Movie Night Gangbang
By
Justine Snowe
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Movie Night Gangbang
Copyright 2012 by Justine Snowe
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Sara returned from the kitchen, bearing a bowl of fresh popcorn. She weaved her way past her friends who sat around the room on the couch and chairs, stepping carefully in the dark room. Justin had paused the movie when she left to pop another batch, and he started it again as she passed the bowl off, grabbing a handful for herself. She took her seat on the floor in front of the couch between Tim and Luke.
“Thanks for pausing it,” Sara said as she tossed some popcorn into her mouth.
“Thanks for getting more popcorn,” Justin replied as the movie resumed.
Sara had been looking forward to seeing this film for a while. It was a political crime thriller, the up-and-coming director’s first major picture. The reviews were mixed, but the trailer had sold her on the movie the moment she saw it: it contained a glimpse at a very explicit, and very rough, sex scene with the leading actress. Seeing the actress slammed up against a wall and screaming as a pair of burly looking thugs groped and fucked her had made Sara instantly wet. She had always had fantasies of being roughly used by a group of big men. She had watched the trailer several times in a row while she fingered herself to a wonderful orgasm.
Sara’s resemblance to the movie’s star made the whole thing that much hotter. They shared the same high cheekbones and full, green eyes. They both had slender shoulders, slight frames, and full breasts. Sara knew she would never be a movie star, but she could at least fantasize about getting fucked hard like one.
Her favorite scene hadn’t come yet, but Sara already felt a tingling between her legs thinking about it. She could feel her face and breasts flush, and was glad that all the lights were off. With her low cut top, her excitement would have been obvious to everyone else in the room.
She leaned back against the couch, and knew without looking that Tim would be struggling with a dilemma, sitting behind her - watch the movie, or stare at her ample cleavage. She knew that, no matter how much he resisted, he would look at her breasts - he always did, he couldn’t help himself, especially when he thought that she didn’t know. She always knew, however. Tim was a subtle as a jackhammer.
She didn’t mind, and frequently wore shirts with deeper necks when they hung out together. She knew it was mean to tease him like that, but she liked the attention. Sara thought Tim was cute, after a fashion. He was small, in stature and in build, the youngest of the group, with a boyish face and strong jaw that could not grow a beard no matter how much he tried.
Justin and Luke, however, were another story. Similar enough in looks to be brothers, both men were fit and very handsome. They rowed together in crew at college, and still had their burly arms and barrel chests, which they had kept though regular weightlifting over the few years since they had graduated. Sara found them both incredibly attractive, but had never done anything with Luke, and only made out with Justin while drunk at a party.
She was lost in her fantasies when she heard Luke speak. “Uh oh, she’s in trouble.”
Sara turned her attention back to the movie, and recognized the hallway that the woman was hurriedly walking down - this was it! This was the scene from the trailer! She leaned forward, entranced, and watched as the woman stopped and waited for an elevator, unaware of the brute that had followed her into the building from the parking lot.
A close-up shot of the woman’s face revealed that she had seen the thug approach. She stepped away from the elevator, her high heels clicking on the tile floor of the building’s lobby, and pushed open the door to the stairwell. She hurried up the stairs, and before the door could close behind her, the camera showed the man come after her.
She reached the door to the second floor, and was about to open it when another thug swung it open. Like the first, he was brutal looking mountain of a man. He blocked the woman from passing him onto the second floor, and then shifted his weight to block her from heading further up the stairs. She turned, and saw the first man halfway up the stairs from the ground floor.
“That’s what happens when you mess with the mafia - goons rough you up,” Justin quipped, but Sara barely heard him.
The first man ascended the stairs quickly. The woman tried to push past him, but he easily shoved her back, and the two of them surrounded her and pushed her into a corner on the landing. One of them wrapped her head in his massive hand and pushed her face into the wall. He leaned in, and whispered to her that she’d made a big mistake, asked the wrong questions. The camera cut to a close up of her face as she struggled against his powerful grip, her face twisted into a desperate snarl.
The camera cut to a wider shot, and showed the second man cup her ass in his palm as he chuckled in a sinister manner. She began to scream, and the first man squeezed her mouth shut. He told her that she was about to pay the price for sticking her nose where it didn’t belong, as the second man unzipped his pants.
Sara couldn’t look away as the thug tore her panties aside and forced his cock into the woman. She blushed harder, and thought she could feel the waves of heat rolling off of her face and breasts. What began as dampness between her legs became a flood, and she felt a wet spot growing on her own panties. She shifted her legs together so the fabric of her underwear rubbed against her clit, which sent jolts of electricity up her spine.
They all watched as the scene played on. “The reviews said this was graphic, but wow,” Tim spoke softly.
“Pretty hot, though, I have to admit,” Justin replied as the thugs slammed the woman against the wall again.
“I’ll say,” Sara said breathlessly. She hadn’t really heard what was said; she was completely engrossed in her fantasy being played out on the screen before her. It was even hotter than she had imagined it would be.
“Wait, you think this is hot?” Tim asked, slightly amazed. Sara remained entranced, and missed his tone.
“Totally. Being fucked by a pair of big men…” she trailed off. It wasn’t until after she spoke that she realized what she had admitted, and to whom she had admitted it.
"So you have fantasies like this? Fantasies of being raped?" Tim had leaned in as he spoke, and his mouth was mere inches from her ear.
"Well, um, yes…" she admitted. She heard one of the other two guys - she couldn't tell which one - make a low sound under his breath, a sound of pleasant surprise. Her heart raced.
"Have you ever had that fantasy come true?"