James stirred from his highly erotic dream; some visions blend seamlessly with reality if you’re fortunate enough to wake up in a city as enchanted as Amsterdam with its quirky architecture and distinctive reddish-brown brick houses that line the crowded canals. A vibrant city pulsing to the beat of the constant bustle of people seeking pleasure. The gentle rumble and clanging of a tram bell pierced through his sleepy haze, yanking him into the diffused morning light of his cramped hotel room.
It’s summer, but the sky looms grey overhead, and it’s surprisingly warm as he stands unashamedly naked at the open window, watching as people go about their day. James always felt right at home in Amsterdam; everything about the city drew him irresistibly to her quirky charms and array of vices to indulge in. His mind wandered, full of nostalgia as the memories flooded back, idle days spent immersed in a clandestine world where most tourists would never venture. Memories of serene sexual abandon in the city’s underbelly, drawn by the neon lights and their promise of satisfaction.
God, I love this place.
Avoiding the usual tourist activities and diving right into the city’s seedy underside, James started his day with a stroll through the notorious De Wallen, where the infamous Red Light District awaited his calling. Bipolar in appearance, like an old movie star without makeup, during daylight its narrow alleys still offered their usual services but were much less attractive without the nighttime neon hue.
After people-watching from a bar window, James ended up at the coffeeshop he frequented when in town to grab supplies for the adventure ahead. Always the same routine: purchasing space cakes and weed before dropping by one of the last few adult cinemas still in operation. The air was thick with the rich aroma of freshly brewed espresso mixed with the earthy sweetness of weed. The pumping background music created an upbeat vibe that immediately lifted James’s spirits.
Behind the counter, a friendly bartender greeted him with an extensive selection of cannabis, which was always difficult for a novice to choose from. Laughter filled the air as patrons chilled out on the wooden bench chairs, sipping coffee and smoking. James studied the impressive menu; the choices were overwhelming; he worried he was taking too long, then suddenly, as if calling directly to him, ‘Black Widow’, a legendary strain known for its potent effects and sweet earthy notes, leapt from the board as his finger landed on it. The bartender nodded and smiled knowingly.
Sipping his coffee and eating his cake, waiting for the cinema to open, James, a novice smoker, took time rolling several small joints, each just enough for a few puffs, much to the amusement of the other patrons with their long, fat smokes and high tolerance levels. Pleased with his amateur rolling, he finished the last few crumbs of his cake; anticipation levels had reached fever pitch. It had been a few months since his last visit; he could feel an unwelcome premature swelling in his pants and quickly gulped down the last of his coffee. James was eager to get to his destination before the swelling became raging and tented in his jeans. Fortunately, the cinema was only a stone’s throw away from the bar.
After a brisk walk, the entrance came into view; his heart raced with excitement, pounding like an Olympic sprinter after a race. The orange sign teased outside, unassuming and yet strangely alluring: “Super Sex Cinema VENUS” in bold black letters. It felt like a personal invitation to another world, one filled with mystery, sexual adventure, voyeurism and exhibitionism. The throbbing in his groin quickened with the thrill of it all, almost too much to bear, now forcing a very noticeable bulge.
Venus wasn’t just any porn cinema that you might imagine; it was an escape from reality, a vintage establishment screening cine-projected 8 mm reel-to-reel raw erotica from the glory days of the industry, the oldest in town. A time capsule from the seventies, complete with funky jazz music soundtracks, cheesy dialogue and ridiculous story plots. Not the place if you’re looking for a tourist trap screening 5D sex films in surround sound, which, ironically, is what Venus metamorphed into.
James stood in the lobby, mesmerised by the nostalgic muffled clicking of the cineprojector behind the counter as he browsed the colourful, iconic movie box covers plastered across the wall in a glass case, promoting a non-stop programme. The vibrant artwork featuring John Holmes and other 70s superstars captured the natural rawness of porn back in its heyday: bold colours, hardcore graphics, and just enough campiness to remind you of simpler times.
