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These are the current parts of Glroy Hole (Parts I - IV). Please
note that Parts I - III are <RP> (reposts) for those who either
wanted them again, or did not get them the first time around.
Subsequent parts to follow as they are done.

Enjoy,
Bulldog

This story is a work of fiction. No person in it exists - beyond
the writer's warped imagination. This story contains material of
a VERY sexual nature and is not suitable for reading by most
people. If you are younger than 21 years of age, live in any sort
of repressive environment, household, township, city, county,
state, nation, or universe - stop reading, and delete all files
(including this one) from you HDD (hard drive)! There are even
sexual encounters that will make all but the most hardened
readers blush, gag, and run for the toilet. Things happen, that
would never (wink-wink) happen in real life... in suburbia... in
America... or any place else, for that matter. 

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If you are old enough, live in just the right places, can stomach
stories of a wild and crazy sexual nature, then read on, and I
hope you enjoy. The Bulldog - the_bulldog@newsguy.com 



The Glory Hole
By The Bulldog
  The Bulldog 2001/2002

All material   The Bulldog 2001/2002, and as such, may not be
reproduced in any form, without prior written consent. 


Warning 1: this story contains material of an adult, sexual
nature. It is solely fiction, and is meant for an adult audience
and is, in no way, intended for reading by anyone considered as a
minor in any area of the world. It is also not intended to be
read by those residing in any area, township, state, country, or
principality, where the reading and possession of stories
containing sexual content is prohibited. If you have any doubts
about the legality of either possessing, or reading this story in
the place of your residence, I suggest that you destroy it,
immediately, and read no further. It might actually be a good
idea to wash out your hard drive with a strong disinfectant and
cancel your Internet Service contract, but that is your personal
choice. All of the characters are solely imaginary and bear no
resemblance to anyone, living or dead. All other standard
disclaimers apply, as do any non-standard disclaimers, and any
and all disclaimers not   by others. 


Warning 2: this part of this story contains references to IR sex,
oral, anal, and toys. Additional parts will contain these, and
more. Each part will be identified, as to the sexual content of
that part. As Part I is basically the setup, not much happens,
except a bit of dialogue, a touch of character development and
some foreshadowing. 




Part I
Chapter 1

"What'chu mean, a GLORY HOLE?" Ray demanded. "I ain't never heard
of no GLORY HOLE!"

"Calm down, little bro'. It's gonna be fun. Just you wait and
see." Jamal reassured the younger boy, "there's plenty of white
women, who'd just love to get their lips on what you got between
your legs. Lighten up and listen. Here's the plan. First, we go
over to the bookstore on Frasier Road, you know the one past the
rail yard? Then Clarence and I'll go in, 'cause ya' need to show
an I.D. We'll head back to the 'hole' and unlock the backdoor, so
you can come in. That way you don't have to flash no card at the
man at the front door - he says ya' gotta' be 18 to enter, you
know? Me n' Clarence got I.D.s so we can get right in, besides we
look 18! You OK, so far?"

 "I don't know, man, it all sounds weird to me! Tell me some more
about this 'glory hole' thing."

" Then we go behind this wall that's beside the toilet. It's got
a couple of holes cut in it, and you stick your dick through the
hole an get a bj from ladies... white ladies mostly, who love to
suck cock. I guess their husbands and boyfriends won't let 'em do
THEM, so they go down to a 'glory hole' to get a mouthful, if you
know what I mean?"

"I don't know man. Is it all white women?"

"Nah, sometimes there's a sista' or two, but not often. I suppose
they get all they want at home!" Jamal added.

"What about dudes? They ever got any dudes there?" Ray asked.

"Nah, not usually... "

"But what if they DO have some dudes? Man I don't want some
D-D-DUDE sucking on me!" Ray stammered.

"Don't worry little bro' we drilled a secret hole in the wall and
can watch who comes and goes, so you won't have to stick your
dick through the wall unless it's for someone, who you WANT to
suck it." Clarence chimed in.

"Shit, man! I don't know... " Ray whined, "this is just too
fucking weird, man!"

"Come on, you said you wanted a bj, didn't ya? This is the
easiest way to do it. Some gal gets her mouth filled up and you
get blown. Nobody sees ya' or knows who ya' are. It just happens.
Easy, man, real easy!" Jamal grinned, "and you being 16 ain't a
problem either. As big as your pecker is, any white woman's gonna
think you're a full-grown man! What ya' say?"

"OK, but only if I get to see who's gonna be suckin' me off and I
don't have to stick my dick through no wall, if I don't want to!"
Ray blurted. "You swear there aren't any dudes?"

"Nah, Ray, no dudes."

"What do I have to do, get it hard for them?" Ray asked,
obviously getting more involved in the plan now.

