This is my 4th installment of the story "Jenny Plays with the Big Girls". Again, I want to thank everyone for their kind words of support and wishes for continuation. This chapter is a bit more messy than previous ones, arriving finally as we have at the golden shower scene. I must warn you that if you are turned off by this kind of literature, that you probably should not read further. For fans of my work who are not fans of golden showers, I can promise that this is the only chapter with said topic included in it. And there are still many more chapters to come. Otherwise, I do hope you please enjoy the read.
"Ah, good. We're here now," Julie said, as we pulled into the theater complex. "Anybody decide what flick we're going to see?"
"Yes," I answered. "Since this is Jenny's night, we're going to see a western that's playing here. Jenny just loves westerns, don't you dear?"
"Oh yeah, gee thanks Lori," Jenny answered excitedly. "I do, I really do. Which one are we going to see, huh?"
"It's a surprise, honey," I said. "Don't worry, I'm sure you'll love it. I'm sure we all will."
I told everyone to buy the candy and popcorn while I paid for the tickets and we all hustled into the cineplex as quickly as we could so Jenny couldn't see the marquees outside the doorway and note the title of the film. Once inside, I decided we should sit in the "cheap seats", up in the balcony, for a little more privacy, away from prying eyes. I wanted this in case we wanted to provide our new girl a little more action than the movie decided to offer us. Once up there, I noticed that, although not totally alone (there were about six or seven other couples there desiring the same privacy we sought), it was at least not as crowded as the 75-100 patrons below us had we chosen to sit there.
When we were all seated, Cindi went to the ladies room just as the lights were dimming and the previews for upcoming movies were starting. Five minutes later she returned and again insisted that Jenny sit on her lap. Not wanting to make a scene nor in any way be the reason why the odd-numbered couples around us or the 75-100 people below us should suddenly turn their heads to look around or up and see a femininely dressed boy arguing with a group of girls over seating arrangements, Jenny reluctantly agreed. When he finally sat down though, he received two shocking jolts.
The first and greater of the two shocks was that upon sitting his still naked bottom on Cindi's lap his butt-hole was suddenly speared by a huge plastic lubricated dildo that Cindi had apparently strapped onto her waist while she'd been in the ladies room moments before β the dildo she no doubt picked up at the Adult book store where she'd had Denise stop earlier this evening.
The second shock he received was when he noticed the western they were going to watch that was just starting up was Brokeback Mountain, the one western he'd sworn to me he would never see because of all the gratuitous male-male sex involved. Jimmy thought that made the entire movie obscene and completely worthless as a western genre film.
I noticed Jenny squirming uncomfortably in Cindi's lap and assumed something was up, though was completely unaware of precisely what trick Cindi had pulled this time on my hapless sister. Therefore, I thought I'd make her life a bit more worrisome by playfully teasing her.
"Anything wrong there, Jenny?" I asked. "You're not looking too good."
"Uh, um, no, no sis, nothing's...ugh! Wrong." Jenny gasped. "But...ugh, um! Brokeback Mountain? You know I...ugh, hate this film, Lori, ugh! Those guys, ugh, screwing, ugh, all the time, ugh. It's, ugh, gross!"
"Well maybe you're right, Jenny," I said, giggling as I watched Cindi bouncing Jenny on her lap, suddenly realizing just what she might be up to, though I found out later the implement I thought was being thrust into poor Jenny's butt was not what Cindi was using at all. "I just thought that maybe in your new frame of mind and style of dress, you might watch the movie from a different perspective tonight, and get a girl's view of the film instead of a boy's view. We gal's like seeing two guys humping each others bones. It really turns us on. See if it does you, Jenny."
Not really expecting an answer, I turned my attention back to the movie after that conversation to give the two a tiny bit of privacy. Twenty minutes later I couldn't take it any more as the movements next to me were getting more and more exaggerated and out of control. Again looking over I noticed Jenny's eyes crossing and glassing over while I saw that her hand had slipped under her dress and once again had begun stroking her cock.
Even more wild was what I saw Cindi additionally doing to Jenny. Instead of feeding her the popcorn or candy the girls had bought earlier, she was forcing her to suck on a six-inch dildo, thrusting it in and out of her mouth as she whispered endearing comments about those cowboy studs making out on the movie screen below us. Just the sight of Cindi taking Jenny like this, raping her two holes at the same time while making her jerk herself off, really blew my mind. I just had to get in on this too.
This time I reached over and slowly pulled the hem of her dress up to her waist so I could watch her hand action and when I did this I suddenly noticed Jenny's hips being punched up into the air at regular intervals, realizing only then that my little sister was getting herself royally screwed, just like the fella on the screen was at the campsite. And not with a finger, as I'd first assumed, because Cindi's hands were busy elsewhere. Cindi, seeing my look of surprise when I was watching them, winked at me and mouthed the words, 'strap-on', confirming what I had begun to assume, that Cindi had purchased a second dildo with a strap-on harness and was using it to screw my feminized little sissy up her sweet, once virgin ass.
Boy oh boy, I thought, nearly losing it, but catching myself before I began laughing too hard. That Cindi really went hog wild back at that book store. I wonder what else she picked up there. Then I whispered down the line to the other girls, telling them what was going on between Cindi and little Jenny. In order to get in on the action, each of us, one by one, got up, deciding to go to the ladies room and, even though we were closer to the aisle on the other side, we purposely walked out the other way, allowing us to walk by and pause in front of a totally embarrassed and exposed Jenny who, while continuing to suck fervently on the one dildo, was also getting noticeably and royally humped by a proud and smug Cindi. All the while we stared down at her, a totally embarrassed Jenny never stopped jerking herself off or sucking on the six inch dildo.
When Denise, who was the last of us exiting the row of seats, filed by, she knelt down and, looking Jenny right in the eye, winked, and said, "Now girl, let's not hear any more about you not wanting to play with the boys. After tonight we all know what a hot, randy slut you really are." Then, looking up at the rest of us, she winked and added, "Don't we girls?"
All Jenny could do was lower his mascara-covered lids in blushing shame after a resounding theatrically spoken YES! and "You go, girl!" from the rest of us, while she continued sucking and fucking on her twin dildoes and jerking herself off.