Behind the ticket counter, an astute smile crept across the middle-aged woman’s face, almost as if sharing a secret with James about what might await inside – one that spoke volumes about the countless visitors to the cinema over the years. James was below the average age of most patrons, who were a mix of people from all walks of life. Smiling, he slid the money forward in exchange for a small square paper ticket – a silent transaction. There was an immediate rush of adrenaline as he pushed through the swing door and stepped past the heavy, dark curtain into a void of darkness with an infectious grin, ready to lose himself in another world for a number of hours.
-X-
Quirky, small and dimly lit, the air was thick with the unmistakable scent of cigarettes and weed, which lingered in a misty haze. The flickering light from the screen and darkness of the room made it difficult to see at first. James fumbled through the shadows, shifting cautiously along a row looking for a vacant seat, barely able to make out the outline of several seated figures. He settled in a vacant seat to the unmistakable sound of a buckle unfastening and a zipper being pulled down slowly. The rhythmic clicking and whirring of the projector were as constant as the loud sex moans and funky jazz soundtrack emanating from the large screen filling the room.
“Oh my, you’ve got a big pointer there,” Peaches said.
“Yes, I use it to instruct my students in cocksucking; I have a cocksucking class.” James smiled at the screen, at the cheesy dialogue.
“Interesting. Maybe I’ll come to one of your classes one day.”
Who writes this stuff? James thought, secretly loving the absurdity of it all as he reclined and slid down into his seat one row from the rear. A while later there is movement behind as James lights up his small smoke and draws in several deep puffs; a stranger shuffles seats and sits next to the man behind him. Feeling super relaxed, he had let go of all inhibitions; it was a perfect blend of illicit excitement and the thrill of exhibiting his arousal. Each puff of his smoke elevated his horniness to a new height. The sudden intimacy of shared groping coupled with the rythmic sounds from behind was intoxicating.
Turning for a fleeting glance, the two men were stroking each other’s erections. Despite knowing what he would witness by turning to look, the view still surprised him with an oddly liberating effect; his cock swelled to bursting point. Venus was a little sanctuary away from reality where everyone could just let loose: men, women, couples and transsexuals, all drawn to its unique, sleazy, unquestioning charm. The air hung thick with testosterone and endorphines as five men sat openly masturbating, exhibiting their throbbing arousal, inviting voyeuristic intrigue.
There was something provacative about sharing an intimate experience with strangers, like a secret society where subtle reactions become a language of their own. Conversations are hushed but charged with adrenaline. It’s not just about the pleasure of viewing; it’s a collective rush that resonates far beyond mere visual stimulation—it’s a place where fantasy meets intimacy in a timeless slice of abandonment.
For James, it was a similar sensation to being at the nudist beach for the first time: a heady mix of excitement and nerves. He felt gloriously aroused, yet there was an undeniable flutter in his stomach as he stood surrounded by men flaunting their own hard cocks. With each passing moment he could see curious glances that made his heart race. Unbuckling his belt, James let his jeans drop, feeling liberated yet vulnerable without underwear; his thick, erect cock stood rigid, illuminated by the bluish tint from the screen for all who cared to look; it was this very buzz, being so exposed in front of appreciative eyes, that fuelled his desire to exhibit further. With carefree abandon, James sank low into his seat and gripped his rock-hard shaft once more.
Casually stroking his significantly engorged cock, he noticed an older gentleman peering across the back of his seat, watching his laboured strokes intently. His grey hair caught in the dim light; his face had seen many winters, yet his eyes sparkled with youthful delight at the sight of an impressive younger cock. The way he shifted slightly to get a better view made James harder still. The old man’s panting grew shorter as he jacked off to the scene before him. James took long, deliberate strokes, squeezing the shaft hard, making the veins and head bulge further still.
Another man in the same row was also watching James whilst he masturbated furiously; his cock was much less impressive but still rock hard and eager to impress an audience. Contented, the man behind grunted several times and moaned to the sound of rustling tissues before he sat back, zipping up his trousers with a deep sigh; his pent-up seed was released.
