Date: Sun,  7 Sep 2003 10:16:41 -0400 (EDT)
From:  <digger87@excite.com>
Subject: I Dare You part 3

I dare you (part 3) -- Marc Goes Out of Town
by Digger (digger87@excite.com)

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The following is intended for ADULTS ONLY.  If you are under 18 or are
offended by stories of a sexual nature, STOP NOW. 
This story takes place in a FANTASY world with no AIDS or STDs.  In the
REAL world AIDS and STDs can kill you.  Protect yourself!!!! 
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	Several months had past.  Work started picking up for Kay and me.
We rarely saw each other, much less had sex.  I was looking forward to the
coming weekend together, when, on Wednesday, Kay called and reminded me
that she was going to help at her annual crafts fair in Mannsville (about
70 miles away).  She planned to go out to Cynthia's for the weekend, seeing
as Cynthia lived 30 miles closer to Mannsville and she was also going to
help at the fair.  On top of that, Kay wanted to keep her friend company
seeing as Marc was going out of town for 2.5 weeks.  I was disappointed at
hearing this news, but I could not change Kay's plans.

	The following day, I had to go to an early morning meeting in
Lannis (about 40 miles away).  After putting 3 straight 14-hour days, the
chore of waking up at 5am to go to a stupid meeting was done grudgingly.
Thankfully, it was over around noon.  I got a burger and hit the road.  I
was feeling rather stressed about work, and down about not seeing Kay.

	My mind was in a fog as I drove home, but that changed when I saw
the billboard for the "Book Shack -- Adult Books, Movies and More!  25 Cent
Booths."  I had almost forgotten that the highway took me right by the
place Kay and I had sucked some dicks.  A few weeks ago I had been by there
to buy a fancy vibrator for Kay.  During that visit, I met the owner,
Kevin.  He's a nice guy and we chatted a long time.

	I pulled off the highway and into the Book Shack's parking lot.
Upon entering the store, I saw Kevin and asked him how things were going.
"Couldn't be better," he said.  "Those fancy vibrators are selling great.
I turned over my entire stock 4 times in 2 weeks.  110 vibrators in the
last 10 days!  Good thing the owner of the vibrator company is an old
friend of mine.  He told me that I am his number one client and he fills my
orders before all others."

	"Wow, Kev," I said, "that's fantastic!  Why are you selling so
many?"

	"There was some show on TV about them, now everyone wants one.
I've had a lot of ladies, most married, come in."

	I said with a wink, "All the women were beautiful models, right?"

	"A couple were pretty sweet, but most were middle-aged and rather
ordinary."

	"So, did any go check out the booths?"

	"I encouraged them," Kevin said slyly.  "I offered them free
tokens.  A couple dozen took me up on it.  One night 4 sorority girls came
over from the local religious college.  They all bought vibrators and all
went to the booths.  They stayed back there about 45 minutes.  Hell, I even
ran back there and got my knob polished."

	I was getting a hard-on listening to him.  I asked, "But how many
of the women ran out the booths and store in disgust?"

	"A couple," he answered.  "About half left after the tokens ran
out.  About 10 stayed longer.  Most of those said that they would be back.
I told them that if they brought a friend, I'd give them 25% off their next
vibrator.  Six have come back to take me up on the offer.  Can you believe
that?"  My dick was pulsing, it was so hard.  Kevin continued, "Three of my
return customers have been back to the booths more than twice a week.  One
gal even brought her husband; they were in back for over an hour.  Business
is so good in the booths, that I am going have them repainted next week."

	"That's great!  Any of your new customers here today?" I asked with
a grin.

	"No.  But there is some lunch-time regular, Thomas, who is having
an extended buffet, if ya know what I mean.  He said he'll be out of town
for a while and wanted to fill up before his trip."

	"Sounds good to me."  I got $5 worth of tokens, and proceeded
toward the booths.  In the corridor I saw 3 guys lined up in from of booth
#3.  I looked at one, nodded toward the door and asked, "Thomas?"  He
nodded back.  I wasn't going to hang out in the hall for 10 minutes for a
shot at Thomas, so I went into a booth at the end, and watched a couple of
videos.  After clicking through the channels, I settled on a movie
featuring 3 lesbians and their dildos.  After a little bit, I went back out
into the hall to check on the line.  There was only one guy left.  He was
squeezing his cock through his pants.  Booth #2's door opened, and a
satisfied-looking man walked out.  The guy in line walked into #2.  By
examining the situation, I could tell that Thomas was in booth #3 and that
he was getting it from both sides.

