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Story_codes: M+m+F,interracial and everything
Story_intro: Husband Joe takes his little suburban,
soccer-mom wife out for some glory-hole action.
No holes barred...
Glory Hole Wife by Shakespeare_I._Aint (M+ m+ f
everything)
Chapter One: The
Announcement
Joseph Savior was cleaning the family room of the
four-bedroom colonial, cleaning and waiting for the calm that occurred only at
night in their busy home. The odd and
relaxing silence that sleeping kids would bring. Oh sure, a few giggling outbursts or requests
for water from the children, but then as they drifted off the blessed silence
would come.
Mary was
upstairs putting the children to bed.
Four of them. From ten year old
hellion, David, to three year old Beth.
With eight year old, Tommy and six year old Faith in between. Four busy kids. While Mary was upstairs with the kids, Joseph
straightened up the ground floor of the home.
Mary and Joseph alternated the jobs of child-bedder and
home-straightener. Putting the Sega away,
picking up the books and CDs, clearing the kitchen counters, loading the dishwasher
and generally improving the appearance of the home for the morning when the
kids would descend and start their day anew.
As tomorrow was Saturday, the mayhem would continue all day, Joseph
reminded himself ruefully.
Upstairs, Mary
was reading Beth a book. Beth was just
starting to lose focus on her mother; her blinking eyes taking longer each time
to reopen. Mary read the mechanically,
putting less character and volume into her voice as Beth started to nod
off. Deep down, Mary was wrestling with
a large problem. How to tell her
husband, Joseph about the URGE. Because
THE URGE was upon her. It had started
two weeks ago as the tiniest suggestion in her head and built steadily until
tonight it captivated her waking moments, bouncing around powerfully in her
skull. THE URGE. Mary hoped Joseph would take it well. Not lay too much Catholic guilt on her. THE URGE was impervious to criticism, but
Mary was not. Why do I have these
thoughts, she asked herself sadly? Why?
As Beth
drifted off, Mary closed the book and crept out of the bedroom. In the bathroom, she examined herself in the
large half mirror. Mary Savior, wife and
mother at thirty-six years. The Classic
Soccer Mom. Had the minivan and suburban
house. Identified herself first as a
mother, second as a wife, third as a lover.
Stood five foot nothing in her stocking flat feet; weighed between 125
pounds when she was exercising to 140 pounds when her period was in and she
guiltily indulged herself in forbidden sweets and happened to be off her
exercise regimen. Shoulder-length blond
hair and light blue eyes. Mary would
describe herself as average. Just
average. Two B cup breasts after the
four children; somewhat saggy with traceries of light blue veins; a stomach
that pooched out slightly no matter which diet or how hard it was
exercised. The bellybutton which frowned
downward. The stretch marks, tiny white
scars on her tummy and thighs and butt.
The marks she bore for her children.
Firmly resigned to wearing only one-piece bathing suits to hide her
marks. Turning around and looking back
over her shoulder, Mary checked to see how her bottom appeared through her work
slacks. Oh yeah. The ever-present slight sag of her butt,
years ago her best feature. She sighed
and left the bathroom. Time to talk with
Joseph.
Joe was
sitting at the dining room table paying the bills when Mary rejoined him. He gazed up at her fondly, his wife of 13
years. He loved everything about her. He was comfortable about her body and her pretty
face. Any chance? On a Friday night? Probably not.
They were generally worn out after work and coming home to fix dinner
and be with the kids. She sure looked
down about something.
"Kids go
down all right?"
"Yes,"
Mary answered dutifully. "Beth was
nodding off before I finished Winnie the Pooh.
The boys are quiet. I think Faith
is already asleep." She sat down
next to him at the large table. She
sighed. That's how Joseph knew it was
talking time.
"Anything
the matter, hon?" he asked anxiously, wondering what it could be. "You need something?"
Mary looked up
at him. She didn't want to say the
words. Didn't want to see the look of
pain in his eyes. Again. She fought for the words and the context to
put them in. She lost and just ended up
blurting it out miserably.
"I...
I... I have THE URGE, Joe. I have the
URGE and I'm so sorry..." she gushed, tears springing to her eyes.
Joe felt the
heat rush to his face as he stared at his wife.
Not anger--he loved her too much for that--but he felt the distress and
the guilty twinge in his pants.
Again?
Mary watched
him flush and cringed inwardly. Why do I
do this to him? Why can't we be normal
all the time? she wondered helplessly.
But the word was out hanging awkwardly between them. She waited on her husband. Joe breathed out, his breath releasing his
tension.
"Again,
honey? THE URGE again? So soon?" he asked, trying to keep his
emotions out of the mix. Careful what
you say, he cautioned himself.
"Yes,
Joe. So soon." Mary whispered. "It's been in my head for a couple of
weeks now. I had to tell you. I'm sorry--I really am," she finished
lamely, wanting nothing more than for Joe to hold her and make it all
better.
"The last
time was...?"
"Three
years ago, Joe. We had just had
Beth," Mary answered sadly.
Joe was
silent, lost in his thoughts. She wants
to do it again? She has to do it
again? He felt like he could cry
himself, add his tears to hers. I have
to be strong for Mary, he told himself.
I love her and she loves me. THE
URGE doesn't change that. He breathed
rhythmically, forcing the tension out of his body. Force the blood out of his penis that was
bent uncomfortably in his pants.
"And you
want to do it again?"
"I need
to do it again, Joe. I don't want
to. I need to," Mary said meekly,
raising her face to gauge his reaction.
"THE
URGE," he repeated, sadly.
"Yes,
Joe. THE URGE, Mary said patiently. "It's on me and I can't get rid of it. It's driving me crazy. I'm sorry."
Joseph was
silent. He had to tell her it was okay
even though it wasn't. Not by a long
shot. But deep down in his mind, he knew
he would make her sweat it out before he told her. He just couldn't let her know how scary and
exciting a proposition these Urges were.
He had that much coming for what the URGE put him through. Finally, "Okay, Mary. How do we do this?", he answered in his
best gritty-pain voice.
Mary sat back,
relieved from this ordeal. Four times
she'd had to tell Joseph about THE URGE.
The first time was the worst but it never got easier. In fact, it always got harder, watching his
pain. He loved her--she knew that--and
she knew this caused him great pain.
Watching his wife defiled by strangers.
Because that's what THE URGE was.
A pain-causing monster. A potential strain on the relationship.
It had been
four times now. Four times that Joseph
had taken his wife to the gloryhole in the Men's Room of a rest stop on I-94 an
hour and a half out of
THE URGE was a
powerful totem to Mary, Joseph knew. A
kind of command to debase herself. The
first time she asked him, it had taken two weeks of steady low-key argument
before he gave his unwilling consent.
And it had been every bit as nerve-wracking and slightly revolting as he
thought it would be. He brought Mary
home a cum-splattered and sore wreck.
With bruises on her butt that didn't fade for weeks. And she had wanted more. He couldn't understand it, but Mary was a
perfect life-partner in every other way.
"Can this
be the last? The last time we... do
this?"
Mary's face
was teary. She felt horrible about THE
URGE. Just horrible. And it wouldn't let her agree.
"I... no,
Joe. I hope it'll hold me for a long
time. I do. But I can't promise you it would be the
last. I really can't," she finished
miserably.
