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The Trinity, #2- 8
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DULL AND BORING INTRODUCTORY MESSAGE
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This is the eighth posting in a second series of stories, continuing the
history of the Trinity (Candy, Judy and Janie), and me, Tom.
Needless to say, this posting contains sexual activity between adult human
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STORY 14: "Now Showing at the Bijou" [1993]
They were tearing down the old Bijou Theater. Located downtown, the movie
palace had seen the best of times, and the worst of times. Built in the
late 40's, it was elegant in its time. Even in the sixties, it was
playing first-run movies to full houses. But by the mid-seventies, the
city decayed around the theater; and when they tried to rehab the
neighborhood by closing traffic off the street, making the whole street
into a pedestrian mall, the theater died. Even porno movies couldn't make
money.
So now the building was being cleared, along with the rest of the block,
to make way for a convention center.
I had grown up in a small town near the city; I remember my parents took
me into the city to see a movie at the Bijou, and I always since thought
of it as a grand palace. I started talking about my memories of the Bijou
with the girls; and bitched about the fate of the old theater.
Finally, I took the girls downtown to look at the old buildings before
demolition began, and waxed nostalgic for a while. We walked down the
length of the "pedestrian mall", looking at the closed storefronts and old
buildings, as I explained how this was once the heart of the city. This
used to be the main 'cruising' street during the fifties; cars would roll
slowly up and down the street, the radios blaring stations WAKY and WKLO
-- AM radio, of course -- call letters that are no longer on the air, at
least not in our city.
This store -- now a boarded-up hulk -- used to have animated window
displays at Christmastime. That store used to have an escalator that I
remember riding up and down for an hour before my mother located me.
There used to be an ice-cream counter in there...
Janie, Judy and Candy grew up in small towns in other states, but they
sensed the pain of my memories. Jennifer had grown up in a world of malls
and multi-plex theaters; she would never know the grandeur of the Bijou
and its sister theaters. We finally went back home, my mind in a blue
funk of nostalgia and depression.
The fog was lifting after a couple of days, and I began to become aware
that the girls were doing a lot of whispering behind my back. I tried not
to pay any attention, since those whisperings usually meant a pleasant
surprise for me. After a week, they proved me right.
When we had moved to the city and bought this house, one of the main
reasons was that it was big enough that if any of the four of us adults
wanted to be alone for a while, we could go off into one of the spare
rooms. This house was about three times bigger than the one we first
lived together in. It was located in an older area of the city; not
downtown, but not the suburban splat either. We have several spare rooms,
most of which are outfitted as bedrooms, but one is a studio for Judy's
artwork, and another is an office, where the Apple IIe computer is set up.
Over dinner, I kept catching the girls grinning at each other -- even
Jennifer, who just couldn't wipe a happy, guilty, I've-got-a-secret smile
from her face. When dinner was over, Jennifer got up and came over to me,
and said "Come on, Daddy, we have a surprise for you."
She took me my the hand and led me down the hall towards our
'conversation' room; a windowless room we had intended to use as a club
meeting room, but abandoned the plan when the sf club folded. The door
was closed. Judy, Janie and Candy were following behind us.
Jennifer led me right in front of the door. "Close your eyes, Daddy," she
said. I closed my eyes and heard the door open.
"Now look!" Jen said, excitedly.
I opened my eyes. I was not in our house any more. I was at the Bijou.
The girls had repainted the room, giving it a forced perspective. The
room looked much longer that it really was. There was an offset built
just inside the door, containing two movie posters. Judy had painted
murals on the walls to simulate the patterns on the walls of the Bijou,
right down to the light sconces. The far wall was painted to resemble
rows of seats leading down to a red velvet curtain. On the floor in front
of me were two rows of actual theater seats. I stepped into the room, and
looked up. In the ceiling were dots of glitter, simulating the starry
ceiling of the Bijou. I looked behind me. There was a little window
where a flickering light gave the impression of a projection room. To the
right of the doorway was a glass counter with a popcorn popper and stacks
of candy in boxes. To the left was a life-size cutout of an usherette,
with her finger to her lips, flashlight in hand.
"Like it, Daddy?" Jennifer asked.
Tears welled up in my eyes. "I love it," I said, choking on the words. I
gathered them all up in my arms, "I love it. I love you."
"Come on," Candy said, as she reached into her pocket, took out a remote
control, and pushed a button. "Take a seat. The picture's about to
start."
The lights started to dim, and we moved around and sat down in the back
row of seats. There were two rows of five seats. As I pushed the seat
bottom down, I looked up into Janie's smiling face. "Yes," she said,
"they are from the Bijou. There was a sale a couple of weeks ago, just
after you started talking about the Bijou. That's when Judy got the idea,
and Judy went and bought the seats, and drew the designs, and all of us
painted."
I was almost crying as the red curtains parted, and the television screen
behind it sprang to life. Janie put her head on my shoulder, and Jennifer
held my hand.
