[In Kay's voice]

I couldn’t get my Thursday night’s conversation with Ken 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. After two 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 Ken’s studies. I told her that it had been over two weeks since Ken and I had done it, and that I felt very frisky. Cynthia looked embarrassed, so I changed the subject. We soaked for about forty- minutes. I was very tired, but when I exited the tub, a blast of wind woke me up. Suddenly, I was goose-pimply. I was 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 turned to Ken 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 Ken’s hands caressing me. I took a deep breath.

It was at this moment that I heard Cynthia. She stood 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 Ken,” I explained, “I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”

She said, “No, no. My fault. I just wanted to bring you some lotion.” I could feel her eyes lock on to my tits, which was funny, because I stared at hers too.

Cynthia shuffled off to her bedroom. I collected my things and headed to my room. My thoughts could not leave Ken’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 me, my mini-vibrator. I kept it in my purse for just such emergencies. It did the trick, and within minutes, I had 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 the 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 a biggie. I hope I didn’t embarrass you. I got to thinking about Ken, 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 I kept 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 little 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 glanced at 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 sniffled a little.

“Cyn… it’s okay. We all do it. I won’t tell Marc, I swear.” She was dried 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 that 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 Ken 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.”

After a long pause, she said, “Okay.”

I steered the car along the interstate and eventually exited when I saw the signs for the porn store. 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, and looked around to make sure no one could see her. We walked quickly to the door and entered.

The bell alerted the other four customers and the guy behind the desk to our presence. Cynthia stopped just inside 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 checked us out.

I recalled my previous visit, and started to feel hot. I flipped through a rack of videos, and this made me even hotter. I really wanted to back to go the booths and suck a few cocks, but Cynthia would never go. After five 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, “This way 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 number three.” 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?” she asked.

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 a big, fat dick. I heard Cynthia gasp. After about thirty 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 thirty, 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 squirm 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 hotter. Cynthia continued to stare at the screen. “Wow, that makes me horny, how about you?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

“I would love to be surrounded by cocks and 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 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. With reassurance, I added, “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 watcher 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 felt 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. I looked Cynthia straight in the eye, and opened my mouth and closed it over the cock. I remained motionless for a moment, as I rolled my tongue over its head. The unknown man 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 stared at me. She also massaged 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, by 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 about 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, with small tits, appeared 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 admired my tits. I put the bra into my purse. I put the blouse back on, but I only fastened the lower three uttons. 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 gasped 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.

I pulled off of it, and aimed the dick at my friend, “Now you.”

“Oh … no.”

“Come on, I dare you! 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 moistened 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 ooze out of the slit. She stuck her tongue out and licked the pre-cum. “Not bad, eh?” I asked.

“Not bad.” She resumed with her tongue. After a minute, she opened her mouth and placed it over only the second cock 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 cum. 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 three more shots hit Cynthia on the face, the last landed in her open mouth. I reoriented the dick, and put it in my mouth. I 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, Ken 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. 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, and wondered what to do when I realized that I held 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 two men in the hall. They stared at me.

I decided to go into booth number four 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 felt 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 made noises like it was going to stop soon. As I leaned down to tell Cynthia, I saw a cock poke 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 to make sure that I had left the booth. She 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 lights. As I moved toward the counter, I noticed that the store was more crowded. There were a dozen people in the store including several couples and single women. Everyone looked at me. My blouse was open most of the way and they could see my “valley of interest.”

I got in line, which was three people deep. The man in front in me with two gay, gangbang movies in his hand tried his best not to be obvious as he checked me out. I waited for less than a minute, when a woman in her mid-fifties got in line behind me. She had one of those fancy vibrators in her hand, like the one Ken had bought me.

She caught me looking at it. “I saw it on Oprah,” she said in a hushed voice.

“I know,” I said loudly, “my boyfriend just bought me one. It works great.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” she said, her voice now at a normal level. “I need to it please me! Lord knows, my bum of a husband can’t.”

“You’ll like it! It sends 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 my face. It was cum! I stood 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 explained, “If you really want to be sent over the edge, go back to the booths. They are a lot of fun.” I winked at her.

“Booths?” she asked.

The man in front of me suddenly chimed in, “They’re a blast. If you can’t get anything from your husband, you should try the booths. My wife loves them! She can’t get enough!”

I told her, “Yeah. I can’t get enough of them either! This is my second time here and I know I’m coming back for more.” The man smiled at me. I explained to her, “You can watch dirty movies. When you get to the counter, get $5 worth of tokens and go back to the booths. Try number three. It is really exciting.”

“Really?”

“It really is,” the man said. “My wife comes here about twice a week.” He lowered his voice and continue, “I like them a lot too. I don’t know who sucks more, me or her.” He winked at us.

When he got to the counter, he bought his movies, and got $10 worth of tokens. He said in a rather loud voice, “I hope there’s some guys I can help out tonight.”

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?” he asked.

“The one on channel number one,” I told him.

“Excellent choice. It is called, ‘The Librarian’. 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 loudly 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 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,” he exclaimed.

The woman behind me asked, “What rules?”

“No big deal. One person per booth and you must keep the machine going by putting tokens in.”

“Oh.” The woman caught Cynthia’s eye and asked, “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. I had one of the best times of my life! I loved it!”

“$98.74 for the video and vibrator,” the clerk announced.

“I’ll pay,” I said. “My treat.” Cynthia didn’t stop me.

The clerk asked Cynthia “Did like the booths?”

“Oh yeah!”

“Come back soon. In fact, if either of you come back in the next week, I’ll give you two for one 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 put away my credit card, I turned to the woman in line and told her, “Enjoy your new toy.”

“I will.” She turned to the clerk and said so all the store could hear, “$5 worth of tokens please.” She winked at me.

I took my time as we moved towards the door. I wanted to see what that woman would do. She paid for her vibrator and confidently walked back into the corridor with the booths. Several men quickly followed her. I chucked to myself.

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?