Gangbang at the Movies

                It was a hot summer night. Before getting off his car to pick up his date, Mieke, Aivar Eljas Cartan, from the area of Ontario, Canada, looked at himself in the car’s rearview mirror. He looked great, all right. His hair was combed stylishly, his beard was perfectly groomed, and he was dressed in a casual, yet perfect way for a date: not too overdressed, not too shabby. Good. He really wanted to have a nice time.

                He left his car parked and walked on to the door of the apartment building where Mieke lived. After ringing the doorbell, Aivar once again checked his outfit. The t-shirt hugged his lean yet chiseled frame, and his jeans were not too baggy and not too tight. He scolded himself for being so self-conscious, but he really wanted to make a good impression.

                “Hey! Looking good! Now I feel underdressed.”

                That voice and that remark was music to Aivar’s ears. However, he didn’t have much time to dwell on it. His blue eyes and his mouth opened wide as soon as he saw Mieke standing in front of him.

                The girl was tall, with long legs that were perfectly framed by a pair of grey Lululemon tights that seemed as if they were painted on her body: they enhanced her figure perfectly. When she turned around to close the door to her building, Aivar had to suck air between his teeth. The tights defined Mieke’s ass-cheeks perfectly; they also went up and surrounded her small waist. When she turned around again, Aivar had a better view of her exposed midriff, taut and slender, which was then covered by a white tank top with a V-neck that allowed him to see Mieke’s perky, round, generous breasts peeking from it. Her long blond hair was loose and it framed her neck sexily; the outfit was complete with a pair of black mule sandals.

                “You’re not underdressed—you look perfect!” Aivar wasn’t lying. In fact, he had to admit he loved the way Lululemon tights fit women, and in someone with a body such as Mieke’s—well, if he had chosen the girl’s outfit, he was sure, it wouldn’t have ended up as perfect.

                Mieke just smiled as Aivar offered her arm to her. They walked towards the car. Aivar held the door opened for his date and the got on the driver’s seat.

                They drove for a moment in silence. Aivar hoped it was not too uncomfortable, but the thing was, he was super-focusing on the road. Having Mieke at his side was proving to be a huge temptation. He had to stop himself from looking to the side and getting a top view of her breasts thanks to that V-neck. God, he was really hoping the date would go great so that then he could get lucky…

                “What movie are we going to watch?” Mieke interrupted Aivar’s thoughts.

                “I don’t really know,” he said, “but what about I’ll let you choose?”

                Mieke smiled and Aivar smiled back. He was ok watching any movie as long as it was with that beauty, and well, if that movie inspired Mieke to hug him because it was romantic, or to jump towards him because it was scary… well, so much the better.

 

                “I tell you, the movie was terrific! Just downright terrific!”

                Mieke and Aivar didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but the two middle-aged men that were leaving the theater were talking so loudly they couldn’t help but overhearing their conversation.

                “I know! And Liam Neeson, despite his age, is a top actor. Who knew he could still pull action thrillers so well at his age?”

                “And such a complicated story! That final turn of the screw—damn, I couldn’t see it coming!”

                “Excuse me,” Mieke called out, unhooking herself from Aivar’s arm gently. “What movie are you talking about?”

                The middle-aged men stopped and eyed the girl up and down. They were obviously impressed by her beauty and sexiness. Aivar quickly walked up to her and put his arm around her small waist. Oh guys, this hot ticket is with me.

                “Ghosts of Belfast!” one of the men said, excitedly, turning his eyes towards the couple’s faces.

                “Didn’t it just come out today or something?” Aivar wanted to know.

                “Yes, but you’ve more than enough time if you want to watch it. The night show is going to start in 45 minutes or so.”

                “Are you sure you want to watch it?” the other man asked, his eyes still glued on Mieke. “It’s violent…”

                “Hey! Girls can watch action movies too!” Mieke exclaimed.

                “Yes, but I mean… quite violent…” the man insisted, his eyes still way too fixed on Mieke. Aivar tightened his hug.

                “Oh, if it’s violent, I have Aivar here to comfort me. Right?” Mieke said, good-naturedly, and smiled at her date.

                “Of course,” Aivar answered. “So, I thank you for your recommendation, gentlemen. Shall we go get tickets for that film?”

