The movie was almost over, but Peg still didn't know what was going on. And she was the one who wanted to see this film Jim wanted to see the western playing next door.
But Peg hadn't particularly wanted to see a movie anyhow. She just wanted to get fucked.
Jim wasn't as interested in fucking as she was. And she'd been especially eager for sex lately. If only they could have fucked before the movie, Peg might be able to relax and enjoy it.
Peg looked over at the man sitting next to her. In the light reflected from the screen Jim looked as handsome as ever. And looking at him made Peg's cunt run with hot, sweet juice.
Jim saw Peg looking at him. He turned and smiled at her. Then he put one hand on her bare knee. Peg gasped when she felt his hand. She grabbed it and slid it further up her thigh. Her short skirt moved up as she pulled Jim's hand almost to her cunt. But his elbow hit the back of the seat and his hand stopped before reaching the plump mound of her cunt.
Jim looked at Peg with puzzlement on his face. It wasn't usual for her to try to get his hand on her cunt in a crowded movie theater.
"What's up?" he whispered.
"I'm horny as hell!" Peg said.
Jim looked at Peg as though she were nuts. Why couldn't he understand, she wondered?
"Are you really interested in this movie?" Peg asked him.
"Well, I do want to see the rest of it, if that's what you mean," Jim said.
"Sh-h-h-h-h-h," someone behind them hissed.
Peg sat back in her seat and faced the screen. Just her luck to be dying of horniness and being shut in a movie theater with a guy who wanted to stay to see the end of a dull film.
As she stewed in the heat of her lust, Peg began moving her hand up one of her thighs. She didn't want Jim to see what she was up to, so she moved her hand very slowly.
Finally, her fingers reached the wet crotch of her panties. She wasn't surprised to find the nylon between her legs soaked with her juice. She'd been dying for a fucking ever since Jim picked her up that evening.
Peg fucked her fingers into the leg-hole of her panties and slid them through the tangled hair. A gasp escaped from her lips even though she was trying to keep her actions a secret.
Then, biting on her lip to keep quiet, she dipped a few fingertips into the drooling slot of her cunt.
The seat to her right was empty, and Jim was engrossed in the movie. Peg thought she could get away with jerking off right there in her seat.
Her middle finger inserted itself in the entrance to her flowing tunnel. Her index finger found the hard kernel of her clit. Then she began wiggling the fingers like she did when she jerked off at home. But she did it more slowly and gently now. After all, if she jerked off just like she did at home the whole audience would immediately know what was going on.
Peg drew in a deep breath through her nostrils as she began to feel the exquisite sensations of masturbation. She lifted her other hand to her mouth to muffle any sounds that she might make.
"M-mf," she grunted quietly into her hand as she pressed a little harder on her clit.
Peg looked out of the corner of her eye to see if she had attracted Jim's attention. But he was still staring intently at the screen.
Now Peg was getting braver. She pressed her hand farther up into her crotch. She added her middle finger to the finger she already had up her cunt. And she put her thumb on her clit to take over where the index finger had left off.
With two fingers up her snatch, Peg could pretend that it was a stiff prick in there. And she began to slide them in and out with as much speed as she dared under the circumstances.
"Ah-h-h-h-h," she sighed as quietly as she could.
But this time Jim's attention was attracted. Peg saw him look over at her. Then his eyes were drawn to her lap. He stared down there for several seconds. After all, it wasn't a sight he expected to see, and at first he couldn't believe what he saw.
"For Christ's sake!" he whispered. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
"I told you I was horny!" Peg whispered back at him. "I can't help it."
Then Peg saw Jim's head swivel around to see if anyone else had noticed what was going on. Peg smiled at Jim's concern for her modesty. And Peg was glad to find that she didn't care at all if anyone else knew what she was doing. She didn't care if the whole audience knew.
"Oooooo," she moaned. It was louder than any other sound she'd made so far.
"Goddamn it!" Jim hissed. "At least you can try to be quiet."
By this time Peg was shaking in her seat. Jim could feel his seat rocking with her motion. He knew that the whole row of seats would be moving with her lustful shaking.
