Busty Babes 2/Busty Babes - Vol 2.iso/wet_txt/new03.txt

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Part 3.


Having slept for most of the day, I awoke at dusk, ready for another
evening out.


I realised that the phone was ringing, so raced down-stairs to catch
it. "Hello - Ian speaking".

"Hi Ian! This is Sophie - did you have a good time last night?" Sophie
was my girlfriend, slightly older than me, and had been at cheer-
leader training the previous night. "Err, yes Soph - It was OK". "Well
listen, I've got some cinema tickets - do you want to come? They're
showing "The Exorcist" and "Evil Dead" - It should be really scary!"

I wondered for a moment whether Juliette would be there. The cinema
was run by some Italians.  Sophie would kill me if she found out about
Juliette. It would also be very embarrassing!  All the same, I hadn't
seen the movies before, and Sophie was both one of the prettiest in
town, and cute in the way I liked, so I said I'd go.

Sophie was waiting outside when I arrived. I wouldn't have claimed to
be the best looking guy around, but for whatever reason the 22 year
old blonde was infatuated with me, and we'd been going together for
weeks. Tonight, she wore the outfit I liked best ; a short pink wool
dress, really no more than a long sweater. It had a butterfly stitched
onto the pale pink wool with powder blue sequins, and reached down to
the middle of her knees and thighs. She ran over and kissed me when I
arrived. "Ian! I'm so glad you came. I've really missed you!" she said
in a little-girl voice. "Mummy and Daddy are away, so we could go back
to my house and play Trivial Pursuits afterwards!" She had a dirty
smile on her lips as she spoke, and it was quite clear that Trivial
Pursuits was not going to be the only game we would play.

I queued at the counter, presented our tickets, and after buying some
pop-corn and a hot-dog we went in, taking a back-row corner seat in
the large Odeon. As the trailers begin, I felt her hand resting on my
leg, so allowed my own hand to touch hers. The hem of her sweater had
pulled up, exposing most of her shapely long legs. Looking around, I
saw that we were separated from the rest of the audience who had
chosen seats closer to the front, obviously more interested in the
Exorcist than we were!

Turning left, towards Sophie, I swept her hair to the back of her
head, and kissed her ear, making her smile. Her legs parted slightly,
and I allowed my fingers to slip between the furrow of her thighs, and
up to the hem of her dress. Her hand moved up to the waist of my
jeans, slipping down the front, and finding the head of my penis that
was now standing hard and upright! "Your a tart Sophie" I told her.
"Hee..I am aren't I! A proper little slut and I love it!" she replied,
popping the buttons of my fly. She placed her left hand on my wrist
that lay against the woolly hem, and pulled my fingers towards her
midriff. Needing no more prompting I stroked the sensitive inner
thigh, the pressed against the front of her panties.


"Ohh Ian... Make me cum, I'm throbbing for you babes". I couldn't
believe that a girl could get so randy from just having her leg
stroked - At least I wouldn't have believed it until I met Sophie. I
moved my other hand to her pussy, my arm stretched as I tried to give
the appearance that I was watching the movie, and pulled at the crotch
of her panties. "OW!" she gasped. "You're pulling my pubic hair!" My
hand retreated, as I checked that no-one had heard her complaint. "No
babes, don't stop - I don't care, I feel so horny!"

She pulled on my stiff rod, and suddenly it was out, the flys of my
jeans parted, and my underpants pulled down to its base. She kissed me
on the nose, then moved her head down to my crotch, taking the blood-
filled head of my cock between her sweet young lips. Turning her body,
she knelt on the floor, between my spread thighs, looking up at me.
Her tongue ran up and down the stem of my cock, licking around the
ridge of its head, then moving to my balls, taking one in her mouth
and rubbing her tongue furiously against the wrinkled scrotum. Raising
her eyes to meet mine, she parted her lips, and touched the tips of
her first and second fingers to her tongue. She sucked at the fingers,
first to their knuckles, then slipping the whole of each into her
mouth. This show of girlish-ness preceded her moving the sucked
fingers back to the base of my scrotum, then pushing, between the
cleft of my buttocks to my rectum. Fiddling with my asshole, I nodded
in confirmation and felt the first finger push against my sphincter,
then enter me, soon followed by the second finger.


As she sucked and blowed, licked and kissed at my dick, her fingers
fiddled inside my ass, pushing deeply into it, pulling out, then
easing back in. "Ian... Make a mess of me. I'm a slut and I deserve no
better. Please Ian...I want to feel wanton..." she moaned, and started
picking up various bits of rubbish from the cinema's carpeted floor,
placing them on her seat.

"Make me sticky Ian, make a mess of my dress" she breathed between
long swipes of her tongue against my prick. SHe had positioned her
self astride one of my outstretched legs, and I noticed the she was
rubbing her crotch hard and fast against the toe of my shoe.
Perspiration ran down her pretty young face, smearing her make-up, as
she looked up pleading, motioning towards the collection of objects
she'd discovered. "If I mess up your dress, how will you get out?" I
asked, but she just shook her head from side to side. "I don't care,
please Ian, please!"

