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This story is already in my directory on aastr.
However, I was ignorant and never posted it to ASSM.
In addition, this copy includes some minor edits, so I
would like to have it replace my current archived
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The Hitchhiker's Guide to Theater Sex
Copyright (C) 2003 The Thinking Horndog
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyrighted with
all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
Reproduction for profit is forbidden. Any distribution must
include this note and the author's email address. Don't be caught
attempting to make a buck off me!
Warnings and disclaimers:
This is adult entertainment! Be warned! If you're not into
graphic depictions of sex, this is the wrong story for you! If
you're too young to be legally reading this, move along!
This is a work of fiction. It is not intended to reflect any
particular person or persons, and the incidents portrayed exist
in their current form solely in the writer's imagination. You
get the idea.
Content: M+F M+M Public Oral Anal Con NC/Reluc
While I write about these issues freely, I don't necessarily
advocate or condone any of it. Similarly, while I throw a sop to
protection, the attention paid is realistically sloppy. I
certainly DON'T recommend that YOU take your life in your hands!
This is my first complete work. You'll find my e-mail address on
asstr-mirror.org; please feel free to offer constructive criticism
(remember, I've read extensively from the site, so don't beat me
up too bad - I know my competition!), or even (blush) an
occasional compliment...
Having said all that, I wrote this to educate, as well as
entertain. If you've ever frequented such places as the one I
describe here, you know that periodically couples come there -
and many of them are variations on scared to death - for
absolutely no reason! Or they show up and pretend to expect to
be ignored, which is equally stupid. If you take your woman to
an adult theater, the pair of you should expect to be watched, as
an absolute minimum - only a fool would delude him/herself
otherwise. If this story makes one woman comfortable enough to
let her hair down and enjoy herself in an adult theater, it's
done it's job. Similarly, if it eases the mind of one male who
is contemplating bringing his woman into that environment for a
little excitement, I'll be happy. Enjoy!
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It was Friday night, and I had no options, so out of
boredom, I went off to visit the local adult entertainment
complex. Disdaining books and movies on the shelf, I immediately
approached the counter for a theater ticket. The transaction was
soon completed, and I joined the ebb and flow entering the
theater.
Inside, the usual group was occupying the back row and the
open space behind it, this area offering the most privacy, and
somewhat screened from the entry. There were a couple of guys
visibly jerking off standing behind the seats, and one denizen
seated at the end of the row was delivering a blowjob by the
simple expedient of turning his head toward the fellow standing
to his left.
I decided that I would settle for this action later, if I
had to, and examined my environs with eyes slowly adjusting to
the low light from the screen, where a young blonde was being
anally penetrated, cowgirl style, by a fellow seated in a chair.
After a bit of examination, I discovered two heads close together
in the seats. Pulse quickening, I ambled closer to examine the
situation.
Jackpot! A couple! They were seated in the traditional
position, at the left end of the row, the male on the aisle. I
made my move, inserting myself in a seat in the same row, leaving
one open seat between us.
The woman examined me fearfully, and the male withdrew his
hand from her blouse. I took the opportunity to obtain an
impression of them. The woman was in her mid to late thirties, a
bit heavy (quite a bit, maybe) and sweet-faced. The male
appeared older, maybe late forties, and not tremendously robust.
The woman fetched me another fearful look, which I returned
enigmatically. "I'm relatively innocuous," I whispered hoarsely,
just loud enough to be heard over the moans of the movie
soundtrack, "Go on with what you're doing."
"B-but... Are you gonna watch?" she blurted.
I decided to take the bull by the horns, "Sweetheart, if
you wanted your show to be private, you'd have rented a video and
taken it home. You came here because you wanted the theater
experience - a big part of which is other people! Right?"
The woman exchanged glances with her escort, and after a
short pause, nodded.
"Okay, then," I continued. "Have you two ever done this
before?" A head shake - no. "Would you like a quick class in
the rules of the road?" I smiled engagingly.
The pair exchanged glances again, and the male grunted.
The woman looked back at me and nodded assent, still very
fearful. I decided to press my luck. "I can talk from here, but
it would cause less commotion if I sat there," I said, pointing
to the seat between us. "I'll keep my hands to myself, and move
back after."
This triggered a whispered conference, and I became worried
that I'd gone too far - but they came to agreement, and the male
grunted, "Okay." I got the impression that the woman had argued
the `for' position, which augured well for the evening.
I shifted closer, and picked up a subtle hint of perfume,
and another familiar smell - feminine arousal. Cool! "Okay,
first thing: Honey, you can relax. Some of the people here are
only interested in boys, and could care less - but those who like
women are proud of you and want you to have a good time! You're
very brave to come here and we all applaud that! To us, you
represent proof that there really ARE girls out there who like
sex, and we're happy to have you here!"
I looked into wide eyes. The woman drew a shaky breath,
"Really?"
"Sure! Moreover, you're perfectly safe, here - no one will
do anything with you that you don't allow. If someone tries and
you raise a ruckus, twenty guys will hop out of their seats and
pound on the offender - guaranteed. Chivalry isn't dead -
particularly in places like this. Take me, for example," I tried
to look innocuous, something usually not to difficult. "How
could I expect to present myself to you as a viable sexual
partner if I let some moron mess with you? You'd be out of here,
and any opportunity would be lost! So it's an exercise in
self-interest; anybody who wants to interact with you in any way
- even just watch - will take action to protect you if you're in
distress!"
From the rapt expressions, I could see I had their
attention, so I went on. Turning my attention to the male, I
declared, "Control of the situation is YOUR department!"
"Huh?" he grunted.
"Okay, we're a bit ahead of things, because I'm sitting
here - I'll come back to that - but the bottom line is that YOU
control the situation," I explained. "Other men will look to you
for guidance in what is allowed and what is not. I'm sitting
here, too, and I'm considered an invited guest - but I have no
say. Only YOU do! If you wave someone off, he'll back off. If
he doesn't, and you make an issue of it, others - especially
others involved - will support you."
He nodded, and the woman looked more comfortable. "Now," I
continued, "Let's talk about etiquette. Even if you sit here
looking uptight, you're going to attract a certain amount of
attention. Guys will take up seats all around you, trying to get
a look at what's going on."
"Why?" the woman asked.
"Because observing the real thing, however poorly, is
better than watching a movie," I replied. "Add to that the
distinct possibility that you might allow some level of
participation, and the issue becomes pretty clear. Most of us -
me included - hunger just to touch a woman. Anything - rubbing
her neck, or thigh - just holding her hand while she orgasms is
better than nothing at all. An opportunity to help in any way is
gravy."
"Wow! Don't they care that I'm..." she waved at herself.
"I've seen all shapes and sizes, ages - young guys might
stay away from a really old woman, but there are old guys in
here, too - LOTS of them! This is a haven of the really
desperate male - looks don't matter squat if you're female." I
replied, continuing, "I'm being brutally honest, here." An older
guy slid into a seat diagonally in front of the woman, directly
in front of me. "See? We really need to get on to etiquette -
we're farther along than you realize."
"Okay, go ahead," the man rasped.
I too a breath, and continued, "Okay, as I said, you're
going to attract some attention. Initially, everybody is going
to be circumspect, especially if there is no visible activity,
and you're just sitting there like a lump, clutching your purse!"
I grinned to take the sting out of it. "Virtually no one will
occupy this seat directly, although it's what they're ALL angling
for."
"No?" the woman asked, eyebrows raised.
"No," I confirmed. "It's considered bad manners. I
actually approached you in the most direct manner that you should
have to tolerate. One seat away, or two, for more timid souls,
is the usual start point. I started at one, because two is out
of all reach, and having to move in one seat telegraphs your
intentions quite a bit. THIS" I indicated my seat beside her "is
the seat of the invited guest. Inviting someone to sit here
indicates you're approachable. I mentioned this before - it's
why you're now getting more attention. I'm sitting here;
therefore I was invited. That means you're not pretending to be
uninterested in company, which makes you more of a draw."
I turned to the man. "If someone plops down here directly,
without you reaching some kind of understanding first, move!
He'll get the hint. If he follows, make an issue of it, and
someone will help you eject him. And whoever it is will be
pissed, because he'll assume the moron ruined things for
everybody! Dig?"
"I get it."
I returned my attention to the woman. "Okay, assuming that
you do something visible, you're going to draw a few people.
