Movie Night

I knocked on the door of my best friend’s flat, popcorn and soda in hand. It was our weekly movie night. He picked the movie and I brought the snacks. He opened the door and, grinning, let me in.

“I think you’re going to love the movie I picked this week! It about a battle, I think one of the World War II ones,” he took the food from me and ushered me inside.

I smiled back, “I think anything would be better than that weird documentary you picked for last week.” I set down my bag and slipped out of my shoes, leaving both by the front door. He laughed and went into the kitchen to pop the popcorn. I settled into my usual place on the couch, pillows and a blanket already ready for me. Getting comfortable, I picked up the DVD case from the coffee table. Reading the ridiculous title, I called back to him, “I don’t think that this movie is what you think it is… ‘Battle of the Biggest Bulge’ sounds more like a bad porn than an action movie.”

“The guy at the movie rental place recommended it when I told him about last week. He said it was a good one,” he walked into the room, bowl in one hand, two cups and the bottle of soda in the other, “Besides you know the rules. We have to watch it, beginning to end.”

I took the bowl from him, “Alright, but if it turns out to be awful, I’m picking the movie next week and you can get the snacks.” He put the disk into the DVD player and got everything ready. There wasn’t a menu screen; after the usual copyright flashed across the screen, it immediately started, opening into a battleground scene. Smoke and muzzle flashes, followed by the rumbling of supposed heavy artillery greeted us as he turned out the light and settled next to me, one arm stretched across the back of the couch.

“See, it’s just a war movie. I’m sure they are going to flashback in a second and tell us why there’s this battle going on and stuff. Just like what usually happens in a movie like this,” he gave me an ‘I told you so’ look. I shushed him and turned my attention back the the movie. A couple of men had walked on screen so hopefully it was about to get interesting. They had a quick conversation about battle strategies before they moved back off screen and more battle sounds erupted. Bored, I ate the popcorn and poured myself a glass of soda as the scene changed on screen. We were now in the soldiers’ camp. More men were on screen and a couple of lewd jokes were made as they walked into a tent a different color than the others.

I sat forward as the inside was revealed. A few women, naked and bound, were on the floor of the tent. More tasteless remarks were made before the men started to undress. Now it was my turn to shoot an ‘I told you so’ look at my friend, “See, what did I tell you. It’s a bad porno.” He stuck his tongue out at me and we both turned back to the quickly turning raunchy film. One of the men, all of the others kept referring to him as Captain, walked to one of the women, his impressive length proudly on display. The captive spat something at him in a foreign language and he slapped her before dragging her up from the dirt floor. Her squeal as he rammed into her made heat flush between my legs. I tried to shift position unobtrusively to relieve the building pressure in my sex. I was glad the room was dark, I didn’t want my friend to see my growing arousal as moans filled the room. The other men on screen egged the “Captain” on before each taking a woman for themselves, each in a different position. We got a close up of one sucking a massive cock and I felt the couch shake a little as my friend shifted position, a hand rubbing down his jeans as he tried to hide his growing erection. I could see out of the corner of my eye the bulge in his pants twitch a little and he let out a huff of air.

My panties grew more wet as I watched two men fuck the same girl. We got another close up as one of the men thrust deep inside the woman and she moaned around the other man’s thick length. I squirmed a little in my seat and crossed my arms, trying to hide my peaking nipples, but at the same time rubbing them to relieve a little of my arousal. My friend looked over at me and I quickly schooled my expression into uninterest at the events on screen. Suddenly I felt a hand run up my thigh and I looked over at him startled. He was staring at me, heat and want evident in his eyes. I bit my lip and dropped my eyes, catching sight of his own arousal straining against the fabric of his jeans.

“Please,” he groaned softly, leaning toward me. I swallowed hard as blush stained my cheeks. A loud moan from the TV made my decision and I leaned to catch his kiss. His mouth was heated on mine, his tongue already begging for entry. Opening my mouth, I let him in and reached to run my fingers across his erection. He moaned and yanked me closer to him, pulling my legs underneath him as he moved on top of me. His hips moved against mine, and I could feel every inch of him as it rubbed up my leg. I pushed him up and quickly removed my shirt, goosebumps erupting as the cold air hit my heated flesh. He straddled my hips and started to undress as well, his shirt joining mine on the floor. He pushed my bra up, freeing my breasts before cupping and squeezing roughly. His mouth closed on one nipple, his fingers pinching and pulling at the other.

