After leaving her brother, Stacy walked the few blocks to the local movie house and got there just in time for the second feature, something about giant toads invading California. She didn't care what the movie was about. She seldom paid attention.
Just as Mark had his peeping game, Stacy had her movie game. It had begun two years ago. She remembered vividly how it got started.
Stacy had been watching a movie, intent on the screen, when a man quietly sat down beside her.
She paid him no attention till she felt his hand creeping up her leg. She glanced at him then and saw an attractive but shy fellow in his mid twenties. He was looking at her longingly.
Stacy knew she should tell him to keep his hands to himself, but she liked what he was doing, so she pretended not to notice. She just sat there and looked at the screen and let him feel her up.
The young man wasn't very skilled, but when Stacy offered no resistance, he slipped his hand inside her panties and eventually brought her off by playing with her slit. Stacy enjoyed it enormously. She discovered that she was highly sexed.
After that she had many adventures at the movies. She met many men who were more skilled with their fingers, many who would eat her pussy, she lost her virginity in the balcony of her favorite theater. She also learned to initiate some of the action herself.
Stacy liked making it in the movies because it was so uncomplicated. It took place in dim light, so that the guy couldn't recognize her on the streets. She would never have to see him again. Also she got a great variety of partners.
Unlike most teenage girls, Stacy wasn't interested in love. She was just interested in getting it on.
Tonight, after sneaking out of the Jordans' house, she chose her favorite place in the theater, towards the back of a side aisle. She'd learned that most singe men sat there, the lonely ones who were trying to pick up girls. She sat down and pretended to be absorbed in the movie.
It never took long to attract someone. Stacy was young, blonde, and very pretty, an enticing target. Presently she noticed movement out of the corner of her eye and felt someone slide into the seat next to her.
Stacy glanced at him very briefly. She'd learned to do that, to avoid disappointment later. This guy was very old, maybe sixty, and his clothes were crummy. No go. She frowned at him, and he got up and moved.
Like her brother, Stacy was pretty choosy about who she made out with.
She waited, and presently someone else sat down next to her, a young guy in jeans and leather jacket. He looked sort of tough, but Stacy liked the tough ones. After giving him a seemingly absent-minded glance, she turned back to the screen.
It wasn't long before she felt his hand on her knee. Hot excitement coursed through her body, and she felt a sudden moistening and swelling, in her pussy. This guy was willing, and they were going to have a lot of fun.
But by now, after two years experience, Stacy had developed some variations, some games, that made the whole thing a lot more exciting. Straight groping didn't interest her any more. She waited a moment, till the guy began to move his hand stealthily up her leg, and then she turned and glared at him.
"Take your hand off my leg, you creep," she whispered, "or I'll call the manager."
The guy gave her a sheepish grin and jerked his hand away.
Stacy turned to the movie again, smiling slightly, and settled deeper into her seat, so that her elbow brushed his. She pretended to do it unconsciously, and she slowly pressed harder.
The guy couldn't resist. Her very touch was turning him on, and after a moment, when he thought she was absorbed in the movie, he risked touching her knee again. This time Stacy let him inch his fingers slowly up under her skirt till he reached mid-thigh.
She stared at the screen – the giant toads had just eaten San Francisco and were heading south – with her mouth slightly open and her eyes wide, as if utterly lost in the movie. The guy moved his hand again, his fingers almost touching the moist steamy crotch of her panties.
Stacy whirled on him, glaring, outraged.
"Are you some kind of pervert?" she said. "Leave me alone!"
"Aw, baby," he whined. "I'm just having a little fun."
"Leave me alone," she repeated, "or I'll report you, you sickle."
Reluctantly the man drew his hand out from under her skirt. Stacy smiled to herself, well satisfied with the way things were going so far. She liked to whip her partners' lust to a fever pitch, to taunt and tease them till they couldn't control themselves.
