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By Julieana

One of the most stimulating sexual turn-ons for me and my boyfriend is to tell each other about our sex acts with other people. Jim is never more aroused than when I relate in graphic detail my sex with another man. I, in turn, get off listening to him describe how he fucks other women.
Jim is a confirmed voyeur and a frequent visitor to the adult bookstores and sex shops in our city. I used to love to hear him talk about his nocturnal visits to these sex stores, about the small, dark movie booths, the grainy flash of porno on miniature screens, the men lurking in the dim corridors, and the "glory holes".
The glory holes fired my imagination. I would quiz Jim endlessly about those holes cut in the side walls of the movie booths. He would tell me stories of watching men masturbate, of watching men fuck each other, of getting an occasional blow-job himself. Jim and I are bisexual and go gay now and again for the spice it adds to our sex.
The more Jim talked about the sex shops, the more I fantasized about them, about the anonymity and instant gratification of the glory hole sex - a faceless encounter, a pure lustful sexual experience devoid of emotions and the burdens of social niceties. There was the appeal of getting what I wanted without having to involve my psycho- logical or emotional self or that of the other person. If my boyfriend could do it, why not me?
I learned from Jim that women did visit the shops, but infrequently. I figured the management would throw me out. My idea was to simply browse around, look the place over, watch a movie or two. I had no doubt the visit would be a real turn-on even without getting laid.
I drove past several of the shops and found a small operation with- out a constant flow of traffic. I was nervous as I entered the cool, dim confines of the sex shop and I knew immediately from the clerk's reception that I was not his typical customer. He tried to keep his cool, but obviously he was startled to see me there.
"We don't get many women in here" the clerk stammered. "Take your time. Enjoy yourself.. If there is anything I can do for you, ANYTHING, please let me know." I was dressed in a tight skirt and a tank top sans bra. The clerk appraised me from top to bottom, his words dripping sweat. I was pleased to see that I had aroused him. Jim had told me how he always exchanged dollars for quarters at the counter because the movie machines were operated with quarters, so I got several dollars' worth and began to browse the store.
The shop was divided into separate sections; an open front area with shelf after shelf of books and magazines and a rear area entered through a door that housed the movie booths.
The books and magazines covered every imaginable variation of sex. In front of the check-out counter were displays of sexual aids; dildos of every size and description, synthetic pussies, rubbers and French ticklers, creams and ointments. And hundreds of video cassettes. Just a sweeping glance of the erotica made me feel I had stumbled into a huge orgy. I found myself wanting to reach out and squeeze a particularly large cock on a magazine cover or to finger a pouting pussy that was aimed at me with lips spread.
Several men were browsing among the shelves and all of them covertly watched my progress along the aisles, each undoubtedly wondering what my sexual interest was, what one thing really blew my mind, made me slip over that thin line into an uncontrolled state of sexual ecstasy that can only demand: "Harder, harder, more, more!" I enjoyed being the center of attention. I glanced at each of the men. All were rather nice looking, clean cut, very average, very middle class, out to fulfill their fantasies with celluloid sex or perhaps looking for that same anonymous sex I had dreamed about for so long.
By the time I had walked to the rear of the store where the "peep shows" where shown, my pussy was moist and my nipples were tingling. There was a small marquee giving the title and one still photograph from each movie. I made a selection and moved into the dark corridor flanked by doors on either side.
The "peeps" were in small cubicles about six foot square. A coin-fed projector was built in to the wall with a back-lit screen. Most booths had simple wall bench in front of the screen so the customer could sit while watching movies. The movies were timed so that it required four or five quarters to see the entire reel. The walls were super thin with only a plywood panel between me and the persons in the cubicles on either side of me. The sounds of the movies spilled over, as did the movements and moans of my neighbors.
I selected a movie featuring two girls with a guy who had a cock that looked a foot long. I closed the door behind me and ran the slide bolt through the hasp to insure my privacy. The little room smelled strongly of sperm. I could feel my shoe sole sticking to the floor a little as I moved around. It was pitch dark and I had to feel my way to the money slot. I dropped two quarters in and settled onto the little bench to watch the action.
