To the movies with colleagues

My Timid New Girlfriend Ch. 4

Warning

+++ The “My timid new girlfriend” series is meant to be way over the top and extremely overexaggerated, and the main character (the boyfriend/father) is meant to be absolutely dumb and blind to what is going on around him. The series is meant to be funny, light reading.

Of course, parts are erotic but for sure not for everyone.

Please be aware that in the different chapters there might be ingredients such as "creampie," "cheating," "femdom," "humiliation," "ridiculing," "contempt," "bareback," "unprotected sex," "BBC," "being auctioned," "gangbang," "reluctancy," and so on.

At the end, I have decided to publish the stories as "fetish."

Please join me in this silly saga, and I hope you enjoy the little jokes! +++

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Pete, Michell, and I were waiting in the lobby as soon as the girls came back from freshening up. They had brushed up their makeup a bit, April now having a dark red lipstick on and Lika a bright red lipstick. I also saw they were now both wearing stockings all the way up to their thighs, leaving a 15 cm (6 in) patch of young naked thighs under their very short miniskirts. Smart, I thought. Finally getting dressed properly for the colder weather. Everybody could see the sexy black band holding the stockings in place, and the girls looked great, with those tight white tops showing a big square cleavage. Somehow their breasts looked bigger, and I was 100% sure they were using push-up bras. They looked very inviting, both girls standing in front of me, which is OK, I thought, as a modern man and understanding dad. Women should dress as sexy as they feel like and not dress for us men.

Pete and Michell both had a different opinion. “Girls,” Pete said, “you are dressed way too cold for this weather. Look at those naked legs right here.” He then placed his big paw flat on the bare skin of my girlfriend’s thigh, just between the miniskirt and the stocking. My girlfriend April shivered as the big hand touched her so close to her pussy. Willingly, she opened her legs more and took a wider stance to give him full access. Pete started rubbing back and forth on the inside of her thigh, his hand just below her skirt, explaining to me that she felt cold down there.

“With your permission,” he asked me, “I will warm her up a bit, and then we can leave the building. We should grab cabs this time instead of walking to the theater. Bare legs can cause serious illnesses.” As he now started rubbing under April's miniskirt.

“Thank you, Pete, for being so thoughtful,” I answered. “Yes, please take care of both my girls; they are wild at heart.” I saw that April was happy being warmed up. She too was a bit naive regarding proper clothing. "OK," I said to myself, "don't start judging her now." She is only 24.

“April,” Pete said, “Let me stand behind you so I can warm you up.” He walked around her and put his large hand from behind on her naked skin again, high up, on the inside of her thigh. “You see, baby? My hand is much warmer.” As he rubbed her back and forth, the other arm locked her around her waist, holding her in place. April nodded, pushing her butt against his hand, giving him her natural receptive response, hoping his rough hand would soon reach her damp slit.

April was still horny from this morning, as Michell fucked her mercilessly in that meeting room. The conference room was made of glass walls and doors to offer 100% transparency. This level of transparency promoted an ethos of openness and trust so that even while team members are separated by glass, they still feel connected and included. Especially when thrusting your horse cock deep inside a cheating cunt of a true slut such as April.

Two miners watched Michell doing that long, hard plowing job as they walked through the long corridor. They gave him the thumbs up and kept watching the entire spectacle until he unloaded his cum deep inside her unprotected pussy. The moment April felt him fill her womb with his warm jizz, she had another earth-shaking orgasm.

April gave me a pleading look and said, “I need to support myself on your shoulders.” And she placed both her hands there so she could push back against Pete's invading hand. I gladly helped her. She even had her eyes closed, so it was important not to let her lose her balance.

Pete did a good job, as far as I could see. His hand was now completely under her miniskirt, finding those spots that needed urgent rubbing. I could hear by April's moaning that Pete was not a minute too late to jump in. She even bent more towards me, tilting her pelvis and pushing it against his assaulting hand, holding herself on my chest with both arms. She took great care in having her naked spots easily accessible for him. Such a good girl, I thought.

Right then. Pete truly started warming her up, and it looked as if he were giving her quick shoves, the way she was bouncing back and forth against me, as if she were being rhythmically thrust. He must have found the last spot, which needed a good rubbing, because his hand now stayed in the same place, only moving it like a long middle finger deep, in and out.

