Being engrossed in the movie's mounting action you fail to notice them slip your scanty clothes off

Your breath speeds up as you see the girl on film being fondled by so many hands. You inch forward a little to see better, the action shifting your butt free of the skirt, which promptly vanishes into light-fingered hands.

You never notice your top vanish as you become immersed in the erotic scene unfolding in front of you. It's as if the hands that are all over her are caressing your body. Sliding over your back, your taut stomach, your small, sensitive breasts. Imagining those hands conjures the sensation of hands running up your widespread thighs, of your clit being massaged, your insides probed.

A moan escapes you, embarrassing you, and you hope the boys haven't noticed.

"Pull them out," the girl whispers, and it's as if they're unzipping right here, beside you.

"Can you take us all?" a voice asks the girl.

"I don't want to take you all," the girl says breathily. "I want you all to take me!"

A groan slips out, and dimly you feel your butt rocking on the chair, then the sensation of something slurping in and out of your pussy.

Your eyes snap open, and you stare down in shock at a pair of fingers squelching in and out of your sodden cunt.

"What...?" is all you can manage as your brain tries to figure out where they came from and where your clothes have vanished to. Your eyes trace the fingers back to the hand they're joined to, and then up the muscled arm to the broad shoulders and finally to the hungry eyes of the guy sitting in front of you.

Without breaking eye contact or stopping his fingers he steps up and over the seat.

"Wait..." you say, but he shakes his head. Somehow you find yourself perched near the edge of the seat, a long thick cock pointing at your sex with mere inches to spare.

"No," he says, and removes his fingers, pushing his dick forward until it's pressing firmly against the gates of your womanhood

"M... my boyfriend..." you gasp, but the words are lost on him as he pushes forward, finding your slick passage, lubricated by your own juices and prepared by his fingers, to be easy to enter. "No...." you whimper softly, though not with pain, feeling the familiar yin-yang of guilt and excitement.