The curtain over the doorway suddenly parted; a burst of bright light flooded the theatre, momentarily exposing everyone in their state of undress. All heads turned as a very tall, typically Dutch man strode in with an effortless air of confidence, temporarily pausing the exhibitionist collective, like deer caught in headlights, all hands covering laps. He made his way past the rows of seats silhouetted against the screen and ambled towards the toilet, which was to the right of the screen. Interruption over, the masturbating quickly continued.
There was no concept of time at Venus, at least for James; it didn’t seem to exist. As the space cake took effect, he was blazed, which just enhanced the level of horniness; his cock was powerful as it bulged and throbbed so hard, certainly bigger than any other cock in the cinema. A sudden surge of endorphins sent James spiralling into an exhibitionist cock-worshipping spectacle of self-love. Two wide-eyed men watched as James performed, masturbating with long strokes as if he were one of the porn stars on the silver screen.
YES… GOD, IT’S HARD. I fucking love it… They can’t keep their eyes off it. SO FUCKING BIG!
The tall Dutch man had been in the toilet for a while. James, like most of the patrons, had forgotten he was even there. In need of relief, he stood, pulling his jeans up, only fastening the top button, leaving his belt undone and his thick, erect cock sticking out the fly on full display. Approaching the toilet, the door was open, and the tall, broad-framed man filled the space. His elbow moved slowly back and forth, clearly attending to his cock. Hearing the floor creak behind him, he turned; his presence commanded attention, with soft blue eyes and a handsome face with a well-groomed moustache which added a hint of charisma.
He radiated an aura, a blend of wisdom and warmth characteristic of someone who’s comfortably settled into middle age. He smiled invitingly, making James feel instantly at ease as his eyes trailed down the man’s torso to rest on the biggest cock he’d ever seen; the head gleamed like a prized trophy polished for a special occasion. It was the kind of cock that required admiration, oversized and adorned with intricate bulging veins that snaked along the thick length.
“Pardon.” The tall man tried unsuccessfully to squeeze his engorged sausage back in his pants as he slipped past James, their cocks brushing momentarily.
It was one of those awkward moments. James was desperate to pee, but his body didn’t want to cooperate; bending over clumsily, he forced his erection downward, just managing to release the powerful stream of piss into the toilet. The sound echoed loudly like Niagara Falls in the confined space. Emerging victorious, relieved and still rock-hard with his cock out on view, he strolled slowly through the dimly lit aisle of the cinema; the soft light from the screen illuminated his cock. His eyes were now accustomed to the darkness, which made it much easier to see.
He scanned the seats for the tall guy; their eyes met, and he gave a subtle approving nod and lowered the seat next to him. The casual familiarity in his gesture set James’s heart pounding. Smiling back at him, he sat slowly in the seat as the man filled his Sherlock Holmes-style pipe; aromatic wisps of smoke snaked towards the ceiling with each puff. On screen, an Asian woman sucked a good-sized cock; the Dutch man sank deeper into his seat, relaxing with a huge tent in his open pants. He caught James looking longingly, an expression he’s seen many times from many admirers.
“Take it out if you want to.” The man turned back to watch the movie.
Nervously with trembling fingers, James reached into the man’s trousers, fishing for the rod; a swirl of anticipation filled the air between them. Every heartbeat echoed in his ears with the thrill of touching his warm flesh. A huge cock suddenly sprang free. James glanced up at him, gauging his reaction; there was a mix of vulnerability and excitement. Not knowing what to expect was both exhilarating and terrifying; the man wriggled his trousers down. James gasped at the sight of his fully exposed huge, throbbing shaft and heavy balls; it was enormous.
Taking hold of the heavy shaft, it felt wonderfully hard and virile. After taking another puff on his pipe, he cupped the back of James’s head with his shovel-like hand, gently pushing his face towards his cock. There was a fleeting moment of horror. Although James loved looking at cocks, he’d never entertained sucking one and, under any other circumstance, would probably have objected, but there he was, a vegetarian sitting at a banquet table being offered the juiciest, most expensive prime steak. James was salivating; sometimes the temptation, even for a vegetarian, is too great to resist.
