Gangbang At The Movies

It was a hot summer night. Before getting off his car to pick up his date, Mieke, Aivar Eljas Cartan, from the area of Ontario, Canada, looked at himself in the car's rearview mirror. He looked great, all right. His hair was combed stylishly, his beard was perfectly groomed, and he was dressed in a casual, yet perfect way for a date: not too overdressed, not too shabby. Good. He really wanted to have a nice time.

He left his car parked and walked on to the door of the apartment building where Mieke lived. After ringing the doorbell, Aivar once again checked his outfit. The t-shirt hugged his lean yet chiseled frame, and his jeans were not too baggy and not too tight. He scolded himself for being so self-conscious, but he really wanted to make a good impression.

"Hey! Looking good! Now I feel underdressed."

That voice and that remark was music to Aivar's ears. However, he didn't have much time to dwell on it. His blue eyes and his mouth opened wide as soon as he saw Mieke standing in front of him.

The girl was tall, with long legs that were perfectly framed by a pair of grey Lululemon tights that seemed as if they were painted on her body: they enhanced her figure perfectly. When she turned around to close the door to her building, Aivar had to suck air between his teeth. The tights defined Mieke's ass-cheeks perfectly; they also went up and surrounded her small waist. When she turned around again, Aivar had a better view of her exposed midriff, taut and slender, which was then covered by a white tank top with a V-neck that allowed him to see Mieke's perky, round, generous breasts peeking from it. Her long blond hair was loose and it framed her neck sexily; the outfit was complete with a pair of black mule sandals.

"You're not underdressed--you look perfect!" Aivar wasn't lying. In fact, he had to admit he loved the way Lululemon tights fit women, and in someone with a body such as Mieke's--well, if he had chosen the girl's outfit, he was sure, it wouldn't have ended up as perfect.

Mieke just smiled as Aivar offered her arm to her. They walked towards the car. Aivar held the door opened for his date and the got on the driver's seat.

They drove for a moment in silence. Aivar hoped it was not too uncomfortable, but the thing was, he was super-focusing on the road. Having Mieke at his side was proving to be a huge temptation. He had to stop himself from looking to the side and getting a top view of her breasts thanks to that V-neck. God, he was really hoping the date would go great so that then he could get lucky...

"What movie are we going to watch?" Mieke interrupted Aivar's thoughts.

"I don't really know," he said, "but what about I'll let you choose?"

Mieke smiled and Aivar smiled back. He was ok watching any movie as long as it was with that beauty, and well, if that movie inspired Mieke to hug him because it was romantic, or to jump towards him because it was scary... well, so much the better.

"I tell you, the movie was terrific! Just downright terrific!"

Mieke and Aivar didn't mean to eavesdrop, but the two middle-aged men that were leaving the theater were talking so loudly they couldn't help but overhearing their conversation.

"I know! And Liam Neeson, despite his age, is a top actor. Who knew he could still pull action thrillers so well at his age?"

"And such a complicated story! That final turn of the screw--damn, I couldn't see it coming!"

"Excuse me," Mieke called out, unhooking herself from Aivar's arm gently. "What movie are you talking about?"

The middle-aged men stopped and eyed the girl up and down. They were obviously impressed by her beauty and sexiness. Aivar quickly walked up to her and put his arm around her small waist. Oh guys, this hot ticket is with me.

"Ghosts of Belfast!" one of the men said, excitedly, turning his eyes towards the couple's faces.

"Didn't it just come out today or something?" Aivar wanted to know.

"Yes, but you've more than enough time if you want to watch it. The night show is going to start in 45 minutes or so."

"Are you sure you want to watch it?" the other man asked, his eyes still glued on Mieke. "It's violent..."

"Hey! Girls can watch action movies too!" Mieke exclaimed.

"Yes, but I mean... quite violent..." the man insisted, his eyes still way too fixed on Mieke. Aivar tightened his hug.

"Oh, if it's violent, I have Aivar here to comfort me. Right?" Mieke said, good-naturedly, and smiled at her date.

"Of course," Aivar answered. "So, I thank you for your recommendation, gentlemen. Shall we go get tickets for that film?"

With that, Aivar and Mieke walked away. However, Aivar still turned back discreetly, just in time to see the two men walking towards the exit. The one that had been staring at Mieke was still doing so, and his eyes were fixed on her ass. Aivar let out a small grunt, trying to remind himself he was the lucky guy who'd take Mieke home at the end of the night...

