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Glory Hole Wife (M+ m+ F, intr)
by Shakespeare_I._Aint (Shakespeare_I._Aint@mailexcite.com
Copyright 2001, Shakespeare_I._Aint. ALL Rights Reserved
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This story contains sexual acts involving every orifice. Do not
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under the age of 18.
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 Chicago and her suburbs. Whereupon he was
bound by Mary's rules while he watched her service strangers
through a six-inch by six-inch hole he'd had to cut himself in the
wall between two stalls. Standing helplessly by while she was
reviled by these lucky bastards and signaling for him to take
another Polaroid to add to THE BOX. No pornography of any kind in
the Savior home. No Playboys, nothing on the Internet, no saucy
cable channels. Just THE BOX, with its Polaroids of Mary And The
Strangers, carefully locked and hidden on the top shelf of the
closet. Away from prying eyes of their children. Even the key to
the damn thing was hidden. Taped under a drawer in Mary's dresser.
And Joseph suspected his wife looked at those pictures occasionally
when she was alone. Relived those sessions. Maybe masturbated to
them. And the saddest part was that Joseph himself had used them
to masturbate in a furious seven-day spurt when Mary and the kids
had gone to visit her parents in Minnesota. That had been
humiliating to Joe.
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
Chicago to see a show and do the Loop. I told them it depended on
how much running around we had to do tomorrow. I told them I'd
call her as soon as we figured out what we would do." She waited
expectantly, praying.
"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 Michigan
and Wisconsin in the summers. A regular moving roadblock. Mary
bounced out of the house. "Ready, Joe?" she asked brightly. Joe
put on his happy face.
"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 Chicago or head home,"
Mary said.
"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 Chicago and the
'burbs behind and they passed through Gary, Indiana and Michigan
City and finally into the farmlands and fields of Michigan. Mary
squirmed in her seat. Joe caught her out of the corner of his eye.
"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 Marathon gas station, the motel
was the only other building even visible from the interstate. It
always seemed to Joe that the only reason you could enter or exit
the freeway around here was so the farmers would have a way to get
on. There was nothing else around Sawyer, Michigan.
The Sawyer Motel served as a place to sleep for those travelers
who needed inexpensive accommodations for the night. Fairly close
to the backwater Michigan town of the same name, it seemed to
accommodate its fair share of locals looking for a room for their
own sexual enterprises. The place saw only light use and it always
seemed like a depressing little dump to Joe. He left Mary in the
van and headed in to get a room. Forty-two dollars later, Joe came
out with the key in his hand. Mary watched him anxiously from the
car.
"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 eight o'clock in the evening, and time to leave for
the gloryhole. Time was a wastin'.
"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.
Michigan was one of those states that errantly provide twin rest
areas on both sides of a divided highway rather than plunking one
down in the center of the median for use by both directions of
travel. These rest areas, unencumbered by civilian enterprises
such as restaurants and gas stations, were simply long buildings
with bathroom facilities, a small area for travelers to check their
maps against the large one, a dog run area and a smattering of
picnic tables set in the pine trees. As rest areas go, this one,
known as the "Sawyer Rest Area West" according to a little sign by
the payphone, was lightly utilized. It had the cheap vinyl tiled
floor and fluorescent lighting associated with most utilitarian
rest areas. Most travelers preferred to wait until Michigan City
to get the gas and food they couldn't get here. They would wait
until Michigan City to stretch their legs and head to the bathroom.
No, this rest area was mostly utilized by truckers who would sleep
in their cabs until morning before heading back out on their lonely
ways. Or used by travelers whose bladders simply wouldn't wait
until the state line.
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 only 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 of Glory Hole Wife by Shakespeare_I._Aint
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