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Trips To The Cinema
by Rachel Childs (rach_childs@hotmail.com)

***

Rachel has an experience with an older man in the 
cinema and returns again for more adventures and 
experiences kinky passion. (M/f-teen, reluc, voy, anal)

***

Let me recount to you a piece of my past, when I was 
nearly 16 I went through a bad phase at school, it was 
a private girls school and the regime was just too 
dictatorial for me and just generated a willful desire 
to disobey. I developed earlier than the other girls 
and was teased about my development, probably the 
result of those Indian genes and being very dark and 
coarse haired. 

Anyway the result of my willfulness was to bunk off 
school (take leave without permission) the odd 
afternoon instead of going to the library and doing my 
studies, being a senior I was not often missed as we 
were trusted. But what do you do in a London suburb 
when you bunk off, with no friends and the streets 
quiet, so I used to pop home and change (my Father was 
at work and my Mother died when I was quite young) put 
on a little makeup and go to the local cinema. 

I felt quite special sitting there eating my popcorn 
and thinking of the others still at school, the films 
were pretty boring though and most of the other film 
goers were older people, mainly retired who went to 
these matinee performances. One afternoon I was sitting 
waiting for the film to start when a man came and sat 
beside me, I was surprised because the cinema was half 
empty and I was the only person in that row of seats, 
he looked and smiled, I smiled back, the lights dimmed 
and the film started. 

I sat munching my popcorn watching the film and after 
about twenty minutes I suddenly felt his leg against 
mine. I stopped munching and a hot flush went through 
me, did I imagine it? Was it just accidental? I sat 
there wondering what was going to happen; perhaps I 
should get up and move? Scream? As I sat there I 
realised that I had the power here, if I started to 
scream he would probably jump up and run away so I 
decided to just wait and see what transpired, and then 
the interval lights came on. 

I casually looked over at him, he actually looked quite 
nice, old, but nice, he wore decent clothes, nice 
herring bone toothed sports jacket with a white shirt 
and cravat. He turned towards me and smiled, then asked 
if I would like anything when the lady appeared with 
her refreshments tray. I was quite thirsty so asked if 
I could have a can of coke, the popcorn having seemed 
to dry my mouth. He bought the can of coke and I 
offered him some of my popcorn and we didn't really 
chat but sort of passed pleasantries. 

The light dimmed after a while and not soon after I 
felt his knee against mine again, only this time it 
wasn't removed and stayed pressed there. Looking back I 
think he reasoned that if I didn't get up and move or 
didn't do anything he was safe and that feeling of 
safety gave him the courage to move to stage two, which 
was to place his hand on my knee, stage three was 
gently moving up and down my thigh, getting a little 
higher each time, it felt nice and I loved the secret 
feeling that no one knew what he was doing, not until I 
screamed anyway. 

Then there came a point when I actually wanted him to 
do more, my arousal had started and all sorts of things 
were going through my mind now. I was wearing a loosish 
skirt and just my panties under, there was no hindrance 
to his exploring and soon his hand was at my mound 
outside my panties, I felt him sample the cushion of 
hair there a couple of times and judged his surprise 
that I was so hairy for a young girl, did I also 
imagine an intake of breath too? 

Maybe, the hand moved up my belly pulling the skirt up 
and then sliding down again inside my panties, the 
fingers now dancing in circles of delight as he found 
my secrets, brushing the hairs as if finding a parting 
and then a finger sliding down the furrow and 
discovering my entrance, which was very wet now I 
guessed. I opened my legs for him and he took full 
advantage of it, continuing to explore me thoroughly, 
deliciously. 

I felt his hand on mine and he gently took it and 
placed it on his front, I did not move it at first, but 
slowly succumbed to the temptation and felt there, my 
mind imagining what lay beneath, I felt a great hard 
mound with a stiff ridge as I was aware of his other 
hand drawing down his zip, a lifting movement as he 
rearranged himself and suddenly it popped out.

My mind was working overtime trying to imagine what I 
felt, I even looked sideways to make sure that it was 
what I thought it must be, and my mind wondered how 
something this thick could possibly enter my small 
little entrance which now was occupied with his finger. 
It was truly huge, not in length but in thickness with 
a smooth domed head to it, my little hand could only 
half encompass it. During this time he had started to 
slowly and gently finger fuck me deeply, pausing every 
now and then to stimulate my clit, he moved my hand to 
indicate that I should masturbate him and I did so and 
it got so hard in my hand I couldn't believe it.

I squirmed and my eyes watered as I came on his finger 
and I closed my thighs on his hand to stop him, I felt 
sore but satisfied, and then I felt his surge, like a 
pumping swelling in my hand and as I looked over at it 
I saw a huge jet of semen shoot out and hit the back of 
the seat in front. He grunted and it was followed by 
another jet, and then another, each less in volume and 
intensity and as the last emissions erupted out over 
the huge head my hand was covered in warm sticky stuff 
and flowed around my fingers as I grasped it tightly in 
my fist, feeling still the jerking and swelling of it, 
when he had at last exhausted his supply he gave me a 
handkerchief to use to wipe my hand dry and said he had 
to be excused. 