	Booth #4 opened; its occupant left and I walked in.  After putting
tokens in the machine, I pulled out my cock and looked through the
gloryhole.  I was very surprised to see that "Thomas" was Marc, Cynthia's
husband.  I was turned-on more than ever.  The movie playing in his booth
was one about blowjobs, but Marc wasn't watching it.  Instead, he was
bobbing up and down on his neighbor's cock.  Remembering my previous
experience at the booths with Marc, I decided to have some fun with him.
Through the hole I said in a disguised voice, "Let me see you do it,
cocksucker!"  He responded by tilting his body and head off to one side so
I could see him sucking.  Marc pulled the cock (which was about 5 inches
long) out of his mouth, looked at me and smiled.  He ran his tongue up and
down the shaft.  "Make him cum all over your face," I said sternly.  Marc
picked up his tempo and soon the cock sprayed cum on his cheeks and in his
open mouth.  He licked the dick clean, then used his fingers to scoop the
cum off his face and into his mouth.

	"Now me, cocksucker!" I barked at him.  I stood up and put my 7.5
inches and balls through the gloryhole.  Immediately Marc had his mouth on
my cock.  He was sucking like he needed my cum or he was going to die.  I
said loudly, "You like it, don't you?"  He didn't answer; he just kept
slurping.  I repeated the question.  Still no answer, so I withdrew from
the hole.

	Finally he said, "Yes, I love it!"

	I toyed with him, "Do you want to suck it?"

	"Please let me suck your cock."

	"Tell me why, slut."

	"Because I want your cum."  He paused then said, "Please give me
your cum."  I put my dick back through the gloryhole.  He sucked like
crazy.  I could hold back no more; I came.  It felt like I dumped a gallon
down his throat.

	Pulling back, I said, "You are a good little slut."  I sat down and
relaxed.  I looked back at Marc; he was waiting for another cock from the
other booth, but none appeared.  He gathered himself together, stood up and
unlocked the door.  I wanted to have more fun with him, so I made sure I
walked out of my booth at the same time he walked out of his.  We almost
ran into each other.  "Marc, funny seeing you here."

	He turned 3 shades of red.  He knew it had been me whom he just
sucked off.  In fact, I could see some cum on his face.  "I ... I," he
stammered.

	"Having a good lunch break?  Getting some stress relief, eh?"

	Shyly, with his head lowered, he said, "Ahh ... ummm ... just
checking out a few films."

	"Kay tells me that you are going out of town for a couple of
weeks."

	He was coming out of his fog, "Yeah.  I'm off to Pittsburgh for 17
days."

	"That'll be stressful.  I hope the misses is giving you a little
relief before you go."  Looking right at him, I said, "Like you just gave
me."

	After a moment, still with his head down, he sheepishly said, "She
doesn't give me that kind of relief."

	"Well, did you get some here today?"

	"No," he admitted.  "I was helping other people."

	"Helping can be fun," I said.  His head picked up and eyes opened.
"Maybe you should try a different booth for some relief."

	"I will," and he walked past me into booth #7.  I quickly moved
into booth #8.  We both got our machines going.  Marc pulled out his cock
and started stroking it.  I leaned toward the gloryhole and stuck my face
against the wall.  I darted my tongue back and forth through the hole.
Marc wasted no time; his 5 inch cock slipped past my lips.  I held my mouth
against the wall and he fucked it.  Be angling the right way I could take
him all in.  After just a few minutes, I felt his cum splash on to my
tongue.  It was a lot.  I swallowed as much as I could, but some leaked out
of the corners of my mouth.

	After Marc pulled out, I said, "Yummy."

	He said, "Thanks."

	I made sure we left the booths at the same time.

	"Did you get some relief?" I asked.

	"Yeah.  Thanks for the advice about trying a different booth."

	"Don't mention it.  Ya know, while you're in Pittsburgh, you
shouldn't let your stress build up too high.  It sucks being away from
home.  You might want to check out cruisingforsex.com for places like
this."

	He thanked me again.  I wished him luck on his trip and we parted.
I walked out to the front to talk to Kevin.  "That guy come in a lot?"

	"A couple of times a week."