April loved being felt up in public and was softly moaning. Soon she would cum on his large fingers. He already inserted two of them in her soaked cunt and kept rubbing her clit with his thumb in a steady rhythmic cadence. No wonder Lika wanted to see Pete again, she thought; this man knows how to treat a whore.

Suddenly Pete whispered softly, only for April to hear, ”Just wait till I fuck you in the cab.” Which immediately sent her over the edge, cumming hard on his expert fingers as she was standing wide-legged. From the orgasmic pleasures, she was shuddering all over and cried out Pete's name, her knees all wobbly.

Poor April had to cling to me, apparently losing her balance because of those high heels. I quickly grabbed her under her arms, making sure she would not fall, just as any caring boyfriend would do. I didn’t want to sermonize her, but she would not be the first woman to stumble because of her fashion choice. I saw her face relax from the release she was having, with me being there for her.

Oddly enough, she gave me a very erotic French kiss, as if she were thanking me. I was very happy; slowly we were becoming a warm, loving couple!

Pete pulled his fingers out of her cunt and licked them slowly, taking his time so April would see. April smiled at him seductively and said, “There is more where that came from.”

“Looking forward to that, April.” Pere replied, grinning.

“Why don’t I ever get warmed up?” My daughter Lika pouted.

“I will take care of you in the cab, honey. For now, you are hot enough.” Michell replied.

"Do you do me just like April?” She asked.

“Better. That's a promise, young girl.” Michel reassured her.

Just then a group of miners walked up on us. They were joining us at the movies, and they had tried to wash themselves as clean as possible. We were an odd number now, and we probably needed three cabs. We walked outside towards the nearest taxi stand, discussing what movie we would go see. As we got there, there were only two taxis available. The girls got in the first minibus taxi, and Pete and Michell quickly followed them, slapping them on their butts. The girls giggled, and they both stopped next to each other in the taxi's door opening, shaking their butts invitingly for them. The miniskirts did not cover much. I was not sure if they were wearing slips.

“Come and get them,” the girls chanted, teasing my colleagues. Pete and Michell quickly got in, and Michell closed the sliding door in front of my nose. “We are full, pal," Michell said, laughing. “Sit in the front.”

I heard my girlfriend chuckle, and my young daughter said, “Now I am all alone without my daddy. Will you be my big, strong daddy now?” Lika is talking to either Pete or Michell. The taxi’s windows were darkened, so I couldn’t see anything inside. Inside, it had a separation between the front seats and the passenger's seats, so I couldn’t truly say if the back was full or not. I didn’t believe the minibus was full in the back, but it didn’t matter; the trip was perhaps 15 or 20 minutes.

“Oh,” Lika spoke again to somebody in the back of the cab, “you are so big!” with a tone of admiration in her voice. I also believed one of the guys brought some snacks, because both my girlfriend and my daughter were chatting to each other, saying things like, “Can I have a taste of that?” and “I don’t remember it being so big this morning?” or “Do you want to try this one?” and “Did he fill you too?”

The rest of the sounds coming from the back were just soft sighs and slurping sounds. The girls were sure enjoying whatever candy was offered to them. I was happy because the food prices in the theaters were horrendous, and munching on whatever the boys gave them made me save a serious buck.

Once we got there, I got out first, opening the sliding door of the passenger's section. Right away, a musky smell reached my nostrils, and if I didn’t know any better, somebody just had sex in there. I made a mental note of not tipping the driver and would tell him to urgently clean his taxi. Pete and Michell got out first, and both had their zippers open. Besides that, some bright red and dark red stains were on their pants in the crotch area, and that was exactly what I was afraid of. These guys were the typical rough crowd, and they didn’t care enough about their looks. Just like the miners. But they were good folks, and my girls sure liked them. I guess I had to ignore this, not wanting to spoil the evening.