"Easy as pie, man," Clarence said. "All you have to do is look to
see who's there, and if you like 'em, you just stick your dick
through the wall. That's all there is to it. You just stand
there, and they do all the work."

"Do you shoot in their mouth?" Ray asked.

"Some want you to, others will take your dick out of their mouths
and jack you off. Some want you to shoot on their face, some want
you to shoot on their tits. One woman turned around and stuck her
ass up to the hole and begged me to fill her asshole with cum!"
Clarence grinned. "Man she had one fat ass, that bitch! I
understand why her old man wouldn't let her suck his dick."

"Oh man, you mean they're fat and probably ugly too?" Ray
grimaced.

"Nah, this one was fat, but had a cute face and a really cute
mouth. She just wanted her asshole filled, that's all. I was
cummin' and spraying and she never did get my dick up her, before
I had soaked her down, but good," Clarence laughed. "I've been
waiting for her to come back, and I'll stick it right up her
poop-chute, and it won't cost her one dime!"

"You mean they PAY for this?" Ray demanded.

"Yeah, they pay $10.00 to the dude at the door. Then they get a
bunch of quarters and head back to the peep show booths. When
they get all hot and bothered, they come to see us!" Clarence's
grin filled his entire face, exposing a mouthful of bright white
teeth, with one gold-rimmed crown, which glistened in the
afternoon sun. "As soon as you get out of school tomorrow, we'll
pick you up by the gym and head over there. A lot of these ladies
like to do their 'shoppin' before their kids get home from
school, and their husbands get home from the plant!"

"Yeah," Jamal added, "some places got holes in the wall right
there in the peep-show part, but not this place. Sometimes, too,
the chick will stick her finger in the hole and that's a sign
that she wants your dick to be stuck back through. That's OK in
most 'holes' but since we have a lookout hole there, we already
know when they're ready. We're ahead of the game!"

"OK, OK, I'll do it, but don't I get some of the money?" Ray
inquired.

"Nah, little bro' we're taking the chance, sneakin' ya' in, and
all that shit, so you only get a blowjob - only get a blowjob -
doncha' love the sound of that?" Jamal intoned. "Like when I was
your age, I wish some of my older friends had set ME up to get a
blowjob. Now here you go asking to get paid, PLUS a blowjob. Man
you kids have NO values today... no sense of ethics" Jamal's
voice trailed off as he shook his head in mock disgust. "Man, all
I really need myself is just the blowjobs, the few bucks are just
walkin' round money, you know, chump change. Me n' Clarence need
it to buy gas for my car and all, plus to get all sweet-smellin'
for the white ladies, ya' know what I mean, Vern?" Jamal tried to
do his best Jim Varney imitation, but came out sounding more like
Richard Prior.

Jamal was grinning as broadly as Clarence, who was poking Ray in
the ribs.

"Come on, little bro' this is gonna be fun. All ya' do is stick
out your dick and some white bitch comes over and sucks it! Man,
what could be better than that?"

"I don't know man, I just hope she's not fat and ugly! And hear
me, both of you, NO DUDES! Do you understand? I don't care what
color they are. NO DUDES! Read my lips!" Ray snapped, trying for
George Bush, but failing miserably. "You sure I can see who's in
the toilet? Cause I'm not sticking my dick through some hole and
letting some fat ugly white woman suck me off, or no DUDE! Ya'
got that?"

Chapter 2

"Will you be able to get the present this afternoon, Sue?" Connie
Ferguson asked. "We need to wrap it for Sharon before the
shower."

"Sure, I'll head over to that shop after class today, 'cause I
don't want to be in that part of town after dark. It's bad enough
that I'm going to an adult bookstore, much less in that part of
town," Sue Shamansky added. "But at least no one will recognize
me over there... at least I hope not!"

"Don't worry. All you have to do is park around back, walk along
the east side of the building between the pool hall, and poof,
you're right in the door. Tell the man behind the counter that
you want a dildo as a gift for a friend and he'll fix you up. Oh,
Sharon is gonna' get a kick out of this. I'll bet Jeff gets a
kick out of it too, once they're married."

"Is this the best gag gift we can come up with? I mean how about
something from Frederick's of Hollywood? They have one over in
Sunland Mall. It would be a lot easier than this," Sue said.

"Now, we've been through all that, and ALL the girls have decided
that a dildo would be funnier, than some crotchless panties, or
something from Frederick's. Besides, you might find something
there that YOU'D like too," Connie smirked.

"I doubt that very much, thank you!" Sue snapped in mock anger.
"My social life has really picked up recently, so I won't be
needing anything from that little shop of horrors!" she grinned.

"Yeah, I've noticed the increase in your social activity, all
right - like chaperoning the 9th grade sockhop?" Connie teased.