	"Doesn't surprise me.  I know the guy and his wife is a prude.
Maybe he should buy her one of those fancy vibrators."  We chuckled.  We
talked a little more about the improvements he was going to
make—painting the booths and changing the screens, adding tissue boxes
and wastebaskets.  I suggested that he should advertise the vibrator in the
local paper—especially in the food and fashion sections (the ones the
women read).  He thanked me for the idea and soon after I left.

	Later on, I called Kay and told her the story.  She was so
turned-on that she grabbed he new vibrator and used it as we spoke.  I
could hear it churning (it is the kind that vibrates, churns little plastic
beads, and has a rabbit to simulate the clit.  Her new toy did the trick,
and she came quickly.  Kay's breathing slowed and we talked about her
weekend to come.  After hanging up, I jerked off to some internet porn.

	Friday through Sunday was on big pain for me; nothing but work,
work, work.  By the time I got home Sunday, I was exhausted and not looking
forward to Monday.  Kay's weekend was much better.  She told me the story
that evening.

[In Kay's Voice]

	I couldn't get my Thursday night's conversation with C.J. out of my
head.  I thought about it all day at work on Friday.  By the time I got to
Cynthia's, I was all wound up.  Immediately, she offered some wine and I
accepted.  This was bad because I get horny when I get drunk.  We talked
about this and that through dinner and after.  After 2 bottles of wine,
around 9:30, she asked if I wanted to go into the hot tub.  Naturally I
said yes, but I also remembered that I forgot to bring my bathing suit.
"That's okay," Cynthia explained with a slur, "we'll go au natural.  It's
just us girls."

	"Aren't you afraid that your neighbors will see us?"

	"Only Franklin, our one neighbor, can see to the tub."  She stared
at me with a haze in her eyes, "Let him look!  What a show he'll have
tonight!"  She laughed.

	We climbed into the tub naked.  The conversation turned to Marc's
trip and C.J.'s work.  I told her that it had been over 2 weeks since
C.J. and had done it and that I was feeling very frisky.  Cynthia looked
embarrassed, so I changed the subject.  We soaked for about 45 minutes.  I
was feeling very tired, but when I exited the tub, a blast of wind woke me
up.  Suddenly, I was goose-pipplely.  I was also still very horny.  Naked,
we walked through the house and to our respective rooms.  I went into the
bathroom and brushed my teeth.  I could not help staring at my breasts in
the mirror.  My nipples were still hard, and my thoughts were turning to
C.J. and his cock.  After brushing, I lingered in front of the mirror.  My
hands reached up to my breasts and I began to knead them.  I rolled my
nipples in my fingers; this sent small shock waves directly to my clit.  I
closed my eyes and started to imagine it was C.J.'s hands caressing me.  I
took a deep breath.  It was at this moment that I heard Cynthia; she was
standing naked in the hallway staring at me.  I quickly dropped my hands to
my side and felt a bit embarrassed.  I gave her a half smile and said,
"Just a little frisky tonight."  She looked at me with a blank face.  "I
was thinking of C.J.," I explained, "I didn't mean to embarrass you."

	She said, "No, no.  My fault."  I could feel her eyes lock on to my
tits, which was funny, because I was staring at hers too.

	Cynthia shuffled off to her bedroom.  I collected my things and
headed to mine.  My thoughts could not leave C.J.'s body and particularly
his cock.  I badly needed to get fucked.  I wanted him inside of me.  I was
on fire.  Fortunately, I brought my little helper with my: my
mini-vibrator.  I keep it in my purse for just such emergencies.  It did
the trick; within minutes, I was having an explosive orgasm.  I tried to be
quiet, but I let out a few loud whimpers and moans.  After the stars faded
from my eyes, I noticed that Cynthia had been standing outside of my closed
door—her feet cast shadows through the crack at the bottom.  After I
calmed down, I heard her scamper off to her room.

	Saturday morning came too early.  We poured ourselves into the car,
coffee in hand, and drove to the crafts show.  Ten hours at booth can be
boring.  By the end of the day, I was happy to leave.

	On the way home, Cynthia said to me from the passenger seat, "Sorry
about walking in on you last night.  I wasn't trying to peep."

	"It's okay," I explained, "you'd already seen me naked, so it was
not biggie.  I hope I didn't embarrass you; I got to thinking about C.J.,
and, well, my hormones took over."

	Cynthia blushed a little, but said, "I'm sorry I interrupted your
fun."

	"Don't worry about it.  I used my little friend to help me out."

