Date: Tue, 3 May 2016 16:16:36 -0500
From: Charles Smythe <jasonsmythe7@gmail.com>
Subject: The Bookstore-[GH-27]-part-1-of-1

The Bookstore
Part-1-of-1

Route 1 south was relatively empty for a late Saturday afternoon. True, it
was the long way home, but nonetheless it was on the way home and not too
unusual from our normal drive around Saturday routine. This week's
fruitless adventure was to find a nice table fan at the large hardware
store on the east edge of town. I soon discovered it's easier to find moon
rocks at a flea market then it is to find a table fan at a giant category
killing retail store in Maryland in the middle of January. With the wipers
brushing the occasional errant flake of snow off the windshield, I felt it
was time to whip out my best routine, certain if the cameras were rolling,
I'd be a shoe in for the academy awards.

Looking up as if noticing the large yellow sign for the first time I said,
"Hey, you want to stop at the dirty bookstore and see if they have any new
toys?"

"Steve, please," she replied. "That worked pretty well the first couple of
years, but now you really need to consider some new material," Debbie, my
wife of twenty some odd years sighed.  I say twenty some odd because I
don't know about other guys, but for me to determine married years, I have
to take the age of our first-born then add a couple years.

But at the time, I'm thinking with my little head and he's not very good
with math.

Debbie is everything I think is perfect in a woman, five foot four, blond
hair, blue eyes, full pouty lips, 38 C"s x 29 x 39. If my cock could talk,
he'd never shut up about her butt. She's a couple pounds over and a little
soft in just the right places. In my early horny years, I thought I liked
her lean and mean. But now the big fifty is pounding me on my thinning hair
head, without a doubt, I'm certain the sexiest most boner building vision
on the planet is the slightly rubanesque, 100% certified grade A, all woman
comfort cruise with no sharp edges and ready to ride.

Now the distance between the parked family truck and the front door of the
unobtrusive establishment was a mere fifty foot, but with my shy, nervous,
life's companion, it was much like traveling straight from Miami Beach to
Mexico City. I could walk, I could run, but most of the way I was going to
have to swim. With a whole bunch of comments like, "Come on. It'll be fun.
Hey, we've been in here before. We're just playing," before she finally
reluctantly agreed.

The problem is I think she senses when I have a particular sexual idiocy in
mind. Especially when I telegraph suspect ulterior intentions by saying
things earlier in the day like, "Why don't you wear that skirt instead of
jeans," or "How about that low cut red sweater? It will keep you warm and
your breasts look spectacular in it. You know it can be chilly in the
hardware store."

Finally inside, the moderately lit interior of the store was a regular
cornucopia of erotic delights as we scrutinize the well stocked isles,
nodding occasionally to the guy behind the counter as if sharing a deeply
held secret known only to the connoisseurs of the enlightened.

Gazing around I notice only a few solitary males, curiously all about my
age, quietly and intensely studying each magazine or DVD, as if cramming
for a final exam. Yet they were all casting the occasional quick coquettish
glance in my wife's direction. Then rapidly drawing their eyes away, as if
they can't decide whether she was invading there private domain or if they
wanted to see her naked.

I also noticed one good looking early twenties couple giggling in the far
corner facing the wall as they shakily handle a very large latex dildo.
Moving within earshot, I could faintly hear them discussing what they
should tell the guy at the counter. Perhaps that it's a joke gift for a
friend, as if he never heard that one a million times before. One of these
days he's going to blurt out, "Damn lady, this is the fifth joke you've
played in the last two months," and that's why I liked this particular
store. Discretely placed in an upscale part of the county, its patrons were
mostly normal married guys or couples quietly seeking stimulations not
available at home, or in their work a day lives.

With Debbie in tow, we moved up and down the aisles, touching and poking
everything in our reach, in search of that new devious device to heighten
orgasmic bliss to a new level known only in folklore. "Hey, this is kinda
cool, what do you think Deb? It's a multi-function vibrating egg, with a
wired remote with ten different orgasm settings and it uses double-A
batteries so no crawling around the drug store looking for weird size
batteries. I like it."

Glancing nervously between the box and my eyes, she barely squeaks out, "I
don't know Steve. What do you think?"

Ah, did I detect a slight tremor of anticipation in her voice? Knowing my
wife as I do, if she doesn't say no, it means, "Oh yeah, go for it big
boy."

I announced, "My friends, I do believe, we have a very clear winner."

"Oh cut it out, you goof ball," she quipped. Slowly meandering to the
counter with a slight swagger as if I just bagged the big one, I plopped my
trophy on the counter. As my companion hung back the recommended ten
embarrassed paces, I quietly spoke to the cashier, "You have any batteries?"

