Transforming Genevieve Chapter One Part 1 - Sex Stories

Transforming Genevieve Chapter One Part 1

... New York, I may do that."

The remaining walk to the theater was pretty uneventful. But I did notice quite a few heads turning as I walked by.

Approaching the marquee, I read the full title of the play I had a ticket for. "Taboos and other sins of the flesh" sounded rather interesting. A small sign on the ticket booth read, “Must be 18 to enter.”

Handing my ticket to the woman at the door, I entered a dimly lit foyer of what looked like an old movie theater. The slight incline toward a second set of doors confirmed that thought. A musty odor filled my nostrils. The theater wasn't that large; the only remaining seats were the first three or four rows from the stage. The musty smell was even more pungent inside. Walking toward the front of the theater, I noticed the only thing on stage was a large bed. An old-style bed with metal posts at the corners topped with fake brass balls. A single spotlight shined from above the bed. The front row was already filled, so I took a seat in the second row, three seats from the aisle.

Inaudible voices were heard from backstage. I glanced at my cell to check the time. It was 2:55 PM. Turning the phone off, I slid it into my purse on the seat beside me. A few more people came in and sat across the aisle from me. One of the couples was giggling and acting nothing like I'd expect a proper theatergoer to act. Just before three o'clock, a lone male came down the aisle and sat in the first seat, one seat away from me. I didn't ...

... acknowledge his presence, nor did he acknowledge mine.

At exactly 3:00 PM, some rather eclectic music started playing on a sound system grossly underpowered for the size of the room. A moment later, the bright white spotlight changed to a deeper blue color, and a woman wearing a long white robe appeared from stage right. Her short blonde hair took on a bluish tint as she walked into the spotlight and stopped at the foot of the bed at center stage.

How strange an opening, I thought. I started to get a weird feeling about this show. The woman didn't speak as she slowly lifted her face toward the blue light. Her fingers slid up to the knot, holding her robe closed, and she pulled the end. The robe fell open in front, exposing her pointed breasts. She slowly moved her hands and slid the robe from her shoulders, allowing it to drop to the stage floor behind her. That weird feeling was growing large in the pit of my stomach as she crawled onto the bed, stopping in the middle on all fours.

The sound of a microphone being turned on could be heard on the sound system, and a soft female voice said, "Taboo one, Interracial Sex." As the microphone clicked off, a huge black male appeared from stage left. He was completely naked, and his fully erect black cock stood out straight from his groin. It swayed back and forth as he slowly approached the bed. This massive specimen of African American manhood walked between the bed and the audience, facing us when he reached the middle of the bed. ...