From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Going To The Movies (MF, no sex) [1/3]
Date: 6 Jul 1996 02:02:33 GMT

			 Going to the Movies
			     Chapter One
			       Part One

	"What I'm trying to explain to you, is that I don't know if
I'd get horny or not. Since we got married, the only other time that
I've seen another man's cock was when you brought those X-rated videos
home. I damn sure got horny that night! We couldn't wait to get into
bed! Neither of us sleeping until daylight.

	We were so fucked out we just lay around most of the next
day!"

	"Did looking at cocks before we got married turn you on?"

	The blonde wife looked at her husband, reflectively, "Well, I
guess so."

	"What do you mean, you guess so?"

	"I mean yes! Of course it turned me on. Is that what you
wanted to hear?"

	"I didn't want to hear anything except the truth, Dear. My
point is that nudity can be sexy as hell."

	"Of course it can be sexy as hell. I just don't know if only
looking at just a man's cock would turn me on or not."

	Bill's eyebrows shot up. "And that's what I'm trying to
explain to you, that how could you know how your body and mind will
act unless you have the experience. Sometimes, something might sound
exciting, but in the real world, fact and fantasy might be totally
different."

	Melissa grinned back at Bill. "And just what have you got
planned? The last time you started this kind of conversation, you
brought home a few fuck movies. Now, you're asking me if seeing a guy
with an erection, even jacking off, would turn me on? Okay, I say
`yes,' it would turn me on a lot!"

	"And, what if he wanted you to do the jacking?" her husband
asked with raised eyebrows.

	The pert blonde housewife grinned impishly at her husband.

	"Now I don't know who's talking about fact, and who's talking
about fantasy. Did you bring another of those films home? If you did,
let's get it out and get it on. To tell you the truth, all this
talking about sex already has me just a little turned on. In fact,
it's got me a lot turned on. I'm starting to get damp just thinking
about getting it on with you tonight."

	"No, Honey, I didn't bring any videos home, but if you're
serious about seeing a film tonight, we can go to that adult theater
in town and watch one, then come back home and make love and drink
brandy, again."

	"I don't know if I'd rather make love, or just fuck. Actually,
I think I'd rather fuck, it sounds dirtier! Do they really show
everything in the adult movies?"

	"You bet your sweet ass they show everything. It's not any
different than the videos I borrowed and brought home, like any other
movie."

	"Then how do these theaters stay in business, if everyone can
just go to the corner video store and rent the same thing?"

	"People go for the atmosphere. It's totally different than
sitting home and watching them on a small TV screen."

	"Do couples go to those movies?"

	"I think that there are more single men, or maybe married men
on a night away from their wives, but there are couples, and once in a
while a single lady comes in."

	"So, they only sit there and watch the movies, getting all
horned-up, is that it?"

	"Well, not always. Most of the time there are guys jacking off
in the back row, also sometimes a couple will get so excited that they
make it right there in the theater."

	"Do you mean the men actually masturbate right there in the
theater, with their pricks out, with everything showing?"

	"Sure, although it's a little dark for sight seeing."

	"But, what if someone should see them?"

	"So what if they did?"

	"Well, I don't know, Bill, but it seems to me that they
wouldn't want anyone seeing them jack off."

	"Not necessarily true, my love. Some of them may get off on
having somebody watch them jack off, while others probably get off, on
watching. Nothing like a little voyeurism to speed up the old body
juices."

	"Well, it's speeding up my body juices, just talking about
watching. I wonder what it would be like, seeing some guy take his
cock out and jack it off in a movie theater?"

	"As much as you like seeing my cock, you'd probably go
bananas, maybe even grabbing hold of it to help."

	"I wonder how many strokes they'd let me take?"

	"How many do you want to take?"

	"Bill, you know me. I never get turned off, so I'd probably
want to pump on the old handle all night long. Jesus, but I'm getting
horny talking about all this illicit sexual action."

	"Well then, Melissa, let's get going and watch a couple of
guys jack off."

	"Jesus, Bill, baby," Melissa groaned, "that turns me on,
thinking about seeing some guys jacking off, so much so that I'd like
to make love right here and now. All of this talking about sex, gets
me excited, but if you want to go to a screw movie, then why not. I'm
game if you are. So give me a few minutes to get dressed, I don't want
to wear these Levis to the show."

	She spun, then turned back to face Bill. "Do you really think
that some man would jack off with me watching?"

	"If you don't get ready, you'll never find out, now will you?"

	She rushed from the room, her curvaceous ass undulating as she
almost ran down the hall to the bedroom. Stripping off her Levis and
sweater, Melissa ran her hands over her bra and then removed it. Her
luscious breasts spilled from the brassiere cups, standing out from
her rib cage. Her quivering, pink-tipped nipples firm from thinking
about screwing. After all, if she got turned on in the movie, it would
be nice if Bill could touch her nipples.

	She quickly rushed into the shower, lathered her body with
soap suds and hot water, then just as quickly rinsed with cold water,
almost leaping out of the shower to dry, humming while she rubbed the
towel over her body until it glowed from the cold water rinse and the
towel.

	Melissa Williams stood nude in front of the bathroom mirror
while she applied her make up. Her glowing complexion required very
little aid from the few items of make-up sitting on the wash basin
cabinet. However, Melissa enjoyed making the best of her looks. A
touch of blue eye shadow on the lids of her ice blue eyes. A quick
touch of eyeliner from a dark pencil outlined her lids, a little line
drawn outward to make her already wide extra long lashed sensual eyes
look even more sensual. A brush dusted in a pale pink blush make-up,
applied to her high cheek bones brought just a highlight of color to
her pink cheeks.

