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Subject: {ASSM} The Cinema
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Date: Thu, 27 Aug 2015 21:10:01 -0400
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The Cinema
 
    The Liberty Cinema  once had days of grandeur in Poughkeepsie,  Back 
then of course the city  had five full time movie houses.  The time they do 
change as all of the  movie houses are closed; but for the Liberty.  The 
Bardavon still  flourishes; but as a venue for concerts and shows.  Times change 
and so do  the needs of the community.  The Multi-screen theaters in the 
malls gets  all of the attention now.
    Liberty Street, a short  little street off of Main Street.  Not much on 
the street now.  A pawn  shop, a stamp store and empty buildings to include 
the old Stafford  Theater.  You wanted to see a new released movie you went 
to the Bardovan  or Colonial Theaters.  You wanted a "B" SciFi  or 
Western,you went to  the Stafford.  You want to see a low grade adult film, the 
Liberty was your  place.  The other theaters have changed or become defunct.  
The  Liberty still retains its reputation.
    The rain steady as we  cross Main Street and hurry along Liberty to the 
steps of the old  building.  My arm hooked in his as he holds the umbrella 
with the other  arm.  Not sure what good the umbrella is doing other then 
keeping him dry  as I am getting pelted with cool rain, on my less then 
seasonal attire.  A  spaghetti tank top and short peasant skirt, not quite warm 
enough for the  October temperatures.  Feeling quite chilled as he pays at the 
ticket booth  and we step into the lobby the floor in need of a cleaning 
and the corners of  the walls near the ceiling showing cob webs or spider 
webs.  The grimy  glass of the snack bar not a very appetizing advertisement.
    Not totally sure why I  let him tell me what to wear and not to wear.  
His hand in mine and leading  down the main aisle of the movie house.  A 
scattering of people in the  rows.  One here and one there and two together 
there.  Not quite a  full house; but thinking most likely they would not want 
to be crowded.   The movie what you would have seen here 30 years previous.  
Redeeming  qualities very few.
    Watching him stop and  guide me into a row five from the front.  Moving 
along the seats till we  are six in from the aisle.  A man further along 
the aisle and one in the  row just one seat off to the side of the seats we 
have taken.  Pulling down  the seat cushion and giving a cursory glance.  
Feeling the grit under my  feet as I shift and sit down in the not very plush 
seat.
    The movie already  started; but not to worry, it will come around again 
and start over if we should  be so inclined for a total viewing.  Shivering 
as I lean into him and try  to catch some warmth from his arm and shoulder. 
 My top and skirt damp and  adhering to my skin more closely then I would 
like, being I am not wearing a  brassiere.  "Goose bumps," forming on my 
exposed skin and that under my  thin top and my skirt.
    Low budget movie and very  low budget heating.  It almost feels like 
the AC is chilling the air,  except for the fact that I doubt there is any AC 
in this building.  Again  wondering why I let him take me to this movie 
house.  Why haven't I  protested; but I know that having a "boy friend or man 
friend" as you might have  it:  I don't want to reject his ideas.  A rental 
movie would have been  cheaper and much more congenial to being arousing, then 
coming to a long past  x-rated movie theater. 
    Thankful for his close  presence as I would never dare even walk past 
this place by myself, much less  come into a seedy joint like this.  Feeling 
my body crawling as I look at  the shabby seats and slide my feet again over 
the gritty and sticky floor.   My stomach roiling at the thought of the 
stickiness, pulling my legs tight to  minimize my clothes and body from 
touching any of this building and anything in  it.
    I know I am weak willed  and easily lead; but coming here has given me 
the willies, not just from the  atmosphere; but from the really bad quality 
of the flick on the  screen.
    Trying to look interested  in the movie; but really very aware of my 
surroundings and conscious of fear in  the pit of my stomach. 
    Relaxing a little as he  rests his hand on my thigh and I feel his arm 
pressing against my breast.   His fingers making small circles on the 
material of my skirt, transferring it to  the soft skin beneath.  My breathing 
quickening as he traces the shallow  valley formed by my legs close together.  
