Trick or Treat, a Halloween Quickie, part three

“I tell you they are having sex!” Melinda hissed again.
Mike rolled his eyes. “Maybe we are better going.”
This idea of a first date on Halloween night, going to the All Night Horror Marathon at the Odeon was turning out nothing like he had imagined. Melinda had started complaining as soon as he had picked her up at home. The car smelled of smoke, she said. He had to admit that it was his mother’s car, and his mother smoked.
Melinda had lectured him on the ills of smoking until they had found a parking, about two blocks from the cinema.
Melinda had complained about the choice and about the movie theater, and about the fact that the place was deserted.
Then she had started nagging about the movie, and finally about the people in the front rows that were clearly having a good time.
Mike sighed. Lucky them.
And yet she was so pretty, with her honey-blond hair and her serious expression. He sighed again. He was hopeless.
Melinda stood and started down the aisle.
“No, wait—!”
“I am going to call the direction,” she said.
He ran after her and almost collided with her when she stopped all of a sudden.
Mike stopped behind her and stared.
She was right, they were having sex. A lot of sex.

There was young woman, sprawled on one of the chairs, long strands of gray hair falling on an impressive bosom encased in a shiny black leather corset. She was wearing horizontally-striped stockings, and between her widespread legs crouched a petite redhead, a pillbox hat on her head and a flashlight sticking out of her butt. The redhead was busy giving head to the gray-haired woman, that hummed and grasped her own boobs with long-nailed, claw-like fingers.
Two seats off, a guy in a Lord Byron shirt was busy necking with a woman with violet hair, naked but for a black cloak and high-heeled pumps. While he rolled his head on her chest and sucked on her  tongue, a black girl in a leather catsuit was squatting between his knees, her huge boobs exposed, rocking as he fucked her tits. She was wearing cat ears over her big curly hair.
Next to that threesome, two couples were busy fucking. One guy was taking from behind a curvy brunette in a red dress, while another was being ridden cowgirl style by a punkette with black tape on her nipples.
“My goodness!” Melinda said.
The naked woman with the violet hair let go of the man’s tongue and stood, turning at them. “We have company!” she said cheerfully. She walked over the kneeling redhead with the flashlight, and came towards them.
“This is—!” Melinda started, but the naked woman put a finger on her lips. Her long fingernails were the same violet of her hair.
“An orgy,” the naked woman said in a husky whisper. “It’s fun, I know,” she added, walking around Melinda. She eyed Mike, and cocked a hip. She was wearing a Hogwarts regimental tie that did nothing to hide her stiff nipples. “Fell like joining in?” she asked.
Just then the woman in red came with a deep groan, throwing her head back. The man mounting her slapped her ass.
Mike licked his lips.
“Mike!” Melinda said, stomping her foot.
The guy that had been fucking the woman in red lit a cigarette, and his partner walked towards them. She arranged her big tits in her dress with a shake of her shoulders. She was wearing short horns on her forehead.
“New friends?” she asked, lighting a cigarette in turn.
“You can’t smoke in here!” Melinda screeched.
The woman in red arched an eyebrow, and her eyes seemed to blaze.
“You should let yourself go, Melinda,” she said. She took the cigarette from her lips and placed it between Melinda’s. The girl did not protest. “And you should also grow up a little.”
Melinda took one long toke from the cigarette.
Mike watched as his date’s hair became paler, and longer, turning into a massive platinum mane. Meanwhile Melinda hummed, and threw her head back, snorting the smoke. Her breasts were growing, and sagging a little. She took the cigarette from her mouth with a hand that was lined, with long red nails. She coughed twice, and took another drag.
“What—?” Mike said.
“Hush,” the naked woman said, and leaned in to kiss him. He felt her rock-hard breasts press against his chest. She rubbed herself against him.
Melinda dropped the cigarette and squashed it under the tip of her boot. She turned to stare at Mike. He looked at her over the naked girl’s shoulder, his mouth still busy with her tongue.
Melinda’s face was heavily made up and vulgar, with violet eye shade and thick red lipstick, and blush that made her seem gaunt, and gave her a hungry expression. But all the make up could not hide the woman’s real age. Melinda was in her late forties, the effects of debauchery and dissipation evident on her face. Crow’s feet by her eyes, a certain sagging of the cheeks. “Having fun, Mike?”

He freed himself from the naked woman and “Melinda, what— how—?”
She snorted and walked over to him. Her plain blouse and jeans had been replaced by a red leather mini-dress that exposed muscular, well-tanned legs and a pair of obviously artificial tits. There was a golden chain around her ankle, and her feet were tucked inside high-heeled shoes. “Shut up, Mike,” she said, grasping him. There was a golden stud in her nostril and she was wearing big hoop earrings. Her pale hair showed a hint of a dark regrowth. She pushed her thigh between his legs, feeling his growing erection. “Let’s have a proper fuck, boy.”
The naked woman winked at Mike as he embraced his cougar lover and tasted tobacco on her tongue. Melinda pushed him back and forced him in a chair, and then sat astride him, smothering him with her tits. She started fumbling with his zipper. Mike decided this was not going to be such a bad first date after all, and he bit in her nipple, making her curse and laugh. She started massaging his hard on.
Lilith encircled Julie’s waist with her arm and the two women melted into a long, wet kiss just as Angela behind them brought the Massacre Kid to orgasm once again. She rocked wildly while he filled her up, then she laid her head on his shoulder and started whispering obscenities in his ear. He fondled her boobs with a satisfied grin. The light changed as Stella helped the usherette on her feet and pulled the flashlight out of her ass, and dropped it on the floor.
“Now it’s my turn,” she said, as she knelt down and buried her face into the redhead’s twat.
With a happy squeal, Maisha let go of Tim’s cock, releasing it from her cleavage, and quickly leaned forward to take the tip between her lips, the golden ring clicking against her teeth. She started sucking his cum with relish, large drops escaping from the corners of her mouth and splashing on her jugs.
The Halloween Marathon went on.