	Carefully, the beautiful lady unscrewed the top of her
lipstick and applied the glossy color to her full lower lip then more
lightly to her upper lip. Satisfied, she stepped back one step, looked
at herself in the mirror, turning her head first one way, then the
other. "Not too bad for an old lady of thirty-two," Melissa thought.

	She had no complaints about her thick mop of tawny blonde
hair, with a hint of a soft natural curl which made it easy to both
shampoo and brush.

	Melissa's sun tanned skin with the pale marks of her two-
piece bikini, almost made her body look as if she were wearing panties
and bra when she was nude. She placed her hands on her hips, thrusting
out her breasts, looking at herself in the mirror. The thick curls of
fur on her pussy were exactly the same color and softness of curl as
the hair crowning her head.

	The line of hair ending at the bottom of her firm belly was so
straight that it looked as if it were shaved by a razor.

	Her breasts were another matter entirely. They were a shade
too heavy for her slim torso and very tiny waist. Melissa normally
wore a thirty-six bra with a true fit somewhere between a C cup and a
D cup. Her breasts caused her no end of problems when buying a dress,
since the tops were always made for someone with a smaller chest, or
the bottoms for a bigger ass.

	The last time Melissa had used a tape measure, she had a
figure that totaled out to thirty six and a half around her chest, a
very tiny twenty-three around her waist, and her buttocks were thirty
five inches when measured at the fullest part of her ass.

	Melissa turned around, looking at her naked buttocks and back
over her shoulder, practicing a sexy look, eyes half closed, wetting
her full lower lip with the tip of her pink tongue. She wriggled her
body at her image in the mirror, looking at the deep cleft between the
cheeks of her ass, watching to see how firm she was. The protruding
cheeks of her ass were so firm that hey hardly even quivered, even
though they stuck out almost more than she she would have liked.

	Her full boobs, were another story. They quivered, shivered,
and jiggled like jell-o any time she moved, and were the part of her
anatomy that men always looked at hard, after they finished staring at
her face. Sometimes it became most embarrassing the way men stared at
her tits, even though it did turn her on and make her feel especially
sexy. When they looked, she would fantasize about fucking the man
staring at her, with him sucking and making love to her tits.

	That was if she was facing a man. If he was behind her,
Melissa knew that it was her curved ass that they liked as they
looked. One of her favorite tricks, was to look suddenly over her
shoulder and catch some poor man staring at her ass, look him straight
in the eye and then smile. Most of the time they got caught looking
and they turned red and looked away, but sometimes, when they smiled
back, Melissa would feel the heated moisture gather in the folds of
her soft pussy.

	Men had always been easy for her. Her figure had changed when
she was young. With a spurt that amazed everyone who knew her, she had
turned from a skinny girl into a full woman.

	First, a thickening of fine peach fuzz on her groin then, a
thick patch of curly soft ringlets. Her nipples grew, then her breasts
started swelling. She could remember that every time her mother bought
her a bra, within a month or two it was too tight. Her tits never
stopped growing.

	Casting her eyes over her nude body, Melissa decided that she
was lucky that she was a beautiful woman as she dashed from the
bathroom to her closet. She slid the hangers in her closet to find a
dress to make it easier to have her pussy touched when Bill got turned
on. She picked a silky jersey dress with a button down front and
picked a wide black soft leather Italian belt to go with the dress.

	She decided not to wear pantyhose, instead, letting her long
slim legs be smooth and naked under her dress. Quickly finding a pair
of new panties in her dresser, she changed into the new lacy bikini
bottoms that didn't cover much of the curvaceous cheeks of her ass.

	Slipping the dress on over her head, Melissa buttoned the top
to leave a generous cleavage of her soft tits showing. Her tiny waist,
cinched even tighter, made her luscious figure even more sensual.

	At the last instant, she turned, rummaging through her drawer
full of lingerie. Finding a black garterbelt and a pair of black
stockings. After putting them on, Melissa snapped off her bedroom
light and left the bedroom, sauntering downstairs.

	"Does this look like what the well dressed wife wears out when
she goes to a fuck movie?" Melissa twirled to show off her dress, the
dark orange jersey dress swirled around her slim legs.

	Her full tits strained against the warm fabric, quivering with
no support from a bra.

	Bill admired her dress, patted her curved ass and grabbed her
hand. "Let's get going, sweetness, before I pull that dress off your
gorgeous body and fuck you right here on the floor."

	"No sir, No sir! You said you were going to take me to a
movie, and then make love, or maybe even fuck, which ever comes first,
and I'm holding you to that," Melissa said, pulling Bill to the door,
smiling at his compliment.

	The theater was dark and Bill guided Melissa to the steps that
led to the upper balcony, walking higher up the long steep steps until
they were at the back row. Peering into the dark, they both tried to
see if anyone was in the seats at the rear.

	Just then, the rear rows were illuminated when one of the
patrons lit a cigarette. Bill led Melissa as they settled into the
soft seats. Of the thirty or so seats in the last row, most were
empty, as they sat back and looked at the screen.

From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Going To The Movies (FM, mast) [2/3]
Date: 6 Jul 1996 02:03:19 GMT

			 Going To The Movies
			     Chapter One
			       Part Two

	The film showed two young women licking on the erect cock of a
young man lying on the floor of what appeared to be a living room.
Both girls slowly sucking and twirling their wet, pink tongues around
the head of his prick, and one held his testicles, gently kneading and
squeezing.

	Melissa watched with interest. Her initial embarrassment being
in the theater slowly leaving her, as the three beautiful people on
the screen progressed into ever increasing sexual situations. The male
ran his hands over the tits of one girl, pressing the soft flesh and
pinching the pink nipple gently, then running his hand down to slide a
finger into the wet hole of the other. The juicy cunt he was finger-
fucking left a slick coating of oily lubricating wetness on his
finger.