Joe was
silent, watching his loving wife steadily, hating to see her tears. He knew she felt bad. I should tell her it's all right. I should tell her it's frightening but it's
all right. And I should tell her it's a
weird kick for me, even though no man should let others use his wife. Or get off by watching it happen. But the only thing Joe could bring himself to
say was:
"When do
we do this?"
"I was
thinking maybe... tomorrow night. Your
Mom said they'd take the kids.
Overnight." Mary's face was
hopeful; she knew she was gushing--showing she'd kind of had it planned
out--and that could irritate Joe.
"I was hoping maybe we'd spend the night at that little motel. And come home in the morning," she
finished lamely, watching her husband's face.
But Joe had put his poker face on.
He had a wariness in his eyes that she had put there.
"What did
you tell them we were doing?"
"Your
parents? I told them we were thinking
about heading into
"Okay,
Mary. Call them and tell them we need
them to baby-sit overnight. We'll do
it. Okay?"
Mary felt
fresh tears in her eyes. Tears of
happiness that Joseph loved her and would help her with THE URGE. She loved him so much.
"You want
to go upstairs in a little while, Joe?
I'd like that," she offered.
Joe gave a rueful smile.
"No
thanks, hon. I'll save it up for
tomorrow. I'm pretty tired and I've got
some paperwork to go over. Rain check?"
"Rain
check," Mary agreed, although she would have rather they had gone upstairs
and made love. She wanted be with him
for a while.
He tossed and
turned in bed that night, thinking about events to come.
Chapter
Two: The Gloryhole
And so it was
that Joe and Mary Savior awoke Saturday with a charged tension between
them. The Saturday chores--the shopping,
the cleaning, the lawn, got completed in their due course, however, the
stiltedness remained between the married couple.
Mary took it
upon herself to be cheerful and playful with the children and with Joe. He responded weakly at best to her attempts
to lighten his worried mood. The
children were thrilled at the prospect at spending the night at Joe's parent's
home. The videos were already rented and
Grandma Savior had already advised of the provisions she had laid in for their
arrival. By six in the evening the kids
were in the minivan and Mary had jumped into the "Mommy seat" next to
Joe; her own special provisions carried in an overnight bag set between them.
Dropping off
the children went without a hitch. Mary
chatted excitedly with Joe's Mom while Joe spoke idly with his Father, about
the gas mileage his father had coaxed out of his recreational vehicle last
summer. Joe suspected that his father
was responsible for more than a few of the traffic back-ups in northern
"Let's
go, hon. Dad, try not to let Mom spoil the kids, okay?"
"I can't
promise you anything on that score, Joe," the older man said solemnly,
before breaking into a grin. "You
two have fun. We'll be right here when
you get back."
Joe and Mary
climbed back into the mini-van. "I
gave your Mother the cell phone number in case she needed to call us. I told her we didn't know if we would spend
the night in
"Okay,"
Joe answered. "We're going to stay
at that motel again?"
"I'd like
to. It's more convenient."
"We
bringing anyone back with us to the motel this time?"
"I... I
don't know," Mary faltered.
"If we do, it won't be like last time."
They had brought a young man, a hitchhiker,
back to the room to do a special job on Mary.
After the act, he showed no inclination to leave. Joe had been overly patient with him, waiting
for Mary to rise up out of her languor.
When she had finally given him a worried look, he had given the kid the
bum's rush. He didn't want anything like
that to happen again.
The time
passed uneasily between them as Joe left
"Want me
to slip out of these shorts for awhile, Joe?" Mary asked timidly. Joe considered. Acts of automobile sexuality were very rare
with Mary, and he felt the resultant surge in his pants. But he really didn't feel like playing right
now. These urges always worried him,
because of the possibility of being caught and exposed.
"I'd
rather just get to the motel. Maybe
we'll do something there, hon," he finally stated. Mary sat back in her seat, clearly
disappointed. Oh well.
At exit 3 of
Interstate 94, they left the freeway.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Mary shift excitedly in her
seat. Joe turned left, recrossing the
highway over the bridge and cruised into the parking lot of the Sawyer Motel, a
one-story cinderblock motel of indeterminate age. Not recent, though. Shaped in an "L", without pool or
restaurant; advertising their air-conditioned rooms and in-room phones. "Air-conditioned rooms" had the
requisite blue icicles hanging from each word.
In-room movies. Whoopee, thought
Joe dully. Other than a
The Sawyer
Motel served as a place to sleep for those travelers who needed inexpensive accommodations
for the night. Fairly close to the
backwater
"I wonder
how he feels?" thought Mary. She
watched his neutral face and posture as he walked back to her. She felt giddy and hot at the same time. She longed to rub her legs together or at
least rub her groin with her hand. The
URGE was upon her, in full effect. Joe
climbed in without a word and drove about eight doors down to number
thirteen. Parking the car, they both
stepped out. Mary stretched, then
grabbed her overnight bag and waited excitedly for Joe to open the door. Joe unlocked number thirteen and they stepped
inside.
Mary made a
great show of being comfortable in the spare, sparsely furnished room, with
it's old carpeting and drapes, the motel-quality television hanging from it's
ceiling bracket. Mary tossed her night
bag on the faded quilt of the double bed and walked eagerly into the bathroom
to pee. She reached under her short
skirt and peeled her panties down, then squatted over the bowl and let her
urine flow. She hated to sit down on
these motel toilets. Fear of germs or
something, she figured. Hard to believe
when shortly she'd be letting strangers put their cocks into her. Lot easier to
catch disease that way, but she still shied away from actually sitting on the
toilets in these motels until she'd had a chance to clean them. She heard Joe switch the television on. The unmistakable drone of college football
filled the small motel room. Mary wiped
her sex gently and after dropping her wadded toilet paper into the bowl
couldn't resist running a fingernail up and down her slit. Excited, she kicked the panties off and let
her skirt fall back down. She flushed
the toilet and headed out to see Joe. It
was
"Are you
ready to go, Joe?" Mary asked her husband.
Joe looked at her. His face still
a mask.
"I guess,
hon."
"And the
same rules?"
"Okay."
The
"Rules" were pretty simple.
Joe took Polaroid pictures of Mary's activities. He would make some initial contacts with the
strangers and let them know Mary was available in her bathroom stall. He would take his cues from her when it came
to answering questions posed by the blunt and distrustful horny men she would
service. And Mary rarely said no to a request.
Mary quietly
picked up her bag of supplies and waited on Joe. He got up off the bed and grabbed his keys
and wallet. They looked at each other
uncomfortably before Joe said quietly and just a bit kindly, "Let's go,
Hon." Mary brightened in anticipation and followed eagerly out the
door.
Once more out
on the road, Joe dutifully drove back onto the Interstate, actually heading
west, back towards the state line. At
the point he got up to speed, it was almost time to slow down as the westbound
I-94 rest area loomed off to the right.
The parking lot showed about ten trucks or so, and a smattering of
passenger cars.
Joe hit the
exit and coasted down the long lane leading into the parking area. Good parking was available right next to the
handicapped spaces out in front of the building, but Joe avoided it, selecting
instead an empty space farther away with no one around. He parked and shut the headlights and
ignition off. While the warm engine ticked
quietly, Joe turned to his wife. He felt
the combination of revulsion and excitement that he always felt at these
things. Gonna see my wife get used, he
thought perilously. Mary looked nice,
wearing a black pullover top, and matching short skirt, which showed off her
short stocky, legs to best advantage.
