The next day was Saturday and the day that all the kids in the neighborhood went to the moms. The boys would go with their buddies, and the girls would go with their girl friends, but the guys would pick out a girl and ask her to sit with him. Then, with any luck, he could feel her up, and if she was a particularly hot chick, he might even wet his finger in her twat.
After watching his brother fucks that chick the day before, Bobby was determined to get some action. He'd sat with girls before, and even grabbed some tit, but he never got any farther than that. He knew who the hot chicks were, but there was always a big rush for them and they were taken early. Besides, he was sort of shy, and those girls usually went for the older guys, like his brothers.
On this Saturday, though, Bobby was raging with lust and he got to the movie theater early. He saw the girl; Carl had been standing in the lobby, but knew she wouldn't sit with him. Then he saw Patty. He'd heard stories about her, and if they were only half-true, she was a wild nymphomaniac.
She was a few years older than Bobby, but his cock was already bulging in his jeans so he walked right up to her.
"Hi, Patty," he said and wondered if she even knew who he was. "Will you sit with me?"
She didn't answer him right away and he almost wished that he hadn't asked her. Then she smiled and said yes. As they walked down the aisle together, Bobby hoped all the guys would see who he was with. They took a seat and waited for the lights to go down.
"You're Don and Carl's kid brother, aren't you?"
"Yeah," he said, wishing it would be dark soon so he wouldn't have to talk to her. He didn't know what to say, but he knew what he wanted to grab.
Patty made small talk until the movies started, but as soon as it did, she shut up and Bobby put his arm around her. He could smell her feminine body, a mixture of perfume and natural cunt odor. Her shoulders were narrow and bony, like the rest of her body, but Bobby had watched her big tits swaying as she walked down the halls at school, and now those giant jugs were right next to him.
When he reached around her shoulder, she leaned towards him. There was a big tit a few inches below his fingertips. Bobby swallowed hard and moved his hand towards the treasure. As soft tit-flesh welled up under his hand, his already-still cock began to throb. His fingers crept over the mountain of living sponginess and squeezed. He was careful not to do anything that would show his inexperience to this girl who had a reputation for fucking.
She was wearing a tight, cotton blouse and Bobby could feel her nipple under the sheer material. It was hard and puckered. He rolled it between his finger tips and pressed it into the pillow of tit. The more he played with her tits, the more she leaned over him.
Bobby wondered if he could go for the goodies in her lap yet, or if he should wait. Things were going well and he didn't want to blow it. He took her hand and set it down on his thigh. Then he put his own hand on her thigh. Now he could creep up to her crotch and she could do the same to him, if she wanted to.
He kept massaging her tit with one hand to keep her hot, while he neared her crotch with the other. It seemed incredibly hot between her thin thighs and he thought he could feel the humidity of her wet cunt already. She was wearing tight jeans and he knew her cunt would be well-covered. That would be a problem.
Meanwhile, her hand was was moving up his leg. The sensations she was causing in his balls almost made him jump out of his seat, but he forced himself to keep still. He even slid down a bit so his crotch would be easier for her to reach. When she did the same, Bobby felt a rush of excitement run through him.
He was feeling both her thighs sandwiching his fingers now that he was only an inch from her cunt. He covered that inch and pressed the spot where he knew her cunt was squeezed into her pants. The sponginess thrilled him. It was firmer than the flesh of her tits, but he could only poke at it with her pants covering her cunt like they were. He could just barely feel her crack.
As he pressed her twat and squeezed her tit, Patty covered his bulging crotch with her hand. She could feel his heart beating in his hard prick as she grabbed the twitching tool. Bobby was panting with lust. This was the first time anyone but himself had held his prick, and he was amazed at the effects. If they were anyplace but a crowded theater, he wouldn't have been able to stop himself from pulling his cock out and handing it to her.
As it turned out, that wasn't necessary. Bobby felt her fingers grab the zipper that would unleash his pounding pud. He looked from side to side to see if anyone would see what was going on. There were some people sitting in their row, but they were busy grabbing and feeling each other.
He felt his jeans loosen as she lowered his zipper. Her slim, but strong fingers entered his fly and found his fat cock-head. Bobby almost creamed on the spot when he felt her touch the hot knob. He wiggled around in his seat to help her free his tool. It didn't take her long to have his prick sticking straight out with her hand wrapped tightly around it.
Bobby no longer cared if anyone saw what was going on. He even wished his brothers could see the action he was getting. He fumbled at Patty's pants, trying to open them, but he was so excited from having her hold his prick that he couldn't figure out how to do it. She popped the button opened herself with a deft movement. Now her cunt was available to his probing fingers.
Bobby slid his hand down her belly and inside her opened jeans. He felt the top of her bikini panties and tucked his fingers under it. Moving down another inch, he felt curly hairs bristling at his fingers. He couldn't believe it! Here he was with his hand touching a real, live cunt. And right in the movies!
He shoved his hand in farther, but it was getting light. He was already below the bottom of her zipper. He had to reach the crack, though, so he pushed his hand down with all his might until his middle finger found the top corner of her puffy gash.
"Lower," Patty whispered hoarsely.