	Melissa could feel the juices from her own pussy wetting her
opening and she squirmed slightly in the seat and leaned over closer
to Bill's arm, turning to face him, whispering in his ear.

	"I'll answer your question now," Melissa purred. "Yes, seeing
a hard cock turns me on, and the pussies do too! I'm starting to
really get horny now. I can really feel my pussy getting very juicy.
Wouldn't you like to feel?"

	Bill caressed her thigh, running his hand over the fullness of
her upper leg. His fingers touching the hem of her dress, raising it,
and drifting his fingers over the smooth warmth of her leg. His hand
drew her dress higher, and his fingers touched the silky band at the
crotch of her new panties, feeling the hot slick wetness seeping
through the silky fabric.

	Melissa squirmed again, slightly spreading her thighs so
Bill's fingers could have access to her tingling cunt. She kept her
eyes on the screen while his finger teased at her pussy through the
wetness of her panties. Her breathing became shorter as he stroked the
length of the crevice between her thighs, probing and moving around
in the sweet, wet junction buried in her cunt hairs.

	Melissa sensed a movement to her right and saw a man moving
closer to them. He seated himself one seat over, leaving an empty seat
between them. Melissa started to pull her dress down over her exposed
thighs, and then realized that whatever the man could see was no
different than what he could see on the screen.

	At first, she felt uncomfortable with the stranger sitting so
close to her, then on second thought, she felt the sexual thrill of
his voyeurism.

	She watched him out of the corner of her eye. He was not
watching them. Not directly, but his head was turned closer to them
than to the screen. She was very excited by the thought of that man
watching her husband stroke her pussy through the thin covering of her
panties, knowing she could turn him on even more by showing him much
more of her long legs and thighs.

	Melissa tried to imagine what the stranger was thinking.

	"Look at that blonde and the guy with her. I bet she's getting
turned on with his fingers in her pussy. I'd like to fuck her.

	I'd like to see her cunt. Maybe if I move over closer, I could
see better."

	In response to her own thoughts and urges, Melissa squirmed,
sliding down in the seat, moving her dress higher and very slowly
exposing her stocking clad thighs up to her new panties. She glanced
over at the man on her right, finding that he'd turned his head and
was staring at her legs and Bill's caressing fingers on her hot pussy.

	Melissa squirmed around more in the seat, looking directly at
the man's face, raising the hem of her dress higher, opening her legs
to give him a better view.

	He stared harder at her legs and thighs, looking at her
stockings and garterbelt and panties, tempting Melissa to give him a
really good show.

	Melissa whispered in Bill's ear, "Dear, I've got to go to the
bathroom, I'll be right back."

	She carefully made her way past the others in the row,
undulating down the steps at the side and, slowly moving to see if she
could catch sight of any of the men masturbating.

	One man had both hands in his lap, moving, but before Melissa
could see if he had his prick out, she was past him, not wanting to
stop and look back.

	Leaving the rest room, Melissa walked to the top of the
stairs, slowly swinging her hips as she climbed, glancing at the men
as she passed, moving to the rear row.

	Melissa looked down at the lap of the man who had been seated
to her right. She slowed as she brushed by his knees, waited for him
to stand up, and then pressed her firmly curved ass against him as he
stood to let her pass. Melissa imagined that she could feel the
swelling bulge of the man's prick against her firm ass as she
slithered slowly past, squirming her buttocks over and against his
groin. She paused, pressing her ass harder against him, squirming
slightly, teasing him with the firm roundness of her buttocks, pleased
with the feeling of sexual excitement growing in her loins.

	"Thank you," she whispered as she smiled in the dim light.

	After sitting by her husband, she again looked over at the
man, noticing now that he had both hands in his lap, covering his
groin. "Bet he has a hard cock under those hands." thought Melissa,
"Watching those people on the screen probably has his cock dripping
and he is holding it down. I hope I made it harder when I brushed
against him."

	Bill put a hand back on her leg, fingers slipping slowly, ever
so slowly, up her soft inner thighs, reaching for her pussy.

	Bill almost jumped as his fingers touched the soft ringlets of
hair around her bare cunt, his fingers feeling the seeping moisture
gathered at the pulpy slit between her legs.

	She giggled, "That's right. I took them off so you could get a
good feel! The trip to the bathroom was an excuse."

	Bill's fingers sought the wet opening when she opened her
thighs wider and raised her ass to let his fingers probe her slit.
Melissa pulled her skirt from beneath her ass, pulling it up until her
long slim legs and slim curved tummy were visible in the dim light.
Her soft and curly pussy hair clearly visible in the reflected light
from the screen.

	She made an oblique glance at the man on her right to see if
he had noticed her open thighs, and again, imagined his thoughts.
"Look at that cunt spread her legs. My cock's so hard I think I'll
sneak it out and flog it a little while I watch her get finger
fucked."

	Melissa decided that she'd try to entice the man to bring his
prick out where she could see it. Her face turned to the screen, but
her eyes watched the stranger out of the corner.

	Melissa watched, holding her breath, as his zipper drew slowly
and quietly down. His hand slithering into the opening as he opened
his fly. Melissa watched as he felt down inside, fishing for his cock,
then slowly, slowly easing it past the metal teeth of his zipper.

	She felt moisture gush from the folded pink lips of her pussy
as he took his cock out. Sneaking it up, holding one hand over the
head, covering the rest of his cock with the other. He was softly and
surreptitiously stroking it beneath his hands until she turned and
stared directly at his hands. Slowly his hand uncovered his cock,
exposing his organ to her. Stroking his large, meaty prick slowly,
while he stared at the wet junction between her open legs.

