Chapter 6
Of course, once I was out, and free from the spell of orgasm, I was happy to be released. Especially when Rev. Worthington told me that the police now understood completely what had happened, and had agreed to cooperate with us in our crusade against obscenity and illicit sex.
"They're willing to give the Committee for Decency that I've formed a free hand," the reverend informed me. "That means from now on we'll have the right to review all publications and movies that come into the area. If we don't feel they're suitable, the police will attempt to prosecute."
"Fantastic. When do we start?"
"I've scheduled a meeting for next Tuesday," he said.
"What's the agenda?"
"We're going to meet at the church and then we're all going to the Fine Arts Theater. As you know, they've started showing X-rated movies there."
"I can hardly wait," I said.
That next Tuesday there were seven of us seated in the balcony of the Fine Arts. Just before the picture started, I turned toward Jennifer Warren, who was seated to my right, and asked her if she had any idea what she would be seeing.
"The last time I was in this theater," she told me, "I brought the kids to see a Disney movie. I don't understand why they changed their policy."
"How many people were here that day?" I asked.
"Oh, maybe two or three dozen."
"There's your answer," I pointed out. "Just take a look around us."
The place, of course, was packed. And not for "The Shaggy D.A.," or "Mary Poppins."
The double-bill today at the Fine Arts was "Deep Throat," and "Teenage Sex Fantasies."
"I see your point," Jennifer said just as the screen lit up. Our conversation ended as we watched the first scene of "Deep Throat."
After the brief credits, the movie got right down to business. The actress who was apparently the infamous Linda Lovelace came home to find her roommate having her cunt eaten out by a handyman. The camera was unrelenting in its tight close-up.
The magnitude of the theater screen made what was happening before our eyes overpowering. The tongue that was dipping into the actress's spread pussy was probably ten feet long. When the juice started to pour from between her thighs, her snatch resembled Niagra Falls.
"I don't believe this," Rev. Worthington, who was seated to my left, said. "Mrs. Edwards, this makes that magazine you showed me look tame."
"Yes, it is mind-boggling, isn't it," I agreed.
I looked over to my right to see how Jennifer was reacting. Quickly I could see there was no point in talking to her right now because she wouldn't have been able to answer. Words could not have penetrated the agitated choking that was emitting from her gaping mouth.
The movie progressed. After a few minutes we were the witnesses to a full-blown sex orgy.
Collective gasps greeted the sight of Linda Lovelace being pronged in the ass by an immense hard-on. But that was nothing compared to the response when she took a coke-filled glass container up her pussy and her partner drank from it through a tube.
"This is sick," Jennifer was finally able to speak. "I don't know if I can stand to see any more of this."
"Just sit tight," I grimly said. "I'm sure we haven't seen anything yet."
Cock-sucking filled the screen ... always inevitably followed by a torrent of cum. It was so overpowering a spectacle that the theater seemed to be dripping with semen.
"Now how do you like it?" I leaned over and asked Jennifer.
Her response was an incoherent series of sharp grunts. It was apparent that the sordid reality of "Deep Throat" was blowing her mind.
I could hardly blame her. This was about as far away from Disney as you could get.
When Jennifer's agitation became more and more marked, I reached over to calm her down. However, when I reached into her lap for her hand, I got the surprise of my life.
Instead of trembling fingers I found myself gripping bare thigh. Immediately it registered with me that Jennifer's skirt had somehow pulled up practically to her waist.
Overwhelmed with curiosity, I moved my fingers further and further up her perspiring flanks. When I finally located her hand it was soaking wet.
At first I assumed the moisture was sweat. But then I quickly realized that no sweat was ever that sticky. And, besides, where were the rest of her fingers? Beyond the middle knuckle they seemed to be missing.
Then the curly hair scratched me and I immediately had the answer. Her fingers were inside her cunt!
She'd pushed the crotch of her panties out of the way and was reaming herself out. Her pussy was so damp it was dripping all over the seat.