Jesus, that’s one fucking huge cock, so thick and long. God, it feels so good in my hand.
Holding the base firmly, he licked the tip gingerly; the sweetness of his pre-cum was pleasantly surprising, encouraging him on. With each slow stroke of his tongue, the man moaned soft words of encouragement, his response reassuring James. His cock smelt fresh and manly. James whirled his tongue around the shaft and balls, licking and sucking almost in a hypnotic trance, lost in the admiration of his powerful weapon. The man closed his eyes, moaning in delight as James worked his magic, sucking passionately using every technique from the bible of cock-sucking.
The secret to being a great cocksucker is to worship the cock like a god and become its minion, obeying every twitch and thrust. With each deep throat, the man sucked in air through his teeth, lost in ecstasy. James couldn’t get enough; the pleasure he administered just increased his own desire further. Unable to hold off any longer, arching his back and bucking into James’s mouth, panting like a dog on a sunny day. James braced himself; instinctively, he wanted to pull away, afraid of the situation he was in, but he’d gone too far already – there was no turning back.
The first blast of hot jizz hit the back of his throat. It was zesty yet creamy, with an unexpected sweetness – an explosion of flavours. To his surprise, instead of pulling away in disgust, he found himself lapping up every last bit of cum, slurping along the shaft and balls greedily. The exotic blend of flavours and the slickness of his meat had him going back for more. Unable to take any further pleasure from James’s mouth, the stranger cupped his chin and pulled his face up. James’s eyes were glazed, half open, with a look of love as he gently stroked the tamed beast as it slowly wilted.
There was a second experience, one he never entertained before, but it just happened naturally. The man leant forward; their soft lips touched with an electric bolt that made James squirm, cupping the back of his head. James drew the Dutch man in tight as their tongues snaked together. It was different from kissing a woman; it was more powerful. His soft but prickly moustache kiss was unlike anything he’d experienced. Breaking free, gasping for air, James dropped his head toward the man’s cock again, eager to suck it one more time, but he was stopped.
“If only my wife could suck like that. Jesus, that was amazing, but I really have to go now.” He pecked James on the cheek and made his way to the toilet.
Sitting there, wrapped up in his thoughts, James knew that things would never be the same. He stared at the screen, watching sex scene after sex scene, completely consumed in his own world. Flabbergasted by what he had done and astounded by the pleasure he received. The whole situation felt surreal but incredibly satisfying. Looking at his watch, with the taste of fresh spunk in his mouth, he decided it was time for a break and change of scenery. Stepping out of the dark cinema, James was momentarily blinded by the stark brightness cutting through the late afternoon gloom. The rain fell gently, creating a melodic rhythm on the pavement as he dashed toward the nearest bar, his trainers splashing in puddles that reflected the neon lights. He could already taste the crispness of the cold beer that he now longed for.
-X-
Shaking off the last few droplets of rain from his jacket, James took a long sip of the golden nectar and sighed loudly with satisfaction; it hit the spot. Glancing round the bar, his eyes locked onto a beautiful black woman sitting alone. Her mocha complexion and dreamy hazel eyes were enchanting as they connected with his in the sparsely populated bar, an inviting sparkle; she exuded confidence with an intriguing air of mystery. Something about her posture, the way she sipped her drink, captivated James instantly.
Black widow, she’s a goddess!
A snug white T-shirt revealed the sensuous curves of her small but perfectly formed breasts. Each one of her glances lingered longer, hinting at depths yet to be discovered. It’s as if she were waiting for him to approach. James nursed his beer, his reluctance to move evident as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Afraid of rejection, why would she be interested in talking to him? Her subtle yet inviting wave broke the ice, drawing him in despite the niggling thought that she might be a working girl.