Mary felt the
butterflies in her stomach. She was
jumpy and jittery and her sex seemed swollen and almost weeping with the
excitement. She reached into her bag of
tricks and pulled out the small cylinder of pepper spray and pressed it into
Joe's hand. Just in case. You never knew. She sat up primly, her bag in her lap. "Are we ready, Joe?" she whispered
excitedly. Joe almost smiled. "Let's go, hon.," He almost added,
'let's get this over with', but that would dampen her spirit. They fairly leapt out of the van, and met
each other sheepishly at the rear of the vehicle. Joe set the car alarm and they slowly approached
the bathrooms. A family of vacationers
were heading out the front doors, heading back to a recreational vehicle parked
across seven parking spaces reserved for passenger cars. The group never gave Joe and Mary a second
glance. Never guessed at the things Mary
wanted to have done to her. Inside the
information area/lobby of the rest area, Mary glanced idly at the brochures
while Joe went on in to the bathrooms.
One trucker was finishing up brushing his teeth; his kit bag on the sink
next to him. Joe sidled over to one of
the urinals and fished his cock uncomfortably out of his shorts. He was semi-hard with all the
excitement. And while he waited with his
cock dangling out of his pants, the trucker rinsed his mouth and gathered up
his belongings. Joe followed the trucker
out of the bathroom and nodded to Mary.
Mary cast a quick glance around the large glass windows of the lobby
looking for anyone who might see her enter the Men's bathroom. Seeing no one, she scurried in, her sandals
slapping the tiled floor as Joe held the door open for her. Mary made her way into the last stall, 'my
stall', she thought excitedly, and closed the door behind her. It was still there. The six-inch by six-inch hole Joe had cut out
and then replaced. He had taped the
square back in place with clear tape minimize the appearance of damage.
Mary reached
into her bag and removed her sanitizing spray bottle and a cloth rag. She preferred to start with a clean
stall. She hurriedly sprayed the toilet
and wiped it down. The air filled with a
fresh lemon scent as she quickly cleaned the floor where she would be kneeling
and tossed the filthy disposable rag aside.
Pulling the tape off the opening in the wall, she inserted a nail file
from her bag and pried the square from her glory hole and set it aside. She cleaned around her wall opening; made it
clean and ready for its intended purpose.
She felt almost giddy. Her pussy
felt loose and wet as she finished her work.
Mary removed the Polaroid camera and set it carefully aside. Last, but not least, she pulled a rectangular
neoprene kneeling mat out of her bag and set it down on the floor in front of
her glory hole. Now she was ready. She pulled her top off over her head and
folded it neatly into her bag. She
unclasped her bra and pulled it off. Her
titties felt heavy and her nipples tingled excitedly. Now she was absolutely ready--naked except
for her skirt and sandals.
"I'm
ready, Joe," she called softly.
"Okay,"
Joe answered. He took a deep
breath. This was the hard
part--selecting the men who wouldn't mind some action--the ones who wouldn't be
offended enough to refuse and then call the State Police. Judging strictly by appearance which men were
alone and which had women or families waiting for them. Offering his wife to other men didn't come
easy to Joseph, regardless of the raging hard-on he would inevitably get. He left the bathroom and went back out into
the lobby.
Looking
casually at the wall map, he also scanned the approaches to the building. He didn't have long to wait. An old black man, about fifty or sixty years
old shambled up the sidewalk, his back bent; his work clothes straight out of
Sears and Roebuck. A suitable candidate
if he was willing. As the black man
pulled the glass door open, Joe was already walking back into the men's
bathroom. He took his place at one of
the sinks and turned the water on. He
called urgently to Mary. "Got one
coming--black guy." The old black
guy entered the bathroom and went to the urinal. Joe watched him fumble with the front of his
pants and fish himself out. Seconds
later, the old guy peed weakly into the urinal.
Mary was
sitting on the toilet in exited anticipation.
She stroked her slit lightly, feeling her liquid excitement; waiting for
the moment. She could hear the gentleman
peeing and waited for Joe to make the approach.
Her mouth started to water. A
black guy!
Joe tended to
use the most direct approach to these men so they wouldn't get spooked into
thinking he was offering them a blowjob.
His heart in his throat, Joe approached the black guy as he zipped
up.
"My wife
is in the last stall. She wants to give
you a blowjob. If you step into the
third stall, she'll do whatever you want..."
The old black
guy goggled at Joe. He looked away and
then up at the ceiling before shuffling past Joe to peer down the line of
stalls. Mary heard Joe's offer. She moved her legs towards the door so the
man could see her feet with her painted toenails.
The old black
guy turned back on Joe. "Yeah...
Yes sir, I'd like that."
Joe pointed
over to the third stall and the black guy headed in. Mary slid off the pot and down onto her
cushion. She peered thru the hole. The old black guy peered curiously at
her. "Bring it here," Mary
breathed, and the old guy responded. He
unzipped and pulled his black cock out.
It was a long, uncut, ebony cock of medium girth. It hung down.
The black guy picked his limp member up with his right hand and stepped
up to Mary's gloryhole. Mary watched
this gnarled old cock come at her face.
She grasped the limp cock with her right hand and rubbed it slowly over
her cheeks, luxuriating in its warmth.
It responded slightly, growing thicker, but not able to support
itself. Maybe the guy was too old. It didn't matter. Mary sniffed him where his cock met his
balls. The old guy's meat smelled of
manly sweat. His cock had a powerful
smell that set Mary off. She skinned his
head back slightly. This was only the
second uncircumcised penis she had ever done.
They were a weird turn-on for her.
It was clean under there so Mary put his cock right into her mouth and
started sucking the old black guy. She
would have sucked him if he had been dirty anyway...
Joe opened
Mary's stall door. Her eyes were closed
as she performed, sucking up and down that cock, lubricating it with her
abundant saliva as she worked. She made
a slight motion with two fingers for Joe.
He bent down and picked up the camera.
The room was quiet except for her avid sucking and the old black guy's
slight moans of enjoyment.
"I'm
going to take a picture," Joe announced quietly for the old guy's
benefit. He didn't answer.
Mary pulled
the black meat out her mouth. It
glistened dark and heavy and she laid it across her cheek as she licked back
towards his testes. The cock felt good
and warm against her cheek. The head was
touching her ear as the flash went off.
She put the meat back in her mouth and slid two fingers between her legs
into her wet gash. She was close to the
brink, waiting only for the man to come.
Joe pulled the
picture off the Polaroid and stuck it in his shirt pocket. He waited until Mary's next signal, which
would mean the guy was coming. Maybe
she'd want a picture of him coming in her mouth; maybe she'd pull it out and
have him spray her face. Or maybe the
guy would want something else. Joe
watched his wife sucking the black meat.
It hadn't gotten very hard, but she was very much into it.
After a time,
the black guy suddenly shuffled his feet and let go with a low moan. Mary tasted something salty and tangy in her
mouth, oozing from his black cock. The
guy was coming and Mary joined him, moaning herself now as her pussy clamped
shut around her fingers several times.
She signaled Joe, who quickly bent and framed the picture. The flash went off a second time. The black guy continued a slow dribble into
her mouth for ten seconds before his moans subsided and he was done. Mary let his cock rest in her mouth until her
own orgasm subsided. Then she pulled his
spent dick out of her mouth and kissed it several times. His dangling black cock was shiny clean. The guy pulled it back through the hole and
zipped himself back up. Joe closed the
stall door and waited for the black guy to emerge. The black guy looked at him shyly. "Thanks, Mister. Tell your woman I appreciated that..."
He shuffled off out the door, leaving Mary and Joe alone.