They'll sit in front, behind you, or one over. In a place like
this, where the aisle is along the wall, somebody might even lean
against the wall to watch, although I'd expect that not to happen
unless things were really busy in your seat! You can avoid that
by going to a place that has three tiers of seating and sitting
in the center tier. Basically, the more that is going on, the
more attention you'll gather."
I again turned to the man. "Once again, you're in control.
If things get too hot, you can LITERALLY reach in and indicate
who can stay and who must leave. Somebody gets to grabby or too
nosy, you eject them from the game, just like an umpire!"
The man blinked. "Damn!"
"But the flip side is also true," I pointed out. "If you
fail to take exception at something, it WILL continue! She can
probably stop it - but she will have less control, largely
because she is the target. You need to be proactive in fixing
problems."
"How far can it go?" the woman husked.
"Pretty far," I admitted. "One time I happened upon a
little blonde riding her boyfriend in the seat while blowing
another guy and jacking off a third. She had a guy turned
backward in the seat in front of her working on her tits! I was
too late to get in on that one. Basically everybody was crowded
around, watching, and she COULD have pulled a train, but her
boyfriend called it after he got his nut."
"Wow!" the woman gasped.
"That's unusual, though," I admitted. "Usually, one or two
guys get to help out, and it's limited by clothing and such.
Let's say one to masturbate you and one to play with your tits,
or suck on your neck and rub your back while your man services
your titties. Maybe you jack one of `em off. If they're lucky,
you choose one or two to take home... But that happens less often
than anyone would like."
Rough talk had created pink spots on the woman's cheeks.
"You don't mind if I speak plainly, do you?" I asked, knowing the
answer.
"N-no!" she responded, weakly.
"Okay," I continued, "Let's talk about the approach."
"The approach?" The woman looked blank.
"Sure!" I replied. "I've already noted that nobody should
just move in, so, obviously, there has to be an approach! Now if
a guy sits here," I indicated the seat beside me that I had
initially occupied, "Or two over," I pointed to the next seat,
"he's gonna have high hopes of blocking out others, but he
doesn't REALLY have much to work with. If he's two seats over,
he's basically limited to blatantly watching and hoping for an
invite, or moving over one and trying for contact." I hopped up
and moved momentarily to my original seat. "From here, contact
is possible. First, I casually drape my arm on the seat back," I
demonstrated, "Then I go for touch." Again, I demonstrated,
drawing fingers along her shoulder. "He'll try to make it
casual, so if you don't like it he can claim it was accidental.
But it won't be, and he'll get braver and braver, until you take
notice, one way or another."
"What if I flinch away?" she asked.
"That's a setback. It might stop him cold, situation
depending - but if you're showing signs of real arousal, it
probably won't," I replied. "If you encourage him, he'll move
here," I slid back into the seat beside her, "and work carefully
on becoming more familiar. This is a classic," I put my arm on
the seat arm between us, then casually allowed it to droop until
it was in contact with her outer thigh. Her eyes, watching the
hand, grew round. "Next, I gradually acquire more territory," I
gently slid my hand up and down her thigh, working inward. "By
this point, if you do nothing it constitutes an invitation -
wouldn't you agree?" I smiled into her eyes.
"Uhhh..." I was getting the full `deer in the headlights'
look, at this point, so I went on. "Basically, the next thing
I'd expect if we got this far is that you would scrunch down a
bit and open your thighs." She actually made to do it, then
stopped herself. Before she could turn a glare on me, I
nonchalantly removed my hand, which provided just the right
amount of confusion. "As I said, though, one seat over isn't the
world's best start point. Personally, I prefer the one this
fellow is in." I waved at the occupant of the seat ahead of me.
"This is a prime location. While looking is pretty obvious,
contact is actually easier, using a variation of the arm on the
back of the seat dodge," The fellow, who had obviously been
listening, turned to look at us. "Why don't you demonstrate?" I
asked.
The guy was 40, balding, and somewhat fat. He looked
nervously at both of them, got a frowning nod from the male, and
proceeded to drape his arm over the back of the seat, where it
could come into play with her knee easily. "See?" I noted, "If
played properly, little fingers run right up your inner thigh in
no time. This trick can also be run from the seat in front of
you man, but it's more risky. Tell `em why." I directed the bald
intruder.
"I can't see the man," he grunted, withdrawing his hand.
"Correct!" I approved, turning my attention to the man.
"Physically, he would be in good position for her, but you're out
of his sight. And since he's messing with your woman... Well,
you get the picture!"
"Yeah!" the man exclaimed quietly.
"Note that the seat directly in front of our lady here is a
poor position," I pointed out. "This is probably a good thing,
if she's actually watching the movie. However, if he gets the
green light and the action gets heavy, the guy on the diagonal
might move there to work directly over the seat back." At this
point, baldy totally lost his nerve and moved away, cherishing
his quick touch, no doubt. For a moment, I felt bad... But the
show goes on...
"Similarly," I continued pedantically, hopping up and going
over the seat back to settle in the seat behind, "the seats in
the next row have their pros and cons. Pro is the fact that the
diagonals offer the most unimpeded view without being totally
obvious," I demonstrated, sitting up and peering into the woman's
lap. "Con would be that you're not in the normal visual field,
so you can go unnoticed and miss out on the action. On the other
hand, if you DO get the green light," I drew my finger down the
woman's neck, then slid my hand down to quickly cup a breast,
"it's a good place to work on the upper half from." The woman
gasped, but I was gone - again. The man watched me, but I
thought I detected a hint of approval...
I slid back into the adjoining seat. "That's the
approach," I concluded. "The forthright will ask for permission,
at some point - but not always, `cause we're shy, too.
Eventually, we'll get brave enough to do anything you don't
object to."
But I wasn't done! "On to clothing!" I announced. "May
I?" The woman nodded, and I felt her up, unashamedly. She was
wearing jeans and a white blouse which buttoned down the front -
gaping a bit. I reached in, watching her, and ran my hand over
her bra. "Okay," I began, "some poor choices. Jeans suck. You
can't get out of them - and you DAMN sure can't get back in! -
without guys in the thirty second row knowing they missed
something! The blouse is okay, but I think you've already
discovered that the bra is a bad choice. If you wear one, make
sure it opens from the front! Probably better is a sports bra,
or a halter. You can wear a coat or jacket over a halter, and no
one will know until you take it off - but you can flip down the
top, and everybody's happy!" I ran a hand along her leg.
"Jeans, are tight. They're a bitch. Better to wear stretch
pants, or a track suit - something with an elastic waistband.
Best is a skirt, preferably wrap-around, and NO PANTIES! That
makes life easier for everyone! Racy nylons and a garter belt
are optional..." I grinned, looking her over. "What kind of
shoes are you wearing?"
"Sandals!" she replied.
"Good choice," I approved, "especially if you're gonna turn
out in jeans! Boots or something would make a tough job
impossible! And running shoes would be a bitch!"
The woman was absorbing every word, so I decided it was
time to take my life in my hands. I addressed the man: "How were
you gonna handle tonight?" He shrugged; they were so deep in
problem solving that the zinger I was about to slide them would
probably pass. I assumed a tone of resignation. "Okay," I
sighed, "got her coat? We'll need it!" He just nodded, collecting
it from the seat arm. "Put it back," I directed, "We won't need
it until after..." I turned to the woman, "Okay, Sweetheart,
unzip and raise up a bit in your seat. Your man, here, and I are
gonna grab your belt loops and jean tops and try to shuck them to
your knees in one pass, okay?"
"Okay," she nodded and busied herself with belts and
fasteners. I heard a zip, and sat there, marveling. Hell, this
was going to work!
"Ready?" I asked the man. He was already working on a
grip. "Go for the back and the side, and the front will take
care if itself!" I advised. "Raise up, Sweetheart!
One..Two..Three!" I tugged at one side of her jeans, he took the
other, and we got them halfway down her thighs before they
bunched too much. I continued, businesslike, "Okay, let's clear
the bunching by getting the excess down over her calves! Don't
lean forward too much, though - it'll make things obvious!" I
worked her right leg, and he her left, until the jeans were
puddle around her ankles. "Okay, Sweetheart, I'm gonna put my
foot in the crotch of your jeans - you kick your sandals off and
pull your feet free, one at a time!" Then I proceeded to get an
eyeful of her furry crotch, while directing, "We need the coat,
now..." I placed the foot, and she wriggled free; I couldn't
fucking believe it! I'd gotten her to shuck her jeans without
REALLY thinking about it! "There, isn't that better?" I asked
innocently.
