************************************************************************** The Following is the fourth in a series of sexually explicit FICTIONAL stories centering around the popular young actress Christina Ricci. ENJOY! Email me comments! ************************************************************************** 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. -------------------==== Posted via Deja News ====----------------------- http://www.dejanews.com/ Search, Read, Post to Usenet