Chapter 7
With Lew Abbott on the job checking out Frank, Debbie found herself nervously waiting for news. She stayed home the first couple of days, but the lack of anything to keep her busy kept her on edge. The second evening Frank called and said he'd have to work late. Deciding she couldn't take the empty house anymore, Debbie decided to kill time by going to a movie.
She checked the paper to see what was playing and came across the story of another rape in the area. It was the third victim in five nights. The police had dubbed the attacker the Ridgecrest Rapist and expected him to keep striking until they captured him. The captain in charge of the case advised area women to stay indoors after dark until further notice.
Debbie read the article with interest. However, the last thing that threatened her at the moment was the possibility of being raped. She had her husband and Lew Abbott on her mind, and like most people was absorbed in her own personal problems. Right now, the police captain's warning had no impact on her. She had to get out.
To work off some of her nervous energy, Debbie decided to walk to the theatre. The walk was uneventful, and the Ridgecrest Rapist had disappeared from her mind. However, she thought of the rapist again once she was inside the theatre and her eyes had adjusted to the darkness. The theatre was empty. The rapist was obviously the reason because the picture playing was- the box office hit of the season.
With a box of buttered popcorn, Debbie slumped down in her seat and started watching the movie in what she thought was isolation. It was an outer space epic, reasonably gripping, and Debbie found herself involved. Involved to the extent that she did not know she had company. With an entire empty theatre to choose from, somebody was sitting just down the row from her.
Suddenly somebody was moving toward her. She considered moving, but stayed. Her curiosity was aroused. Pretending to still be watching the movie, she glanced out of the corner of her eye at the figure in the darkness as it neared her.
Then the intruder's stealthy journey was ended. He was sitting next to Debbie. Just a kid, maybe seventeen, sitting straight up with his eyes focused on the screen as if there were nothing unusual at all about his closing in on the lone woman in the theatre.
Debbie and the kid not only didn't speak, it was as though they were playing some sort of game in which the winner would be the last to acknowledge the other's presence. Each of them waited for the other to make the first move.
Then Debbie heard a metallic sound, followed by a rustling. She peeked, focusing in the darkness. Her breath stopped when she saw what was going on.
He had unzipped his fly. His cock was out of his pants. It was long and hard--a ten-inch prick, Debbie estimated to herself.
The kid coughed, then cleared his throat.- Debbie pretended she didn't hear.
"Pssst, look over here, lady," he finally spoke in a hoarse whisper. "I've got something for you."
Now Debbie turned completely toward the boy. His cock jutted straight up from his lap, visibly throbbing with excitement even in the darkness of the theatre.
"I suppose this is your idea of how to pick somebody up," Debbie calmly drawled.
The kid was nervous, but did not back off from his outrageous game.
"Go ahead, touch it," he whispered, angling his stiff dick in Debbie's direction. "You know you want to."
"You'd probably faint if I did, punk," Debbie mocked.
"Just try me, bitch," the kid persisted.
Debbie could not resist calling his bluff. But she didn't just touch the boy's cock. Without warning, her hand shot out and grabbed the rigid dick around its shaft, squeezing as hard as she could.
The boy gasped with surprise and his breathing became labored as Debbie rhythmically began beating his pulsing meat.
"What's the matter, tiger?" Debbie whispered.
"Getting more than you bargained for?"
"I-I was just joking around," the kid admitted with a stammer. "Did it on a dare. My friends and I were driving around, smoking pot. Got a little stoned and one thing led to another. Never meant it to go this far . . . I-I didn't mean anything serious. I was just trying to shake you up a little."
"Looks like the shoe's on the other foot," Debbie chuckled, steadily jacking the kid off. "What's the matter, punk, don't you know what to do when a woman really wants it?"
"Just let go of my dick," the kid muttered with embarrassment. "I'll leave you alone. You'll never know I was here. I'm really sorry I bothered you. I had no business ..."
"Oh, no, stud," Debbie cut him off. "I'm beginning to like this big prick of yours. It's got real possibilities."
"Jeez, if you don't quit jerking me off, I'll come all over my new pants," the kid said, his voice cracking with anxiety.
"It doesn't have to be that way, I guess," Debbie answered, removing her hand from the boy's hard-on. He sighed with relief while she paused.