	Hard and impressive, his thick dick filled his stroking hand,
the upper length showing over his moving fist as he stroked. The
thickness, even in the dim reflected light from the screen, was most
impressive to the sexually excited housewife.

	Melissa's already wet pussy emitted even more honey, as she
looked with unabashed glee at the semi-erect organ that she'd enticed
into the open. Although his eyes didn't seem to leave the screen, his
hand continued stroking and Melissa knew he was aware of her watching
him jack off his cock. He raised his body, lowering his arm to allow
an unobstructed view of his masturbation.

	"Bill, the guy on my right has his thing out," she said.

	"What's a thing?"

	"He has his hard prick out, that's what thing!"

	"Good. You said you wanted to see a hard cock being jerked
off, now's your chance to get a really close look." Bill moved his
head back, his finger pressing harder on her swollen and slippery
clit.

	Melissa turned her head back to watch the prick being stroked
a few feet away from her eyes, while the pressure of Bill's finger
brought her to a long shuddering climax. Her wetness washed over
Bill's fingers as her breathing caught in the sheer sensuality of her
husband's fingers buried in her pussy and a stranger's big, hot prick
being masturbated before her eyes at the same time.

	Melissa became more aware of the masturbator's eyes, looking
up for a glance at his face. His eyes were fastened to the fingers at
the junction of her slim legs as he continued to raise and lower his
hand on his long prick. If anything, Melissa got more turned on.

	Spreading her legs even more, her fingers slipped down to
raise her skirt still higher. Slowly, her fingers pressed the cloth of
her skirt against her smooth thighs, slowly pulling the soft dress
higher on her legs, while watching the man's face.

	The stranger leaned forward in his seat to watch the skirt
being hiked higher on her slim legs, while Melissa wriggled with
pleasure as she continued to raise the hem to allow him an
unobstructed view of her pussy. She paused with the hemline of her
skirt just below her wet warm pussy, then squirmed on the seat and
raised the hem past the curly ringlets of her pussy, while staring at
his face.

	His intense gaze was centered on her cunt, his hand fondling
his erect prick with lusty abandon at the show Melissa was putting on
for him. Melissa continued to pull her dress higher, until her belly
was totally exposed, her whole lower torso, naked to his staring eyes.

	Enjoying the feeling of sensuality, she now toyed with the
buttons on the front of her dress, slowly unfastening them one by one.
When the last of the buttons were undone, Melissa shrugged her
shoulders. Her dress split down the front. Melissa slowly lifted her
fingers to the opening, pulling the soft jersey open past the nipples
of her naked breasts.

	Taking a deep breath, Melissa shrugged her shoulders, spilling
her soft full breasts out of the opening, where they stood proudly,
jiggling in the reflected light of the screen.

	Her mind pictured Bill, "My wife really likes watching that
guy jerk off. She'd really come if she had her hand on his cock, too.
She's so hot with my hand on her wet cunt, she'll do anything and
that'll turn me on, too."

	Bill's voice in her ear said, "I think you just came with a
finger in your pussy, while you watched him jerk off. Did you like
having a finger in your wet cunt while you watched a hard cock get
jerked off?"

	"Oh yes! I'm hotter than a firecracker, just watching him and
having you feel me. I like watching him jack off."

	Bill's nose tickled her ear as he whispered, "Don't just talk
about it, do it if you want to. I'll get my cock out so you can jerk
off my prick at the same time. That way you can feel two cocks at the
same time."

	"Jesus, Bill, I was just kidding. I couldn't jack him off.

	I don't even know him. What if someone should see me?" Melissa
whispered into her husbands ear. She was only faking reluctance to his
suggestion, she was ready to try anything that sounded sexy at that
moment.

	"So what if they do see you," he whispered back at her.

	"What are they going to say with all of that going on up front
on the screen? Besides, if you don't take hold of his prick, I'll quit
finger fucking your cunt. I'd really like to see you jerk him off."

	"Would you really like to watch me jack off his prick?"

	"Your damn right I would. It would even make me hornier than I
am right now. I'm going to pull my prick out so you can have a hard
cock in each hand."

	His fingers left her pussy to slide the zipper of his pants,
and quickly his throbbing, erect penis was standing from his lap like
a spear. Her fingers curled around Bill's prick, feeling the good,
strong hardness and began to stroke him. She slowly lowered her right
arm and hand to the empty seat between them, palm up, fingers curling
as though holding his prick as her wrist made small jacking motions on
the empty seat, as if she had his cock in her empty hand and was
masturbating it.

	The stranger looked at her hand, then her face to see her
level eyes open with invitation as she opened her naked thighs wider
for his inspection.

	With slow movements, he slipped from his seat into the empty
seat next to Melissa, as she removed her arm from the seat and rested
it on the armrest between them. Her hand was hanging over the armrest.

	Melissa removed the stranger's hand from his cock, and
replaced it with her own. She let a small moan escape her as she
thrilled to the feel of another man's cock in her hand. She marvelled
at its hardness and heat.

	Now, with both pricks in her hands, Melissa found and kept a
rhythm, jacking both men off. It was obvious that they both were
enjoying the blonde wantonly jerking them off in public. They were
both moaning and beginning to hump their hips in response to her
movements.

	Very shortly, and from long experience, she knew Bill was
about to come. She maintained her movements, stroking the length of
both cocks, and was soon rewarded with a loud moan from Bill and a
long spurt of his cum up and into the light from the screen. The
stranger must have been watching, because almost immediately, he, too,
shot stream after stream of thick cum on to the back of the seat in
front of him.

	Melissa never felt hotter than she did at that second. Her
hands were covered with the men's cooling cum, so she pulled her top
together loosely and made her way out to the restroom. She was almost
to the Ladies' room door when she realized she was being followed. She
turned to find the young usher stepping up to her.