She knew how warm and silky her legs were, how wet heat radiated from her pussy. She knew how excited the guy had been when he was so close to touching her panties. She was excited, too, creaming right through her crotch, but she knew the fun would be magnified if she made him wait.
As the giant toads demolished Cannel, Stacy went into her next routine. She was wearing a low-cut blouse, and she pretended to drop a piece of popcorn down the front of it.
"Oh, damn," she murmured.
She unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse and thrust her hand down the front, fumbling for the lost item. Unsuccessful, she undid two more buttons. She could feel the guy's eyes burning on her.
"Damn thing," she said.
She wasn't wearing a bra, so when she undid the final button and opened her blouse, he had an unrestricted view of her plump ripe pointy tits. She heard his sharp lusty intake of breath.
Carefully, as if still searching, she drew the front of her blouse fully open and looked down at herself. He was looking, too. She could feel his hot breath fanning her bare chest. She looked at her pretty round tits with their small pointed pink nipples, knowing the sight was driving him wild.
"Can't find it," she sighed.
Then she merely folded the blouse over her tits without bothering to button it again. She went back to staring at the movie, looking completely absorbed in it.
It took him about one minute to slide his arm behind her seat and bring his hand down over her right shoulder. He did it very cautiously, and if Stacy hadn't been alert for the maneuver, she might not have noticed. He carefully moved her blouse under his fingers, trying to expose her right breast.
Stacy allowed him to do it, munching popcorn and gawking at the screen. She felt the stuffy air of the theater on her bare tit. She knew he was getting an eyeful, ogling that sweet upturned boob with its delicate little pink nipple.
She also knew he wouldn't be content with just looking.
Sure enough, after five minutes in which his breathing became steadily harder and hotter, he suddenly made his move. Stacy saw it as a dark blur, his head dipping down in front of her – and then she felt his wet hot mouth sucking in her nipple.
Dizzying pleasure streaked through her body, and she felt herself creaming right through her panties. Her were very sensitive, and she loved having her nipples sucked. She allowed herself to enjoy it for a brief moment.
He was good, knew what he was doing. He sucked in the whole rigid nipple and tickled the tender tip with his tongue. He sucked like a hungry baby, bathing her sensitive flesh with his saliva. As he sucked, his hand went to her leg again.
Stacy straightened up and said in a chilling voice, "That does it, you creep. I'm going to go find the manager."
The guy jerked away from her as if slapped. He really looked nervous. "I'm sorry," he said quickly. "I just got carried away… I won't bother you again, I promise… only don't tell anybody."
Stacy eyed him coldly for a long moment, letting him squirm, then turned away, folding her blouse over her bare tit. She didn't button it. Let him sit there and imagine her pert round boobs, so near and yet so far.
She could barely contain her glee. Cock-teasing was her favorite game.
She watched the screen, but she could almost see the poor bastard seething next to her, wanting her, writhing in frustration. She imagined the cock stand he must have by now, and she felt her whole belly melting with horny excitement.
The next step would be the most fun of all.
Stacy let almost five minutes pass, long enough to torture him but not long enough to make him give up. Then, eyes still glued to the screen, she absently let her hand trail off the arm rest and onto his thigh.
The guy flinched – she could see the sharp movement out of the corner of her eye. He gawked at her, but she looked perfectly innocent, unaware of what she'd done. She didn't even seem to notice him. He grinned and settled back.
The giant toads were approaching Los Angeles, trashing the freeways, as Stacy slowly began to move her hot little hand up the guy's right thigh. She could feel his leg trembling under the rough cloth of his jeans. Her movement was subtle, light, as if she didn't know what she was doing, as if she'd mistaken his hard-muscled leg for the arm rest.
At last the tips of her fingers were touching his crotch. She felt a rock-hard throbbing bulge there, a straining hard-on. She grinned to herself. This guy was in for a really big surprise.
She gently slipped her whole hand over the lewdly bulging lump of his crotch and let it rest there lightly. The guy was trembling now, breathing loudly and raggedly. He couldn't restrain himself. He clapped his hand onto hers and pressed it eagerly to his crotch.