"Well, I have to say that that sockhop WAS the highlight of this
Fall's social calender!" Sue said smiling smugly. "Some of those
9th grade boys were really putting the moves on the girls. If it
hadn't been for me and Mr Thomas, from Shop, there's no telling
what might have happened. Wow, the hormones were reallyrushing!"

"Yeah, I know what you mean. Bob Matthews nearly caused cardiac
arrest, when he used his reproductive organs chart in health
class last week. A couple of the boys nearly swallowed their
tongues on that one! A few of them thought that that chart was a
dream come true. I'll bet that Matthews has it locked in the
school safe" Connie mused.

"Poor guys are so awkward at that age. They think they know what
it's all about, but really haven't a clue. They step all over
themselves to be near the girls, but are still wishing they
didn't have to have anything to do with them. They'll get over
it, and sooner than they realize," Sue added. "Yeah, like I wish
Pete White would get over it and realize that girls, no women,
aren't really all that bad," she thought to herself. "Hell, I
don't need any real commitment from him, just for him to relax
around me, and not be so defensive. It's not like we both haven't
been through some serious relationships in our past."

"What was that, Sue?" Connie asked.

"Oh nothing, I was just thinking aloud," she said. "I was just
thinking about Pete, that's all."

"So you two are still together?"

"Sort of. He thinks that I'm trying to rope him into marriage,
but I realize that he needs his space. I wouldn't mind a little
commitment, maybe a little more open communication, but he's
always holding me off. Sometimes he has that 'deer in the
headlights' look in his eyes. Poor baby. I don't want to take him
away from his buddies, and his sports, but it would be nice if
our relationship picked up a notch. That's all."

"Well, if you want a real relationship, you just might want to
look for a dildo for yourself, while you're at the shop today.
That'll provide you with all the comfort that a woman your age
could want, ha-ha-ha," Connie giggled.

"What's with the age joke, I'm only a few years older than you,
you know?" Sue shot back, feigning anger. "Just because my
additional maturity gets me through these 'dry spells' in one's
sex life, more than yours does, don't show your jealousy. I'll be
just fine, WITHOUT a dildo, thank you!"

Sue laughed aloud at that last comment. Yes, she had masturbated
in college and grad- school, and then some afterwards, but hadn't
really done so for some years now. When she began teaching, she
was dating Harvey Farmer, a chemist at the tire company, and they
had a great sex life, at least as far as she was concerned. She
never even gave consideration to the possibility that Harvey
would fall in love with a girl from shipping and run off and get
married. It wasn't long before she had met Bob Thompson and
entered into what became an affair. It was a couple of months
before she realized that Bob was married to a lady over in
Waterton, and was living a double life. "Damned the sex was good,
though!" she thought. The years had flown by, and there were a
few more guys in her life, but no one wh meant much until Peter.
Now, at 49, Sue was in love, and ready to set up house for good,
but 'old Pete' had a case of cold feet. Well, she wasn't going to
let that bother her. She had three more classes that afternoon
and a detention session that she had taken from Luther Hall for
the rest of the week. When she finished with that extra
half-hour, she'd head across town to the adult bookstore and pick
up the shower present for Sharon Whitehead, a math teacher who
was getting married just after Christmas. The little clique of
teachers had decided to get Sharon a dildo, or vibrator, as a gag
gift. Of course, all of them had gotten her 'real presents,' but
this would be the laugh of the party. Since she was the only one
of the group, who was not married, and had a real home life, she
had offered to go and pick it up. Thinking about the drive to
that side of town, and the shame of going into an adult bookstore
gave her second thoughts about her decision. "What if someone
sees me, and recognizes me?" she thought. "Oh, I could never live
that down."

"Did you say something, Sue?" Connie asked.

"Oh, I just said, that I could never live down the trauma, if
someone recognized me going into that shop. That's all."

"Don't worry about that. That's not the side of town that you
spend much time in, is it?" Connie said with a sly grin.

"No, of course not. It's just that I wouldn't want anyone to be
driving by, or anything, you know?"

"Not to worry, I'm telling you. Except for the glory hole there,
it's not even much of an adult bookstore and peep show."

"Glory hole... what's that? Sue asked.

"Oh, well... it's kinda' like... um-m-m... I don't quite know how
to describe it. It's this place where people go to have sex."

"Like a brothel?" Sue inquired.

"Uh, no, not like a brothel, exactly. What they have... so I've
been told is... uh, I've never been in there myself you know, but
what they have is a peep show with little projection booths.
You've seen those, huh? People go there to see the filthy
movies."

"Kinda' like at the motels out on Railroad Street?"