"Show me
the pictures, Joe," Mary said softly.
She sat back on the toilet, resting.
Joe opened the door and handed both of them to her. She studied them intently. "Oh that was good. Uncircumcised--it's just so kinky,
Joe." He didn't answer her.
"Ready
for the next one, dear," Mary said as she dropped the two Polaroids into
her bag. They would go into her BOX at
home, and she would masturbate to them later.
She savored the flavor of the black guy in her mouth. And waited for more.
Joe walked out
of the bathroom and lingered some more in the lobby. Several men came in, but Joe instinctively
knew better than to ask them. They went
into the bathroom and came out never knowing a woman was in the fourth stall,
dying for someone to pleasure. One had
entered the second stall and had taken a healthy shit while Joe stood by and
Mary cringed in her stall, hardly daring to breathe. This had happened before. After he finally left, Joe went back out into
the lobby. Finally, two guys approached,
one twice the age of the other. Joe had
watched them jump out of an eighteen wheeler parked out in the darkness of the
parking lot. They were laughing and
joking as they made their way into the Men's bathroom. Father and Son? Joe followed them in. They stood at the urinals and made their
water.
Mary heard the
two enter, laughing and having a good time.
She heard them piss and heard the roar of the powerful flushing
mechanisms. She gasped when she heard
Joe's voice. Approaching both of them?
"You guys
together?" Joe asked, standing at the sinks. The older guy, probably in his late forties,
looked at him and nodded brusquely. He'd
probably seen everything at the truck stops and rest areas in his time. The younger man, in his early twenties,
watched alertly, waiting for signals from his father about how he should act.
"My wife
is in the end stall over there," Joe pointed. "She'd like to give you two a blowjob or
something, if you want." He let the
words hang.
"She any
good-looking?" the younger one popped out jokingly. His father looked blankly at him for a second
and then faced Joe. "He don't mean
nothing, Mister. Your wife wants to give
blowjobs?"
"Yes,"
Joe answered, keeping his face and voice as neutral as possible.
"How
much?"
"It's
free," Joe replied.
"You a
cop?" the older trucker asked.
"No,
we're not cops," Joe answered uneasily.
The older
trucker looked back at the younger one.
"What do you say, boy?
Interested?"
The younger
trucker looked gravely back. "Yeah,
that might be fun."
"And we
don't go telling no stories when we get home?
Your Ma don't have to know and your girl don't find out neither,
right?"
"Right,"
the young trucker promised.
The older guy
turned to Joe. "We'll take a piece
of that, partner."
Mary listened
in her stall. Two men at once! A father and son! She got off the toilet and knelt on her
kneeling pad in front of her gloryhole.
Joe led the
two back to the third stall. The guys
looked sheepish, neither one wanting to go first. Joe opened the fourth stall just a crack and
looked at Mary. She glanced up at him,
her face excited.
"How
about one in the hole and one in here, Joe?" she whispered. Joe nodded.
"How
about you go into that stall," he pointed out the third stall to the
younger man, "and you go in there with her," he suggested to the
older man. "And if anyone comes in,
you guys just freeze. Don't make a
sound, okay?" They nodded somberly
and made their way into the stalls.
Mary smiled
nervously up at the older man as he entered her stall. He was tall and whipcord thin, wearing Levi
pants and cowboy boots. Carhart jacket
and a standard baseball hat with the name of a truck stop embroidered on
it. He got behind Mary, standing between
her legs on the floor. Mary got up off
her knees. The trucker would need her to
lean over. As she stood, a long thin white
pecker came through her hole. The cock
of the son. It was hard as a rock,
jutting up obscenely at her. Mary placed
her hands on the wall and put her mouth over the cock and moaned. Already she was heating up again. She felt the older man position himself
behind her and flip her short skirt up onto her back, exposing her
hindquarters. As she engulfed the son's cock, she heard the father's undoing
his belt and unzipping himself. A moment
later, his pants were down at his ankles and she grasped her hips as she sucked
his son. The father's penis nudged
insistently at the outside of her pussy and then, finding her pussy, pushed
itself inside her. Mary groaned around
the cock in her mouth. So good.
Joe watched
from outside the stall for a few moments and then fished the Polaroid out of
the stall with his foot. He framed the
shot of his wife being boned by the father while she sucked the son through the
hole in the wall. He took the shot. The flash exploded in the stall and the two
cocks invading his wife froze for a moment.
"Don't
worry guys. She just likes the
pictures," Joe explained. The two
men resumed inside of Mary.
Mary felt the
father driving into her from behind. It
felt like his cock was as long as his son's and wider yet. He filled her good, bumping up against her
butt cheeks as he took his pleasure in her.
Mary licked, sucked and teased the son's cock, her head occasionally
bumping lightly against the wall from the father's thrusts behind her. She loosened up her throat and let the young
penis all the way into her mouth. She
buried the young man in her warm mouth.
Right up to his balls, which dangled lewdly on her chin. The young man was doing some moaning of his
own.
They continued
at a rapid pace for the next three minutes, the only sounds in the room the
harsh breathing of the two men, the wet sucking that Mary performed and the
squishy sound of her pussy being pummeled by the father's cock. Joe watched, his penis rock hard inside his
pants. He rubbed it a little. This was the worst part--the guilty
excitement he felt watching his wife go at it with other men. It didn't seem right, but Lord, it made him
stiff.
The younger
man's hands reached up and grasped the top of the stall walls. "I'm ready, ma'am. I'm ready!" Joe got the camera ready again. Mary pulled her mouth off the boy, and
stroked his wet penis quickly and firmly, bending it down a little to her face.
"Come on,
cum for me. In my face," she coaxed
him. The old guy let up a minute behind
her to peer over her back. Mary stroked
the gloryhole cock as the young man began to squirt his semen. The first blast struck her hair and dripped
richly down her forehead. The flash of
the Polaroid went off. The second squirt
caught her right on her mouth and cheeks.
Mary moved in closer and the rest of his ejaculate hit her neck and
shoulders and leaked down onto her chest.
When his shower was over, Mary took him back into her mouth. His cum tasted rich and slightly tangy. Exquisite.
She sucked him gently until he was too sensitive to continue. He backed off and said, "okay, that's
fine ma'am, I'm done." He pulled
back out of the hole. Mary rested her
splattered face against the wall as the father took back up his duties in her
pussy. He wasn't long. Now that her face was away from the hole in
the wall he pounded away in her pussy.
"Okay,
okay, here it comes. Here it
comes..." He grunted.
Mary stood up,
the father's cock pulling out of her.
She whirled around and dropped quickly to her knees. She grasped his manhood, wet and slimy from
her pussy and inched closer to him, stroking him. "C'mon big guy. Give it to me. Right here on my tits." The older man moaned as she manipulated him
to orgasm. He let out a series of grunts
and pumped his load out. Mary took it on
her chest; his thin, slightly yellowed sperm striking her and dripping down her
stomach. The old guy did an admirable
job emptying himself on her. Mary rubbed
his cock on her nipples, coaxing more of his ejaculate from him. The stall reeked of his seed. Mary brought her head down to his cock and
took him in. His cock tasted of her
pussy, which was quite all right. His
spunk tasted strong and slightly rank to her, but it only increased the sense
of lewdness. She used one finger to
collect a glob of him from her right breast and used it to stimulate her
clit. It felt good and Mary had an
orgasm while voraciously suckling the father's cock while she used his seed to
lubricate her clit. She felt weak in the
knees as she finally released the spent penis from her mouth. Looking wearily at the door of the stall she
could see her husband, Joe and the younger man staring wide-eyed at her. The father reached down and pulled his pants
up, probably embarrassed to be so naked in front of his son. Mary got back up, the strings of gooey semen
running down her body. What a
feeling! She sat back down on the toilet
as the father left the stall.