The orgy on the TV screen was still going strong as I reached between us and fumbled with the button and zipper of his jeans, yanking them down and letting his manhood spring to attention, precum already building at the tip. I ran my hand down it and he moaned into my skin. I hissed as he nipped and suckled harder, drawing my nipples up to be fully erect before his hand moved down to rub roughly between my legs through my shorts. I moaned loudly and arched, my hand gripping tight around his length. He groaned and pulled himself from my grasp, getting up from the couch. I whimpered at the loss and he bent over to kiss me hard, yanking my shorts and panties off in one swift move.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” my panties were still in his hand. I blushed when I realized he could feel how aroused I was just from my underwear. He grinned at my reddening face and got out of his pants, adding them to the pile of clothing on the floor. Instead of getting back on top, he knelt on the floor and pulled my body to face him, hooking both of my legs over his shoulders, giving him open access to my dripping womanhood. He ran his fingers up and down my slit, causing my legs to tighten. Spreading my lips, he slid a finger inside me, curling it and brushing my spot. His other hand reached up to my breast, massaging as I arched and wriggled under his expert touch. Another finger joined the first, burying deep in my sex as his thumb started to work my clit. I moaned in tandem with one of the women on screen and looked up in time to see cum spill all over her breasts and into her open mouth. Another wash of heat flooded through me and I bucked my hips, urging his fingers faster. He obliged, increasing his pace for a moment before removing his fingers completely and replacing them with his mouth.

His hot tongue moved against my throbbing nub, pleasure flooding through me. I groaned and writhed, getting closer and closer to orgasm. My legs pulled him tighter against me as my hips moved in rhythm with his mouth. Suddenly, I was over the edge and cried out as my release rushed through my core. Wave after wave continued to ripple through me as his tongue kept moving against my clit, dragging it out as long it could go.

Finally, he pulled back, panting with his arousal. I slowly moved my body all back onto the couch while he watched, slowly stroking his hard cock, his eyes fixed on my body. Behind him, the “Captain” character was balls deep in one woman, who was bent over a cheap desk, while squeezing the large breasts of another, both women making a lot of noise. My core throbbed, my own arousal making itself evident once again. It was my turn to beg my partner. I looked up at him, my hands rubbing my own breasts, and whimpered again. “Please…” The word came out as a whisper, but it worked. He quickly pulled my legs apart and settled between them, his erection bumping against my slit with every move.

With a soft groan, he sheathed his length in my sex, filling me perfectly. Breathless, I had a moment to get used to him before he started to thrust, starting gentle and picking up pace slowly. Our moans joined the couple’s from the film as he kept rhythm, pounding into me. Eventually he sat back on his heels, and spread my legs further apart to get a better angle. I cried out as he hit a wonderful spot inside of me over and over.

He stopped completely and slowly pulled out, getting one last ragged moan from me. “Change position baby, hands on the couch arm, ass towards me,” he ordered breathlessly. Complying, I turned over, planting my knees on the couch cushion. He gently ran his hands over my waist and down my hips to cup and squeeze my ass. He groaned softly as he smacked me once before thrusting his length deep inside me once again. Another cry tore from my throat as he pounded ruthlessly, my orgasm building quickly. He growled in response and moved faster, getting sloppy with his rhythm. I bucked my hips back with every thrust pushing him as deep inside me as he could go. As my orgasm started, I felt him buck hard against me before he pulled out roughly and hot cum spilled on my back. I moaned loudly as my orgasm worked its way through my body, making my legs shake and spasm. He held onto my hips, helping keep me up as he used his t-shirt to wipe off my back. He then gently got me laying back down on the couch before laying on top of me, pulling up the blanket around us both.

“Look, the movie ended… We missed it…” He smiled against my sweaty neck where he had buried his face.

“That’s too bad, I guess we’ll have to watch it next week as well so we don’t miss the ending,” I teased back, my fingers tangled in his hair.

He laughed, “Nah, I’d rather find a different movie, maybe one that turns you on faster…”

I pulled lightly at his hair, “Oh yeah? Maybe I’ll just pick up a boring documentary and see how turned on you get then.”

“Baby, if you’re sitting next to me… I’ll be turned on no matter what,” he kissed my neck and then moved to kiss my lips, gentle this time. I kissed him back, pulling him as close to me as he could get, naked skin on naked skin. Not what I had expected from movie night, but I couldn’t wait for the next one.

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