Only then did she stop and take stock of the situation,
realizing that she was naked from the waist down in a seat
between her man and a stranger. "Uh, yeah..." she murmured,
weakly.
I busied myself solicitously placing her coat over her
exposed lap - but left a hand possessively grasping the inside of
her right thigh, just above the knee. I looked up, into her
eyes, and waited...
It took a second. She shook off the distraction of the
adjustments, coped with the basic embarrassment, pondered my gaze
for a moment - and the light went on. But her eyes twinkled, and
the corners of her mouth turned up as she murmured, "Arthur,
we've been had!"
Arthur turned his patented glare on me as he leaned in. I
ducked my head and looked impish. "Only over the jeans thing," I
chuckled, "Everything else was straight up! I just couldn't
resist."
"How am I gonna get my jeans back on?" she asked, but she
didn't sound or look angry, so...
"You're gonna need help," I chuckled.
The man - Arthur - hissed, "What's this all about?" but the
woman quelled him with a hand on his knee.
I answered anyway, "I took advantage of your interest to
lead you to commit yourselves."
"And he's trying to ensure that he stays in the guest
seat!" she murmured, but her hand slid up and down the forearm I
had buried under her coat gently, without any attempt at removal.
"I DO have a certain investment in the situation," I
pointed out diffidently.
Arthur engaged his woman's eyes, but she granted permission
with a slight nod, and he settled back. Encouraged, I began a
gentle attack on our woman's inner right thigh. Her breathing
picked up; I sensed tension, but not a lot of fear. "That's it
Sweetheart," I murmured gently, "Relax and enjoy. What are you
here for, anyway?" She settled a bit, sighing, and her knees
came further apart - I was in like Flynn!
I sensed a slight tension as she held back, evaluation
whether to tell me the truth or not, then she relaxed, and I got
a version of it, at least. "I need...more," she husked, "and
Arthur is looking for... different..."
My ears pricked up (pardon the pun), and I said "Oh?" I
reached across with my right hand to engage her chest - damned
bra! "What's Arthur want?"
I watched her eyes. She couldn't get it out, but it
excited her. "You know..." she murmured.
"No, I don't," I admitted, behind a raised eyebrow as I
reassessed things. "But we might be in the wrong spot!"
"Hmmm?" she murmured, but I ignored her for the moment -
the conversation would take place across her chest, after all.
I released her covered tit and crooked a finger at Arthur.
He leaned in and we got down to business, "Arthur, give me a hand
with this damned truss!" I hauled on a bra cup. "Sweetheart, can
you lean up? Arthur, see if you can get your hand under the back
of her blouse and do the one-handed opening thing, will you?"
While he was decisively engaged, I pursued the primary issue:
"Arthur, uh," I stopped and addressed our woman who was holding
herself up by hands on the seat arms, "I can continue to call you
Sweetheart all night, but sometimes in conversation..."
There was a quiet snap, and she settled back. "It's
Doris," she murmured.
"Bobby," I returned. "C'mon back, Arthur! We need to
talk!" I urged and Arthur paused. Directing my attention to
Doris, I asked, "Sweetheart, can you do that under the blouse
removal thing you girls do?"
"Tough in long sleeves, she murmured, "I've got big cups!"
"Yes, you do!" I approved. She shrugged and began
unbuttoning her blouse cuffs. "Arthur, Doris tells me that
you're here to get some attention of your own - some male
attention! That true?"
"It's Art," he mumbled, "Doris only calls me Arthur when
I'm in trouble..."
"Yeah, I get called Robert under those circumstances," I
commiserated. "Back to the question: You looking for some male
attention?"
I caught his blush even in the dimness. "Yeah," he
mumbled.
"Okay, what are you looking for? A blowjob? Maybe giving
one? Something more intense?"
"I'm ...open..." he replied. I took a really good look at
him, while my hands took in Doris' reaction. Obviously, she was
excited by the idea. And I could handle it if I needed to...
"All right," I announced, "this is a new situation! And
we're in the wrong spot!"
"Huh?" I got from both of them.
"Okay, look," I explained, "This is the standard position
for a straight couple - but if Art wants any attention at all,
it's no good! We need to move over two seats!"
"Why?" Doris asked.
"Well, to be fair, he IS approachable via the aisle, but
it's generally not done," I explained. "The assumption is that
if he sits on the aisle guarding you, he's straight. We need to
move over, so anyone who takes him on will have a seat to work
from. As it is, things will be difficult... It's hard for him to
garner any attention with you here."
I locked eyes with Art. "Okay," he agreed. Doris nodded,
too.
"Okay, we're going to move two seats - but one at a time!
Doris has to stay low, for obvious reasons..." I directed. I
snagged her jeans with my foot and transferred them to my outside
hand, then breathed in her ear, "I've got your pants..."
Doris was a sport and played along. "You gonna give then
back?"
"Maybe!" I teased. "What're you gonna give ME?"
Her hand dropped into my lap. "I'll think of something,"
she promised, while finding the iron bar of my erection. "Oooo!
I'm getting ideas already!"
I chuckled. "Okay, let's move!" Both of them nodded and
we quickly hopped over one seat, Doris staying low so her bare
ass just cleared the seat arm. "And again!" Having repeated the
maneuver, we settled in. I returned my attention to Art. "Okay,
Art, it's like this: If you're going to draw your own attention,
you're gonna need to handle your own action, if you know what I
mean - and basically NOT mess with Doris! I'll take over as
watchdog, and I'll use you for backup - but basically, you're
independent! Got me!"
"I think so," he murmured vaguely.
I sighed, "Look, you're going to need to advertise. Take
your meat out and beat it enough to get it going good. That will
likely get someone to come by and at least help beat you off -
probably get you a blowjob, which is about all you'll get in the
seats. You can give as well as get, if you care to, and a
willingness to try will usually clinch things."
"If you're looking for some ass, however," I added, "You
need to go back there where those guys are standing and find
yourself a partner."
Doris was loving this. My hand, which was running through
her pubes gently, was well lubricated with her secretions, and
the nipples cresting her big fat titties were visibly hard and
distended, viewed through the open front of her blouse. I was
having no trouble finding her clit, either; it was already
swollen in arousal. She hissed in a breath as I granted it its
first attention of the evening. She was seriously getting off on
the discussion over her partner having gay sex!
"I don't know if I can do that!" Art confided, "I'm still
kinda nervous! Besides, Doris couldn't see it..."
"Yeah, that's big, isn't it, Baby?" I nuzzled Doris' neck.
She flinched away from the tickling touch, but nodded. Then she
came back for more.
"Well, I can fix it, later, if you'd like," I offered. "In
the meantime, we'll work on getting you some head!"
Doris had started taking in big gulps of air through her
nose, and was gently caressing my cock. I slid a finger into her
liquid depths, and a sigh bubbled out of her. She settled a bit
in the seat to grant me more access, and then she let her hair
down. "That's soooo nice," she murmured, squeezing my cock.
"Art's not big... I want a big one..."
I smiled and nuzzled her neck. I'm not John Holmes, but I
have a VERY firm cock, nicely shaped, that tops out at about 7 ½
inches. In my experience, that's more than plenty - anyone ever
exposed to it has been pleased, and on more than one occasion, I
couldn't be properly accommodated by a woman; the movie legends
must have a harder time of it than it seems... I glanced over at
Art, who was working his, and discovered about 5 inches, somewhat
gnarled, with a big head.
"Art's acting chicken," Doris continued. Now that she was
comfortable, it was all coming out. "He wants to take it..." Up
the ass was a given, I decided. "I want to suck his cock while I
watch someone doing him."
"Ummm, that's a tall order for in here," I disparaged,
"Best thing to do here is to get through the warmup and select a
couple of likely looking candidates to take home."
"No?" she murmured, disappointed, "I thought anything
goes!"
"Well, it's possible, Sweetheart, but you'd be the center
attraction for the whole place! We'd have to move right down
front; the seats just don't allow that kind of access! If we
went down front, you'd be VERY exposed, and no one would be
watching the movie! It's a situation you might lose control of,
and end up pulling a train - Art, too!" Nonetheless, I could see
that the idea excited her. "You should take things one step at a
time right now," I advised. "Next time, you can come properly
dressed... Management - or the cops - might pop in during a
commotion like the one we're talking about; you'd need to be able
to get decent quickly."
