A Trip to the Movies

Liz, Elizabeth Thompson, woke up. I had been dressed at the time and seeing her naked body against the sheets rising. I promptly pulled down my pants. We spent a good hour fucking before she went to the shower to clean up. I was doing my hair and I could see her apply an enema. This seemed to be a common thing, her mother, doing it very liberally throughout the day yesterday and today. Liz hoped out the shower and kissed me on the cheek.

In this world, apparently, the only real signs of affection were kissing. The times when Mrs. Thompson or Elizabeth was most shy or embarrassed was when I was kissing her. Mrs. Thompson and Mr. Thompson at least didn’t seem to be bothered by the primal nature of me ravaging her, Eleanor's ass and body, but both seem to react whenever I engaged in mouth to mouth dancing.

With my first few days spent every nearly every waking moment with my dick in something, it was nice to get greeted with a kiss after I spent the last couple of hours and the previous night shoving it into every orifice of this young nubile redhead and whispering obscenities and degrading words at her.

Elizabeth got dressed, this time, opting for a miniskirt, she bought on her mom’s suggestion yesterday. Saying how it would be more convenient. Elizabeth put on a pair of lace underwear, which I said was a bad idea since I’ll just rip them off, and a pair of black stockings.

We made plans that day to go see a movie. Elizabeth didn’t so much call it a date, coyly, but an experience for me to learn about this society.

We made ride share arrangements, my driver, a female woman I wasn’t much attracted to, picked us up, and I sat in the backseat with Elizabeth. Elizabeth would glance my way every so often expectantly and touch her thighs. I spent the last few days only ever engaged in fucking things, so it surprised me when I had the freedom to do so, I chose not to. At least not now. Plus, I had been observing the streets.

It occurred to me, in a politically incorrect way, how much the women in this world was so much more attractive and all of them fit. I‘ve seen a few women that were a bit chubby with baby fat but most were very slim or well built. I figured this was due to the nature of the simulation geared towards my desires, but many of the men were also very well built and slim. I considered myself very straight and didn’t think the simulation would go that far. I had to think it had to do with the fact that people were just busy fucking and didn‘t bother to eat as much.

Another politically incorrect thing occurred to me as we drove there and I observed, how many children of black couples, both with fairly dark complexions, had fair skin and even Asiatic looking children. And not only that but how many of the WASPiest white couples had children of mixed complexion. It couldn’t just be adoption.

I theorized it had to do with the fact men engaged constantly in casual free sex interbreeding and a woman who was ovulating and a man who didn’t have a birth control implant turned on just happen to create a baby. They would bother a woman who was pregnant a lot less, though still desirable to some men with fetishes. A darker part of me thought, it may have something to do with the fathers themselves. After all, if your daughter happens not to be your daughter, maybe the act of free use of your own daughter, when she came of age, wouldn’t be so revolting to some men. The thought sickened me, but also worked the internal perv in me.

I looked over at Elizabeth who was playing with her hair. She had a lot of her mother’s fine and fair features but none of her father’s. It was possible, but when I was at the house, her father didn’t at all seem to be sexually interested in his daughter. It’s possible, he really thought Elizabeth was his biological daughter and maybe, it’s possible, was biologically related his daughter, and was revolted, like most decent moral men, at the idea of fucking his daughter.

We got up to the theatre and left. I gave the rideshare driver a tip and a five-star rating. Now regretting I didn't ask her for a blowjob or something but we would miss the movie. I was genuinely interested in seeing how a movie in this world would deal with free use.

I purchased a ticket for me and Elizabeth for some generic action blockbuster and went inside. I noticed the sign on the theatre had an FU symbol in the corner, something I had learned meant it was a designated free use facility.

We got up to the ticket taker who torn our tickets. He had a smile that was all too pleased to be the dead-eyed expression of a guy working a low-wage tedious job. As we passed him, I could see another theatre attendant behind the ticketing booth on her knees with her mouth on the ticket attendant’s dick, her head bobbing back and forth.

Elizabeth insisted she paid for concessions. The girl who handed us the popcorn had no pants on and a guy behind thrusting into her.

Elizabeth and I, entered our theatre and waited for the movie to start.