Movie Night

We needed to calm down. A question came to mind, so I asked: "What did Kenna tell them we were doing in here when they got here?" I asked.

He lifted one corner of his mouth in a mischievous smirk, "she told them we were praying together and therefore needed privacy. A couples-only prayer." I bit my lip and leaned my head on his shoulder. Oh, the irony. I stifled a giggle.

As promised, Kenna opened the door a few moments later, peeking in to make sure we were covered.

"Okay everyone, looks like they are ready for us." she said to the young ladies waiting in the hall behind her, and she stood by the door as they entered. I realized she was guarding the light switch, which was still off and needed to stay that way, even if it made finding their seats a little difficult.

"Okay, we need to get this going because Kelton has a curfew tonight," Kenna lied, and I had to continue to bite my lip to keep from chortling. None of the girls even questioned it. Why would a 21 year old guy have a curfew? Especially one that didn't live with his parents? While I did find it humorous, it also reiterated to me that my friends and I were not much more than acquaintances any more; obviously they didn't really listen to much of what I said, otherwise they would've remembered that Kelton lived with roommates and didn't even have parents. He'd been raised by his late grandfather.

I was grateful for her fib, though, because everyone sat down immediately and focused on the movie. Kenna sat in another chair in the opposite back corner than us. She had a good vantage point... she could see us and she could see if anyone was looking back at us.

The movie had already been pulled on on the streaming site, and Kenna used her phone to start it.

The first ten minutes of the movie, as I leaned against him seated over his dick, I was afraid to move. I was nervous about drawing attention to us, but it was becoming increasingly difficult not to begin to squirm and writhe. I was desperate to create some much-needed friction in order to relieve the libidinous need that was becoming nearly painful in it's intensity.

I was beyond arousal, surpassing it to a place I had never been before, and we neither of us had even twitched a pelvis yet. It was so intense that my pebbled nipples were so sensitive that the simple contact between them and my lace bra caused them to pulse and ache to such a powerful degree that the exquisite sensation resonated through my entire body, causing a sharp, intense thread of pleasure to shoot from my nipples straight down to my trembling, dripping wet cunt.

My pussy kept clenching down and gripping Kelton hard and seemingly of it's own accord. My tightness was constricting him in the most incredible manner; but, tormentingly, it was not quite enough. Every time my body would clamp down on and constrict his dick, it would twitch in return. I could tell he was working hard to quiet his breathing by the ragged way he released each breath and the sporadic, uneven rhythm at which his chest undulated against my back.

The surround sound system, which I usually found to be far too loud and enveloping for my preference, was actually welcomed; it created an environment in which it was very unlikely that anyone would hear us if one of us accidentally expressed our physical bliss verbally.

Every time my pussy squeezed his firm rod, I could feel, from inside myself, as my juices permeated him. I had never squirted during pleasure before, but each hot gush from inside me made me realize that I was capable of it. I was drenched at this point and it was seeping out, soaking Kelton's balls, then running down his inner thighs and forming a puddle on the chair beneath him. I might have been embarrassed about this, except with every copious spurt of my warm nectar, and the gripping of my sex that preceded it, I felt a sweeping influx of pleasure that threatened to cause a hysterical vocalization from my lips. I tried to focus on not making a single noise.

Finally, he whispered in my ear, "Everyone is engrossed in the movie... I'm going to grab your hips and guide you so we can fuck... I need to fuck you Eva. We'll use small movements. Keep laying back against me; it looks like we are just cuddling to anyone who looks back. We'll only move your hips; only Kenna will know."

Kelton slid his hands under the blanket and placed one on each of my hips. He started to pull me back and forth in short, moderate movements. I bit my lip hard... I wanted to moan and scream and come... holy fuck did I need to come...

For the next thirty minutes, we alternated back and forth between staying still as we reveled in the clenching of my pussy that was squeezing his deliciously twitching dick, and humping as subtly as possible. He was so big and thick and stretched me so full that when we were being still, I could actually feel the pulsing of the big vein in his dick. I was so ready to lose it that I could have come from that alone. I was starting to have to close my eyes and focus on breathing to stop the orgasm from washing over me. It was hell... but it was also heaven, and I knew that when I finally did come, it would be amazing.

When I started to feel as though I would lose all sanity one or both of us didn't start moving, he placed his hands back on my hips, causing me to sigh in relief. We began fucking again in small, frantic movements that he guided. Though my hips were the ones humping Kelton, he controlled the thrusts. Each little jerk of my hips had me riding waves of euphoria and I was, again, getting closer and closer to what I knew would be a prolific and violent orgasm.

I knew that I should attempt to control my myself, it's what Kelton would be expecting of me... I found that I didn't want to stop it; my body was wound so tight and I needed relief.

Kelton knew me and my body well enough to realize how close I was to shattering and how little self control I had left; he knew I was a breath away from coming... and he wasn't going to have it. He stopped guiding my hips and whispered softly to me, "stop. Not yet, Eva. Soon... but not yet. Breathe, kitten... breathe. I am in charge her. Your orgasm belongs to me."

I whimpered in desperation. Using his alpha Dominant voice just made me even hotter; but I managed to get myself off the precipice for a few moments.

Every now and then, Kenna cleared her throat, and we would both go stock still... it was the signal that someone was moving and possibly turning around up front. Luckily it was a false alarm almost every time, with just the occasional glance at me and Kelton by my visitors.

