It was a few months after my eighteenth birthday that I went to see my first x-rated movie. It had been something I'd thought about for awhile - a way for me to find out about sex. I wasn't very experienced sexually, unless you count the hours spent masturbating. Well, truth. My previous experience with sex was dismal.
I was already 5'8" my sophomore year, and 5'10" by the time I graduated when, thank god, I finally started filling out some of my gangly figure with more rounded shoulders and hips. The boys may have liked my long, long legs and dark, chocolate eyes, but I don't think they liked me towering above them very much. Anna the Amazon they'd call me. I suppose I did look a bit intimidating, though I like to say exotic - pale white skin thanks to my Welsh ancestry, and glossy black hair.
At any rate, I didn't have many dates. I'd had sex with couple boys in high school, usually at a party, but it wasn't much to talk about. Some squeezing of my titties and a hickey on my neck; or if I was lucky, some groping under my skirt, and then a few minutes of furious humping. I never got more than a glimpse of the boy's cock, and I never came. I knew from the experience of my own fingers, though, that there must be a lot more to sex than those boys had shown me. Actually, it was masturbating in front of a mirror that gave me the idea in the first place.
When I get hot, my pussy lips swell and open up wide. I mean wide like to shove a baseball bat up. I didn't know whether other girls were like that since guys only seem to talk about tight pussy, but mine is big - too bad for the guys, I guess, but bigger is better for me especially when I go shoving things into myself. And, yes, I have fucked myself with a baseball bat... with the help of some oil. I got the barrel of the bat several inches into my pussy, but the knob end of the bat was even better.
It was something I liked to watch in the mirror... All of it. How I would start with a nice gentle fold of flesh, my inner labia tucked neatly inside a hairy slit - then as I got more and more excited, the sides of my pussy would spread and my lips puff out until they were like fleshy flaps on either side of that glistening, hungry looking hole. Oh, I'd had lots of fun feeding that hole with my fingers and with anything long and round and hard and thick, watching it stretch the flesh around my vagina as it slides in. Then pulling it out, I'd stare at the gaping gash as I flicked a fingertip rapidly over my clit until I came with a flood of juices.
As much as the physical sensations, I just loved the sight of my pussy spread open or some object jammed into it, and after I turned eighteen I realized I was old enough to get into a porn theater where I could see more. I didn't have a VCR or the money to get one, and I was curious... no, I was hungry to see more. Hungry enough to overcome my inhibitions. Well, after awhile at least. It did take me some time to work up the courage, but by that time I was fairly well obsessed with the idea, and the mirror at the foot of my bed had become a permanent fixture in my room. I was frigging myself constantly, imagining the big cocks I'd heard about and women sucking them or being fucked... things I really wanted to see.
One day, I finally decided to just do it. I thought I should make myself inconspicuous so I dressed in a pair of faded jeans and a white t-shirt. The jeans were old enough for the fabric to have worn thin, especially at the knees and my ass - comfortable even though they fitted tightly over my hips. I worried at that a moment. I have a narrow waist and flaring hips that do seem to draw men's eyes straight to my ass, or to my crotch if I'm facing them. The tight jeans were nondescript, which was what I wanted, but they did nothing to hide the shape of me.
My breasts are relatively small, though. I wear a C cup, but I like to say they are shapely. A friend once told me that women with large breasts look great in clothing, but smaller tits are sexier if she's naked. I liked that idea, and I did think my tits were shaped nice. At least when I look at them in the mirror, they stand up high on my chest, capped with dark almost conical aureoles and nipples that are always pointing up and out, even more so when they get hard.
Anyway, I wore a bra and the loose t-shirt meant they only stood out when I stretched my arms. My long black hair, which fell to more than midway down my back, helped cover them too when I brought it forward over my shoulders. One last look in the mirror, one last hitch in my courage. I grabbed my keys before I could start thinking about it, and headed out the door.
The theater wasn't quite as seedy as I'd imagined. Honestly, I don't know what I'd imagined - maybe some greasy old man taking tickets with a leer. Thankfully, that didn't happen or I think I would have turned tail and run before even going in. And then where would I be? Not having nearly the fun I do now, I'm sure.