Stacy whirled and gave him a look calculated to freeze his balls. He took his hand away. He stared at her, then blinked and settled back in his seat. At last he understood.
Stacy kept her hand just where it was, and he didn't interfere again. It took men a long time to understand how she wanted to play the game, but most of them finally realized that this innocent looking snub-nosed teenager wanted to be the aggressor, wanted to call the shots. If they wanted any action, they had to play it her way.
Now that he understood, she could get on to the part she liked best, driving him wild. She let her hand rest on his enormous bulging crotch for awhile, then absently seized the zipper of his fly and began tugging it down.
The guy trembled and breathed very loudly. Stacy really enjoyed this part. She allowed a whole minute for unzipping his fly and opening his pants, and all the while she kept her eyes on the screen. The guy had no idea what she was up to, but he didn't dare protest. He had to do it her way or not at all.
When she finally had his pants open, she slipped her hand inside and touched his prick. Lots of times men came right then and there, overexcited, shooting their wad in her hand. To her relief, this one managed to hold out. As her hot little hand closed around his stiff, pulsing prick, he flinched and moaned, but he didn't come.
Carefully, never looking his way, Stacy drew his erect cock out of his pants. It sprang eagerly out of its confinement, standing straight up in his lap, weaving lewdly. Stacy took a look. It was a nice one, about six inches long and pretty thick, with a big knob of a head.
She looked at the guy. His eyes were glazed, focused on her, and he didn't change expression or say a word. His mind was blown. He was completely in her power.
With a haughty glance she turned back to the movie, just letting his cock stand there, obscenely exposed, waving slightly. She folded her hands primly in her lap. She wanted to test the guy's nerve and determination. The usher might come by at any moment and catch him with his cock out, or some patron might complain. Would he chicken out?
No, he waited, staring at her, pleading with his eyes. He knew now that he mustn't touch her or say anything, but his eyes begged. Meanwhile on the screen the giant toads were wrecking L.A. while the National Guard made a vain attempt to destroy them. Plenty of noise, a good cover for what she was about to do.
Stacy slipped quietly off her seat, onto her knees before the guy, and plunged his erect dick into her mouth.
"Awww, JESUS," he moaned.
Fortunately there was so much noise on the screen that no one heard him. He went on whining and moaning blissfully as Stacy worked his thick swollen meat into her juicy, scorching mouth.
She'd had plenty of practice, had sucked bigger dicks than his, so she was able to take the whole thing in, till his wiry-haired balls rubbed her chin.
She slipped her hands under his hot, swollen nut sacs and began to massage them, fast and hard. The least bit more pressure and she would have hurt him, but she knew her work, knew just how rough to be. She squeezed and milked his balls while she sucked his cock.
Compressing her cheeks sharply, raising her tongue, she squeezed his pulsing dick into a tight juicy nest. She sucked his meat hard, drawing it out like elastic, letting it snap back to its normal proportions. She bathed it heavily, hotly, with her saliva.
"Ohhhh, Christ," he moaned, "oh, sweet Jesus, yes… Suck me, baby, suck my dick… Awwww, shit, that's great."
Stacy sucked hard, expertly, reducing the moaning man to horny jelly. She, too, was intensely aroused. She felt her steamy cunt cream soaking through her panties and running down her thighs. Cock sucking was just about the most exciting thing in the world to the mischievous Stacy.
She liked having that enormous power over him, controlling him through his prick, but she also just plain liked to suck cocks. She liked the fat fleshy presence in her mouth, liked the taste of his juices. This guy was really creaming, too, salty juice dribbling steadily from his hard, swollen cockhead.
Stacy eagerly swallowed every drop of his horny bubbling cream, sucking harder and harder on his jerking, throbbing meat. She kept up her rough but pleasant massage of his balls. The guy slumped lower in his seat, panting, whining.