There was something genuine in her expression, a celebration of beauty but also an exploration of kindness and generosity. Maybe it’s the way her eyes sparkled with mischief, how she touched her hair, or how she leaned forward just enough to make him feel special. As their gazes locked, his curiosity was piqued by this unexpected encounter. With each passing second, that initial reluctance faded; there was a surge of adrenaline as he stood.
Go on, just talk to her. So what if she says no? At least you know you’ve tried; you’ll regret it if you don’t.
James crossed the bar to her table with purpose, his footsteps seemingly in sync with the chords of a banging tune playing in the background. As he settled into the chair beside her, he was completely oblivious to the fact his fly was unbuttoned, leaving him vulnerable, especially as he has chosen to dispense with underpants for easy access in the cinema. She chuckled, delighted by his goofy charm—if only she knew what he’d been up to moments before entering the bar.
“Tanja.” Her soft Danish accent was like velvet caressing his ears.
“James, nice to meet you. I’m curious what’s so funny.” His eyes fixed on her dreamy gaze.
“Were you in a rush, leaving one of those?” she teased, pointing out the window to a woman standing in a red-lit window.
James frowned, not really understanding. “No, why do you say that?”
“Your jeans are undone, and I could see you’re not wearing pants, and you don’t have pubes either. Do you always walk around the red-light area like that?” She smiled teasingly; her straightforwardness took James by surprise.
“Fuck, how embarrassing.” James laughed at himself as he looked down at his lap.
Totally besotted, James instantly felt as though they were two peas in a pod. He could tell she felt the same way, a strong magnetic connection pulling them together as the world around them blurred into the background. The atmosphere was as intoxicating as her perfume. James placed his warm hand on her silky smooth bare thigh just below her short denim skirt. It felt like a natural thing to do, a subtle yet intimate gesture that showed his attraction. Her smooth skin radiating warmth through his fingertips. The casual intimacy elevated as she placed a hand on his, creating a cocoon of understanding, inviting a deeper connection.
Tanya’s pupils dilated as the chemistry between them brewed, leaving their intimate moment suspended in time with their faces inches apart, lost in each other’s gaze. As if struck by a winter’s chill, her nipples stiffened and protruded, straining at the snug material of her T-shirt. Letting James know his warm caress has awakened her arousal.
Like a dog with a bone, she cheekily persists. “So… are you going to tell me… why your jeans are unbuttoned?” Her beautiful full red lips stayed slightly parted like an inviting vagina.
Taking a large swig of liquid courage, hoping it wouldn’t scare her away, James confessed. “Well… if you must know, I was in a porn cinema and obviously forgot to make myself decent before I left.” One eyebrow raised at the revelation.
“Really? So you weren’t decent before; I bet that was a sight for sore eyes.”
James nearly spat out his beer.
Tanya moved James’s hand higher up her thigh. “Tell me more; I’ve never been in a porn cinema. What’s it like?” His hand slid with ease up her tender flesh.
He described the cinema dispensing with all the graphic details. Her chest heaved gently with each breath; her mouth hung slightly open as if lost in waiting for an unspoken invitation. She leaned closer, feeling the breath from his words on her voluptuous lips as his hand gently caressed higher up her thigh. His fingertips danced over her skin like featherlight whispers, igniting sparks that sent bolts of warmth racing to her core. Tanya moved his hand higher; he felt the heat radiating from inside her lacy panties.
She met his gaze with deep, longing looks that spoke volumes—words unspoken filled the air with an unquenchable desire. Each glance lingered just a moment longer than necessary, amplifying their mutual attraction through knowing glances. Time seemed to stall as they floated in an intimate bubble, where every heartbeat thudded with sweet anticipation.
Each word dripped with passion; she had an effortless way of making every moment feel electric. Her eyes danced mischievously, wrapping around James like an invisible thread, pulling him deeper into her world with a flirtatious bond; it was impossible not to be captivated by the vivacious spirit radiating from this extraordinary Black Widow.
“Have you ever heard of the Candy Club?” she quizzed.
