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                 The Sexual Escapades of Christina Ricci:
                        Episode IV: At the Movies

                               Summer 1996

	"I'm telling you, that's her!" Bruce whispered to John.
	"Why do you think it's her?" John asked.
	"Because it IS her, John."
	It had been two weeks since they had finished the sixth grade and
school had let out for the summer. So far, John and Bruce had spent every
free day at the movies. Since they had seen everything else, they were
going to watch "Flipper" today. They had found themselves completely alone
in the theater and sat in the front aisle. Fifteen minutes before the
movie was supposed to start, though, a woman wearing a black sweatsuit and
a pink headband had come into the theater and sat in the back row. Bruce
could have sworn that the woman was sixteen-year-old child actress
Christina Ricci.
	"Okay, so what if it IS her? Then what?" John asked.
	"I dunno," Bruce answered.
	"Alright, Bruce, I'll tell you what. I'll give you ten bucks if
you touch her boobs."
	"Ten bucks! But how--"
	"Just walk up to her and grab 'em. You HAVE to do it. I mean, it's
a dare, so you've got to do it."
	"Uh, okay. Ten bucks, right?"
	"Ten bucks. Swear to God."
	The movie still hadn't started when Bruce took one last quick look
back to make sure it really WAS Christina Ricci. She had lit a cigarette
and was puffing away like a chimney, albeit the sexiest chimney in the
world. Bruce couldn't believe that she was smoking in a movie theater. The
fact that she WAS smoking, though, was what cemented in Bruce's mind that
it really was Christina Ricci; he figured only someone famous would try to
get away with smoking in a movie theater.

	Chris had been jogging and decided to catch a movie before making
the run back home. She chose "Flipper" because she thought Elijah Wood was
cute and also because she was going to be doing a film with him soon. And
also because she knew the theater would be pretty much deserted, which it
was. When she came in there were two kids, probably age eleven or twelve,
in the front row but that was it. They kept looking back and staring at
her, but she didn't care. Chris figured they wouldn't mind if she
smoked--chances were they probably smoked too--so she lit up a cigarette.
	Chris took a drag and saw that the smaller of the boys had stood
up and was walking towards the back of the auditorium. She figured he was
going to leave to use the restroom, but he didn't. When he got to Chris'
aisle, he started walking towards her. He stopped in front of her and just
stared at her with a stupid grin on his face.
	Chris took another drag and skillfully exhaled the smoke up
towards the kid's face. "What?" she said, annoyed.
	"Um. . ." The kid's stupid grin got bigger as he reached forward
and groped Chris.
	"You little perv!" Chris screamed at him as she pushed his hands
away from her tits. She stood up, but the kid was blocking the way; she
called him "LITTLE perv," but he was actually two or three inches taller
than her and outweighed her by a good deal. She started to walk down the
aisle in the opposite direction, but the other kid was there. He was a
couple inches taller than the first kid and much heavier. Chris put the
cigarette between her lips and started to push the bigger kid so she could
get past him, but he grabbed her arms and easily forced her to sit back
down.
	"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Chris said. Her voice
was trembling and she nervously puffed on the cigarette.
	"There's no smoking in the theater, miss," the bigger kid said
with a chuckle, then he stole the cigarette from Chris' lips and threw it
to the ground, smashing it with his shoe.
	"You little shit-heads!" Chris protested. A second later, the
smaller boy slapped her right cheek and she started crying.
	"Ahh, poor baby," he said.
	Chris tried to curl up into a ball but the boys picked her up and
placed her on the floor. She was whimpering like a little girl as they
pulled her sweatshirt off and she put her hands over her sports
bra-covered tits to try and stop them from advancing further. "No, no.
Pleeeease don't," she begged. Both boys laughed as they removed her pants
and envied her body, completely naked except for the sports bra and a pair
of little cotton panties. She thought about screaming for help, but feared
another slap to her face; as an actress, she couldn't afford risking her
beauty.

