Movie snacks and semen splats

"This popcorn's so... So messy," William says, sounding more mildly-interested than bothered.

"Mm... Muah..." The moaning and wet noises to his right pause for a moment. "Hm? What was that, honey?"

"Oh, it's just got a lot more butter than I'm used to--And so thick! Did it cost extra?"

"...No, dear."

From the far side of Patricia's seat, Jason pipes up: "Quiet, Will. People are trying to watch the movie."

"Oh, sorry--Wait, uh... It's just the ads. Not even the trailers--"

"Sssh. Why don't you stuff that mouth with s'more popcorn?" He chuckles, and Patricia giggles right along with him.

"...Sorry, sorry..." Red with embarassment, William finds solace in another extra-gooey handful of semen-laden popcorn. Meanwhile, his wife and house guest continue their steamy makeout session... Which is far louder than William's voice had been, but who's counting?

They must really like the popcorn too, he thinks, listening to the way Patricia's smacking and slurping. Then there's a low grunt from Jason, and a faint splbpbpt as something wet streaks the theater floor. Woops... Guess they dropped some butter.

As the commercials end and the movie trailers begin, Jason uses the increase in volume to get even bolder. "My lap's a little cold. Mind helping me out?"

"Um... Okay," Patricia gasps, a string of spittle still connecting her lips with Jason's. Wiping it away, she turns around and plops her gigantic, thong-clad ass down on his reclining body. The boy's fly is open, and so his outjutting erection ends up sandwiched between her thick thighs.

Another spurt of pre-cum flies out--And some of it splashes against the neck of the person sitting in the next row. It's a man in his twenties, a little older (and almost two feet taller) than Jason. There's a startled, almost angry expression on his face--Until he finds himself face-to-face with a pair of big, beautiful, barely-contained breasts.

"Oh dear, I'm sorry--I, um, I spilled some butter," Patricia murmurs, leaning back so that his face isn't embarassingly close to her tits--

--Only to lean violently in the opposite direction, as Jason grabs her hips and begins using her body to jerk off. Patricia ends up stuffing the stranger's face into her chest, a happy "mmph" emanating from her cleavage.

All that action doesn't go unnoticed by William: after all, a small chunk of the screen in front of him is now blocked by his wife's bent-over body. "Uh, honey? Why are you sitting so far forward?"

"I'm just... Excited," she replies hastily, a tremor in her voice as Jason's shaft rubs up and down her pussy. "This m-movie looks really g-good... Can we go see it?"

"Aw, of course," William replies, happy at the prospect of another date night.

"...With Jason?"

"Uh... If he wants to, sure."

The young man in the front row has now fully turned around, kneeling on his seat and reaching into his pants as he motorboats Patricia's tits. Just as he begins to stroke himself, Jason's own cock is about to erupt.

It's currently aimed at the bottom of her rack, which might cause a serious, movie-disrupting problem if he nuts while the stranger's face is buried there. Thinking quickly, Jason grabs his soda from the cupholder, upends it on the floor, and reaches around Patricia's body to shove it onto his cockhead.

He can barely reach that far, and the cup is barely large enough to fit even a fraction of his member... But the plan works out. There's a heavy thunk, thunk, thunk as the cardboard vessel is filled with spooge--Thick enough that plenty of it stays inside, even with the cup held almost upside-down. Plenty more ends up slopping onto Patricia's legs and the theater floor, of course.

Retrieving the cup, Jason slaps the lid and straw back into place. The extra-large cup is warm to the touch now, and certainly not something he feels like drinking... So leaning over to his left, he quickly swaps it with William's.

The next time the fortunately-quite-distracted man goes to take a drink, he can't get anything up the straw: it's like taking the first sip of a milkshake. After several seconds of determined sucking, there's a sudden flood of hot, creamy, salty, suprisingly-sweet, definitely-mind-altering goodness.

William's eyes roll back in his head, and his legs twitch together a little. So... Good... Why is this so... Uuungh... The moment the straw leaves his mouth, he shoves it full of popcorn. They go so well together... God, we need to do this more often... I LOVE date night.

Reaching over to place a hand on Patricia's thigh, he finds only empty seat. He looks over, wondering where his wife disappeared to...

...But just then Patricia falls back into place, toppling off Jason's spent member and allowing the other guy's head to slip out from between her tits. She ends up sprawled sideways on the seat, facing her husband.

"H-hi, dear," she coos, leaning on his shoulder for support. Her breasts are shiny with drool, and everything from her bare navel to her toes is even slimier with seed.

"Having a good time?" William's voice is low, not wanting to disturb Jason's viewing experience again.

"Mmm... So good..." After sniffing the air a few times, she leans over even further to take a sip from the drink in her husband's hand. Her cheeks hollow around the straw as she guzzles Jason's latest load: she even slides her lips up and down a few times, fellating the plastic tube as her mouth and throat fill with warm jizz.

As soon as she's done drinking, her husband leans in expectantly. When Patricia sees the shiny coating on his lips and tongue, she dives in without hesitation.

"Mm... I love you, dear," William says, between hungry, tongue-heavy kisses. There's an erection straining against his pants: it's been a long time since he's been kissed this enthusiastically... Besides which, the movie snacks seem to be having some effect on his libido.

"I love you too," Patricia replies--But her gaze is lowering, back to the drink. Licking her lips, she goes in for another suck.