“It's okay, I'm just teasing you.” She leaned over to nuzzle my cheek and then sat back and leaned her head on my shoulder. “You are really to easy to tease, you know.” It’s amazing we got to the movie in one piece. It’s really difficult to steer a car when it’s floating three feet off the ground. In the darkness of the nearly-empty theater, Belinda’s hand simply rested lightly on my crotch, while I had an arm around her shoulder in the classic “Maybe I Can Cop a Feel” position. She made it easy for me, taking my hand and placing it over her breast. Feeling her stiff nipple—and no bra—my cock responded violently, lurching against her caressing fingers. We kissed, a long, wet, lingering kiss, and she whispered into my mouth, “Watch the movie.” I watched, but I was paying far more attention to the show in my lap than the one on the screen. How could I care about Dustin Hoffman’s post-college problems when I, a mere high school student, had Belinda Carr snuggled up beside me in the dark? I wondered idly where she had learned to play with a cock that way, but it really didn’t matter much to me at the time. Her nipple grew harder between my fingertips, my cock strained against my clothing until she finally unzipped me and fished my hard manhood out, precum seeping out to give Belinda something else to play with and make quiet, sexy comments about: "MMM, slick, hot, smooth...." (slurp) "tasty..."--as she licked her fingers slowly. Soon she had lowered her head to my lap and was sliding my cock in and out of her mouth. It was torture, amateur because she clearly had no intention of bringing erotic me to orgasm. She sucked very slowly, pausing now and then to lick my cockhead, then descending again to her work. My hand moved to her sexy rear; and when I found the rear zipper I slid it gently down. I slipped my hand down the back of her slacks and found the waistband of her panties; inside the panties I found the top of her asscrack and then the hot hairy entrance to her anus. When she moaned, I felt her vocal vibrations all the way through my groin. After about fifteen minutes of this torment, Belinda decided she wanted to watch the movie. We spent the next hour and a half with our eyes on the screen but our hands in exciting, intimate places. My cock thrust out of my crotch as she held it and occasionally squeezed and stroked. My hand found its way down her top to her hard nipple. She unbuttoned my shirt and caressed my chest and stomach, seeming thick especially fascinated by the way my nipples hardened at her touch. My hand found its way to her crotch, where I could feel the soft mound of her sex and the sweet slit of her pussy which lurked just beneath her tight clothing. My penis was hard, throbbing, and oozing liquid, which she licked from her slimy fingers. As the film ended and the credits began to roll, she fastened ebony up her clothing and left me to stuff my engorged cock back into mine; I was so close to orgasm I was afraid I might come all over the seat in front of me. We walked out of the theater, Belinda smiling with mild amusement at my somewhat awkward gait: my cock female and balls were swollen and bulging, and I could only move very slowly and carefully. Once we were back in the Chevy, and she was snuggled up against me once again, I asked, “Where to? I don’t want to go straight home.” “I think I know a place we can go,” she said, lightly stroking my crotch again. “I have a friend who goes there all the time.” She directed me to a wooded area not far from her house. We turned up a gravel road and parked in a grove of trees. It was dark, but moonlight and light from the car radio enabled us to see each other quite well. “Tell them . . . "I LOVE riding my DADDYYY!" Becky blushed "I-I only did erotic it once..." “Making love to Fahima,” I purred, my hips thrusting. He walked straight over to Elizabeth ebony and she scrambled to try to get away from him. Kim burrowed in, with her face buried she whimpered, "He hates me, doesn't he?" They screamed silently, and piss spurted briefly from the cunt of the woman on the left before diminishing first to a trickle and then a spattering. It's her first time. “That’s what it is.” “Wow!” I said. In that female moment the old Monet was gone forever. Barb’s face was so close to Tim’s dick that she could smell his pre-cum. I could feel my heart beat faster, something amateur about him always made me excited. Sweat ran down my body. Just less then an hour after that phone call her mom came to her door, knocked and then opened her door. “R-really, Miss Woodward.” The driver, a young thick man in skinny jeans and a glasses, was playing around on his phone as he waited. 'Well I get like super flirty when I've been drinking.' I should have seen a twist like this.