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  She laughed at that. Her husky voice sent shivers up and down my spine. “Hell,” she said, “I’m old enough not to be bothered by a little sex on the screen. I probably was seeing stags before you were born. If it’s anything I know a little about it’s sex. Although with my damn husband workin’ this night shift I think I’m getting a little bit rusty.

  She was really turning me on. She was like those lusty older women I had seen in those foreign films and went home to beat off over. “How about a drink while we get to know each other? I’ve got some scotch that’s real mellow.”

  “Why that’ll be fine. Mind if I take off my boots? I just got them today and they’re killing me.”

  “Take off whatever you want.” I said, feeling the heat run up my legs. Maybe there was something to this stuff I had always heard about older women. They said practice makes perfect and she looked like she had plenty of practice.

  I got the drinks and sat next to her on the couch. She had her legs drawn up under her. I couldn’t help but notice what nice feet she had. “ I don’t want you to think I’m some kind of freak, Ronnie, but you sure have pretty feet. Most girls really have the ugliest feet.”

  “Well that’s a real compliment,” she purred at me. “Would you like to rub them for me? Those boots sure made them sore.”

  She scooted around on the couch and put her bone-white feet in my lap. “Sure, I’d like that,” I said as I began to rub her feet. I started with the little toe and worked my way all around those lovely digits. She lay back and moaned with pleasure.

  “Say, that feels real good. I’ll give you two hours to cut it out,” she laughed. “I thought you had some questions to ask me.”

  “Oh, nothing we can’t take care of when you start work.” I was starting to lose control and began to move my hand up her leg. The bulge in my pants was getting more than obvious when I felt her big toe began to rub itself against my cock. “The job is all yours,” I blurted out.

  She sat up and drained her drink. “Mind if I have another, Mr.Dann?” I got up and was barely able to walk to the bar. My cock was on fire and ready to bust open my fly. I got her the drink and brought it over to her. As I leaned over to hand it to her she poked a finger at my cock and said, “My, what have we here? You are a naughty boy, Mr.Dann.”

  “Call me Steve, and yes, I am naughty but you sure as hell know why.” I plopped down beside her, grabbed one of her nice-sized tits and kissed her on the neck.

  “A little forward for such a young man,” she said. “ Sure you know what you’re getting into?” I had to rise to a challenge like that. I started to grab her when she pushed me on the floor. “Hang on, sonny,” she sad in her deepest voice. “I’ll run this show. Now you get up and take off all your clothes real slow. I want to see what you’re made of.”

  Boy was I shocked; but I was so horny I would have eaten out her dog just for one quick fuck. I obeyed her and began to remove my clothing piece by piece. She just sat back and watched me with a little smirk on her face. When I was nude she motioned for me to come closer to her. “Thats a nice-sized cock you got there, Mr.Dann. You know how to use it?”

  “I hope to tell you I know how to use it. Just give me the chance and I guarantee you won’t be sorry.”

  She chuckled and said, “That’s mighty big talk for a young kid like you. Well you can start by getting on your knees and sucking off these toes you like so much.”

  I was freaked out. I had never run into a situation like this but what the hell, at this stage I was ready for anything. I took her foot and started to lick it all over. I sucked on each toe; it felt odd but good. I must have been at it for ten minutes when I looked up and saw she was having an orgasm. I never heard of such a thing. Coming from a toe-suck? I began to wonder what other weird shit she had up her sleeve.

  She told me to get up and take her clothes off. She didn’t have to ask twice. I undid her blouse and removed her bra. Her tits hardly sagged at all. The nipples were a rich dark brown. I tugged off her pants and panties and stood back in amazement. She sure had a nice body for an older woman. She had a flat stomach with a rich black forest of hair on her cunt. Her legs were trim and long. I thought of them wrapped around my back while I plunged into her box. My cock was jumping around like a runaway yo-yo. At this point she could have pissed in my mouth and I would have begged for more. I had never been so excited in my life.

  All right,” she barked. “Let’s see how good you are with that tongue of yours. I want my cunt and ass eaten out proper and if I don’t get at least an inch of tongue up my ass I’ll be awfully pissed off.”

