Skinny Flicks

About  two weeks ago a new secretary began working in our office, 
and   from  the  second I laid eyes on her I knew I  wouldn’t  be 
satisfied   until  I’d tasted her soft,  sweet juices.   Terri’s hair
fell all the   way down to her sumptuous breasts, and her moist lips
always seemed to   form a tempting,teasing pout when she looked my way.

The problem, if anything, was that she was TOO sexy!  From  her
slinky   jumpsuits to the fine,  round curve of her backside -
everything about   her said ‘I Want it’ in body language.  But this
just made it  harder.   Something  told  me that the usual  dinner, 
drinks and ‘my  place  or   yours’  wouldn’t  do the trick,  and I
racked my  brains for a way  to   approach her.

To cut a long story short,   when I finally asked her out, I asked 
if   there  was anything special SHE waould like to do.  And to my
infinite   surprise,  she  had  an  answer  ready.  “Porn Flicks”,  she
said, her   voice lowered to a husky,  horny drawl.  “I just love them,
but I can   hardly ever find a man who wants to go”.

I nearly keeled over, but I did my best to keep cool.  In fact, what
I   did  was smile.  I could tell  she was testing me,  and I shot  her
a   knowing glance to let her see I knew just what she was after.  We
made   a date to see the  hottest  film we could find, that very night,
and I   left her half-blushing, half-beaming behind her typewriter.

The  rest of the day my prick literally ached with anticipation. 
When   4:30 p.m.  rolled around,  I  stopped by her desk and she smiled
as if   we  shared some saucy little secret.  Our office is around the 
corner   from Greek Street and in a few minutes we were strolling past
a whole,   horny array of skin-flicks.    Each time we passed  another
lewed foyer,  her fingers tightened their   grip on my arm.  We finally
decided on a foriegn double-bill,  ‘Nympho   Madness’ and ‘Danish
Ball’. I could feel her body heating up even as I   paid for the
tickets.  By the time we got inside the dark theatre, her   breath was
hoarse and rapid, and she pressed her luscious tits against   my
shoulder while we found seats.

“The  back  is best”,  she whispered,  already entranced by the 
horny   images on the screen.  A beautiful girl lay spread-eagled on a 
beach,   her blonde pussy exposed and juicy for the camera.  Her
fingers grazed   accross  it’s shimering  lips,  idly dabbing at her
clit  and  sliding   into  the deep, pink wetness while she threw back
her pretty head, and   sighed.

“This is great”,  Terri mumbled,  settling in our  private nest at
the   very  rear  of the theatre.  The girl was joined  by a  brunette,
who   cupped her swelling breasts in her hands as she stepped 
forward.  Her   thick  black  gash filled the screen and my  date 
moaned  helplessly,   letting  her  hand  fall down to her own cleft
and  working  her  palm   slowly  over  the  satin-covered groove. 
“I’m getting  too worked  up   already.  My pussy’s sopping”, she
hissed.    By this time,  I was burning up myself,  and I reached down
and placed   my hand on top of hers. The two girls on the screen were
now locked in   the lewdest embrace  imaginable,  with the brunette’s
face mashed into   her young lovers silky muff.

Terri  had now unzipped her  jumpsuit,  exposing the hot flesh
beneath   from her cleavage to the first, scant curls of her velvety
pubes.  She   guided my hand inside and pressed it against her lips, 
still pinching   her  clit,  and squeezing my own bursting cock with
her other hand.  I   was too excited to be nervous at our public
exhibition.  Tucked in the   corner  of the cinema,  with  all heads in
the audience glued  to  the   action  at  the  front,  it  seemed 
doubtfull  that  Terri’s  and  my   performance would be noticed.   
But a minute later I was not so sure.A middle aged man strode down the 
cliff  to the stretch of beach where the young tarts were sucking  and
eating  each  other’s gleaming pussies.  His monster dong was 
clearly   outlined  in  his trunks,  and a  few feet from the writhing 
pair  he   dropped them to expose a solid eight inches of sizzling
cock.

The  sight of this was too much for Terri,  and with a little cry,
she   slid all the way out of her clothes, then hopped over to my seat 
with   her hand still clutching at my organ.  It all happened so 
fast..    Before  I knew it she was ramming my hot prick ionto the
sopping-slick   entrance of her hole,  stuffing inch  after throbbing
inch up into her   without taking her eyes from the screen.    Had 
anyone turned around,  anyone  spied us in our  lust  crazy  act,  
there  would have been a riot.  But I was too far gone to care.  Terri 
humped  furiously on my meat,  clutching the seat in front of her  and
jamming  back to take it all inside of her.  Her pussy-lips clamped
me   in a tight kiss.  I grasped her bouncing tits, her pert nipples
wedged   between my fingers,  and took in the porn,  while performing
myself in   the corner of the theatre.

Just as the movie reached it’s  hottest point,  when the camera
showed   the man’s enormous prick forcing it’s way into the dainty
blonde’s wet   pussy,  Terri  began to shake and rock on top of me with
such  fervour   that I thought she would scream. Her whole body jammed
down against my   muscle, slamming me inside her wet, hot hole to its’
very hilt.    “Just  keep  fucking  me,   ram  your  cock-meat  in”, 
she  whispered   franticaly,  and had to lean forward and sink her
teeth in her hand to   keep from shouting out to the whole audience. 
It was the most amazing   screw  I had ever had.  Watching the giant
cock sliding in and out  of   the girls on the screen,   seeing the
blonde lock her legs accross her   lover’s  back  and lap wildly at the
brunnette squating on top of  her   face - all of this cinematic raunch
fired us even further.

The second the screen exploded with the guy’s gushing come,  I felt
my   sperm  shooting  into  Terri’s pussy and blending  with  her  own 
hot   bursts.  As  the trio writhed in ‘Nympho  Madness’,  my sex-mad 
lover   matched them lunge for lunge,  until we all semed to collapse
at once,   almost too drained to move.   Terri sneaked back to the seat
beside me   and  zippered  up.  The rest of the  movie,  we  alternatly
fingered,   sucked and laved each other’s sex,  and by the time the
first  feature   came  to  it’s horny climax we’d both come as much as 
the  performers   we’d paid to watch.  There was no point hanging out
for ‘Danish Ball’,   and drenched with sweat and passion,  we pulled
ourselves together and   prepared to leave our horny hideaway.