"Well, kinda' like that, but private booths, and you pay for the
movies with quarters, a handful of quarters. You just keep
feeding the quarters in until either you see all of the movie, or
you run out of quarters. Each booth has a different movie."

"Yeah, but what's the 'glory hole' part? Is that one of the
movies?"

"No, it's kinda' an added attraction. Yeah, that's it - an added
attraction, like at the real movies, when they have a second
feature. Only this one's real."

"Real, like how?" Sue asked.

"Real, like in actual real live sex, that's how." Connie said.
"There's real live sex."

"Why call it a 'glory hole' and not a 'real live sex place?" Sue
puzzled.

"Well, I think it's because men stick their things through HOLES
in the wall and people suck them."

"WHAT?" Sue blurted. "You've got to be kidding me, right? People
don't stick their... their things through holes and get sucked!
You're making this all up, aren't you?"

"No, I most certainly am not! Lily Gottenhammer, and some of her
friends from the bowling league went there one night. They were
having a bachelorette party for one of the girls, and since this
town doesn't have a male strip club, they went out drinking and
kinda' ended up there on a dare. Lily said that the girls all
went in and got change for the projectors and were all whooping
it up and making loud, lewd comments. The proprietor came to the
back and kinda' whispered that he had this glory hole thing in
the bathroom, and that he usually charged folk $15 to use it, but
he'd make an exception, seeing as how this was a bachelorette
party, and as how they had already spent so much money on the
video peep shows. He took them back to the bathroom and showed
them a wall with two holes in it. He knocked on the wall a couple
of times and they heard some shuffling of feet. In a second, two
things were hanging out of the holes!"

"Two things? These were real things? Real penises?"

"Yeah, one was Black and one was white, and both were real big!"

"Real big? Like how big? Six inches?"

"No, like REAL big! Like 10 inches - and thick too!" Connie
added, getting flush with the story. "Man you really DO need to
improve your sex life, if you think 6 inches is big!"

"No way, come on. You're puttin' me on, right?"

"Way! I'm telling you exactly what Lily told me, but wait. The
girls were embarrassed and didn't know whether to run, or what.
They asked what this was all about and the man told them that
this was his 'glory hole.' He went on to explain that the men
behind the wall could not see the women, and were just regular
guys there for some fun. He got one of the girls - the one who's
bachelorette party it was, to touch one of the penises. She was
hesitant, at first, but kinda' tickled it. You know, like she
didn't think it was real, or something."

"Well, was it real?" Sue asked.

"Oh it was real, alright. It started to stiffen and got hard and
stuck straight out from the wall. The guy was pressed so close to
the wall on his side, that his pubic hair was pushed through the
hole."

"Was it the Black one, or the white one?" Sue asked.

"It was the white one. It was the closest to the girls, so they
took turns rubbing it. Finally, as it was starting to drip a
little, Lily got down on her knees and began licking the tip.
Just a little, at first, but soon taking the whole thing into her
mouth. The other girls didn't quite know what to do, but after
watching Lily for a second, and after the videos, and the beer
and Champagne, they were soon taking turns with each penis and
whooping it up again. The proprietor was really enjoying it, and
soon he had his pants down and all the girls took turns licking
on him. It was quite a party! The Black guy had maybe five
climaxes. Each time he'd cum, another girl would attack him and
get him up again. They made it into a competition or something.
The manager and the white dude finally had had enough, and the
girls were starting to sober up, so the party came to a halt. Now
don't ever tell Lily that I told you about this, OK?" Connie
demanded.

"Don't worry, I won't breath a word. Like I believe a word - yeah
right!" Sue smirked.

"Oh, I believe Lily. I've been out with her at a few NEA
conventions in St Louis and Cleveland, where she had been
drinking. Oh, the things that she's say to men on the street. You
know, men she didn't even know. She could make a sailor blush. I
believe her, and I've heard from other women too. I haven't
actually seen this 'glory hole,' but I believe that it's there.
Take a look for me, and report back if you believe it. Just say
you have to go to the can, or something. Don't pay $15 or
anything like that. Just go in a take a look. Tell me if you
don't see two holes, about large enough for men's things to stick
through... "

"No promises. I said that I'd pick up the dildo. That's all. Any
detective work will have to come when there is an opportunity. I
just want to get in and out. That's all!" Sue was adamant.

"OK, so maybe just stick your head in the toilet, just to look,
OK?"

"Maybe stick my head in the toilet! I'd say not! But maybe I'll
look around a bit, but then maybe not. We'll see. Like I said, I
just want to get in, get the dildo, and get out, OK? Nothing
more. We'll see. We'll just have to see." Sue stammered, not sure
of this story, at all. "Glory hole, yeah right! I'll show you a
'glory hole." She grabbed at her thigh, like men always did, when
they were 'out with the boys,' and said, "I got your 'glory hole'
right here!"

