I Dare You Ch. 3

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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.”