Outside her
stall, the two truckers looked somewhat abashed. The older man finally said, "Well...
thanks friend. We sure had a nice
time. Your wife knows how to treat a
man. Let's go, Boy." The son nodded in solemn agreement. They walked out of the bathroom.
Joe went into
stall four. "You okay, Mary?"
"Oh,
Joe. That was really something. Look at me--I'm a mess! That was wild! Do you think they were father and
son?" Mary contemplated the semen
on her body, idly rubbing and spreading it to cover herself in a glistening
nacreous patina of goo. From her
shoulders and breasts and onto her stomach with its little stretch marks. Her nipples were erect. The stall smelled from their liquid gifts to
her.
"I'm sure
they were. The older one told him,
'don't tell your Ma'. They had to be
related. Anyway, I'm ready,
honey." Joe's cock was so hard that
it hurt. He wanted to add his load to
the rest. Mary looked up at him lovingly.
"I'd love
that Joe. Let me do you. And I want you to shoot on me. In my hair and on my face, okay?"
"Okay,"
Joe agreed, starting to unzip his zipper.
"Take
your pants all the way off, Joe. I want
to do you that way."
Joe
hesitated. The last thing he wanted was
to have both of them totally naked in case someone walked in. But he was raging hard and the thought seemed
exciting. He kicked his shoes off and
dragged his pants down to his ankles and stepped out of them. He looked at his cum-soaked little wife as
she smiled through the spunk of her face.
Other men's leavings. He could
never kiss her that way, but the thought always seemed bounce around in his
brain.
"Put your
leg up on the wall, Joe," she urged him.
He placed his right foot high on the wall and Mary scooted in close to
him. He felt the electricity as she
handled his stiff cock. She stroked him
gently and applied her warm mouth to his balls, enveloping them separately and
swishing her tongue around them longingly.
It's never like this at home, Joe thought excitedly. She is so good when we're here.
Mary then rose
up slightly and took his cock in her mouth.
She worked him expertly, coating him liberally with her saliva as her
mouth worked slowly up and down his shaft.
Joe felt his balls tighten up.
Mary used her fingers on his scrotum, lightly scratching her fingernails
against his sac. Joe was in heaven. She was devouring him, choking herself on his
shaft repeatedly, gagging herself intentionally as she tried to bury his cock
down her throat; making loud and obscene gulping sounds that rang out in the
tiled bathroom.
Mary pulled
her mouth off him and started to stroke his wet cock with her right hand. She dove slightly under him and used her left
hand to part his cheeks. She loved doing
things like this when she was here. She
buried her nose behind his balls. The
smell was intoxicating. She launched her
tongue out and it struck Joe's butt hole.
Making contact, Mary started to lick his ass while she stroked him. Joe was beside himself--Mary could feel
it. His butt hole opened as Mary prodded
it with her tongue. She laved him,
licking and forcing her tongue into his most intimate place. He groaned as her hand worked him to
orgasm. Her mouth wetted everything in
its path. Joe couldn't stand it any
longer. "I'm coming."
Mary backed
out and faced up to Joe.
"C'mon. C'mon. Right in my face. In my hair.
Give it to me." She stroked
his raging cock, kneeling in front of him.
Joe exploded on her, just where she wanted it. She felt it land in her hair twice and then
pulled his cock down. With her eyes closed,
she aimed him at her face, milking his semen onto her forehead and
eyebrows. Joe seemed to go on forever
and she rubbed him furiously on her smooth skin.
Joe felt his
legs shaking. Mary could really bring
the best out of him. What a money shot,
he thought, as he looked down and watched his loving wife masturbating him onto
her face. The face that she presented to
the world. The face he and the children
kissed goodnight. The face of the
suburban soccer mom, drenched in the sperm of three men inside a restroom off
the interstate.
Mary buried
his spent member into her mouth and cleaned him off, finally releasing him from
her sucking mouth with an audible pop and a smile for her man. "Did you like that, Joe?"
Joe smiled
weakly, wanting more than ever, now that the deed was done, to get his clothes
back on. Sated, he felt like a good
nap. But they couldn't leave yet. Mary wasn't done; cum-drenched as she was,
she wasn't finished yet. "I liked
it, Hon. It was great." Mary let
him go and Joe scrambled back into his pants and yanked his shoes back on. Mary got up and sat back on her porcelain
throne, idly patting her hair and forehead, distributing his spend evenly on
her skin. Her eyebrows glistened wetly
when she was finished, and they both could smell her victories. She looked radiant--happier than Joe had seen
her in a long time. He snapped a few
Polaroids and handed them to her to show her how much ejaculate she had
accumulated thus far.
Joe finished
dressing and stepped out of the confined bathroom stall. He hadn't even returned to equilibrium when
the bathroom door banged open and a burly young white guy stomped in. Another trucker, to judge by his old Cat ball
cap and his dirty old Carhart jacket.
About five foot ten and at least 270 pounds on a large hairy frame. The guy clomped heavily over to the urinal
and fished a fucking whopper out of his pants.
Joe waited until he was finished and put the sales pitch to him. The bear didn't even blink at Joe's
offer. Just shuffled heavily over to the
stall Joe pointed out and shambled in.
Mary heard
Joe's pitch and she knelt down on her pad in front of her hole. As the bear entered the adjacent stall, Mary
looked through the glory hole. The guy
was big--real big. Not in perfect shape
or anything--just a huge hairy guy. The
guy dropped his Levis down to his knees and bent down to peer through the slot
at Mary. "Ready?" he rumbled. Mary nodded shyly at him. "Anything, right? That's what your hubby said,
right?" Mary nodded again. The trucker straightened up and pulled his
dingy underwear down his hips, freeing a dangling thick penis. Mary was surprised at the length and girth
of it as the guy played idly with himself, stroking his length roughly,
preparing it for duty. As Mary watched
mesmerized, the guy brought his right hand up to his mouth and spit loudly and
copiously into his palm. He returned his
wet hand back to his groin and lubricated his dick. Mary was stunned at the act and her pussy
fluttered as she watched him apply spit to his meat.
Joe heard the
guy undressing and heard him ask Mary if "anything" was the deal or
not. Heard the guy spit loudly, like an
echoing rifle shot in the tile-lined bathroom.
Joe stepped forward with the Polaroid camera and caught the guy as he
stroked himself. The bear never
flinched. It would be a good
"before" picture that Mary would love. This guy was well hung--fucking huge
actually, Joe thought. And Joe heard the
guy as he told Mary that he wanted her butt.
Mary watched
as the guy bent down to her hole and appraised her again. "Turn around-I want your behind. I want to buttfuck you, lady," the
trucker growled. Mary stared at him
uncomprehendingly. "Turn around and
spread your cheeks and back up to the hole," the trucker cajoled her. Mary flinched. Should she, heck, could she even take this
guy in her behind? It was a way she hadn't
given up to anyone but Joe. The few
times she had been asked during these gloryhole urges she had immediately refused
the request without even thinking twice about it. But this big guy with his log of a
penis? His spitting on himself had
excited her terribly and weakened her resolve.