"Oh," she murmured, accepting it. I decided to throw her a
bone. "We can still get the job done, outside..." I slid out of
my seat and leaned across her, low, to take a surprised Arthur
into my mouth for a few strokes. Doris managed to recapture my
cock in her hand during the procedure, and was shaking from the
excitement of watching the show. I pulled back and returned to
my seat then, gambling, kissed her as I slid two fingers into her
swampy depths. As I slipped my tongue into her mouth, she
grabbed me and threw a cycle of three rolling shudders and I felt
her pussy pulse around my fingers. Yeah, she was into it all
right. That explained the choice in movies, too - as I'd glanced
up, the blonde was licking one guy's balls and frigging herself
while the guy pounded another boy's ass.
Doris let go her death grip and exclaimed, "I can't believe
you just did that!" eyes shining.
I shrugged. "While I prefer girls, about two to one, I'm
bisexual," I replied. "You almost have to be when you look like
I do and are as highly sexed. (I'm mildly geeky looking, not a
girl's first choice when she looks around a room). I can handle
your fantasy - AND Art's! Besides, we've been acting weird;
people will stay away unless they see something overt. This way,
I kind of advertised for Art..."
I worked, too! A black kid, young, but kind of heavy, slid
into the seat ahead of Art on the off side. Obviously, he wanted
to take in the whole show - but he was more interested in cock...
I leaned across Doris, and asked Art quietly, "Got anything
against blacks?"
"Uhhh..." Art was thinking about it.
I sweetened the pot: "Blacks have the softest mouths -
Heavenly!"
Art's eyes widened, "Really?"
"Oh, yeah!" I insisted. Doris, listening in, was getting
excited again. I took a fat nipple in my mouth for a second,
then directed, "Be obvious. Slide your pants down and work it
slowly. Give him the eye. You, too, Doris. Let him know you
want to watch."
The kid turned around to scope things, and found us all
looking, which scared him a bit, so he snapped his eyes back -
but I watched him start working up his courage for the second
pass. "Sweetheart, if he meets your eyes, flash a look at Art's
equipment. I'm pretty sure it's what he's here for, and it'll
help with his confidence. I'm gonna pretend to ignore him."
"Okay!" she panted. I took her nipple in again - it was
rock hard, chewy. She groaned. I had two fingers in her and my
thumb rotating on her clit; as the kid took his second look, her
hips began to roll in the seat. I knew that she'd followed
instructions, because I watched the kid's eyes drop into Art's
lap, where they stayed. I watched the kid relax, and then tense
as his arm draped over the seat back.
"If he catches your eye again, look at Art's cock and nod,"
I directed. "He'll take it, then. In this situation, you're
controlling access to Art!" Turning my attention to Art, I
whispered, "Meet his eyes..."
The extended arm drifted off the seatback, settling toward
Art's right knee, as predicted. Art held still and let it
happen. Doris started puffing like a steam engine. "Easy,
Sweetheart - wait for it! Art's home free! When the kid looks,
give him the seat with your eyes."
Doris was shaking like a leaf, watching the black kid's
hand moving slowly up Art's leg. With my eyes, I motioned for
Art to slide forward and make it easy on the kid. Art slouched
forward and watched the hand, sighing a bit as the fingers began
to take possession of his cock. The kid, gratified, swung
around, first locking eyes with Doris, then with Art. He swung
back to me, and I winked, indicating the seat next to Art. The
kid glanced at the seat, then at Doris, who nodded. Seconds
later, the kid got up and circled around the row. He didn't even
bother to lower the seat, going to his knees in the floor and
sucking Art in. Art gave a big sigh and relaxed, and Doris
moaned and started soaking my fingers. I stuck my thumb in her
mouth to give her something to do to keep from getting too loud,
and rode it out. She convulsed about six times, then her hand
dropped to my wrist, letting me know that she needed a respite.
"God, that was good!" she sighed. Her hand went back to my cock,
but her attention was on Art and the kid, which was okay with me,
for the moment - might even work out... I got to thinking about
it, and decided we might as well go for broke. I caught Doris'
eye, "Why don't you pet him?"
Her eyes popped, then she reached out with her left hand
and began caressing the kid's neck.
Art, who was basically in Heaven, roused a bit. "Art," I
hissed.
Art raised up a bit, holding the kid in place with his left
forearm. "Yeah?"
"This could work out well," I opined, "Why don't you pet
him down lower - see if he'll let you play with his ass?"
Art flashed me a look of gratitude, and started rubbing the
kid's back, working lower and lower. The kid only seemed to work
harder. Doris momentarily removed her hand from my cock to pull
at my wrist, letting me know I could resume frigging her, never
removing her hand from the kid's head and neck, her eyes locked
on the action. I grinned - a way to up the ante had occurred to
me, but I'd wait a bit...
In the meantime, someone settled into the seat behind
Doris. I checked him out - a wiry, tough-looking character with
a graying brush cut. He looked to be about 50. I considered
him, but did nothing; personally, I felt that taking that seat
immediately indicated that the guy was probably going to be
pushy, especially since he made a point of sitting right up and
going for the over the shoulder view between Art and Doris.
Doris noticed him first; Art was engrossed. She glanced
over at me, and I shrugged, and whispered, "Want me to run him
off? Or we can see if he plays nice..." She considered a bit,
then shrugged, still watching me nervously. "It'll be okay," I
assured her. She relaxed and leaned her head on my shoulder,
watching the action in Art's seat. I watched the new guy. I'd
taken an instant dislike to him, but I was trying to be fair
about it, ensuring that it wasn't just jealousy. Moments later,
big hands came up, first onto the seatback, then onto Doris'
shoulders. She raised her head to facilitate his movements, and
very quickly, he had a fat breast in either hand. I held Doris'
eyes until she nodded, then concentrated on her cunt,
surrendering her breasts to the new guy.
Art and the kid were actively engaged; Art was definitely
sweeping his hand all over the kid's ass, and he wasn't
complaining at all. I started working on a third finger in
Doris; I suspected that I would be fisting her before the evening
was out. Doris' attention was fixed on the byplay in Art's lap,
and she was gasping again as I tickled her right ear with my
tongue.
Then she flinched. I backed off to assess the situation -
what had I done? But she flinched again, and I wasn't moving
anything. Whatthefuck? She flinched again, and I determined
that the accompanying grimace coincided with some action by the
new arrival on her breasts. I flipped open her blouse just in
time to see him bear down again, squeezing the Hell out of a
couple of big handfuls of tit flesh. "Hey!" I whispered over
Doris' shoulder, "take it easy! She might have use for them
again some time!"
"Awww," he grunted, "she'll be fine." Up close, I could
see Doris' eyes watering.
"I don't think so," I grated, "You're done, Bud!" I knocked
his hands away.
"Sez who?" he grated, "You ain't her old man!"
"No, but he is," I replied, indicating Art, who had twigged
that there was a problem and was turning around.
"And I agree with Bobby - you hurt her, you're done.
That's two of us!"
"Three!" chimed in the kid, rising behind him.
Our antagonist sneered at Art, "Go back to your
cocksucking," he rumbled, "and let me show Junior here how you
treat a bitch!" Then he got an odd look on his face, as a hand
dropped onto his shoulder, and a deep bass voice announced, "I
don't think so!"
The guy attached to the hand and the voice was a classic:
Huge, muscular, tattooed, shaved bald with a handlebar mustache.
You KNEW he was gay, and you KNEW that if you weren't careful how
you talked about it, you'd be his new ride - that's just the way
it was! Our rude guest pulled back his hands; it appeared to me
that in mere moments, he was going to lose a collarbone. "Why
don't you do what the man asks? You don't seem to know how we
treat women in here!" the giant rumbled.
Our antagonist, stood slowly, and made to leave, then
stopped. He was preparing some smart remark when two guys I
hadn't seen came out of the shadows behind the giant and grasped
his arms. "On second thought," the giant rumbled, "You need a
lesson in how we treat men who treat women badly. I think we'll
escort you out. The only question is how long we stop at the
back row, first." Our erstwhile antagonist turned white as a
sheet, and struggled for a moment, then went meekly. Baldy
watched them leave, then addressed me, "Is the lady okay?"