Fingers teasing just along the  tops of my inner thighs, pressing the side 
of his hand deeper into the valley,  my skirt riding a little higher on my 
legs as he moves from my knees to the  "Y".  Laying back fully against the 
seat as his one arms moves along my  legs and his other reaches to cup the 
small mound of my breast.  A soft  squeeze and release and then another squeeze, 
fingers finding the hardening tip  of my nipple.  The point thrusting at 
the thin material of my top.   The twin to that nub, jutting proudly untouched 
on the other side.  Holding  my breath then a soft moan.  Trying to 
concentrate on the movie, heavens  knows why, but failing as my mind is pinpointing 
the sensitive buds of my long  thick nipples as they raise and ache against 
my top.  Biting my lower lip  to keep from moaning out loud, and looking 
around to be sure I had bitten off  the moan deep inside of me.
    Hearing the movement in  the theater like the scurrying of mice on a 
floor.  The sound muffled by  the loud moaning and groaning of the speakers as 
the man and woman on screen are  deep in a passionate embrace. 
    Turning my head as I feel  warm breath on my neck and then a hand 
reaching over my right shoulder and  cupping my breast.  My eyes going wide, as 
some stranger is groping  me.  Not wanting to make a scene, looking to my 
man; but seeing him  watching straight ahead as he continues to knead my left 
breast and rub along my  thighs.  The fingers of the person behind me rubbing 
over my top, caressing  the harden tip of my nipple.  The fingers becoming 
bolder and pinching the  nipple and giving a little tug.  Sliding up to my 
shoulder and pushing down  the spaghetti strap and sliding down to push the 
top down off of my  breast. 
    Looking sideways to my  man and expecting him to pull the hand from my 
breast and tell the man behind me  to "beat it."  Not a sign that he is 
aware of what is happening.  His  hand slipping from my breast and the other 
patting gently on my thigh.  The  rough callous' of his hand pressing on the 
soft skin as I sit straight and  unmoving, as I am fondled by a stranger. 
    Turning to protest, and  see him look at me, his finger to his lips.  
"Shush."  His hand  patting my thigh again.  Turning my head partway to look 
behind me and  catching the fetid breath of the man behind me.  My stomach 
again doing a  flip.  A soft gulp and a deep breath, as the finger is now 
rolling my bare  nipple with his fingers.  Glancing down and seeing they are 
not freshly  washed.  Feeling my hair being pulled to the side and lips 
pressing against  my ear and then my neck.  Kissing and licking.  Leaning to my 
man with  a soft moan of protest; but again getting a look and a "shush."
    The man that has been  sitting in the row we are in now standing and 
moving closer and sitting in the  seat next to me.  His hand slipping over the 
armrest and resting on my  right thigh.  Moving my head side to side to 
escape the lips pursuing the  column of my neck and the juncture of neck and 
shoulder.  His lips nibbling  on the soft flesh as he continues to fondle my 
breast. 
    Fear filling me as I feel  the man next to me moves his hand down my 
thigh and over my skirt and then back  up, curling it to brush the inside of 
my thigh, his fingers feeling clammy as he  moves it higher, pushing my skirt 
up my higher.
    Another hand slipping  over my shoulder to slip down the strap on my 
left shoulder and bare the flesh  of my breast.  "Please.  Please don't"  My 
words imploring.   Imploring the men to stop touching me.  Imploring my man 
to stop them from  touching me.  "Please, lets leave."  My words unheard or 
unheeded as  my man continues to press on my thigh, then slipping to my knee 
and pulling it  towards his.  My right knee wanting to move with it; but 
held in place as  my legs part and expose the soft inner flesh of my thighs.
    Jerking in my seat as the  man on my right moves his hand between my 
thighs and then up the toned  flesh.  His hand brushing my skirt up and the 
heel of his hand brushing the  full lips under my thong.  A soft moan of 
dismay and something more as it  presses for a moment the fat lips.  Then slides 
back down my thigh  again.
    Feeling my man lift my  hand and place it on his lap.  Feeling the 
erection in his pants as he rubs  my hand along it.  "See what you have caused," 
as he slides his zipper down  and moves my hand to the inside of his fly.  