	"Little friend," she asked.

	"Yeah.  My mini-vibrator."  While keeping my eyes on the road, I
pulled out my purse and started to rummage in it.  Upon finding the
vibrator, I pulled it out and held it up where she could see it.  Her eyes
seemed to lock on to it.

	"It looks like an egg with a string."

	"It's my friend!" I laughed.  "He has never failed me."  I turned
it on and dropped it in her lap.  She jumped, but quickly picked it up and
felt it vibrating in her hand.

	"I thought all vibrators were in the shapes of dicks," she said.

	"They come in all sizes, and shapes," I explained.  "Don't you have
one?"  I turned toward her and saw that her face was bright red.

	"No, why would I?  Marc takes care of me."

	"Yes, but do you take care of yourself?"

	"What do you mean?"

	"I mean, when you masturbate, what do you do?"

	I could hear her breath quicken as she announced, "I don't do such
things."

	"Liar!  You're a big liar!"

	"It's true!  I swear!  Only sluts masturbate."

	"Liar!"

	"Why don't you believe me?"

	"Because, Cynthia, I saw you doing it?"

	"W-w-w-what?"

	"That night we rented pornos.  I saw you masturbating to the
movie."  She was caught and she knew it.  I was worried that she was going
to cry.

	"You can't tell Marc," she said weakly.  "He'll think I'm a freak.
He'll think he can't satisfy me.  It'll hurt him."  She was sniffling a
little.

	"Cyn... it's okay.  We all do it.  I won't tell Marc, I swear."
She was drying her eyes.  "Now tell the truth, how often do you do it."

	"You won't tell anyone?" she asked.

	"I swear."

	"About every other day."  I was stunned; Miss Prissypants
masturbates every other day.  "Is that a lot?" she asked innocently.

	"No," I lied.  "Do you think it is a lot?"

	"I guess not.  I have never asked anyone about it.  How often do
you do it?"

	"I was doing about twice a week until C.J. got me this new
vibrator; now I do it every night."

	"With that little thing?"

	"No.  It is a big one that twists and winds.  You should get one."
There was a long pause.

	"Where would I get such a thing?  Sears won't carry it."

	"I know a place.  Let's go get you one now!  Think of it as a
special treat for yourself while Marc is away."

	Another long pause.  "Okay."

	I steered the car along the interstate and eventually exited when I
saw the signs for the Book Shack.  I pulled into the parking lot and turned
off the motor.  "We can't go in there," Cynthia protested.

	"Why not?"

	"Someone might see us."

	"Like who?"

	"I don't know...my minister."

	"Well then we'll see him too, won't we?  Believe me, we have
nothing to worry about.  I have been to this place before and it is safe
and friendly."

	Cynthia hesitated, but I got out of the car.  "Come on," I shouted.
Tentatively, she got out of the car, looking around making sure no one
could see her.  We walked quickly to the door and entered.  The bell
alerted the other 4 customers and the guy behind the desk to our presence.
Cynthia stopped in the doorway; she seemed scared, but also fascinated.  I
walked toward the vibrators and dildos, with Cynthia close at my side.  The
items took up most of one wall.

	She seemed overwhelmed.  "I never thought there could be so many.
So many different sizes and shapes."  I pulled the duplicate of mine and
showed it to her.  She seemed interested.  Cynthia stared lovingly at it.
While she did that, I looked around the store.  The other customers were
checking us out.  Recalling my previous visit, I started to feel hot.
Flipping through a rack of videos made me even hotter.  I really wanted to
back to go the booths and suck a few cocks, but Cynthia would never go.
After 5 minutes of browsing the DVDs, she approached me, vibrator in hand,
and whispered, "I'm going to get this one."  She paused, "Kay, let's be
real nasty, and rent a video."

	I was stunned but happy.  "Okay," I whispered back, "but which
one?"

	"You pick it out."

	"There are so many.  I don't know which one would be good.  We
don't want to get a bad one."

	"Oh, just hurry," she said.

	"I know, I'll ask the guy at the desk."  Cynthia gasped when I said
this, but did not stop me as approached him.  We recognized each other from
my previous visit.  "We want to rent a video.  A good one with cute guys.
Can you recommend any?"

	"There are so many," he replied.  "But you could check out the
movies in the booths and rent one of those."

	"Oh and how do we do that?" I winked at him.

