Wanda Goes Black at the Porn Theater

Long before anyone invented the acronym FWB, Wanda and I were exactly that. We simply called one another fuck-buddies and it was an arrangement that worked well for both of us. Many people we knew assumed we were a couple. And we were – sort of. Much in the same way that a couple of alley cats who sleep under the same tarp most nights are a couple. We did set up house together for a while. Nearly a year, in fact. But even then we both had our own places to retreat to whenever it might have been convenient, and there was no pretense of sexual fidelity. Ours was an open, complicated, relationship. Frankly, for us, it was pretty simple. We liked each other, got along very well and we both loved to fuck. We just never expected the other one to restrict said fucking to our bed.

The great thing about a fuck-buddy like Wanda is that they are excellent co-conspirators. As a result, they can help you arrange things that might not otherwise be possible. For instance, Wanda wanted to rob not one, but two, young men of their manhood at the same time. It wasn’t that hard for me to find willing volunteers for her. Likewise, I long ago checked that “threesome with two sisters” fantasy off my bucket list, thanks to Wanda. So when she told me one night that she wanted nothing but black guys in a semi-public setting, I knew that I would be escorting her to the porn theater.

Wanda would have looked good in a burka, but that night she looked especially hot when she walked into the living room. She was wearing a black trench coat; the kind with the belt at the waist. But unlike most trench coats, this one looked like it was made out of vinyl and it was short. Very short. Wanda’s best feature, in my humble opinion, was her ass, and this thing just barely covered it. She wore fishnet hose and spiked black heels to finish out the look. Her curly brunette hair framed her face – which seemed to be made up a bit more than usual – very nicely.

“How do I look?” she asked, as though she needed me to tell her.

“Like you’ve lost your lamp post,” I teased.

“Damn,” she said, “I wasn’t trying to look cheap. I wanted to look FREE!!

I assured her that the guys at the theater would have no trouble understanding her intentions, and with that, we were out the door.

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We walked into the back of our usual porn theater; a downtown movie house converted into a smut palace by an owner who undoubtedly bought it a deep discount when all the malls set up on the edge of city, leaving downtown deserted and sketchy. It had one long aisle right down the middle of the room, leading up to the big screen. As I followed Wanda down that aisle, watching her ass sway and peek from under that coat, I could feel the eyes of the men in the room turn toward her as she approached, then I could hear their quiet groans of approval as she passed each row, finally settling into a seat on the right side. It was no coincidence that she picked the only spot in the theater that was under a light. Wanda liked putting on a show. Because it was brighter, there were no other patrons in the area. At least not at first. The gallery moved in quickly, just as you might suspect.

Wanda chose the third seat off the aisle. I sat to her left, leaving one chair between me and the aisle. She normally wasn’t one to waste much time, or to spend a lot of effort on the “tease” before getting down to the main course. Tonight, however, she seemed a bit more hesitant. She sat still for a while, watching the movie. The boys, of course, would get bored, one by one, and move on. Others were always ready to take her place. We had discussed how she wanted to play it before we had ever come in, and she indicated that I should just enjoy the show, letting her whims take the lead. I was only too happy to comply.

We had been there for about a half an hour when Wanda decided that she saw something that she liked. He was tall, lean and black. He dropped into the seat directly in front of me when another patron got bored and gave up. Wanda smiled when he sat down and he flashed a smile at her, then looked down at her long, stocking-covered legs. Up until that point they had been crossed. But when she saw him looking, she put both feet on the floor, and began to slowly open her legs; not too wide, just enough for him to know that she was happy that he took notice. He cautiously reached back and stroked her knee. His was the first hand that she hadn’t rebuffed all night.

He tried to reach further up her leg, but rather than sliding down in her seat to give him better access, Wanda actually sat up and leaned forward a bit. She wanted to see what was in his pants. It took him only a minute to pull it out for her inspection. She apparently liked what she saw, because she moved back into her seat, patting the chair to her right.

He was tall enough to simply step over the seats and gracefully drop into the chair. He kissed Wanda on the cheek, then reached over her to shake my hand, introducing himself as "Daniel". He was polite, well-dressed and generally unlike most guys who chase couples in porn theaters. Wanda wanted no part of small talk. She instantly reached for his lap, pulling his cock back out. She smiled at me as she established a rhythm on his shaft, and his cock responded to her very quickly. His tool was built a lot like him, long and lean. I watched as she stroked him. At one point she used both hands on him and when she bottomed out there were about two inches of dick exposed.

