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Subject: GOING TO THE MOVIES 1/2
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The Adventures of Melissa
by Bill Williams
Chapter 1
Going to the Movies
"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 laid 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 they hardly even quivered, even though they stuck out
almost more than 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 thirteen. 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 until she was over
sixteen.
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.
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 crevasse 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 loosly 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
porcelin 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 jackoff 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's 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?"
Find out the answer in Chapter 2!
XXXXXXXXXXXXXX Continued in "Movies2.txt" XXXXXXXXXXXXXX
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Subject: GOING TO THE MOVIES 2/2
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The Adventures of Melissa
by Bill Williams
Chapter 2
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
definately 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 mouthand 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 loosly 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, 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 clefted
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 laciviously 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, especially if you help it along by sexing it up out
there with 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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