	"Get about $10 each worth of tokens, go back to a booth and feed
them in the slots.  The booths have 25 different movies.  You can change
the channels and find one that you like.  In fact, I'll give you 2 for 1 on
the tokens so you can peruse as many movies as you like."

	"Okay, let's do that."  I turned to Cynthia and said, "Let's go
preview what we want.  I bet we'll find something we like."

	I turned back to the cashier and exchanged my money for tokens.  He
whispered to me, "Back for more, eh?  Try booth #3."  He gave me the coins,
and I handed half to my friend.

	As we walked back toward the booths, he grumbled at us, "Remember,
only one per booth."  Cynthia shot me a look of concern.

	"Don't worry," I whispered to her as we passed the curtains, "we
can share a booth."  The hall was empty.  My friend seemed a little timid,
so I grabbed her hand and lead her to the middle of the aisle.  "Three.
That's my lucky number."  I opened the door and held it as Cynthia stepped
in.  What I noticed straight off were the gloryholes on each side; I think
she was oblivious to them.  I stepped in behind her and slid the door shut.

	"How do we get it going?"  I took ten coins and dropped them into
machine.  Immediately, the screen flickered on.  The opening image was of a
woman giving blowjobs—she was surrounded by three studs, each with big,
fat dicks.  I heard Cynthia gasp.  After about 30 seconds, she asked if we
could change the channel.

	"Go ahead," I said.  She skipped through a bunch of them until she
came to a woman getting fucked in the ass.  I could tell by the quality of
the movie that it was made by an amateur.  The woman was very ordinary
looking, had real tits, a bit of fat around her, and looked over 30—as
opposed to the fake-titted skinny teenagers who starred in most films.  On
the screen, a second man appeared, and lined his cock up with the woman's
pussy.  After a moment of hesitation, he shoved it in her.  The woman
moaned with ecstasy.  While the men pounded away, I turned and looked at
Cynthia.  She was transfixed by the action.  I noticed her squirming a
little.  "That DP is pretty hot.  I bet you want that done."

	After a few blinks and without taking her eyes off the screen,
Cynthia asked, "DP?"

	"Double Penetration.  You'd like that wouldn't?"  She took a
shuddered breath in.  "You'd like it if two guys fucked you at the same
time.  You'd like a big cock fucking you in the pussy and another fucking
you in the ass."  Cynthia moaned a little.  We watched a little longer.  I
reached up and changed the channel.  "My turn to pick," I said.  I flipped
through the rest until I came back to our opening scene—a woman
surrounding by three cocks.  She sucked on one, while jerking on the
others.  I was starting to get hot.  Cynthia continued to stare at the
screen.  "Wow, that makes me horny; how bout you?"

	"Yes," she breathed.

	"I would love to be surrounded by cocks and be forced to suck
them."  In the film, one of the men erupted cum all over the star's face.
She quickly grabbed it and aimed the final squirts into her mouth.  When he
finished, she swallowed.  I exclaimed, "That looks yummy."  Cynthia
wrinkled her nose, but continued to watch the screen.  "You really should
try it," I said to her, "cum tastes pretty good.  Rather salty, but good."

	I suddenly noticed an eye through the gloryhole that was next to my
friend.  I wanted to see how far I could push Cynthia, so I said, "I am
getting so turned on; I have to play with myself."  I started to pull up my
skirt.

	"Kay, what are you doing?"

	"Taking off my underwear."  And I did, and immediately placed them
in my purse.

	"You can't do that.  Someone will catch us."

	"Like who?"  I raised my skirt, and spread my legs.  My pussy was
already starting to feel moist.  I moved the palm of my hand over the top
of it, and gently rubbed.  Cynthia just stared at me.  I turned my
attention back to the movie.  "Do you like this movie, Cyn?"

	"Yes," she whispered.

	"Why?"  I dipped a finger into my snatch.

	"Because the woman is a slut."

	"Do you wish that were you up there?"  She hesitated.  "Don't
worry; this is just between us girls."

	"Yes," she said meekly.

	"You?  Surrounded by all those cocks?"

	"Yes."

	"You, forced to suck on them?"

	"Yes."

	"Forced to take their cum down your throat?"

	"Yes!" Cynthia almost yelled.

	"Me too.  In fact," I raised my voice, "I wish I had a cock to suck
right now."

	Our friend in the other booth took the cue, and replaced his eye
with his cock.  I smiled and immediately grabbed it.  Cynthia let out a
soft scream when she noticed my actions.  "Oh my god!" she said, "What are
you doing?  Kay, stop!  You don't know who that is!"