Next, my girlfriend got off the taxi, and I gave her a hand to get off easily. She was holding her stomach and burped two or three times. Since I was standing so close, she burped right in my face, spreading that same kind of smell as the taxi did. She turned around towards Lika, giggling, and asked her if she had to burp too. Lika laughed, got out, and turned around, letting a stinky fart escape. “Not from the front, April!” she answered, both girls laughing, and something like a gull’s white-brown shit fell behind her on the street pavement. They both thought it was hilarious. “Couldn’t you just simply swallow?” April told Lika, and both cried from laughter. I didn’t get the joke.

As I arrived last in the big lobby, almost 15 minutes later than the rest, because they told me I had to pay for both taxis, I didn’t know which movie we were going to, and I didn’t see the rest of the group. But Pete was so kind, and he saw me first, entering the building, and walked up to me. He gave me my ticket and explained that everybody was already in cinema hall number 7, some small hall where we would be watching a movie about a cheating wife, the movie called “Unfaithful.” He told me everybody had freshened up, and he gave me my ticket; I had the aisle seat K1. The others were all sitting on the left of me, from K2 up to K7.

I entered the hall, but it was pitch black, and the previews had already started. Thank God the steps had some minimal lights so we could find row K. Pete sat on his seat, K2, and I sat down in mine, K1. Even as my eyes got adjusted to the darkness, I could not see further than Michell, who was sitting on the left of Pete. The miners and my girls were all out of sight, so to say. I just wondered about the number of seats we had; from K1 to K7 there were only 7 persons, but our group was 9 people. So, two people had no seat? Where were they sitting then?

I asked Pete about this, and he replied that only 7 seats were left together in the same row, so the girls offered willingly to sit on our laps. And your girlfriend added they would switch laps whenever one of us guys was done having them. "Cool," I thought, "that saves me two tickets."

I started to follow the previews as I heard to my left my girlfriend saying that she wanted to buy a drink before the movie started. The first miner didn’t hesitate and took her by the waist, sliding her across his lap to the next lap, and everybody passed her down from lap to lap until she was sitting on Pete’s lap, on my left. Pete whispered to her, asking if she felt something familiar, and she nodded, giggling, as she was moving her pelvis back and forth, with teasing little motions, to accommodate herself. “It’s so big,” she whispered, talking about the theater’s canvas, I presumed.

“Got to go, big boy.” She said to Pete, caressing his thigh, and April stood up. I was hoping she would slide on my lap too, but that didn’t happen. I asked her if she could get me a coke, but she said she already had her hands full and couldn’t take another order. Too bad. Well, I would get one in the break, I decided. As she came back after 20 minutes, did she have both her hands empty? Did she not go buy drinks? Weird. And why did it take so long? The bar was just across the corridor. Whatever.

April walked carefully, passing me, and let herself fall on Pete's lap. “Oops,” she said. Did I wake something up?” She whispered with a sexy voice.

“Check for yourself, honey.” Pete answered, smiling.

“Let me sit down properly on your lap, Pete.” April replied as she undulated her pelvis back and forth. “Much better.” And she let out a soft sigh. After five minutes, she told him she had promised one miner to take care of him and that she wanted to keep that promise, just like any good girl.

“Sure,” Pete replied. Just slide over and take care of me at the end.”

Again, April was tossed from lap to lap, those big fellas simply grabbing her by the waist and moving her around like a doll. On each lap she let out a little “Oh!” and each time she really did her best and tried to find a good spot to sit on those hard, bulky laps. By adjusting her position in a rhythmic moving of her butt, she was able to at least do five minutes on each man. She whispered things in their ears, such as, “Better be ready soon." And “Keep it like that.” Which I didn’t get. It sounded as if she were preparing them for something? To leave? Such a silly girl; the movie hadn’t even started!

Finally, the movie started, and it was about a young married woman cheating on her much older husband with a young virile man. We were in the middle of a scene where we could see how hard he was thrusting his manly cock inside her married pussy in a bathroom scene; they made love everywhere, even in a bar. The whole plot was ridiculous; nobody does that, I thought. What amazed me was the theater's audio system. The Dolby surround was excellent, and as the couple was making love in the movie, I could hear the moaning and groaning right here in our row! I think it was one of those new VR systems, because the row of our chairs, which were fixed one to each other, was rocking back and forth as the actress was being deeply thrust repeatedly. Amazing. It reminded me of those high-tech theaters you read about with wind, water, and smells the viewer would experience.