“No, what is it?” James expected it to be some kind of disco.
“I hear it’s a swingers club where people openly fuck. Would you like to go?” Her hand slipped into his still unbuttoned jeans and found his semi-erect cock. “Mmmm, very nice.”
“I’d go anywhere with you, James.” He was falling head over heels, totally captivated by her charm.
“It’s not open until nine; any idea what we can do till then?”
His fingertips explored the soft, spongy bulge through the lacy material; it seemed overly puffy and not what he was expecting. There was a twitch as Tanja moaned softly with the softness of his touch. Her thighs parted slightly, providing better access. His fingers probed further upward, tracing a thick curved ridge. James felt his cock harden instantly as he squeezed the girthy meat between his thumb and forefinger. Tanja’s eyes glazed half-closed as she saw the lustful intent in James’s eyes; their lips met momentarily with an electric spark.
“I think I do, yes. There is a sleazy little cinema called Diane; it’s a short walk from here. You’ll love it.” James could feel Tanja’s bulge growing, straining the tight panties, aroused at the prospect.
“God, you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.” They kissed again, deeper, more passionate, snaking tongues, until Tanja suddenly pulled back, panting like a dog, releasing her grip on his throbbing cock.
“We should calm down a bit; the barman keeps looking.” Tanja noticed several people watching them with great interest.
“I suppose you’re right; I need to let this thing go down before we leave. Here, eat this… Trust me, you’ll be glad you did.” They gobbled down the last two space cakes silently, staring lovingly into each other’s eyes as the anticipation of their next contact simmered, steaming and hot.
-X-
Walking hand in hand through the gentle patter of rain, their intimacy was heightened by the array of scantily clad females exhibiting their assets in various windows. The historic canals glistened, reflecting the warm hues of the quaint gabled houses and their enticing deep red lights. They paused, a respite from the drizzle in a shadowed doorway as the rain dripped from the leaves of a nearby tree, creating a rhythmic symphony that complemented the tender caresses as their hands found each other’s bodies. Sharing a long, lustrous glance, they met in a blazing hot, passionate kiss.
“You drive me crazy; I could kiss you all night. You’re so amazing, Tanja. I’ve never felt like this with anyone before; god, you make me so hard.” James was desperate to share his feelings with his newfound love.
“I’ll tell you a little secret: you’re the first man I’ve ever kissed, and boy, are you a kisser.” Tanja ran her hand over the growing bulge in James’s pants.
“Seriously, I can’t believe that; guys must be all over you. I have a secret too; you are my second kiss; the first was earlier today in the cinema.” Tanja’s right eyebrow rose with a smile.
“I don’t go out much like this, but here in Amsterdam, I felt safe enough to explore my feminine side openly. I was hoping to meet someone like you, James, a caring person who likes me for who I am.”
“I am besotted, Tanja; you really are perfect, and don’t let anyone tell you differently: funny, intelligent, pretty… strike that… beautiful and just amazing.”
“Stop, you’re making me blush. You know I have a penis, right?… Just checking.”
“My god, yes, I have to admit it was a surprise, but a very welcome one.” James ran his hand over her denim skirt, tracing the outline of her swelling. “Mmmm, and a very big surprise, too.”
“Kiss me, James.” Tongues entwined, they locked in a hot-blooded embrace.
“Let’s go, or we’ll never get there. I want to experience how liberating it feels to show off to strangers.” James broke free and pulled Tanja back out into the drizzle.
As they approached the easy-to-miss entrance and tiny cashier window. Seeing the female attendant put Tanja at ease, she was a little apprehensive, not knowing quite what to expect. As they stepped into the dimly lit cinema, the distinctive blend of aged smoke and muskiness enveloped them. The dimly lit room created an intimate setting, its walls adorned with muted red lampshades. Amidst the ambience of loud, climactic cries, several men jerked off, absorbed, watching as an orgy of oily, writhing bodies unfolded on the large screen. Tanja instantly recognised that a porn cinema is not just a space for viewing erotica but also a venue to explore with other like-minded nymphomaniacs.
