Doc here with a Blast From The Past from one of our newest field reporters, Justa Reply. The Colony Theater & Cocktails has been the subject of several reports, but this one from Justa paints a vivid picture of one of our favorite haunts.
Submitted, for your approval, is Justa's report:
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East St. Louis was several hours away from me, but I made it to The Colony Theater a couple of times in the mid-90s. Haven't been back since, but from reading internet posts here and there I don't think it's changed too much. The Colony was sort of a combination swinger club/adult theater-- at least it had that feel. Had a bar area with a pool table, and a "couples only" area through a closed door off the bar area. The other end of the building contained three theaters (probably about 150 seats each) and a "couples only", locked theater room (couples had to "rent" a room key when they paid to enter the theater). The whole place was rather run-down-charming in a '70s sort of way. They had one rule-- you had to wear some type of "dress shirt," ostensibly to keep up some sort of standard even though it was a porno palace. Any short of shirt with a collar would do fine.
First time I went I got there too early, later finding out from the regulars the action didn't start until around midnight. Between roaming sessions I periodically stood at the back of the main theater and got to talking to a nice guy and fellow hobbyist. After a while he began periodically asking, rather crossly and to no one in particular, when the action was going to start. I asked him if he'd ever been there and not gotten at least something. He shot a perplexed look off into space for a moment. "No!" he said.
A nice looking woman about 40 strode purposefully down the isle, husband in tow. She was just beginning to put on some middle-aged weight but was still attractive and curvy. She quickly walked about five rows down, suddenly turned left and headed down a row, then I saw her cigarette ash glow yellow with one last drag, and she sat down. I took one last look at Horse Cock, then headed up to the newcomers. By the time I got there she had her feet propped on the row of seats in front of her and a guy was already between her legs pumping away. Both tits were exposed and she was reaching up behind her with both hands, stroking a cock in each. Two other hands were squeezing each nipple. I got in line.
I think I was number three or four. When it was my turn her pretty ankle raised up like a railroad gate crossing and I walked in, flopped to my knees and slid home. She'd already been cum in several times by then and that silky-smooth wetness was like erotic heaven. Sensory overload ensued and I quickly hosed another load on top of the existing ones, staggered to my feet, and went out for a breather. Got a drink of water, cooled down, caught my breath, then looked back in. She was still at it with a crowd of guys bunched around her.
By then the sudden, predictable change had come over me and I wasn't horny anymore so I left the theater and hung out in the bar for quite a while. Along about 2:00 A.M. the place started to wind down. I headed out, but took one last look in the main theater on my way. By then most everyone had left, but there was another mid-40-ish gal in there, bent over the back of a seat, with some guy banging into her from behind. Her husband looked on with a grin. She took it for a few minutes, then said, "that's enough. I gotta be in Sunday school in a few hours."
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Thanks Justa for the fine report!
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Thanks,
Doc
