Her mind flashed with excitement when she realized that the boy next to her was probably no older than fifteen or sixteen.
He was jacking off!
Surely the boy knew that she was sitting next to him! Surely he knew that she could see him clearly enough out of the corner of her eye. The boy seemed to be concentrating on the action on the screen while beating himself off.
Sheila wished she could take his big young prick in her hand and finish the job for him. She wished she could rub his cock up and down until his hot young sperm spurted all over the seat in front of him. The more she thought about it the more the idea seemed within possibility.
If the boy was willing to haul out his big thick prick and masturbate so near her, perhaps he wouldn't mind her fingers on his cock. Did she have the nerve to drop her hand on the boy's lap? Did she have the nerve to approach this boy who seemed to be tempting her with his nasty act?
Sheila felt her hand rising from her own lap where her fingers had been moving against her sensitive cunt, felt her hand moving slowly toward the young boy's lap. She took a deep breath and shifted her position on the seat, half facing the boy. She heard the boy's hand making slurping sounds as it ran up and down the slickened shaft of his cock. Her hand was incredibly close to the boy's erection, felt the heat of it.
Sheila gasped suddenly as her fingers wrapped around his erect shaft, gasped as if she hadn't really expected her hand to wrap around his dick.
Sheila grasped the kid's cock hard. She heard the boy moan softly when he felt her warm hand replacing his own on his slippery prick. He didn't seem too surprised by her sudden participation in his masturbatory activities, a fact that assured her that he had been tempting her all the time.
She felt as if she were being watched, as if every eye in the house were on her, but she didn't care. She wanted the boy desperately and she was going to have him, no matter how public her nasty act was, no matter how depraved. If the boy wanted it, so did she.
The boy didn't say a word as she began slowly stroking his jutting cock up and down. He dropped his hands to his knees and let her jack him off to her heart's content, breathing heavily as the hot-assed older woman made his balls feel like hot coals.
Sheila rubbed her thumb over the underside of the boy's aching cock, making him jump each time her thumb ran over his ultra-sensitive flesh. The hot cock seemed to get harder and harder by the second, seemed to grow and grow as if it would never reach its full length and thickness. It arched up and out, reaching for the ceiling it seemed.
Sheila's hand was sopping wet with the boy's slippery pre-seminal oozings. Her cunt was wet too, wet with the oozings of her own pussy fluids.
Sheila's mouth was wet and longing to suck the boy's cock deep into her throat. Staring into the boy's lap, she could almost taste his big dick in her mouth. It had been so long since she had had a strong cock in her mouth, so long since she had tasted saltiness of pre-cum, so long since she had felt the hot blood pounding in a man's cock. Not since she had divorced her husband had she really abandoned herself to the urgings of her lusts, and now she was doing the most depraved things imaginable in full view of dozens of dirty-minded men.
Sheila was still jerking the boy off eagerly when he shifted in his seat until he faced her more directly. Sheila took his movement as an invitation to go even farther with her sexual activities.
Her mouth watering for hot cock, she bent over the boy's lap, moving her lovely face closer and closer to the dripping shaft of his prick. She dared to look up at the face of the boy whose cock she was about to suck and saw a nasty boyish grin that made her cunt twitch.
Without saying a word, she moved her face into his lap, grazing the lips of his cockhead with her tongue, tasting the droplet of pre-cum that she had caused to ooze from his cockhole by running her thumb up the underside of his rod.
The young boy sat bolt upright when he felt Sheila's warm mouth closing around the shaft of his dripping dick. He reached out and grabbed the back of the lovely older woman's head, forcing her down into his lap, forcing her to take even more of his throbbing cock into her mouth.
Sheila knew from his total lack of self-consciousness that the young boy had had a great deal of sexual experience. She felt the force of his strong and self-assured hands against the back of her head, felt his wild urgency as he pressed her head into his lap.
The boy's open zipper scratched against her silken cheeks as he forced her face into his lap. His wiry black pubic hair rubbed against her forehead. She felt the animal heat of his straining lower body, felt it rising from his hot balls. She inhaled the masculine scent of his balls, was almost overcome by it. It was all too much for her.
At first the horny Sheila had participated willingly, almost desperately, in the nasty activities with the young stranger. When she began to feel the real strength of the young stud, however, she began to have second thoughts about the depraved act she was committing so openly in the crowded theater.
When she felt the boy's urgency, she began to lose the feeling of self-assuredness that had made her plunge headlong into the dizzying whirlpool of her lusts. The boy was suddenly too strong, too manly, too forceful, too much like her former husband, the man she had learned to loathe.
Sheila suddenly regretted having allowed her eyes to fall to the boy's lap in the first place, regretted having entered the shadowy theater. She was finding it difficult to breathe as the boy began bucking his lean young ass, forcing more and more of his thick cock down her grasping throat.
Every time his prick-head banged against the back of her throat she nearly choked on the huge cock. Desperately, she tried to raise her head off the boy's jutting cock, but to no avail.
The harder she tried to pull off his prick the harder he held her fast on it. She tried to sit up, but even that effort failed her. The boy was bent on face-fucking her until she strangled on his sperm.
She was terrified. She tried to scream out her fear, but even that was impossible, the kid's big cock was so tightly crammed into her mouth.
As if her impaling were not enough, Sheila suddenly became aware of something warm on her leg. A hand! She felt her stomach knot suddenly. Still trying desperately to raise herself up off the boy's lap, she tried to see out of the corner of her eye whose hand had fallen on her naked leg. The more she struggled, the farther her dress rucked up, baring more and more of her dark satiny legs. The hand on her bare flesh gripped her more and more tightly, squeezing her shaking leg and moving farther and farther up along her thigh. It wasn't long before the rough hand had found its way all the way to the damp crotch of her panties.
Sheila felt the man's big rough hand kneading the soft jiggling flesh of her upper legs near the crotch of her flimsy garment. Fingers began scratching at the wet gauzy covering. It was a strange feeling, this mixture of intense fear and burning sexual excitement. For, as terrified as Sheila was, she could still not control the tingling, itching sensations in her eager twat.
She tried to look up at the boy, tried to see what expression was on his face now that he had her where he wanted her. He let her raise herself up off his cock just far enough to look down at her lovely face.
A broad wicked grin spread over the kid's face as he stared into her eyes-brimming with tears. She knew that she would be shown no mercy by the lecherous young punk.
"I gotta get me some of that stuff too, kid!" Sheila heard a deep voice growl behind her.