Sin-Ema

by Steve Shadow

  “Take it easy, kid.” Bruce was getting out of hand. “You sit and take notes. I’ll do the fucking and sucking here.”

  Sandy seemed to be won over by my argument and she lay back and spread her legs again. The smell from her ripe cunt filled the room. She had a right powerful odor and I felt my ass and balls tighten up as my prick began to swell again.

  “Will it hurt a lot, Steve?” she asked. “I’m a little afraid.”

  “Don’t you worry, honey. We’ll go at it real slow. If it hurts too much you just let know and I’ll stop. But you look strong and healthy. In a few minutes you’ll be begging for it.”

  I crawled on the bed and got undressed. I knelt between her outstretched legs and began to stroke her already moist cunt. God her pussy felt nice. The hair was soft and the outer lips were like velvet. My finger slid like butter over them. She was pulsating ever so slowly and raising her hips to meet my hand. My fingers were getting coated in cunt juice. I inserted part of my fore-finger into her cunt. It gave a little but seemed extra tight. I wriggled it around a little and it began to ease in. The walls of her pussy began to grip my finger like little fish nibbling at bait. I got a second finger in her and began to stir them around inside her hole. Her face and tits began to turn a slight crimson color. She seemed about ready for my cock. But i wanted a little pleasure myself.

  Sandy reached up suddenly and grabbed me. She was trying to force me on her.

  “Hold it, kid.” There will be plenty of time for that. Have you ever had a guy’s cock in your mouth?

  She looked puzzled. “No, I never did that. Are you supposed to?” she asked.

  “Well it’s not that you’re supposed to but it sure feels good and oral sex is a large part of the big picture, if you know what I mean. Now you pay attention and I’ll show you how its done. First off you lay hold of the cock; that’s it, hold it in your hand.” She hesitatingly grabbed my cock. “Now lean over and start licking my balls until they are nice and wet. Start your way up my prick. Lick it all over its base and up the sides.”

  She was doing a good job and getting me super horny. Her tongue was hot and slick. She slobbered all over my nuts and cock. Her spit was dripping all over my crotch. It was a good thing she was so wrapped up in her work so that she didn’t notice Bruce. He had his pants pulled down and was rolling on the floor while beating off and moaning.

  “You're doing real well, Sandy.” I said. “Now see the little slit in the head of my cock?” She nodded. “ Stick your tongue up against it and rub it all over. Now take the head of it in your mouth. That’s it, real slowly. Suck on it like a lollyipop and roll it around in your mouth.”

  God it felt nice. She was sucking as hard as she could. Her cheeks were hollowed on my cock. Soon I was buried in her mouth and she started to chew on my dick like it was a steak.

  “Hold it, hold it!” I screamed. “No biting, just suck.”

  I glanced over at Bruce. He had all his clothes off and was kneeling on the floor in front of us. He was running a finger in and out of his ass and jerking off faster than the speed of light. “Get up here and eat her out, kid. I want her cunt dripping wet for my cock.” He didn’t need a second invitation and quickly hopped up, slid his head under her and started lashing her cunt with his long, snaky tongue. She jumped with surprise but never missed a lick of my inflamed cock. The time seemed right for the big plunge.

  “Lookout, Bruce. Get back on the floor. I’m going to stick it in her now. Sandy, lie down and open your legs.”

  She stretched out and I climbed on top of her warm, waiting body. I reached down and eased the head of my hot, throbbing prick into the opening of her sopping wet cunt. I worked it around a little as she let out small gasps of pain. All of a sudden the entire head was sucked in by her cunt. She leaped about a foot and cried out. “Oh, oh, Steve, it hurts so much, it hurts.”

  “Shut the fuck up, bitch. You wanted it and we ain’t going to stop now. Just relax and soon it will feel great.”

  I plunged on. She was pushing me off and pulling me down at the same time. I could feel my cock pushing against her hymen. She had a tough one and I had to keep applying pressure. She was really howling now. I started to get a little worried but it had to be done. I reared back and gave her one last powerful jab. I felt her cunt give and I sank into her. She let out a scream heard ’round the world. Then I felt something hot and sticky hit my back. I looked up and that little son of a bitch Bruce has been standing over us pounding his pud and when Sandy let out that last scream he shot all over me. God damn, what a mess.

