Night at the Movies!

I ignored that fat bitch Janelle as I tried to get a better view of Morgan and Bill in the rear view mirror. Janelle probably thought I was hard from her cranking her hand in my lap, but what was really raising my pole was getting a glimpse of Morgan's legs and trying to see what she and her hung stud were doing behind me. I couldn't tell for sure, but from the way Morgan was squirming and dripping juice down her legs, I had a good idea that she was sitting impaled on Bill's thick plunging fingers. And knowing her she probably had her hand wrapped around that asshole's enormous cock, squeezing it and pumping it. He was getting better action than I was getting from that sow Janelle, to be sure. I'm sure he didn't mind the fact we were going to be late to the movie previews--he was getting the best preview of the evening.

When we arrived I naturally paid for Bill's date with my girlfriend, as well as for Janelle. Why I paid for her I don't know, but I was more than willing to pay to see Morgan and Bill's show. And they didn't disappoint.

"Hey, dude, can you get us some popcorn?" Bill asked in a casual tone of voice I had learned to take as a command. Morgan had trained me that it was my job to help her keep his big cock satisfied, so if that meant I was paying for popcorn, I'd better be ready to buy some popcorn.

"Yes, Sir," I replied, deferring to his superiority. "Would you like some extra butter with that?"

"Nah, you can actually skip the butter," he said, "I think Morgan is bringing her own." He squeezed her ass and they laughed. I tried to figure out what they were laughing about while I waited in line for the popcorn.

"How come you never squeeze my ass like that?" Janelle complained.

"Because your ass is fat," I thought to myself while I ignored her by talking to the popcorn girl.

When we sat down in the dark theater, I finally found out what Morgan and Bill had planned for butter. Before the previews were over, Morgan had unzipped Bill's fly and unleashed his footlong plumper. My mouth watered and I licked my lips when I watched it plop out, and I could tell Morgan wanted to suck it right there, too. Instead she smirked at Bill, rubbing her hand over it teasingly and watching it grow with fascination. Then she carefully made an opening in the bottom of the popcorn tub. Finally she placed it over Bill's mast, so that he was sticking up in the tub! Even a full tub of popcorn wasn't enough camoflague to completely bury that huge dick, and I could see the tip oozing. Sure enough, butter!

I watched Morgan fumble her hand around in the tub pretending to search for popcorn while she jerked Bill's mast until it was leaking everywhere. She suddenly looked over, catching me looking. She obviously knew I'd been looking the whole time, but she was toying with me. "Oh, did you and Janelle want some popcorn?" she grinned, handing me some drenched in Bill's precum.

"Um, sure," I said, secretly eager to taste Bill's butter.

Janelle, clueless as usual, ate hers without realizing what was on it. "Wow they make really good butter here," she blurted out as she chewed loudly like a cow. Even I couldn't help laughing at her. "What?" she asked puzzled, with a trickle of precum glistening on her lips.

Before long Bill wanted more than a handjob, and he had Morgan's head down in his lap. Her slurping sounds were getting loud enough I couldn't concentrate on the movie, which was less interesting anyway. After a while I had to excuse myself to go in the bathroom and jerk off.

Apparently I wasn't the only one. I had only been in the stall a few minutes when I heard what was unmistakably Morgan moaning. After recovering from my initial surprise, I opened the door a crack so I could peek out on the action. Sure enough, Morgan was bent over the sink in the men's room, moaning, watching herself getting fucked by Bill in the mirror. From my viewpoint behind them I could see Bill's huge balls hanging down as he thrust into Morgan's tight hole over and over. I was stroking myself excitedly when I noticed Morgan smirking. She could see me in the mirror!

"Hey dude," Bill called out as he kept fucking Morgan, "could you go get us some drinks when you're done jerking off, we're kinda thirsty after that popcorn."

"Yes, Sir," I replied, blushing embarrassed. I quickly finished jerking off and cleaned myself up with some toilet paper. Then I washed my hands, trying not to stare at Morgan getting fucked on the next sink over.

I arrived back at our seat with drinks. Janelle was sitting there with the tub of popcorn, which was now empty.

"I got hungry while you were gone, so I ate it all," the fat bitch explained. "I'm going to ask them what brand of popcorn and butter they use when we leave, this is the best I've ever had!"

No doubt, I thought to myself.