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AT THE BIJOUby Terry C.There were people having sex in the movie audience. It was sleazy and hot. In the back there was a whole row of men jerking off and they had someone on the floor—we couldn't tell whether it was a male or female—giving them head down the line. At the other end of our row, a young couple was making out heavily with their hands under each other's clothes. If you kept your eyes open, you could spot a bare breast pop out or a hard cock. This couple had been getting gradually more heated with each other since my girlfriend, Sandy, her friend Christina, and I had first entered the little neighborhood theater. We were waiting for them to start fucking any minute now. Also, when we came in, there was one other person in the row where we chose to sit. He was slouched down in the middle of the row with several empty seats between him and us, and between him and the heavy-petting couple further down. This guy was playing with his cock, holding it straight up and using both hands, one to stroke the shaft and the other to fiddle with his bulging knob. I moved on to find us a better place to sit, but the girls stopped me. They thought the public sex show here was just fine. Now, the guy was still displaying his stiff, naked prick to anyone who cared to see. And Sandy and Christina, seated on either side of me, snickered over the masturbator's exhibitionistic self-absorption. Christina kept leaning across me to whisper to Sandy, giving me tantalizing whiffs of the perfume of her clean hair. We all became quite aroused. My girlfriend put her hand between my legs to see if I was hard.
She whispered, "Why don't you take yours out and do like him?" "You'd better watch out. I might just do that," I said. "He won't do it," Christina said smugly, her soft voice sending a chill up my spine. "I'm not taking it out unless you promise to suck it," I said, to Sandy, of course. Christina said, "Beg your pardon? Are you speaking to me?" "I'm talking to my girlfriend," I said, "but maybe she'll offer you some." "If you take it out here in this theater, I'll let Christina suck it," said Sandy. "You're right," she said to Christina, "he won't do it. I know him." Of course, I had to prove her wrong on that one, so I unfastened my pants, wondering myself whether I had the guts to go through with it. I might have stopped and treated it all as a joke, but I heard Christina give a soft gasp at what I was doing, and she put her hand on my knee reflexively. So I took it out. There it was, standing proud and obscene in the semi-darkness. I felt a surge of odd excitement at being so publicly exposed. It gave me an idea of what that man in the middle of our row had going on. Since we were right on the aisle, anyone who passed by could plainly see my erection. Sandy's first instinct was to cover it with her hand when someone did walk by, but she reversed herself and began playfully to masturbate me and show me off, instead. "Are we sharing?" Christina said. "Go ahead," Sandy said. "A deal is a deal." She was excited. Eyes shiny in the dark, wheels turning in her head, juice soaking her panties. I could tell. Her friend first brushed back her long blond hair, then bent down and began sucking without any preliminaries. Sandy laid her head on my shoulder and watched Christina suck my cock. From time to time she would glance about to see who was watching or passing up and down the aisle then replace her head on my shoulder, too antsy to relax, yet trying to. The man slouching in the middle of the row jacked off furiously, his head turned in our direction. His semen shot into the air, propelled by the pressure of several hours of steady pumping, no doubt. We were all impressed. I noticed that the couple at the far end by the wall had begun actually screwing in their seats. The guy leaning over the girl between her legs, jamming it to her good. I couldn't help but notice, since their seat was squeaking like a rusty gate in a windstorm. I was about to cum, but Christina abruptly stopped sucking and sat up. "Hey, don't you want to finish him?" Sandy said. "I'll use him up. You guys probably want to have sex after the movie," said Christina. "See how sweet and thoughtful she is?" Sandy said. "Sweet and thoughtful," I agreed, my balls aching as I tucked them carefully away. Sandy said, "Let's get outta this place. Let's go home and all get in bed or something." Wheels turning. ©COPYRIGHT 2001 by royosex.com. ALL DISTRIBUTION IS FORBIDDEN (with the exception of brief passages for the purpose of review.) WITHOUT PERMISSION FROM THE COPYRIGHT OWNER. |
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