Then the man ripped his cock out of her. The woman rolled onto her back and the man jerked his cock. I gasped as his cum erupted, painting the woman’s soft breasts. She moaned, squeezing them as the man spurted lines of white across her tits. She panted, massaging the creamy mess into her tits.
And then a new movie played. A man and woman kissed before a bed. I shuddered, eyes locked on the screen as clothing came off. The woman slipped down before the man, her tits exposed, and pulled his cock out of his slacks.
He wore no boxers beneath.
“Oh, wow,” I gasped as the woman practically inhaled his cock. She bobbed her face so fast, sliding up and down his shaft.
I squirmed worse. My pussy grew hotter and hotter. My breathing quickened. My nipples ached. I wanted to free my breasts and play with them. My hands, resting on my knees, gripped them, palms sweaty. If I let go of my knees, I was afraid I would start masturbating like the gentleman I saw.
The woman sucked harder, louder. She bobbed her mouth, saliva dripping down her chin. Then the man seized her hair and fucked her mouth hard. He grunted, balls slapping against her jaw as she somehow took all of his cock into her mouth.
“Daddy, how’s she doing that?” I gasped.
“Deep-throating,” Daddy answered, his voice thicker, more gravelly. “She relaxes her throat and swallows his cock.” Daddy shifted. He must be so hard, too.
I understood. My pussy was on fire, making me wiggle in my seat.
“You keep squirming. Does it make you hot? Do you want to touch your sinful hole, harlot?”
I nodded my head.
“Why aren’t you?”
My eyes widened. I glanced at Daddy then remembered the gentleman. He was masturbating. He wasn’t denying himself his pleasure. He embraced it. Why shouldn’t it? Even here, in this place, where strange men could watch me.
I smiled. Strange men could watch me.
My pussy clenched even harder. I leaned back in my seat and spread my legs wide, my left knee touching Daddy’s right. My hands slid up my skirt as I stared at the screen. The man grunted every time he fucked his cock into the woman’s mouth. My pussy clenched, growing hotter and hotter as I reached my panties.
I debated shoving my hands in them or taking off my panties entirely.
It was simple. I was a whore.
“Daddy,” I asked as I peeled off my panties, “can you hold onto these for me?”
I pulled my panties off over my black Mary Janes and dropped them onto his lap. The cool air of the theater washed over my naked sex. As Daddy lifted my panties to his nose, inhaling my tart musk wreathing the delicate cloth, I shoved my hands between my thighs and frigged myself.
Pleasure shuddered through me as I rubbed at the folds of my pussy and teased my clit. I squirmed, bitting my lip, watching the man in the movie rip his cock out of the woman’s mouth and erupted across her face.
“Oh, yes,” I moaned, my pussy growing even juicer. It was so humiliating to the woman. She had cum dripping down to her naked tits. I licked my lips, envying her as I rubbed harder at my pussy.
The next film started up, and there were two women with one man. And the women were kissing, their lush lips meeting. Lesbians … My eyes widened. I rubbed even harder at my cunt as I watched the two women kissing each other and then the man and then they went back to kissing each other.
Their hands rubbed at each other’s breasts through their skimpy lingerie. They leaned back on the bed. One woman’s breasts appeared and the other leaned down, sucking on her nipple while the man ripped off her panties and licked her pussy.
“Yes, yes, yes,” the woman being pleasured by the other two moaned.
“Oh, my Lord,” I gasped, watching in fascination of one woman sucking another’s nipples.
I had only the vaguest idea that women did things like that with each other. I had heard lesbian or dyke whispered a few times. My pussy dripped juices down to my skirt, forming a wet spot. I shoved a pair of fingers into my depths, reaming them in and out as I watched the women more than the men. They kissed and licked each other, including between their thighs.
They licked each other’s pussies.
They both enjoyed the mutual cunnilingus while the man took turns fucking them. I rubbed my clit all through the movie, wondering what it would be like to be with a woman, to lick her pussy and have her lick mine. Would it feel different than Daddy’s mouth and tongue? Would she taste different than mine?
“Pair of dyke whores,” the man fucking them grunted. The women were both licking each other’s pussies, one atop the other, while the man fucked the woman on top’s cunt. “Licking each other’s twats.”
“Dykes,” I groaned, my toes curling. “Oh, wow. Oh, my, Daddy, that’s so sinful. Look at them lick each other.”
His hand touched my knee, stroking it. I shuddered, his touch sending an immediate rush of pleasure shooting down my thigh. I groaned and squirmed. I bit my lip as his touch built the growing pleasure in my pussy.