Bailey

Cursing, you close your phone as a newly roused Krystal asks from the back seat. "What's up, Uncle?"

Rather than say what it was, you instead lie to them. "Turns out I forgot something back at the Elks Lodge." Turning the car back on, you say, "You three head inside; I'll be back in a bit."

Both girls, tired as they were, don't bat an eye at your statement. But Sunyi looks at you really close before mouthing, "Have fun."

You watch the three of them disappear inside before backing out of the driveway. "Jason, what the fuck are you doing?" part of you queried. Only for the beast to growl, "Shut the fuck up; it's pussy time."

You make the drive to Rockbelly Park in record time, pulling into the back parking lot. There was still some light out as you pulled into the parking spot and turned off the engine. Bailey wasn't here yet. It occurred to you that you had no idea where she lived. For all you knew she lived just around the corner or 10 miles away.

While you waited, you opened up your phone. You didn't even know what was playing. "Who cares?" the beast hissed. "It's not like you're going to watch the fucking movie."

In high school you had always dreamed of getting your girlfriends to go down on you in the theater. At the time you were too scared, but now you're a 49-year-old man who's probably going to prison. What was there left to lose?

It was almost full dark when you saw a car stop at the entrance to the park. You see someone get out of the car, which then pulls away, doing a U-turn. Anticipation was buzzing in you as the silhouette started walking in your direction.

As it got closer, you saw it was female. Your cock was now at half-mast; just a few more moments and it would be certain. Finally, she was close enough that you could see it was indeed Bailey.

Opening the door, you get out of the car. Bailey, seeing that, breaks into a run and throws herself into your arms.

You groan, staggering back as she hits you. Fighting to keep your feet, your hands cup the globes of her ass as her legs wrap around.

"Fuck, Daddy, I've been dying for this all fucking weekend," she gasped out as she attacked your lips. Feeling the edge of her stockings with nothing but bare skin beyond sent your blood pressure skyrocketing.

Spinning, you take two steps and place Bailey on the hood. Between frantic kisses you growled, "How wet are you, my slut?"

She shudders, gasping out, "Fuck... I've been dripping since three..."

You grab Bailey's arms, prying them off you, and using your leverage, you lay her back across the hood. Hunger rolled off the teens as she stared up at you. You quickly flip up her skirt, confirming what your fingers told you: no panties.

Her pale skin glowed in the darkness. You explore her hips, purposely avoiding her needy cunt, just enjoying the feel of her. The smell of an aroused female was titillating to your senses.

Bailey's breath caught, and a moan slipped from her. "P-P-Please, Daddy... touch me."

Your cock throbbed in your pants, demanding to be freed. It would be so easy to push down your shorts and fuck the slut here and now.

"Is that what you want to be fucked on my hood, the needy whore you are?" you grunt.

"Please, Daddy," she moaned out. "Fill me up, fuck me... I-I-I nnnneeeddd it soooo baaadddd."

Feeling her corset top, you find it has a front-facing zipper. Bailey gasps, holding her breath, as your fingers trace up the zipper, finding the tab.

Playing with the tab, you growl, "What did I tell you we're doing tonight?"

"You-you said we were going to the movies." She breathlessly replied.

"That's right," you laugh. Instead of drawing down the tab, you grab the top of the corset.

"Nnnnnnnmeeeeeeeeeeeee..." she cries out as you haul her back up into a seated position.

"We're going to movies," you growl even as your cock objects. "So sit your ass in the passenger seat; we're going to see Beetlejuice," you gruffly order.

Face to face, you could see the fire, the need burning in her. You stare into her eyes, almost daring her to object. Her legs, still wrapped around you, suddenly unlock. Feeling her shudder, you murmur, "Good girl."

Stepping back, you turn and crouch down to retrieve her dropped purse before getting into the car.

Perched on your car, Bailey stayed there for several minutes. Before gingerly hopping off and smoothing her skirt. Rounding the car, she opened the door and slipped inside.

Handing her her purse, she murmured, "Thank you, Daddy."

Starting the engine, you pulled out of the parking lot. Taking a left onto the main road, the beast growled, "This better be going somewhere."

