Angelica followed my gaze and a filthy smile spread across her lips as she saw the long, fat she-cock that poked through the glory hole, pointing at us both in eager anticipation.

“Wow,” Angelica gasped as she took in the delightful sight. “That really is one awesome piece of she-meat.”

“It certainly is,” I replied. “and if you don’t do something with it right now, then I will have to.” To emphasise my point, I stroked the intruding dick with my fingers, caressing it lightly and gently scraping my fingernails over its entire length. The cock twitched and I heard a soft, feminine moan from the booth next door.

Needing no further encouragement, my hot new playmate knelt down in the booth and grasped the visiting cock in one hand. She looked up at me, her eyes wandering to the straining bulge between my legs, as if she were seeking permission.

“Go right ahead,” I gave my permission whilst staring unashamedly down the front of her dress – it had gaped seductively open and I was being treated to an unhindered view of Angelica’s glorious, twin orbs and puckered, pouting cherry-red nipples. Given that, I was more than impatient to see her sucking her fellow shemale’s dick. “Enjoy yourself.”

And without further ado, Angelica spread her lips and took that huge she-cock into her mouth like a champ.

I felt my cock throb and my balls cling tight to my body at the sight of that magnificent member sliding into Angelica’s mouth, the broad, bulbous head stretching her lips wide as its blue-veined shaft made its way towards the back of her slender throat.

The t-girl in the next booth – the cock’s owner, of course – groaned loudly, and I couldn’t help but wonder if she thought it was my tongue lapping at her delicious-looking meatus and she was imagining me sucking and slurping noisily at her she-meat. By the looks of the expert blowjob Angelica was giving though, I really didn’t think the recipient would mind either way. After all, good fellatio is good fellatio!

As I watched Angelica working away at our anonymous friend’s length, I slipped my jeans and thong off, casting aside the sliver of black material onto the small wooden bench that sat to one side in our booth. I decided to leave it there for some lucky shemale to find, and the thought of some random transsexual gal jerking into them whilst they were still damp with my pre-cum drove me crazy with lust. Unable to resist, caressed my stiff cock in time to Angelica’s ministrations upon the bare cock that had been so graciously offered through the glory hole.

Angelica’s head bobbed up and down in time to that of the action on our TV screen. In the movie that played there, a young, impossibly muscled young man was busily sucking upon a colossal black she-cock, as if it was some rare delicacy. My mind spun to the stunningly attractive black shemale I’d seen in the parking lot, and I couldn’t help but imagine her she-meat in my mouth – or better still, buried deep inside my hot, tight hole.

The t-girl in the adjacent booth grunted and yelled out something incomprehensible, her body slamming hard against the thin wood that separated us as she thrust hard into Angelica’s mouth as she climaxed. Angelica pulled away from the guy’s cock, its shaft and fat head glistening wet with her saliva – I just knew she’d want me to bear witness to the fruits of her labor - and the thing jerked and twitched like an angry snake in her hand. I rubbed at my rubbery cock head with one hand, pulled on a stiff, jutting nipple with the other and watched with sheer delight as the stranger’s dick spat its thick, creamy load into Angelica’s hand and out onto my boots. I moaned in unison with the she-cock’s owner as my second almost-orgasm of the night rippled through my sweat-dampened body.

Angelica smiled up at me as she watched the shemale’s cum spray onto my boots, the pearly droplets running down between the rough leather like some kind of sexy rain. And when finally the t-girl quit cumming (I thought she’d never stop!), Angelica released the wilting dick and it slid back through the glory hole and away into the anonymity of the darkness.

“Thank you, bitch,” I heard the shemale grunt through the thin wall as she excited her booth and I still wasn’t sure if she’d been able to tell which one of us had just treated her such a mind-blowing BJ.

“You were amazing,” I praised Angelica.

“Thank you,” she said and got back on her feet, her hand sticky with the stranger’s ejaculate. “I’m kind of pleased with myself.”

“So you should be,” I told her. “That was one hell of a good time you gave that t-girl.”

“Looks like we could be here all night,” Angelica said. She pointed at the new shemale cock that had just appeared through the glory hole. I peered down at the dick, and noticed for the first time that the book store’s owners had rather thoughtfully put duck tape around the inside of the neatly cut hole – most likely to prevent splinters where no t-gal wants to have splinters! This new dick was considerably shorter than the last, and sported a thick tuft of ginger pubes that stuck through the glory hole like some unkempt, exotic undergrowth. What the cock lacked in length – it was still an impressive six inches it so – it certainly made up for in girth, the thing was easily twice as thick as my own. “I’d best get to it,” Angelica said with a naughty sigh and began to kneel down again.

“No.” I put my hand on Angelica’s chest to stop her. “Let me take this one.”

In the end – unable to resist joining in – Angelica wound up jerking the new she-cock onto my tongue whilst I lapped at the hot, musky shemale meat like a kitten at an ice cream. The owner of the dick cried out her encouragement in increasingly loud expletives until she shot a molten load onto my awaiting tongue and all the way down the back of my throat. I gulped the stuff down greedily – Angelica seemed to enjoy watching me eat cum – and even held a little back in my mouth so that I could snowball the sexy shemale.

“That is some tasty cum,” she told me as we passed the slippery fluid between our hot, busy mouths, “I wish I’d had it spurting down my throat.” And at that, she sounded quite disappointed.

“Sounds like we are ready for the next course,” I told her with a wicked smirk. I flicked the latch back on our booth’s door and made ready to leave.

“But what about -?” Angelica protested as another new she-cock appeared through the glory hole.

“I’m sure she’ll not be left wanting,” I told her as we excited the booth. “It’s all yours,” I said with a wink to the young Asian guy – a fellow t-girl lover - who was waiting patiently by the door. “Have at it.”

The young guy nodded and slipped inside the booth – I really hoped he’d find my discarded thong and play with it whilst it was moist with my pre-cum – and in no time at all the moans and groans from the adjacent booth filled the dingy hallway.

And although I wished I could have stayed around to watch the shemale cock-sucking action, and maybe even enjoy more t-girl cum spraying in my direction, I had more pressing matters to attend to.

I grasped Angelica’s cum-soaked hand and led her to the front of the booth area, to where my locker awaited.

We stripped quickly – in my case it really didn’t take all that long, I only had my shirt and boots to contend with – and I regaled Angelica with just how hot it had been to see her sucking a futa cock.

Then she stood before me in just her tiny briefs – black that matched the thong I’d left behind in the booth – and appeared just a tad reticent.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“Yeah, just nervous, I guess,” Angelica replied. “I’ve never gone completely naked out there before.”

I caressed the bulge in her briefs, felt it twitch and expand beneath my fingers. “Not all that nervous,” I laughed, my naked chest rising and falling and my neat nipples hardening to taut, stiff bullets at the touch of Angelica’s she-meat.

Angelica chuckled and all at once any reluctance evaporated and she visibly relaxed. She looked me up and down, taking in the nude body that she’d lusted since the second I’d walked into the theater and slid her briefs down over her shapely hips and on to her bare feet. She looked at me with a lopsided grin as her long, thick and freshly shaved she-meat sprang out from the confines of the briefs like some magnificent, blue-veined Jack-in-the-Box. “Ta-da!”

I grasped Angelica firmly by the shaft and gazed into her big, baby blue eyes. “Let’s go play,” I said.