"Th-thanks," he stuttered, misunderstanding Debbie's intent.
"You can always come in my mouth," Debbie resumed speaking, ignoring the boy's gratitude, stunning him with her directness. "I guarantee you that not a drop of cum will get on your pants if I suck your dick."
"This is crazy!" the boy blurted.
"You started it, stud, now I plan to finish it," Debbie purred.
Then before the boy could react, she was out of her seat, on her knees before him. Her mouth closed over the fat head of the teenage cock and quickly slurped down the thick shaft. The boy squirmed as the lady in the dark deep-throated every inch of his swollen dick.
"Ooooh, shit, this is unbelievable," the boy groaned while Debbie went down on him. His hips were rolling in response to her cocksucking. He was uncontrollably fucking her in the mouth.
As she took the teenager's hard-on in her cuntlike mouth, Debbie dug into his open fly and drew out his nuts. They were smooth and churning. Debbie fondled them, priming their cum-supply.
"You keep this up, and I'm gonna come right in your mouth," the boy gulped. "Won't be able to help it. Won't be my fault the way you're sucking me.
Debbie responded by increasing her suction. The teenage cock lurched in the channel of her throat, seeming to expand an extra inch. Debbie felt like a fisherman with a record catch. Her head was bobbing. Her mouth was sucking. Her lips traveled back and forth along the kid's long cock between its knob and its root.
"Can't hold it," the boy gasped. "Gonna come."
Debbie deep-throated him one last time, just as his straining prick erupted with a rush of jism. As the hot cum poured into her belly, Debbie got as high as if she were guzzling straight alcohol. She swigged it all down, getting giddier with every drop.
Now, when the boy's cock was drained, Debbie ended the mouth-fuck, and rose up between her quarry's spread thighs. She kissed him on his lips, rearing him to several inches of tongue and the sweet taste of his own cum.
By the time the kiss was broken, Debbie had crawled up on top of the astonished boy, her ass braced on his knees. Her dress was bunched around her waist and her panties were showing. She seized one of the boy's hands and pressed it against the hot space of her crotch.
"Take my panties off," Debbie whispered in the boy's ear. "Just tear them away."
By now the boy was totally under Debbie's spell. His fingers engulfed the bottom-panel of her panties, his knuckles rubbing against her bare pussy as he ripped.
The flimsy panties dissolved like soggy tissue. Automatically the boy's fingers dug into the damp gash of Debbie's cunt. Debbie shifted her ass, adjusting her twat to suck the teenage fingers inside her slit.
"Mmmm, that's it, fingerfuck my hot pussy," Debbie moaned. "Feels so good. Now it's my turn to come."
And she did. Her pussy was even more primed for orgasm than she had anticipated, and she whimpered with surprise.
"Fine and dandy," Debbie swooned, bearing down on the fingers in her cunt. She wiggled her ass, gripping the armrests to keep from toppling to the floor.
In the background, the movie had reached a fever pitch also. A battle was taking place, with explosions and crashes and a climaxing Debbie interpreted the bombast as her own.
Finally both the movie and Debbie had calmed down. But as she removed the boy's sticky fingers from her cunt, Debbie was already thinking ahead to an even greater excitement.
"Let's fuck!" she exclaimed. "Put your cock in my pussy, stud. We can do it sitting right here, just like this. Your big dick'U drive straight up my cunt. We'll feel every inch of each other the whole way."
The boy's prick had been forced down between his thighs by Debbie's weight. Now it surged up into the split of her ass, throbbing.
"Yes, yes, put it in," Debbie breathlessly urged. "Shaft my cunt with your big, strong cock."
Debbie raised her crotch, hoisting herself onto the armrests of the seat. With additional maneuvering space, the boy's hard-on sprang to ramrod attention, its tip grazing Debbie's pussy lips.
Now Debbie eased back down on the boy's standing prick. His cock surged up her fuck-hole with a squish. The kid's hard-on in her twat, Debbie wriggled her ass. They were balling in a theatre seat.
"Mmmm, your cock's just right in my pussy,"
Debbie murmured. Her hips gyrated, twisting her cunt on the boy's shafting dick to maximize the friction.
"I've never done anything like this before," the boy gasped, as the fucking progressed.
