Jen and Stacy had read a lot of stories about adult bookstores and glory holes on the internet and in dirty magazines, and the topic fascinated them to no end. The more they thought about it, the more certain they were that this would be the perfect way to escalate their slutty behavior. They thanked God that they were eighteen and would have no problem getting into one of those places. There was one that they knew of out on Route 42, and every time they passed it they would gaze in lust at all of the pleasures advertised on the side of the building. Signs read: XXX movies and magazines; adult toys; peep shows; viewing arcades. They decided that this was the place they were going to check out.
One Saturday night they got dressed up in their sluttiest clothes: tank tops with no bras, miniskirts for easy access, and of course, no panties. They rarely wore panties anyway, it made them feel dirtier. Before they left the house, they got each other all worked up by watching some hot porn, eating each other's cunts, and telling each other how nasty they were going to be tonight. They knew that tonight they would constantly be trying to one-up each other in the filthy department. That was part of the fun. The entire drive there they discussed all of the depraved acts they were going to commit.
They arrived at the bookstore, and as they had hoped the parking lot was full. Jen and Stacy knew that inside were tons of perverts just trying to get their nut off. These men had no idea what kind of night they were about to have. The girls didn't care who they were, where they were from, or what they looked like; they were simply here to be used and abused by every cock that walked through the door.
They entered the building, and saw that the front room was filled with all the merchandise. There were shelves and shelves of videos, magazines, and sex toys. It was a porn-lover's paradise, and Jen and Stacy were definitely porn-lovers. There were about ten guys in this part of the store, all kind of milling about and looking at the porn. They all stared at the girls in surprise, including the clerk behind the counter. These guys rarely saw a woman come into this place, and if they did she was usually some old hag or accompanied by a man. They certainly never saw two hot eighteen-year-old girls come in dressed like sluts. After the initial shock, most of the men turned back to what they were doing, too embarrassed to make eye contact.
Jen and Stacy didn't know where to look first. They decided to browse the sex toy aisle. They slowly perused every item, discussing its merits or faults. They didn't purposely talk loudly, but they didn't exactly whisper either. They wanted every guy in this store to know how open they were about sex. There weren't too many toys here that the two girls hadn't tried before; Stacy's parents had a giant collection hidden in their closet, and the girls had spent months trying out everything in the box. Still, there were a few things that caught their interest. There was a giant dildo that instead of being shaped like a penis, it had a big fist at the end of it. There were anal beads that were bigger than any they had ever used before. And there was a buttplug with a pump attached to it, so you could expand it once it was inside your ass.
"Wow!" said Jen. "Now there's something I might just have to buy. Imagine how much that thing would stretch our assholes!"
The entire time they were looking at the toys, they could tell that all the men in the shop were listening intently. Most of them were pretending to be involved in something else, but Jen and Stacy could tell that they were really interested in their conversation. Many of them even had noticeable bulges in their pants. Of course the thought that they were making all these guys horny just turned the girls on even more.
Eventually they moved to the section with the magazines. They found the dirtiest ones and began to flip through them. Now they were getting extremely horny, and as usually would happen, they started to absent-mindedly rub their pussies through their skirts. Their skirts were so short just the act of rubbing made the material start to rise up, revealing the bottoms of their ass cheeks. It was clear to all the men that they weren't wearing any panties. Emboldened by this display, some of the guys began to walk up and down the aisle, casually bumping their hard crotches into the girls, or brushing their asses with their fingers. Stacy looked down the aisle and even saw one guy with his cock hanging out of his zipper, just flopping around, for anyone to see. She glanced at the clerk to make sure that what was going on was acceptable, and he just smiled and gave her the thumbs up. It was then that she knew that there were no rules in this place.