Nevertheless, it was my turn for a quick bathroom break. I asked Pete and Michell if they wanted something to eat or drink, and I mentioned it was on me because they took such good care of my girls at work, and both kindly accepted the offer; Pete wanted a Coke and sweet popcorn, and Michell wanted a Sprite and some coconut ice cream. I stood up and left the dark hall we were in, having to really wait for two or three minutes to adjust my eyes to the bright lights outside in the corridor. After the toilet visit, I joined the queue for the snacks. The queue was longer than I expected; I thought I was smart going before the break, but I guess everybody did. Anyway, the movie was not really convincing with those sex scenes in bars, restaurants, cars, and so on, so I didn’t really mind standing here, waiting for my turn.

There were already at least six folks now waiting in line behind me, and I couldn’t help overhearing one conversation somewhere behind me. Two male voices were talking about the young sluts they just fucked. Were they talking about the movie? I only saw one woman having a role in the movie. I kept my ears open and listened in to the conversation. I could hear most of what they were saying, but sometimes, when other people in the queue spoke as well, only parts of it.

“How old is she?” One strong male voice asked.

"18," the other dark, manly voice said.

“Wow.” The other voice replied, “Looks like she has 30 years of experience!”

“True. Same as the girlfriend. She knew exactly how to get me hard in no time after I filled up the daughter’s womb.”

“You had them both?”

“Yes. You were just unlucky, being the very first cock in our row. The girlfriend started with you, and the daughter with me. After they both moved one lap to the right, I got the girlfriend. That's why you had only one of them. Just ask the daughter to make it up to you in the cab ride back.”

"Did they do all the guys?"

"Yes, each guy got drained two times, but not the husband."

“Did the daughter say something to you about this being the free gym sample?”

“Yeah, she did. I already agreed to 5 gym sessions.”

“How much did she ask you?”

“A hundred bucks per session. As if it is some kind of volunteer work for her because she could easily charge 500 per session. Maybe she likes it too much.”

“I got the same fee and agreed on 10 times.”

“Does he know?”

“In 9 months, he will.” And they both laughed.

Finally, it was my turn to order. I got everything Pete and Michell asked for, got myself some popcorn too, and walked back towards our cinema hall. To my surprise I saw two of the four miners waiting in the queue, grinning at me.

“Not liking the movie?” I asked.

“Oh,” one miner replied, “No, the experience is awesome; we are simply a bit drained.”

“Yes,” the other miner added, “I would almost call it a drive-in experience.” And they both laughed.

I smiled, not understanding, but these rough folks simply had a different kind of humor. As I was about to reach my seat, the other remaining two miners walked out, both looking sweaty. I thought they had washed themselves before joining us. Whatever. "Rough crowd, let it go," I decided. Slowly my eyes got used to the darkness again, and I could find my seat. I saw my daughter Lika now sitting on Pete's lap and, on the left side of Pete, Michell with my girlfriend on his lap, both whispering and giggling.

With my hands full, I carefully walked within the tight walking space between the two rows towards Michell first, and as I could not see his hands, I wanted to give my girlfriend his order. She didn’t see me first, having her eyes closed and her mouth slightly open. As I whispered her name, she opened her eyes, and once she recognized me, she gave me a sultry gaze, as if she were enjoying something. She grabbed the drink and the ice cream and stored them left and right in the armrests. She leaned forward to kiss me, which she had never done before, so I was eager to respond to her kiss. French kissing me deep and long, her tongue swirling around mine, she supported herself with both hands on my chest, and I felt her rhythmic thrusts against me, her body moving back and forth, as if she was being shoved to and fro by something very large. Besides that, I could swear her breasts were moving up and down under her top, as if her titties were being cupped by two big hands...

I slowly walked backwards towards Pete as I heard my girlfriend moan behind me. Those bulky male laps are too hard, I thought.