Connie laughed. "With one that big, you'd do well behind that
wall!"

Both women left the teacher's lounge and returned to their
respective classrooms. For Sue, the afternoon dragged on amidst
History and Social Studies. At least the good laugh that she and
Connie had had in the teacher's lounge had brightened her day.
"Glory hole, yeah right!" she thought.

Chapter 3

Sue Shamansky drove her car out of the teacher's parking lot at
Congress Middle School.

"Damned, only a quarter of a tank of gas," she thought. "Hope
that that's enough to get me there and back. I really don't want
to run out of gas in that part of town."

That damned detention duty that she had taken for Mr Hall this
week was starting to wear thin. Only one boy in it today, but it
was costing her nearly an hour of her time off, and then she had
her own detention duty all of next week too.

"If I stop now, I'll catch rush hour at the plant and not get
home until after 6:30," she thought. "I'll just keep an eye on
the gauge and not run out!"

Her Cutlas merged seamlessly into the light afternoon traffic on
the expressway, and in no time she had found the Carter Road
exit.

"Hm-m-m, Carter Road to 14th Avenue," she thought, "then down
14th, across the railroad tracks to Frasier Road, right across
from the plant. This really isn't too bad, and I'll be home by
6:00, before the traffic gets really heavy."

Sue thought back to years gone by, when the plant ran
around-the-clock shifts, and thought of how much smaller the work
force was now. Then, the first shift would have left at about
3:00 with the second starting then until 11:30, or so. The
parking lot was still full, but this was the entire workforce,
not just one third of it, as in years past. The economy had not
been kind to the plant, but for that matter, it hadn't been kind
to the entire town. The plant, and a few small businesses were
about all that they had anymore. Main Street was closing down,
and the few businesses that were still operational, were talking
about moving out near Sunland Mall. The area between the railroad
and the plant had always been light industrial, but now all that
remained was rusting steel and pieces of corrugated metal forming
fences around nearly vacant lots. The two small neighborhoods
between the expressway and the railyard had vanished.

"Yeah, the expressway will really bring 'em into town," she
mimicked the words from the TV, uttered by politicians, who
championed the building of the expressway. "Customers will be
lined up for miles, trying to get to downtown, just to buy
things! Yeah, right! At least the plant is still in operation."

"Oh, there it is," she hesitated, as the sight of the adult
bookstore sent a shiver of abject terror through her body. "I
guess that I really have to do this. I'll be quick, and get in,
and out, and nobody will EVER see me."

She surveyed the plant's parking lot, and didn't see any
activity. Just like Connie had instructed, she pulled behind the
ramshackle building into a muddy parking lot. She nervously
looked all around the lot, but there weren't cars, or anybody
moving. The only sounds came from the mud puddles, that she had
driven through, as the water ran back into the holes that pocked
the lot.

"In and out... that's all I need to do," she whispered, as she
locked the car. "Damned, I wish I'd bought that Jetta, like I
wanted. It had an infrared burglar alarm feature, right on the
keychain." the only problem was that with the money that she was
putting away for retirement, there just wasn't a lot left over
and the Cutlas had been paid for for about four years, anyway.
That, and the fact that she wasn't driving a foreign car,
especially out here near the plant.

Sue stepped around the mud puddles, and walked between the pool
hall, just as Connie had advised. She was surprised to see that
the pool hall was closed, and wondered if it was just part of the
economy, or if someone new was opening it up. Being just across
the street from the plant, it couldn't help but make money.

"Here it is," she thought, as she reached for the door, "just get
in and get out."

Her heart was pounding and her breath was coming in short harsh
bursts.

"Just get in, and get out... "

Sue caught her breath as she cleared the door.

"Oh, uh... hi!" she blurted, upon seeing a young lady behind the
counter in the adult bookstore. Connie's story about the
proprietor, who ran the place, and his 'glory hole," had
conditioned her to expect some bald headed fat guy, in a
sleeveless t-shirt to be running the place. Here was a woman,
about thirty, sitting bored behind a glass counter next to an old
looking cash register.

The woman looked up and barely took notice of Sue. "Peeps, or
books?"

"Uh, uh, I really, uh... I'd better, uh... " Sue stammered.

"What's your pleasure - peeps, or books?" she asked again, with
some obvious boredom.

"Well, I'm here to, uh, buy a gift for a friend, uh, you know a
toy. Yeah, it's for a friend, who's getting married, you know, a
shower gift. I'm looking for a toy, a dildo, you know, a
vibrator, for a friend, uh, not for me, you know for a friend,"
Sue blurted out. She was very obviously becoming more and more
flustered and the woman behind the counter wasn't putting her at
ease.

"Well what is it that you want, a dildo, a vibrator, or what?"

