My first movie with bare girls in

It wasn't until the 80s I saw films with bare girls in. I mean, I'd see lovely Goddesses like Miss Margaret Nolan and Miss  Sally Douglas in films like Carry On, in skimpy outfits, even bikinis - and always spunked my pants in the cinema in grateful pervy ecstasy. They were girls who appeared in magazines like Parade, which I loved because the girls were never too bare for me.

But when I saw my first Russ Meyer film, it brought it home to me - not only were these girls very bare, right up to topless, but I could see them walking, talking, laughing, dancing, moving, tossing their hair back, undressing (partially). They were REAL. And showing more than I'd ever seen.

I'm there in the cinema in my ‘dirty' rainmac, there's maybe half a dozen other pervs dotted around in their macs and long coats, maybe here to get their sex pleasure seeing girls show the only way pervs like us can. When I arrived at the cinema the receptionist looked at me like She knew I was a perv.

Then in the film when Miss Christi Hartburg comes out in that skimpy top with all Her bosomy cleavage, I'm bouncing up and down in my seat as She makes me pump and pump into my pants, unable to stop the moans. I mean, when have I ever seen a girl like that, apart from in my magazines?

That's about 10 minutes into the movie and I've already done it, so up I get and walk to the exit, my wet pants and trousers slapping against my legs. I walk past the receptionist who I imagine is a bit surprised - maybe I didn't like the film?

But the next evening I'm back - same mac and trousers and pants, now dry - and She looks at me askance as I pay and go in. I manage to get past Miss Christi's first appearance but about 5 minutes later She makes me again, and I'm heading for the exit. I'd love to open my mac now so when I walk past the receptionist She sees, and then knows why I'm leaving already, but I don't have the nerve.

I do look back at Her quickly as I walk past and I can see Her slight puzzlement, mixed with a lot of indifference it has to be said. She must see pervs like me come and go from Her cinema all the time, and She clearly has no regard for us at all - just a bunch of wankers, coming to Her cinema cause that's the only way we get to see girls show.

The next evening I'm back again, and this time She says to me "the film's only playing till the end of the week." I look at Her wide-eyed with a worried expression, part put on but also genuine - am I going to get to see all the film? I can tell She realises this is what the perv standing in front of Her is thinking.

Again I get through the first 15 minutes or so and then there's Miss Uschi Digard - a Goddess who's made me spunk my pants many times seeing Her photos in my mags - and She goes topless almost immediately and I'm spurting shot after shot of cum into my pants.

I walk out into reception and the lady looks up and then back down again. I think She might have twigged what's going on. The next evening as I'm paying yet again She says "is there a problem?" I look at Her unsure how to respond. On an impulse I mumble "no" but nod yes at the same time. She looks at me quizzically for a moment, then says "why don't you go in when the film's got to where you saw it last?"

I nod yes vigorously, with a thin smile. She must have guessed, I'm sure. I hang around the foyer as the minutes pass slowly. At first I go up to look at the posters but immediately there's Miss Christi and I can't look - too big a risk She'll make me spunk my pants there and then, with Her lovely cleavage. (Be so nice if I did and the lady saw me though).

So I fidget nervously, and the lady glances up every now and then, seeing the state I'm getting in. "That's about where you got up to last night," She says, and instantly I scurry for the door to the screen, showing my desperation to see the bare girls and - would the lady assume I rub under my mac? - She probably might not know that pervs like me cum in our pants just looking.

And 5 minutes later I'm back out, my mac and trousers soggy with cum - there was a lovely (black) girl in the film who was so bosomy and in a bikini. Instant pants-spunk for this pervert girl-worshipper. The lady almost gasps, as I turn to apologise. I toy with the idea of explaining why, but I'm too nervous to.

So you could have knocked me over with a feather when She says "can you really not last any longer than that?!"  I sheepishly shake my head, and pause hoping She'll say some more, but She looks back down, shaking Her head as She does.

I'm looking forward to next evening, and when I arrive, a few minutes later than before but too nervous to cut it fine, I pay, and She looks at me knowingly. Then I'm nervously shuffling, unable to keep still like someone desperate for a piss, waiting till it's time to go in.

Suddenly I hear the lady say "5, 4, 3, 2.......ONE! Go!"

I literally run for the door, hearing Her slightly derisory laughter behind, and in less than 10 minutes I'm back out, still red-faced and breathless - the beautiful black girl went topless AND DANCED go-go!! She was on screen and within 2 minutes of that I was pumping and pumping, painful moans under my breath.

"Oh dear," the receptionist says, "we're not doing very well, are we?!"

Cue for my favourite expression - "sorry Miss, can't help it..."

The next night is the last day of showing, and I'm less than halfway through the film, so when I come out again after only 5 minutes or so, She doesn't say anything - She told me on the way in it was the last night, and I go up to Her kiosk with my trousers and pants soaked in cum, and ask if the film will be back any time soon. She says She doesn't know, but doesn't want to get into conversation, and I leave. 

