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Glorious

By: glory_first



Glory holes seem to be a man's game - straight, bi, or gay. The first pictures I saw of the concept were B&W, from the 80s, published in Der Spiegel in the early 90s. Till then, the glory hole idea was not really clear, nor particularly erotic. The Spiegel picture showed a man pressed against a wall with holes, and it is pretty obvious his hard cock is being well serviced from the way he is arching against the wall, and holding on to a couple of other lower holes on the side to thrust his hard cock better. But this seemed to belong to the same past as erotic late 70s/early 80s hardcore porn. The idea of simply pleasuring someone without any other contact, and the thrill of surprise each time became a tempting thought over time.

I had spent a period between 14-18 jacking off to porn, from Playboy/Penthouse to hardcore, often with a best friend or sometimes with one of his friends too, though never touching each other (nor at the time, any desire to). I have occasionally jacked off over the years thinking about how hot it is to watch a hard cock being stroked as I stroke mine. My friend's cock was cut, maybe bigger than mine (both average enough), and definitely pinker and whiter than mine when hard. He stroked more of the length of his cock as he got harder, while I tended to stroke closer to the head of my cock the hotter I was. We would stroke ourselves, share magazines, and sometimes watch each other, neither openly nor furtively - sometimes the stroking is so good, there is no way to avoid looking, especially when stoned. Sex is pretty universal, whether stiff cock or glistening pussy. A hard cock being pleasured is something men enjoy - they want their hard cock to get off, and when hard enough, nothing matters but how good it is. Probably many men won't admit this, unless they are hard themselves, but simply cumming with no contact except the sexual is a temptation hard to pass up, which is why glory holes are unlikely to fall out of male fashion. 

Porn shops with private videos have been around for decades - combined with a glory hole and some good dope, the idea of watching porn with the chance of sharing the experience offers much the same attraction as the old porn theaters - men getting off, alone or together. I have talked to enough women about this to think the idea of a glory hole is pretty one sided - simply cumming for its own sake seems something all the women I've met find very male, especially when your partner is competely unknown. Porn and dope is not so gender specific - there are women who definitely get off on it, in my enjoyable personal experience. But getting stoned and cumming watching video porn has been a long term habit of mine, with or without a woman. Until today, without a man, either. 

Findng a glory hole at a local video store was oddly tempting, not that anything happened for the last several years. The store's cabins often had very good porn, slightly kinky, enough to make me hard and cum repeatedly so that coming back to enjoy them again was a foregone conclusion, though no one ever shared the other cabin who was interested in sharing cumming. 

Today, after watching some hot MMF porn (one guy ass fucking a man with a woman sucking his hard cock and fingered her hairy pussy), and almost cumming before the tape ended, I started switching through the other programs. Someone rattled the door, and then went into the next cabin. After the shock left its rush comfortably behind, with my half erect cock being pumped in my hand watching a women being asked about porn and her first experiences, I heard him open the other door, close it, and then pull down his clothes, and thought about him getting hard, while the slot between us was closed on my side. The idea of being the one deciding when to open it was a sort of erotic defense - when I wanted to, but waiting until there was no way to help myself was part of the attraction which was turning me on. This time, it seemed as if the glory would be shared, and my cock felt so good there would be no way to resist what I wanted to happen.

