lights come on and look at me asking where your thong is. We both then realize that the husband had kept it. As we get up to leave, you say that I need to be taken care of. I tell you that it won’t take much and that to be careful of the explosion. We are almost out to the car when you lean over and ask me if I have the guy’s card. When I ask you why, you say so we can get my thong back. Maybe the adventure will continue.