                With that, Aivar and Mieke walked away. However, Aivar still turned back discreetly, just in time to see the two men walking towards the exit. The one that had been staring at Mieke was still doing so, and his eyes were fixed on her ass. Aivar let out a small grunt, trying to remind himself he was the lucky guy who’d take Mieke home at the end of the night…

                Right?…

 

                After a while, Aivar just couldn’t wait to take Mieke home, only for him and away from all those prying eyes. Not only she was tempting to him—she was tempting to everyone.

                First, when they were buying the tickets, the ticket guy couldn’t help but looking at Mieke’s cleavage, even as he said: “Hey, two tickets for Ghosts of Belfast! You’re lucky because they’re flying!”

                 And then, when they were in line for popcorn, Aivar just felt that the men standing behind Mieke were looking downwards way too much.

                But it would be over soon. He only had to sit through a good movie, just a little while, and then he’d be alone with Mieke, and then he’d be free to seduce her and enjoy her… God, he couldn’t wait. He was longing for her, hungry for her. She was his, only his…

                “Excuse me, but doesn’t your boyfriend want popcorn?” the voice of the popcorn girl distracted Aivar from his thoughts. She’d just handed Mieke her popcorn. “Having a snack for a two-hours-and-a-half movie is a good idea.”

                Aivar tensed up when he heard that. Two and a half hours?????

                “You don’t want anything, Aivar?” Mieke asked.

                “I’m fine, I’m fine,” the man answered as he handed a bill to the popcorn girl.

                “We can share if you want some,” Mieke told Aivar. He nodded, but honestly, the only thing he wanted was her. SOON.

                Aivar looked at his ticket once again, and once again he thought two and a half hours.

                Those old men better be right and this better be good. If it’s good, time will fly by, Aivar thought as he handed the tickets to the usher.

 

                The ticket boy had been right: the theater was packed. The couple looked around for empty middle seats, but their search was futile. The only part that completely free was the front row.

                “Well, front row it is,” said Aivar matter-of-factly and led Mieke to a seat in the middle of the row. The sounds were louder and the images were bigger at the front. A bit uncomfortable, Aivar decided, but there was nothing they could do, except sit down and wait for the movie to start in a couple of minutes. They were just in time.

                When the movie started, Aivar had to admit the old man they’d met at the entrance with his friend had been right—the movie was violent, and it didn’t pull any punches. The credits hadn’t even rolled when the screen showed a car, which turned out to be a car bomb, followed by a thunderous explosion—so thunderous, Mieke half-jumped from her seat and spilled half the popcorn on the floor. And then, as if that hadn’t been enough, the camera showed a charred arm and a leg, making it abundantly clear there had been a fatal victim in the explosion. The shot of the charred amputated limbs was completely graphic before the camera changed to a panoramic view of Belfast during The Troubles.

                “Let’s get out of here,” a female voice behind Aivar said.

                “What? We’ve just gotten here,” an annoyed male voice answered.

                Aivar turned around. Sitting just behind him and Mieke there was a young couple, a boy and a girl almost out of their teenage years.

                “I know we’ve just gotten here,” the girl insisted, “but I don’t want to watch this.”

                “I thought you said you liked action movies!” the boy said in a loud whisper, so as not to anger the people in the theater.

                “Yes, but I thought this was going to be… different.”

                “How?”

                “Like… fun. Like, Fast and Furious or something.”

                “Well, this is better than those movies.”

                “Well, I don’t wanna watch it!” the girl now raised her voice, and some angry shushes surrounded them.

                “Fine, fine,” the boy said, noticeably annoyed. Aivar turned around once again and saw the young couple leave, apologizing as they walked out of the row and blocked the view of the movie watchers.

                After the incident, Aivar turned to look at Mieke, wondering if she’d want to leave too. However, his date didn’t turn to face him and instead kept her eyes glued to the screen. Aivar concluded that Mieke didn’t want to make a scene like the couple behind them and so she’d chosen to stay—however, he couldn’t help but smile when, in a suspenseful scene, Mieke instinctively reached out for his arm. Aivar smiled. He could live with this proximity and this contact, he thought.

                However, that proved to be dangerous too. The movie, indeed, had suspenseful and violent scenes galore, and pretty soon, Aivar found himself wishing Mieke went farther every time she reached out for his arm. Not only that; he also wished he could touch her, but not on her arm or leg, but perhaps in some other places… Before long, Aivar was no longer looking at the screen and instead was staring at Mieke, who was still watching the movie.