Candy had put together a videotape like an old-style movie program. There
were trailers for several classic films, a cartoon, a serial chapter (Buck
Rogers in the 25th Century), the "let's all go to the lobby" refreshment
stand advertisement, and finally one of our favorite films, "Star Wars".
We propped our feet up on the seats ahead of us, and we passed around the
popcorn and the Junior Mints and the Sno-Caps, and had a wonderful time at
the movies, without going to the movies.
All right, so there wasn't any sex in this story. Just remember, there
are some feelings that are as good as sex.
But it was a really good title... :)
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Story 15: "Movie Magic" [1993]
We began to use our "Bijou" quite a lot, not only for movie watching, but
much of our television viewing got moved into the room. Jennifer loves
having a couple of friends over to see movies at her theater, and she's
gotten to be an expert in programming the vcr and operating the popcorn
popper.
Candy's been teaching Jennifer about the vcr; she has a great interest in
video, and it was she who bought the camcorder, and she also has a video
editing machine, and is now talking about getting a macintosh so she can
do better graphics for her productions.
But in recent days, Candy had been spending some time holed up with her
video toys, coming out for meals and to go to work, but her spare time was
behind the closed door of her room.
She approached me one evening, saying she needed some help. I agreed, and
she led me into her bedroom, where she had her video equipment.
The camera was on a tripod, pointed at the bed. Candy closed the door.
"What do you have in mind?" I asked, thinking I knew the answer already.
But she surprised me. "I just need a few 'filler' shots, Tom," she
grinned. "Please take off your clothes."
Always willing to sacrifice for art's sake, I undressed.
"Now sit on the side of the bed."
I sat. Candy focused the camera, in a tight shot on my crotch.
"OK, great," she said.
I looked down. My cock was not even erect. "Don't you want a hard-on?"
"Eventually. This is what I need now." She left the camera running, and
stepped over to me, but stayed out of the camera frame.
She unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her breasts. "Look at me, Tom." She
lifted her tits, stroking over the nipples with her fingers. As she
stroked, the nipples erected. She licked her lips, then lifted one breast
as she lowered her head, and licked her own nipple. Then she treated the
other breast to the same treatment.
I felt a stirring in my crotch, as my cock started to rise.
"Don't move," she said, "and don't touch yourself..." She dropped her
breasts and moved her hands to the waistband of her skirt. She unbuttoned
her skirt, and it dropped to the floor. She wasn't wearing anything
underneath. She slipped her fingers through her pubic hair, and slipped
one finger into her slit.
With her standing almost naked in front of me, fingering herself, stroking
her breasts, I felt my cock rise to full erection, its hot, purple head
throbbing, wanting to be touched.
Candy moved back behind the camera and peered into the viewfinder.
"Yes... just what I needed." Candy turned off the camera. "Thanks, Tom."
She took off her blouse, and sat down at her editing equipment.
"That's it?" I asked.
"That's it." she said, putting a tape into her machine.
I stood up and stepped up to the chair behind her.
"Are you sure?" I asked.
She nodded her head. I reached down and turned her chair around. She was
looking down at her lap. My cock was pointed straight out, still erect
from her little show.
"The hell it is," I said, and I put my fingers under her chin and lifted
her head.
She was smiling. I'd been had.
She leaned forward, and placed her lips on the tip of my cock, then pushed
her head toward me, drawing my erection into her mouth and down her
throat.
Withdrawing, she didn't let the end of my cock out of her mouth, but then
took my full length down her throat again.
Candy held me in her throat as long as she could, then released me, leaned
back in her chair and smiled. I bent forward and kissed her lips, then I
dropped to my knees, kissing her throat and breasts, and lowering myself
to the floor, I kissed down past her navel to the furry patch below.
She shifted forward in the swivel chair, lifting her legs apart, opening
her pussy to me. I tickled her labia with the tip of my tongue, then
plunged my face deeply into her slit, pushing my tongue as deeply as I
could into her pussy.
"Sweetie," she said, "could we catch some of this on tape?"
I pulled back and looked up at her. She was serious. We moved over to
the edge of the bed, where she had focused the camera on my cock. I
turned on the recorder, and got a close-up view of her pussy, planning
where my head would be in the frame, then locked down the tripod.
I moved back between Candy's legs, and conscious of the camera's view,
began tickling her clit and labia with the tip of my tongue, allowing the
camera to have a view of her pussy while I worked. I slipped my fingers
between her nether-lips, pushing them in and out of her pussy while my
tongue just brushed over her clit.
The camera, I was sure, was picking up the flow of juices from her cunt,
as Candy began to quiver in anticipation. She grabbed my head, and pulled
it closer into her crotch. She wrapped her legs around my shoulders, and
pressed me to her as she climaxed; her clit throbbing under my tongue.
She released me so that I could breathe, and whispered, "Get into the bed.
I'll reset the camera."
I climbed into the bed as she slid over behind the camera.
"Roll over on your back," she grinned at me.