It turns out ok though because a few weeks later they have another Russ Meyer film and I have the joy of going through the same process again. How I love turning up in my ‘dirty' mac, looking every inch a perv, paying to go in and see a film all about bosomy bare girls, the receptionist knowing, I'm sure, that I can only see a few minutes each time before the girls make me cum in my pants.

I spend every evening for an entire week going to see this film for no more than 10 or 15 minutes each time, my rainmac zipped up even on warm summer evenings. She knows I'm a wanker, I'm sure, and how I love that.

This time of course She knows what to expect and looks at me in that same disparaging way and I put on my mostly genuine act of desperate nervous anticipation, hands shaking with nerves, pervy expression, specially looking at the posters, then almost panicked hurry to get through the door to the screen and ogle and pants-spunk along with the other pervs.

I'm having the same trouble getting through this new film too, so it doesn't help when, having arrived early and then waiting in the foyer for the right time to go in, I'm looking at this poster and I get mesmerised and the girl in the poster makes me do it in my pants. I try not to make it too obvious - not easy when a girl is giving me such ecstasy - but it must be obvious from my quivering and convulsions what's happening to me.

Even though I've paid for the film but not gone in, I leave the cinema, to return the next evening for a ticking off - "you're not waiting out here if that's what you're gonna do, understood?!"

"I'm sorry Miss, it just happened, I really couldn't help it..."

"I don't care! You're not doing it! Just go in and watch the film and do whatever it is you do then leave after 5 minutes or however long it takes you and come back next evening - I don't mind you doing that if that's what you need to do."

"Yes Miss, thank you Miss."

So, since She knows I cum in my pants just like that, and therefore She must know that's what happens to me when I watch the film, well, I can't resist it. I go in the next night to buy my ticket and for once my mac's open. My wank-trousers are heavily spunk-stained but She won't really see that from the kiosk. 5 minutes later I'm back out with a big wet patch on the front of my trousers, and I can't resist turning to Her to say goodbye as I leave, giving maybe a glimpse of well-spunked trousers.

She just raises Her eyebrows, knowing now what's just happened to me seeing the bare girls in the film, and then gasping as She sees my wetness. I recoil in ‘shock' and hastily pull my mac closed and shuffle off, now revelling in the thought She's seen for sure I spunk my pants seeing the girls in the film.

The next evening I arrive at the cinema and hesitate outside, on the point of zipping up my mac but then not being able to resist leaving it open and walking in, nervous but excited. She looks up as the door swings closed behind me and I have 30 or 40 seconds walking towards Her and She can see the state of my trousers - again.

I'm surprised that She doesn't say anything or react at all, and I'm due to hang around in the foyer until the right moment to go in. I leave my mac open, feeling very pervy with my mass of spunk-stains fully visible on the front of my trousers. However, when another customer comes through the door, I pull my mac closed.

It's a good opportubnity to see what another perv looks like and I'm right, he is obviously a perv. His coat is long, almost ridiculously so, and once he's at the kiosk he opens it, supposedly to get his money out, but I can see he's exposed a very grubby pair of trousers, as if to show Her but knowing She can't actually see.

I thought I was bad but I'm guessing his stains must go back literally years. He looks at me and I quickly look away, and I can feel his gaze on me for a few minutes, and I allow my mac to swing open as if by itself, so he can compare notes. He soon looks away, and I wait for him to go through to the screen before following a few minutes later.

Unlike the last film this one has a female lead, a very bosomy dark-haired Goddess. I'm loving it because it's She who makes me spunk my pants in a couple of minutes, without even taking anything off - Her bosomy bulging top and cleavage has me moaning and ejaculating heavily almost as soon as She comes on screen.

I've come up with a ruse to try and see the whole film this time, and I hang around in the foyer to recover a little bit, causing the receptionist to look up and wonder what I'm up to. She relaxes when after 30 or 40 minutes I go back in, I'm guessing She knows my plan.

More bare girls are on screen before the dark-haired Goddess reappears, this time in a bikini, walking through woods down to a lake or something. I was thinking I would have to rub through my pocket holes, having cum in my pants only half an hour or so earlier, but seeing Her in that bikini means I only have to pull my foreskin back two or three times, and She's making me again.

So it's literally only 10 or 15 minutes and I'm back in reception, my underpants and trousers carrying a big load of cum, and the lady looks up and stays looking, giving me an excuse to stop and turn to Her as if thinking She was going to speak, so She sees the massive wet patch on my trousers - and She does speak: "You're unbelievable, that's the second time tonight and you still only last a few minutes?!"

"It's when She came on screen in a bikini Miss..." I start to stammer before She holds Her hand up - "I don't want the details. Look, if it makes you happy, I know you're a pervert and you wank-off in that mac, or just cum in your pants. Does that make you happy?! Just don't take liberties, OK?!"

"Yes Miss, sorry Miss, it's lovely of you to be so understanding...."

"Just go! See you tomorrow no doubt - in fact there's about 40 or 50 minutes to go so you're not going to get through this film either!"

She pauses for a minute or so as I try to stop smiling, then She laughs, surprisingly heartily - "you wankers! What a bunch, all of you! Keeps me in a job though!" and She laughs some more.