1. Theater Handjob


    Date: 10/20/2014, Categories: Fantasy, Cuckold, Author: Relas, Rating: 68, Source: sexstories.com

    back at her friend I felt less angry and more jealous at the pleasure he was receiving, compared to my zipper situation. Suddenly the movie picked up, large explosions and yelling - filling the theater with light. That's when I saw his eyes close and his mouth hang open, the same face someone makes when they're close to finishing. Samatha glanced over as well, obviously feeling what I was seeing. Working quick my girlfriend started jerking his cock even faster, twisting her hand around his shaft, and squeezing the leaking tip. My jealously rose to new heights as she worked passionately to help that douchebag cum, meanwhile giving me no such relief. The timing of the movie couldn't have been better: with Samantha and I focused on her friend's handjob another large explosion rocked the big screen. It was at this moment that her friend became vocal. Oooooh! Fuck yeah! He shouted, announcing his orgasm. Samantha's hand never stopped moving as his cum shot into the air. Glinting white ribbons of thick spunk erupted across the back of the seat in front of him. With her hand still working I counted at least four long distance ropes of cum before a few more shorter distance ones splattered against the dirty linoleum floor. Finally the last few gushes from his tip rolled over Samantha's fingers and down his shaft. That was awesome!! He roared as she pulled her hand away, getting a loud laugh from the semi-crowded movie audience. For the final time that night I felt another wave of ...
    jealously, this time for how much cum he was able to produce compared to my own. Cleaning her hand by smearing his cum across the back of another seat, she used what few napkins we had left to clean off the rest. What about me? He asked, looking down at his clearly stained pants. Samantha and I both laughed, as he tried to clean himself up. *** Once the movie was over we all returned to the lobby, my arm around Samantha's waist. Her friend followed us, trying to give me the stink eye and remind me of what my girlfriend had done for him. However I wasn't bothered as much this time, since it was over and I had her all to myself - It felt somewhat like a victory. Flipping him off as we departed, Samantha and I headed home. Here came the argument I thought, now that we're alone the fighting can begin. For a few minutes we both sat in awkward silence, not sure where to begin. I was about to speak up, when she surprised me by leaning over and unzipping my pants. I couldn't believe what she was doing, pulling my semi-hard dick out of it's prison she quickly stuffed it in her mouth and started sucking me. Samantha has never been happy about giving blowjobs, and to do it while I was driving was an even bigger shocker. The unsure anger I had felt a few minutes ago had melted away to the pleasure of her tongue swirling around my dick. By the time we had gotten home I had already came once, before she had sucked me hard again. Perhaps letting her be adventurous with some douche from ...
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