(M+F, exhib, true)
© 2008 George Page. All rights reserved.
The Cine Bleu was your typical dive: The overly nonchalant amble down the street and last instant furtive duck through the door was a given.
The inside met the expectations: An adenoidal middle-aged man waited for my cash and buzzed me into the seedy excuse for a theatre.
I'd been here before, of course, and wasn't expecting anything different from any of the previous times.
Anything different from the usual, at least. It seemed every time I'd come in here (yes, yes. The pun is so obvious that I'm not touching it) I'd seen some slightly new variation, some slight kink that added a point of difference to each visit. Ah, the naivete! To be able to find something 'new' in every gonzo porn flick. O woe, O lament for lost youth. Ahem,.
What the hell, have a potted history of my experiences at Cine Bleu before we get to the main event. It's closed now, so there won't be any more.
The first time, I barely lasted a scene before discretely availing myself of the tissues provided - not my normal habit, by the way. God only knows what the movie was called, although I did find a description of the scene later on.
Other visits were much the same - although I do remember staying for at least two orgasms and several scenes of Private's Two Cocks in One Hole. Eventually, I graduated back to my usual habit of cumming in my hand and licking it up, although this was tricky: You can imagine the potential pitfalls of trying to maneuver a handful of cum without spilling it in a darkened theatre. Or perhaps you can't. I'm the pervert, after all. Usually, by the end, I'd sit for a couple of scenes and then decamp to the public toilets nearby.
In any case, I'd come in not expecting anything special and took my 'usual' seat near the aisle vaguely aware of a couple of other people in the row as well as the usual handful scattered around the thirty or so seats. By the end of that first partial scene, I became aware of some movement to my left - more than you'd expect from some suit with his dick in his hand.
It was the first capital "c" Couple I'd ever seen in here, although I have to admit I was hardly a regular visitor and 6pm on a Wednesday probably wasn't their busiest time. There were two empty seats between me and her, while he was a further seat over. She was seated, more or less, but leaning across with her head in his lap. It wasn't difficult to guess what was going on, and I smiled and mentally wished them well as I turned back to the screen.
The next time I looked over, she was straddling him, seated-cowgirl style and the movie lost all interest for me. And for everyone else. I just sat and watched them for a bit, but one of the other men crept around to the isle behind them and was reaching forward to hold her breasts while her partner had his hands under her arse.
When they finished, she sat back down in her seat while he zipped up. Time for a break, I guess. Anyway, I decided that if they hadn't objected to the guy behind them, then I had a reasonable chance, so I moved over beside them and asked if I could join in.
Just like that: "Do you mind if I join in?"
They both nodded assent, so I stood up in front of her and started with a kiss before moving downward. Her blouse was open, and the cups of her bra pushed aside, so I latched briefly onto a nipple before continuing down to my knees in front of her seat.
Ah! This was what I was after.
I ran my fingers through her hair - this was clearly before the fetish for waxed smoothness became mainstream - while I leaned in to lick what I could reach. I have to wonder what it felt like for her as my beard tickled past her thighs, especially in contrast to her clean-shaven partner. Pretty quickly, though, I reached up with both hands to pull her hips forward for better access.
That allowed me to get to the whole length of her slit, and I enjoyed it, running my tongue up and down a couple of times before settling in to concentrate on her hooded clit . I did try to penetrate her with my tongue, but I'm pretty sure I missed (Callow youth, remember!) and I had better, more versatile things to try that trick with.
Pretty soon I had my index finger buried to the knuckle and was starting on the second as I rotated them through some hundred twenty degrees. Then it was three fingers and I was pumping them in and out. Everything was moving smoothly, so she was either enjoying my attentions, or I was hitting the right biochemical switches regardless.
During a quick stop for a breather, I looked up and saw her head twisted around, gobbling the crank of a guy standing in the row behind, while a third had a tit in each hand. I don't know what hubby (or whatever) was thinking, and now I kick myself that I didn't take the time to look. It's one of the three things I really regret about this adventure, but more on those later.
Back to work, and I pulled her a little further forward. Actually, I think at one point I'd pulled her completely off the seat and was supporting her buttocks completely. This gave me total access and I used it, licking from asshole to nubbin, and then spending some time tonguing her rosebud. No subtle motive here, of course, so it wasn't long before I had her back on the edge of the seat.
My left hand was quickly back to working in and out of her pussy. I managed to work the pinkie finger in there, as well, but I was careful even then not to go any deeper than the knuckles without more explicit permission than I had. That left my right hand free, and I took advantage of the groundwork I'd laid and slipped the index finger up her ass.
I don't know whether it was the anal stimulation that did the trick, I wasn't the only one working this woman, remember, but soon after I felt a distinctive clamping around my fingers as she tipped over into orgasm.
My work here was done.
I stayed in place for a bit, basically reversing out the same way I'd gone in: four fingers, two, a last long lick and back to my original seat.
I'd lost track of the movie's plot, of course, as if it matters, but the live show wasn't completely over. Hubby must've regained his strength, she's sort of lying sideways in her seat being pumped from behind, although from my angle I couldn't see which hole was in use. A nice little round off to the evening's adventure I guess, because not long after they finished, she's found her g-string somewhere and is re-buttoning her blouse.
Ever the gentleman, I tap her hand as they pass and say thank you.
I mentioned three regrets that I had about this adventure. I'll probably do this after every major post, you know, apply a little hindsight to the events described.
My regrets for this one?
(1) That I didn't see how Hubby was reacting to three other men playing with his woman. Not that I expect that he was upset, they'd obviously come here to play, but it would have been interesting, I think.
(2) That I didn't attempt to include him in the games. What would have happened if, when I'd finished with his wife, I'd slid over and offered to blow him? From memory, what little I saw of him looked straight as, but who knows? I figure they were both either well out of their usual zone and open to anything, or they were experienced players. Or I could have been beaten to a pulp for being queer. You takes your chances and you rolls your dice.
These two were regrets only in hindsight. At the time, so long as he let us play, I certainly didn't care what he thought and sucking his dick neveroccurred to me. It's only as I've gone on, and, if you will, sunk deeper into my perversion that I really began to wonder. This last one, though, came to me almost immediately.
(3) I regret that I didn't stop them on their way out and ask if they would like someone to come with them and continue the adventure. If I had, who knows where it could have led? We'll see, because as well as the true stories, I plan to extend a few scenarios beyond where they actually ended. Don't worry, though, I'll clearly mark them as fiction - let's call them the 'Extension Files', or something like that.
One thing I don't regret is that I didn't my end away. I probably could have gotten at least a blowjob out of it - other guys did - but what the hell. I'd gone there looking for porn and a wank, everything else was just a bonus.
A final word, if I may, about this blog, and why this is the perfect story to open it.
These are the 'Sex adventures of a pervert', with me starring as the pervert, but the emphasis isn't necessarily on me, or even the perversions. This blog is about the 'Sex Adventures'. They don't even have to be my adventures. The Cine Bleu story is the perfect example: It wasn't my adventure, it was the anonymous couple's. They were the ones who decided to come to a porn theatre and let the denizens join in their games. As far as they were concerned, I was just two hands and a tongue that happened to be there.
Most of these adventures are going to be mine, sure, because I can't guarantee walking into someone else's like I did this one, so I have to be the instigator. But it's just as much fun to be part of someone else's.