	He smiled a charming smile, "I was watching your performance
up there. You are terrific."

	Melissa returned his smile, "You're a bad boy to be watching
other people. You should be fired."

	"How about jerking me off, now?"

	"Why, how crude! Why should I?"

	The usher grinned and lowered his zipper, "How's this for a
reason?" He had produced a very hard and very large cock, pointing
directly at Melissa.

	"I'm not going to jack that monster off, but follow me."

	They both stepped into the Ladies' room. Melissa raised her
skirt up to her waist as she leaned back against the cold porcelain of
a sink. The usher walked his big cock up to and into Melissa's hot,
steamy, dripping cunt. There were no nicities.

	Both knew that this was going to be fast and furious, each
seeking a needed release with the help of the other.

	The usher was young and strong and pounded his hardness into
her tight cunt. Out and in, almost its entire length on each stroke.

	Melissa, fully aroused by the dual jack-off in the theater,
was near a colossal climax when the usher penetrated her. Now, just a
few strokes later, she surrendered totally to the immense wave of the
orgasm that was washing over every cell in her body.

	The usher continued his pounding and Melissa continued coming,
moaning, grunting, almost shouting with the pleasure each stroke was
giving her.

	The usher speeded up his thrusts, grunting, "Yea, oh, yea!"

	through his gritted teeth. Melissa could feel him tense up
with his approaching orgasm, and wrapped her arms around his neck,
"Come on!

	Fuck me! Really shove it into me! Fill my cunt with your cum!"

	It was all the urging the young man needed. His cock erupted
in her steaming cunt. Each of his thrusts was now lifting Melissa's
feet off the floor with its force and she wrapped her arms tightly
around his neck.

	Finally, the usher slowed is assault on her pussy. His cock
made a loud slurping noise as he removed it from her tight, wet cunt,
causing both of them to laugh. The young man was zipping up when he
smiled at Melissa and said, "I know it's a corny joke, but... Thanks,
I really did need that!"

	Melissa gave him a small kiss on the cheek and walked out the
Ladies room door and back to her seat. The stranger was gone and Bill
asked, "Is everything okay?"

	The blonde smiled a smile obvious even in the darkness, "Oh,
yes! Everything is perfect!"

	They left the theater a few minutes later. At home, they
undressed each other, preparing to continue their night of lust.

	Naked and on the bed, Bill was hard and ready to mount
Melissa, when she stopped him and asked him to eat her, first. Bill
was only too happy to oblige, and when his tongue was buried up her
cunt, Melissa began her best orgasm of the night, thinking of the
young usher's cum in the same hole, only a few minutes before.

	She was sure Bill couldn't detect it and she was also sure she
would never tell him; liking it as her little secret. She would never
tell Bill he was eating a stranger's cum out of his wife's pussy! The
thought took her over the brink, again and she thought, "Oh, God, what
could possibly top this?"

	From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Going To The Movies (MMMMFFFF, swing) [3/3]
Date: 6 Jul 1996 02:04:28 GMT

			 Going To The Movies
			     Chapter Two
			    In the Movies

	"Do you know that it's been exactly one month since we had our
adventure at the adult theater?"

	They sat in the living room, watching a taped movie on their
VCR. Bill had joined a video club and they enjoyed renting the X-rated
films. They watched a couple a week, and then went to bed and screwed
until they were exhausted.

	"Are you thinking about me jacking off a couple of cocks,
again?" Melissa asked, with a flutter of her eyelids for effect.

	Bill smiled, idly rubbed the silky skin of her thigh just
above the smooth curve of her knee, then moving higher on her sleek
thigh, towards her heat and moistness. "Are you?"

	"God, yes!" Melissa writhed as his fingers touched her panty-
covered pubis, "I'm ready to go to that theater again, any time you
are!"

	"You liked that little jacking off adventure, didn't you baby?
His soft voice murmured seductively, "And you dig getting your cunt
finger-fucked while you jacked off two big, hard pricks."

	His finger pushed through the silken fabric of her moist
panties at her erect clit. Melissa began to squirm with delight at the
soft fingering of her hot pussy.

	"I think we were both really turned on that night. Yes, I'd
like to either do that or some other adventure with you, again,"
Melissa purred, "I liked it when I had two fingers in my pussy and a
prick spurting cum in each hand. Now that was really a turn on for
me."

	"What I'd also like to do is watch you either finger fuck
another lady, or eat her, of fuck her, or something like that.

	You know what I mean, have dirty sex with another woman while
I could watch, just like you watched me jack off those cocks there in
the movie house."

	"Well honey, I'd like that too. If we could figure out how to
get another lady for me, or a guy for you. Maybe we could both watch
each other fucking and sucking."

	"I don't know whether I'd rather have you watch me, or me
watch you."

	"Or, maybe watch each other!"

	After a few minutes of silence, Melissa spoke again, "You know
that I do like these screw movies and I like to watch them with you
and then make love, but... our adventure at the theater was more
exciting than these movies."

	Bill probed harder at her clit, his finger worming under the
elastic band of her panties, sinking into her wet cunt.

	"Yes, I know. You'd like to see that night on video, wouldn't
you Melissa?"

	"Damn right I would. We're just as good, maybe even better
than the turkeys we watch on those tapes. Why don't we star in our own
movies? We could get a camera and take movies of us at the theater,
then watch them whenever we wanted right here at home.

	She squirmed as his plunging finger sent pleasure rippling
down her belly.

	"Too dark. Can't take movies there, not enough light for a
video camera."

	"Well, damn it, William! That's what I want to do. You're
smart about cameras, can't you figure something out? You can if you
put you mind to work."