  “Don’t worry,” I gasped. “I’ll get my whole head up there if I can.” I kneeled in front of her as she sat back on the couch and threw her legs over my shoulders. I began to lick, suck, and bite for all I was worth. She had the sweetest cunt I ever tasted. I worked my way around to her asshole and licked it until it was nice and wet. Then I began to work my tongue into her bumhole. “That’s great, that’s fantastic,” she moaned. “ More, more, more, shove it farther, deeper.”

  Unfortunately I had run out of tongue and substituted my finger. I wiggled it around like crazy and managed to get three fingers in her ass and four in her cunt. She was hopping like a bunny. I leaped up and prepared to slam my cock home when she stood and said, “Wait a minute, honey. Fair is fair. If you want to fuck me, I should get to fuck you.”

  I stood there puzzled. “What the hell are you talking about? You can’t fuck me. I ain’t got a cunt and you ain’t got a cock.”

  “That’s what you think,” she said, reaching into her bag and pulling out a big dildo. “Here’s my cock and you sure as hell got a cunt, right in your ass.”

  I was scared but figured if that’s what I had to do to fuck her, well what the hell. “Won’t that hurt?” I asked.

  “I’ll bet you never asked a girl that when you wanted to shove your cock in, did you?” I didn’t answer and she began to grease that monster up. She then strapped it on and had me bend over while she greased up my asshole. That felt good until she began rooting around with the head of that rubber dick. I grit my teeth and hoped for the best. The first thrust almost tore my ass open but I relaxed as much as possible and it began to slide in. After awhile it wasn’t so bad and I began to enjoy the sensation. She was having a hell of a time and began to yell, “Ride ’em, cowboy,” while slapping my ass. Boy what some guys won’t go through for a fuck. Well, I always said, when the cock gets hard, the brain gets soft.

  “Had enough, boss?” I sure had. My asshole felt sore as hell. “Now you know how a woman feels after you bastards shove your cocks in.”

  “Say, Ronnie,” I asked. “Are a lesbian or something?”

  “Well I have been known to swing both ways but I just felt like doing something different and teach one of you young punks a lesson. You’ve been a real good pupil. Now what say we make it legit with a real down home belly-whompin’ fuck.”

  That invitation suited me just fine. She slid down on the floor and took my limp dick between her soft feet and began to rub them back and forth. She had real educated toes and in two minutes I was hard as granite. She then started running her tongue around the head of my cock. As she let it plop into her mouth I thought that the whole dildo number had been worth it. She had a real professional mouth. It was so warm and wet in there I wished she could have blown me forever. But the old sap began to rise. I lay back and she nestled her gaping red hold over my cock and started to squirm on down. Soon all I could see was her cunt on my crotch and we started to beat out a steady rhythm. She sure knew how to shake that thing. I rolled her over and pumped like a madman. We were grunting and groaning. We were soon just a ball of sweat and each time we rose and fell there was a sharp smacking sound from our wet bodies. I could feel her cunt muscles gripping my prick and squeezing it in little nips. What a glorious hunk of woman. I turned her over and fucked her doggy-style for awhile. She was reaching down and rubbing her clit while I jammed a finger up
her ass. We both came in a blaze of glory. It was shattering. I felt my spunk squirt up her cunt and my knees began to buckle. What a truly cosmic fuck.

  We both lay back and I must have dozed off because when I woke up she was gone. I found a note on the coffee table.

  “Dear Mr.Dann,” it said. “Thanks for the job. I’m sure we will work well together both at work and after work.” It was signed Ronnie. I wasn’t sure if I could take another employee like the first two and was determined to hire a nice girl for the second cashier. After rubbing some Vaseline on my ruptured ass I went to bed where I finally nodded off with a grin on my face.

  Chapter 4

  I spent the next day making final preparations to open the theatre. I had to get all the concessions set up and check on the hundred and one things that always seem to pop up at the last moment. I hired my second cashier. Her name was Sandy and she seemed harmless. She was a little dumpy, wore glasses, and I’m sure would have gone into a panic at the sight of a real cock. She didn’t mind the movies because she refused to look at them.