My shock was tempered with sympathy. After all, I wasn't exactly an innocent when it came to falling prey to the insidious influence of hard-core pornography. This vile stuff could temporarily corrupt anybody.
To let Jennifer know that I understood, I closed my hand over hers and whispered in her ear, "I know what you're doing, and, believe me, you have nothing to be ashamed of. Trust me and I'll help you through it."
"God, thanks," she whispered back in a quivering voice. "You don't know how awful I feel, but I just can't stop."
"Is there anything I can do?" I offered my assistance.
"Yes," she rasped hotly.
"Just name it."
"Help me come," she gasped throatily. "I'm sure if I have an orgasm I'll be all right."
It was an unusual request, but under the circumstances I was up to it. I knew, if anybody did, the demands this smut could place on the most decent individual.
"Where's your clitoris?" I asked. "I'll tickle you off while you're finger-fucking yourself and you'll be okay before you know it."
"It's just above my thumb," she said without hesitation. "You can't miss it. It feels as big as a nail."
Slipping my fingers into her saturated panties, I found it immediately. She hadn't been exaggerating.
I couldn't believe that a woman's clit could become so erect. I'd thought the redheaded policewoman's at the Ramada Inn was huge, but Jennifer's dwarfed that specimen. Fondling it was like playing with a miniature hard-on.
"Mmmmmmm," she moaned as I tweaked her fat joy-button, "that's it. You're doing it just right. Keep on rubbing."
Paying no attention to the movie, I devoted all my attention to my friend's agitated pussy.
Working her clit like an expert, I pinched it between my fingers and squeezed it to a fare-thee-well. The more I did so, the more cream flowed out of the mouth of her spasming twat.
Then, abruptly, my concentration was shattered. Not, however, by anything happening on the screen, but by the person on the other side of me.
"Rev. Worthington, is there something wrong?" I turned to my left and asked in a whisper.
"This movie is more than I bargained for," he admitted in a rasp.
"What do you mean?"
Instead of answering with words, he grabbed my free hand and thrust it into his lap. My fingers stiffened from the immediate shock, and then slowly wrapped around his throbbing hard-on.
His cock was completely out of his pants, and standing straight up in the air!
"What do you want me to do?" I hissed to him under my breath.
"Jack me off," he pleaded. "I'll never be able to leave this theater without embarrassing myself unless I come."
I could see what he meant. If the rest of the ladies saw him walking out of the movie with an enormous tell-tale bulge in his trousers, they'd immediately label him as a hypocrite. Not only might his career as a minister be ruined, the effectiveness of the Committee for Decency would probably be ended before it even started.
The situation was clear. In order to save both Rev. Worthington's career, and the Committee, I had no choice but to give him a hand-job while I was simultaneously fingering Jennifer's clit.
Both of my hands went to work. On the left, the several inches of Rev. Worthington's familiarly thick cock throbbed in the grip of my stroking fingers. On the right, Jennifer's pussy was becoming hotter and swampier by the second.
Caught in the middle, I inevitably began to become aware of my own reaction to the bizarre ramifications of this field trip. Maybe I'd been able to resist "Deep Throat" itself, but I wasn't able to resist what it was doing to the spectators on either side of me.
A cock in one hand, and a wet pussy gushing against the other, was more than my objectivity could endure. When I started to squirm in my seat I realized it wasn't because the upholstery was hard.
"Oh, my pussy," I whispered to myself.
"What's the matter?" both Jennifer and Rev. Worthington overheard me and asked in unison.
"It's soaking wet," I admitted. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to help me like I'm helping you."
They were both more than equal to the task. A hand from the left and one from the right immediately shot into my lap. Then, clawing in tandem, they pushed insistently up between my opening thighs.
Ten fingers seized the sopping crotch of my panties and tore them to shreds. Instead of being covered with clinging fabric, my cunt was abruptly smothered with wriggling digits.