Peg sank deeper into her seat and slid her fingers higher up her cunt. Now she was really enjoying Jim's embarrassment. But the pleasure of her fingers in her cunt was the main thing on her mind.
Then Peg saw a man sitting a few seats away on her right look in her direction. She knew that it was getting pretty obvious what she was doing. But that only added to her pleasure.
"Will you stop it!" Jim whispered angrily.
"Only if you'll take me out of here right now and fuck me."
"You're crazy!" Jim said. "All right. Let's go."
It wasn't easy for Peg to take her fingers from her cunt. She was at least halfway to an orgasm. But the promise of Jim's fat prick was enough to make her stop her cunt diddling.
They were in the middle of their row, and to get out they had to squeeze past a lot of people. Peg could smell the slippery juice of her cunt as it evaporated from her fingers. And she imagined that everyone they passed could smell it too.
Peg walked out of the theater with her legs scraping each other. She was trying to give her hungry pussy some stimulation by squeezing it between her thighs. But she couldn't do much for her cunt now. She was tempted to stick her fingers back into it even though they were passing through the well-lighted lobby.
"Jesus Christ, Peg!" Jim said. "Sometimes I think you're out of your mind."
"Let's not fight now," she said. "You promised to fuck me. Remember?"
"And I will. But I just want you to know what I think of your behavior," Jim said.
As they walked into the parking lot Peg slipped her hand back under her skirt. Jim grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand out from there.
"Let's get into the back," Peg said when they got to the car.
"What are you talking about?" Jim asked.
"You said you'd fuck me," Peg said.
"But not in the Goddamn car," Jim said. "Can't you wait until we get to my place?"
"No! I couldn't even wait until I was out of the theater."
"Well, you're going to have to wait," Jim said as he got into the front seat.
Peg hopped into the front seat too. But she still didn't intend to wait until they got to Jim's place.
As soon as Peg closed the car door, she lifted her skirt around her waist. Then she slipped her panties off. She saw Jim glance down at her naked cunt.
Jim might not be as eager as she, but Peg knew that she could heat him up.
She leaned back against the car door, facing Jim. She spread her thighs, opening her cunt. Her simmering juice began to sweeten the air in the car.
Reaching around her thighs, Peg spread the lips of her cunt. Jim looked down again. The light of electric signs and street lamps flashed over the pink slot of her pussy as they sped toward Jim's place.
Then, with one hand still at her crotch, Peg fished out one of her huge tits. Jim looked at her again.
Peg could see that Jim's expression was changing. He didn't look angry any longer. Now he was beginning to look as he usually did when he was hot.
Peg pushed her tit up to her face and stuck out her tongue. She remembered the last time she had showed Jim that trick of hers. And it was having the same effect on him this time.
"Jesus," Jim sighed as he turned the wheel.
The car turned up a driveway. Peg saw that they were headed for the parking lot of a closed shop. She smiled as Jim drove around to the back of the building. She had won.
The car stopped. The motor died. Then Jim was in Peg's arms.
After her self-manipulation, Jim's caress was especially exciting. His mouth covered hers and their tongues intertwined. Jim's strong fingers took Peg's freed tit into a tight grip.
Peg couldn't resist reaching for Jim's fly. As she fumbled with it, trying to unzip it, she could feel his stiff prick throbbing in his pants.
Jim reached into his lap, too, and helped Peg get his cock loose. And as soon as his monster was free, Peg's fingers began traveling up and down its impressive length. She squeezed the bulbous head and moved the loose skin gently up and down.
But it was her cunt that was starving for that cock, not her fingers. If Jim hadn't reached into her crotch at that second, Peg would have jumped on him, impaling herself on that hard cock.
Peg liked having her cunt stirred by a strong finger for a while before getting a prick in there. And Jim could finger-fuck like a champ.
"Ohhhhhhh, baby," she gasped as Jim's finger slid up her pussy.
"You're really something," Jim said, admitting defeat. "You knew I couldn't wait until we got to my place."
"Of course not! When I need it, I need it."
Peg lifted her feet up to the dashboard. Her legs were spread and her crotch was vulnerable. While reaching high up her snatch with his middle finger, Jim tickled her asshole with his pinky.