Bobby shoved harder as the girl wiggled around in her seat. His wrist was hurting already, but he wanted to feel the living wetness of her pussy. They struggled until Bobby's finger was held in the envelope of her cunt-lips. Now he had reached the well of the slippery juice that was oozing from her and he could move his fingertip around without much trouble.
Bobby had heard of the magic button that could make a girl writhe with pleasure until she came just like a guy. He wanted to find that button and drive this chick wild. She was sending waves of ecstasy through him and he wanted to do his share.
He found her inner twat-lips and played with them for a while. It wasn't until he followed those lips to the spot where they met at the top of her pussy that he knew he had found the button. There was a puckered area of skin with a hard kernel buried in it, and when he pressed that kernel, Patty began shaking in her seat.
Now that she was vibrating with lust, she began doing wonderful things to his prick. She had been holding it until then, but now her fingers came alive. They crawled over the taut skin of his cock-head and slid down the shaft, scraping gently with her long nails. Bobby was dizzy with passion and he continued stirring her clit.
The two kids sat there working on each other for all they were worth. Patty was trying to muffle strange noises that were escaping from her throat, and Bobby was panting as if he'd just run a mile. He forgot that he was in a movie theater when his brain began short-circuiting with ecstasy. His cock was going to explode like it never had before.
His head fell back as thick jism began flying from his tool like a wildcat oil well. As his hips pumped and his legs shook, he kept up his clit-massaging because he could still heat Patty moaning like a wounded animal. In a minute it was all over. They went limp in their seats, and aside from their heaving chests and a few post orgasmic twitches, they weren't still.
Bobby pulled his hand out of Patty's pants and put his cock away. He was afraid to look around tar see what the reaction of the people around them might be. Suddenly, he felt a hand on his shoulder, and it wasn't a light feminine touch. His shirt was yanked hard and twisted. Bobby looked up and saw Bull Clark staring down at him from the row behind them. It occurred to him that he had seen Bull and Patty together a lot. He knew he was in trouble, and wondered where his brothers were now that he needed them.
"I been lookin' for you, Patty," Bull said. "Who's this punk?"
Bobby had gotten his rocks off and now he wished he could just fade away, but the hand on his shoulder wasn't letting go. People were beginning to shush Bull, some were even yelling for him to be quiet, but he kept carrying on.
"For Christ sake, Bull, shut up," Patty was saying in a hushed voice.
The girl got up and began dragging Bull down the row towards the aisle. He was still holding onto Bobby's shirt and he was getting dragged along. Bull finally let him go and Bobby crept back to his seat. Patty got Bull out of there and Bobby wondered what was in store for him when he left the theater. He tried to forget everything but the way Patty's cunt had felt to him. And the way her hand had played with his cock.
Sitting there in the dark, Bobby was lost to everything but his memory. If Bull was going to be waiting for him outside, he didn't care. He'd wet his finger in Patty's cunt and that was all that mattered. He lifted his finger to his nose and sniffed it. The odor of sweet pussy-juice filled his head.
When the movie ended, Bobby looked around for his brothers. He hadn't seen them before the lights went out, but they usually came to the show on Saturdays to grab some tit. First he spotted Carl with Jane. Then he saw Don, too. He rushed to them so he would have some protection if Bull were waiting for him.
"What was all that commotion?" Carl asked Don.
"I don't know," Don said. "I think it was that big, dumb guy, Bull, having a fight with his girl friend. I wouldn't want to mess with him."
Bobby hated to hear that, but he had to tell his brothers about his success.
"That was Bull. I was sitting with Patty and he came over and started dragging her out and tugging on my shirt. Hey, he ripped it," Bobby said as he examined his sleeve.
His brothers were looking at him in astonishment. He felt proud to be the center of attraction even though he was scared that they would have to deal with Bull. They were leaving the theater and Bobby was walking with Carl and Jane on one side and Don on the other. Bull didn't seem to be around, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Don't you know any better than to sit with Bull's girl friend?" Don asked.
"Well, she was standing in the lobby all alone and she looked so good I couldn't resist," he said, feeling like a big stud.
"Did you get much?" Carl asked.
Jane was still walking with them, so Bobby didn't want to go into details, but he said, "Do you want to smell my finger?"
Carl immediately grabbed his hand and smelled it.
"Hey, the punk finally cracked a cunt," he said. "Congratulations, kid."
Bobby didn't want Jane to know it was the first time he'd fingered a chick's patch, but in the light of his glorious success he felt like he was floating.
They all headed over to the soda shop and for the first time Bobby didn't feel like he was merely tagging along. When they went in, the first thing Bobby noticed was Bull and Patty sitting together in a booth. They saw him, too, and they saw he was with his two brothers. Bobby figured that as long as he had them around, he would be safe.
Carl, Jane, Don and him all sat together. They talked about the movie, but Bobby realized that he hadn't the faintest idea what it had been about. Such was the power of sex! Bobby saw Bull and Patty get up and walk out. As he watched Patty's denim-clad ass swaying out, he sniffed his finger once again and felt his cock harden. He was on the right track, he realized, and he would have to keep plugging until he got his cock into a juicy pussy.