	She began to grope his cock as his finger worked on her clit.

	"But right now, let's get to bed. I want that hard cock in me,
right now!"

	In minutes, his feet were digging into the sheets, stroking
his pounding prick into her open cunt. Melissa's legs locked around
the small of his back and her ass lifted on his down stroke, as she
felt the pussy juice run down the crevasse of her shapely ass. Bill
pulled her tight as his cock spurted into her tight pussy. Her cunt
milked the cum from his prick, while she felt her own orgasm taper off
and then slowly stop.

	As they drifted into sleep, Melissa felt another small, quiet
orgasm twitch her body as she again thought of jacking off two cocks,
and especially as she thought about fucking the young movie usher, and
not telling Bill about it as he ate her cunt only a few minutes later.
Finally relaxed and tired, she drifted into sleep.

	Two days later, Bill burst into the house, excited about the
package in his arms.

	"Wait until you see it." Bill opened the big box to reveal a
color video camera. "I've got a camcorder! I also bought a tripod, a
remote control switch, and an auto-focus, low-light lens for the
camera. You're going to be a star baby!"

	The remainder of the evening was filled with trying out the
camera, the auto-focus lens and the portable recorder. Much giggling
from Melissa while the conspirators planned just where and how they
were going to shoot their "epic" movie, and how they were going to get
some of their friends into the movies without their friends being
aware that they were being filmed.

	Bill shot about twenty minutes of Melissa undressing slowly,
lying on the bed and masturbating for the camera, her soft red tipped
fingernails toying with her pink clit while Bill adjusted and fiddled
with the settings on the camera, occasionally even moving the lights
in the bedroom.

	Melissa demanded equal time, playing at being both a director
and a camera man, with Bill holding a copy of Playboy magazine and
jacking off to the centerfold. Melissa zoomed in as he spurted his cum
from his cock onto the fold-out page, capturing on tape the squirting
creamy juice.

	In playback in slow motion later, Melissa was fascinated to
watch the white jets arc out to softly splash and cling to the slick
magazine pages as her husband milked every drop of cum onto the
smiling Bunny.

	In bed later, the camera in the closet, lens fixed on the bed,
the overheated couple fucked for the camera, capturing the action to
watch later. Performing for the camera, made Melissa feel sexy and
extroverted, giving them both a night in bed they would enjoy watching
over and over.

	Watching her make love to another man was beginning to be an
obsession with her husband. He dreamed up one scenario after another
that would end with him filming another man fucking Melissa. Finally,
they agreed to invite a few friends over and see what developed.

	The next week flew by, as they tried camera angles and
lighting in the bedroom. Another week and they felt that they had
solved the problems, their camera work was good, the lighting fine,
the finished product of their tests with the unit was as good as the
taped movies they had rented. They were all set to shoot their big
epic movie.

	Much planning went into the selection of the guests, with
three couples invited, for a total of eight for dinner Saturday night.
Polly and Harry were from Melissa's office. Polly was a free talking,
very pretty lady with long black hair and big tits which Bill admitted
really turned him on. Harry was the office manager over Melissa and
although nothing had gone on between them, Melissa often felt his bold
eyes on her tits and ass. His quick look at her legs when she crossed
them indicated he definitely had an eye for the women, but Melissa
could only guess if he fooled around.

	Melissa invited another couple because she noticed the bulge
in the guy's swimsuit when they met at a mutual friend's pool party.
His name was Bill, also, but everyone called him "Bull" and his
live-in girlfriend was Susan. She was a petit blonde with a wide,
sensuous mouth and a great ass that she loved to swing when she
thought a male was looking, which was often.

	Melissa's Bill said, "She looks like she just got out of bed
and can't wait to get back in." Melissa laughed.

	Bill invited his old friend, George, and told him to bring a
friend. George, a professional football player who had injured his
knee five years ago, was selling insurance now. They did not know who
George would bring to the dinner.

	Saturday evening, just before the guests were to arrive,
Melissa modelled her outfit for Bill. A new dress of an expensive gold
woven fabric, it was slit from the hem to the upper thigh. It was a
wrap-around that fastened at her waist with a wide black band and
buckle.

	When she bent over, the loosely wrapped top fell even more
open and her lovely, creamy breasts were exposed to well below the
nipples.

	She wore no panties, and showed Bill how she could flash her
naked cunt at whoever was directly across from her by sitting demurely
with her knees tightly clasped, turning slightly and letting her
thighs open, her slitted skirt falling away from her thighs, her skirt
opened, exposing her thighs clear up to the crotch. By moving just
another inch or so, Melissa then showed Bill her pussy.

	When the guests arrived, Bill served cocktails. Melissa
admired George's date's dress, and gave each of the men a chance to
glimpse her pretty pink nipples as she served the napkins for the
cocktails.

	George's date was Betty, a beautiful light-skinned black woman
for England. She had a charming accent and a magnificent ass, that
undulated with each step.

	After dinner, the couples relaxed in the living room with
coffee and brandy. Melissa sat across from George, tantalizing him
with flashes of her long slim legs, and letting the slitted dress part
occasionally. George stared into the darkness of the space between her
thighs.

	Harry, at her right, was being treated to glimpses of her full
breasts whenever she reached over for her drink. Each time Harry spoke
to her, Melissa leaned slightly toward him, and she could feel her
breasts nudging the wrapped opening on her blouse, parting the soft
material, exposing her nipples.

	Between showing George her thighs and Harry her breasts,
Melissa was getting aroused. She could visualize the size of Harry's
prick by the swelling bulge in his lap as she watched him dart glances
into the dark cleavage of her full breasts. She enjoyed feeling the
power to turn Harry on, feeling the moisture beginning to gather on
the lips of her naked pussy.