He said, "No problem. Want me to load it?"

I said, "Go for it. I want to test drive this baby ASAP."

Slyly glancing at Deb, he said, "I don't blame yea." Then turning, he dug
into a box pulling out a new pack of batteries.

While his back was turned towards me, my vision played over all the items
behind the counter, finally coming to rest on what looked like a stack of
gold coins. At least they appeared to be without the assistance of my old
guy vision aids. When he turned back to me fumbling with the pack, I said,
"Are those gold coins?"

He laughingly responded, "No they aren't gold coins. They're tokens for the
private viewing booths."

"Private Viewing Booths?" I quietly exclaimed.

He said, "Yeah. They have TV screens so you can watch movies in private."

I said, "Oh, I'm sorry. I know what they are. But as many times as we've
been in here, I didn't know you had any."

"Oh yeah," he said, "They're in the back through that room over there with
the fetish DVDs." My mind was moving at light speed. Well, actually more
like the "SS Minnow" at ramming speed, as he rang up the purchase. Then
before he totaled it, he said, "Is that all?"

"Hmm, give me five bucks worth of those tokens. I think I'm going to try
out the movies."

Chuckling lightly, he handed me the tokens and faintly whispered, "Through
the door, through the curtains, then down the aisle to the booths." Leaning
forward slightly, in a conspiratorial whisper, he said, "The booths on the
ends are modified, if you know what I mean."

When I started to picking up my package, he told me that I could leave it
behind the counter until we were ready to go. Thanking him, I turned
towards an unsuspecting Deb who immediately said, "Now what's up?"

Damn, I must have had that guilty, just swallowed my lunch money by
accident grin showing. Gotha watch that. I can't get anything past her
highly honed mother's eyes. I coolly lifted her hand while steeling myself
for the sure to ensue balking and frantic back peddling. Drawing myself up
close, I brought my lips to her ear. With the fragrance of her sweet
freshly washed hair filling my senses, I softly said, "Come on, I want to
show you something cool."

Snapping her head around, our eyes nearly touching, she asked, "What?"

"Come on," I urged. "You'll like it."

"I thought we were leaving," she pleaded, not sure whether she should trust
me or not.

"Quit worrying. Come on, it'll just take a minute," I countered.

"Great." she moaned.

"Is this like, "let me put it in for just a second" or your parents will
never hear us down here, or come on, just sit on the back of this Harley
for just a second?" asked Debbie.

"No," I say, "Nothing like that. This will be fun. Its something you hafta
see."

"Oh, all right," she begrudgingly sighed. Grabbing her hand, I quickly led
her through the store. I could feel every pair of horny male eyes in the
room glued firmly to Dab's delicious derrière as we made our way into the
back room where the fetish DVDs were displayed. In the center of the rear
wall was a door opening with a black curtain blocking visual access and a
sign displayed above the arch reading, "MUST HAVE TOKENS TO ENTER."

Pulling back slightly, Deb mumbled, "I don't know about this."

In a soothing conspiratorial voice I hissed, "Ssshhh, come on. You have to
be quiet."

Relenting, she slowly exhaled, "All right, if you say so. I just hope this
is fun." Then with a flip of the curtain we were in.

Suddenly my brain, not to mention my cock was going wild. I had read about
private viewing areas but now I was actually in one with Deb. This was
great. It was just as I expected the unmistakable odor of male
testosterone; the orgasmic sounds of several different mini movies all
playing at one time. The highbrows, they would have found this to
disgusting. But to me it was absolutely exciting. I think the pervasive
smell of cum was having its intoxicating effect on Deb too; her eyes were
now beginning to glaze over. Working our way down the aisle, we found the
vast majority of the small booths were empty with their doors standing
open. Assorted flotsam and jetsam littered the floors as stark evidence of
many moments of private lust. We peeked in here and there until we reached
the end booths. The one on the very end was in use because the door was
closed and the faint flickering of a movie in process could be seen
reflecting off the floor through the gap at the bottom of the door. "Well,
I guess we'll have to take number two," I said, while slowly pushing the
door fully open.

Excitedly I drag a now clearly nervously but excited Deb in behind me.  The
stall was very small so I had to pull her closer to close and latch the
door behind us. In the very dim light, details of the interior could only
be vaguely made out. It wasn't until after fumbling with the tokens and
eventually finding the coin slot to make the TV monitor come on, that you
could actually see inside the booth.

There was a single white plastic lawn chair jammed in a corner taking up so
much of the small space that it left little room to stand. But hey, this
wasn't the penthouse suite at the Hilton ... it was first class
accommodations in Smut land where the erotic mind is the true ticket to
orgasmic Valhalla.