I saw him go to the toilets and decided that I should 
leave too, I hurried up the aisle and left the cinema, 
as I walked home my head was full of thoughts about 
what something like that slid up me would feel like, it 
was then both frightening and awesome and exciting as I 
imagined all that stuff being pumped into me. I 
masturbated that night thinking about massive invasions 
and old men with huge erections.

***

Now to continue quickly to my other excursions, I had 
three excursions to the cinemas in the area, but I did 
not have any excitement there, to my chagrin I was 
totally ignored. It was some four or five weeks later 
that I again left school early and made my way to the 
cinema, it was a late decision so I had no time to go 
home and change, but it was summer so I took off my 
school blazer and tie, let my hair down, which was long 
then and stood in the ticket queue at the Gaumont 
Cinema. I looked about but didn't really see anyone 
likely, they seemed so old, and I had almost decided to 
go home, but the queue became shorter and I soon found 
myself looking at the ticket clerk and asking for an 
upstairs seat, I paid my money and passed on through to 
the circle upstairs. 

I sat alone in a middle row and to my disappointment it 
was almost deserted. I sighed as the lights dimmed and 
watched the first half of the film, to my surprise 
during the interval this man appeared and came and sat 
in the seat behind me, tapped me on the shoulder, 
smiled into my face as he asked why I was not at 
school. To say the least I was surprised and 
immediately thought him to be associated with the 
school in some way, but he was not and laughed at my 
confusion.

'It's ok," he said. "I used to bunk off too, but that 
was a long time ago," he smiled and nodded at the seat 
next to me, "May I join you?"

I mumbled a yes and nodded. He came down the row, 
introduced himself as Ted and we chatted. It seemed 
quite natural to chat to him and it transpired that he 
was a music teacher at one time, he asked about school 
and heard all my woes and we both ended up laughing 
about them by the time the film started again. He kept 
making funny remarks during the film and I couldn't 
help but giggle, he laughed too. 

He leaned over to whisper some other remark and as I 
turned my head our eyes met and I seemed to be drawn 
into him and we kissed softly, not a great passionate 
kiss, but a lip brushing soft kiss. I felt all tingly 
at this and when he put his arm around my chair and 
started to feel through my hair at the back of my neck 
I became quite aroused, the feeling was different to 
the other time, that was excitement and panic and fear, 
this was just very sexual. We kissed again briefly and 
it was I who was wanting more, I who was tempted to 
touch him, my breasts ached to be felt and as for the 
hidden treasure in my panties, that was on fire. At 
length the film ended and we walked together to the 
outside.

"I go this way," he said pointing down the high street.

"Me too," I replied, so we walked along together for a 
few minutes and he stopped.

"This is where I live," he said.

I looked over at a small semi detached house with a 
brick wall and railings outside.

"Would you care to come in?" he asked.

"Well, really, I shouldn't," I replied, looking at him 
and then the green front door, his face had that kind 
disarming smile on it, "Well ok then, just for a bit," 
I found myself saying.

We walked down the short path, the keys jangled 
together as he selected the right one, my heart was 
thumping, I felt flushed and hot, 'You shouldn't be 
doing this' a little voice in my head was saying, 'not 
too late, don't go in'.

He stood aside to let me in, I hesitated, then passed 
him and stepped into his hallway, I was trembling as he 
ushered me into a large room with a grand piano sitting 
in the centre of it, there were comfortable chairs, a 
thick pile carpet, a cosy old fashioned fireplace.

"Cup of tea?" he asked.

I nodded yes please and he disappeared into another 
room, I strolled round the room, looked at photos, him 
and a woman, wife I guessed, it had a nice comfortable 
feel about it. I lifted the lid of the piano keyboard 
and played a few notes I remembered from my music 
lessons.

"You play?" he asked as he entered with a mug of tea in 
each hand and placed them on a small table. I was 
standing tinkling with the keys still when he came up 
behind me and pushed his arms through between mine so 
that four hands were playing the piano, he played high 
and I played low, he turned everything into a laugh, 
then his hands lifted from the keys and he pulled me to 
him, one hand on my belly and the other higher, moving 
up towards my breasts. At the same time his mouth and 
face nestled into my neck and he started kissing it as 
he did in the cinema.

My head was bursting with this triple onslaught and all 
parts of my body started to respond at once, for I felt 
the hardness of him pressed into the furrow between my 
cheeks, my tinkling on the keys stopped and I rested my 
hands on the top of the piano, his hands were busy, one 
releasing my breasts from my brassiere and the other 
slipping my panties down at the back. I looked across 
to my side and saw a mirror on the wall which reflected 
our image to me, and I watched almost like a voyeur as 
he sat on the piano stool behind me, his knees between 
my legs one hand fondling my hanging breast and the 
other lifting my dress to expose my young rounded 
bottom.  