"You mean you're cherry?" Debbie chuckled.
"No, I've fucked before. But just girls my own age. Never a real woman like you," the boy revealed. "And never anything . . . anyplace this far-out. Man, I feel like some kinda sex-freak."
"Lucky boy," Debbie crooned. "Or, should I say, lucky stud. Seems to me you're growing up real fast today."
"Yeah, come to think of it, my friends would buy tickets if I was to tell 'em about this."
"You mean you're going to keep this a secret?" Debbie asked.
"It wouldn't be cool to you to tell."
"Sweet . . . but dumb," Debbie sighed, grinding down with her cunt on the boy's prick and cinching her pussy walls. "Don't you want a reputation as a cocksman? Christ, you deserve it. Those cute little cheerleaders should be waiting in line to pull down their tights for you."
"I don't know if I could get it up for one of those girls at school again," the kid said with boyish sincerity. "After fucking a real woman like you, it just might not be a turn-on anymore."
"Don't worry, tiger, you're young enough to get it up for anybody with a cunt between her legs," Debbie laughed, affectionately mussing the kid's bair while his cock throbbed in her fuck-hole.
"You feel free to go ahead and tell anyone you want about me and you, kiddo. I'd be proud to be part of the high school grapevine."
"Since you put it that way, I'll write it on the walls," the kid joked, a sudden, easy confidence to his tone.
"Now that we've got that squared away," Debbie said, "let's stop talking and really get down to business with some serious fucking. I can hardly wait for your hot cum to shoot into my cunt.
"There'll be a lot of jizz," the boy promised. "I've already had to hold back from coming two or three times since we started balling. My cock'll be like a geyser when it blows in your pussy."
"Which won't take long, if I have anything to do with it," Debbie cooed, grinding her hips. "And, fortunately, I have everything to do with it."
Words quickly blurred into murmurs and groans as the lovers stepped up their fucking. As Debbie's cunt clamped down on his hard-on, the boy's crotch surged in reply. The friction was as hot as it could get within Debbie's cock-filled twat.
"Come in me, you big-cocked bastard," she rasped. "My thirsty cunt can't wait anymore on your hot cum. Give it to me now!"
She reached down to the union of cock and pussy, found the kid's balls, and squeezed them hard.
"Come, you bastard!" she repeated, her pleading voice echoing.
"This is it!" the boy exclaimed.
His cock jumped in Debbie's cunt. Then it was spurting. The jism scalded as it gushed within Debbie's fuck-hole.
"Nnnngghh, hotter than I expected . . . and more," Debbie reacted with a lusty growl.
The kid's prick kept spewing cum long after it should have dried up. He was jamming his dick up tighter in Debbie's cunt with every squirt of jism.
When the cum finally slowed to a trickle, the kid kept his cock stuffed to the hilt as though he were ready to keep right-on fucking.
"Mmmm, your dick's still rock-solid, stud," Debbie responded with a fresh rush of arousal. "Bet you could ball me all over again, even better than the first time."
"I'll do my damn best," the kid grunted. "Put your legs up over the back of the seat. This time I want to do most of the work."
"Groovy," Debbie girlishly giggled, and started positioning her body to meet her lover's request.
Grabbing the cheeks of Debbie's ass, the kid took over the fucking, reveling in his dominance, grinding his hard-on into Debbie's twat.
"Oh shit, you stud," Debbie babbled with joy. "Your cock's even better in my cunt this time around. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
"Fucking you as hard as I can!" the cock-thrusting boy hoarsely panted.
"It'll do," Debbie whimpered with a piercing climax. "It's good . . . good . . . good! What a big, strong cock you've got!"
"What a tight, wet cunt you've got!"
"We're the perfect team. The perfect fuck,"
Debbie swooned. "It can't get better!"
She was thrashing around as much as she could in her contorted position, swiveling on the stick that was her adolescent lover's steel hard-on. She thought about falling, and at the same time realized too late that she had not been careful enough.
Out of control, Debbie lost all semblance of balance. She started to slip, then, developing momentum, descended in a rush, the teenage cock withdrawing from her twat on her way down.
She thumped to the floor, jackknifed at the waist with her legs sticking straight up in the air, her asscheeks spreading against the chilly cement.
