Action in the Theatre

I felt the heat off his body as he stiffened against me, muttering something as he began guiding my head, his hips thrusting up off the seat. His pace picked up and I tried to keep up, my head now bobbing up and down as my mouth slid up and down his cock. Instinctively, I tightened my lips to ensure he didn't slide out, trying to keep pace. It seemed he had left my movements behind and between his hand and his hips, I was no longer giving him pleasure, he was taking it on his own. The though skittered across my mind that he was using my mouth ... no, he was fucking my mouth. I know, I should have felt dismay, so why did this cause a new flood from my pussy? My own arousal grew in sync and proportion with his movements. I was glad that he was controlling me, thrilled he was using my mouth and eager for the flood I hoped he would give me.

I felt his movements speed, both hands on my head now as his hips pumped, forcing his cock deep and hard. It was all I could do to keep my mouth and lips tight around him, the precum steadily flooding my senses. My only warning was a final hard thrust, burying his cock deep inside my throat and a hot rush of liquid began spewing inside. Swallowing instinctively, I felt the hot jets hit my throat, the taste flooding through my mouth. I whimpered as a few drops inched out of the corners of my mouth, greedily wanting it all. My tongue worked feverishly trying to catch whatever escaped my throat and I kept swallowing, my lips tightening to hold it inside. When he finally slumped in his seat, my nose stayed buried at the base of his cock, my breath in sync with his as I struggled to keep his cock inside and still breathe!

His fingers loosened their hold and he stroked my hair, his fingers gentle. I began sliding my mouth up his cock, stopping to flatten my tongue against the shaft, feeling him shudder at my touch. His cock appeared still hard though not as it had been and I took my time cleaning it, my mouth gentle, my tongue teasing, seeking out each drop. When I got to the head, I kept it inside, my tongue probing, soothing as I gently sucked against it. I felt his fingers tighten briefly, but I wrapped my own around the base of his cock, tightening them around him. His answer was a deep chuckle "greedy little girl" I heard above me and I knew he was right. I wanted to do this again. My own greed was guiding my movements, encouraging me to keep his cock hard. In that moment, I saw myself, naked on my knees, a line of men in front of me, my eager mouth open and begging for their cocks. I shivered, desire mixed with revulsion coursing through me. The word "slut" skittered across my mind. Ever the good girl, where were these thoughts coming from?

Giving his cock head a last slow lick, I felt like a wanton woman. Something inside me shifted and I think it was my old reserve slinking out of me. As I sat back up, I let my breast brush against his arm and was rewarded with that warm chuckle again. I glanced up through my eyelashes, a slow smile curving my lips, moistening them and again tasting his essence. Leaning forward, his whisper in my ear was a purred growl. "Such a lovely little cock-sucker. I'll bet that made you wet, didn't it?" My breath caught as I spread my legs for his fingers and he laughed lowly again as he brushed against my sodden pussy.

Anticipating, needing his fingers again, I gasped as he grasped my waist with both hands, hauling me effortlessly onto his lap. As I struggled to catch my bearings, he settled me, sliding his hands down to my thighs and pushing them wider apart. Cool air curled tendrils around the heated moisture of my pussy and thighs. A strong arm wrapped around my ribs, capturing my breast, massaging it as he drew me back against him. My legs were spread wide, draped open around his legs which he moved apart, spreading me even wider. Biting my lip, I looked around the theatre, not surprised now to see jerking movements from a few of the men shadowed there.

"Reach forward, grab the back of that seat and don't let go," I heard the thread of steel running through his hoarse whisper and obeyed instantly, my fingers curling into the padded back. Doing so forced me to lean forward over his legs, bending my body in half. Trying to keep my balance, I hooked my feet around his seat, my ass lifting slightly off his lap. "Good girl," He murmured as he thrust two fingers into my exposed pussy. I groaned, my head dropping down as my soaking pussy gripped his fingers. Impatiently, I tried to push down, but couldn't do so without letting go of the seat and his low chuckle told me he knew this as he pushed his fingers deep then withdrew them completely.