                Aivar studied his date. It was obvious the movie was making Mieke nervous, perhaps even scared, but she was trying hard not to show it. Yet, when she was not touching Aivar, her body wriggled and tensed on her seat, as if she was trying hard not to cover her eyes or just run away from the movie theater. In fact, if the scene was particularly tense, Mieke would slightly bounce up and down on the seat, like a giddy little girl, before reaching out for Aivar.

                …and, of course, her breasts would bounce and wiggle together with her.

                Aivar’s mind was in a different place from the movie theater altogether after watching that. Of course he didn’t care about Mieke’s body wiggling, but he wanted her body to be wiggling out of her leggings as she laid on the bed, him hovering over her. He wanted her to bounce, yes, but on his erect cock, her nude breasts bouncing too with her riding him in earnest, his face close enough so he could suck on her tits. He wanted her to tense up, yes, but to tense up and tighten her pussy around his cock, her whole body firm as a powerful orgasm rocked her—and he would be tense under her too, filling her up with his seed…

                Aivar stopped his thoughts when he felt a heat in the pit of his stomach… and a bulge growing under his jeans. Oh no, he thought. He had to stop himself from getting fully erect. He had to focus on something else…

                In the throes of urgency, Aivar checked his watch, and what he saw almost made him faint. Only 45 minutes had gone by! He was not even halfway through the movie and he was already turned on just from imagining things! On other matters, Aivar thought, it was also impressive to see how the director had managed to stick so many suspenseful and violent scenes before the movie was even halfway through…

                And yeah. That was what he had to focus on: all that violence and suspense. He just had to place all his focus on the movie again and not on Mieke. Yes, that’s it¸ Aivar whispered to himself under gritted teeth. He then sat upright on his seat and folded his arms tightly, as if the pressure could distract him, or prevent the tent in his jeans from growing bigger, or make him lose himself in the movie again.

                The screen showed Liam Neeson’s character talking in a dim-lit church with a woman who held a rosary in her hands. After a moment, Liam Neeson left, but the woman stayed there. Then she left too, and walked down some very dark streets. Immediately afterwards, silence, with her rosary ominously hitting the ground.

                The following scene showed Liam Neeson at the police station, and everyone acting visibly altered. He then was told by a colleague, or a boss or something, that “he had to see it with his own eyes.” Cut to the back of the church where Liam Neeson had been, and then a close up of his face watching something that had definitely caught him off-guard…

                And then, the movie didn’t waste a chance to show another gory scene: the woman who’d dropped the rosary, crucified against the wall of the church.

                Aivar could hear gasps from the rows behind him and a yelp from Mieke—and all of a sudden her hand was on his thigh, gripping it tightly. That pressure made Aivar realize his arms were still folded against his chest. Mieke must have had reached out for his arm again, and when she didn’t find it she decided to grab the first thing which would give her a taste of her date’s proximity—and that was Aivar’s thigh… dangerously close to his crotch.

                Even if the scene he’d just watched was enough of a turn-off for anyone, Aivar’s brain didn’t think so. The pressure of Mieke’s fingers sent his lust into overdrive. He glanced one again at his date, her slender body once again tense and erect on the seat, her hand still firm on her thigh, all of her delectable and sensual.

                Under his jeans, Aivar felt his dick grow once again. This time there was no turning back. He wanted Mieke, and he wanted her immediately.

                Aivar then moved his right hand towards Mieke’s hand on his thigh. At first, he covered the girl’s hand with his, and caressed it gently. As soon as he felt Mieke’s hand relax under his touch, Aivar gently guided it… towards the bulge under his jeans. His left hand remained on top of Mieke’s hand, making sure she didn’t remove it from his crotch, which seemed to grow bulkier by the second.

                “What are you doing?” Aivar then heard his date whisper under gritted teeth. Yet, he said nothing. Instead, his right hand reached out and cupped Mieke’s left breast, the one closer to him.