I watched still as he inspected me from his close 
vantage point, and then I felt the warmth of his breath 
on me, I watched his face disappear into the parting of 
my bottom and I sighed as I felt his tongue there. It 
slid into my parting lips and traced from as low as he 
could get then travelling up to my bottom. It felt 
delicious and dirty at the same time, was it usual for 
grown ups to lick bottoms? well this one did, and so 
delicious it was that I saw myself bending and pushing 
it out invitingly. 

He needed little encouragement and I saw what could 
only be described as him eating my sex and bottom, I 
also saw my own face contorted with lust and pleasure 
and I watched it almost as if it were someone I did not 
know anymore, my eyes wide and a wild look on my face, 
my legs were now spread wide, knees straight, back 
arched, bottom wriggling such was my desire for his 
attentions and as he pulled away I looked into the 
mirror, wondering why he had stopped just as an orgasm 
to exceed all others I had induced in my life started 
to build in me.

Then I saw him quickly undo and drop his trousers and 
slide down his pants quickly as if I might run away, 
his face focused on me and his own eagerness, totally 
unaware that I watched all in the mirror. His penis 
sprang out and bounced in front of him, I looked at it 
at first with relief because it was not nearly as thick 
as the other man in the cinema, but oh, oh, I thought, 
how long it is, but too late now, he guided it to me, I 
bit my lip as I felt it pushing and parting my well 
lubricated entrance.

I was not a virgin, but Saleem was two and a half years 
previous to this and my vagina had returned to its 
former tight state, I saw my face pucker in discomfort 
rather than pain as he fitted the head in, but my 
reaction to the first four inches was one of gasping 
panic and trying to restrain him from further invasion, 
he stopped and then pulled out a bit.

Gradually he fed me his full length in this manner 
until his balls were against my thighs. Then the march 
started, regular rhythmic pumping, I watched in the 
mirror still as his monster slid in and out, his two 
hands holding my hips and occasionally sliding up and 
cradling my now swinging breasts, an urgency developed 
with him and I could see his face change, oh god I 
thought he is going to come in me.

"I'm not on the pill," I said urgently. "Please, 
please, be careful."

He seemed not to hear me and I started to panic, but he 
held me firmly, the panic seemed to spur him on all the 
more and then all of a sudden he pulled out of me with 
a loud 'plop' and I felt and saw his juices squirted 
over my cheeks and up my arched back, his hand now 
working it to his satisfaction. The panic had ruined my 
own orgasm but I looked with lust and wonder at him 
holding his now semi flaccid penis.

I was just about to stand up, thinking the session over 
when I felt a hand on my hip again. I looked in the 
mirror to see him approaching my rear with his still 
large but softening weapon in his hand, I felt his 
juice start to trickle down between my cheeks and I 
watched him use it to lubricate my little back hole 
with the head of his knob. I'm not sure what I felt 
really, this was totally unexpected.

"Oh, I'm not sure whether we, I mean, " I said starting 
to turn.

"Just relax, ok?" he answered holding my hip tighter.

I tried not to panic, tried to relax, but the natural 
instinct is to close that hole, and close it I did, 
tight, but not tight enough, the pressure and the 
lubricant of his semen allowed him to enter reasonably 
easily, and once opened it seemed to beckon and welcome 
him. I was amazed at the feeling as it slid into me, 
being semi rigid it didn't hurt at all and in fact it 
felt disgustingly erotic as he started to slide this 
flaccid soft thing in and out. He pulled me so that I 
stood upright and that increased the delight of it.

I looked sideways again, and this time he felt my 
slight movement and he looked too, and we watched 
together my initiation to sodomy as he thrust into me, 
my bottom wobbling in this position in unison to his 
activity there. One hand went to my breast and squeezed 
and lifted and massaged it, then pulled on the stiff 
nipple so that it got so big I thought it might pop, 
the other hand went to my furry pubes and he found the 
spot immediately and we stood like this with him 
fucking my bottom and masturbating me at the same time, 
the pleasure increasing and increasing for me due to 
the his penis started to get bigger and erect and his 
hand stimulating my little bud, and I could watch it 
all in the mirror. 

When the time came for me to climax it was like a 
massive volcano and he had to hold me tight to stop 
losing me at that moment, his pumping was more or less 
lifting me from my feet and I cried out with pleasure 
as I was wracked with orgasm after orgasm, as it 
subsided and I felt limp and week he finished the 
wonder of it all by coming into my bottom, I gasped as 
I felt his spasm inside me and my hole closed around 
him tightly as if squeezing the last precious fluid 
from him. 

We more or less collapsed on the floor afterwards, the 
tea was cold, he made more and we talked, about 
everything, I left that evening but only to return 
quite a few times after that to see and perform with my 
new mentor. 

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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