“See… Not so bad. Just relax; we’ll have more fun than you can imagine.” James whispered in her ear as they stood in the doorway, eyes adjusting to the darkness.
Taking her hand, James led Tanja to their seats, choosing the middle of a row, one from the rear where one man sat stroking his erection.
“Here, these are perfect.”
Tanja felt a panic wash over her as she dared not glance back at the man whose incessant fidgeting disrupted her focus. The soft glow of the screen cast flickering shadows in the darkened theatre, but her mind was preoccupied with unsettling thoughts of the fat old man behind rather than the orgy unfolding before her. The rhythmic creaking of his seat, grunts and wet slapping sounds echoed, instilling a profound sense of vulnerability, which was soon washed away as James silently undid and dropped his pants, exposing his erection for all to see.
“Well, does it look as nice as you imagined?” James smiled as his cock throbbed full and hard, illuminated by the light from the silver screen.
“You’re a very bad boy, James.” She whispered as her fingers walked to the girthy shaft, glancing left and right briefly. “Mmmm… Very nice, so rigid.”
As they sat absorbed in the atmosphere of the dimly lit cinema, James’s hands began to roam with a casual confidence, exploring the contours of Tanja’s small but perky breasts, circling the erect nipples. The contrast between the screen’s hardcore sex acts and their shared soft, sensuous touches created an intriguing dynamic, their silent groping building a deep, heated desire for each other’s bodies; the air was soon heavy with exhibitionist sexual tension.
The melody of opening zippers, soft groans and self-gratification around the room heightened their passion to a crescendo of fevered advances. Casting aside all inhibitions, Tanja widened her thighs as James peeled the lacy panties back over the growing bulge. exposing her long thick cock, which flopped out heavily before slowly inflating. James’s eyes sparkled at the sight; he looked up at Tanja, and their eyes met. She saw the flames of desire burning; his posture changed as if morphing into something as his cock flexed hard in her hand.
“Yes… It’s very big, James.” She looked down, teasing, encouraging him to follow her eyes.
Illuminated by the light from the screen, James watched with fascination as Tanja’s cock jerked upward until it stood towering between her thighs, long, girthy, magnificent; his mouth watered with the anticipation of tasting the pre-ejaculate that oozed from the tip. A chill of excitement coursed through Tanja’s body, every nerve ending tingling; she had an audience, two men looking over their seat back trying to get a glimpse of her wondrous endowment.
“Ooh, that is a beautiful thing, Tanja; it’s enormous.” James ran his fingertip softly up and down its length, tracing the bulging veins slowly.
“I am so excited, James; I’ve never been so hard like this. It feels so liberating.” She whispered, hitching up her skirt.
James leaned over, guiding the massive cock to his lips; Tanja moaned as he slowly pulled back the foreskin, his warm breath brushed past the bulbous head, making her back arch, his tongue extended; with a slow, deliberate stroke, it dug deep into the eye, scooping up the clear liquid. He then moved up, Tanja’s eye wide as they met in a kiss; together they savoured the sweet nectar, to the sound of grunts and rustling tissues and a zip fastening in the row behind. A man then left. Slouched in their seats, legs wide apart, James and Tanja watched each other masturbate, every stroke firmer and more deliberate than the last, pumping their pistons, fine-tuning their engines in unison. As one flexed to engorged proportions, the other followed.
“I’ve never been so horny. I love how you make me feel, James.” James lowered his head and took Tanja’s throbbing cock in his mouth, stretching wide around the girth, slurping loudly to show his appreciation.
The door swung open, and a petite figure emerged, her long blonde hair peeking out from under the hood of a wet raincoat, droplets lingering on her shoulders, which she shook off as she stepped inside. Her features were bold and angular, presenting an aesthetic that could be described as pretty in a manly way. Tanja watched as she sensuously undid the clasps of her raincoat; Tanja, highly aroused by the pleasure James administered, moaned with abandon. The woman unfastened her raincoat to reveal a surprise; Tanja gasped again this time with delight.