	The sensuous blonde housewife decided that she really liked
being looked at and admired sexually, and besides looking at male
buns, really liked looking at the swelling male lap, wondering about
the size and shape of the masculine organ in hiding.

	The dinner party slowly broke into couples, Bill and Susan,
Melissa and George, with Bull talking to Polly. Heading for the bar to
get another brandy, Melissa took George's hand and pulled him to the
bar. "Would you help a girl George. I need someone to open a new
bottle of brandy, and you look like you'd be good at uncorking and
unscrewing."

	"I don't know too much about unscrewing, but I'd be glad to
help," George leered. "I never heard of anyone getting unscrewed."

	"Well if you don't know anything about unscrewing," Melissa
laughed, "what do you know about?"

	"I know about football. I know about insurance. And I do know
you're not wearing any panties. I know that you've been showing me
your pretty pussy all night, and I know that you're the most desirable
lady here tonight. I also know that if you weren't married, I'd sure
give you a run." George touched her hip, his big black hand lightly
caressing her flared hip through the gold fabric.

	Pouring and warming the brandy, Melissa smiled at him,
touching his hand with hers, scratching at the back of his big black
hand with her fingernails while she moved closer to the big football
star, and lightly pressing the tips of her breasts into his thick arm.

	"Not only am I not wearing any panties, just so you could see
my pussy, but I'm not wearing any brassiere either. I'm totally nude
underneath this thin material. And all of it is just for you, George."

	The light grazing of her nipples against George's heavily
muscled arm, made Melissa's nipples harden and she felt a delightful
tremor of pleasure in her pussy as she became more excited by the
second.

	Melissa placed her ice blue eyes on George's face. "I'm
married George, not dead! Bill and I get along fine, but I do what I
do, and Bill does what he does. We don't own each other."

	Melissa leaned forward, hunching her shoulders slightly,
allowing George free vision of her succulent pink nippled breasts.
"Like to see more of these?" Melissa purred, moving her shoulders so
her full, heavy breasts quivered and shook with ripples.

	"Sure, I'm interested. What do we do about it?" the husky
black growled.

	"George, you can have me anytime you want me. Just whistle."

	George pursed his lips and a slow, long whistle emitted from
his mouth.

	"Bill", she called out, "George and I are going to talk about
that insurance policy on the house. Do you want to come along and talk
about it now?"

	Bill, deep in conversation with Susan waved a negative
gesture. "You two can talk business, I'm busy here," his eyes
devouring Susan. Susan's infectious laughter brought giggles from the
ladies and a chuckle from Bull.

	Bill knew where Melissa and George were going as he watched
Melissa lead George down the hallway to the master bedroom, where the
camera was hidden in the closet. The camera lens peeked out between
the clothing hung in the closet. Focused on the bed and the mirror on
the wall.

	Before Melissa could close the bedroom door behind them,
George's hands slid up under her skirt. Melissa pulled away from his
hands, "Not so fast, my friend. Just sit down here on the bed while I
close and lock the door." Melissa slipped the lock.

	"Now, my friend I've been showing you what I've got, now it's
time to let me see what you've got. You sit down and let little
Melissa do it all for you."

	Positioning the husky black male where the camera was focused,
she sat on the edge of the bed, her heel sliding to touch the floor
switch that turned on the camera. Melissa reached her fingers to his
zipper and drew it down, the teeth making a soft buzzing sound as she
pulled it down from his belt buckle to his crotch.

	Her hand found the opening and reached into the warmth of his
groin, searching for his hardening organ at the opening of his jockey
shorts.

	Success! Her fingers touched the cock and drew it from it's
hiding place. Still drooping like a ripe banana, his thick skinned
male organ emerged. It hung, semi-soft, semi-hard, black shafted with
a pinkish, mushroom shaped knobby head, half hidden with foreskin.

	"That feel good, honey?" she asked as she stroked his heavy
foreskin lightly back and forth over the bulbous knob of his black
cock. She knelt between his outstretched knees and leaned forward into
his crotch.

	"Better and better," was his husky, low answer. His cock began
to thicken as her hands fondled it lovingly, touching the silken skin
lightly with her fingertips, tracing the heavy black veins that stood
from the circumference of his mighty rod.

	She began milking his black prick from root to tip, squeezing
on the pulling stroke, lightly pushing the skin back toward his balls
on the return caress, until she was rewarded by a clear drop of honey
oozing from the deep hole on the tip of his pecker, a crystal jewel of
liquid sparkling against the pink blackness of his knob.

	"I really like it when a prick starts leaking!" Melissa
murmured with a lascivious lick of her red lips. "I get turned on
something fierce when I get to swallow even just a little bit of cum!"

	She traced the heavy swollen veins standing out from the stem
of his cock with one hand while the other opened the tie at the side
of her blouse, pulling it open to bare her succulent breasts to him.
His black hand covered one, squeezing and touching the soft flesh, his
large, rough fingers rubbing the erect nipple, coaxing it further.

	Her hand now pumped his prick with increasing pressure
squeezing and pulling. The drops welling from the deep hole in the tip
began to pearl and then to run down over the knobby head.

	Bending slightly forward, her pink tongue dipped into his
honey, licking it from the smooth skin. Her palate, rewarded, savored
the sticky liquid that spread to coat her tongue and the inner surface
of her mouth.

	Pumping more, Melissa caught another drop and then touched the
opening of his black prick to the pink nipple of her breast.

	The nipple sparkled as she coated it with the honey welling
from his cock. She ran her tight fingers to the base of his cock
milking it toward the tip, squeezing the clear honey out to hang on
his glans in a thick pearl. She bent, squeezing harder, until the
quivering droplet hung, then left the dark knob to descend slowly to
her pink erect nipple.