Still slightly dazed, I motioned for Deb to sit in the obviously dried cum
stained chair. In most circumstances, that would have totally grossed her
out but here it greatly added to the slutty ambience of the moment. Seeming
oddly relaxed, she sat back with her eyes glued to the screen as I found
the button to change channels between selections of about 10-different
scenes.

All the basics were there from gay with two guys sucking each other off, to
lesbian, to anal and gangbangs. Finally I settled on a good-looking blond
haired beautifully breasted young woman on her knees sucking a
magnificently large cock. That definitely caught Dab's attention as she let
out a quiet sexy, "Whoa."

Even in the muted light, I could see that Dab's nipples were already poking
against her tight but thick sweater, causing my cock to leap to its
straining length. My little head now taking full command of my faculties,
my hands snapped to immediate action as if drilled through many weeks of
basic training, jumping to any order given by General Little Head. My
belt-buckle undone, button unsnapped, zipper unzipped, pants down around my
knees, followed by one smooth stroke on my hard cock. My hand started below
the head, gliding down to my hanging balls and back up the shaft again,
ending up back at the now purplish sensitive head.

I rapidly reached over grabbing Dab's sweater at its lower edge, pulling it
up to her neckline causing both luscious breasts to expose themselves in
all their scrunchy hard nippled glory.

Watching my wife stare fixedly at the screen, I too turned my attention
there while slowly stroking my hard cock. We both watched in near stunned
silence as our feminine hero deep throated that hard monster all the way to
the balls.  Even now she appeared to be trying to insert them also. And
just when you think it's impossible, you see this saliva glistening shaft
extracting itself from her tight mouth, only to be drawn back in again and
again.

Eyes closed, jaw straining, saliva dripping from her chin, she now pulls
back clamping her lips around the swollen head with both hands stroking the
wet mammoth rod that it now clearly straining for release.

In one quick movement, she pulled the expanding beast from her over worked
mouth just as it released a hurricane of voluminous rope after rope of
pearly white cum all over her face ... driving with stinging force as it
slams into her craving mouth, eyes, cheeks and hair.

The cum was running in huge ropey globs down upon her beautiful upturned
milky white breasts, leaving thick strings dangling from each hardened
nipple, as he was still squirting. She was literally drenched in cum.

Even the cameraman filming this extreme cum scene exclaimed, "Whoa dude.
I've never seen anything like that."

Me neither, I thought. Looking down at Deb I said, "Wow ... Did you see
that?"

"Umm hum", Deb murmured as she softly pinched her nipples causing them to
glow brightly even in the dim shimmering light.

As the scene in the movie now changed to the next one in line I moved
closer to my now flush-faced wife. Her lips were parted as I placed my
pre-cum dripping rock hard cock in her very willing beautiful mouth. She
let out an audible gasp of pleasure as it entered sliding to the back of
her throat. Her left hand instantly rose to warmly cup and caress my heavy
balls. I leaned my head back saying, "Ah, this is as good as it gets."

As Deb was expertly and lovingly working my engorged shaft with her
talented mouth, my lustful vision was now shifting from her beautiful lips
tightly encircling my shaft, to her breasts as they jiggled and shook in
time with her ministrations on my cock to the action on the video screen ...
showing a like image of the same thing that I was now receiving. This was
pure heaven.

As my focus was shifting back towards my horny wife companion, that's when
I notice it. It took a moment for reality to adjust itself, but there it
was ... a hole about three feet off the floor and about five inches across,
an opening between this booth and the one that was occupied on the end.

As I concentrated harder, in the dim light, I could see someone's eyes
staring intently at Deb moaning and sucking greedily at my much-hardened
cock causing an exquisite spasmodic pulse to travel from my balls to the
tip of my cock. I was releasing more pre-cum, making Deb moan a little
louder as the fresh flavor burst upon her taste buds. It caused the
simultaneous effect forcing her hand to release my balls and to move
rapidly to her now steaming pussy as a fresh flood of juices expel
themselves from the very depths of her fiery womanhood past the cleanly
shaved lips of her now sopping wet pussy ... adding yet another large wet
mark to the already cum stained chair.

Trying to straighten herself, Deb reached out with her right hand and found
the hole in the wall. Using it for leverage, she pulled herself up and
returned her hand to my enraged cock, not knowing she had inadvertently
signaled interest in our neighbor.

