I spit the sperm from my mouth onto the floor, and wiped my lips against his pants leg. My mouth still tasted of sperm. A luke-warm, slimy film on my tongue and against my teeth.
I stood up and returned to my seat. The old man just sat there incredulously, with his deflated cock lying like a dead bird across his open fly. The organ had shriveled down to nothing.
I watched the film again. It had changed. Both the man and the woman were naked now. The camera held a tight close-up of her cunt. She was on top of him, with her cunt facing the camera; they were eating each other. The screen was filled with her ass, and the pink slit of her hairy cunt. The man's tongue was sliding in and out of the hole, up into the redness of her body. He was holding the lips of her cunt open with his fingers so that no thrust of his tongue was missed by the audience. Down at the bottom of her cunt I could see the bud of her clit barely poking from between the blonde hair of her lips.
I got up from my seat and walked down the aisle to the next row where there was a man. He was on the opposite side, and I slid into the row. He had one leg up against the seats in front of him, and he had his hand in his crotch. He gave an uncomprehending stare when I sat down next to him.
I wasted no time. I put my hand on his thigh, up near his crotch. He pulled away and looked at me. I put my hand back.
"Get out of here!" he growled.
I lifted my skirt and revealed my naked cunt. "I'm a woman," I said, "not a fag. Now do you want me to suck your cock or not?"
He didn't answer. I lifted his hand and placed it between my legs. He squeezed my cunt in disbelief.
"Take it out," I told him.
"I don't have any money…" he began.
"Did I ask for money!" I hissed. "Now take it out!"
He did, and I dropped to my knees between his legs.
His cock was soft, and I thought I tasted a gooey bubble of dried sperm near the opening. He must have just jerked himself off.
In a matter of minutes I had sucked his cock until it was stiff again. About a minute later, he came in my mouth. It was just a thin, watery stream that dribbled from the end of his cock. Apparently he had come more than once.
I spit the sperm out and sat back in the seat. "Give me your handkerchief."
He handed it to me and I wiped my lips. I handed it back to him. "I hope this gives you something to think about the next time you jerk off," I told him, I stood and walked out of the row, back to the middle aisle. His mouth was still open as he watched me enter the next row where there was a man.
This time, he was a middle-aged black. He was sitting with both feet on the floor, with his hands in his lap. I could see the long lump of his cock out-lined against the side of his tight-fitting pants. It took me only a moment to convince him to take out his cock. He did so willingly.
His cock was long and thick, commensurate to anything I have had in the past few weeks. The organ was as hard as a rock, and was ebony black. I slipped it pleasurably between my lips and began to suck. He came a ton, squirting his hot come into my throat like jets of hot water from a fire-hose. He moaned the loudest.
Everything was coming in clear now for me, I realized as I walked again down the aisle. It was all coming to an end, and soon I would know what it was that was driving me onward like this.
The next one was a boy, no older than twenty, twenty-one. He had long blond hair, worn to his shoulders, and a tight blond beard. He had a coat over his lap, and it seemed to be bouncing up and down regularly.
I sat next to him and slipped my hand under the coat My fingers went around his hand which was on his cock.
At the touch of my hand, he pulled his own hand back, and I wrapped my hand around his harden, stroking it in the same up and down rhythm.
He turned and looked at me with heavy, glassy eyes. "Wow!" he whispered in true admiration. "That's where it is, baby!"
He seemed to accept what I was doing as though it was the most natural, expected thing in the world. For him, I was an extension of the film he was watching: the ultimate sexual fantasy-the one that touches you back!
His cock was firm and hot; not enormous, but a good size. I bent forward and lifted his coat. He stopped me with his hand on my shoulder.
"Fuck me," he said.
I looked up at him, his erect cock touching my face. "Where?"
"The balcony. Must be a place."
I considered for a moment. "All right."
He stuffed his cock back in his pants, but couldn't zipper it. He held his coat in front of his lap as he stood, and together we slid out of the row and walked up the aisle, side by side. The middle-aged black man was where I left him, and his eyes immediately fastened on us. We walked past him, and I saw my other friend. I could see he had his pants open, and his cock was in his fist. He was jerking off again. He stopped when he saw me, and wagged his cock at me.
As we reached the back of the theatre, I looked for the old man, but he was gone. There was a stairway to the right of the exit, and we turned up it, expecting to find the balcony. But there was none, and all we found were the bathrooms.
"No balcony," I said.
He dropped his coat, and I saw his still erect cock. It stood away from his body like a swollen, stiff finger.
"Fuck me anyhow," he said. He touched his cock.
I looked around. The lounge was a simple square room, with no corners or hall ways. There were three doors. One marked "Men," the other "Women." I guessed the third door led to the projection room. "Where?" I asked.
He looked around desperately. "There!" He pointed to the men's room.
"No," I said. "There." The ladies room. "It's safer."
I pushed open the door, and he followed me in, cock and coat in hand. The room was a shiny blue tile, with two stalls against the far wall. I walked over to one and opened the blue, swinging door.
"We'll do it on the toilet seat," I told him.
"Beautiful." His eyes seemed foggy, and he held his cock delicately, sliding his hand up and down its length to maintain its present state.
"You go in first," I told him. "Sit down."
He went in, putting down the seat and sitting back. I looked at him for a moment, with his cock in his hand, jutting from between the flap of his pants, and I felt a strange feeling come over me. It was almost there now. I almost knew what it was; what it all meant. All the faces and all the men were slipping quietly in place, making clear the vision. I felt on the brink of a great, personal discovery…
"Come on!" he said, breaking into my thoughts.
He had his pants down, and his thighs were bare. He had fine blond hair on his legs and around his cock. His flesh was bright pink, like a baby's.
I entered the stall and closed the door behind me, locking it I squatted down between his legs and slid my mouth up and down his waiting cock. I made my mouth as wet as I could, dribbling saliva all over his cock. I took it out of my mouth and ticked it with my tongue, as though it were a lollipop. He moaned with pleasure from my tongue.
"Now wet me," I said. I turned around and lifted my skirt, exposing my ass. I bent forward, spreading the cheeks of my ass, and revealing my cunt. I felt his tongue lash out and tick itself between the lips of my cunt. He pushed the tongue up inside of the passageway, wetting it, and preparing it for his cock. Wet, electric flashes of pleasure danced across my cunt.
"Enough," I moaned. My clit was hard and my cunt was open. I was ready to be fucked. More importantly, I wanted to be fucked.
I stepped back with my thighs open around his legs. I held my skirt bunched in my arms, so my legs and cunt were totally bare. I squatted down over his cock, jutting my ass out, and I lowered myself upon his erect cock. I felt the hard tip of the organ push against the outside lips of my cunt.