Right?...

After a while, Aivar just couldn't wait to take Mieke home, only for him and away from all those prying eyes. Not only she was tempting to him--she was tempting to everyone.

First, when they were buying the tickets, the ticket guy couldn't help but looking at Mieke's cleavage, even as he said: "Hey, two tickets for Ghosts of Belfast! You're lucky because they're flying!"

And then, when they were in line for popcorn, Aivar just felt that the men standing behind Mieke were looking downwards way too much.

But it would be over soon. He only had to sit through a good movie, just a little while, and then he'd be alone with Mieke, and then he'd be free to seduce her and enjoy her... God, he couldn't wait. He was longing for her, hungry for her. She was his, only his...

"Excuse me, but doesn't your boyfriend want popcorn?" the voice of the popcorn girl distracted Aivar from his thoughts. She'd just handed Mieke her popcorn. "Having a snack for a two-hours-and-a-half movie is a good idea."

Aivar tensed up when he heard that. Two and a half hours?????

"You don't want anything, Aivar?" Mieke asked.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," the man answered as he handed a bill to the popcorn girl.

"We can share if you want some," Mieke told Aivar. He nodded, but honestly, the only thing he wanted was her. SOON.

Aivar looked at his ticket once again, and once again he thought two and a half hours.

Those old men better be right and this better be good. If it's good, time will fly by, Aivar thought as he handed the tickets to the usher.

The ticket boy had been right: the theater was packed. The couple looked around for empty middle seats, but their search was futile. The only part that completely free was the front row.

"Well, front row it is," said Aivar matter-of-factly and led Mieke to a seat in the middle of the row. The sounds were louder and the images were bigger at the front. A bit uncomfortable, Aivar decided, but there was nothing they could do, except sit down and wait for the movie to start in a couple of minutes. They were just in time.

When the movie started, Aivar had to admit the old man they'd met at the entrance with his friend had been right--the movie was violent, and it didn't pull any punches. The credits hadn't even rolled when the screen showed a car, which turned out to be a car bomb, followed by a thunderous explosion--so thunderous, Mieke half-jumped from her seat and spilled half the popcorn on the floor. And then, as if that hadn't been enough, the camera showed a charred arm and a leg, making it abundantly clear there had been a fatal victim in the explosion. The shot of the charred amputated limbs was completely graphic before the camera changed to a panoramic view of Belfast during The Troubles.

"Let's get out of here," a female voice behind Aivar said.

"What? We've just gotten here," an annoyed male voice answered.

Aivar turned around. Sitting just behind him and Mieke there was a young couple, a boy and a girl almost out of their teenage years.

"I know we've just gotten here," the girl insisted, "but I don't want to watch this."

"I thought you said you liked action movies!" the boy said in a loud whisper, so as not to anger the people in the theater.

"Yes, but I thought this was going to be... different."

"How?"

"Like... fun. Like, Fast and Furious or something."

"Well, this is better than those movies."

"Well, I don't wanna watch it!" the girl now raised her voice, and some angry shushes surrounded them.

"Fine, fine," the boy said, noticeably annoyed. Aivar turned around once again and saw the young couple leave, apologizing as they walked out of the row and blocked the view of the movie watchers.

After the incident, Aivar turned to look at Mieke, wondering if she'd want to leave too. However, his date didn't turn to face him and instead kept her eyes glued to the screen. Aivar concluded that Mieke didn't want to make a scene like the couple behind them and so she'd chosen to stay--however, he couldn't help but smile when, in a suspenseful scene, Mieke instinctively reached out for his arm. Aivar smiled. He could live with this proximity and this contact, he thought.

However, that proved to be dangerous too. The movie, indeed, had suspenseful and violent scenes galore, and pretty soon, Aivar found himself wishing Mieke went farther every time she reached out for his arm. Not only that; he also wished he could touch her, but not on her arm or leg, but perhaps in some other places... Before long, Aivar was no longer looking at the screen and instead was staring at Mieke, who was still watching the movie.

Aivar studied his date. It was obvious the movie was making Mieke nervous, perhaps even scared, but she was trying hard not to show it. Yet, when she was not touching Aivar, her body wriggled and tensed on her seat, as if she was trying hard not to cover her eyes or just run away from the movie theater. In fact, if the scene was particularly tense, Mieke would slightly bounce up and down on the seat, like a giddy little girl, before reaching out for Aivar.