                As Aivar caressed the mound of flesh under his palm, he could feel another rush of blood towards his cock. Mieke’s breast was the perfect combination of firm and soft; on top of all, he was sure he couldn’t feel anything under the fabric—except Mieke’s perfect assets. The idea of the girl being braless under her top made Aivar squirm so hard in anticipation he had to hold Mieke’s hand with his left hand in a firmer way to make sure she didn’t leave the crotch of his jeans. After that, he continued his ministrations, his index finger tracing circles around Mieke’s nipple.

                Now the one that was squirming was her. Yet, Aivar gave her no mercy. Under his finger, Mieke’s nipple was hardening, growing under his touch. He only stopped when he saw her delicate nub straining against the tops fabric, hard as a pearl. Yet, he couldn’t ignore the twin, could he? And Aivar stretched his right arm a bit more to reach Mieke’s right breast.

                “Aivar, stop it,” Mieke tried to order, but her voice was breathy and almost shaking. With a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, Aivar’s index finger gave the right nipple the same treatment as the left one, circling it until he felt the small nub rise and then become pointy, as if it was struggling to get rid of its clothing prison.

                “Aivar, no,” Mieke insisted, but her body was betraying her: it was fully clear by the way in which her legs parted. Aivar took that as an invitation, and immediately placed his hand between Mieke’s thighs and started exploring her crotch.

                Even if the Lululemon tights looked perfect on her, when she sat down the fabric pressed against the crotch area, thus creating a cameltoe. So, when Aivar touched her, he could feel Mieke’s folds through the fabric. His cock got fully, painfully erect under his jeans when he thought that the girl must have been wearing very small or thin underwear because, just like with the top, it seemed there was only a thin layer separating him from her skin….

                “Ai… var…” Mieke’s voice whispered, her breath hitching and labored. He smiled. He knew he’d won, and that there was just one more place to explore before his victory was complete…

                With a swift movement, Aivar moved his hand from between Mieke’s legs (though he could already feel a hint of moisture through her leggings), found the waistband of the garment against his date’s taught stomach, and just plunged his hand. Mieke let out another yelp, but Aivar knew no one would be too surprised since she’d yelped before.

                The first thing Aivar felt was the smoothness of Mieke’s lower abdomen, hinting at a perfectly shaved pussy—and then, there, just at her delta, he could feel a small triangle of fabric. Mieke’s cunt was covered by just a minuscule G-string. That made Aivar salivate—even more because he could also feel the panty was completely drenched.

                And Aivar was about to make Mieke’s pussy feel like the fucking Niagara Falls.

                With the same technique he’d used for the girl’s nipples, Aivar started tracing circles around Mieke’s covered clit. He was sure the brush of the fabric against her most sensitive spot would create an extra friction the girl would enjoy… and he was right. Pretty soon he could see Mieke slumped on her seat, her eyes still fixed on the screen, but her legs were even more parted and limp. He had her where he wanted, and now it was his turn.

                Aivar’s left hand was still holding Mieke’s hand over his crotch. However, when he finally released her hand, she made absolutely no effort to withdraw it from where it was. Aivar’s smile became wide as he deftly continued massaging the girl’s pleasure spot with his right hand while working on his fly with his left hand. It took some time, but eventually his zipper was open, and he just had to fumble a little with his underwear—but finally, oh finally, his cock was released: a towering, throbbing erection. Once again, Aivar placed his left hand on Mieke’s hand and then, as if she had been a newbie, he guided her so she could grip his cock.

                Then, Mieke needed no more guidance. The couple engaged in mutual masturbation, Mieke rubbing Aivar’s cock, up and down, setting a steady rhythm, while his digits started digging behind her thong. Her pussy was tremendously slick with juices, and with another movement Aivar found himself poking at her entrance. The tip slid in so easily…

                Mieke was so wet and so ready Aivar had an idea which occupied all his mind and left no room for coherent thought. It had to happen, right then and there.

                Without any previous warning, Aivar withdrew his hand from inside Mieke’s leggings, and then actually grabbed her hand, the one that was jerking him off, and held it.

                “What… what is it?” the girl asked, and Aivar couldn’t help but smirk. He could sense a touch of annoyance in Mieke’s voice, and he knew she hadn’t liked the fact he’d stopped pleasing her.

                “This is not enough for me,” Aivar almost growled, his voice heavy with lust. “I need you… now.”

                “What do you mean?” Mieke almost choked when she heard her date say that.