And what about a rubber? Mary
always carried rubbers for those she deemed likely to harbor disease-she did
little extra tricks for those she made wear rubbers. But she didn't want this guy wearing a
rubber-she wanted him bareback. And she
decided that she wanted him back there.
"okay,"
she whispered, getting up and turning her back to him. She bent down and backed up to the hole,
using her hands to raise her short skirt and spread her full butt cheeks
against the cold, thin, metal-clad pressboard partition. Her anus felt horribly wide and exposed to
the stranger.
Joe was
watching thru the door of the stranger's stall and realized that Mary intended
to let this guy buttfuck her--something no stranger had done to her. He hoped she would be all right--this guy was
big and when Mary was excited she tended to make some bad decisions. And he knew that she had decided not to make
the bear wear protection while he ravaged her most private orifice. Joe's own penis awakened from its rest to
surge inside his underwear and he felt the resultant flash of guilty pleasure.
Suddenly the
bathroom door surged open, rattling the suspended ceiling tiles with the
force. A young man, probably a good
prospect if Mary wasn't already committed, entered the bathroom. Joe hurriedly adjusted his zipper as though
he had just walked out of one of the stalls.
He went to the sink and washed his hands. The young man urinated at one of the
urinals. The occupied stalls were
deathly silent, the only sound coming from the sink Joe was using. Thank God, the man hadn't chosen to use one
of the four bathroom stalls. He might
have picked one of the occupied ones.
A couple of
urges ago, they had been interrupted in just such a way while Mary was being
banged in a stall. Some guy had came in
and headed right to the stall next to where Mary was entertaining. He had shucked his pants down and sat down to
a loud and lusty shit, his sounds and smells filling all the available
space. Mary had found this near
discovery highly erotic, although the smells and sounds she could have easily
done without.
But this
stranger was content to urinate and leave without washing his hands. Once more, the room rang with silence.
"All
clear," Joe announced. He heard
scuffling in the stalls and went back to the stranger's stall and peered
in.
Mary bent back
over, her skirt resting up on her back, and offered her bottom to the stranger
on the other side of the thin wall, peeling her cheeks apart and placing them
on either side of the opening. She was
as ready as she would ever be.
Joe watched the
stranger spit in his hand again and start massaging his cock and balls. His penis jutted like an angry red pole. The bear bent over and considered Mary's ass;
her anus a light pink star framed by the square hole. The bear got down on his haunches. Mary felt a jet of warm air near her butt
hole and had just enough time to realize that the stranger's face was near her
butt when the stranger spit on her anus.
The loud sound echoed in Mary's head as she felt a huge gob of saliva
strike her right in the center of her brown eye. Her pussy spasmed and her anus winked in
shock-she was so disturbed and turned on at the same time. How could spitting make her so horny? She had never even conceived of such a
thing. The saliva clung wetly to her
asshole.
The bear stood
up and inched closer to the wall. When
he was eight inches away, his cock head touched Mary's slippery anus. She felt him contact her, the blunt head
pushing insistently against her. She
spread her feet slightly to maintain her balance and held her ground as the
stranger advanced.
Joe watched
the stranger put his hands on the top of the stall walls and ease his hips
forward. His belly pancaked against the
partition wall as he proceeded forward.
His angry red cock was disappearing through the hole trying to bull its
way into Mary's guts. Joe wormed in
behind the guy and snapped another pic from the side, capturing the moment the
guy's bulbous cockhead disappeared into Mary.
He could hear her groan loudly in discomfort. Joe left the stall and peeked in at his wife
as she bent over, presenting her butt to the wall. Her eyes were screwed closed and her face was
taut with effort. Her mouth was frozen
open in a grim rictus of pain and discomfort.
Mary felt her
dirt channel resist as the hammerhead of cock forced its way into her
entrails. She willed herself to stay
still and not move away from the wall as the stranger impaled her on his
cock. It hurt despite the lubrication
the stranger had provided to her. She
felt stuffed back there and could not suppress her moans of distress. She panted loudly, as though she was
birthing. The stranger halted halfway
inside her and rested a moment. Then he
began to work himself in and out of Mary, his penis battering it's way past her
anus, fitting itself farther and farther inside her snug dark channel. Mary teetered at the edge of pulling herself
off the guy's rod and promising to do something else to get him off. Her butt burned and it felt like the guy was
splitting her in two. She felt stuffed
to the point of tearing and a cramped bloated feeling in her guts. But her clitoris was buzzing a bit from the
pain and Mary resolved to try and ride it out for a while. She played lightly with her clit, trying to
concentrate on her pleasure instead of the gut-wrenching feeling as the
stranger bottomed out in her. Mary felt
the despair of steady burning discomfort as his penis lay unmoving in her
rectum. Which would be worse, the full
length buried her or the pressure from that cock sawing in and out of her? Mary found herself focusing on the feeling
the waves of pain gave her. Found
herself thinking about the obscene spitting and how randy and wet that made her. Focused on how plugged her behind felt and
how it must look to Joe. How the guy
must feel and how proud she was that she could accommodate such a weapon inside
her bottom. She was surprised by the
sound of her own panting mingling with the grunts of the bear as he rooted
around in her ass mercilessly. The
stranger shuffled his feet to achieve new leverage against her and began to
bang her with long, hard strokes, his long, thick penis pulling completely out,
leaving her gaping open emptily for an instant and then slamming his whole
length back into her with punishing force.
Mary groaned anew--each exit left her feeling like she would shit
helplessly right there on the floor in front of the men; each entrance plowing
fresh pain into her as her ass struggled to accommodate this attack. Her lower digestive tract churned and she even
felt a bit nauseous. She considered
giving up again--this was too much. How
long had it been? It had to be two
minutes now, long enough. When would he
cum?
Joe watched
the tableau. His wife groaned as the
stranger savagely butt-fucked her. Joe
knew the rules. He wasn't supposed to
interfere. So he just watched, in slight
disgust and revulsion as the seconds turned into minutes and the stranger,
openly puffing and gasping with exertion now, continued to pummel Mary's
behind. So Joe did what he was supposed
to do. Which was to simply document the
event with Polaroid pictures. Finally,
the quality of the stranger's breathing changed to a quick gasp and he
redoubled his strokes inside Mary. She
felt him slamming her twice as fast and prayed that he was going to
finish. And then as the stranger came to
a stop lodged far up her bowel and she heard him keen a low extended moan. Oooh, she felt it now. Warm jets of gluey semen pulsing deep inside
her intestinal tract as the stranger emptied himself far up her butt. And Mary was able to stroke herself lightly
and cum a few short ones herself, dwelling on the feeling of such a monster
cumming in her. The stranger gave a few
additional slow strokes inside her ass, to intensify his orgasm. Mary felt the cock expand in her and the
inside of her ass got wetter. She burned
back there and she knew feel that the delicate membranes of her anus had
swollen a darker red and that she would be feeling this ass-fuck every time she
sat down. Even now she felt an empty
achy void back there.
With a final
shudder and a gasp, the bear came to rest inside Mary, and then slowly backed
out. Mary felt the invader leaving her
and struggled to close her gaping ass.
She didn't want to shit on the floor.
The flash of the Polaroid exploded as the stranger got clear of her
backside. That's one for the photo
album, she thought weakly. Mary groaned
with the effort to control her once-sufficiently tight musculature. She slowly turned and sat shakily down on her
neoprene pad on the floor. The
stranger's penis, wet and angry confronted her.