As it was, I got my ticket and sat stiffly in the seat as I waited for the movie to begin, my heart racing, not really knowing what to expect but excited by the prospect and feeling naughty just being there. There were only a few other people in the theater, but I was self-conscious and wishing the dim lights would go dark. It was ridiculous, I know, but I was afraid someone would recognize me and it didn't help that a man a few rows down from me kept glancing back. He would look over his shoulder like he was checking the entrance or something, but his eyes would stop on me for a second as he looked back and then again as he was turning back around. Yeah, he was checking something over his shoulder alright: me.
I was about to get up and leave when the lights went out. In the darkness, I couldn't see the man, and figured that meant he couldn't see me so I relaxed a bit, anticipating the sights I was about to see. I wasn't disappointed. The movie opened right up with a woman playing pool with a dark haired man. Every time she bent over to stretch across the table to make a shot, her short skirt would ride up her ass cheeks, exposing her, and with her legs set apart you could see her shaved pussy. That answered one of my questions because, even though she was obviously hot with her pussy lips slicked, I could see her labia didn't open near as wide as mine did.
The guy had her stripped and flat out on the pool table in no time. My mouth went slack, falling open as he stepped between her legs and dropped his trousers. The guy had a huge dick. It was maybe ten inches, but thicker than my wrist and it really stretched the actress' pussy as he took her. Of course I was imagining that I was the one being fucked, and it was definitely turning me on - watching that thick cock sliding in and out, in and out...
Five minutes into the movie and my nipples were already rock hard, straining against my bra. I reached up under my t-shirt to stroke my titties. I massaged them through my bra a moment, and then pulled my hand away, embarrassed. What was I doing? A quick look around the theater confirmed that no one had seen me, at least I didn't think so. I couldn't see very far in the dim glow from the screen.
Luckily, the scene shifted to one with no sex, giving me time to recover. I made it through the next sex scene without incident. Well, with no more than the excitement that was filling me and that got me to taking shallow breaths all over again, but I was in control.
Then the dark haired man was back with his sledge hammer cock. Back with two buddies it seemed, and their cocks were almost as impressive. More long than thick, but they were definitely hung. As they lounged in a sauna, a busty blonde came into the picture and knelt before the dark haired one. She brought his cock up with her hands, long strokes with a twist around its tip until he was fully hard. Then she lowered her head to take him in her mouth. Barely able to get her lips around his cock, her mouth gaped wide as she held onto to his hips for support and he gripped her hair. His thrusts become deeper and deeper, and the end of his cock would push out the side of her cheek only to disappear as it went down her throat. The other two guys stood by fondling her massive bosom and themselves.
I slid my hand into my shirt and under the fabric of the bra for a bit of fondling myself. Pushing the cup down with the back of my hand, I freed one tit and then the other, rubbing my thumb over my aching nipples and pinching them. Noticing that as I massaged my tits my shirt was being pushed up to expose them, I slid lower in the seat, not wanting to stop. I told myself that it was the cool air on my tits that felt good, but if I was honest, it was thrilling to have them exposed with strangers only a few yards away. Even if it was mostly dark, it added to the excitement of watching those larger-than-life cocks on the screen. Made it almost unbearable, in fact, and I felt the rush of warmth in my pussy that meant my clit and labia were becoming engorged.
Seeing the woman sucking that cock was exciting. But seeing those guys with their dicks in their hands was even more so. I hadn't expected to see men pleasuring themselves, and it was amazing. Dicks glistening from the steam or oil or something, they yanked and tugged on themselves as they watched their buddy getting sucked. One had both his hands sliding up and down his shaft, squeezing his fist over the head.
My pussy was positively throbbing. I squeezed my thighs together and rolled my hips forward a little to pull my jeans tight against my groin. The hard little knob where the seams came together at the crotch pushed against my vagina, and any movement of my hips had it rubbing my clit. It made me gasp, and I couldn't stand it.