With Lika and Pete, almost the same was happening. Not paying for two more tickets did sure have an impact on Lika. Her white top had black stains on and around her breast area, probably from the miners trying to keep her safely sitting on their hard laps by holding her in place with their big paws. Pete was **** to hold her by the waist, since Lika kept being horsed up and down. I guess they found the movie boring as well and decided to imitate again the cowgirl riding on Pete's lap. I didn’t want Lika to fall, and instead of handing over the order, I leaned in and placed the drink in one of the armchair holders. As I turned to the other side, my face passed really close to my daughter's, and she was so excited from the riding she was getting that she grabbed my face in her small hands and deeply French kissed me, forgetting that I was her father. And the same happened with my daughter, who was much lighter than my girlfriend, so I could feel all the way her being shoved by Pete from the ass up. I suddenly got hard kissing my daughter, and my little pecker was fully erect, if you can call a 2-inch (5 cm) penis erect.

Still, even with the theater being so dark, Lika saw the little pointy thing right in front of her. She stopped tonguing me and let my face go, telling me that “I have to support myself elsewhere, Daddy.” And placed one of her small hands on my crotch, covering my entire penis easily. She giggled as she noticed how little she had to cover and was barely able to grab it because she had a hard time finding it.

Kissing both my girlfriend and my young girl was too much for me, and as Lika supported herself on my small penis, a little stain was quickly forming under her hand on my pants. As Lika noticed the wet spot, she looked at it, squinting her eyes, looking again at the little smudge, trying to understand how little semen I produced. She chuckled. Her daddy was for sure a beta male. Or less. She couldn’t find any C-male version, but it didn’t matter. He was more like a nice little guy.

“Daddy, you have such a tiny micropenis!” My daughter laughed. “Are you really sure that I am your daughter? How could you ever knock up Mom? Your seed would never have reached Mom's womb. Or did you use IVF?” As she kept laughing at me.

Pete was for sure Alpha, Lika thought, as she was having his majestic large cock deep inside her. She should set up more appointments with him too, simply visiting Daddy at work, or maybe they could have a party at home and invite all the colleagues, and she could have a continuous supply of throbbing cocks lined up in her bedroom?

The thought pushed her over the edge, her body shuddering as the strong orgasm sent waves of pleasure through her stretched cunt, and she cried out Pete's name but kept horse-riding Pete at an even quicker pace, as if she was trying to get Pete somewhere. “Come with me, Pete!” She cried, trying to get him somewhere, moaning from the length of her orgasmic high.

She must have hurt herself, I thought.

Right then, Pete hurt himself as well and let out a long, deep grunt, grabbing her tightly at her waist and pushing her down hard on his lap. I could see on Lika’s face that she liked it, as she was again frowning, and again, she shuddered deeply. Both let out a long moan, and Lika's body slumped against Pete's chest. If I didn’t know any better, I would think I was looking at a couple who just had worked out at the gym. I quickly reacted for both. “Here, Lika, sit in my seat. I will go outside and wait for you guys until the movie is finished.”

I stood up and slowly walked in the darkness towards the door. Outside, once my eyes were used to the brightness again, I saw on my left an empty restaurant with no service and on my right a crowded one. I went to the last one and ordered myself a burger with fries, since the movie still had at least an hour and a half to kill. The burger tasted great. The only little embarrassment was that the waitress was looking at my crotch’s stain as she brought my order. I said “milkshake,” but that was a poor choice of words. She snickered, looking at the tiny wet spot, and asked if it was a small milkshake.

As I was talking to her, I saw from the corner of my eye my daughter pulling a young, virile-looking miner eagerly by the hand and walking into the empty restaurant. Silly her, there is no service there, I thought. But a young woman needs to learn things by herself as well, so I didn’t try to warn her. I took my time eating my meal since I had to kill an hour, and once I finished it, I ordered an ice cream and a latte macchiato to finish it off. Just as my dessert arrived, both my daughter and the miner came out of the empty restaurant.

They must have been in there for at least an hour. Lika must have waited all that time to get serviced, and I had to grin a little. As they walked by, I saw her adjusting her clothes, closing several buttons of her mini skirt, but she had the back in the front, which she expertly rotated on her hips, getting the front where it should be, as if she had done this many times before. Once done fixing her clothes, she stood in front of him on her toes, trying to keep her balance, and it looked as if she was thanking him, whispering sweet things in his ears, but she was no ballerina, and she had to steady herself by grabbing his large bulge.