"I locked eyes with Doris, who nodded, then turned around
to lay eyes upon her primary deliverer. Her gasp of surprise
made it difficult to hide a smile.
"We don't do that kinda shit around here!" he rumbled.
"Hard enough for the straights to get a woman in here... Lemme
know if you ever have any trouble."
"Thank you!" Doris murmured, "What are you going to do with
him?"
"Aww, scare him a bit and shake his tree," Baldy rumbled,
"unless he pisses me off! If he does that, I'm gonna break him
open like a shotgun and pass him around!" He grinned. "He'll be
passin' semen from both ends for a week!"
I quirked an eyebrow at Doris, "Wanna watch?"
I watched her think about it and open her mouth - and think
again. She smiled gently, and addressed Baldy, "If he `pisses
you off', please send someone for us," she murmured, smiling.
"Fucker's in trouble already!" Baldy grinned, and moved
off.
"Rough crowd back there," I observed, "You join the
game..."
"And I'm likely to get fucked, several times!" she
returned, smiling. "Don't tempt me. If it happens, you go
first! Then hang around, I'm gonna want more later!"
"Jeezus!" I exclaimed, "You the same woman who was worried
that I might watch?"
"Well, I've learned quite a bit since then!" she laughed,
quietly. Turning, she whispered to Art, "Sit down, Dear, and let
that sweet boy enjoy himself!" As Art shrugged and settled into
his seat, she fondled the kid's exposed cock; he'd been jacking
himself as he blew Art. The kid smiled happily, but made for the
floor when Art was settled. His open trousers drooped
noticeably, and Art was soon running a finger up and down his
plumber's crack while the kid worked diligently on his rapidly
revived cock.
"So, where were we?" I asked rhetorically.
"You were molesting me while we watched this sweet boy
please Arthur!" Doris grinned.
I slid my hand back under the coat, and parted Doris' labia
to resume the attack - when over Doris' shoulder, someone cleared
his throat. "I - uh - I'd be gentle..." a soft voice husked.
Over Doris' shoulder, I observed a somewhat geeky specimen of
about twenty five, brown eyes bright with supplication. "If I,
uh, have to do anything else...?" he husked.
I turned raised eyebrows to Doris, "I think this one's
safe," I advised, adding, "Sorry about the other one - I didn't
like his looks, but thought I was just being jealous."
"Well, he was obviously the exception that proves the
rule!" Doris murmured. She turned and took in our soft-voiced
applicant, and nodded approval. "Come on, then, Sweetie!" she
whispered, and he leaned forward, parting her blouse with gentle
hands. As he settled his palms under her jugs, Doris turned her
face to him and offered her lips. He engaged them, and was soon
breathing hoarsely for several seconds - I think the guy blew a
load in his pants... Grinning, I went back to work on Doris'
clit..
It didn't last long, however. A fellow came over and stood
in the aisle in front of our row. I gave him the eye, in an
attempt to discourage additional participation, but that wasn't
what he was there for. Instead, he leaned over the kid's old
seat and whispered, "Mr. Edward says the guy with the bad
attitude is stupid and has a big mouth, too. He's gonna have to
give him a class..."
Doris looked at me, and murmured, "How in the Hell am I
gonna get back in my jeans?"
I pondered. "Don't. The coat's pretty long, and it's
dark; wrap it around your waist like a skirt! It's pretty clear
that you're safe around ... Mr. Edward!"
Doris returned her attention to our visitor, "Tell Mr.
Edward, that we'll be right along." He nodded, pointed to the
back, and left. I rose and plopped into my seat to give her room
to work, and Doris rose, wrapping her coat around her waist.
"Coming, Art?"
"Aw, shit," Art grumbled. This was the second time in ten
minutes that he'd have to interrupt the kid, and it was obvious
that he wasn't happy.
But the kid lifted his head and announced, "I'll go, too!"
so Art reluctantly nodded. The kid got up and adjusted himself,
pulling down his shirt (Art had been playing with a nipple) and
hauling up his baggy pants. Clearly, he was the smooth-skinned
type... Art did the same, and we convoyed to the rear of the
theater, with me bringing up the rear.
The theater exit was in the center at the rear. It was a
relatively small place, 15 or twenty rows of seats with aisles
down the center and along both sides. At the rear, there was a
wall, just high enough to lean on comfortably, that ran the whole
width of the theater seats behind the last row. At the right end
was a cul-de-sac for the single restroom, and a matching area to
the left led nowhere, stairs to the balcony having been blocked
off. As we arrived at the cul-de-sac on the left side, our rough
visitor, still pinned at the arms was grumpily responding to
Baldy (Mr. Edward?) reasonably attempting to convince him he
should leave and never come back. "It's a free country!" he
declaimed, "You can't tell me what to do!"
"No," Mr. Edward, agreed, "but the management can. If we
tell them what you were up to..."
Loudmouth sneered, "You wouldn't. Besides, it would just
prove that she's a whore! I was only treating her the way she
deserves!"
Several faces in the group darkened at this, including
mine. Mr. Edward regarded the loudmouth angrily, "What do YOU
know about it? Obviously, you don't get any pussy; damn few
women could miss discovering you're an asshole before they spread
their legs! I've seen you in here before, and you're a taker -
you never give back anything, and you're rough on everybody!"
"Damn hard to get anything around here!" Big Mouth
declaimed.
"That's `cause you treat everybody like shit!" Mr. E
growled. "I bet this is the only place you CAN get sex!" Big
Mouth flinched - even I could see he'd taken a hit. "The boys
and I are gonna make a point of seein' to it you don't get any
HERE, either!" Mr. E pressed, to general nods.
Big Mouth got a hangdog expression on his face. "Awww..."
Mr. E crossed his arms, "If you're gonna get any here,
you're gonna have to behave yourself. The Lady, here..." Mr. E's
wave at Doris was interrupted by Big Mouth's next mistake...
"She's no lady! She's a cunt!" he hissed.
Mr. E calmly backhanded Big Mouth across the chops. "She
IS a lady!" he retorted. "She comes here and gives of herself
to others, sharing herself for free - a generous thing! YOU, on
the other hand,just take! Before you can hang out here, you need
to learn to give!" Turning to the pair holding Big Mouth's
biceps, he said, "Shuck him."
They couldn't - they had their hands full. But there were
a half-dozen others present, many of whom appeared to be nursing
a grudge; Big Mouth was apparently generally unpopular. Very
quickly, despite his struggles, Big Mouth's trousers and shorts
were around his ankles. He stood there, white as a sheet, but
held his ground. "I ain't giving you shit!" he blustered.
Mr. E, unruffled, disagreed. "Sure you will." He looked
around. "Several of the boys here have been nice to you at one
time or another, and given of themselves. You ain't been too
good about returning the favor, so I think that if you want to
hang out here, you need to pay your bill!"
"If you're talkin' about what I THINK you're talkin' about,
it ain't gonna happen!" Big Mouth was still talking - serious
bluster for someone with his trousers around his ankles...
"Mr. E continued calmly, "Ever hear of the old adage, `If
you've got `em by the balls, their hearts and minds will
follow'?" Glancing over Big Mouth's shoulders, he murmured,
"Jaime?"
Jaime was a swarthy little guy standing behind Big Mouth.
At Mr. E's nod he quickly reached between Big Mouth's legs,
grasped his scrotum, and SQUEEZED... It hurt to watch. Big
Mouth's breath hissed out in a silent scream, and his eyes
bugged. His knees gave out on him and he fell into a kneeling
position. The guys holding his arms had little to do - Big Mouth
wasn't going anywhere. "Okay, Jaime, let up a bit, and show our
friend the carrot that goes with the stick," Mr. E directed.
Jaime didn't let go, but Big Mouth's face cleared. Jaime
circled around, maintaining his grip one way or another, until he
was kneeling beside Big Mouth on the floor, then, still holding
his balls, he dropped onto an elbow, turned, and took Big Mouth's
flaccid cock into his mouth. In a few moments, Big Mouth began
to recover - you could see his cock stiffen. "You should be nice
to Jaime," Mr. E observed, "He's got your whole future in his
hands!"
I don't know whether Jaime squeezed his balls again, or
nipped his cock, but Big Mouth flinched, big. "Now," Mr. E
continued, "I think you're gonna volunteer to do a few small
things before all these witnesses, don't you?"