I don't know whose hand slipped inside the mouth of my pussy, and whose began rubbing my clit-I'm just glad it happened. The combination of so much action at my wet crotch, and a cock and pussy in either hand, made "Deep Throat" seem like it was showing in the next town.
Rubbing each other frantically, we filled the air with our uncontrollable wheezing. Only the interest of the rest of the Committee in the movie saved us from being detected.
Oblivious to the surroundings, I became hornier and hornier. I yearned to escalate the action. Inevitably, the obvious course of action occurred to my fevered brain.
"Jennifer," I whispered, "how would you like to suck some cock while I'm playing with your pussy?"
"I'd adore it," she gushed enthusiastically.
"Then lean over this way."
As she did so, I pulled the reverend's stiff tool toward my lap. Before he could inquire what in the world I was doing, Jennifer's lips were closing over his cockhead and he needed no verbal explanation.
As her mouth gobbled inch after inch of his prick, I dropped my left hand to his balls. Of course they were churning. When he finally came Jennifer would get the thrill of her life.
In the meantime, the fingers of my right hand had spread to get themselves a little bit more cunt. No longer satisfied with just her clit, I probed toward the frothing gash of Jennifer's twat. There was no reason why her fingers couldn't [text missing in actual pocketbook]
The instant she felt my presence, Jennifer locked her fingers into mine. Creating a shared fist, we whammed together toward the furthest depths of her fuck-hole. The spasming our thrust created was intense.
Then, with perfect timing, Jennifer's and Rev. Worthington's combined fingers copied the same action in my cunt. I moaned deliriously as they fist-fucked me to the cervix ... and then beyond. I swore I could feel their knuckles scraping the interior of my womb.
All the while, of course, Jennifer was furiously sucking cock. I could tell from her suctioning noises that she was using her oral cavity just like a pussy. She loved being fucked in the mouth, and proved it with every deep slurp.
When Rev. Worthington's nuts slammed together and pulled practically up inside his body, I knew he was on the verge of coming. I was thrilled for Jennifer that she was finally going to get a mouthful of hot jizz after all the agony she'd gone through.
"Glub," I heard her gurgle. At last, he was coming in her mouth.
Even though I was happy for her, the instant the evidence of his jizz splattering down her throat hit my ears I became envious. For the first time it occurred to me that I was as undoubtedly thirsty for fresh sperm as my friend Jennifer.
If I didn't do something quickly she'd swallow every drop of precious ministerial spunk. I was pleased to have been the catalyst for Jennifer having her mouth so divinely fucked by the reverend's delicious cock, but I didn't see why she had to hog all of his sweet cum in the bargain.
Taking a hold of the root of Rev. Worthington's prick with one hand, I brought the other up to the back of Jennifer's head and grabbed her long brown hair. Then, with a sudden tug, I yanked the two mouth-fuckers apart.
To my dismay, the reverend's cock, while still fairly stiff, had been lapped clean. The only moisture gracing its throbbing head was Jennifer's saliva.
However, when I turned my attention to Jennifer's face, I saw that all was not lost. Her chin was a dripping mess from all the excess cream drooling from her open lips. In other words, there was still plenty of cum inside her mouth.
If I wanted it, there was only one way to get it. Letting go of Rev. Worthington's prick, I brought both hands to Jennifer's head and framed her face with them. Turning her toward me, I pulled her mouth to mine. My lips covered hers. My tongue stiffened and shot down her throat.
We shared a long, deep soul-kiss.
The perfect device to ferry glob after glob of the fresh cum that swamped her mouth into mine. The sensation was blessed.
When I had drunk my fill, the kiss ended. Jennifer and I parted and fell back in our seats. There, along with the exhausted Rev. Worthington, and the rest of the Committee, we sat silently through the rest of the movie.
I don't know about anybody else, but after all I'd been through in the balcony, the highly-touted "Deep Throat" was a crashing bore. Jennifer had to wake me up before we all left.