	John and Bruce had stripped Christina Ricci of her clothes and
dignity, but now what? They were twelve and had no experience in matters
of sex. They felt so powerful making a famous woman cry, but didn't know
what should come next. They looked at eachother and shrugged, then John
remembered a phrase he had heard once.
	John looked down and said, "Give me a blow job, whore." He didn't
even know what that meant and neither did Bruce.
	Christina Ricci looked up at John and stopped crying, just stared
at him with a "please don't make me" face. "Now!" John shouted. She got on
her knees and unzipped his pants. Her hand fished around in his underwear
and grabbed hold of his flacid dick. Her soft touch made it firm in a
matter of seconds, but completely erect it was still barely three inches
long.

	Chris was getting over her fright, but really, really didn't want
to suck this little dick. She knew she had to, though, and figured she
could make him cum fast, if he even had the ability TO cum! Chris
swallowed the dick whole and it was quickly covered with her saliva. Her
head bobbed up and down as she worked swiftly and within sixty seconds her
mouth was filled with cum. She turned her head, the little penis coming
out of her mouth, and spit the cum onto the floor.
	"There, asshole," Chris said while wiping her mouth. "Are you
happy now?"
	The big kid didn't say anything, but was obviously happy. After
experiencing what Chris figured was probably his first orgasm, he had
almost fallen down and was now sitting down with a huge smile on his face.
	"Now me," the smaller kid said, a little nervous.
	"Fuck you!" Chris shouted at him. He started to raise his hand as
if he was going to slap her again and Chris started to cry again. "Okay,
okay," she said, "just don't hit me again."
	"That's better, whore!"
	Chris couldn't control her tears as she unzipped his pants. She
was so mad that no one had heard them, and that no one had come to save
her. She had no choice but to continue and so she did. This time she found
a completely erect cock. It was a little bigger than the otherone, but not
by much. These were definitely the two smallest cocks she had ever had,
not that she had had very many before.
	Fighting back the humiliation, Chris inserted the purple head of
this 12-year-old punk's dick between her lips and licked it, moving her
tongue in circular motions, tasting precum. Chris had always loved the
taste of cum and precum, but she couldn't stand his', though she knew that
it was all psychological, and that his cum really tasted the same as
Mac's.
	Chris opened her mouth wider and carressed his shaft with the tip
of her tongue. Then, wanting to make quick work of him like she did his
friend, Chris closed her mouth tightly around the small dick and, while
slobbering all over it, moved up and down rapidly. Up and down. Up and
down. This kid had more staying power than the first one, but it still
took only a few minutes before cum was dripping from her lips and filled
her mouth. She spat this batch onto the floor the same as she did the
first and again wiped her mouth.
	"Okay!" Chris said. "Are we done now? Can I leave now?" She was
now wiping the tears from her eyes and neither of the boys answered, but
just sat there with stupid grins on their faces. Chris saw this as an
oppurtunity to make a break, so she stood up, quickly grabbed her sweats
and started to walk away when the big kid stood up and grabbed her. He
pushed her down onto one of the chairs.
	"You're not leaving," he told her. He grabbed her tits and Chris
tried to stop him, but it was no use. She  also couldn't stop him from
taking her sports bra off. She felt so humiliated as they gawked at her
bare tits and tried to cover them but was physically stopped from doing
so.

	John and Bruce weren't sure how all of this had happened; it had
started off as an innocent dare and now they were looking at real life
boobs for the first time! They both had the same thought: touching's got
to be even better than looking. John was determined to be the first to
touch them and was about to when one of the theater's doors opened and an
usher walked in.

	"Heeeelp! Please help me!" Chris shouted as she saw the young man
walk into the audotorium. With amazing speed, her two attackers bolted out
towards another set of doors and vanished. Their pants were still
unzipped.
	"Oh, Lord, thank you," Christina Ricci sighed as she sat there
with cum on her face, wearing only panties. As the young usher came to
help her, she looked up and noticed that the movie hadn't even started
yet.

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