As you might imagine, the boys began to move closer, filling the rows in front and behind us. A couple were even standing in the aisle, over my shoulder. Wanda noticed one of them, and smiled again. “Should I move?” I asked. She just nodded, and continued to stare over my shoulder. It was clear that my presence would no longer be necessary for Wanda to fulfill her fantasy. I stood and moved to the aisle, offering her prey my seat and then sat to his left, right on the aisle. A minute later, she had a black cock in each hand and her coat was open. Both men were playing with her tits and pussy as she jerked them off.

I watched as she leaned to her right, taking the first guy in her mouth. Then she leaned left, giving equal time to the other. He wasn’t as long, but he was equipped well-enough. After a little whispering, the first guy stepped over his seat, placing himself in the row behind us, standing directly behind Wanda. She leaned over to me, gestured to the guy between us, and told me to give him a rubber. Maybe my presence was necessary after all.

Wanda spun around on her knees, taking Daniel in her mouth again. When she saw another black guy sitting on that row, she reached for him. He stood next to Daniel getting a hand job that he probably never expected when he came to the porn theater that night.

When the second guy suited up, he stepped up behind her, working his cock into her tight, wet hole. She began to cum on his third stroke. He fucked her hard, fast and like a man on a mission. He came within a minute, but that was probably thirty seconds after she did. While he was unloading, Daniel was pulling a condom out of his pocket getting ready to step back over those seats and assault Wanda’s waiting ass.

He took longer than the first guy. A lot longer. He banged her from behind as she did her best to continue sucking the cock of her third victim. Eventually, Daniel sat down and Wanda eased down his shaft, facing the screen, letting everyone in front of her watch the show. At times she would lean back, letting the solitary overhead light spill down her chest and illuminate her sex, sliding up and down on her new black friend.

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The guy from the row behind made his way to Wanda’s row, standing in front of her, fucking her mouth. The crowd formed a tight circle. Various men reached in and squeezed a tit or rubbed her thigh, but the only ones that got any attention from her were black. When Daniel lost his load, she was alternately blowing three of them. As his spasms subsided, two of the men launched on her chest and the third asked if he could fuck her.

“In a minute. I need a break,” she gasped. “My thighs are killing me!” The group laughed, recognizing that she had been giving her quads quite a workout.

I asked the boys to back away for a bit, which they did. Wanda decided that it was time for a walk so we wandered out to the lobby and she went to the ladies room. Daniel and one of the other black guys followed us out and hung around for a few minutes to thank me and to chat. As they did, another black guy entered the building that they knew. They called him over and introductions were exchanged just about the time that Wanda reappeared from the ladies room.

“Baby,” Daniel said, “this is a man you need to get to know.”

Wanda raised an eyebrow. “Really.”

“Oh yeah. I’m pretty sure he has what you want.”

Never being a shy one, Wanda reached straight for the new guy’s crotch. “Oh my God! What the hell do you have in there?”

The three men laughed at Wanda’s surprise and soon we were headed back into the theater. We went all the way to the front row so that everybody would have plenty of room. Wanda didn’t even bother taking a chair. She just squatted in front of the newcomer. Without getting into numbers, let’s just say he fulfilled the stereotype in every way. Not only was he long, but he was so thick that even gifted Wanda couldn’t get much of him into her mouth.

Soon her coat was gone and she was sitting in a front row seat, the newcomer now using his oral skills on her. As he did, Wanda continued to play with three or four other black cocks, sometimes stroking, sometimes sucking. Over the next hour she fucked the guy she had put off and two others before the newcomer finally leveled his cock and aimed for her pussy. We all watched her squirm as he worked into her snatch, inch by growing inch.

Once it was in, her pussy adapted to its size and soon he was banging her hard. She made surprisingly little noise, even though her mouth was wide open and she was nearly gasping with every breath. Later, she told me that she felt she came nearly every time he thrust it in. He on the other hand was very vocal, letting the room know how hot and wet her tight, white pussy was. When he came, he pulled off his cover and launched on her belly and tits, signaling the finale of a very impressive show.

We exchanged numbers and got together with him again a couple of other times, including a return trip to that same theater with both him and a lady friend. But we’ll leave that for another day.