"No!" I groaned, my voice louder than I meant to, but I was beyond caring. "Please, please, put them back!" I looked over my shoulder, not even upset by the wanton positioning of my body. A huff of laughter was my answer as his fingers bit into my ass cheek, lifting me slightly. A strangled moan was all I could manage as the blunt thickness of his cock head pushed inside my tight, wet sheath, stretching me open. Deep shudders rocked my body as he pushed steadily, forcing an inch inside, then another inch, before withdrawing. I wanted to weep in frustration, pressing my knees into his, hoping to convey how much I needed this. Oh, God, I did! I needed him to fuck me! Deep down, I knew he wasn't wearing a condom, but babies and diseases took a far-off place in my head next to how much I needed his cock.

The only warning I got was his fingers biting into both sides of my hips as he suddenly thrust up, his thick, hard cock pushing up inside of me. I yelped, my head tossing back, a croaked "Yes" rising out of my lips. Licking them, I concentrated on the feeling as his cock impaled me, his hips rising out of the chair to seat it as deeply as possible. I shut my eyes as my senses were overwhelmed by the perfume of our combined scents, the heated hardness of his cock, my juices sliding down his shaft and dripping down my inner thighs, the wet noise as he pulled out a little and thrust hard. My whole body shook with the force and I welcomed it, gripping the seat back tighter, all my senses trained on him, his cock inside me.

My breath hitched as he began fucking me, fingers holding my body as he slammed in and out of my wet, swollen folds. There was no gentleness here and I didn't want any. Bent as I was, every slam forced his jeans up against my clit, rubbing it as his cock plunged in and out, the sensations driving me higher and I knew he would send me over into another orgasm, my first with a man. My mouth dropped open, lips slack, eyes still closed as I sucked air inside in noisy pants. I didn't care what I looked like now or if we were noticed. All I cared about was the cock inside me and the man fucking me hard and fast.

The snicking sound of a zipper barely penetrated my consciousness, but the hands gripping my head did and my eyes flew open as a cock was thrust in-between my lips! Another man stood before me, standing up against the seat I was gripping, pushing his cock into my mouth. The visual I had earlier flashed through my head and my pussy clenched around the cock drilling inside it. This man's face was in shadow, the screen of writhing bodies behind him and I didn't care. Opening my mouth wider, I tightened my lips around his cock and began sucking him like a pro.

The men began working together, one at either end of me, cock filling my mouth as it was withdrawn from my pussy, then pushing into my pussy as the other pulled out of my mouth. I felt like a toy, pushing and pulling between two men, but, oh, fuck, yeah, how good it felt! Wet, heated liquids were coating the cock in my pussy as I gripped it greedily, mimicking my mouth as I took the thrusting cock deep into my throat. Both men were groaning softly and I was whimpering around the cock in my mouth, needing more. Faster. Harder. Rougher. My legs began shaking as I gripped his knees, pushing down as best as I could and I was rewarded as he shifted down in the seat, giving more power to his thrusts.

The cock in my mouth was hardening and swelling more; intuitively, I knew he was close to cumming and I took my hand off the seat to cup his balls. His low groan would have made me smile if I could with my mouth distended around his cock. A smack on my bare ass shocked me and I jumped, my hand fumbling for and gripping the seat again. "Bad girl" I heard behind me as his knuckles rubbed across my ass cheek. I felt it slide down my ass crack, rubbing against my rosebud and my cheeks tightened instinctively. He chuckled, dipping his finger lower, sliding my juices up along my crack, wetting it thoroughly.