I did, and looked over at her. It looked like she had a tight focus on my
cock. I glanced down, and saw that it was jerking with my heartbeat.
Candy giggled, and said, "Ok, now pulling back for a full shot. Just look
up."
I followed her instructions, and she quickly locked down the camera, and
climbed onto the bed and me.
She straddled my hips, and lowered herself onto my shaft. She leaned
forward, as I took her tits in my hands. She whispered, "Tell me when
you're about to come."
It didn't take long. Candy moved herself up and down my cock a few times,
and I said, "Slow down. I'm almost there..."
She stopped her movements and sat up, squeezing my cock inside her pussy.
Then she slipped off of me, and went back to the camera. She moved it
around to the foot of the bed, and brought it into tight frame on my
erection.
Then she came back to me, and remounted my cock, leaning forward so that
the camera got a good view of my cock sliding into her pussy, and her pink
rosebud anus winking above. She whispered in my ear, "When you are about
to come, pull out so we get a cum-shot like the ones in the porno flicks."
"You never liked those shots, remember?" I grinned up at her. "Something
about greasing your car...?"
"Shhhh...."
She worked herself up and down my shaft in a rocking motion, and I got to
the brink again. "Now," I gasped, and she lifted herself up and forward,
my cock popping out of her pussy, and resting in the crack of her ass.
I spurted semen, the first spurt landing in the small of her back, the
second, not as powerful, just got to the top of her ass. The next spurts
just oozed out, covering her asshole.
"Thanks, Sweetie," she whispered, smiling.
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Story 16: "Saturday Night at the Movies" [1993]
Candy announced that tonight was the premiere of her masterwork, the
project she had been working on for the past several weeks. Jennifer was
spending the night at Becky's again, and it was an ideal time for Candy to
show us her pet project.
After dinner, we moved into the Bijou, and settled into the theater seats.
Candy manipulated her remote: the lights dimmed, the curtain moved back to
reveal the television screen, the screen came to life.
The opening was very impressive. Candy had used the video overlay card in
our Apple to produce a clever "Twentieth Candy Fox" logo, then shifted to
a parody of the MGM logo, in which an extreme closeup of Candy's pussy
roared.
Then the feature started. Candy had clipped bits and pieces of our home
movies and feature films (both regular and xxx varieties) into an
entertaining and exciting blend.
I saw myself fucking Raquel Welch in "Fantastic Voyage", and Candy took on
Gort the Robot from "The Day the Earth Stood Still". Judy made it with
Leslie Nielson in "Forbidden Planet". Janie had a close encounter with
the Scarecrow in "The Wizard of Oz".
Then there was a sequence that depicted an orgy that never was,
intercutting some of our ambitious activities with Veronica and Val a
couple of years back, with some xxx cuts from the fuckflicks.
The last sequence was an intercutting montage involving Star Trek
characters, where Judy took on Capain Picard, Candy took on Captain Kirk,
and Janie got hold of Commander Riker, all of whom, strangely enough, had
my cock. I watched myself involved with Counselor Troi (who proved to
have Judy's tits and Candy's ass...) then with Lt. Yar, who had Janie's
body.
Now I knew why Candy had collected all those "body" shots without showing
faces.
We stood and applauded as the film ended, with a reverse-action tape of
the shot I described in the last story: my cock moved from full, throbbing
erection down to its flaccid state...
Candy stood, and did a little curtsy.
Janie reached over and checked the state of my arousal. "That really
turned you on, didn't it, Honey?" she whispered.
"Quite a show."
She kissed my ear, her tongue darting out momentarily to probe my ear
canal.
Judy was watching interestedly. "You think we should try for an encore?"
We filed out of the theater in a close bunch, Candy turning off the
equipment and lights with her remote. We headed for our King-size bed,
undressing quickly, and cuddling under a sheet. Hands and fingers were
moving over bodies, finding tickle spots and sensitive areas.
We shifted positions, until I found my face tucked in Judy's crotch, my
tongue dancing over her labia and clit.
Judy's face was buried in Janie's pussy, and Janie's was in Candy's and
Candy was making a lollipop of my cock.
After a few minutes of groaning and gasping, Candy said "End Swap!" and we
turned around in place... I was now eating Candy, Candy had Janie, Janie
did Judy, and Judy did me.
You could feel the vibrations in the air; there was an electrical charge
to the room. If we could harness the power, we could light the house for
a week...
Candy started the orgasmic chain, and her legs squeezed against my ears.
Then -- from the sound of it, since my mouth was still busy and my face
still in Candy's crotch -- Judy let go, and Janie was not far behind. I
was last, partly because when Judy started to orgasm, she let go of my
cock.
Judy crawled up my body, and slipped my sword into her sheath, and still
breathless from her orgasm, began using her yoga trick. Her pussy milked
my cock, almost literally swallowing it, until I arched my back, pushing
as deeply into her as possible, popping my load into the deepest recesses
of her cunt.
We snuggled up together in the bed and slept.
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