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I was a single guy in my mid 30s, and had recently
broken up with my girlfriend of the last four years. My libido had always
been high, but now it was getting out of hand. I was running around more
and more with my pants sticking out in front as if I had a kid's ball bat
in there.
My heart wasn't yet into finding a new girl because I was still kind of
raw from the breakup with Claudia. That didn't keep me from needing sex,
though. That night I had just dined at a Mexican restaurant near
citycenter, and was driving home, wishing for some kind of interesting
diversion.
On the way, I noticed an sex arcade that I'd seen several times but never
visited. I knew from the guys at the office that the place offered sexy
books and videos. Fred had told me that you could even watch a selection
of hard-core videos in the privacy of your own booth. Tonight, that
sounded better than just going home and wanking off, and I was in no mood
for a bar.
Being a devoted pot head, I preferred weed. In fact, I'd lit another Jay
right after leaving the restaurant, and by now I was feeling the effects
of the outstanding Colombian Gold my connection had scored for me on a
recent trip to Iowa. I quickly lit another and toked three or four times
before putting it out.
I was thinking to myself, "What the Hell?" and turned in. Feeling nervous,
but already getting horny at the thought of watching some beauties suck
and fuck, I had to rearrange old "Clyde" in my pants to minimize my own
"show" before I went in.
I walked in bravely, as if I knew what I was doing. I browsed around the
books and videos for a while, the explicit pictures and words making me
harder all the time. My right hand slipped into my pocket so I could press
and squeeze my nearly seven-inch, circumcised pride and joy without being
too obvious about it. Paranoid? Naaah. But the good smoke was making my
body more sensitive than usual -- especially my cock.
I noticed that most people there were guys, but there were a couple of
attractive women, too. That surprised and excited me, even though they
were with their guys. It was just sexy and exciting to think that some
women enjoyed this, too.
Sooner or later, everyone seemed to gravitate to the arcade. I watched a
few get tokens at the counter before they went in. "Time for action," I
thought to myself, so I went over and got ten bucks' worth, wondering if
that would be enough. I figured it would, since I was already so damned
horny.
I sauntered over to the arcade trying to look as casual as I could. Yeah,
right! Like no one was going to know I was about to go into a booth and
masturbate my hot rod to a roaring climax, or maybe two. Like anyone even
cared. They were all there for the same reason: to get their nuts off.
I entered through a hallway where the movies were advertised with colorful
empty video cartons displayed in a glass case built into the wall. The
pictures of women were all great, and the men all well hung. Although I'm
not gay, like most guys I admire handsome cocks when I see 'em. And, a
couple times in my life I had taken advantage of opportunities to fool
around with a guy. Anyway, a sign explained that the number on each carton
was the channel on which that video appeared.
As I scoped out the triple-X action on the cartons, Clyde was starting to
ooze right through my shorts onto my pants. I knew I had to get some
relief or my pants would have big spots all over the front. So, I walked
on into the arcade's long, very dim hallway, which was lined with a series
of doors. Some were ajar, and I chose one of those and entered the little
booth.
There was a very low-wattage light bulb that was on but there was a switch
if you wanted to turn it off. I checked where to drop the coins and where
the seat was, latched the door, and fed a handful of tokens into the
machine. The video snow changed immediately to a clear picture of a couple
fucking. My face got all hot and flushed -- aided by the fine weed, no
doubt -- as I watched for a minute before turning off the light and
sitting down in the plastic chair. Then I flicked through the channels
until I found a video I liked better.
It showed a very pretty, golden-haired girl spread on the edge of a hot
tub moaning as her guy was licking her clit, rubbing her belly and
squeezing her butt. "Ah, yess," I sighed as I dropped my pants and pulled
my big woody out through the opening in my shorts. I let my full balls
hang over the bottom of the fly of my shorts. I liked that because it put
pressure on the bottom of my balls, which always intensified the pleasure
of masturbation. I started stroking him up and down as I stared at the
action onscreen.
The woman in the video was still moaning and sighing as I stroked myself,
getting wetter and wetter with my lube juices; but soon my stoned brain
realized that I was hearing more than one set of feminine moans and sighs.
At first I was too busy getting into the slippery feel of my fist on my
leaky cock to pay much attention, but after a few minutes it got through
to me that the sound seemed to be coming from next door. I looked around
the booth to see why those moans were so clear.
For the first time I saw an opening in the side wall, about six inches
square. "Ah Ha!" I thought. Bending a little, I looked through the hole
into the adjoining booth. The light from the screen there let me see the
bare round bottom of what I was sure was a woman moving back and forth a
little. Clyde jerked up even higher at the thought of a fine naked female
ass right there in front of my eyes... Clyde's way of saying, "Yummmmm,
gimme some of that!"
As I looked more closely, I saw she was giving head to the proud cock of a
guy seated on a bench in front of her, just like the bench in my booth. My
hand squeezed my meat harder as I watched and pumped back and forth along
the length of him a few times. Watching this action, I suddenly was hotter
than I could remember ever being. I was breathing hard, and felt like I
could tear down that damned wall.
I let out a husky groan. My fellating neighbor must have heard me through
the opening. She glanced my way, then moved her bottom over to the opening
I was gazing through and shook her cute little ass almost in my face. I
took that to mean she wanted some attention, so I reached through and
palmed her fine butt, which had the effect of causing her to sung up
against my hand in pleasure and breathe a soft, "Oh, yessss, baby!" But it
was loud enough for me to hear and the acknowledgment from her only made
me squirt more lube.
