Just Like In The Movies

Monica had grown up in a sheltered convent...but now she was eighteen, beautiful, and eager to live life to the fullest! So she couldn't resist the temptation of spying on Mathias from the shadows while he watched his naughty porn movies.
Why did they do those strange things? Why did it make her feel so strange inside? And could she entice Mathias into 'doing it' with her, before her mother married his father, and made him forbidden forever?

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Why did she feel such a weird tingling inside whenever she spied on Matt and his dirty movies from the darkened doorway?

Sometimes she wanted to laugh, they did such bizarre things. But mostly she felt very queer inside, very empty and hollow and aching. And wet. There was always a slick wetness between her legs now whenever Matt smiled at her, or when she secretly watched the movies over his shoulder.

The temptation was irresistible. Before she knew it, she was slipping out of her bedroom like a slender wraith, and creeping down the hallway toward the salon.

Yes, he was staring at the TV again, just like he did nearly every night. She could only see the back of his head in the screen’s bright light, but his shoulders were tense and hunched up.

Why was he always moving one arm as he rocked back and forth?

Why, that girl looked almost like she did! Same long black hair, same almond-shaped brown eyes, even the same little breasts!

A familiar ache began to spiral through her flat belly as she watched the girl’s clothes being removed one piece at a time, and the man started stroking between her legs. Why would he want to do that--and why was she enjoying it so much? She must be, from the way she was wiggling around in his lap and begging him for...something.

Now the man was doing something Monica didn’t quite understand. Every movie was pretty much the same. He lifted the girl up and then set her back down on the big thing growing hard in his lap. Or he stretched his long body over hers, and pushed the thing between her legs. Or sometimes he made her crouch on her hands and knees first, and then pushed it into her.

And she screamed and tried to fight him...but then once he was inside her, she started grabbing him and begging for more.

Then when he had her moaning really loud, he changed positions and did it again. And again. And sometimes white milk shot out from his long hard lap-thing, and he moaned loud, too.

“Why is he doing that?”

The words escaped her before she could choke them back.

Matt spun around on the couch, and in the flickering light she saw that his wide eyes were dilated. He was trying to grab at something on the couch and fumble with his bathrobe, and he looked horrified at being caught.