Obviously, our neighbor was an experienced player in this game. His very
hard but small cock and balls appear through the hole. He must have had his
belly pushed tightly against the adjacent wall. This causes my cock to
lurch once again, for as I have discovered, many guys my age have a deep
seated fantasy of seeing their long time mates handle and perform with a
strange cock to show off her varied talents acquired from our many years of
passionate lovemaking. And here it was, hanging only inches from the side
of Deb's face.

Just seeing this strange cock so close to Deb's face was causing my wet
saliva covered balls to rise threatening to unload themselves into Dab's
ravenous mouth. Now feeling the need to slow the rate of my orgasmic rise
and to act on my fantasy, I gently removed her stroking right hand off my
wet engorged cock. Her eyes immediately snapped up to my face with that
well known look saying, "What? What did I do wrong? Why did you stop me? I
was going to cum too."

I soothingly said, "I don't want to cum yet. Just relax. I want to show you
something."

Then I moved her hand over a few inches, twisting it very gently to place
its open palm on the strange cock visiting her through the hole in the
wall.

As realization crept into her awareness, Deb immediately pulled her hand
away as if it had been stung by a bee. Flipping in her chair around, she
stared at this strange apparition.

Our neighbor it seems being a veteran of this activity never moved a
muscle.

Deb just sat and looked at it, then up into my eyes as if searching for
approval, then back to the small cock again.

Then ever so slowly and cautiously she reached out and actually petted the
little shaft as one would pet a small cute animal, gently stroking her
fingers starting at the head down to his tight balls. She repeated this
several times before removing her left hand from between her legs and
wrapping it firmly around my cock and at the same time, ceasing her petting
motions on the stranger's cock.

Then she grabbed the shaft of his stiff manhood as if finally acknowledging
it for what it was ... a cock in need.

She started to stroke both of us in unison. I was ecstatic. It was like
being part of a living breathing x-rated movie. Wow. Wow. Wow.

Again staring up in my eyes searching for approval and having received it,
Deb slowly leaned over and took his small cock in her wet, warm mouth.
Hearing an audible moan through the wall, she must have struck a
magnificent cord, for as she removed her mouth from his organ and started
to hungrily suck mine, his cock and balls spasmmed, expelling his creamy
white load onto her still stroking hand and down to the floor.

What a sight. Deb also turned to watch with satisfaction the fruition of
her first naughty exploration. Stroking his member slowly until every
available drop was extracted from his now shriveling cock.

When Deb released it, the cock was instantly withdrawn from the hole.

Hearing a flurry of zippers and belt rattling, it was only seconds until we
heard him burst through his door and make his escape.

I was breathing heavily from the excitement. I looked down at my beautiful
wife with her sweat-covered breasts heaving and her stranger cum covered
hand. I lustily whispered, "Man that was something."

Looking up at me she said, as she was looking for something to wipe her
hand on, "Oh, it was ok. I can see you loved it, Mr. Hardguy, but don't
expect me to do it again. This is going to cost you a dinner you know."

I quickly responded, "Whatever you want, Blossom, you got it. That was
fantastic."

"Ok, just so you know," she said as she started to stroke my hard cock
again, now determined to get me off so we could leave. Just as she was
bringing her luscious mouth to my cockhead, we heard someone enter the
neighboring booth rapidly, followed by the sound of a jingling belt buckle
and a zipper fly down.

Deb looked up at me with a startled look, taking her hand off my excited
cock and yanked down her sweater covering those glistening beauties.

Mouthing the words, "Let's go ... this is too weird," Deb started to rise
from her very wet seat. Well, this guy must have either heard us playing
with his booth's former occupant or that guy told him, because without any
foreplay or fanfare he shoved his cock through the hole. And what a cock it
was.

Debbie rising from her chair to leave glanced at it and was immediately
spellbound.

Holding her arm to help her rise, I could feel a light quiver run all
through her. She stopped in mid stride and just stared. It was probably
only seconds but seemed like an eternity. Her eyes totally glazed over and
fixed on the vision before her. My cock is normally seven inches, seven and
a half on a very horny day, like right now, but his was a sight to behold.
In its half risen state, it was as larger as mine and rising fast.

Deb must have completely forgotten about her intended hasty departure, for
she was slowly lowering herself back into the chair while bringing her hand
to my excited cock, giving it a very hard squeeze as she fully seated
herself.

Moving in an automated motion, she leaned forward toward this new invader.
Bringing her hand up under this massive being and lifting it up to gently,
she nuzzled and rubbed this divine log against her cheek. Having to retreat
several inches to bring his cock head to her mouth, Deb literally purred as
her tongue shot out and tenderly licked all the way around his engorged
head and noisily slurping a large drop of pre-cum from the pee-slit.