...and, of course, her breasts would bounce and wiggle together with her.

Aivar's mind was in a different place from the movie theater altogether after watching that. Of course he didn't care about Mieke's body wiggling, but he wanted her body to be wiggling out of her leggings as she laid on the bed, him hovering over her. He wanted her to bounce, yes, but on his erect cock, her nude breasts bouncing too with her riding him in earnest, his face close enough so he could suck on her tits. He wanted her to tense up, yes, but to tense up and tighten her pussy around his cock, her whole body firm as a powerful orgasm rocked her--and he would be tense under her too, filling her up with his seed...

Aivar stopped his thoughts when he felt a heat in the pit of his stomach... and a bulge growing under his jeans. Oh no, he thought. He had to stop himself from getting fully erect. He had to focus on something else...

In the throes of urgency, Aivar checked his watch, and what he saw almost made him faint. Only 45 minutes had gone by! He was not even halfway through the movie and he was already turned on just from imagining things! On other matters, Aivar thought, it was also impressive to see how the director had managed to stick so many suspenseful and violent scenes before the movie was even halfway through...

And yeah. That was what he had to focus on: all that violence and suspense. He just had to place all his focus on the movie again and not on Mieke. Yes, that's it¸ Aivar whispered to himself under gritted teeth. He then sat upright on his seat and folded his arms tightly, as if the pressure could distract him, or prevent the tent in his jeans from growing bigger, or make him lose himself in the movie again.

The screen showed Liam Neeson's character talking in a dim-lit church with a woman who held a rosary in her hands. After a moment, Liam Neeson left, but the woman stayed there. Then she left too, and walked down some very dark streets. Immediately afterwards, silence, with her rosary ominously hitting the ground.

The following scene showed Liam Neeson at the police station, and everyone acting visibly altered. He then was told by a colleague, or a boss or something, that "he had to see it with his own eyes." Cut to the back of the church where Liam Neeson had been, and then a close up of his face watching something that had definitely caught him off-guard...

And then, the movie didn't waste a chance to show another gory scene: the woman who'd dropped the rosary, crucified against the wall of the church.

Aivar could hear gasps from the rows behind him and a yelp from Mieke--and all of a sudden her hand was on his thigh, gripping it tightly. That pressure made Aivar realize his arms were still folded against his chest. Mieke must have had reached out for his arm again, and when she didn't find it she decided to grab the first thing which would give her a taste of her date's proximity--and that was Aivar's thigh... dangerously close to his crotch.

Even if the scene he'd just watched was enough of a turn-off for anyone, Aivar's brain didn't think so. The pressure of Mieke's fingers sent his lust into overdrive. He glanced one again at his date, her slender body once again tense and erect on the seat, her hand still firm on her thigh, all of her delectable and sensual.

Under his jeans, Aivar felt his dick grow once again. This time there was no turning back. He wanted Mieke, and he wanted her immediately.

Aivar then moved his right hand towards Mieke's hand on his thigh. At first, he covered the girl's hand with his, and caressed it gently. As soon as he felt Mieke's hand relax under his touch, Aivar gently guided it... towards the bulge under his jeans. His left hand remained on top of Mieke's hand, making sure she didn't remove it from his crotch, which seemed to grow bulkier by the second.

"What are you doing?" Aivar then heard his date whisper under gritted teeth. Yet, he said nothing. Instead, his right hand reached out and cupped Mieke's left breast, the one closer to him.

As Aivar caressed the mound of flesh under his palm, he could feel another rush of blood towards his cock. Mieke's breast was the perfect combination of firm and soft; on top of all, he was sure he couldn't feel anything under the fabric--except Mieke's perfect assets. The idea of the girl being braless under her top made Aivar squirm so hard in anticipation he had to hold Mieke's hand with his left hand in a firmer way to make sure she didn't leave the crotch of his jeans. After that, he continued his ministrations, his index finger tracing circles around Mieke's nipple.

Now the one that was squirming was her. Yet, Aivar gave her no mercy. Under his finger, Mieke's nipple was hardening, growing under his touch. He only stopped when he saw her delicate nub straining against the tops fabric, hard as a pearl. Yet, he couldn't ignore the twin, could he? And Aivar stretched his right arm a bit more to reach Mieke's right breast.