After a couple of minutes, it seemed to me he was obviously playing with his cock, and while still stroking mine, I opened the slot, and almost came then, I was so hot about my first time actually getting off at a glory hole. He seemed to appreciate the view, and was probably as hot as I was. It took me a couple of minutes to really notice him - my cock was so hard that I wasn't really paying attention to much else, since this was the first time in decades another male had seen me stroke my hot cock and balls, or I watched a man stroke his. I got much harder, almost cumming but then slowing the rhythm, listening to how much he seemed to enjoy watching my cock, as his hand moved faster pumping the length of his turned on cock, rising out of his curly cock hair. I then started looking through the glory hole for a better, longer view. Watching him stroke his cock, seeing his balls and bush, just watching his legs move while his cock was stroked was directly wired from my eyes to my cock, my brain doing nothing but getting off, knowing/hoping better would come. We were both stroking the whole lengths of our cocks, legs spread, leaning back because we were completely focused on our stroking, and we both knew we were. At this point, there was no way I could stop stroking, and no reason to. A hard cock being stroked is always sexy, especially with the thrill of what may come hovering in the future. And the uncut cock I could see was as hard as mine, straight in the air, a fist pumping it. Again, maybe bigger, but average - now I felt the memory of how hot a hard stroked cock is to watch. The best gay porn is this way - hard cocks are hot when your own cock is hard too. And the public aspect of the private cabin added a certain horniness - this was somewhere new with someone unknown. 

Imagining the glory hole, and then experiencing the reality is like sex itself. Unimaginable, but irrestible when it occurs. Stroking my cock, watching him stroke his, I almost came several times, and I was so hard, not simply getting off was making me harder. After watching him play with himself while stroking my own pulsing hot cock, a finger came through the opened hole. I stroked it with a finger - I have no idea what the etiquette for a glory hole is, but we were both so turned on, it was obvious we both wanted to cum. I then stroked several of his fingers curled around the opened slot with my left hand, stroking my cock with my right, which was becoming the center of our attention. He put his hand through the opening. There was no way to stop stroking my own hard and heavy cock, and as he reached for and touched my cock hair, I almost came again. 

His questing hand was better than any fantasy while stroking me, though I could no longer see his cock. But at this point, my eyes were pretty much unseeing, except when watching his hand, though I could still hear him stroking his cock even harder as he touched me. For the first time, a man was touching me, turning me on so much I couldn't stop stroking myself, nothing was so good as being stroked by a man, a hand hotter than any before, forbidden since it felt so good, for the first time. I was simply losing all control, my cock being stroked with another man touching me- cumming was impossible to stop at this point, which he seemed to understand so much better than I, since he was the one making me cum. And cum so good and hard - he wouldn't let me slow down to enjoy a longer plateau, but his hand kept forcing me to keep pumping my cock. I hadn't come in days, and my balls were certain to be full after such good stroking. And the idea that a man with a cock as hard as mine had done this was a horny truth my cock kept centered on itself, pumping hot come from my horny balls.

His hand was such a kinky thought to my cock. He smelled differently from any woman - definitely male, a cologne of some type, and definitely sexy for my hot cock. Pure hot sex, a fantasy of stroking coming real while stroking myself - luck (or fate?) is always a part of great orgasms. I started cumming, and then really pumped hard, his hand on my cock while I came, my cum pumping so good from my full sac. It was so hot and the 'kinkiness' was a large part - another man had made me come. There had been no way for me to stop it from happening from the second I saw his hard cock, but his touching and stroking my cock was glorious.

After cumming, but very soon after, his cock came through the slot, and spurted in just a few seconds. He came in the time it took me to figure out what was happening, but I started touching another man's cock while it was still hard and dripping come, with velvet hot skin. As I stroked, the cum kept pumping steadily, not spurting but it still must have been very good. 

This was the hottest thing at a video store since the mid 90s, with a pregnat woman being fingered, sucked and fucked by a very aroused man - somehow, I doubt this kink will tempt many who enjoyed this first time.

Glorious



Valiantly, she struggled beneath him, her face reddening, her breath raspy, her eyes trying to roll back in her head, her chest heaving futilely, yet being chained to the bedposts, all she could do was writhe between his clamping legs and try to maintain her focus upon his gentle, enraptured smile as he dipped his head downward to kiss her painted lips while maintaining the constant pressure on the ribbon encircling her vulnerable neck. 

"Damn, that's hot!" Gloria gasped under her breath. I just had to smile, feeling her shudder with excitement as she sat in my lap with a hand down the front of her jeans. To add just a little more naughtiness to the moment, I gently squeezed the breast I was cupping, eliciting a faint sigh from her. Admittedly, the scene she had just read aloud from the screen of the laptop was quite enticing for me as well, evidenced by the hardness within my jeans, an arousal which I was absolutely certain she could feel against her. 