He was out of control, his head lolling, his eyes rolling wildly, his mouth twisted into a sensual leer. As she sucked greedily and wetly on his bloated dick, he couldn't stop moaning. Fortunately the toads were still having it out with the National Guard, a deafening noise that drowned out the guy's helpless cries.
"Awwww, shit, that's good," he groaned, "so fuckin' good… Bring me off, doll… Let me come in your mouth…"
Stacy felt saliva flooding her mouth as he groaned out his request. This was what she'd been waiting for, that scalding blast of delicious, salty male come. She could never get enough of it.
She recalled the first time she'd ever blown a guy. It'd been an older man, and she usually didn't go for them, but he paid her ten bucks to "play" with him in the movies. She didn't know exactly what he wanted till he showed her. She'd handled a few pricks out of curiosity, but she'd never even dreamed of using her mouth on one.
This old guy had her get down on her knees, between his legs, and then he taught her to fondle and lick and suck his cock. At first Stacy just thought it was weird, but the moment she took his silky sausage-like prick into her mouth, she was hooked on the practice.
She remembered how good his jism had tasted, how she'd swallowed every drop and then licked his limp prick to get more. The old guy was so pleased, he gave her an extra five dollars.
Since then she'd learned a lot more, and she used all her skill on the moaning man in the leather jacket. She sucked his prick out to its full straining length, till the big bulbous head was right in her throat, and she pumped and milked his swollen nut sacs.
"Awwww, man," he whimpered, "eat me…"
She clamped her strong young throat muscles around his cock head, and the guy wailed and shot his load. Stacy opened her throat and gurgled blissfully as he sizzled load after load of delicious come into her mouth. She kept sucking till his prick shriveled and softened and slipped from her lips.
Daintily but eagerly she licked her ups of the last drops of come, then settled back into her seat as if nothing had happened. The guy lay sprawled in his seat, gawking at her with glazed eyes, his limp, wet prick resting on his thigh.
Stacy hummed with satisfaction, knowing she'd completely blown his mind. That was her idea of a good night's work at the movies – reducing a man to jelly.
Los Angeles had to be H-bombed to destroy the giant toads, but the rest of the world was saved. The movie ended, and Stacy walked primly out of the theater, her dazed partner following her meekly.
She didn't mind him following her. The game wasn't over yet. Sucking his cock had been a real turn-on, but there was a boiling need in her pussy that still had to be satisfied.
She strolled down the dark empty street, and she could hear him behind her, no doubt trying to get up his nerve and talk to her. At last he sprinted up beside her.
"Hey," he said, "I gotta talk to ya."
"About what?" Stacy said innocently.
"I… I gotta make it with you," he said. "I mean, you are really hot stuff. What you did back there in the movies… I mean, wow! I just have to get it on with you."
Stacy was secretly pleased, but she frowned at him and looked doubtful. "Well, it'll have to be awful quick," she said. "My dad's supposed to pick me up at this corner in about five minutes. He's a cop."
The guy turned pale. "Oh, Jesus," he said.
Again she was testing his nerve. She was choosy, and she only wanted the most gutsy men, the ones willing to take daring risks for their fun. Would this guy pass the test?
Stacy let her unbuttoned blouse "accidentally" fall open, and he gawked at her superb round knockers. She saw his crotch go hard and bulging.
"Oh, Christ," he said homely.
He slipped his arm around her shoulders and led her into the shadows of the nearest alley. He pushed her up against the brick wall of a building and began to paw and kiss her eagerly.
Stacy remained passive for a moment, savoring the building need in her young lusty cunt. Ever since she was twelve years old she hadn't known a time when she wasn't horny. Her maturing pussy seemed permanently swollen, wet and ready. And from the first time she ever fucked a boy, she knew she wanted to live for sex.
The guy lifted her skirt and began fumbling underneath. He wasn't a very skilled lover, and she grew impatient, writhing lustily under his touch. At last he drew down her panties and helped her to step out of them. He thrust his hot sweaty hands under her skirt again and touched the feathery puff of her muff.