"Aivar, stop it," Mieke tried to order, but her voice was breathy and almost shaking. With a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, Aivar's index finger gave the right nipple the same treatment as the left one, circling it until he felt the small nub rise and then become pointy, as if it was struggling to get rid of its clothing prison.

"Aivar, no," Mieke insisted, but her body was betraying her: it was fully clear by the way in which her legs parted. Aivar took that as an invitation, and immediately placed his hand between Mieke's thighs and started exploring her crotch.

Even if the Lululemon tights looked perfect on her, when she sat down the fabric pressed against the crotch area, thus creating a cameltoe. So, when Aivar touched her, he could feel Mieke's folds through the fabric. His cock got fully, painfully erect under his jeans when he thought that the girl must have been wearing very small or thin underwear because, just like with the top, it seemed there was only a thin layer separating him from her skin....

"Ai... var..." Mieke's voice whispered, her breath hitching and labored. He smiled. He knew he'd won, and that there was just one more place to explore before his victory was complete...

With a swift movement, Aivar moved his hand from between Mieke's legs (though he could already feel a hint of moisture through her leggings), found the waistband of the garment against his date's taught stomach, and just plunged his hand. Mieke let out another yelp, but Aivar knew no one would be too surprised since she'd yelped before.

The first thing Aivar felt was the smoothness of Mieke's lower abdomen, hinting at a perfectly shaved pussy--and then, there, just at her delta, he could feel a small triangle of fabric. Mieke's cunt was covered by just a minuscule G-string. That made Aivar salivate--even more because he could also feel the panty was completely drenched.

And Aivar was about to make Mieke's pussy feel like the fucking Niagara Falls.

With the same technique he'd used for the girl's nipples, Aivar started tracing circles around Mieke's covered clit. He was sure the brush of the fabric against her most sensitive spot would create an extra friction the girl would enjoy... and he was right. Pretty soon he could see Mieke slumped on her seat, her eyes still fixed on the screen, but her legs were even more parted and limp. He had her where he wanted, and now it was his turn.

Aivar's left hand was still holding Mieke's hand over his crotch. However, when he finally released her hand, she made absolutely no effort to withdraw it from where it was. Aivar's smile became wide as he deftly continued massaging the girl's pleasure spot with his right hand while working on his fly with his left hand. It took some time, but eventually his zipper was open, and he just had to fumble a little with his underwear--but finally, oh finally, his cock was released: a towering, throbbing erection. Once again, Aivar placed his left hand on Mieke's hand and then, as if she had been a newbie, he guided her so she could grip his cock.

Then, Mieke needed no more guidance. The couple engaged in mutual masturbation, Mieke rubbing Aivar's cock, up and down, setting a steady rhythm, while his digits started digging behind her thong. Her pussy was tremendously slick with juices, and with another movement Aivar found himself poking at her entrance. The tip slid in so easily...

Mieke was so wet and so ready Aivar had an idea which occupied all his mind and left no room for coherent thought. It had to happen, right then and there.

Without any previous warning, Aivar withdrew his hand from inside Mieke's leggings, and then actually grabbed her hand, the one that was jerking him off, and held it.

"What... what is it?" the girl asked, and Aivar couldn't help but smirk. He could sense a touch of annoyance in Mieke's voice, and he knew she hadn't liked the fact he'd stopped pleasing her.

"This is not enough for me," Aivar almost growled, his voice heavy with lust. "I need you... now."

"What do you mean?" Mieke almost choked when she heard her date say that.

"You know what I mean." Aivar pointed at his erection. "You. Here. Now."

"They're going to see us," Mieke answered, avoiding Aivar's gaze.

Aivar turned around. The people were all staring at the screen. The move showed a disheveled, crazy-looking man, sitting in an interrogation room. Liam Neeson's partner was asking him some questions, and the man was laughing out loud, sounding demented. He then answered:

"You think what you see is the truth, but this town has a lot of skeletons in the closet... some of them literally. The ghosts of the Troubles are waking up, the ghosts of Belfast are waking up!"

Upon hearing the movie's title, Aivar decided that the scene he had just watched was key, and of course, no one would want to miss a detail. So he turned to Mieke and insisted: "The couple just behind us left, and no one is really paying attention. Come on... I can't take it anymore... I want it, and I know you want it too."