	She pulled his long cock harder, jacking him off, her hand
flew on the thick black root clutched between her grasping palm.

	"George, I've always had this fantasy of sucking off a big
black prick and swallowing the juicy cum. I'm going to suck all the
juice from your prick, and then let it slide slowly down my throat."

	George smiled at the blonde, "Be my guest, Bitch!"

	Melissa bent forward, touched her pointed pink tongue to the
honey welling from the slitted hole in his black prick, wetting the
head with her flickering tongue. She rolled his heavy foreskin out
from his groin, gathering it around the head of his prick in her
mouth, forcing her flickering tongue between the heavy folds of soft
skin and the swollen head.

	She delighted in the different taste, the musky savor of skin
between his black soft foreskin and the salty taste of the honey
welling from the head of his cock.

	"That's it honey. Suck me. Suck up my juicy cock. Take it all
and suck the cum right out of my balls." His hoarse voice implored her
to more suction, his black hands and fingers busy milking and
squeezing her full breast and coaching her nipples to stand up hard.

	"Uummm," her muffled answer came from deep in her throat,
around the prick in her well-stuffed mouth.

	His big black hands cupped her head tenderly, drawing her face
down over the thick black stalk welling milky juices onto a thick glob
of silver honey at the tip of his prick.

	Her sensitive tongue could feel the surges in his cock head as
the throbbing increased to a steady beat. Sliding her mouth farther,
engulfing more and more of his prick, feeling the bulbous head go
deeper and deeper until her nose rested against his belly, cushioned
by the wiry black hair in his groin, the zipper teeth scraping her
nostrils. She hadn't been sure if she could take all of him, but, in
her excited state, it had been easier than she could have hoped.

	She swallowed, her throat gulping, massaging his glans with
her throat, then, tight lipped, she pulled back, milking his cock with
her mouth, savoring the musky juice coating her oral cavity.

	Twice more her mouth sucked in the length of his black prick,
deep throating him, when he started to shudder, his body tensing.

	Once more her lips traveled from tip to root, then holding his
surging prick with the hand farthest from the camera lens, she pulled
her lips free and open mouthed, aimed his prick to the opening, a
distance of about five or six inches.

	She jacked and pumped the black rod, turned on by the thought
of the camera catching the juice from his balls entering her mouth,
thinking of the juice spraying out from the tip of his cock into her
ready waiting and eager mouth.

	The first hot squirt spanned the space to splash into her
mouth, a glob of silver musky juice, and she leaned slightly closer to
catch the second spurted offering, trapping it with her open mouth.

	As the squirting black prick spurted less sperm, she followed
with her mouth, closer now to the spitting squirting end of his cock,
until she had captured the last of the sticky sperm in her open mouth.

	Slowly, her lips slid over the pink black knob and she PULLED
all of his still pulsing prick into her mouth, feeling it soften.

	Melissa's fingers tightened at the base of his prick,
squeezing the thick shaft upwards, her fingers on top of his rod,
thumb underneath as she slowly squeezed the sticky hot cum from his
prick, watching the pearly sperm form on the cleft black glans.

	Her head slowly bent over his cock, as she began to lick at
the sperm with the tip of her tongue, swirling her pointed pink tongue
into the hole. Licking up all of his sticky silver juice from the tip
of his knob, down to his balls, cleaning off all of the warm wetness,
then she pushed his cock back into her mouth.

	Gently sucking at the lump of flesh, savoring the juices and
the feel of the softening satin smooth skin, Melissa played with his
softening cock, catching and holding the glob of hot sperm, then
turning her head slightly to face the hidden camera, she smiled
lasciviously into the lens.

	Pulling his cock back, George began to draw it from her lips,
until it fell from her lips with an audible pop.

	"Now it's my turn. My turn to suck you off, Melissa."

	The husky black male leaned forward, holding Melissa's
shoulders with his big hands as he pulled her forward and up onto the
bed.

	"George, I'd rather not, we've been in here so long that
someone will wonder what happened to us, and besides, when I get a
tongue in my pussy, I like to keep it there one long time."

	"To hell with the others!" George growled.

	"Well, at least think of my husband out there," Melissa smiled
demurely, eyes cast down, trying to look as virginal as possible.

	"I do have a marriage and a reputation to protect, but I'd
sure take a rain check for some time later, maybe even later tonight,
if this party ever gets livened up like I hope that it will, and
especially if you help it along by sexing it up out there with the the
other girls."

	"You mean you want me to help you turn this party into an
orgy?"

	"Now that would be fun, wouldn't it George. How would you like
to fuck one of the girls out there? And which one would you like to
fuck, besides me?"

	"Well," his brow furrowed with thought, "I've already fucked
Betty plenty of times, and you would be my next choice, but I'd like
to fuck that sexy little blonde bitch, Susan, too."

	"Then why don't you help me out and let's get sexy out there
with the others until we get a full blown swinging orgy started."

	"I'll do it, let's go get the fucking started."

	"Slow down now." Melissa's voice calmed down the big ex-
football player. "We've got to play this cool, letting the others warm
up a little slow if we want to get a real swinging party started. We
might get them all a little drunk, and relax any inhibitions they may
have. Then, when they are all relaxed and happy, bang, we fuck all of
them!"

	George broke into laughter at her light hearted planning, not
really sure if she was kidding him, or really planning a full blown
orgy for the group tonight.

	"Are you serious, Melissa?"

	"You bet your sexy, black ass I'm serious, do you want to help
out, and fuck Susan, or not?"

	"Sure, I'll help. What do you want me to do?"

	"Here is what we'll do, as soon as we get around to it, later
this evening, we'll...

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