At least she was getting somewhere now. "Just get in, and get
out," she thought to herself. "Uh, I don't know. We talked about
a dildo, but maybe a vibrator would be better. What do you
think?"

"I wouldn't know. I don't use them myself," the woman said with a
sly smile.

"Yeah, I'll bet you don't," Sue thought. "OK, why not just get me
a dildo then."

"What kind? Realistic? Big? Anal? Do you want it to vibrate too?"
the woman asked, starting to have fun with Sue's discomfort. "You
want one for two gals?" she went on to ask, or will you be using
it by yourself?"

"No, I told you it was for a friend. You know, a shower present.
A gag gift, you know? It's not for me. It's for a shower - for
another teacher... " Sue stopped, realizing that she had said
more than she intended to say, and now was becoming really
embarrassed.

"I knew this wasn't a good idea," she blurted., "but they said to
come over here and get one. I should have just gone to Fredrick's
like I wanted"

"No, that's alright," the woman said, her voice softening a bit.
"We have a bunch of dildos and vibrators. Here, I'll show you a
few."

She walked around the case and led Sue to a pegboard covered wall
that was absolutely filled with rubber penises. They were in
every size, every color, and in about every shape. Sue's eyes
darted all around the wall, trying to take in the magnitude of
the selection.

"Wow, I had no idea. I thought that they were pretty much all the
same," she breathed.

"No, they make 'em for everyone's taste. I've got dildos to fill
every hole and then some. I could sell you one for each day of
the week... no for each day of the YEAR!" she said with obvious
pride. "I've got em' from purse sized, to King Kong sized," as
she pointed to a package near the bottom of the wall, that held
the largest block of rubber that Sue had ever seen.

"Shit," she exclaimed, and then looked around, as though someone
else had spoken. "I've never seen anything like THAT!"

"Well, I think it's just for novelty, 'cause no woman could ever
fit that in her. I don't care how many kids she's had."

Sue stared in amazement at the giant dildo. Her jaw slightly
ajar. "What kind of novelty would that be?"

"Oh, you know, like the gag gift for your friend... " the woman
smiled that same incredulous smile, as before.

"No, it really is a gift. I don't know anything about these," Sue
persisted, "I really don't."

"Whatever. But you can see that we've got about all you'd ever
need. Any tickle your fancy? In a 'gift' sorta' way?" the woman
added.

"Uh, I'm not sure, why are there so many colors?" Sue pondered.

"I don't really know. Some, like this one," as she reached for a
brown dildo from the middle of the display, " look like a Black
man's prick. See it's even got the balls, and all. Some,"
reaching for a longish red penis with two heads, "are just
designer colors, I guess. I don't know why you'd want some of
these. I'd get them in black and white and be done with it, but
some women really like the color thing." The woman picked up a
dark green penis, that had a battery case, and a wire out of the
back. "Why they made this one green is beyond me, but I sell a
bunch of them. Mostly to the gals, but occasionally, a man will
buy one."

"What's with the wire and the little box?" Sue asked.

"Oh, this one is a vibrating jelly dong," the saleslady said. "A
lot of the dildos are also powered nowadays. Used to, you'd have
to buy a vibrator, and a dildo, but not anymore. They do both."

"Jelly dong?" Sue asked, incredulous. "What kind of name is
that?"

"Here, feel it," the lady said, taking the green vibrator out of
its package. "It's like it's filled with jelly. It gives it a
softness, like the real thing, but it's also stiff enough. You
know what I mean?"

"Yeah, I see what you're talking about," Sue said, as she stroked
the green jelly dong. "But it's not very realistic looking, is
it?"

"Nah, but some gals aren't into realism. Maybe it reminds them
that they aren't playing with the real thing," the lady grinned.
"On the other hand, I've got some that you can't tell from a real
one, except that they smell like latex. If you use it between
your legs, you'll not be able to tell the difference, except that
it won't get soft on you after a few minutes. If you're gonna
suck it, though, you probably want some Hershey's, or something
to make it taste like candy."

"Suck it?" Sue's eyes belied her surprise. "You mean they suck
these? I thought that people just inserted them and that was
that!"

"Oh, you'd be really surprised at what some people do with these.
I've got some for both the guys and the gals, that fit up the
ass. I probably sell them 50-50. Matter of fact, most of the big
ones go to the guys!"

"No!" Sue gasped. "They stick things up their butts?"

"Honey, you don't get out much, do you?" The sales lady asked
with a laugh.

"Uh, no, uh, it's just that I, you know, I never really got into
these thing, very much. I'm a school teacher, and I ... " Sue
realized that she'd said far more than she intended. "I mean that
I really don't have much experience with these things. I've had a
pretty fulfilling love life, but I haven't really used any of
these devices." Sue shuffled uneasily under the saleslady's gaze.
"I don't know, I just guess I've never had that much curiosity
about these, uh, these things."