The kid was rattled by the sudden shift in events. But in spite of her rude tumble, Debbie's wits were still quick enough to keep the thread of the action going, even if her cunt no longer had a cock in it.
"Jack-off the rest of the way, stud," Debbie called from the floor. "Come all over me."
The kid aimed his hard-on between Debbie's spread thighs and beat his meat. He didn't have long to stroke. After fucking Debbie's tight pussy, his cock was ready to blow without further encouragement.
"Gonna shoot," the boy gasped, his pumping fist a blur around his straining prick.
"Splash it all over my cunt," Debbie urged. "Make my pussy as wet outside as it is inside."
"All right!" the boy blurted.
A jet-stream of sizzling jizz splattered dead-center on Debbie's crotch. Immediately Debbie began smearing the cream around, lubricating her pussy hps and clit, then spreading the teenage cum onto her thighs.
By the time the kid's prick had stopped spewing its sticky juice, Debbie had rubbed the jism all the way up to her belly and all the way down to her asshole.
"Love it, love it, love it," she chanted in a sensual moan. "Can't get enough cum. God, I'd like to drown in the stuff. A vat of thick, gooey jizz."
"Shit, I could do it to you all over again," the kid eagerly panted. "Look, my cock's still stiff."
Debbie looked up at the wondrous tool. Yes, she noted with excitement, its hardness remained, even as a blob of jizz dangled from its tip from just having come. There was no waiting on a teenage cock when a woman had the hots, no matter how much she and her youthful lover had already fucked. Everything they said about the erotic stamina of young boys was more than true.
"Get down here on the floor with me, stud," Debbie beckoned. "I'll get up on my knees. You can fuck me in the ass."
The kid was all for that. As he left his seat he rold Debbie he had never butt-fucked before, and was as horny for it as anything he could think of.
By the time the kid was lined up behind her, Debbie was kneeling with her asscheeks spread apart. Her asshole throbbed, aching for a big cock «p its tight channel.
The head of the kid's prick made contact with
Debbie's asshole and she urged, "Don't waste time, stick it in. Ram your cock up my ass. Butt-fuck me to your balls."
The kid shoved. The knob of his dick popped inside and Debbie moaned for more.
Another shove. Half the shaft of the teenage hard-on entered Debbie's tight shitpit. To her delight, Debbie started to experience the ripping pain that goes with a butt-fuck.
"All the way. Fuck my ass with your whole cock," Debbie called back. "Hurt me. Hurt me good."
"Gonna tear you up," the boy hissed, enjoying the cruelty of his promise. "Your ass'll be bleeding by the time I'm through fucking it."
He grabbed Debbie's tits and drew himself forward. His cock vanished in Debbie's deep shithole.
"Murder! You're killing me!" Debbie recklessly-cried when the kid's cock was buried in her ass. "God, is there anything that feels better?"
Debbie and her teenage lover were headed for dual orgasms which threatened to surpass all the previous climaxes they had shared.
But they never got there.
From out of the darkness, a flashlight's beam suddenly scanned the empty theatre seats. Before the butt-fuckers could react to the intrusion, the beam had found them on the floor.
"Jesus Christ!" an astonished usher blurted up toward the lobby to his fellow employees when his flashlight captured the theatre's two paying customers getting it on. "I don't believe it. There's a guy screwing some chick in the ass down here. That's where all those funny noises were coming from."
"Goddamn freaks!" someone angrily shouted back, probably the manager. "I'll call the cops."
Debbie and her teenage lover jerked apart while there was still time to get away. Scurrying in opposite directions along the row of seats, they each headed for .an exit, the boy throwing a body block on the usher to clear the way for himself.
As for herself, Debbie escaped without any obstacles. As she let herself out the fire door, she sucked in the night air, bracing herself against the wall. When she had caught her breath she started walking, wishing she could run into the kid and start fucking all over again. But she accepted that he was lost to her when she heard a car start and roar away on the other side of the building.
"No matter," Debbie sighed, quickly getting over any disappointment. "I got a lot more than I bargained for. Can't kick."
She walked away from the theatre with no regrets.
"Movies are better than ever," she chuckled at the film industry's slogan as she drifted into the night. "Especially with an X-rated audience."