Trick or Treat, a Halloween Quickie - part two

They rolled into the cinema laughing and giggling, holding on to each other. The place was not exactly rocking, but it was fine with them. They would provide all the rocking and the rolling they needed.
Angela let go of the she-devil’s waist and sashayed to the ticket booth. “There’s six of us,” she said, leaning her elbows on the counter and resting her tits on her forearms.
The woman stared at her heavily made-up face and at her razor blade earrings and printed six tickets. Her eyes kept going to Angela’s nipples, covered in black tape Xs, perfectly visible through her mesh top.
Meanwhile, Julia went to the refreshment counter with Maisha in tow, and ordered three big cokes. She leaned on the counter, flashing her boobs at the usherette. The girl ogled her, blushing, and then she did a double take when Julia crushed a handful of pills and dropped them into the bucket-like paper cups, and then winked at her. Julia picked up two of the cups and Maisha picked the other, and the usherette watched them walk, hips swaying, to where Stella was dry-humping Tim against the wall, their tongues locked into a wet kiss.
The group reunited and they entered the theater.

The room was almost deserted, and smelled like a wet  carpet. On screen, two guys were hiking under the rain.
The she-devil looked around and pointed a finger, eyes sparkling. “Look,” she cooed. “Nerds!”
There were two guys, sitting in the front row, staring at the screen and munching on pop corns. The woman in red grasped Angela by the wrist and dragged her there. “Now we’ll have some fun!”

The others followed, giggling and laughing.

The two guys were in their late teens, or maybe an underdeveloped twenty. Glasses, Doctor Who and Texas Chainsaw Massacre tees respectively, they looked in bewilderment at the two women suddenly standing in front of them. One encased in a red sequin dress and sporting horns on her forehead, the other a punk chick in fishnets and black tape tassels, they were not what they had been expecting.
“Hi, boys!” the she-devil smiled, bending forward to allow the guys a good look at her tits. “My name is Lilith and this is my friend Angie.”
Angela winked and put her hands on her hips.
“I was wondering if you guys could help us.”
One of the guys was leaning on the side, to keep gazing at the screen, but the other cleared his voice and “How could we help you?” he asked in a shaky voice.
Lilith’s smile widened.
“You see,” she said in a hushed tone, bending some more, “me and Angie, here, we are starving for some cock, and we thought you guys might like to cum in our mouths.”
All the revelers laughed and giggled. The two guys looked at each other, but already Angela was unzipping the jeans of the Doctor Who guy.
“We could have a race,” she said, kneeling in front of him. Lilith was tugging at the belt buckle of the Massacre kid. “Yeah,” she said, kneeling on the floor in turn. “See which one lasts longer.”
Angela grinned. “First that comes loses.”
The guys were speechless, but their cocks made it perfectly clear that they liked the idea.
“Let’s do it too!” Stella said, pulling Tim along and pushing him in a chair next to the kids. He laughed, and rocked his hips, showing off the bulge in his leather pants. Stella was working his zipper when Maisha shouldered her out of the way with a grin. “Let me handle this, sweetheart.”
Stella pouted as Maisha went down on all fours, and meowled as she undid Tim’s pants. His massive tool sprang out like a spring-loaded toy, a golden ring piercing the tip, and the two guys stared at it in awe. From behind them, Julia leaned over, her tits brushing their faces, and she placed the two cups of spiked coke in their hands. “Suck on this, boys,” she said with a chuckle. Her violet hair spilled over their shoulders. “It will help you hold it up.”
There was a wolf howling through the sound system.
“That’s our cue, girls!” Lilith said, and she fell on her toy boy’s cock with a growl. Angela and Maisha did the same, heads bouncing, lips leaving dark smears along the slick shafts of the guys.
The two kids gasped, and kept sucking on their straws, while Tim leaned back, his head resting on Julia’s tits as she leaned on the back of his chair. Only Stella stood aside, still pouting.
Lilith placed a hand at the base of Massacre Kid’s prick, and gently fondled his balls. He chuckled, let the half-empty coke cup fall to the ground, and rocked his hips in time. Not to be undone, Angela increased her rhythm while holding Doctor Who cock in one hand, feeling it throb. Only Maisha was taking her time, well aware that Tim could last her for hours.
Julia giggled as Tim grabbed her Hogwarts alumni tie and pulled her closer. She gestured for Stella to join her.
The guys were getting all worked up, moaning and laughing. Massacre had his hand on Lilith’s head, helping her keep the tempo, while Doctor Who was holding the armrests of his chair like he thought Angela’s sucking could send him in orbit.
Maisha had placed both hands on Tim’s thighs, and was busy licking the length of his shaft. He was leaning back, his tongue intertwined with Julia’s, his head squeezed between her boobs. Stella was standing behind Julia, and gently fondling her nipples.
There was the sound of steps fast approaching, and then the usherette shone her light on the scene, and gasped.
She was the same that had poured the drinks for Julia.
“Turn that thing off,” Stella growled, squinting, “or I’ll stick that fucking flashlight up your ass.”
The usherette grinned and handed her the flashlight. “That would be fun,” she said, undoing the gold buttons on her tunic. “Let’s!”
Stella smiled and let go of Julia’s nipples as the red-headed usherette pushed her tongue between her lips and grabbed her ass. They staggered into a seat.
On the screen, the surviving hiker woke up after the werewolf attack.
The Doctor came with a loud gasp, filling Lilith’s mouth with cum. She threw back her head and swallowed his load just as Massacre sprayed Angela’s face and hair with his juice. By their side, Tim continued sucking on his sister’s tongue while Maisha worked his cock between her huge tits, rocking up and down.
The usherette let out a high cry as Stella pushed the flashlight in her ass. The cone of light slashed the darkness of the cinema as she bent down. Stella’s leather mini dropped to the floor and she sat back, her legs spread wide. The usherette hummed, and pushed her tongue deep inside her. The light on the ceiling started bobbing.
Angela ran a hand through her hair and sucked on her index finger. “What about a nice fuck, now?” she asked Massacre.
He stared at her with pin-prick drugged eyes and roared. He grabbed her hips as she sat on his erection. Angela arched her back and started riding Massacre’s dong just as Lilith turned and lifted her skirt, offering her ass to Doctor Who.
The guy on the screen flirted with a nurse.