	"I know.  That is the big thrill."  I knelt down next to the wall
and examined the cock more carefully.  It was an ordinary-sized
specimen—about 6 inches.  I was feeling really horny, so I stick my
tongue out and ran it over the cock's head twice.

	"Kay, stop that!"

	I turned to her, "I thought you said you wanted to be that woman on
the screen?"

	She stammered, "Well ... that is a movie and a fantasy."

	"Sometimes," I said, "you can make fantasies come true."  I turned
my attention back to the cock.  I kissed it a few times.  Looking Cynthia
straight in the eye, I opened my mouth and closed it over the cock.  I
remained motionless for a moment, rolling my tongue over its head.  He
moaned.  Ever so slowly, I moved my mouth down the cock, then back up it.
After about 5 times, I removed it from my mouth, and began to lick it up
and down.  I looked at my friend, and she was staring at me.  She was also
massaging her tits with one hand and her crotch with the other.  This made
me hotter.  I took my one hand and moved it under my skirt, and worked my
clit over with my fingers.  I slid the cock back into my mouth and went to
work on it—going up and down quickly.  I could hear Cynthia's (and my)
heavy breathing.  After a few minutes, I felt the size of the cock increase
and I knew he was going to cum.  I pull him out of my mouth, and began to
jerk him off.  He was about to blast off, when I said (for maximum impact
on Cynthia), "Look at me, I'm a slut!"  He came!  The first shot hit my
face, the second hit my open mouth, and the rest went down my throat.  I
sucked him dry.  When he went soft, I let him go and started to giggle.  I
sat back up on the bench.  "I really am a slut," I said with a laugh.

	Cynthia, with her hands still on her body, smiled and said, "I
guess you are."

	We both laughed.  I put some more tokens in the machine and
switched stations.  I told her, that it was her time to choose a station.
She flipped around, until she came to a woman (with big tits) masturbating
with a dildo.  Cynthia's hands returned to her body.  In the film, another
woman appeared (with small tits) and started to masturbate too.  I hiked up
my skirt again, and worked on my pussy.  My friend looked at me.  "You know
what?"

	"What?" she replied.

	"Sluts don't wear bras either."  With that, I unbuttoned my blouse
and removed it.  I turned my back to her, and ordered, "Unhook me."  She
did.  The bra slid off me.  I turned and faced my friend as I folded my
bra.  She was admiring my tits.  I put the bra into my purse.  Finally, I
put the blouse back on, but I only fastened the lower 3 buttons.  My
nipples were prominently visible through my shirt.

	We turned our attention back to the screen.  The women were now
kissing each other.  The gloryhole caught my attention again as a big cock
came through.  This was above average—about 8 inches.  Immediately, I
reached for it.  Cynthia gasp a little, "That is so big."

	"Mmmhumm.  It feels so good.  Touch."

	She moved back, "I couldn't."

	"Who's going to know?  I won't tell.  He won't tell."  She
hesitated.  I grabbed her left hand and brought it to cock.  Gently, I
placed it on the 8 inches.  We each held it in one hand.

	"It is big."

	"I know.  It feels great.  Don't ya think?"

	As if in a trance, she answered, "Yes."

	"Cyn, have you ever held one so big?"

	"I've only held Marc's."

	"You're kidding?"

	"No," she continued to stare at the cock as we rubbed it, "I was a
virgin when we met."

	"Is Marc this big?"

	In a hushed voice, she said, "No, not even close."

	I knelt down by the wall and pulled her close in, "Look at how big
it is."  She examined it.  "I think I have to suck this one too."  With
that I moved her hand off it and I enveloped the head with my mouth.  Being
such a large cock, I could not get much in.  Cynthia had moved in closer to
the hole.  I went up and down a few times.  Pulling off of it, I aimed the
dick at my friend, "Now you."

	"Oh ... no."

	"Come on, I dare you, you slut!  Release your inner slut."

	That comment brought a smile to her face, and she took hold of the
dick and very slowly moved it to her face.  "You won't tell anyone, will
you?"  She wetter her lips.

	"Not a soul," I replied.

	With that, she kissed the tip of the cock.  She kissed it again.  I
could see some pre-cum oozing out of the slit.  She stuck her tongue out
and licked the pre-cum.  "Not bad, eh?" I asked.