Big Mouth's mouth was open, but he was only using it for
hoarse breathing as he nodded his agreement.
"Okay, first, I want you to apologize to the lady, here,"
Mr. E directed.
"S-sorry," Big Mouth mumbled obediently, looking at Doris.
"C'mon, you can do better than that!" Mr. E cajoled. Big
Mouth flinched on cue - Jaime was obviously on the job, despite
his efforts in Big Mouth's crotch.
"I'm real sorry I abused your tits and called you names,"
Big Mouth apologized formally. Doris nodded acceptance.
"Now, I think you ought to magnanimously offer to square
the accounts around here by giving a few of the boys a blowjob,
maybe some man-pussy!" Mr. E rumbled.
"Hey, I'm no qu..." Big Mouth shut up all by himself, when
Mr. E started to frown. Jaime apparently didn't coax him - maybe
he was learning...
"Nobody said you are; many of us aren't," Mr. E rumbled
gently, "Ever hear of bisexuals? Besides, if you take advantage
of homosexuals for your own gratification, what does that make
you? A predator? Something worse? I think the bill just went
up..." Jaime removed his mouth from Big Mouth's cock, and glared
up at him. "You know," Mr. E observed, "Jaime could leave you
totally without options. You don't seem to think much of women;
how would you like to BE one?" Jaime smiled - he had perfect,
sharp-looking teeth. "So, what do you say?" Mr. E cajoled
jovially.
"I'm thinkin'... maybe I'll ... suck ... a couple of
cocks," Big Mouth rumbled reluctantly.
"That's nice," Mr. E smiled, "Since you're making this
offer, got any candidates in mind?"
I could see his mind working as he scanned the small crowd
that had gathered, but was taken by surprise when his eyes lit on
me and he mumbled, "How `bout you?"
I blinked and ran it through the integrator. I couldn't
sort out the pieces, so I went on instinct: "Ah, no, I've got
other... responsibilities."
He nodded and shifted his attention elsewhere. I missed
the byplay, as Doris slid her arm around me and whispered in my
ear, "Thanks for saving it for me, I'm gonna want it real soon!"
As I slid a hand under her still-open blouse, she asked, "Would
it be safe to play here?"
I thought about it, but given what was going on... "Yeah,
should be about as safe as it gets." I glanced back to the
action, where by some selection criteria that I had missed, Big
Mouth had evidently settled on a candidate, an unremarkable,
balding fellow of about 40. Jaime had gone back to work on Big
Mouth's cock, and he didn't look to be suffering too bad as he
went to work shucking the guy's pants.
Doris leaned into the hand I was using on her breast.
"Think you could diddle me a little while we watch?" she asked.
"Sure," I answered, shrugging. "Why don't you rotate your
`skirt' so the opening is in back," I smiled and made the quote
marks with my fingers, "and I'll go in from the rear."
Doris grabbed the coat and rotated it to where the area of
least coverage was behind her. From a couple of disappointed
frowns I noticed to our front, I figured that she'd had some fur
showing, at least. Our soft-spoken friend was standing on Doris'
other side, trying to figure out what to do with himself, so I
encouraged him, "Why don't you go back to work on Doris' upper
half?" He smile his gratitude and stepped up on the left, taking
a tit and settling his lips on Doris' neck while I dropped to my
knees on the right side sliding my left hand first down over her
generous ass, then back up her inner thigh to her wet clam.
Doris gasped softly, and I couldn't decide whether it was from
me, Soft-Spoken, or watching Big Mouth take in his first cock.
"Take it easy," Mr. E advised the recipient of Big Mouth's
attention, "If our friend here decides to be a stand-up citizen
and comes back for a visit, we want him to remember that this
part wasn't too bad after all..." A few seconds later, he added,
"Don't blow a load in his mouth, now - unless he gives you
permission. Give him proper warning - be polite!"
Doris looked on, breathing hoarsely through her nose. The
poor thing was SO easy to trigger; obviously, Art needed help...
I had slid my thumb into her open tunnel and used it as a base
from which to work on her clit with two fingers. She bent
forward a bit, balancing herself by an arm around Soft-Spoken's
waist. I looked over at Art, who was just as engrossed in Big
Mouth's work, to see the kid drop to his knees in front of him
and begin to open his belt. Yeah, things were shaping up to be
rowdy...
Others were trying to decide whether to do their own thing
or wait in line for Big Mouth. That was made a bit easier, (or
maybe a bit more difficult) when it became apparent that Big
Mouth was doing a good job. The fellow he was servicing had very
quickly started getting intimate with Big Mouth, rubbing his
back, neck, and shoulders, and groaning and moaning, whispering
corrections and encouragements. Very quickly, he forgot to
whisper, moaning, "That's it!... There!... Yesss... Yessss...
Christ! I'm gonna blow!" Big Mouth pulled off, and the guy blew
a big wad on the wall, knees shaking. Big Mouth let him get off
his main shots, and when he had slowed to a dribble, took him
back in for the aftermath. The guy stood there, sweating and
shaking, knees quivering, as Big Mouth worked a bit more on his
now oversensitive meat, giving him that extra bit of sensation.
As the guy stumbled away, Mr.E came forward and declaimed,
"You know, that was REAL NICE!" He clapped Big Mouth on the
shoulder, continuing, "You didn't have to do that, and I'm proud
of ya! Hey, give our friend a hand!" Loud applause, mixed with
whistles and catcalls, disturbed those few individuals who were
still actually watching the movie.
"I can play fair!" Big Mouth grunted. He was panting a
bit, more from Jaime's effort than his own, I thought.
"We see that!" Mr E exclaimed. "It bodes well for you,
too! I think you'll find you're a whole lot more popular around
here if you do!"
"Uh huh," Big Mouth wheezed, looking around, "Next!" An
old, white-haired guy stumbled up, unlimbering an unimpressive
hunk of meat. Mig Mouth gave him the eye, and mumbled, "Yeah, I
owe you," and pumped on it a few times to see if he could get it
stiff. Apparently, they had a history...
Surprisingly, the old duffer didn't take long to get stiff,
and almost as short a time to blow. When the time came, he tried
to shamble back, but Big Mouth just held onto him and drank it
down. It couldn't have been too much... The old guy stumbled
away, and a husky black kid replaced him. If the old guy was
unimpressive, the black kid wasn't - he must've been carrying ten
inches! Big Mouth gave him a long look, mumbled "Take it easy!"
and drove in. You could see him going for extra shaft with his
tongue. The kid sighed, "Oh, yeah!" and started rubbing Big
Mouth's back.
Doris was whistling like a tea kettle, panting through her
nose. She was a major distraction from the main show, anyway,
being female, but the fact that she was obviously approaching an
orgasm added to the draw. She was leaning hard on Soft-Spoken -
but he was too busy swapping spit with her to complain, working
her right nipple to the point that it was over an inch long! I
decided to speed things up, so I whipped around back to where I
had direct access to her wide, pillowy ass, wet a finger, and
began to probe her anus. Doris started to whine, eyes glued to
the big black cock disappearing and reappearing in Big Mouth's
oral cavity, and when the finger popped through, she came apart,
convulsing and nearly knocking us both down. I came around
front, still knee-walking, and she leaned her forearms on my
shoulders and kissed the top of my head, whispering, "God! That
was SO good, Baby! SO, good!" I grinned and turned my head up
and swapped spit with her and it was nice - she had sweet breath,
and wasn't too slobbery.
When I surfaced, Big Mouth was working on eight inches,
making a commendable effort to get a lip on as much of the black
kid's big joint as possible. I was surprised; Jaime was working
kind of lackadaisically on him, just barely keeping him stiff, so
it wasn't transference, as far as I could see. The kid was
obviously enjoying it, despite the fact that the thing wasn't as
stiff as it might have been - experience indicates that when
you've got that much, finding blood enough to keep it stiff isn't
easy (one of the standard compliments I get is based upon the
fact that I produce a HARD seven and a half inches, rather than a
soft one).
Mr. E wandered up and observed for a bit, then announced in
a tone that would lead you to believe that it was only the most
recent shot in a long argument, "I STILL think you ought to offer
to give up some ass..."
Big Mouth stopped sucking and looked around at Mr. E, eyes
huge. Jaime, however, produced one of his signature toothy
smiles around Big Mouth's cock, (he looked kind of like that dog
with the hissing laugh in the old cartoons), and Big Mouth's
resistance fled. Shoulders slumped in resignation, he mumbled
"Awright," and slowly turned back to the black kid's shlong,
sucking it in like it was a pacifier.