Joe had opened her stall door.
Mary, the consummate performer went for the finale. She beckoned to the stranger to step back up
to the wall. Mary grasped his exhausted
penis and brought herself up to it. At
least it didn't have any of her shit on it.
At least not obviously. A
generous dollop of semen was lodged just behind the rim of that majestic
cockhead. Mary nodded to Joe and placed
the cock against her cheek for a picture.
And then licked and finally sucked the semen off the big purplish plum
head of the stranger's cock, which had been in her vitals just moments
before. Her nose picked up the earthy
offal taste of her bowels on the man's penis as Joe finished the pack of
film. She gave the strangers penis one
last kiss and let it go. The stranger
contemplated her as he stepped heavily back and began to dress. He seemed like he wanted to say something,
but for some reason he remained quiet.
Mary sat back down, her legs tucked tiredly under her. She felt semen leaking out of her ass onto
her left ankle tucked under her. She
felt exhausted and satisfied with the night's activities. Maybe they should go back to the motel room
now. That was five penises now, including
Joe's. Her URGE was sated. She sat on the floor resting her arms on the
toilet. The stranger dressed and left
the men's room. Joe watched Mary idly,
waiting to see what she wanted to do.
The bathroom
door banged open and three laughing young white males entered, pushing and
shoving each other in a frenzy of young macho mock violence. They blasted past the urinals and the sinks,
stopping in a heap around Joe. One of
them opened the stall door before Joe could even react. The boys, who appeared to be in their late
teens or early twenties, peered around him to see Mary sitting on the floor of
the stall topless, covered head to toe with the semen of five grown men. Mary looked up, shocked by the sudden commotion
and the opening of her stall door.
Stunned, she saw the boys staring incredulously at her. She squealed and covered her breasts with her
hands and turned her hips away from their view. She was mortified at being caught naked and
cum-splattered like that in front of these boys. She felt her face redden in embarrassment.
"We heard
there was something going on in here," one of the boys said, "the old
black guy told us." The kid had a
comically sincere look on his acne-ridden face.
His black hair was short except for a shock of hair in front which
constantly fell down over his forehead.
"We don't want to hurt you or anything-we just want to see what's
going on."
"Sweet,"
the second one chimed in as he studied Joe's wife. A brown-haired small guy about five foot six
and he couldn't have weighed more than a hundred and thirty pounds. Cute.
"Yeah,"
the third one agreed. He was tall, about
six foot three and skinny as a rail. His
head of hair was razor cut down to short blond stubble and his head and sharp
nose made him resemble an ostrich.
"He told
us you were doing things--sex things. We
would like to get in on some of that if we could," the first boy finished
lamely, addressing himself both to Joe and Mary, uncertain of whom to petition.
"Gee,
guys..." Joe began, "you're all kind of young... And we were just getting ready to
leave..."
"That's
right," Mary whispered. Their youth
was intimidating to her. She keenly felt
past her prime. She felt conscious of
the flaws of her body, the stretch marks at the sides of her breasts from the
babies and the way her stomach must appear with it's little marks and belly
button frown. And the drying goo all
over her body.
"We're in
our twenties," the first boy protested.
"We're all twenty," he amended, "we go to college at
State." That's old enough," he
insisted. "We'd like to... give you
a try."
"Yeah,"
chimed the other two enthusiastically.
Mary blushed anew and thought about the situation. Should she?
They seemed so young. "I'm
thirty-six, boys. Isn't that too old for
you?" she asked honestly.
"My Mom
is thirty-eight," the second one offered.
Mary cringed inwardly.
"Yeah
Dude, and your Mom is hot. Like this
lady," the tall one laughed. The
slight one pushed him. "Don't talk
about my Mom like that, fucker."
"I'd fuck
your Mom in a heartbeat, Dude. Why do
you think I'm always going to your house?
It's not because I want to see you-it's cuz I just want to get close to
your Mom!" the tall one grinned.
The little guy
pushed him again and then regarded Mary.
"So can we?" He was so
small and cute. His big blue eyes
regarded her hopefully.
"So who
is first?" Mary said slowly and cautiously drawing her hands down and
offering the boys a full view of her breasts as she clambered to her feet and
moved her neoprene mat away from the partition wall. She centered it on the floor of the stall and
removed her skirt, consciously sucking her little pooched tummy in as she stood
there naked for their devouring eyes.
Her butthole still ached emptily.
"One of you watches the door.
I don't want anyone coming in and catching us. And one of you at a time in here. My husband takes pictures. Now if you'll give me a moment of privacy,
I'll get ready." With that, Mary
shut the stall door and removed her skirt.
She lay down on her mat with her head at the base of the toilet. Tight quarters in here. Her spread legs faced the door of the
stall. She briefly felt her pussy lips
and clit. She felt good lying here,
though it was chilly down here at floor level.
She touched her anus gently, feeling the sore, swollen ring. No one else was going there tonight, she
thought. She spread her thighs and
peeled her vagina lips apart. She
fingered herself idly and then self-consciously placed her wet finger in her
mouth. It tasted of her and slightly of
the father trucker. The randy feeling
was back. She was getting wet all over again. "I'm ready," she called gently
under the stall door.
Mary heard the
whispered discussion of the boys and saw the Nikes of the first boy, the black
shock-haired young man, trot to the door of the men's room to stand
lookout. Then Joe opened her stall
door. Mary looked out. The tall thin young man stared between Mary's
legs. He backed off, looking uncertain
and even scared. He apparently wasn't
even going to watch his friend. The
smaller guy with the puppy dog eyes, came shyly forward and waited. Mary knew from his trepidation that he had
little or no experience with girls or women and she felt a motherly tug at her
heartstrings. The young man tugged his
shorts and underwear off in one bunch and kicked them off his feet. He stood there sporting a stiff five-inch
penis, small, but not so small for his frame.
He stared down intently at Mary's closely-shorn pubic patch and her
pussy. He dropped down to his knees
between Mary's legs and continued to study her genitalia. "Wow," he breathed to himself. Then, placing a hand on the mat at each side
of Mary, he assumed a classic push-up position over her cum-splattered
torso. His penis bumped blindly around
at the top of her vagina. Mary reached
down between them and pushed his penis down to her hole. The boy pushed again and he slipped inside
Mary's warm depths. His eyes went wide
in surprise and Mary believed he had entered his first woman. "It really is like warm apple pie,"
he breathed, slowly stroking himself in and out of Mary's pussy. She smiled at him.
"Come on,
tiger. Do me," she cooed at him to
spur him on. The boy needed no further
encouragement. His thrusts sped up, his
cock filling her snugly. He slowly
lowered himself onto her wet chest, and she hugged him lightly to her, this
intimacy exciting. All of the sudden,
she felt his lips on hers and his insistent tongue force its way into her
mouth. She responded with an excited
moan; her tongue doing swordplay with his; secretly hoping he didn't notice
anything unusual about the taste of her mouth.
He kissed her with the unskilled passion of the neophyte, and she kissed
back, thrilled by his enthusiasm. He
rode her and she fucked back against him, coaxing him to orgasm. He sped up even faster and gasped into her
face.
"Do you
want-inside or out?"
"In me,
tiger. Fill me up," she told
him. She felt warm and slightly sweaty
from her exertions and the young man atop her.
He stiffened and groaned and she felt him shoot his goo into her
pussy. He spurted and spurted inside
her, coating her and himself with his spend.