	"Not bad."  She resumed using her tongue.  After a minute, she
opened her mouth and placed it over only the second she had ever felt in
her life.  Cynthia could only get the head in.  It was clear that she was
struggling.  She sucked for a while, until she pulled off and said, "He is
too big.  You do it."  She did not say it with disgust, only
disappointment.

	I grabbed him and went to work.  Using my hand and mouth, I
increased my tempo and could tell he was about to cum.  With my free hand,
I pulled Cynthia's head next to mine, and pulled him out of my mouth.  Boy
did he cum.  His big cock was full of spooge.  The first shot hit my nose
and part of my mouth, which was open.  I redirected the cock toward my
friend and the second shot hit her on nose and cheek.  I pumped the cock
and 3 more shots hit Cynthia on the face—the last going in her open
mouth.  Orienting the dick, I put it in my mouth and sucked the rest of his
jizz out of him.

	I released the stranger, and we sat back up.  We looked at each
other—with cum running down our faces—then broke into laughter.  "I
guess I am slut too," Cynthia giggled.  The TV clicked off and the light
came on.

	"Well, in order to join the Slut Union," I said with a laugh, "you
have to lose that bra."

	Still with a smile and cum on her face, my friend unbuttoned her
top and removed it.  She did like me, turned and made me unhook her bra.
Cynthia's medium-sized tits sprung loose.  She faced me.  I put her bra
into my purse.  I stared at her tits, which were mere inches away from me.
She caught me looking and asked, "Are my boobs pretty?"

	"Of course they are," I said with assurance, "in fact, C.J. thinks
their sexy—he told me that after seeing you in the hot tub."

	She smiled.  "Really ..."

	Suddenly, there was a big bang on the door.  It was the clerk.  He
yelled, "Feed the machine or get out."  We saw the latch move (he must have
had some sort of key), and the door flew open.  The clerk stood there
growling, "Feed the machine or get out."  I was startled and frozen in my
place.  Cynthia was topless and immediately tried to hide her nakedness
with her arm.  The clerk grabbed my arm, and pulled me up, "And I told you,
only one per booth!!"  He yanked me out of the booth, past my stunned
friend.  The door closed, and I heard my friend latch it.

	I was still frozen, but the clerk smiled and said softly, "Sorry, I
didn't mean to scare you, but you know the rules.  And thanks for the
blowjob."  He winked at me, and that is when I became unstuck and realized
his was an act.  The clerk was just having some fun with us.  As he walked
out of the hall back to the store, he banged on my former booth and said,
"Feed the machine."  Cynthia started it back up.

	I stood in the hall for a moment, wondering what to do when I
realized that I was holding Cynthia's shirt.  She was in the booth topless.
I knocked on the door, but there was no reply.  The volume was turned up
pretty loud, so she could not hear my whispers.  I slowly became aware of
other people in the hall—two men.  They were staring at me.  I decided
to go into booth #4 and see how Cyn was doing.  I latched the door behind
me, and dropped a few coins in the machine.  It started up on the blowjob
movie.

	I peered through the gloryhole to my friend.  I expected to see her
crying or at least sitting there stunned.  Instead, I found her leaning
back watching the amateur movie—the star was now being gangbanged.
Cynthia had one hand on her crotch and one on her tits.  I was pleasantly
surprised.  Maybe Cynthia was a slut at heart.  "Cyn," I said through the
hole.  She looked over at me.  "You okay?"

	She continued to massage herself, "Yeah.  That was scary ... but
exciting."

	"You truly are a slut."  We both laughed.  "How many coins have you
got left?"

	"About ten," she continued to play with herself even as her
attention was on me.

	"I only have four.  When yours run out, meet me out front.  I'll
have a movie rented by then."

	"Okay."  She was still oblivious to the fact that she was missing
her shirt.  I was feeling wicked, so I wasn't going to tell her.

	"Which one should I get?"

	My friend thought for a second, then replied, "The blowjob video."
Her attention returned to the movie and her own body.  I sat stunned by the
turn of events; here was my friend of several years—a middle-aged,
rather sexually inexperienced woman--sitting topless in an adult arcade,
with cum on her face, masturbating.  It turned me on.

