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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
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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.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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