"Trust the process," you silently tell your rebellious libido.

Bailey doesn't say anything during the 20-minute drive to the AMC Regal 20 theater. You imagine she was dealing with her own raging libido. Arriving at the theater, the two of you got out of the car and approached the box office. According to your phone, it was 8:37pm, and there were 70 cars in the parking lot.

There was one person working the ticket booth as you walked up. He was a pimple-faced teenager who couldn't take his eyes off of Bailey, not that you blamed him.

"Two for Beetlejuice," you tell the young man sliding across your debit card.

"Ye-yes, sire," the discombobulated young man replies. He punches everything in and slides you back the card and two tickets.

"En-en-enjoy your show," he stammers.

Turning the two of you heads to the main entrance. Opening the door, you huskily laugh, "I bet he's going to stroke one out tonight to you."

Bailey looked at you, a blush rising in her cheeks, and entered in front of you. Approaching the usher, she took your tickets. Tearing them, she pointed off to the right, saying, "The concession stand is open, and you're in theater 18. Have a great show."

With 15 minutes till the movie, you two stop and get some popcorn and a large coke. Handing Bailey the snacks, you walked down the hallway to Theater 18. Arriving, you opened the door for her as she passed you, entering the still-lit theater.

Looking around the theater, you saw the crowd was sparse. Down front was a group of 3 kids ranging from 8 to 12. Two rows behind them was what you assumed was their big sister/cousin/babysitter, an 18-year-old blonde, who had her face buried in her phone.

There was also an older couple and three solo guys spread across the theater. Looking left, you pointed to some chairs. "Let's sit there."

Nodding, Bailey shuffled down five seats, sitting next to the wall. Entering the aisle, you sat down next to her and captured her hand.

Sitting back, you were watching the pre-movie advertisements when Bailey whispered. "You were cruel, Daddy."

Your chest rumbled with laughter. "Was I?"

Bringing her hand to your mouth, you slowly lick the back of her wrist. Bailey shudders at your touch, a tiny moan slipping out: "Sooooo cruel."

"Don't worry, baby girl," you roughly assure her. "Before we leave you'll get everything you need."

"I better..." was her whispered reply as the theater darkened.

As the previews were playing, you shifted the tub of popcorn from her lap to yours. A few minutes later you drape your arm over the back of her seat, resting your hand on her bare shoulder.

"Dddaaadddyyyy..." Baikey breathlessly whimpered at the feel of your hand.

On the screen Lydia was doing her talk show as you leaned over, whispering to the needy teen. "Not yet, baby girl; let's give everyone time to settle."

Bailey reached over, her hand trembling as she retrieved a handful of popcorn. "Sooooo cruel," she murmured before popping the salty snack into her mouth.

"You should put her out of her misery," your much-battered conscience chimed in. "She's not Jennifer."

"No, she's not," you think to yourself. "She's mine to do with what I want."

As Lydia's boyfriend was pressuring her to marry him, you silently shifted the popcorn from your seat to the empty one to your right.

"Now to wait..." you think to yourself.

A minute later, Bailey's hand drifts over, and instead of a popcorn bucket, her hand settles against your shorts.

Bailey gasps as her hand flattens against your erection. Your left hand drifts down her bare shoulder, letting your fingers knead the top of her breast.

You feel her quiver as she needily asks, "Can I, Daddy?"

Smiling in the darkened theater, you lean over, nipping the ridge of her ear. Not able to stop it, Bailey moans as you whisper, "Be my guest."

Bailey turns in her seat halfway, facing you. Her eyes were bright, burning with need in the reflected light off the big screen. She frantically searched the front of your shorts, searching for a zipper. Not finding one, she started making squeaking noises, and she cupped you through the nylon fabric.

Frustrated, she eventually slipped out of her seat, kneeling in the aisle. "Lift up," she demanded with a growl.

Gripping the seat's arm, you arch yourself, lifting your ass up off the seat.

"Yyyeeesssssssss..." she purred as her hands quickly went to work jerking your shorts down to your knees.