The warm hard flesh against my  trembling fingers, as he pulls it free and 
moves my hand up and down the long  thick prick.  Helpless as he jerks 
himself with my hand.  Feeling the  fullness of my labia as they swell with 
engorging blood.  Knowing that  moisture is wetting my walls as I lay back, eyes 
closed and continue to jack the  hard dick. 
    Feeling both my breasts  beings fondles and nipples rolled, as a hand 
saws up and down my parted thighs,  pressing on the fullness of my pubes.  
Moaning as my thighs tremble with  tension.  My nipples sending shock waves of 
pleasure to my core.  My  chest pumping heart as my heartbeat quickens.
    Feeling my man  disengaging my fingers from his warm cock.  "I will be 
back in a bit, I  have to jack this off."  Tucking his engorged penis into 
his pants and  standing and leaving me in my seat.  Not understanding his 
words, till he  is already walking up the aisle, leaving me in my seat.  His 
words were  loud and those around are sure to have heard.
    Another man slipping into  the row with me and sitting in the warmth of 
my man's seat.  His hand  grabbing mine and placing it on his cock, already 
thrusting hard and pulsing  from his open pants.  Shaking as tears slip 
down my cheeks to hang on my  chin and fall wetly onto my chest.
    The smell of the cock in  my hand wafting to my nose with a scent of 
male cum and urine.  The soft  flesh slipping up and down his steely core, as 
I flick his cock head with my  thumb nail.  Not sure why; but feeling him 
jerk beside  me. 
    The man on my right  bolder now, as his hand slices between my thighs 
and rubs hard against my  aroused labia.  Mauling my meaty lips and working 
the grease of my walls  undo the panel of my thong and then wetting the 
material.  My hips jerking  to meet his hand.  Not able to stop my body as it 
ease to the edge of my  seat and my knees spread wide.  Pushing my pussy 
against his hand, and then  moaning as my free hand moves and pushes my thong to 
the left side of my fat  lips.  Exposing the fat cunt lips, the musky scent 
wafting up from between  my legs, as the moisture squishes noisily as a 
finger slips easily into my  tunnel.  Pushing my walls apart and bottoming at the 
web of his hand,  pulling back and a second finger slipping in now.  My 
walls sheathing them  like a knife as they plunge again and again into my 
slippery hole.
    My hips rocking to the  invading fingers, as I jack the man on my 
right.  His pants wide open and  pulled down the top of his thighs, as I look 
down and see the dark curly hair at  the base of his dick and the ball sack 
nestling between his legs.
    "Oh gawd."  The  words slipping from my lips as the nasty men's hands 
swarm over my body like an  octopus in heat.  Fondling my breasts from behind 
me and the hand between  my thighs, punching the grimy fingers into my 
seeping cunt.  Another one on  the right now taking my free hand and placing it 
on his engorged prick.   Both my hands stroking swollen organs as my head 
moves side to side to try to  escape the lips being pressed to my face and 
neck and shoulders.  The wet  tongue feeling so slimey as it touches my mouth, 
pushing between my lips.   Whimpering against the lingual muscle as I taste 
the warm breath, fetid and  distasteful.
    Stroking two men and one  fingering my sopping pussy as I feel my head 
pulled back and turned to the  side.  Looking up into the stained pants of a 
man and then smelling the  mixed scent of his cock, as it is pressed 
against my  cheek, stabbing at my  lips.  Trying to resist, but gasping for air as 
fingers pinch my nostrils  close and the scummy cock is pushed into my 
mouth.  My insides revolting at  the initial taste, as my lips seal over the 
uncut head.  Tongue licking at  the pulsing glan, as my head is banging against 
his leg as he thrusts spasticly  into my mouth. 
    My mind filling with  images and sensations and aromas and tastes, as 
my senses are assaulted by an  overflow of data.  Not thinking to cry out or 
scream or resist; but just  taking what is placed in and on my body.  
Allowing the men to touch and  probe and prod and use me as they will and desire.
    Feeling the man on my  left lifting in his seat and then the warm touch 
of his seed as it spurts from  his distended cum slit and falls in warm 
splashes on my hand and wrist.   His hand holding mine tight on his cock.  The 
veins compressed as he slowly  shows me how he wants his cock milked from 
base to glan.