                “You know what I mean.” Aivar pointed at his erection. “You. Here. Now.”

                “They’re going to see us,” Mieke answered, avoiding Aivar’s gaze.

                Aivar turned around. The people were all staring at the screen. The move showed a disheveled, crazy-looking man, sitting in an interrogation room. Liam Neeson’s partner was asking him some questions, and the man was laughing out loud, sounding demented. He then answered:

                “You think what you see is the truth, but this town has a lot of skeletons in the closet… some of them literally. The ghosts of the Troubles are waking up, the ghosts of Belfast are waking up!”

                Upon hearing the movie’s title, Aivar decided that the scene he had just watched was key, and of course, no one would want to miss a detail. So he turned to Mieke and insisted: “The couple just behind us left, and no one is really paying attention. Come on… I can’t take it anymore… I want it, and I know you want it too.”

                The girl looked down, and Aivar was afraid that he’d embarrassed her or something. However, his fears faded when he saw a mule sandal fly some inches away from where Mieke was seated, and then the other one… Then, he saw Mieke arch as she slid outside her leggings. Aivar almost drooled when he saw the very small, black G-string he’d been touching, just a triangle of dark against Mieke’s smooth crotch.

                “Don’t take it off… there’s no need…” Aivar told his date when he saw the girl was arching again to get rid of her underwear. Obediently, Mieke half-crawled from her seat to where Aivar was sitting, his cock throbbing and ready.

                When Aivar saw Mieke half-kneeling in front of him, he grabbed her by the waist, pulled her towards him, and with his left hand he deftly lifted the girl’s top. Her breasts sprang into view, fully uncovered. Aivar felt both his dick and his brain would explode. Indeed, Mieke had not been wearing a bra! He had touched her bare tits! And now they were practically in front of his face, her nipples hardened after losing the discreet warmth of the fabric that had covered them. Aivar already had a good idea of what he was going to find after having touched Mieke, but now he was face to face with the perfection of her assets, and damn he wanted to enjoy them. Mieke’s breasts were smooth and round, big enough for his hands to cup and squeeze them, and perky and firm—but all natural. They were delicious, and Aivar wanted a taste.

                Half-jumping out of his seat, Aivar lunged at Mieke and placed one of her breasts in his mouth while grabbing and squeezing the other. He suckled on her tit like a baby, enjoying the feeling of her hardened nub against his exploring tongue; Aivar even allowed himself to trace circles around the nipple with it. He then went back to sucking, and he even allowed himself a small nibble. Mieke let out yet another yelp, a yelp that certainly all the people in the movie theater knew by then.

                After that, Aivar and Mieke were both half-kneeling on the movie theater floor.

                “Get on your knees,” he ordered the girl.

                Mieke did as she was told, her brain too lust-riddled to answer. As soon as she did, Aivar pulled her towards him and then he dragged both their bodies towards their abandoned seats, so that they would provide them some sort of cover. Then, he stared at Mieke’s bubble butt: her ass cheeks were so generous that the string of her thong was lost between those mounds of flesh. With his cock and his mouth watering, Aivar pushed the G-string to the side and almost threw himself on top of Mieke, covering her with his body and penetrating her.

                His cock entered her quite easily—she was very wet, practically dripping, and Aivar slid into her with one swift thrust which immediately hit her cervix. Before Mieke could cry out Aivar placed his hand on her mouth, effectively gagging her—and then he began fucking her in earnest, with quick, short thrust that would just glide inside Mieke’s slick hole, and would touch her most intimate depths over and over again. Aivar’s urgency was palpable and he was releasing all the pent-up desire he’d tried to hide while watching the movie, and it was now pouring from him, both figuratively—and then literally, for Aivar reached orgasm and started releasing loads of semen inside Mieke. He’d been so horny it felt his cock had never spurted out so much cum before. And when he felt he was over, Mieke’s pussy tightened around his meaty rod—she’d reached her own peak too. Feeling her tighten around him was enough to make Aivar release even more seed, filling Mieke to the brim, creating a sloppy mixture of their fluids. He couldn’t scream and call everyone’s attention, so he expressed his pleasure with a growl, like a beast.