The movie opened in the middle of a scene showing one of the women licking the other's pussy while the woman being licked sucked on the man's cock. she was taking it way down her throat and would pull him completely out of her mouth and go down on him again, making deep, thrusting moves with her mouth. The man's cock was all wet and glistening. She looked, I thought, exactly like I do when I suck Jim off. There was lots of moaning and groaning and slurping. The woman eating her pussy started to run her fingers in to her wet hole and then up in to her anus.
The little screen projected a very muted light into the cubicle, kind of hazy, smoky dimness that softened the lines of my body. I caught myself running my hands over the wet crotch of my panties, my skirt bunched up around my thighs. I was hot as a firecracker!
I became so absorbed in rubbing my pussy, I lost track of the movie and my quarters ran out. The movie stopped, my cubicle went dark, and through the darkness I could see a small ray of light coming through the wall that separated my booth from my neighbor's.
With my own cubicle dark, the glow of movies from the neighboring booths could be seen flickering through the round holes cut into the panel walls.
I put my eye to one of the holes and seen my neighbor holding a firm erection in the grip of his fist. He was watching someone take it up the ass on the screen. As he watched, with his trousers pushed down around his thighs, he pumped away on his tool.
I watched him until his quarters ran out. I just stared at him as he pumped his meat and rubbed his hand over the purple head of his cock and massaged his balls. My own hand was active now, my fingers sliding in and out of my dripping pussy. I pinched and pulled on my aching nipples. I was sweaty all over and hot inside and out.
When my neighbor's movie ended, I whispered through the glory hole, "Hey, psssst," and dropped some more quarters into my own projector. With the light now on in my own booth, he could clearly see everything I did. And did I give him a show! I leaned back on my bench, hiked up my skirt, slid off my panties and spread my legs. He was looking straight into my crotch.
I started to give myself a workout with my fingers, reaming my pussy and ass. I slid off my tank top and twisted and twirled my nipples. I ran my panties over my face and sucked on the soaking wet crotch. Then I teased my clit with my middle finger until I had fire shooting up the insides of my thighs. I all but forgot my voyeur as I gave myself over to the pleasure and heat within me.
My movie ended and I was snatched from a thundering orgasm. I looked at the glory hole and saw about seven inches of cock protruding from it, looking as if it were growing from the wall. I couldn't believe that this guy had the nerve to stick his cock into my booth. I had the urge to bite him, but in the end I just bent to it and took it in my mouth and began sucking hungrily. Suddenly he shot into my mouth. I grabbed his cock and jerked him furiously, tasting a good mouthful of his semen. After he emptied himself in my mouth and I might add, on my clothes too, he slowly pulled himself out of the hole. I distinctly heard a sigh escaping his throat.
As I turned to sit on the bench and catch my breath, I saw another stiff cock protruding from the opposite wall. Without thinking about it for more than a second, I immediately swung my derriere around and backed up to the waiting cock. I bent forward at the waist and pushed myself onto the hardness, my sopping pussy swallowing it instantly.
I rode the throbbing stick without mercy, slapping my bottom against the wall as I pumped my ass back and forth. The nerve endings in my pussy felt electrically charged. I wanted that cock pushed up through me and out my throat, I couldn't believe how wonderful having anonymous sex could be. I was still pumping frantically when he shot his hot sperm into me. I could tell he had come but continued to pump even after he pulled out. I was so fired up that I did not realize the cock was missing; I still felt it inside me even though it was not there.
I sat there in my darkened booth breathing like a race horse who had just finished a race. Then the thought struck me... I've just fucked two men I don't know, and her I am covered with sperm, disheveled, and looking like I had just had sex with the football team. And I have to walk out of here. I knew everyone would know what I'd just done, and would be staring at me.
I slowly pulled myself together and staggered out of the booth. The light was harsh in the magazine section as I passed through it. To my relief only couple of browsers were studying the racks, and they were trying hard not to look at me. I made my exit and went home for a refreshing shower after my adventure.