Mr. E was suddenly all business, "Well. If we're gonna
introduce our friend here to man pussy, let's try to make it as
pleasant as possible!" he announced jovially. "Oh, and no
unprotected sex, guys - not fair to take advantage! Anybody got
any Wet?" A couple of packs of lube appeared - rubbers, too,
without Mr. E having to make the request. Mr. E stepped up and
rubbed Big Mouth's shoulder to get his attention, and murmured
gently, "Since this is a cherry situation - it IS, isn't it?"
Big Mouth nodded. "Well, then, you should really get a look
around and choose your partner."
I had to admire Mr. E's style; sure, he was basically
raping Big Mouth to teach him a lesson - but he wasn't being a
total bastard about it!
Big Mouth came up for air (he seemed to be enjoying the
black kid's meat) and turned an expression of resignation on Mr.
E. "You do it," he murmured, "I wanna be able to live with
myself when I remember tonight."
Mr. E, to his credit, was somewhat taken aback. "Uh,
okay!" he rumbled, and started freeing up his equipment.
Doris turned big eyes on me. "I've GOT to see this!" she
whispered, "Up close!"
I eyed her. "Anything else on the agenda?" Doris nodded,
and reached for my crotch. I captured her hand, nodded, and
released it as I turned. Approaching Mr. E, I murmured, "Uh,
the, uh, lady... wants to watch."
"Huh?" Mr. E took me in, then glanced at Doris. "Close up,
I bet!"
"Yeah," I agreed. "I'm thinking that things aren't quite
right for your next effort, anyway..."
Mr. E turned a critical eye on things. Big Mouth was
kneeling, sucking off the black kid, and Jaime was all crunched
up below him. How Mr. E was going to complete HIS transaction
was somewhat unclear. "Huh!" he grunted, "Right you are!"
Turning his attention to the cluster around Big Mouth, he
rumbled, "Okay, we need to adjust things a bit! Kid!" He got the
black kid's attention, which wasn't easy with his eyes glazed
like that - Big Mouth was REALLY going all out! "Hop up on the
wall, there!" Mr. E indicated the wall behind the last row of
seats with his eyes, his hands working to prepare his cock. He
stepped forward and rubbed Big Mouth's back. "You'll need to
stand. Jaime is small, but he needs to stretch out a bit." The
black kid disengaged and got himself arranged on the wall, jeans
around his ankles. Big Mouth got up, turned a bit, and reengaged
his ten inch fudgesicle. Jaime accommodated the move, never
releasing his grip on Big Mouth's balls, but looking somewhat
relieved at the change in position; now he could kneel up and
work Big Mouth's cock without being bent like a pretzel.
Finally, still working his meat, Mr. E turned to me. "Why don't
you bring the lady up on our right?" I nodded and waved Doris
over. Soft-Spoken followed, looking for something to do with his
hands.
"How's this?" I asked, as she arrived.
"Fine," she murmured, already distracted by Big Mouth's
efforts with the black kid's hose. She stepped forward and
touched Big Mouth on the back. He rolled an eye toward her, and
she said "I hope you don't mind. I'm not here to be vindictive -
I'm just... fascinated..." Big Mouth seemed to accept this,
along with the caresses she began delivering to his back. After
a moment, Big Mouth slipped an arm around behind her and slipped
it through the open back of her makeshift skirt rubbing her
thigh.
Mr. E and I stood there, looking on. He was still trying
to get ready - and his cock wasn't cooperating. "I hate
rubbers," he confided, "but I made the rules, and they're the
right ones for this situation..."
I reached over and lent a hand, "How about a little help?"
"Couldn't hurt," he admitted. I started jacking him; for a
big guy, his cock wasn't exactly impressive - I had him by a good
inch, at least. `All the better for Big Mouth, though,' I
thought. It had a big mushroom head on it, with a prominent
ridge - it wasn't as if he wouldn't feel it. This was probably a
sucking cock... I followed that thought process through to it's
conclusion, and laid my hand gently on Mr. E's hairy ass. Sure
enough, he started to stiffen. He pretended to pay me no
attention as I toyed with his ass, only reacting with a sigh as I
slipped a finger into his welcoming anus. Mr. E was a bottom!
No wonder he was having trouble!
But I'd done my work; Mr. E was showing 5 ½ inches of
sturdy hard-on. He worked a rubber onto it and lubed it up, only
gently backing onto my buried finger in the process. He circled
behind Big Mouth and began working some Wet into his ass, gently
probing and applying the lube as he first inserted one, then two
fingers into Big Mouth's anus. Big Mouth started blowing air
through his nostrils and quivering, but Doris looked up from
where she was rubbing his back and announced, "He's fine. I
think he's discovering that it can be pleasant." Big Mouth
grunted; it could have meant anything, but it appeared to be
agreement... Doris started paying serious attention to Mr. E's
activity. I could see Big Mouth was playing with her right leg
for all he was worth, while he went for new depth on the black
guy's cock. She watched with absorption as Mr. E worked his
fingers in Big Mouth's now thoroughly lubricated ass. Having
retrieved my finger from Mr. E, I stepped up on Doris' side and
slid my hand into her `skirt' and began playing with her ass,
sliding my hand over the cheeks and occasionally lightly probing
the tiny opening. Doris sighed and began a left-handed fumbling
at my fly, but she kept losing track - too many other things were
competing for her attention.
Mr. E introduced the next change, announcing, "Okay, here
we go!" He bellied up to Big Mouth's ass and began rubbing it
with his rubber-clad cock. Big Mouth removed his hand from
Doris' leg, to better brace against the wall. He stopped sucking
on the black kid, which he didn't seem thrilled with, but
understood the necessity for. Doris slid in close, to watch the
spongy cock head do battle with the tight sphincter, slowly
advancing against its resistance.
I looked up at a groan, to see that Art and his boy toy,
forgotten, had reached their point of completion. Art was
holding himself erect by hands braced on the kid's shoulders as
he pumped the kid's face full of sperm, his jaw slack and eyes
glassy as he gave himself over to the pleasure. The kid was
sucking noisily, obviously taking it all in.
Mr. E took note of the distraction, frowned, and bent to
address Jaime, "Quit goofing off down there, J! Our friend is
supposed to be able to remember enjoying parts of this at least!"
Jaime started paying attention to what he was doing, moving his
head with authority on Big Mouth's cock.
The main action, however, was at the point where Mr. E's
cock was penetrating Big Mouth's ass. Doris watched, spellbound,
while the wide, spongy head of Mr. E's fat cock slooooowly made
ground against Big Mouth's sphincter, disappearing bit by bit
over a period of about thirty seconds. When the flange finaly
popped through, Big Mouth gave a little whine and, rather than
absorb more cock from the rear, let Mr. E carry him onto the
black kid's big cock. This continued until Big Mouth had nowhere
else to go; I watched his throat distend and the black guy groan
as the head of his big dork passed into Big Mouth's throat.
Amazed, I watched Big Mouth's nose grind into his curly pubes.
Doris almost missed it, watching the other end and trying to
figure out why Mr. E wasn't getting any more penetration. She
was alerted only by the sound of Big Mouth gargling on cock.
Basically, that ended the standoff. Mr. E planted himself,
and Big Mouth developed an urgent need to breathe. Lacking any
other available options, Big Mouth drove himself onto Mr. E's
cock in order to back off the black guy's cock far enough to
breathe. Doris stood there, moving her eyes back and forth,
trying to take in the whole show as Big Mouth instinctively
lurched backward, emitting a high whine around his mouthful of
black cock. By the time he was absorbing oxygen again, Mr. E was
buried to the hilt. Big Mouth stopped, sucking air through his
nose while he accommodated Mr. E's fat tool. Mr. E gave him a
minute or so while Doris absorbed the full effect, then,
apparently satisfied, started driving him back onto the cock
spitting him at the mouth with slow strokes. Slowly, over the
course of a minute, he picked up the pace, until he was doing a
stroke every second and a half or so, driving into Big Mouth's
ass. Big Mouth transferred some of this energy to the black kid,
absorbing his cock at the same speed, and some to Jaime, who
could remain stationary and be mouth fucked at this juncture.