                Aivar felt Mieke’s limbs grow weak under his body, and he himself tortuously relax. He then pulled out, leaving behind yet some more cum that dripped out of Mieke’s pussy. She crawled slightly away from him, and Aivar didn’t even have time to react when all of a sudden—

                A guy appeared out of nowhere and before anyone could react, he practically shoved his cock inside Mieke’s mouth. The girl immediately did the only thing she could do—let out a high-pitched, but obviously muffled sound that Aivar could only guess was his name—

                With his trousers fastened the best he could, Aivar immediately tried to lunge at the man who was fucking Mieke’s mouth, but then he felt two other men grabbed his arms and held him back. Now, even though Aivar had a nice body and he spent some good time at the gym working on his figure, he couldn’t really fight against two tall, bulky men—at least not at the same time.

                “Hey! Let go!” Aivar protested, and the man who was receiving the blowjob looked up from Mieke’s kneeling figure—but he thrust his hips a bit forward, which caused the girl to let out another high-pitched, undecipherable sound.

                “Oh, the poor boy is angry?” the man said. “Well, we should be angry. Look at you, having a good time in front of all of us… and not sharing! That’s not too fair, is it?”

                “Yeah, that’s not fair!” another, more high-pitched voice said, and Aivar saw another man emerge from the shadows, his pants already undone. He was thinner than the other man, but his cock, though not as big and thick as Aivar’s, still packed a punch. Aivar himself could only watch, helplessly, as this new man walked to Mieke’s kneeling figure, grabbed her by the hips, and pulled her up so she was once again on all fours. He struggled, once again, against the man who were holding him—but it was futile. They were doing a great job of keeping him restrained.

                “Look at this,” the thinner man said. “She’s still dripping! Filled with cum and her juices! I guess it wouldn’t hurt if I came inside her and filled her even more, right?”

                “Mieke!” roared Aivar, but that didn’t stop the man from penetrating the girl. She let out yet another muffled sound, but this time it was more like a groan. Immediately, the man started fucking her at a not-so-quick pace, giving himself time to withdraw his cock from Mieke’s pussy and then put it back in. Even from a distance. Aivar could see how shiny that piece of meat was, slick and wet with all the fluids inside Mieke…

                Aivar tried to lunge forward yet again, but this time another hand stopped him—it grabbed his cheek, and made him turn around. Aivar saw this hand was slender, and the nails were long and red…

                Upon turning around, he found himself face to face with a woman with long, dark hair, and deep red lips. She was staring at him lustily; Aivar then noticed she was wearing an undone dress. She had pulled the straps down and her breasts were on full display.

                “Where do you think you’re going?” the girl said.

                Aivar couldn’t even answer. Behind him, another female voice said: “Yeah. That selfish bitch deserves what she’s getting for not sharing.”

                Aivar turned in the direction of the voice. It was another girl. Her brown hair was in a bob cut, and she was dressed in a long-sleeved t-shirt and a skirt; she was fiddling with a piece of fabric. Upon closer inspection, Aivar realized that piece of fabric was, actually, panties.

                “What? You think we’d let such a hunk like you escape? No. We want our fun too!” the dark-haired woman exclaimed, and with that, she pushed Aivar’s face against her tits. They weren’t as big as Mieke’s but they were still a nice couple of jugs…

                Still, Aivar resisted. This wasn’t the woman he wanted to end the night with—this wasn’t the way he wanted to end the night. He’d wanted to be with Mieke, having sex with her, but now she was being taken by two strangers, and he was…

                His mind stopped. His head was still pressed against the dark-haired woman’s chest, but now he could feel something else: someone pulling at his jeans, the ones he hadn’t been able to fasten correctly because seeing Mieke being forced had distracted from it. Now they were undone again, and his briefs were pulled down, and…

                He had to open his mouth to gasp: a hand was stroking his cock, trying to get it hard again… and succeeding. Aivar could only guess it was the woman with the bob cut working him. As for the dark-haired woman, she must have felt his breath over her bosom, for she immediately shoved one of her breasts inside Aivar’s mouth.

