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Melissa goes to the movies
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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 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 marveled 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 niceties. 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?"
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