  A college boy that lived in the area became my usher. He was a short, skinny kid but he seemed pleasant enough and not likely to give me any competition with the cunt that I hoped would soon be pouring in.

  We finally opened on the following Monday. Our first two features were Copenhagen Exposé and Hot Bananas. We sure packed them in. Our customers were mostly business men in their overcoats. I could just imagine seeing hundreds of hands beating off hundreds of cocks and all of them shooting into their hats. What a mess. But that’s what they came for and they seemed to enjoy it because a lot of them came back two and three times a week. However, I sure didn’t see any girls and had to content myself with blow jobs in the office from Betty, the candy girl. Mrs. Lunt was after me all the time but after seeing her hulking husband one night I was a little wary. Bruce, my little usher, became the focus of her attention. She would always ask him to help her with something in the storeroom where she would grab his cock and lick his ear. He got real upset about it. I told him she was a strange and wonderful fuck but he was a shy kid. I decided to cure him of that. I couldn’t stand to see the poor kid go home and whack off every night. I got a brainstorm one night when a couple of the local hookers came in the theatre for some popcorn. They were a pretty nice bunch of girls and I had my eye on one of them for awhile. As luck would have it she and her friend were the ones standing in front of me asking for popcorn.

  “Hey, girls,” I said. “How about doing me a favor and coming by the theatre tonight at 12 when we close? I want to pop the cherry on my little usher Bruce.”

  “Why sho’ nuff, baby. We be by as long as you got the bread.” They were both tall, stacked, and black as coal. The thought of those two naked ebony bodies got my juices flowing and I was almost ready to forget about Bruce and fuck them myself. “O.K., girls, I’ll see you both later.”

  At closing time I told Bruce to stick around. “Gee whiz, Mr.Dann,” he whined. “I have to go home and study. Can’t I go?”

  “Just sit tight, Bruce. I have a little surprise for you. You’re gonna love it.”

  I went outside and sure enough those two high-stepping whores were coming down the block. My mouth started watering at the thought of those two Brillo-pad boxes. I escorted them in and shut the doors and lights.

  Bruce was sitting in the lobby with a scared look on his face. “Gee, Mr.Dann, what’s happening?”

  “Don’t worry, Bruce,” I assured him. “These two young ladies are here to wrest your virginity from you. They both are more than willing to suck and fuck you into manhood. When they get finished you’ll be on your hands and knees thanking God for the gift of wet sopping cunts and firm tits. No more long nights in the john whacking off your pud. This is the real thing and we are all here to see you get broken in right.”

  Poor Bruce got all flushed. He started to stammer about having to leave but I shut him up.

  “Girls, how about coming in the theatre and doing a little show for us onstage, you know, to sort of warm little Brucie up for the big event.”

  I had rigged up a kaleidoscopic light in the projection booth and it cast its revolving lights on the screen. I put some rock and roll music on the tape deck. The girls got on the stage. Their names were Jo and Vanessa. Brucie and I got on the stage with them. They had some reefer they wanted to smoke and Bruce, like any college boy, liked to smoke dope, so we all had a couple of hits. Soon Bruce wasn’t so shy anymore as the reefer began to take hold. As a matter of fact, we were all feeling pretty good. Bruce and I began to clap and yell, “Take it off, take it off.” The girls, who were both in high-heels, mini-skirts, and see-through blouses, began to do a little bump and grind. We were all laughing our asses off but getting good and horny too. I noticed a little lump in Bruce’s pants. I guess the kid wasn’t as square as I thought he was. We kept yelling for the two girls to take it off and they began by kicking off their shoes and unbuttoning their blouses. They both had nice dark brown tits. Jo had long drooping ones with oversized nipples. Vanessa’s were small and stuck in the air. They were really starting to grind it out now and visions of barb-wired bushes were floating through my head. Bruce was jumping up and down by this point and when they removed their skirts he went nuts. He was whooping up and down the aisles. I’ve never seen someone go from a shy little kid to a raving lunatic in such a short time. The girls were laughing and removed each others pants. Those two naked Nubians were forcing my cock into high tide. I calmed Bruce down a little and told the girls to put on a little lesbian show for us. We got back up on the stage with them so we could see them better. I had an old sleeping-bag spread out for them to lie on. They started in necking and twirling their tongues in each others mouths and finger-fucking their respective boxes. They dropped to the floor and I could see these two black girls really had something going. They got into a 69 position and Bruce was staring with this mouth open. They were slobbering all over each other cunts, moaning and writhing in passion. I had to jump in. I tore off my clothes and then remembered Bruce.

