Strong Sexual Content (Not a warning, an advertisement)

One was blonde, the other black haired, hand in hand, already naked, no strip to the numbers here. The blonde was lithe and slender, tall, the brunette shorter and curvy with swelling hips and a round ass. The brunette with ample breasts, the blonde smaller but perfectly shaped with small pink nipples. With no further adieu they began kissing, arms wrapped around each other. The blonde looked Western, the dark haired one had a more Mideastern look, darker skin contrasted with the milky paleness of the fair skinned one. They sat on something that was a cross between a bed and a sofa, no back but overstuffed arms. Still kissing, hands moving now, to breasts, hips. The blonde kissed her way down the other girl's body, hair splayed over her breasts as she stopped to kiss, lick, and suck. The crowd was hushed, the theatre was small, the seats comfortable. There was a blonde blue eyed young aryan couple next to me in jeans with that backpack across Europe look about them. Poster children for the aryan nation. Her leg was inches from mine and I'm not sure she was breathing, or blinking. The blonde was at her belly now and she was ass in the air licking her way down. She spent time at the girl's hips, again hair splayed and she would toss it to the side occasionally so you could see her mouth and where it was, what it was kissing and licking. But I lost track of her face when she buried it between the brunette's legs and the first sound I heard was a low moan escaping the pursed lips of the girl who was being licked up and down. That and the intake of breath from the girl next to me. The seats were comfortable, the room dark with soft low lighting trained on the participants. Her long blonde hair was falling on belly and thighs and a hank of it was tangled in the dark girls fingers. Her fingers would open and close in a fist and her hips were moving up into that fair licking face. I don't know if she really came or not but to us she did and why wouldn't she with that tongue buried inside her, then lapping at her clit. The blonde's hands were under her ass now, lifting her to her face and mouth. The blonde lifted her face, it was wet, the girl next to me took another breath and her leg was as close to touching mine without as it could be. Her boyfriend was watching her watch them and smiling. She was sitting completely still but moving and trust me, that's possible.

The blonde sat up, turned, and leaned over the fat round arm of the sofa, ass in the air again, arms dangling over the side along with her hair. The dark girl got on her knees behind her and from some hidden magic place produced a bright red dildo and started rubbing it on her ass. The blonde's ass arched. The lower the dildo, the higher the arch to her ass. She teased her with it, down the cleft of her ass until she found the lips of her pussy and made circles with the head of it before sliding it in. Another moan, not as low this time, and more stopped breathing from my now figity seatmate. Her leg was touching mine now but I don't think she was as aware of it as I was. The red of the dildo would appear, disappear, appear again. The brunette's other hand was moving up and down the blonde's back, ass, and thighs. Her head was hanging down over the arm and her hair was touching the floor. The brunete turned onto her back and slid her head and face between the blonde's legs, still working the dildo in and out of her. She positioned herself so that her mouth was just under the dildo and her hand and there was another moan. It might have been mine. I could smell sex and I'm not sure if it was wafting from the stage or rising like steam from the girl next to me. I didn't care, I just opened my nose and inhaled. She was licking the blonde now, still fucking her and she had one leg bent at the knee with her foot flat on the floor and the other stretched out the length of the sofa. She pushed the dildo in til it disappeared again, left it buried, and put both of her hands on the blonde's ass. The blonde was moving her hips, fucking her mouth. The dildo would expel part of the way with her movements and the brunette would always push it back in while she worked her clit. More cum, I gotta believe this one was real for sure, it was loud. The girl next to me had her hand on her boyfriend's thigh and she was gripping. She wasn't moving her leg against mine but she wasn't moving it away. My partner was making stoned noises with his breathing and I was lost in the reverie of excitement. After she came the blonde lifted herself, slid back on her knees and straddled the brunette, let her hair fall into the brunette's face and lowered her lips and kissed her and licked at her wet cheeks. She stood and held out her hand which the brunette took, pulled her to standing and they did a naked little bow of the head acknowledging the audience and I thought there would be applause but there wasn't, just a collective sigh.

A tall black man who had the look of an African prince, that round shiny African face, carried a robe to the brunette, draped it over her shoulders, and she walked offstage. The blonde sat with her legs drawn up under her watching another man, this one another one of those blue eyed blondes but much smaller than the black man, walk on stage. His robe was black compared to the multi bright colors of the black man's. She rose to standing, positioned herself between them, fumbled with the ties of their robes, opened them, then sat. She was working them with her hands, I felt a little more pressure against my leg and when she mouthed her way back and forth from one to the other I heard an audible moan and a sharp intake of breath and I turned and just slightly nodded my wistful appreciation to the blue eyed boy who was going to be a most fortunate one later in the evening. When I turned back to the stage the blonde was using both hands and her mouth and was just sliding off the sofa to her knees. My partner leaned over, whispered, man, this is certainly worth the thirty bucks, you think she's gonna fuck both of them? I gave him my like I'm the fucking sexual choreographer here look and reached into my pocket, extracted my last little rocket, fired it, and handed it to little Greta, me being all about going Dutch and all. Her hand was as moist and warm as I knew the rest of her was.