I left money on the table and joined them, wanting to tease my daughter a bit, so I asked, “Get any service?” as I smiled.

“Oh, yes, I got serviced twice, Daddy. Josh was so nice to help me with that. The first time was quick; the second time took a lovely 40 minutes before I got properly filled.”

Damn, this new generation had a funny way of speaking. “Well-fed” would have been an option. The young man looked drained but happy. I guess waiting around can make even the strongest men tired. “Say, Lika,” I asked my daughter, thinking he might be good boyfriend material, “How about if we throw a BBQ this weekend at our place and Josh and the others join us?”

“That’s so great, Daddy!” Lika said happily, “At home I can finally show him and his colleagues everything. I could let one inside for an hour and then have the next one inside. Perhaps I take two at the same time. I love spit roast!”

Weird. My daughter is planning to give tours that last an hour. Our place wasn’t that big, I thought. Whatever. Perhaps my girlfriend could help her with those tours and speed things up. I would ask her later. I told Lika this, and she loved the idea.

“Great idea, Daddy! April and I could handle four guys at the same time. And if the BBQ lasts like 4 hours, we could do at least 16 guys.”

Lika was right; the place was too small to give everybody a tour at the same time; it had to be done bit by bit. I was not in the mood for that, but I guess the girls liked to be welcoming hostesses, making sure that every man felt deeply at home.

“I just hope April and I can walk the next day, after so many tours," Lika said, thinking aloud. “But,” she added joyfully, “since April and I are on the receiving end as two very willing hostesses, and the men are the ones who have to put in the effort, I guess we can go to the gym on Sunday anyway.”

I let my daughter talk some more without listening, because apparently, the movie had ended, and the doors had opened to let people flow out. I didn’t see April yet, so we had to wait. Finally, Pete, Michell, and three miners came out last. The men looked fine, like truly satisfied, having seen a good movie. April looked, and I cannot name it any different, thoroughly destroyed. Her hair was a mess, her makeup was a mess, and the lipstick was smeared; her top looked a size or two too big for her, as if someone had been pulling at the fabric or stretched it from the inside, and her skirt was ridden up high on her hips. Besides that, she was only wearing one stocking now, the other leg completely naked.

But I never saw a look so radiant. She had a fantastic glow on her skin, and her facial expressions were truly satisfied. The movie must have really gotten deep into her. She held her stomach with one hand, and she had a lagging, slow walk, just like when you eat too much. She let a big belch escape her lovely mouth, and one of the miners asked if she wanted some more. She laughed at him, and her lips formed the word “soon.” She just noticed her ridden-up skirt, which always happens when you watch movies all slumped. She asked the men around her to fix her outfit because they made a tight circle around her and started pulling down her skirt, grabbing her breasts to fix the top, and one of them kneeled behind her, trying to fix the one stocking she had on, his hands moving under her miniskirt.

April had to stand wide-legged for him, giving him the proper access. I guess the remaining stocking had a tear because he kept moving in and out with one hand, his fingers all pressed together, making his hand as slender as possible, trying to fix something. I saw her enjoying the attention of those men, closing her eyes. She almost lost her balance for a second but was able to catch herself by placing her butt against the face of the kneeling miner. I guess she was cold again, because she shuddered, her nipples poking through the thin fabric, and she desperately tried to warm up by grinding her butt against his face. Somebody in the group was still drinking a milkshake because there were a lot of slurping sounds coming from that cluster of April and my colleagues. As the licking sounds stopped, the men stepped back, and indeed April's outfit looked normal again, but for the missing stocking. The guy behind her stood up and gave her butt a quick squeeze, making April squeal, and they all laughed.

“Guys,” I said, taking the lead as the head of the family I was, “come by tomorrow around 1 PM at our place; we are having a BBQ.”

They all cheered. One leaned over to April and said, smiling, “You know what this means, honey?”

“Yes,” my girlfriend proudly said, challenging them with a wanton look in her eyes, “and this time, I will have a mattress!” Everybody cheered, including Lika and Josh.

What a great joke she made! No more sitting on laps. She is so funny!

To be continued.