  “Come on in, kid. The water’s fine.”

  He just stood there with this mouth still hanging open. “All right, girls, let’s help him out.”

  “C’mon, honey,” Jo said. “Let’s see that little honky pecker of yours.” She grabbed Bruce by the arm and dragged him down.

  “Don’t be bashful, baby.” Coaxed Vanessa. “We don’t bite ’less’n you want us to. Shit, baby, you gonna love what we gonna do to you.”

  Poor Bruce was a captive now and they began to pull and push him out of his clothes. The whole scene was getting me worked up and I started stroking my pulsating cock. Soon they had him naked and Jo started licking his little cock which was getting bigger by the minute. Vanessa was trying to sit on this face but Bruce kept turning his head away and shouting, “No, no!”

  “Now you hold still, honey.” Vanessa said grabbing him by the ears and jamming her cunt in his face. “Now you get that little tongue of yours goin’ on my clit.”

  Having no choice, Bruce began to lick like a man on a mission. I was beating off wildly now and Bruce was really getting the hang of pussy-gobbling. Suddenly Jo pulled her head back and said, “Hey, watch this.” Bruce jumped a little and let loose a jet of spunk that sailed three feet in the air. At the same time he bit into Vanessa’s cunt so hard she howled and nearly jumped as high as Bruce’s cum.

  “Hot damn!” she howled. “That boy’s a real terror.”

  Bruce sat up and smiled sheepishly. “The devil made me do it.” He giggled like a court jester.

  I was about to shoot my load so I grabbed Jo and shoved my cock in her mouth and filled her throat with hot jiz. She licked my cock dry.

  “Well, Brucie, how do you like it so far?”

  “Boy, Mr.Dann, this is fun. When can I stick it in their cunts?”

  “Anytime you can get it up again.” I answered. “I have an idea. Jo you suck me and Vanessa suck Bruce. Now when we get hard w
e’ll switch and fuck.”

  Bruce and I lay back winking at each other as those two black hookers went to work on our cocks. They sucked their black hearts out and soon we were both feeling the stirring in our nuts. We switched and Jo got little Bruce on top of her and guided his prick into her wet, waiting cunt. “Fuck me, you white devil,” she screamed. I was sunk deep into Vanessa and all four of us were screwing to beat the band. The theatre business sure was a hell of a way to make a living. All four of us came at the same time. We were all sweaty and began rolling all over each other. Orgy time at the Roxy for sure. We were putting on a better show than the films. If only we had a paying audience. We got into a big daisy-chain and sucked each other dry. We were all fucked out. Bruce looked happy as a puppy with a milkbone. We eventually got dressed and straightened things out on stage. I paid the girls, they left and we went home. After that night Bruce would do anything for me, even kill if I asked him. A shared fuck is a powerful bond.

  Chapter 5

  We began to show hotter and hotter films at the Roxy. People from all over the city were flocking in. No one had ever shown such well-made and explicit films in the city before. We began to show films of girls fucking dogs and donkeys. One movie even had a girl shove a live eel up her cunt. It wiggled around in there and she looked like she was having a ball. However some of the people that came to the show were even stranger and more pornographic than what was being shown on the screen. I’ll never forget that one night when a nice looking young couple came walking up the lobby to the candy counter. I was standing there feeling up Betty’s ass while she kept squeezing my cock.

  The girl was tall and thin with a copper-colored Afro atop her head. She seemed to be only wearing a man’s t-shirt, which hung to her knees. I could not resist asking her, “Excuse me, but is that shirt all you have on?”