	My machine was making noises like it was going to stop soon.  As I
leaned down to tell Cynthia, I saw a cock poking through the other
gloryhole in her booth.  She saw it too.  My video stopped and my light
clicked on, so I moved back from the hole so as not to be seen.  Cyn
glanced in my direction (she thought I had left) and turned toward the
faceless cock.  She slowly reached out and grabbed it.  Caressing it, she
moved her head toward it.  I could only see her back, but I could tell that
she was sucking on the dick.  She really had become a slut.  I chuckled to
myself.  `Sluts can go topless,' I thought, and exited my booth and headed
toward the front.

	Upon stepping through the curtains, I was temporarily blinded by
the light.  As I moved toward the counter, I noticed that the store was
crowded.  There were 14 people in the store including several couples and
single women.  Everyone was looking at me—my blouse was open most of the
way and they could see my "valley of interest."

	I got in line, which was 3 people deep.  I was waiting for less
than a minute, when a woman got in line behind me.  She had one of those
fancy vibrators in her hand—like the one C.J. had bought me.  She caught
me looking at it.  "I saw it on Oprah," she said in a hushed voice.

	"I know," I said, "my boyfriend just bought me one.  It works
great."

	"I'm glad to hear that," she said softly.  "I need to please me.
Lord knows, my bum of a husband can't."

	"You'll like it.  It sent me over the edge like that."  I snapped
my fingers.

	She smiled, and said, "You have something on you chin."

	I moved my hand up to it—it was cum!  I was standing in a
brightly lit store talking to a woman with cum on my face.  I was
momentarily embarrassed, but I shrugged it off.  I used my finger to gather
up the cum, then stuck my finger in my mouth and sucked it clean.  "Yum."
She gave me an odd look.  I leaned in close to her and whispered, "If you
really want to be sent over the edge, go back to the booths.  It is a lot
of fun."  I winked at her.

	"Booths?" she asked.

	We moved up in the line.  Softly I told her, "Yeah.  You can watch
dirty movies.  When you get to the counter, get $5 worth of tokens and go
back to the booths.  Try number 3.  It is really exciting."

	"Really?"

	"Believe me."

	I got to the front of the line.  The clerk grinned and asked,
"Where's your friend?"

	"She'll be out in a moment when her tokens run out."

	"Have you decided on a movie?"

	"Number 1—The Librarian."

	"Excellent choice.  Fill out the membership form while I get it."
He wandered back to some shelves.

	Cynthia walked through the curtains.  All eyes turned toward her.
She was topless, but held her left arm across her breasts.  Like me, her
face had cum all over it.  Also like me, she was blinded by the lights.
After a moment, she walked quickly up to me, and said quietly, "Give me my
shirt."  The woman in line behind me had a stunned look on her face.

	"Here you go."  Upon taking the blouse, Cynthia realized that she
needed to use both hands to put it on and if she did, she would be exposed
for all to see.

	She shot me a look of desperation, and said, "A little help."

	"Sure, slut," I said with a giggle.  I took the shirt back and held
it out like you would a coat.  My friend wiggled and tried to not uncover
her tits as she got into it, but she failed.  I was being devious, and held
the shirt back while she stood there exposed.  Slowly, I pulled it up to
her shoulders.  She immediately buttoned it.

	The clerk returned to the front with the video and took my form.
As he entered the information into his computer, he said to Cynthia, "I
hope I didn't scare you."

	"No, it's okay."

	"Rules are rules."

	The woman behind me asked softly, "What rules?"

	"No big deal—one person per booth and you must keep the machine
going—you must keep putting tokens in the machine."

	"Oh."  The woman caught Cynthia's eye and asked in hush tones, "Is
it exciting back there?"

	She thought for a second, then got a devilish grin on her face and
said, "Very exciting.  You should try it."

	"$98.74 for the video and vibrator."

	"I'll pay.  My treat."  Cynthia didn't stop me.

	The clerk asked Cynthia "Did like the booths?"

	"Oh yeah!"

	"Come back soon.  In fact, if you come back in the next week, I'll
give you 2 for 1 on the tokens.  Also, if you," he pointed at Cynthia,
"bring a different friend back with you next time, you'll get 25% off your
next dildo or vibrator."  She smiled at his offer.

	As I was putting away my credit card, I turned to the woman in line
and told her, "Enjoy your new toy."

	"I will."  She then said to the clerk, "$5 worth of tokens please."
She winked at me.

	As Cynthia and I walked out the car, I said to her, "You released
your inner slut."

	"You brought it out of me, SLUT!"

	We laughed as we drove away.

To be continued

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