Peg sucked Jim's tongue deep into her mouth. She had to have as much of him inside her as she could get. And she held on to his prick all the while.
Peg would have liked to suck his prick. But under the circumstances she had to forego that pleasure. She was too anxious to feel his prick sliding in her pussy to take the time to suck him. And now she knew that the time had come – she couldn't wait another second.
"Fuck me, honey," she gasped. "I've got to get you inside me!"
Peg began wiggling around, trying to get into fucking position. She'd had a lot of experience fucking in cars, although she hadn't done it in years. And her favorite position was doggy style.
She knelt on the seat with her head resting on the window sill. Her ass was poised with her hairy muff waiting. Jim got to his knees, leaning over Peg's back. Getting into this position caused Jim to bump his head on the car's roof, and his ass and one foot had some difficulty with the steering wheel. But he was soon ready.
Feeling for his target, Jim found Peg's soaking pussy waiting. He guided his prick to it, then slid it in.
"Ohhhh!" Peg cried as she felt her pussy stretched over the invading boner. "God, that feels good! I really need it!"
Jim reached into her cunt as far as he could with his long, thick cock. When his pelvis pressed firmly against Peg's ass, his cock was touching the end of her tunnel.
"Mmmmm," Peg hummed desperately.
Slowly, Jim withdrew his prick until his bloated cock-head was almost slipping out. Then he rammed it back to the depths of Peg's wet and elastic cuntal tube.
Back and forth Jim's hips pumped, dragging his prick in and out of her tight cunt. Each lunge was faster, harder.
Before long, the sound of Jim's hips slapping against Peg's ass was added to the sounds of the fuckers' gasps and moans. The car was rocking from side to side.
Peg's fingers, had brought her close to an orgasm long before Jim entered her. So it didn't take many thrusts of his prick to bring Peg to the heights of ecstasy. She began meeting Jim's lunges with thrusts of her ass. Her free tit swung back and forth, hitting the car door.
"Owwwwwwww!" Peg howled in bliss.
Now every time Jim's prick filled her, a wave of pure pleasure shot through her body. This is what Peg lived for. And fucking was getting more and more important to her.
Peg was coming down from her climax when she felt a charge of heat in her twat. She knew that Jim's prick was spewing gism into her. The sound of his groans confirmed it. And before his gism had stopped flowing, Peg was on her way to a second orgasm.
But before she reached that second glory, Jim stopped pumping.
"Keep going," Peg cried. "I'm going to come again."
"I-I don't know if I can," Jim gasped.
With her heart sinking, Peg felt the prick pumping in and out of her pussy begin to collapse. Now, rather than reaching deep inside her, it was folding and sliding around her mound.
Peg had to take matters into her own hands. She reached between her thighs and stuffed Jim's deflating prick into her again. Then she began rubbing her clit.
But now she rubbed it with all her might, unlike the gentle tickling she gave it in the movie theater.
She was going to make it, she realized. She was going to hit a crashing climax. Although her finger was giving her this orgasm, having Jim's prick in her was nice.
With her head banging out the opened window. Peg shook in ecstasy for the second time in ten minutes. Her desperate wails of lust echoed through the night. The coal night air felt nice on her feverish face.
"Oh, that was so fine," she said. "Thanks for not making me wait, Jim."
"It was fun fucking in the car," Jim said. "And you sure did need it. I've never seen you like that."
As he spoke, Jim pulled his prick from Peg's cunt and pulled up his pants.
"Yeah, I don't know what came over me," Peg said. "I've never been so horny in my life."
"Still want to come over to my place?" Jim asked.
"No, I think I'll go home," she said. "Suddenly I'm very tired."
But Peg wasn't really tired. She was puzzled, though. When she thought about what she had done in the movie theater she was amazed. She wasn't that sort of woman.
At thirty-six, Peg was an attractive widow with a teenaged son. She had plenty of men and she had always loved fucking. But she had never gotten so hot that she had to jerk off in a public place. And when she thought how she hadn't cared if everyone around knew what she was doing, she felt her face flush red.
When Peg got home she lay in bed thinking about the evening. But she was soon rubbing her clit in another frenzy of horny greed.