The only major interruption was when one of the girls, Hannah, got up. She made her way over towards us in the dark room, and I thought my heart would beat out of my chest. Kenna was there in a instant, blocking her and leaning in to whisper to her before she had a chance to bend down to speak with me or get a closer look at Kelton and I. Hannah didn't look happy about it, but she left the room without a problem, escorted by Kenna. After a few minutes, I heard a car leave and Kenna quietly sneaked back in.

As the movie went on, I wanted to lose my mind with the stress of the massive restraint it was starting to require to keep from fucking Kelton with abandon. My pussy was still clenching down, over and over, as though it were begging me to fuck him. I was desperate to come... It was satisfying to hear his soft expletives every time I moved. He was just as frenzied as I was.

When we were about halfway through the movie, he leaned forward to my ear and whispered: "I can't fucking take it. We are not waiting for the movie to end, and we sure as hell are not waiting until everyone leaves. I am going to get us off, baby; it's time. I can feel how close you are, and it's making me crazy."

I watched the others in the room as he whispered, and no one turned around or even seemed to remember we were there. He was silent for a moment, and I knew he was giving me a chance to use my safe word. Generally we only used the safe word when we were completely immersed in out Dom/sub roles, but he wanted to be sure I was okay with this. It was sweet... but I didn't want to focus on that right now.

I just wanted to come. I NEEDED to come.

He placed his hands back on my hips and guided my movements until I picked up the rhythm he wanted. He had me put my hands under the blanket and lift it just a little so that the blanket wasn't moving with our hips, since our movements were a little more frantic and pronounced than they were before. He then began to kiss my neck and slid one hand around to my clit.

As we fucked quietly in the chair, I looked over to see that Kenna was looking back and forth from the guests in the room and us, keeping her promise to look out for us, yet watching us being intimate as well. When she saw my eyes on hers, she stopped turning away. I looked down at her lap and I realized her hand was in her throw blanket. She used her other hand to pull the blanket down just enough for me to see that her jeans were unzipped and her hand was in them as well. She quickly pulled the blanket back over her jeans. She was sitting cross legged, and I could see the movement of her hand furiously working her sex.

She was masturbating to us. She was turned on watching us... she was going to come with us.

That put me over the edge. I jerked in his lap from the magnitude of my completion. I came harder than I ever had before. I had to force myself not to make any noise louder than a whisper or low moan. This concentration somehow seemed to prolong the climax. I then felt warm liquid gushing from my center all over his lap. It was soaking into his cotton pants and growing the puddle on the chair. We were both coming... finally getting off...

Getting drenched by my blissful orgasm set Kelton off even harder; I felt him stiffen and press his hips up into me. He stilled for a split second before reaching the peak of his climax. As he came, I could feel his dick pulsing while he filled me with his cum. Had anyone been watching Kelton closely, they'd have seen a few moments of jagged breaths followed by a quiet expletive and a quick tremor wracking his body; that was all that affirmed his orgasm from Kenna's perspective.

I, however, experienced the full force of his completion; I actually felt his dick stiffen and swell and then jerk as his hot cum filled me. He came so hard that I could actually feel the pulsing caused by spurts of cum moving up through the inside of his dick; then I felt it squirting out into me with surprising force. It felt so good.

As Kelton and I came, I saw Kenna stiffen and bite her lip... she was looking straight at me. She was watching me come as I watched her, at the same time I was feeling Kelton's orgasm inside me.

Holy. Fucking. Hell. That orgasm seemed to go on forever.

Kelton knew how long I had been denied cumming, so even after he and I had finished our mutual orgasm, he continued to strum my clit, using the moisture from our completion to keep from rubbing me raw, he drew hard, fast circles over my clit. At first I just shuddered as the aftershocks from my first orgasm seemed to overpower every other sensation. It was too much; too intense.

Had we been alone, I would have begged him to stop, told him I couldn't it... he knew that I couldn't do any of those things with other people in the room. I could have used my safe word, though, had I really wanted him to stop. I didn't, though.

It only took about 15 seconds for the after shocks to turn into pleasure, and suddenly I was coming again... and again and again. Every part of me felt it. I could swear I was having these orgasms with my entire body, not just my core. For a brief moment, I decided I didn't give a flying fuck if everyone else in the room heard me, I needed to vocalize my pleasure.

Thank goodness Kelton recognized the compromised state I was in. I was drunk on pleasure, and he knew it. He had brought me to that point, though not as intensely, before. He knew the signs of me losing all control. He clamped his hand over my mouth. It served to not only muffle the noise I was making, but it also brought me back to reality. I was grateful that he kept me from belting the pleasure of my release out loud.

I don't know how long we sat there afterwards, just panting and basking in the afterglow. I kept looking over to Kenna, wishing I could wrap her in my arms as well. She had just been part of something very intimate with us, even if she was across the room.

Kelton had gone soft inside me, but he made no effort to move me from his lap. I was perfectly content with that. Our juices, mixed together, were seeping out. Luckily it ran down his thighs, otherwise the pitter patter of cum dropping on patent leather chair would have distracted us from the peaceful moment. No one else would have heard it, but it would have embarrassed me enough to end our reverie prematurely.

After a while, Kenna paused the movie and announced we were all taking a snack/restroom break, and managed to usher everyone out of the room. She locked the door as she shut it, and we quickly cleaned up. Kelton, ever the planner, had even stashed a few clean articles of clothing for us so that we could go out and have a snack with everyone before we watched the last half hour of the movie. Since the room had been dark when everyone arrived, no one had seen our clothing, so changing it wasn't noticeable.

The whole thing was so surreal... and it was the first time I realized just how attracted to Kenna I was.

I could just imagine how beautiful it would be to fulfill more of my fantasies with Kelton and Kenna.