Thanks WAA for the proofing and editing
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"But this is..."
"Obviously," Vikki giggled behind her hand at Ira stared at the Adult movie theater sign.
"Sis?! Why did you bring me here?" Ira asked, he had heard talk of the place in the hallowed halls of his school. Yet like everything that was gossiped in those cold, loud, white halls Ira never took the stories to heart. Clearly he was wrong; it did exist.
"Because," Bridgett said a wicked grin spread across her face as Ira looked at her, "Vikki and I like coming here and letting all those dirty men watch as we fuck."
"Oh yes, all those horny cocks stroking to us, wishing they could stick their cocks into our hot, tight, wet pussies," Vikki purred reaching over cradling Bridgett's right breast.
"So we thought we would torment the men," Bridgett said an evil light flared in her eyes, "with fucking you in front of them since they can never stick those wimpy cocks into us."
"Damn sis," Ira said a little taken back by his sister's demeanor.
"Didn't you know? Your sister can be very... bad." Vikki cooed. She loved it when Bridgett got like this. It was one of the reasons she was drawn to her in the first place. "So what do you say Ira? Do you want to go and make those men envious of you?" she asked turning in her seat.
"You know... if I saw your tits it might make my decision easier. It has been sometime since I've seen them," Ira said with a devilish grin.
"Should we?" Bridgett asked looking at Vikki.
"Mmmhmm," Vikki nodded vehemently matching her girlfriend's smile.
"Ira, baby brother, are these the tits you want to see?" Bridgett asked as she and Vikki revealed their 36B and 38C cup breasts, respectively, to him.
"Mmmhmm," Ira muttered his head bobbed rapidly.
"Do you like your sister's breasts Ira?"
"Of course, they're so perky," Ira said reaching out giving each one a light tease.
"Does that mean, if you get into our college, you'll fuck us in our lecture halls?" Vikki asked pinching her nipples.
"Oh, most definitely! I do wonder how..." Ira reached out cradling one their breasts in each his hands. Watching how they both bit their lower lips as his thumbs circled their areolas. "Just like how I remember," he said with a coy smirk.
"Ira," Bridgett said trying to steady her breath, "all you had to do was tell me and I would have shown you my tits, anytime, anywhere!"
"Oh yes!" Vikki agreed vehemently.
"I'll remember that for next time," Ira said removing his hands, allowing the girls to cover up, as he saw cars pulling into the parking lot.
"You here as guest this time, or entertainers again?" asked the thick red haired woman sitting behind the glass as they approached the ticket counter. Not that she was overly obese; it gave her body a very appealing prospect to Ira's eyes, and the woman knew it.
"Oh, we plan to put on a show Darsie!" Vikki said with a confident smile.
"Mmmhmm," Bridgett nodded, slipping her arm around Ira's waist.
"Oh? I thought you were... you know?" Darsie asked, giving Bridgett the once over.
"I am, but this cock...," Bridgett purred reaching down rubbing Ira's cock in front of her, "I just can't get enough of it!"
"Oh? Oh?!" Darsie's eyes widened as Vikki displayed Ira's length and girth with her hands to her. "Well..." Clearing her throat, feeling her cheeks heat as she pictured it in her mind. Looking over at the panel that displayed the private peep rooms that ran down the right wing of the theater, while the screening rooms were down the left wing, checking to see what was available... "Room four is open," she said while sliding the passcode for the door that lead to the service hall behind the private peep rooms. That way, should a customer get a little too creepy, the woman would be safe until the man could be properly handled. She slyly reached down, turning on the small monitor for room four; Darsie didn't want to miss this. She had to know what kind of cock would make a lesbian stray.
"See you in an hour or two!" Bridgett waved at Darsie as Vikki held the door open.
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Attention! Attention! Let's have a round of applause for the return of our two hottest ladies! But wait, what's this?! They brought a man, how strange... whatever could they be thinking?! To find out, you gents will just have to visit room four while these hot ladies are around
." Darsie's voice rang out over the intercom as Bridgett and Vikki led Ira by the hand towards the locked door.
"You can put your clothes in there," Bridgett said pointing to the locker on the left side of the door, "no one will bother them Ira," she said pulling up her shirt.
