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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