“Look, James.” Eyes glazed in a state of bliss, James looked up.
The lady stood shamelessly, dressed only in stockings and suspenders and a lacy bodice, no panties, flaunting a good-sized erect cock with an unapologetic confidence; she smiled as she stalked, purring like a cat towards them, batting her eyes flirtatiously at their display of phallic prowess. James swung his meat left and right openly, inviting her advance. She initiated the conversation.
“I am Mia.” Her voice was husky and deep; she licked her lips seductively, staring at Tanja’s erection that glistened with saliva, waiting for an invitation.
“It’s up to the lady; whatever she says goes.” Tanja’s eyes roved over Mia’s petite frame, which accentuated the size of her cock.
“Well, James, it looks like you’re on a double date night.” She patted the empty seat next to her, inviting Mia to sit.
Exchanging eye contact with James, there was a silent conversation, each knowing what the other had said. Slowly, their eyes lowered to Tanja’s lap, immediately followed by their greedy open mouths. Tanja gasped loudly, holding the back of both heads as two warm mouths closed around her cock. An electrifying encounter as they gorged mercilessly, simultaneously driving each other’s unrestrained cock-worshipping, driving Tanja to the point of no return.
“James, stop… stop… I am going to cum if you don’t stop.” Mia moaned and slurped faster.
“Cum for me, Tanja; I want to see you explode.”
“Jesus James… ahhh.”
A rush of adrenaline ripped through Tanja’s body as she watched two mouths feeding on her engorged cock, the pleasure too intense, her balls tightened as she arched her back, thrusting her hips in a fucking motion, both mouths open, locked together on the head as the first blast of hot jizz fired, their tongues danced across the eye, coaxing another more powerful blast, then another, until Tanja’s tense body relaxed. Mia’s eyes smiled at me as I pulled away, moving up to kiss Tanja as her chest heaved. They kissed lovingly, a long tender embrace, Tanja tasting her own come as their tongues snaked, drawing her deeper, reigniting her passion; breathing deeply through her nose, she writhed on James’s face and squirmed her hips. Her heart was pounding as she stroked James’s cock. Suddenly, she pulled back.
“Let me taste you.” Tanja stood, exchanging seats with James. Mia and Tanja were now sat either side.
“Oh God!” James watched as both mouths descended on his eager cock.
The air was heavy with the musky aroma of sex, a complex dance of muscle contractions ripped through James’s body as two beautiful ladies exquisitely serviced his piston. Lost in a haze of bliss for what seemed like an eternity, the constant licking and sucking was divine. One of Tanja’s wet fingers probed at his anus; she looked up with her dreamy hazel eyes, assessing every emotion on his face. The sensation of the invading digit was overwhelming.
“You want me to take you, don’t you, James?” The finger slid all the way home.
A torrent of cum gushed in thick spurts. James orgasmed loudly, convulsing at the thought of Tanja’s huge endowment entering his body as the two ladies sucked and drained his balls dry. Tanja returned the spunky kiss so James could taste his own seed.
“My second first time with you, James; my first kiss; my first cum load, and now I want to make love to you. Will you be my first lover, James?”
“Yes, and yes again. I want to be with you and make love all night; you’ll be my first love. I am still a virgin, Tanja.”
Straightening their attire, ensuring they appeared less dishevelled, James and Tanja adjusted each other’s clothes, making minor adjustments as Mia stalked to her next prey. Satisfied with their polished appearance, they stepped out into the cold evening air and rain-washed streets. With an urgent wave, James raised his hand to hail a taxi, which approached swiftly. They slid into the back seat cuddling. As the quirky cityscape whisked by,
God I love this city.
Tanja took James’s hand, their fingers interlocked, as she kissed him gently. “Thank you, James. I can’t believe we’re doing this.”
James was lost in the beauty of her gaze. In that moment, the world around them faded into insignificance; time slowed as he became acutely aware of a growing love for her.
The End.