"Oh that's alright, there's a first time for everything. Now you
say that you are looking for a 'gag gift' for a friend? How about
something to take home for yourself?" The saleslady gathered a
few of the packages and held them out, one at a time, for Sue to
inspect. "Any of these look interesting?"

"Oh my! They ALL look interesting, but I really don't know. I'm
not sure I'd know how to use them. I mean, are there books on
this kind of thing?"

"Are there EVER books. We've got tons - mostly illustrated
magazines, and pocket novels, but almost every bookstore in the
country has entire sections on women's issues, that contain a lot
of info on the use of toys. Hell, even Oprah has shows on the
subject."

"Oh I don't get to see much of Oprah. I have classes until 3:00,
then there are usually tests to grade, assignments to review, and
prepare, and sometimes detention sessions to monitor. I know who
she is, but don't really know anything about her. I guess I have
lived a pretty sheltered life, when you get down to it. Which one
of these would you recommend?"

The saleslady fumbled with the packages and found a
"pocket-sized" vibrator, the green "jelly-dong," and a rather
large black dildo with a crank on the back. "Here, these should
do about everything you'd want done," she said with a smile.
"This one is for your clit," holding out the small white
vibrator. "This one is for your pussy," showing the jelly-dong.
"And this one is for your friend's shower. I'll bet she won't get
anything like it as a gift, and might never get anything like it
again!"

Sue took the black dildo and looked at it, puzzled. "What on
earth is this?"

"Oh that's our Black 'Squirmy," the lady said. "It's a big
seller."

"A Squirmy? What in the hell is a Squirmy?" Sue queried. "I've
never seen anything like this. What's the crank for?"

The saleslady smiled and, with obvious joy, unwrapped the black
dildo. "This is the 'Black Squirmy!" she said. "Look what
happens, when I turn the crank."

As she did, the head began to wiggle and twist. Sue's jaw dropped
a bit in surprise. "Wow, I've never seen anything like THAT! And
it's so big."

"This is a really popular size," the saleslady said. "Ten inches
long and two inches across!"

"Oh I think that's much too big. Do you have it in a smaller
size?"

"They only make this one in this size, but trust me, no
red-blooded American woman would EVER say that this was too big.
Remember, it's size that counts!" she said with a grin.

"You mean women actually use something this big? I can't
imagine," Sue stammered. "What do they do with it?"

"I imagine that most women really can enjoy something this size.
It might take a little work getting it in, but once it's in
there, and you turn the crank, Oh sister!" The saleslady began
feverishly cranking the dildo, making it's head bob and weave in
an obscene way. Sue blushed, "Maybe Sharon could use that, but I
can't believe that it would EVER fit in me. You say it's a real
hot seller?"

"Absolutely, especially with the white women. I think they see it
as something extra- naughty. You know black and all. Kinda' like
breaking a real taboo. I bet they have to hide them from their
husbands, though. All the red-necks at the plant would go totally
ballistic if they caught their wives even thinking about being
with a Black, much less filling up their twat with something like
this."

As she spoke she continued to turn the crank. Sue was almost
hypnotized by the movement of the dildo's head. She had never
imagined sex with a Black man. Having grown up in the South, it
was a taboo, that had existed from slave days, but never one that
she had had much interest in breaking. Growing up, Sue had spent
more time studying, than most of her peers. While she had been a
popular girl in school, it was more for her outgoing personality
and friendliness, than for any social aspect. She had a lot of
friends, who were in the social cliques, since her father was
quite prominent in the local business community, but she had
never done much that would be considered very wild. She hadn't
reached any sort of sexual maturity, until possibly her junior
year in college. While she had dated, there hadn't been anybody
steady. Most of the boys had been friends, or members of some of
the academic organizations, or clubs that she belonged to. Her
focus had always been on scholastic achievement, and true
friendships, than on sexual activity. While her mother had given
her many biological lessons in reproduction and sexual functions,
they were more like an advanced lecture series. Nothing covered
in these mother-daughter chats seemed to apply to Sue. She had
been involved in sessions of sexual talk with her sorority
sisters and some of her friends, but these were more like fantasy
sessions revolving around marrying some 'prince charming," and
being swept off one's feet, falling madly in love, than actually
having sex. Sue was now beginning to realize that she HAD led a
very sheltered life. Here, approaching 50, she had never used a
dildo, never used a vibrator, had never even considered sex with
someone of a different race, had never even been in an adult
bookstore before. This was all overload on the teacher's mind.
"What have I been missing all these years?" she thought. "Do you
really think Sharon would like something like this?" she asked.

