cute03.txt 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, who didn't seem to take any attention of age at the door, so most of the local kids went quite a lot. 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 fifteen 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 fifteen 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.