Sit near the aisle

You don't want to sit near the junkie, she might start acting crazy, and those two drunken idiots are liable to take notice if you sit near them.

"Over there," you say, gesturing to a spot off to the side. It puts you right by the aisle. You figure that it is so late, not to mention the movie has already started, that you're unlikely to be interrupted by any more people.

You walk close to her, each of you hot and eager for the other. As you turn into the row of seats you let your hand move to her ass, squeezing it again before she takes her seat. She leans in against you and turns her head so that you can kiss her. It's a short, but passionate, open-mouthed kiss. The hot, nimble muscle of her tongue tastes a little like wine. She has been drinking. Working up her courage, probably. Her hand is in your lap almost immediately, fumbling with your belt and the fly of your jeans.

"I need it," she moans, breath hot against your cheek. She nibbles at your ear and unzips your jeans, slipping her eager hand into your boxers. Her fingers wrap around the fat hose of your cock and she groans with pleasure at the thickness of it. "Yessss. Can I take it out?"

You lean back in the seat. It's a rhetorical question. She is already untucking your cockmeat from your leg and feeding it through the fly of your jeans. It is almost fully hard and stands up straight in her grasp like some strange weapon carved of flesh. You can see the excitement dancing in her eyes as she studies it by the flickering light of the movie.

"Now that's quite a cock," she laughs. "Mila wasn't lying."

You reach an arm around her and gently guide her head to your lap saying, "Have a closer look."

If the sultry starlet minds being manhandled, she hides it under her obvious enthusiasm for your huge cock. With both hands wrapped around your fat shaft, she strokes you as she bends your cock towards her parted lips. Her hot mouth descends over your straining spear, her lips grasping and slipping around your bulging head and gliding down until your glans collide with the back of her throat.

"Mmmmmphmmmmm," she moans, her hot breath tickling your shaft down to your trimmed pubes.

She bobs her head up and down and sucks quite hard on your cock, popping her lips and around the tip and smearing precum across the head with her tongue. She is really letting her spit soak down your cock, getting it nice and wet. The angle of blowing you across the armrest is a bit awkward, but she makes up for it with the tight seal of her lips. Her hands are practiced. She knows how to work a big cock and she clearly relishes your size.

On a downward stroke your glans again collide with the back of her throat, only this time her head does not bounce back up. The tight membrane against your cockhead relaxes and your sensitive fuckmeat slides past the ring of her esophagus as she swallows you into her throat. She clenches her eyes shut and takes you, inch by inch, gag-reflex fighting back but losing out to her determination to slide your huge cock into her throat.

"Oh fuck," you moan, watching her devour your shaft. You feel your cock bending slightly in her throat, conforming to the shape of her neck. She stops for a moment to hold back her sickness, the involuntary spasms further stimulating your shaft. Somehow, she recovers, and continues to slide your into her throat.

You can actually see your cock stretching her throat. It's amazing. You've never felt anything like this before. No woman has even attempted it.

Her lips collide with your pubic area. She looks up at you, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes, but triumph shining there. She has taken every inch of your cock. The intense massage of her throat wrapped around your cock is nearly enough to make you cum straight away. She swallows and you feel the rippling muscles inside her neck, grasping and tugging at your fuckmeat.

"Holy shit," you moan. "Do it again."

She swallows repeatedly, her spit lubing your shaft as her throat massages your cock. You're close to spunking just from that. You can feel your balls tightening up and your cock throbbing on the brink of orgasm. You are momentarily distracted from the pleasure by the sound of the door opening.

You tear your eyes away from Rachel, your cock balls deep in her mouth, and look over your shoulder. The pimpled teenager from the snack counter has an usher's coat on and he's wielding a flashlight as he comes straight towards you. Your heart pounds with the excitement of discovery. You don't know if you can stand to have Rachel tear her mouth from your cock.