  Sandy was now getting used to that stranger in her cunt and she began to respond to my insistent hammering at her box. She was sighing and heaving her hips at me while I felt Bruce’s come dripping down my sides.

  We began to get a rhythm going and I could feel blood leaking out her pussy and all over my balls. This drove me wild and I began pounding her cunt like a bull. I threw her legs up and sunk another five inches into her now gaping hole. We were fucking like two possessed by demons. I could hold back my spunk no longer and shot a wad into her waiting cunt. She wailed in ecstasy. I wailed in ecstasy. And that fucker Bruce was whacking off his wet prick again. Sandy and I collapsed in a soggy heap.

  ‘That was really great, Steve,” Sandy said. “It hurt and felt good at the same time.” She looked down at her cunt. “Oh my God, look at all the blood. I’m a mess.”

  I had an idea. “Bruce, you bastard, you shot your jiz all over me. Just for that I want you to get up here and lick all that blood and cum off Sandy's cunt. If you don't I’m going to beat the shit out of you and take away your job into the bargain.”

  Poor Bruce turned purple. He started to stammer out excuses but I insisted and he ever so slowly placed his head between her legs. She was staring at him in fascination and when his tongue slowly started to lap up her blood and cunt juice she rolled her eyes back in joy. “Oh, Bruce, lick it all off of me. I love it.”

  She was turning into a real randy bitch. Bruce, after his initial displeasure, was getting into pussy-gobbling and was doing a real fine job.

  I looked down at my miserable crotch. It too was coated in blood and gunk.

  “O.K., Bruce let her go. Now it’s my turn. Get over here and lick me clean.”

  His head snapped around in disbelief. “Are you kidding? I ain’t licking your cock. I ain’t no queer.”

  “It doesn’t mean you’re a fag. Just consider it a favor and a sensual experience. Take my word, you’ll love it. Now get over here and eat this shit off me, OR ELSE!”

  He was frightened and did my bidding. I was really getting aroused at the idea of having little Brucie suck me off. He soon warmed to the task and before I knew it he had a real lather worked up on my balls and cock. Sandy sat in amazement at the weird goings on but soon her hand founds its way to her newly cleansed cunt and she began to stroke her punctured pie.

  “Bruce, as a reward I’m going to let you fuck Sandy. Now hop on her and show us your stuff.” He gave my cock one last butterfly flick and leaped on Sandy before she knew what was happening. He sure could fuck for a little guy. I crawled over him and jabbed my prick in her mouth. She had learned her lessons well and was sucking me off like a pro.

  “Listen, Sandy,” I told her. “When I come, you'll feel this sticky liquid shoot in your mouth. You just swallow it all. Its good for you. Clears up your complexion.”

  She nodded her head. Bruce was flailing away at her like a whip on a lazy burro. I could see him coming in hot, quick spurts. I let go too and felt my come being swallowed by my obedient sex slave. It was very satisfying to know I had done a good job on her.

  We lay on the bed for awhile talking about how great it all was and how much we all loved sex. After awhile we all took a bath together and had a great time soaping up each others organs. Bruce seemed to get a big kick out of blowing farts under water and watching the bubble rise.

  After drying off, Bruce drove Sandy home and I fell into bed. I
was pooped to say the least. But as someone once said in a song, “Never work as hard as you play.” Sounded good to me.

  Chapter 7

  Life at the Roxy was settling into a routine. Of course we had problems. The vice squad kept bugging us but a few dollars in the right hands kept them quiet. As a matter of fact, I soon found that a few bucks kept everyone peaceful, including the police, the building inspectors, the license board, and the city. The only fly in the ointment was the fire department. They were strict motherfuckers and they kept finding violations in the building. I tried to correct most of them but the inspectors were tough and could not be bought off.

  I decided on a new strategy. The inspector that most frequently came to the theatre was a dumpy middle-aged lady who seemed to be a real puritan. Once she came to inspect when the films were running and when she got a look at the screen she nearly shit in her pants. But she somehow couldn’t keep her eyes off the screen. She was held in terror-ridden fascination.