"Fuck, yeah," I heard over my head as fingers tightened on my hair and he began fucking my mouth hard and fast. I barely had a chance to prepare as thick, hot jets of cum shot into my throat, forcing me to swallow quickly. He thrust his cock deep inside my mouth, his whole body stiffening through his orgasm. Preoccupied with swallowing his load, I jumped hard as a thick finger suddenly pushed inside my virgin anus, not stopping until his hand was flush against my crack. I tried to scream, choking a little on the cum still flowing down my throat, but the softening cock was still filling my mouth and this guy wasn't letting go of my hair. My ass clenched tightly around his finger, throbbing as the hard ring of flesh was penetrated for the first time.

Finally, the cock was pulled from my mouth, my hair loosened and I felt a pat on my head as I leaned down, breathing heavily. Strangely, the finger wasn't hurting me now and I tentatively moved against it. He withdrew it a little then thrust again and I groaned as a whole new sensation started. He had stopped fucking me and I hadn't realized until he thrust up into me at the same time as he plunged his finger into my ass. Hissing out a breath, I could feel the orgasm rising, spurred by all the new sensations between my pussy and ass, my clit hitting against his jeans. When he pulled his finger out of my ass, my head jerked around to protest only to drop slackly as a second finger joined the first.

I was undone in that moment and could no more hold back my orgasm than a Mack truck. He slammed his cock and fingers in and out as he rode me through the best orgasm of my life. Nothing compared to this feeling of being filled so well that I swore I could feel them touching. I whimpered and mewled as my body flopped like a rag doll, no longer caring what he did to prolong this feeling only that he not stop. I heard a low rumble behind me as he suddenly thrust up hard, my pussy clenching around him as he came deep inside me. My whole body was shuddering as another orgasm hit me and I shook my head in disbelief as waves of pleasure racked me yet again. My inner walls were gripping his cock, milking more out of him as I rode out the waves, my legs quivering with the force of holding myself taut against him.

Finally, I slumped down, my forehead pressed against my arm, hearing my own harsh breathing mirrored in him behind me. His softening cock pulled out, earning a groan from both of us and I could feel our combined juices slipping out, down my thighs and, I'm sure, soaking his jeans. I sucked in a breath as he pulled his fingers from my ass and I could feel the ring throbbing, a little uncomfortably, but in a good way, leading my mind to other things that could enter. I heard rustling sounds from him and saw a tissue hit the floor in front of me, presumably from him cleaning up a little. Then his fingers moved to my waist, tightening slightly and tugging. A whispered "let go" was all I needed to loosen my grip on the seat before I was pulled back into his arms.

My mind was spinning, my body alive in a way I could not describe easily. His strong arms banded around me, sliding possessively up and down my sides, over my breasts as his chin rested on my shoulder. Hot breath puffed against my ear when he spoke, causing tingles of excitement down my body. "Damn, you are a good fuck!" I gasped at the words, but could not deny that the shock was offset by other feelings. My body was sated by three orgasms, my mind slowly replaying the whole episode, but, strangely, my subconscious was quiet and I was glad. Call me a slut, but if this is how being a slut made me feel, I could definitely see the appeal.

Bemused, I looked up to the screen and saw the credits running up. I don't know if there was a plot on-screen, but this story in the seats definitely had a happy ending! Men were leaving and I felt a few curious looks as I lolled against the man behind me. I knew they were guessing what we had been up to, but I couldn't bring myself to care. Reluctantly, I shifted and I heard him sigh as he helped me shift back to my own seat. He touched my cheek with the back of his hand and then he was gone, the house lights coming up in time for me to appreciate a firm ass encased in jeans as he slipped out of the door. I grinned to myself, hoping he had tucked himself away first.

Picking up my purse, I smoothed my skirt down, heading for the ladies' room to clean up. It took several paper towels, wet and dry, before I felt presentable. I finger-tousled my hair into some order and walked out of the room, feeling color high in my cheeks, but determined to leave proudly. As I passed the ticket cage, the same clerk was there, the same smirk on his lips. "I hope the action was to your satisfaction, ma'am" he said and my steps faltered, but I caught myself quickly.

"Yes, I enjoyed it so much, I'll be back for the next feature," I practically purred as I headed to my car.