Finally he rested on her, his cock still in her wet channel. He regarded her solemnly.
"Did
you-I mean...you know...?"
"Of
course I did, honey. You were
good." She told him truthfully. She
hadn't come, but his freshness was touching and exciting to her. The boy pulled out of Mary, and she felt his
warm semen start pool at the mouth of her sex.
The Polaroid flashed on his weakening cock coated with its wet, creamy
spend juxtaposed against her leaking snatch.
"Thank-you," she told him humbly.
"Thank-you,"
he gushed, rising off of her to quickly dress himself. Gathering his shoes, he stumbled out of the
stall, leaving Mary laying there waiting for her second young man.
Joe leaned in
and snapped another picture of Mary as she sat there leaking from her latest
gentleman. He backed out as the second
one, the tall, skinny one entered. He
watched as the boy and Mary sized each other up anxiously.
"I want a
bj instead. I can't do sloppy seconds,
okay?"
"Okay,"
Mary answered, getting up on her hands and knees. She moved parallel to the youth. All the better for Joe to get the
pictures. This night was turning out to
be a treasure and she would have a lot of memories preserved on film. The boy simply dropped his pants and
underwear down to his feet and stroked himself unconsciously. His penis was of medium size and, like the
rest of him, thin as a rail. It was hard
as a rock and jutting up towards his bellybutton. Mary scooted up next to him and placed her
hands on his cock and balls. "I'll
take over from here." The youth
dropped his hands off his meat and Mary bent his cock down from his belly and
began to stroke and knead his manhood.
The boy leaned his head back and closed his eyes, struggling to spread
his feet for balance. Mary took his cock
into her warm mouth and fellated him, rubbing the underside of her tongue
against his sensitive frenum as sucked.
She was actually salivating as she blew him, as though she were
hungry. The boy moaned and Mary felt
little jolts of excitement. She used one
hand to ply the sensitive bud between her legs.
It felt wonderful. She loved this
boy's response. His cock was wet with
her saliva as she released him from her mouth.
She moved down to his nuts, cocking her head sideways to lick and
nibble, sucking his sack and balls and stroking his rampant cock lightly with
her hands as she worked him. The
Polaroid flashed on them both.
Judging by the
inarticulate sounds the young man made, he wouldn't last long she knew. He was flexing his legs and rocking from one
leg to the other as he prepared to shoot his wad. Mary herself came in small waves of orgasm
from the sheer excitement of it all.
Sated, she inserted her right index finger in her squishy pussy and
sloshed it around. Planting her mouth
back on the boy's cock, she reached around the boy and slowly wormed her finger
into his anus and pressed until her finger was embedded to the second joint in
him. He groaned in response, whether in
discomfort or pleasure she didn't know.
"Come on,
honey. Come on. In my mouth," she instructed him before
diving face first back onto his cock.
She sucked him furiously.
"Shit,
shit, shit," the boy moaned, "here, here it comes, here it
comes..."
Mary felt his
anus contract around her finger and felt the flavors in her mouth change to a
salty, slightly bleachy taste as he spasmed inside of her mouth. He shot four big looping jets of warm semen
onto her tongue, his hips bucking at her and her face riding his groin. It was fun, she thought as she tasted his
offering and started to swallow the accumulated spend and excess spit in her
mouth. She moaned luxuriously so the boy
would know how much she appreciated the taste of his juice-she didn't want him
to have any questions on that score.
Joe watched as
his wife moaned. She had told him before
that the act of a man cumming in her mouth was a huge turn-on for her. She liked the thought of being able to coax
them to shoot off just by using her mouth.
He snapped another pic dutifully.
The boy's cock must have finally gotten ultra-sensitive because he
backed away from Mary.
"That was
so fucking good," he gushed enthusiastically, "that was just so
fucking good..."
"I'm glad
you liked it. You have a beautiful taste
sweetie," she said blushingly.
The boy
blinked at her incredulously and then smiled sheepishly. "Thanks."
The third boy,
the black-haired one, entered the stall.
His buddies had moved off, guarding the door to the men's while they
chattered excitedly in low tones about their experiences. The youth dropped his shorts and kicked them
off, along with his shoes. Don't kids
wear underwear anymore? Mary wondered as she spied his rigid penis jutting out
of a hairy groin. Mary slowly laid back
down on her mat and the boy knelt between her spread legs. He didn't waste time on niceties. His penis speared Mary's cum-filled snatch
and he commenced to fuck her on the floor, boning her with short fast strokes
that kind of took the wind out of her as he rested on his elbows above
her. He did the classic push-up position
over Mary, resting is weight on his arms; his body never touching hers except
where their organs met. His face was
near hers-his eyes were closed in concentration. She watched his face as he worked inside
her. The stall was filled with the sound
of him exerting himself and the slap of his groin meeting hers. Joe snapped a Polaroid.
Soon Mary felt
his strokes reaching deeper and faster into her. She reached out and grasped the young man's
buttocks with both hands and helped drive him down into her. He was pile-driving her now and she raised
her butt cheeks off the mat to enhance his fuck.
"Where do
you want it huh? In you or on you?"
he panted.
"Pull out
and shoot on me," she whispered, releasing her hands from his ass-cheeks. The youth gasped and popped his boner out of
Mary. He shot streamers of white goo
onto her stomach and chest and then rubbed himself furiously up and down her
pubic triangle, coaxing his spend out, shooting dying spurts up to fill her
navel with his sperm. "Yes, yes,
that's it," she coaxed him, watching him excitedly. She felt so randy-she and Joe would have to
fuck once more back at the motel just to help her unwind from this
evening. She had loved these young
men. The boy finally came to his senses
and backed off Mary, admiring his handiwork.
Mary watched his eyes as she idly trailed her index finger through his
ejaculate. She fished around in her
belly-button and then put the creamy digit into her mouth. The boy goggled at her.
"Shit you're
hot, lady," he gasped. "You're
really hot,". She blushed in
appreciation. The boy rose shakily to
his feet and dressed as Mary rested. The
semen on her belly and chest slowly cooled as she waited. Finally, the boy left the stall and she heard
them outside slapping high fives as they exited the bathroom. Joe peered in and then snapped a pic of his
cum-spattered wife.
"You
ready, hon?"
"Yes,"
Mary answered, rising tiredly to her feet and slipping her skirt back on. She put her bra in her bag and pulled her
shirt over her head. The fabric clung to
her skin where the wet deposits of spunk were.
She felt sated. She packed up her
gear and carefully replaced the missing piece of the wall.
"I'm
ready, Joe. And thanks. I really appreciate this, Honey."
Joe looked
away and then slowly looked back at his pretty wife's face, shiny in places,
and crusty in others. Time to tell
her.
"I just
want you to know. I kind of like it,
too. Mary. It's kind of a turn-on for
me."
Shocked, Mary
stared at him. "You...you like it,
Joe? Really? Then its ok?" she asked hopefully.
"Yeah. I guess its okay. I thought it might bother you if you knew I
liked seeing you with those men. It does
bother me, it really does, but it also gets me going, too. It's pretty exciting to see you in
action. Anyway, I love you Mary."
"Oh, I
love you too, Joe. Let's go back to the
room and look at our pictures. I think
there's still one cock I'd like to revisit and it's one I'm really hot for
right now."
Holding hands,
they strolled companionably out of the Men's room. Joe Savior and his Glory Hole Wife.
The End.
Glory Hole
Wife by Shakespeare_I._Aint (M+ m+ f everything)
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