  “That’s horrible,” she gasped. “How can you show such awful acts on a movie screen?”

  “What’s so terrible about seeing 8 or 10 people fucking each other?” I asked. “No one else is complaining and the theatre is nearly full. You’ve got to keep up with the times.”

  But her mortification was boundless. She refused to come to the theatre while we were open, so I had to meet her early in the morning on the days she wanted to inspect.

  We were having a tough time getting the projection booth passed. She insisted on collapsible chain-links for the projection ports and they were incredibly expensive. I talked it over with Bill and he said the ones we had were good enough. He thought she was just being bitchy because she didn’t like our operation. He was probably right.

  I had a plan and told Bill about it. He was all for it. We just had to wait for her to show up again.

  That wasn’t a long wait as she called the next morning. I and Bill met her outside the front door. After exchanging greetings, I unlocked the doors and we walked up the stairs to the projection booth. Bill was looking forward to this. He was a little over-weight and losing his hair. He was lazy and constantly complaining about something but I liked him and we got along well. Whenever he laughed at something his false teeth would pop out. He would get pissed off but I thought it was a riot. I always caught him beating off on the toilet in the booth whenever we got in new films. So I figured he’d be ripe for a little of the old in and out with the real thing.

  Miss Maypole, the fire lady, looked around the booth.

  “Now, Mr. Dann, what have you done about these fire ports?”

  “Miss Maypole, I told you, and Bill told you that the ones we have will work. Now we are going to show you. Bill, start the machine. We will go out in the balcony and when I give the signal Bill will light a match under the chain links and you will see the ports close.”

  She nodded her agreement and we sat down in the balcony. Bill started showing the hottest film we had. It began with a close-up of a beautiful blonde girl sucking on an enormous cock. Her head was bobbing like a go-go dancer at full stride. She was moaning and swearing at this monster cock. “Come on, you big hairy prick, shoot your hot steaming cum into my mouth. I want to swallow all your luscious cum. I want to feel it slide down my throat.” I glanced at Miss Maypole. Sweat was standing out on her brow and she was squirming in her seat. Boy was she turned on. What a hypocritical cunt she was. I leaned over and put my mouth against her ear.

  “Whats the matter, dear? Is the film getting to you?”

  She didn’t say anything. She just kept staring. I reached over and squeezed her saggy old tit. It was hard to get hold of it under that damn fireman’s outfit. She didn’t scream so I got a little bolder and stuck my tongue in her hairy ear. She shot bolt upright and let out a moan that shook the rafters. Why you old bitch, I thought, you’re as horny as the rest of us.

  “Bill,” I called, “Come on out here. I think Miss Maypole is no longer interested in the chains. She wants a little company.”

  Bill hopped over to where we were seated. Even in the dark I could see a devilish grin spread across his chops. These old folks were as bad as us young ones. She was enraptured by what was happening on the screen. Things had progressed to group fucking by now and the gang in the film was really going at it.

  “How about that, Missy?” leered Bill. “Like a little of that action for yourself? We got a lovely little office up here and me and Mr. Dann could give you a little tour. Right, Steve?”

  “Oh sure I could. We got lots of time for our esteemed visitor. Why don’t you show her the way, Bill?”

  Bill lifted her out of her seat and pushed her into our little office. It was painted red and had a nice double mattress on the floor. Betty and I had been using it lately for quick fucks before opening time. Dirty old Jolly, the union projectionist had drilled a hole through the wall so he could watch us. We were a horny lot at the Roxy.

  Poor Miss Maypole was in a daze by now and didn’t even struggle when Bill and I started to remove her clothes. She was sort of built like a blimp. Her tits sagged to her belly which hung in folds over her cunt. Bill laid her down and I saw she had a tangled mat of hair which covered her whole lower belly, box, and inner thighs. Not very appetizing but one had to make sacrifices for one’s job. Bill didn’t seem to be put off by this hulking beast and got out of his clothes in fast order. He didn’t look much better than Miss Maypole. She was heaving around on the mattress like a beached whale. As a matter of fact the whole scene looked like Captain Ahab fighting with Moby-Dick. I had to try hard to keep from laughing. Bill was all scrunched over, licking her massive beard of a cunt bush. He wasn’t having much luck so he jammed his hand up her to get the juices dripping. She was shaking her head from side to side and mouthing some kind of gibberish. I think I could have booked her into Radio City Music Hall as the abominable snowman and no one would have questioned the authenticity.