Turning back toward me, she looked up, eyes sparkling like a kid with a new
toy, running her tongue across her wet pouty lips, she silkily whispered,
"May I?"

"Suck it," I barely grunted.

Taking her left hand from my cock, she spun entirely around in her seat
grabbing his largeness with both hands instantly plunging it between her
very wanton lips.

I can hardly remain standing witnessing this unimaginable erotic display
playing out before me. I had to slump heavily against the far wall just to
remain upright, fisting my cock as a man possessed, for I was totally
possessed in pure ecstasy of lust. As my senses took in everything at an
incredible rate Deb's womanly scent completely filling our enclosure,
intoxicating me to my very being.

Debbie was faintly moaning as she desperately worked his cock deeper into
her mouth. Her hands moved almost in a blur as they twisted and pulled at
his huge cock.  As she tried to stuff more and more down her hungry
straining throat, Deb's body movements were hinting at signs of frantic
need.

The small constant orgasms were now no longer friendly, instead were
teasing, moving closer then fainting away, with her heavy drool running
down his shaft and dripping off her frenzied hands. I knew my lover had all
the foreplay she could withstand. I reached over and gently touched her
shoulder to slow her down.  And this one movement now started an incredible
chain of events taking even me by total surprise. As if my touch triggered
something in her, Deb immediately pulled her mouth off his cock with a
noisy popping sound and removed her hands from his shaft.

She shakily stood, looked me hazily in the eyes and pushed me back against
the far wall, while muttering, "I'm sorry, I just have to." Then she
grabbed the chair, swung it around, it's back pinning me to the wall.
Reaching back to her ass with both hands, she flipped her short skirt up
over her back. Grasping both arms of the chair, she pushed her ass back
hard against the wall completely impaling herself to the balls on his
monstrous cock.

Her normally tight hot pussy instantly gobbled up the entire length of his
glorious manhood until he had no more to give.

Her face was just inches from my crotch.

My cock hung over the top of the chair aiming straight at her face.

I watched incredulously as her eyes flew open to their widest. I had ever
seen, her mouth flared so wide, as she had the largest load blowing orgasm
I have witnessed in my life.

Her pussy clutched his giant tool as it expelled her sweet flavored liquid,
splashing off his heavy hanging balls and running down the wall.

This proved too much for our mystery lover who with one mighty lunge, shot
the fertile seed of his manhood violently into the deep folds of Deb's
womanhood. A deep grunt escaped from far deep within her as she accepted
all he could offer. As my mind reeled, my cock instantly exploded ... sending
multitudes of thick streams of white cum splashing across her beautifully
lust tortured face.

Pulsing so intense that my knees began to buckle, I desperately grabbed the
back of the chair to keep from falling to the floor.

For five full minutes, nothing could be heard but our combined labored
breathing, each lost in there own scattered, confused thoughts.

Feeling Deb move slightly, I sensed he was beginning to withdraw his now
exhausted rod, finally exiting with a muted pop, accompanied by the sound
of their mixed juices dripping to the floor.

Deb slowly rose and on shaky legs, spun slowly around and clunked back into
the chair causing it to creak as if threatening to break in half. But I
guess at that moment it contained much more energy than any of us
possessed.

Sitting there, Deb was a gorgeous erotic mess with cum smeared all over her
face and running down her legs.

Hoarsely she squeaked out, as her throat had just taken a tremendous
pounding, "I must be quite the sight." At which time a masculine hand
extended through the hole bearing a handful of new white paper towels.

"Oh my, and a gentleman too," she laughed,

I accepted them from him saying a very tired, "Thanks."

He then responded in a deep voice, "No, I must thank you and your lovely
wife."

"You're very welcome", I said, "It was our pleasure and yours too I hope."

Debbie was still a little dazed as I proceeded to wipe her off.

A second later the second stranger's hand came back through the hole... this
time with a business card in his hand that I quickly stuffed into my
pocket.

I then heard him exit the booth.

Standing her up, we also left.

Much more lucid now, Debbie was returning to her old self again as we made
our way back through the store, avoiding all the curious stares of the
other patrons. It seemed like hours since we'd first entered that booth but
in fact only about forty-five minutes had elapsed.

Nearing the exit door Deb drew me close and whispered in my ear, "I think
I'll take that dinner offer back. I believe I owe you dinner Stevie boy."

Then a large drop of his cum mixed with her juices spattered on to the
floor from between her legs.

As we were exiting through the door, she stopped staring directly at the
wet pile of white liquid on the floor. Giggling she jokingly said, "They
better watch out. Somebody might slip on that stuff. I know I did."

The end...