Doris was everywhere, rubbing Big Mouth's back while she
first watched him absorb six inches at a stroke of the black
kid's monster cock, then watched Mr' E's cock disappear into his
ass, and finally ducking down to see Jaime absorb Big Mouth's
member.
Big Mouth developed a high whine and I watched his balls
draw up, pointing this out to Doris just in time to see Big
Mouth's cock begin to pulse. Mr. E detected the orgasm, and
shifted to a long, slow stroke while Big Mouth rode it out, Jaime
working diligently to make his cum as enjoyable as possible. The
black kid, however, was the beneficiary of some incredible
suction as Big Mouth lost control; he buried himself, cock
throbbing as he poured semen down Big Mouth's throat. Big Mouth
coughed and gasped, sputtered and choked - but most of all he
absorbed cum in some quantity. The black kid mumbled, "Sorry!"
but Big Mouth merely waved a hand as he backed off, wheezing.
The black dude dropped off the wall, and a pudgy white fellow of
about thirty laboriously settled onto the wall to replace him.
This guy's cock was as small as his predecessor's had been huge;
Big Mouth merely enveloped him and began to apply suction.
Mr. E waited until Big Mouth started wincing from
over-stimulation in Jaime's mouth, then, as Jaime backed off, he
began going for his own orgasm. Big Mouth took it, and Doris'
attention became less fixed. She turned big eyes to me, and
murmured, "I need some cock now, Bobby!"
I took the hint and took charge. Soft-Spoken had been
standing around, trying to figure out what to do with himself; I
resolved this by directing him, "Shuck your jeans, and get up on
the wall!" He plopped down next to the fat guy, and I redirected
Doris to a position next to and mirroring Big Mouth. Doris took
the hint, and Soft-Spoken's eyes glazed as she enveloped his cock
with her mouth. He reached out and cradled a big tit in either
hand. I took up a position behind her, and emulated Mr. E - with
the exception that I spread her inner labia with my cock head,
and drove deep into soft, warm, wet pussy. I was pleasantly
surprised; the depths were TIGHT! I set up a steady, enjoyable
pace, and in no time Doris was huffing and puffing around
Soft-Spoken's cock like a steam engine.
Big Mouth watched Doris, enjoying the show while he worked
on the fat guy, looking almost stoic until you detected the fact
that he was now actively driving himself back onto Mr. E's cock.
I had a funny feeling that Big Mouth had discovered a couple of
new modes of sexual enjoyment...
After about three minutes, Doris began to whine and quiver;
soon after that, pulsations in her vagina and a case of weak
knees announced her orgasm. Her eyes rolled up, and she hummed,
"Goo...Goo...Goo!" around Soft-Spoken's cock. I smiled and held
her up until she got her legs back under control, then resumed
stroking. Doris never REALLY came down; two minutes later, her
happy orgasmic hums triggered Soft-Spoken's orgasm. During this
lull, with Doris' vagina spasming around my cock while I
stabilized her, I glanced around in time to see Art inserting a
fully revived cock into his boy toy, the black kid's ass. I
grinned; I was willing to bet Art was a one-shot wonder around
Doris...
When Doris' third orgasm came thundering down upon her five
minutes later, it swept me with it. I drove deep, and poured a
serious quantity of sperm into her, howling wordlessly - God
knows what I looked like! As I was recovering, I watched Mr. E
go stiff and Big Mouth's eyes bug at the novel sensation of a
cock swelling and spewing in his ass. But Mr. E was still
wearing the rubber, so Big Mouth missed out on the sperm enema...
The fat guy had finished and wandered off at some point while my
attention was elsewhere, and had been replaced by a nondescript
fiftyish dude who moaned constantly while Big Mouth worked him
over.
Mr. E pulled out, and I wondered momentarily whether Big
Mouth's ass was done for the night, but two other guys appeared,
discussed the situation amicably, and one of them proceeded to
provide Big Mouth with about seven inches of stimulation. Big
Mouth's eyes bulged as he took in the additional size, and after
a moment, I detected some growth below. "Hey, Jaime!" I yelled,
"You got more work, there!" Jaime flashed his teeth, and began
laving Big Mouth's recovering cock with his tongue; the thing was
full size in no time. I figured that the guy in Big Mouth's ass
had a lock on his prostate...
Doris was draped over the wall, panting. "God! That was
good!" she gasped. She hugged me to her as she continued to
recover, then hopped up on the wall. Her `skirt' - the coat -
was gone, and she was naked from the waist and barely covered
above. I nuzzled a tit while she stroked my back, humming
happily.
Big Mouth finished the moaner, and it appeared that he was
done giving head. He bared his teeth in concentration and
snorted as he devoted his full attention to his new rider. The
effect was devastating; Big Mouth picked up the pace and the guy
lost his load in under a minute. But there was a third on tap,
so Big Mouth wasn't going anywhere soon.
He had other ideas, however; catching Doris' eye, he
rumbled "Scoot over here - I need some pussy juice to wash this
down!" Doris eyed him warily, but he grinned and announced, "Its
okay, I'm housebroken... now!" Doris, won over, slid over
between his arms, and he lowered his head to her crotch. I was
kind of surprised - I don't think I'd have trusted him - but I
guess they'd come to some kind of understanding while she rubbed
on him during the early going - after all, he'd played with her
leg for a while... I went around behind and knelt in a seat,
bracing Doris so she could lean back and give Big Mouth
unrestricted access. I played with her tits and swapped spit
with her, so I know when she lost it again under Big Mouth's
tongue. It was... nice. She shook and got stiff, then tried to
swallow my tongue while clutching Big Mouth's head to her crotch.
Somewhere in the middle of this, Big Mouth's third rider
came and went. Jaime climbed out from under and stood up to
stretch when it appeared that Big Mouth was done entertaining for
the evening. He flashed his signature grin and moved off to
where Mr. E stood, idly watching, in the distance. I helped
Doris to regain her balance on the wall and hopped down. Art was
leaning against the wall a few seats down, so I nodded toward
Doris and said, "Keep an eye on things while I go get her jeans,
willya?"
Art, who had been stroking his chunky black boy toy like a
cat, came to life and looked over to where Doris and Big Mouth
were conversing, muttering, "Isn't this where we came in?"
I laughed. "There's been considerable water under THAT
bridge!" I reminded him, and moved off, searching for our
original seats. It took a couple of minutes, but no one else was
going to claim a pair of women's jeans with a pair of good-sized
cotton panties inside - at least, not right away!
When I came back, Big Mouth was blubbering all over Doris,
getting her blouse wet as she consoled him - apparently, a more
sincere apology had been rendered. Doris accepted her clothing
with some aplomb, I thought, and Big Mouth stepped away to allow
her to don the panties and the jeans. Doris' eyes danced as she
leaned over to me and whispered, "I'd be flooded except for the
fact that he cleaned me out!" She glanced over at Art, who had
gotten the hint - he was zipping up, and the kid was stuffing his
ass back into his pants.
I eyed Doris innocently, and gave her the out: "Are we
done, or do we adjourn to somewhere more comfortable and less
public for round two?"
Doris eyed Art, who had the kid frolicking all over him.
After a moment's thought, she announced, "I don't think we're
done yet; I haven't actually SEEN Art enjoying himself - and I
haven't had enough of that!" I felt a hand on my cock through my
trousers. It was hard again... Doris' eyes twinkled. "You
haven't had enough, either, apparently..." She motioned to Art,
who turned to dismiss the kid, but a wave and a shake of her head
let him know that THAT wasn't necessary, so he wrapped his arm
around the kid, and we made for the exit.
As we crossed the floor, I heard "Hey, what about me?" in a
sibilant whisper, and looked back to see Jaime grab a handful of
Big Mouth's ass. As we passed through the door, I caught a
glimpse of Big Mouth kneeling up, a look of mixed resignation and
martyred patience adorning his face, as Jaime unlimbered a
good-sized cock.
Outside, we perused the racks, and after a heated whispered
conversation between Art and Doris, selected a few flicks (a
couple of Bi couples flicks, one raunchy Gay, and an All Anal)
and I followed Art and Doris home, the kid riding with me. We
got comfortable with one another, and by when we adjourned late
Saturday afternoon everybody had sampled everybody, and there
wasn't an unbroken cherry in the place - including Art and Doris'
daughter Brenda (apparently the subject of the heated
discussion), who discovered us late Friday night after her date
failed to live up to expectation - but that's another story...
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