  Bill seemed to be satisfied with the amount of moisture on her cunt and heaved to and plunged in. It was like hippo heaven. The whole room was shaking from their fucking. I wish I had a movie camera, I thought, this would make a hell of a feature for our next program.

  “Come on, you fat old bitch,” Bill was bellowing, “Fuck me to death. Fuck, fuck, fuck, you slimy hen. Bounce that ass.”

  “Oh Bill, your cock feels so good. Shove it in farther.”

  Boy these geriatric swingers were really beating it out. Bill let out a war whoop and shot his sperm up her aged cunt and she went into a fucking crazy clucking and cooing. I decided I might as well put in my two cents. I tugged my clothes off and pulled Bill away from her. She stretched her arms out to me and I had to close my eyes to keep from running. But I snuggled into her hot fat grasp and plunged my tool into her chubby cunt. It was nice and warm and gooey in there. It was like riding a Brahma bull in the rodeo. I had to dig my fingers into her tits to hang on. The harder I gripped, the harder she bucked.

  “Let me get on top, Mr.Dann. I want to feel your cock push up into me.”

  We rolled over and that tub of lard nestled down on me. I thought I was going to die. She was having a gay old time bouncing on my prick. Bill stood over me and shoved his cock into her mouth. She latched onto it like a bear on a spawning salmon. She was pumping and sucking like a teenager. I couldn’t stand all that weight on me and shot my wad into her and pushed her off. She fell over and Bill jumped on and polished her off. She just laid there and palpitated like a jellyfish.

  “Well, Miss Maypole,” I asked, “Did we pass the inspection?”

  She opened one eye and said, “Oh, you passed the inspection months ago. I just kept coming back and hoping we would get to this. From now on you will always pass my inspections, if you get what I mean.”

  I got it all right, and so did Bill. Well I guess fucking her two or three time s a year wouldn’t be too much of a chore. She wasn't a bad old broad once I got to know her and I really got to know her that morning.

 
Chapter 8

  Now that the fire problem had been licked, so to speak, I was free to concentrate on other things: like getting my tubes reamed by some sweet young cunt. Sandy had been bugging me to come and meet her room-mate. She had just rented an apartment in the suburbs and had advertised for someone to share it with. She had told me all about the girl who answered her ad. She sounded like some sort of freaked out hippie. She had been hitch-hiking around the country with some guys and had all kinds of adventures which impressed the hell out of Sandy.

  I wasn’t doing anything that night so I agreed to drive her home and meet her room-mate. Anyway she has been itching for another taste of my prick and I was glad to give it to her. She was a great pupil and knew how to satisfy me to perfection.

  After stopping for a bite to eat we drove to Sandy’s new place. It was a nice four room apartment. Unfortunately her room-mate, Jan, was asleep in the bedroom so we went in to living room. It was a big high-ceiling room with a fire-place and four mattresses on the floor. In fact the whole floor was one big bed. We turned off all the lights, put on some records, and lit up a joint. Sandy had sure come out of her shell. Not only was she into sex but she liked to get high too. Well you can imagine what happened next. Before you could snap your fingers we had our clothes off and were rolling all over each other.

  “Hold it a minute, Steve,” Sandy whispered, “I’ve got something to show you.” She switched on the lights a minute and picked up this massive electric vibrator. “This thing really feels good.” She said, as she turned off the lights. “Wait until you feel this on your cock.”

  She flicked it on and it emitted a low hum which sent a tingle to my rocks. She began to rub me all over with it. It was very relaxing and exciting all at the same time. She was rubbing it along my inner thigh and I felt my cock rise. She slipped her finger into my ass and the sensation was terrific. My whole crotch was pulsating. Then she gripped my cock and it was better than a hand-job. I almost shot off in ten seconds.