                Aivar wriggled under the women’s hands. His cock was starting to get really hard again even if he didn’t want to. Also, the dark-haired woman kept on feeding him his tits every time he opened his mouth to gasp for air. Before long, he felt completely powerless and at the mercy of the women. His body was lowered and all of a sudden he was laying on the floor, his dick erect again, pointing towards the ceiling. It was then he saw the woman with the bob cut. She lifted her skirt, showing her naked, hairy pussy, and then walked to where Aivar was laying. The last thing Aivar saw was the girl practically impaling herself on his cock, pushing it inside her so it reached to the depths of her pussy—

                The reason he couldn’t see was because then his vision was blocked by another cunt, this time fully shaved. The dark-haired girl practically sat on Aivar’s face, her snatch already leaking. Aivar couldn’t breathe: all he saw was the warm darkness of the other woman’s flesh, and he felt her fluids all over his face. He tried to open his mouth to get some air, but he could just taste the woman. He basically started licking and lapping at her entrance out of desperation. Meanwhile, he could also feel the pressure around his cock as the other girl bounced on it, never letting it leave her cunt fully. She rode Aivar in such a wild way that even if he didn’t really want it and had already had a powerful orgasm with Mieke, it wasn’t long before he came yet once more in one evening, spilling all his seed now inside this unknown pussy. He also felt her cumming, because her cunt was as slick and slippery as Mieke’s had been. She was not the only one releasing, for all of a sudden Aivar’s face was flooded with juices. The dark-haired girl had reached her peak too. Aivar couldn’t really move, so he swallowed all of those fluids, with an unmistakable feminine taste, but yet so different from his Mieke’s…

                It seemed the girls wanted to stay on top of him, basking on the afterglow, but Aivar wiggled and struggled underneath them—whether he shoved the girls aside or they moved, he didn’t know. Yet, Aivar got up once again, and fastening his jeans and wiping his face from all the female juices as well as he could, he walked to the place where he knew Mieke was.

                Now there was a crowd composed of, it seemed, every single man in the movie theater: tall, short, bulky, slender, muscled, average. They all formed a tight-knit wall. Aivar tried to find a way to get through them, but none of them would budge no matter how hard Aivar pushed against them or tried to pull them away—if he tried to pull a skinny man away, the ones at his side would turn against Aivar, both at the same time. In the end, the only thing Aivar could do was look at whatever was going on over the shoulders of the men—

                Mieke was in the middle of that circle of males. She was still being fucked, but this time the slender man was the one shoving his dick in her mouth, while the other man was now penetrating her pussy. They were all thrusting and moving at full speed, so Aivar guessed their orgasm was not so far away.

                “Oh yeah!” the man who was fucking Mieke’s snatch came first, and discharged all his semen inside the girl before shouting: “Hey! That’s the third load she’s received today!”

                “Are you not counting the ones inside her mouth? Oh yeah!” the slender man exclaimed as he also released, filling Mieke’s mouth with cum. Aivar could hear her cough, but the slender man didn’t move.

                “I ain’t budging until you swallow,” he ordered.

                Aivar could see a small bulge form, outline in Mieke’s neck—and then she fell down to the floor, limp as a rag doll. The two men withdrew—but Aivar couldn’t even move forward, for soon there were other men taking the place of the others. They were four this time. They easily moved Mieke’s light body around. One of them, fully naked, his hair short, dark and neat, laid down on the floor. The others placed the girl’s body over him, as if he’d been some sort of a cushion. Then, another fully naked man, blonde and long-haired, knelt in front of the couple, and opened Mieke’s legs. A balding man who’d only gotten his dick out his pants and a redheaded man, naked from the waist down, placed themselves near Mieke’s head.

                Aivar almost screamed when he saw what was going to happen.

                Mieke was going to be double penetrated.

                “Yo, is her asshole slippery too?” the blonde asked the dark-haired man.

                “I’ll just be real slow…” the other man answered.

                Aivar couldn’t take his eyes away from the scene. He watched as the cock of the dark-haired man (an average rod, not too big, not too small) started widening Mieke’s tight anal cavity. Meanwhile, the blonde man started penetrating the girl slowly as well.

                “Let’s do it at the same time, man.”

                Aivar watched as Mieke’s eyes opened as she felt both her holes being invaded—and then both guys were inside her, and the girl was about to scream—but she couldn’t, because the redhead shoved his cock inside her mouth. The balding guy didn’t lose time either: he grabbed Mieke’s hand and wrapped it around his own shaft. Mieke, looking as if she needed something to hold on to, started moving her hand, jerking the guy off as if by instinct—

                And then the fucking began. The four guys moved in perfect synchronicity, giving Mieke’s body their own rhythms. The two cocks in her crotch area almost touched each other, the only sound that came out of her throat were sloppy swallowing sounds, and her hand moved following the thrusts from all the men. She was being used as a blow-up doll.