As your lance popped free of the confining fabric. It was now your turn to moan as Bailey's lips descended on your man meat. Pre-cum was already oozing from you as Bailey's fingers encircled your cock shaft. Humming in approval, she took your mushroom deep into her mouth.

Groaning, it was like a bonfire had been lit in your balls as her tongue lapped at your peehole. Bailey's eyes burned into yours as she treated your cock like an ice cream cone.

Breaking eye contact, she placed her hands on the top of your thighs as she leaned forward, deepthroating you.

"Fuck!" You exclaim as her nose touches your groin. Fireworks were exploding in your vision as the walls of her throat clamped down on your fleshy invader. Letting go of the chair arms your fingers dug into Baileys twin pigtails as you thrust up skull fucking the teen.

Thankfully, Beetlejuice's antics on the screen drowned out the sounds of 'GHLOK, GHOLF, GLOHK' that came from her throat as she fought to contain you.

Finally needing to breathe, she pulled up off of you with a loud pop. Drooling, the teen was gulping down air when you hauled on her pigtails.

Hissing in pain you brought the teen to face level sealing your mouth to hers, kissing her. Ruthlessly your tongue invaded her mouth, seeking to dominate the teen. Refusing to be passive, she returned the kiss. While your tongues dueled, you let go of Bailey's right pigtail. With your now free hand, you find the zipper you had played with earlier.

The zipper rasped as you quickly drew it down, allowing Bailey's pale C-cups to hang free in the darkened theater. Baikey groaned into your mouth, then she broke the kiss, letting out a mewling cry as your fingers tugged on her left nipple.

Moaning the teen arched her back as your mouth replaced you fingers as you sucked the aching peak deep into your mouth. You could feel her vibrate as you alternated between applying cheek hollowing suction and using your teeth to nip at the sensitive peak.

Letting the peak pop free, Bailey's eyes met yours. Her pupils were totally blown as you gave her other peak a long slow lick.

"Please, Daddy," she mewled as you toyed with her turgid peak.

Your chest rumbled with low, gravelly laughter. "Please, what?" you teased.

Bailey shudders as she tugs the miniskirt up, baring herself from the waist down.

"Fuck me..." she needily whined. "Please."

Just then, off to your right, the two of you heard a shocked exclamation. "OH MY GOD!"

Turning your heads, you both saw the 18-year-old who had been sitting behind the kids up front. She was 5'5", wearing a pair of faded jeans with a pale pink tank top. Frozen, her eyes were glued to Bailey's form, all but perched on your lap.

The teen didn't immediately run for staff, so taking a chance, you barked out a command. "Sit down, sweetie."

The teen's eyes widened at your order. What was she going to do, you wondered? You didn't have to wonder long, as the teen, rather than run, sat down at the end of the aisle.

Triumph surged in your fingers as you began to massage the globes of Bailey's ass, fully on display for whoever looked.

"What's your name, baby girl?" You asked the blonde.

The Blonde, entranced with your fingers massaging Bailey, murmured, "My—my name is Heather, He—Heather McGlinn."

"Well, hello, Heather McGlinn," you reply as you stroke Bailey's thighs and buttocks.

Bailey, perched over you, whimpered as her hips chased your touch. "Please, Daddy... touch me."

Patting Bailey's rump, you tell her. "Turn around and sit on my lap, baby girl."

Bailey shudders but does as you say by standing up. Heather sucked in her breath as she got an unobstructed view of your, rigid fuck stick. Turning around, Bailey sat down, an audible moan erupting from her at the feel of your thick cock splitting the crack of her ass.

"You need to stay quiet baby girl,' as you pet the inner thigh of the nearly naked teen.

Turning your attention to Heather, you ask. "So, Heather, you like what you see?"

Heather's mouth hung open, astonishment etched in her countenance. Closing her mouth, the teen swallowed before murmuring, "You—you're having sex in a theater."

Bailey, her body taut with need, silently began squirming on your lap, demanding more.

"Why not? Haven't you ever done anything dangerous?" You ask. At the same time using your hands you spread apart Bailey's stocking clad thighs and plunging two fingers deep into the teens weeping snatch.