I picked up a half-finished cardboard cup of chocolate milk shake, not
entirely sure what she wanted me to do with it. She moved onto her
haunches and pulled at the neck of her blue woollen dress, stretching
it 18 inches from her throat. When released, it hung down, spoilt,
exposing the cleavage of her full breasts. She took the wrist of my
hand, holding the shake, and moved it towards her face, then twisted
it.

The thick milk-shake poured over her pale blue eyes, running down her
face, over her tongue that darted out to catch drips of the shake. It
covered the front of her dress, leaving a large white stain on the
material, while more went under its neck, dripping between her
breasts, over her tight tummy, and onto her spread young cunt. "More
Ian, more, please!" she pleaded returning her attention to my dick, as
I picked up a half eaten bar of chocolate. The heat of the cinema had
caused it to melt, and I opened one side of the paper and foil,
placing it against my palm, trying not to get too much of the sticky
brown goo on my fingers. Her head was bouncing up and down now, as I
brought my hand down on her tussled blonde hair pushing it against me
as I rubbed my chocolate covered palm, through her blonde bangs. I
grabbed a tussle of her chocolate-smeared hair and pushed her head
down on me, feeling the head of my penis enter her throat. As she
gagged, her contracting throat squeezed me deliciously, though soon
relaxed to accommodate my long weapon.

Her fingers wiggled as she pushed a third finger into my ass, her
other hand reaching out and placing a tub of half eaten ice-cream into
my free hand. I balanced the tub on her bobbing head, it's opening
downwards. Cream begin to seep into her already messy locks, but as I
pressed on it soft plastic base, the carton cracked, and a large
dollop of the cold vanilla ice-cream splattered into her hair. I took
some in my hand and reached below her hair, smearing the cream into
the part of her sweater that covered her budding young breasts.

The toe of my shoe was now penetrating her pussy, and she rode it like
a short, broad, cock, and I'd never before seen a girl looking quite
so slutty, even in the filthyest magazines and books. I picked up the
remaining items from the seat, the pop-corn and hot-dog. Sophie looked
up, and gave me the most dirty smile imaginable, then took the hot dog
from me. I begin to empty the carton into her hair, breaking up the
toffee-covered corns against her scalp. I pushed more corns between
the girth of my penis, and her pale-pink lips until her cheek were
full, enjoying the slight roughness as they pressed within her mouth
against my tool. With each thrust of her head, some popped out, the
wet toffee making some stick to her pretty face whilst other dropped
down the inside of her sweater.

Suddenly she moved her head from me, and leaned back. "Ian...Ian" she
panted. "Watch me...." She pulled the three fingers out from my ass,
waving them in-front of my eyes. "Oooh Ian. They're all dirty!" she
whimpered, parted her lips, licked the muck off each finger, then
tried to push her young hand into her mouth.


Her legs parted as far as they could, her sodden sweater hitched up to
her waist, she moved the hand from her mouth and, placed a finger on
each labia. Pushing them apart, she revealed the pink canal of her
vagina, then positioned the Hot-Dog bun at the entrance to her love-
hole. Squeezing the bun against the long weenie it contained she
started to push the ketchup covered mess into her young cunt. Ketchup
and sausage meat squelched out as she stuffed the food inside of her
thinly downed pussy, until, looking like a de-flowered virgin, all
that could be seen was a dribble of red sauce and her own juices
dripping towards her tight young anus.


As she slowly closed her legs the sausage-skin must have split inside
her, and bits of sausage, sodden bread, and ketchup spilled out in
strings, while she dribbled half chewed popcorn onto her body. Turned
on to an extreme by this, I ejaculated spurt after spurt of hot, thick
semen onto her tarty, slutty face. She was squeezing her breasts so
hard it must have hurt, as my cum joined the rest of the cream on her
dress, dripping from her face. She licked the last few strings of
semen from my cock-head then fell back to the carpet, exhausted.
"Thanks Ian.. That was wonderful" she said, looking like a strangely
erotic cross between the horniest tart and the messiest tramp.

"Sophie, I'm damned if I'm going to walk out with you looking like
that! Your hair's horrible, all stuck together with dried ice-cream,
and milk-shake. Your face is covered in cum and toffee. Your dress is
a disaster, stretched down below your tits, and stiff from all the
crap that's dried on it. It's not even covering your knickers!"

"I know Ian. There's nothing I can do about it, but hell, that felt
rude! Lets go now before the show finishes." I thought about making
her go on her own, but wanted to see her in the light, so followed her
to the exit. The girl in the ticket office, watched in astonishment as
this 22 year old blonde, walked past, her dress finishing half way
down her panties, her face sopping with cum, her body drenched with
ice-cream and milk, and a little trail of bits of sausage meat
dripping down the inside of her exposed young thighs. A gang of youths
who obviously knew her, jeered. "Fuck Sophie - You slut! What have you
been doing" but she just smiled cutely, and dribbled semen from her
lips.

I gave her my long-coat to walk in, not so much out of pity, but
through a desire to avoid being blamed for this mess of a girl. When
we got inside the house she turned to me. "I want to do that again
Ian. They're showing Bambi tomorrow - Will you come with me?" "Take a
bath Sophie" I laughed, incredulous at the actions of this 'sweet'
young blonde.