                Aivar turned around to face the seats in the movie theater—everyone had forgotten about the movie. The people that weren’t surrounding Mieke were all staring at the lustful scene: Aivar could see many girls who had unbuttoned their shirts and were massaging their breasts, sometimes even revealing them. Others were slumped in their seats, their hands moving inside their pants. The few men that were not crowded around Mieke had their cocks out, and were also rubbing them. Mieke was the show, and everyone was enjoying it.

                Aivar’s eyes went back to the scene. Both the blonde and the redhead had changed their strokes: they were now pulling almost their whole cocks out Mieke’s mouth and pussy, just leaving the tip in. Aivar could see the length of their rods glistening with fluids and saliva, two shiny meat poles that would then disappear inside Mieke’s body again. Meanwhile, the guy who has fucking her ass and the one who was getting a handjob still kept their thrusts short and fast—the latter guy would eventually stretch out his hand and squeeze one of Mieke’s breasts or play with her nipple. The men’s cocks started leaking precum and became more slippery, and that was when they sped up the pace.

                The blonde came first. He arched back and let out a scream and he spilled the fourth load of cum inside Mieke’s pussy. He then withdrew, and Aivar could see how white liquid spilled from between his girl’s legs—abundantly. She was overflowing with semen. Then came the redhead, who also released all his seed inside Mieke’s mouth—Aivar could see, once again how her throat moved as she swallowed.

                The balding man who was getting the handjob and the guy who was fucking Mieke’s ass also seemed close to completion—the balding man then started arching, and said: “Let’s paint the girl white. I want those tits.”

                Aivar watched as the balding guy walked towards Mieke’s chest, his cock (stumpy but thick, as its owner) firmly in his hand. At that moment, the guy who was underneath Mieke came as well, filling her ass with cum. He then slipped out, leaving her with a gaping asshole and white liquid leaking from it as well…

                He didn’t bother with Mieke, who was still laying there, on her back—but there was still more to go. The balding man seemed to have been waiting for his chance. As soon as he was the only one left with the girl, he started massaging and rubbing one of her breasts while jerking off—and he didn’t last long. Pretty soon he was cumming all over Mieke’s breasts—

                And he was not the only one. When he finished, Aivar saw the circle of men closing over his girl. Now all the men had their pants down or their dicks out, and they were furiously stroking themselves, and—

                Cum rained on Mieke’s body as every single man reached their orgasm. Her pussy, her face, her taut stomach—everything ended up coated with white fluids. Aivar could only watch, half-dizzy, lost, in disbelief, as all the men in the movie theater left his girl on the floor, a mess of cum, her holes used thoroughly. A cum dumpster.

                “Well,” one of the men said, “this was a great movie, yes, but I think we should go. It’s about to finish.”

                “Yeah,” another voice chimed in. “I’ve got a subway to catch.”

                Aivar saw all the people leaving the theater. He looked at his watch and made quick calculations. It would be at least twenty minutes before the movie really ended. But then again, nobody would like to be caught in a movie theater with a girl covered in cum, right?

                Aivar went and got Mieke’s discarded clothing and his jacket. He had to find something to cover her up, perhaps clean her up a bit. He knelt beside her and was about to wrap his jacket around her body when he noticed Mieke was muttering something. He leaned slightly over her to listen—and listen he did.

                Through gritted teeth, in a sort of feverish rush, Mieke was muttering: “More… more.”

                Aivar turned towards the screen he had forgotten. In the final twist of the movie, it had been revealed that Liam Neeson had actually been the sadistic murderer all along, in an attempt to make himself useful for the police force at his age and also in an attempt to bring back old religious tensions to Belfast and to get rid of the ones he thought were undesirables.

                A very good movie, indeed.

 

P.S. This is all fiction! Aivar Eljas Cartan is fugly and he can’t get any, so he wanted a handsome description of himself! And he likes to ogle at women in Lululemon tights! Girls beware! Mieke beware! On top of all, he’s a scammer that doesn’t pay for the erotic stories he commissions! Sellers beware! Scammer and pervert on the loose in Canada!