Heather groaned as Bailey's hips jerked, a low broken cry spilling from the teen as her cunt clamped down on you.

Heather leaned forward, her breath coming faster as she wondered rhetorically. "You're really going to do it."

Smiling at the teen, you Force your fingers in and out of Baileys wet cunt. Then you curled your fingers together up inside her hungry pussy. Bailey gasps, her mouth open in a silent scream, as you add a third finger, stretching her farther.

"Fuck, your pussy is like a vice, baby girl." You growl as you continue to play with her hot box.

"Please, Daddy, make me cum," she whimpered as the trembling in her body intensified.

Your laughter was low and heated. Glancing at Heather, you see she was unconsciously rocking back and forth in time with your fingers.

"So Heather, have you ever taken a cock before?" you asked the girl with mock nonchalance.

Heather's eyes widened at your unexpected question. She looked right and left, as if looking to see if anyone was listening.

"Ummmmm, last month, after my parents announced we were moving, my boyfriend and I did it," she announced in a small fight.

Bailey chose that moment to hunch forward and grind her ass back into your cock, demanding more than your fingers.

"No more teasing Daddy... please," she whimpered. Unfortunately for her, you chose to pull your fingers from her dripping hole.

"Nnnnnooooooooooooo..." she hissed as her cunt cried out anguish.

"That's enough," you chided. Reaching up your hand, still soaked with her essence, engulfs her right breast. Squeezing the swollen titflesh, you pull her back against your chest.

"Your slutty cunt can cum when I allow it, and not before," you growl into her ear.

Not letting her reply, you make a 180 back to Heather. "Was that your first time? How was it?"

Baileys low agonized keen at being denied relief were like gasoline on a brush fire.

Heather bit her lip while telling you. "The honest truth. It was really rushed. " Then looking a little ashamed, she added, "and he didn't get me off."

"That's too bad," you tell her before continuing. "So, Heather, how should I make my pet cum?" Letting go of Bailey's breast, you wiggle your damp fingers. "With my fingers, or by shooting my load deep into her whorish pussy?"

Heather froze, her eyes blinking several times as her brain rebooted from your sudden question.

Her eyes then shifted, zooming in on yours. "Are... you going to use a ... condom?" She asked uncertainly.

You shift your hands, caressing Bailey's soft belly and thighs. "I never wrap up, do I, pet?"

Bailey shakes her head, whimpering, "N-n-never wraps up... aaaaallllwwwaaayyyys bare."

Watching Heather, you saw the admission rock the teen like a thunderclap. Then you sotto-whisper to the teen. "Before you ask, my pet here is totally unprotected. In fact, the first night I fucked her, I dosed her with black market fertility drugs."

Then you patted Bailey's pussy. "Are you still taking them, slut?"

Spreading her legs in a wanton sprawl across you, Bailey's whole body vibrated, and she purred, "Every day, Daddy..."

"Such a good girl," you muttered as you allowed your forefinger to brush her clit.

Bailey's low, needy cry seemed to break something loose in Heather.

Eagerness suddenly filled the teen's expression as an evil smile blossomed on her face. "Do it," she purred, "knock your slut up."

Heat coiled low in your belly as you growled. "Hear that, pet? Heather wants me to knock you up."

Using your teeth, you bit down on the lobe of her ear, heatedly asking, "How does that sound, waddling at graduation with your belly swollen bigger than a greenhouse?"

Heather reared back, gasping out, "She's still in high school."

At the same time Bailey whimpered, "Anything, Daddy, come in me, make me swell, just let...me...cum."

"It's time," you growl as you put one hand in the small of Bailey's back. "Lean forward, pet."

At your direction Bailey rocks forward halfway, standing up as she leans against the row of seats in front of you.

A tiny moan escapes Heather's throat as she is given a fully unobstructed view of your rock-hard fuck stick. Smiling at her, you watch as the teen brings her fist to her mouth, biting down on her knuckle. Grasping your cock, you quickly line it up with Bailey's fertile fuck slit.

Feeling your cock splitting the lips of her vagina, Bailey pants out, "Now, Daddy."