"I absolutely guarantee it. While you can't bring it back for a
refund, if she doesn't just think it's the nastiest, most fun
thing at the shower, I'll find something else to give her, and
pay for it myself! You're not going to find a better deal than
that - anywhere!"

"OK, I'll take 'em... all three of them," Sue said with a
newfound confidence - and a new found sense of exploration.
"You're looking at a new woman here," she smiled, thinking of the
two new devices that she was buying just for herself. She
contemplated exploring the possibilities that these two new
devices offered. Looking at the 'squirmy,' she just knew that it
was not something that she'd ever want for herself, or would ever
use, for that matter. It was just too big, and its blackness was
a turn-off. "Oh, that looks so dirty, and scary too," she
thought. "I hope I don't offend Sharon with this! I'm sure Connie
will get a kick out of it, she's the risque one in our group."

Sue helped the saleslady put the various dildos and vibrators
back on the peg-board. She carried her three pieces to the
counter, not really even wanting to touch the 'squirmy.' Just as
she reached the front of the store, she remembered her discussion
with Connie and the holes in the bathroom.

"While you ring these up, do you have a powder room I could use -
all that coffee this afternoon, you know?"

"Sure, there's one in the back, just past the peepshow booths.
Make sure that you lock the doors, though, 'cause it's the only
one we've got. There's no one else in the store right now, but I
wouldn't want anyone walking in on you. You can leave the light
on, when you're done, 'cause business should be picking up as
soon as the plant shuts down today."

Sue made her way to the back of the store, past magazine and
videotape displays, and racks of dildos and vibrators. She
noticed that some were far larger than the black 'squirmy,' that
she had gotten for Sharon's shower. As she walked past the
peepshow booths, she looked at the list of videos playing in each
one. Most of the titles were foreign to her, and many didn't even
make sense, when she read them. Some of the terms were just
unknown to her. Other than "Deep Throat," and "Debbie Does
Someplace," which she remembered hearing about years before, she
recognized nothing.

"Boy, I guess I have led a sheltered life," she mused. "I've just
gotta get out more. Maybe Connie is right, that I need to
jump-start my sex life. This is a new beginning."

She entered the bathroom and was appalled at the dirt. "Whoa,
this is worse than the pit toilets in the National Parks
campground," she though. "I wouldn't sit on this toilet if it was
the last one on earth!"

She entered the room, and closed and locked the door behind
herself. "I am just glad that I don't have to pee right now," she
thought. "I'd have to cover this thing with all the tissue in the
place."

She looked, and to her surprise, there were four tissue
dispensers on the wall. "At least the place is equipped," she
pondered "but this is overkill. I wonder why so many. Maybe they
just hate coming in here and changing the roll." She looked at
the wall opposite the tissue dispensers, and just as Connie had
said, there were two holes. The wall around each was stained,
even though the paint was very glossy. "I'd think that this paint
job would clean up better than that," she thought. "I guess that
both Connie and Lily were right after all. This really is a
'glory,' what'd she call it, a 'glory hole? I just can't
imagine!"

Sue flushed the toilet, to make it sound like she had actually
used the filthy place, and unlocked the door. She thought about
how she would confirm Lily's story with Connie, and the laugh
that they'd have. She highly doubted that she'd tell Connie about
the toys that she'd purchased for herself. Even with her "new
sexuality," THAT was just too personal.

When she got to the counter, the saleslady had a brown bag
waiting for her. "That'll be $58.71," she intoned.

Sue was a little shocked, as she hadn't looked at any of the
prices, or inquired about that. She had been too busy
contemplating the dildos and vibrators, themselves.

"That's $29 for the gift, and $16 for yours, and, of course, some
for the governor too. And I threw in a few magazines for you, no
charge. While they're not instruction books, really, they've got
some text and pictures about how these things are used. You might
find a few of them interesting. Once your through with them, I'll
bet any boys in your class would just love to get their hands on
them!" she laughed.

"Oh, the boys in my classes are a bit young for this sort of
thing," Sue said, "I don't think that they would be into such
magazines, though a few of them are getting that way!"

"Yeah," she thought, "some of them are fourteen going on
twenty-nine."

She paid with her MasterCard, though wasn't really comfortable
doing so. It was just that she hadn't brought that much cash, and
wasn't about to write a check with her name, address, and phone
number on it. The saleslady had been very nice and helpful, and
funny at times, but Sue was just not comfortable with her
identity getting out, especially on this side of town. She took
her package and left. Once outside, she hugged the wall, and
quickly darted into the alley toward her car, and safety.

Once inside, she locked the door and breathed a big sigh of
relief. No one had seen her go in, or leave. Now all she had to
do was get home safely, before she ran out of gas! 


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