Wherein a Night at the Movies becomes a tourist vacation with a slant
Author's note
: this is part 10 of a 12-part story arc which I've put under Group Sex (see Chapter 1). Like all my stories, it begins with character development and in this case, over several chapters. The chapters can have the elements of a number of different categories and I will try to give advance warning. This one is primarily Group, Bi/Lesbian and a lot of Nonsexual touristy-type story. And a gentle reminder: this is all Fiction – Willing Suspension of Disbelief recommended...
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"Sunday Night at the Movies" would never be the same.
Rather than get back into our soirée clothes, Jerry produced plush bathrobes for all of us women and we trooped back into the house and up to the movie theatre. I'm not sure who arranged the seating but the center of the front row was me, Pam, Sandy and Vicki, in that order. Jerry must have been remembering Sandy's first introduction to the theatre because everybody else was spread out at least two rows behind us.
I will give Pam credit. She made it through my movie without raping anyone.
She was seriously jilling and got off a couple of times, as far as I could tell, and Vicki was gently doing herself, but with a more critical eye towards the movie as a movie, I think. Sandy was the one having the problem, sitting between Pam and Vicki. I don't think she could make up her mind which one she wanted to go after first – which may actually have saved the day.
When the end credits rolled, Pam took a deep breath and let it out in one long sigh, then turned to me and took my face in her hands, drawing me into a kiss – which was not at all unwelcome. However, she was ramping me up like crazy and I'm sure she was headed toward another cum herself when she realized she needed to back off.
Still holding my face, she backed away until we could look each other in the eye, and then she told me, "That... was... hot." Actually, she didn't say it as much as she breathed it – with conviction.
Sandy was squirming and watching us, and I was amazed at the self-control she was exhibiting. I was a bit more surprised when Dr. Pam asked, "where's my purse?" I guess it was Vicki's job to keep track of it, because she handed it to Pam, who then proceeded to rummage through it, finally withdrawing a folded sheet of paper.
"Jerry!" she said, holding it up. "Papers and shots!"
I started laughing. "Somebody warned you," I managed to chuckle.
"That would be Vicki," Pam told me. "She thought it might be important."
Jerry came down in front to get the paper from Pam, glanced at it briefly then smiled and handed it back. "Leave it to a porn star and a nurse," he cracked. "Very thorough."
"Thank you," Pam told him. "Want to fuck?"
"Want to be in movies?" he joked back. Except, she wasn't joking.
"You bet," she told him flat out. "Wherever that was shot will be just fine."
"Would you like to see the second film before we adjourn?" Jerry asked. That got Pam indecisive. She ended up turning to me.
"I don't know... do I?" she asked me.
"It stars Sandy," I mentioned. "It could be worthwhile... and instructional."
"Okay..." she drawled. "The second film it is."
At that point, Sandy got up and walked to the end of the row and sat down.
"What are you doing down there?" Dr. Pam asked, genuinely confused.
"Keeping myself from raping one or both of you. Or all three, if I could reach Beth," she told us.
Pam got this look on her face that was part confusion, part exasperation and all lust.
"Get back here!" she told Sandy. Vicki was just looking down and smiling, shaking her head slightly.
Sandy tentatively moved back down to her original seat. As soon as she sat down, Pam sprang at her. Or at least, that's what it looked like from my angle. Pam basically turned into her and took her into a kiss very much like she had done with me, and Sandy was right with her, melting into it. Until Vicki reached inside Sandy's bathrobe. I was sure Sandy was going to achieve orbit.
"OHMYFUCKINGGOD!!!" she cried through Pam's kiss. She was writhing around like a fish on a stringer, while Vicki kept doing whatever it was she was doing that was driving Sandy crazy. Then, from the cries and moans, I figured Sandy was getting off – repeatedly.
Jerry must have let them go at it for a good five minutes, maybe more, before he politely called out, "Next one's up! You might want to watch the screen..." and the lights dimmed. In the glow of the video playing on the screen, Sandy was panting hard and looked like she'd been through a wringer after Pam and Vicki eased up and turned their attention to the screen.
"You bitches," I heard Sandy mutter. "You lovely, sneaky bitches..."
On the screen, Sandra was becoming Sandy as she was secured to the bench, legs spread and clover clamps applied. Vicki was watching with amusement, but to say that Pam was riveted would be a severe understatement. She was glued to the scene, her hand in her crotch, while Jerry inserted first the butt plug and screwed it in to adjust it, and then the inflatable dog cock, after he'd shown it to the me on the screen.
"Oh, Lord..." I heard Pam mutter softly as she watched. And then some serious jilling started as her imagination took over and she watched Jerry using the Magic Wand on Sandy, virtually without mercy, moving up onto her clit until she came and then back down from it, repeatedly.
But when Ron wheeled in the crane-like thing and Jerry attached the Wand to it, Pam went over.
"Oh, my God..." was all she whimpered, but I could see her jerking and spasming from the orgasms. I presume plural because she'd calm down a little and then start jerking again.