Taking your time, you run your hands up her stocking-clad thighs before gripping her hips.

"Now," you growl as you pull her pack on your pike.

Bailey didn't hesitate, slamming her body down, impaling herself onto your thick cock. She cries out in pleasure, but it wasn't a scream, and it wasn't a moan, but more a blending of the two. Finally getting what she needed, she clamps around the thick shaft, squeezing it with her pussy muscles as you stretch her open completely.

Not stopping, not taking time to savor, Bailey lifts herself off your cock, slipping it out completely before slamming back down and impaling herself on you fully. Repeating the process, up and down, in and out, she rides you like someone lost in the desert for days who finally finds an oasis of water to quench her thirst.

You savor the moment, letting her do all the work. Like she was possessed, Bailey rode your cock like a wanton whore, uncaring that Haether was perched nearby, seeing just how big a slut the teen had become.

Shaking her head, the litany of sounds erupting from her throat was growing louder and louder. Grunting, you knew you were getting close to blowing your top. When all of a sudden, Heather jumped up, rushing over.

Throwing her weight onto Bailey, Heather forced the teen back down onto your rod.

Growling, the teens' eyes were pools of fire as she hissed. "Knock her up."

With that, your cock bursts up inside of Bailey, flooding into her pussy. Opening her mouth, Bailey screams. By sheer dumb luck it was at the same time they were screaming on the screen. Convulsing uncontrollably, her pussy clenches and squeezes around your cock, milking it, draining all that thick juicy cum inside of her, wanting every last drop.

Cruelly gripping her hips, you see fireworks as you grind your belching organ into her hungry twat, letting wave after wave of hot sperm swim up into her fertile womb. Sandwiched as she was, all Bailey could do was twitch and moan as two people. One was her teacher, the other a stranger; both tried to make her into a mother.

The chair groaned as the two teens collapsed onto you. You could feel Bailey's cunt work overtime trying to suckle the seven waves of seed you cannoned into her belly.

Heather's eyes were still locked on yours when all of a sudden the teen seemed to snap out of it. You could see the chagrin flash across her face as she stumbled to her feet.

Looking down, she saw Bailey draped across you. Her eyes zeroed in on Bailey's exposed pussy and took in the tattoo saying "deposits only." Chagrin turned to shame as she saw your dangerous body changing, cum starting to seep from Bailey's thoroughly spermed pussy.

"I have to go," she blurted out as she frantically retrieved her smartphone. Giving you and Bailey one last look, Heather turned and fled out the theater door.

Looking around, the movie was still going full tilt. So instead of forcing Bailey off of you, let her lie there. After a seeming eternity you shudder, and your softened cock finally slipped from her frothy twat.

"Aaaawwwwwwww..." she whined as she sat up. Taking a moment, the teen zipped up her corset, making sure everything was put away. Standing up left her swaying as her legs were still rubbery. Quickly pulling down and smoothing her skirt, Bailey shifted back to her seat.

Not saying anything, the two of you sat there watching the last 15 minutes of the movie. As the credits started to roll, Bailey leaned over and kissed you.

Returning it, your tounges frolicked for several minutes before she broke the kiss. Flashing you a satisfied smile, she purred, "That was so hot, Daddy. We should do it again."

You laugh, asking. "Do what? Fuck in a theater or corrupt an innocent.

Threading her arm through yours, the two of you leave the theater. Heading back to the car, you take her home. 15 minutes later you pull up to a nice ranch-style home.

Opening the door, Bailey brushes her lips against yours in one last kiss. Letting out a sigh, she looks back at you from the open door.

"Daddy..." she says.

You look over. "Yes, baby girl."

She smirks at you just saying one word.

"Yes."

Closing the door, you watch her dash up the walkway and disappear inside. Shaking your head, you pop the car into drive and make your way home.

20ish minutes later you pulled into your driveway and cut the engine. Heading inside, you saw the lights were all off.

"Well, it was a busy day." You observe out loud. Heading into your room, you strip off your clothes, tossing them onto the floor.

Pulling back the covers, you slip into bed and quickly fall asleep.