    Gagging and choking as my  head is pulled to the side and the man 
behind me is thrusting his cock into the  side of my cheek and the back of my 
mouth.  Drool and spittle flying from  my lips as he tugs on my hair and pulls 
my head back farther.  All I can  see is the stained dark pants leg and 
breath in the strong scent of his body  odors as he force fucks my face and 
mouth with his cock
    My thighs squeezing on  the invading fingers in my cunt and welcoming 
them deep with a small contraction  as a calloused finger rubs the raw flesh 
of my smooth pearl.  Not sure  where the hands are coming from, but they are 
different on each breast as they  pull and tug and pinch and fondle the 
soft mounds and hard nipples.
    Sputtering and choking as  the man in my mouth, erupts into my mouth 
like a pimple breaking and the white  pus coating my mouth.  Gagging as the 
foul tasting sperm touches my palette  and tongue.  His cock still shooting 
his sees into my mouth and then on my  face as he pulls free.  The white 
strands crisscrossing my face and a blast  of cum striking my eye in a glob of 
thick gooey scum.  Feeling my cunt  spasming on the fingers as I feel the 
warmth of the seed coating my head and  hair.  "Oh, fuck I am such a nasty 
cunt."  The words escaping from my  mouth to ring loudly in my ears in the 
darkened theater.
    Helpless from the  attention of the swarm of men around me; and 
helpless from my needy body that is  now craving the attention of these nameless 
men.  Feeling another man  shooting his seed into the air, aimed at my seat 
and the warm discharge touching  my stomach and breasts, being rubbed in by 
the unceasing hands tugging on my  small teats.
    Hissing and panting as  another man sits on my left and my hand placed 
on his hard cock.  The one  on the right bruising my cunt lips with his 
harsh sawing of fingers; but still  my cunt grasping at the thick digits and 
trying to milk them as I ride and leak  my grease over his fingers and my 
swollen cunt lips.
    Another man using my head  as it is pulled roughly to the side and 
filled with another nasty smelling and  tasting prick.  Screaming on the cock in 
my mouth as the man pulls from my  cunt and slaps down on the wet flesh of 
my widely splayed gash and exposed  clitoris.  Tears of pain and pleasure 
and frustration, merging with the  other liquids coating my face.......seed, 
and snot and spittle.
    Finding myself pulled in  the lap of the man next to me and his cock 
pushing into my pussy from behind, my  hand still being used to masturbate the 
men on either side of me and my head  pulled forward to the row in front 
and mouth speared on another slimey  prick. 
    Time lost in freeze  frames of depravity as my body and clothing are 
coated with the slime of  numerous men.  My cunt sore and leaking the load 
from the man who fucked me  from behind as I huddle in my seat, as my man 
returns and tells the men to leave  me alone.
    The smile on his face  belying the words from his lips.  "You nasty 
skank, get to the ladies room  and try to clean yourself up."  His hand 
reaching for mine and then pulling  back, not wanting to touch the coating of seed 
on many parts of my  body. 
    Following me up the  aisle, my clothes askew and pushing me into the 
ladies room door.  The  stark light of the dirty bulbs, showing me more then I 
wish to see as I look  into the mirror and see the nasty slut facing me.  
Wiping with my fingers  at first and licking them clean, then pulling at some 
paper towels and dabbing  at the globs of semen, turning my hair whitish in 
spots. 
    Stumbling out of the  unsanitary restroom and walking weakly alongside 
of my man as we step into the  lobby and then into the street.  My skirt and 
top wet with my attempts to  wipe them clean.  My thighs sticky with cum 
and my cunt still leaking seed  into the panel of my thong.  Hair hanging damp 
and in limp strands as he  pulls me to the parking lot and throws my unused 
coat down on the passenger  seat. 
    "Get around back."   Already slamming the car door and moving to the 
backyard.  Slipping my  clothing off and standing naked in the chilly rain as 
he takes a garden hose an  washes me down for a long time.  Shivering and 
trembling as I stand taking  the powerful spray of the hose stinging my 
sensitive and raw body parts.   Then meekly walking to the back porch and toweling 
myself off; before heading  for a shower.........
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
    
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