"How does this actually work?" Ira asked slipping out of his sneakers as he glanced at his sister and Vikki. Watching how they reached behind their backs, unclasping their bras.
"Focus Ira," Vikki said shooting him a seductive smile.
"You see those lights?" Bridgett asked pointing at the red light bulb overhead. A smile forming on her face as her brother's eyes glanced down at her tits, then looked at the bulb. "When we're ready, we flip a switch inside, letting Darsie know, then she will unlock the door on the other side, allowing customers into the viewing room. Use this to hide your face," she said handing Ira a Spartan inspired mask from the movie 300, "we wouldn't want people to know your fucking your sister," Bridgett cooed licking her lips as she saw how his underwear detailed his cock.
"So how are we going to do this, baby?" Vikki asked resting her arm on Bridgett's left shoulder as she watched as Ira tossed his underwear into the locker. "I want to get fucked in the ass today," she whispered into her ear.
"Then you go last," Bridgett said smirking at her girlfriend.
"I can wait!" Vikki said feeling her starfish quivering at the thought of feeling Ira's cock stuffing her ass. "You ready?" she asked looking at Ira as his semi-hard cock held her enthralled.
"Sure. You ready to beg me to never stop fucking you?" Ira asked with a coy smirk as he looked at Vikki. He already knew his sister wanted his cock. She had told him as much in their laundry room earlier that day.
"Ira... I never want to know the feeling of your cock never fucking this tight little thing," Vikki said patting her dance floor.
"Come," Bridgett said her finger beckoning her brother to enter as she opened the door.
The room was pretty bare, then again, it was only meant for one thing. Vikki dragged one of the chairs to the rear so she wouldn't intrude on Bridgett. A dark one-way see-through drape hung down in front of the glass, so they could see outwards, yet the men couldn't see into the booth until they slipped five tokens (ten dollars), into the coin slot, or more given how long they wanted to watch a single girl. Bridgett gently pushed her brother down into the chair. Pushing up his mask, leaning over, her lips softly pressed against his, knowing this would be the only time they could kiss due to the Spartan helm he wore for anonymity. Vikki quickly hurried to Ira's left side, her tongue lashing his, getting her own kiss in before the show started.
"We ready?" Vikki asked standing at the light switch seeing Bridgett nod that she was.
It wasn't a long wait until the door on the other side of the glass opened. Bridgett kept her smirk from showing when a man in his mid-fifties hurried inside. Shoving the tokens into the slot causing the door to lock.
"Oh? Is the gentleman eager to see a lesbian fuck a cock?" Bridgett asked her voice flowing over the speakers. Chuckling inward as the man fumbled with the phone as his other hand tried to unbuckle his belt at the same time.
"Fuck yes, I am," the man grunted as the curtain began to rise.
"Look at this pussy," Bridgett said bending over in front of the glass giving the man a very clear view of her cunt, "don't you wish you could stick that hard cock inside this tight, hot, wet pussy?" she asked running her fingers over her mound before giving it a light smack.
"I'd would tear that cunt up," the man growled as his hand pumped his cock.
"Oh? Would you? Would you slide that cock...?"
"Shit!" Bridgett heard him hiss, looking over her shoulder as his pants were covered in his cum.
"Poor dear, cumming so soon, all that wasted cum," Bridgett pouted as the curtain lowered once the man hit the coin return to get what money he could back.
"You're bad, making that man soil himself," Vikki giggled once the curtain was down and the speaker turned off. Yet, their wait wasn't long when a boy no older than Ira was came strolling in.
"Well, look who it is, I thought you could get the girls," Bridgett taunted flipping on the speakers causing Andrew to stop in his tracks. "Why don't you take a seat and see a woman fucking a cock that never will be yours, hmm?" Her chuckle followed after him as Andrew fled the room. Blowing her brother a kiss knowing how he disliked the boy. Looking back as Andrew stomped back in slamming ten tokens onto the counter. "Oh someone's confident in themselves. Can you last that long?"
"Shut up and show me that pussy," Andrew growled into the phone once he inserted all ten tokens.
Bridgett reached over stopping the curtain just high enough for Andrew to see her cunt. He didn't need to know it was her behind the glass.
"You want to see my pretty pussy?" Bridgett taunted.
"Damn right! Now get to it!" Andrew hissed pulling out his cock.