"Oh, baby, baby," he moaned, leaning against her.
He rested on her, breathing hard, exploring between her legs. He touched her sensitive wet little clit, fingered her swollen moist pussylips, used the tip of his finger to rim the dripping little mouth of her cunt. He was clumsy and inexperienced, never lingering long enough. Stacy had had it.
There would be no fun in playing around with this guy. They might as well just ball. God knows she was ready. Her panties and her thighs were soaked with her juice.
Roughly she pulled his hands out from under her skirt. She drew her skirt up and tucked the hem in her belt, exposing her whole lower belly. The guy gawked at her platinum-blonde muff, a sweet little puff of glistening fur.
"Fuck me," Stacy said hoarsely, demandingly. "Hurry up, dammit. My dad will be here any minute."
He blinked, then quickly unzipped his jeans and drew out his cock. Stacy creamed furiously at the sight of it, juice streaming down her legs. His prick was just as hard and fat and swollen as it was back in the theater. She could hardly wait to get that stiff rod inside her greedy little box.
She grabbed the guy by his shoulders and pulled him up tight against her. "Hurry, hurry," she panted, "stick it in me."
"Oh, I will, baby, I will," he said breathlessly.
Stacy spread her legs wide, and he bent his knees slightly and rammed the fat hard head of his dick between her legs. She felt the big swollen head of his cock popping into the soaked hungry mouth of her cunt. She ground her pussy down on it, taking his rigid rod deep into her greedy wet twat.
"YES," she gasped, "yes, ball me, fuck meee!"
He didn't have to be urged. He began fucking her like a wild animal, slamming his thick meat furiously in and out of her. He pressed her hard against the wall, so that the rough brick tore at her clothing, but Stacy loved it. She almost fainted with pleasure as his thick hard dick seared swiftly in and out of her famished little cunt.
"Yeah, do it to me," she wailed, digging her nails into his shoulders. "Stick it to me, hard, HARD, motherfucker… Yeah, that's GOOD!"
She must have been hard up, because she felt herself coming almost instantly. After a week without sex it wasn't difficult for her to climax again and again. She wrapped her legs around his waist and let him ball her ferociously, slamming his hard cock-head against her tender womb.
"Deeper," she whined. "Harder, you bastard, harder!"
She must have come half a dozen times, the poor guy panting and dripping with sweat, trying to please her – but it was impossible for one man, one cock, to satisfy Stacy's endless lust. At last he moaned hoarsely and shot his sizzling load into her.
Stacy sighed wistfully. Sometimes she wondered if she'd ever get enough.
The guy withdrew, staggering back against the opposite wall, and Stacy lowered her skirt, picked up her panties and put them in her pocket. She hoped he wouldn't give her any trouble about leaving. Once she'd had a guy at the movies, she didn't want to see him again.
Just then a prowl car cruised by, and Stacy took advantage of the coincidence.
"There's my dad," she said.
The guy split down the alley. Grinning, Stacy hurried home, anxious now to see Mark and compare adventures.
She found her brother lolling on his bed, smoking a forbidden cigarette, looking impatient.
"Where the hell you been?" he said. "I got back an hour ago."
Stacy sat down on the bed and grinned. "It was a long movie," she said. "Did you score?"
Mark grinned, too. "I sure did. It was a really great night. How about you?"
"Me, too," said his sister. "Not half bad. You know, Mark, maybe it won't be so bad after all, moving in with Bill and Karen."
"Yeah, except they keep watching us like hawks," said Mark. "It's not like with Mom – she was too busy to patrol us. With them we have to sneak around all the time."
"Well, there's a solution to that," Stacy said, grinning wickedly. "All we have to do is get it on with them."
"Oh, wow," said Mark, "I could go for that. Think we could bring it off?"
"We can try," said Stacy.
"Right," Mark chuckled. "We can try." Brother and sister shook hands on it.