Encouraged, I moved my hand all over her round ass and up and down the
crevice between those globes, then down lower between her cheeks to her
pussy. My middle finger extended under her looking for her slit. I found
it and slid my finger back and forth along her lips.
She was sopping wet, and spread herself for me by squatting down a bit and
pushing back even more. That let me slip my finger into her fairly deep,
then I added a second finger, eliciting an, "UmmmmmmMMM!" from her stuffed
mouth. Her pussy was very snug, even with all her squishy juice, and there
was indeed lots of that.
At that instant, I would have given the world to get Clyde inside this hot
and sexy girl's inviting box. As if she could read my emotions, she
pressed her butt firmly back against the wall, my fingers still inside
her. She bent down further over the cock she was sucking, trying to raise
her ass and cunt to a position where I could fuck her. I quickly got the
idea -- Hell, I'm no dummy! -- and stood up, pointed my raging erection
through the opening and rubbed it around slickly on her bottom.
We were both hot for each other and we adjusted our stances so that my
helmeted glans -- which felt like it was about to burst -- soon found her
slit and slipped inside her one or two inches. God, but she felt like
liquid fire in there, and I was mad to plunge myself into her all the way.
But the damned wall, although only a couple inches or so thick, limited
how deep I could get Clyde into her. I raised up on my toes and pressed my
belly tight against the wall to get as far up her pussy as I could,
straining my loins forward to the max. I got maybe three inches into her
then, and just did those little "almost movements" inside her,
concentrating on expanding and compressing my cock by my squeezing butt
and pumping blood into Clyde.
She started contracting and releasing the muscles inside her pussy around
me. She was very good at it, because those soft, hot folds lining her
sweet hot cunt massaged my meat better than any hand ever could. She was
about to suck the cum right out of me with her convulsive squeezing, even
with such a shallow penetration. I whispered, "Let me come over there."
But she said, "No," and then, suddenly, she pulled away from my cock,
leaving Clyde jerking in thin air. "Nooooo," I moaned. "Please, noooo,
baby."
But almost immediately, I felt heat and wetness on my shaft again, this
time deeper, and with the distinctive roughness of a tongue on the
Oh-so-damned-sensitive underside of my helmet-glans. She seemed to like
that - - natural, I guess, since I have a bulbous, welldefined helmet with
a wide glans, just made for a woman's mouth to enjoy in several ways, as
well as being perfect for scraping the sidewalls of a pussy on the outward
stroke.
"God have mercy," I thought. "She's going down on me, now." With her
mouth, she could suck me more deeply than with her pussy in this awkward
through-the-wall arrangement. I felt like I had smoked about a
quarterpound of hash and had gone to paradise like one of the characters
from the Arabian Nights. From her back-andforth movements and little
grunts, I was sure she was being fucked from behind by her partner. That
thought made it even hotter.
Pressed up against that wall, moaning, lost in pleasure, my prick inside
her soft, sweet, fiery mouth, I felt my cum rising and whispered loudly to
her, "I'm gonna cum, girl," thinking maybe she'd pull off. Instead, she
mumbled what I took for an okay, not stopping her action but increasing
her suction. Then I lost it, squirting four or five long streams of my
overheated cream into her waiting throat. She obviously wanted it, loved
it, even.
She didn't hesitate, but took it all and sucked even harder until I was
drained and ready to collapse. That climax had felt like a fire hose
squirting, and if anything was left she sucked the last drop from me. Only
then did she let me go, making a kissy-slurpy sound as Clyde slipped from
her still-sucking mouth.
I bent and could only whisper a husky, "God, thank you, girl ... that was
the best I ever had," through the opening. Her hand brushed my cheek as if
to say, "You're welcome," and I took that soft hand and kissed it with as
much passion as I could muster in my weak state.
Then, she disappeared from my view as the three of us made ourselves
presentable to the real world again. I just sat there for a few minutes,
getting my breath and regaining my strength, letting my overstrained leg
and stomach muscles recover. Then I opened the door and went out. I
noticed they hadn't left their booth yet, so I hung around the hallway
where they would have to pass, hoping to catch a glance of her in the
light.
Then I saw them, and my heart did a quick jump. She was a real beauty,
dark haired, short, big eyes, a cute nose, and a very nice mouth (I should
have known that, right?)
Her body was obviously as good above as I knew it was below; she was well
built, tits not too big but that's the way I like 'em, and a nice little
bubble butt that I adored. I didn't even notice him, my eyes were so full
of her. As she passed, she looked at me and smiled. I wondered if she knew
that I was the guy she had just blown so wonderfully. A small smile passed
between us, hinting that she did, and then they left.
I can tell you that she gave me the best female blowjob of my life (so
far, anyway), and she was one of only two women in whose mouths I was ever
able to ejaculate -- and the other one I had to work hard at to make that
happen. Ejaculating in men's mouths was no problem for me, but with women
it was. Go figure.
Back to the story, I didn't want them to think I was stalking them, so I
waited a few minutes, then started to leave. As I passed the counter, the
clerk said, "Hey, man, the little dark-haired lady who just left asked me
to give this to the guy with the yellow shirt on your way out. You see any
other yellow shirts back there?"
"Nope," I replied, taking the offered card. There was a phone number
written on it. I could only guess what that number might lead to. Would I
call it? What do you think? I'm not stupid, after all. |
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