As he lifted his face away, her eyes lowered - along his chest, down his stomach, ultimately coming to rest upon the object of her ultimate pleasures. She absolutely loved to have him inside her as he choked her or strangled her, and she yearned for it now. "Please" she wheezed, her eyes fixated upon the clear drop ready to fall from his bulbous tip. 

He loosened the ribbon slowly, allowing her to obtain more oxygen and dispelling the haze which had seeped into her consciousness. "'Please' what?" he countered, purposely making her ask for it despite herself. 

She inhaled deeply, closing her eyes and relishing the feel of fresh air flowing into her lungs. When she felt the drop befall her at last, it was as if molten lava had just fallen upon her chest, and she gasped despite herself. 

Since she did not respond to his question, however, the ribbon was again pulled taut around her neck, tighter than before, and it was likely not a coincidence that the sudden constriction had occurred at that subtle unnoticeable moment between exhale and inhale. Within seconds, she was in a mild panic, struggling anew, pleading with her eyes and her moving lips, pleading for a simple life-assuring breath, pleading for his thick length to rut furiously into her. 

Gloria was really squirming upon me, with both my hands toying with her breasts. As she read of the woman in the story being deprived of breath, her own breaths were growing more lustful. 

"Remove your hand," I instructed her in a firm voice, and with a soft mew of protest, she obeyed. "Keep reading," I added as I lifted her hand to my lips and began to clean the nectar from her fingers. 

Just as her lungs were starting to burn, he loosened the ribbon at last, allowing her to take in the air she desperately needed. "'Please' what?" he repeated firmly with a noticeable snarl. 

Her face was visibly red, and not just from the lack of circulation in her head. "Please... please use me." Between her inhalations, her voice wavered greatly with need mixed equally with shame. "Take me. Please, fuck me!" 

"No!" he insisted, pulling again at the ends of the ribbon as yet another clear drop befell her chest. And on it went, at least a half-dozen times, with her being able to breathe long enough to plead and him denying her and once again taking away the oxygen she so desperately needed. Yet even as she wheezed, even as she fought against her bonds, even as she reddened with shame, even as she cried from the unrealized craving, her naked body felt intensely alive, full of lust for this near-stranger found once again in a crowded bar, her need spilling onto the tattered black-and-blue quilt upon his rickety old bed.  

"Oh my God!" Gloria gasped, suddenly leaning forward in my lap, and I used her breasts to haul her back against my chest, shamelessly groping her as if I owned her. 

I glanced over my shoulder at the rickety old bed, the quilt and the covers strewn about, the cuffs still attached to the thick silver chains snaking out from the battered wooden bedposts. I could almost see myself again straddling this woman with the piercing green eyes and the bleach-blonde hair, her alabaster chest a stark contrast to my well-tanned thighs and her reddening face, the ends of the wide black ribbon curled around my fists, her lips moving almost futilely. 

"Keep reading," I ordered her as I slipped a hand up her sweatshirt and into her unzipped jeans. The heat within the denim was intense, and the moisture I found inside her panty was almost as passionate as her soft sound of need. 

"Please just fuck me!" Gloria pleaded. "Please! Just like last night." 

"Back in the chains as I strangle you?" Before she could answer, I rapidly thrust a pair of fingers inside her, making her squeal and buck against me. 

"Yes!" she pleaded breathily. "Please! Anything! Just fuck me!!!" 

"Only after you help me write the ending to the story." 

Her groan of frustration was glorious. 



Glorious Banishment



Clifton liked to watch. In a way that's what led to his banishment, I guess. I didn't know at the time that it could have been called a glorious banishment, but my more recent one certainly qualified for that.

I was in my second season as a dancer aboard cruise ships. I worked as one of ten dancers—five women and five men—and two women and two men singers who also did a little dancing. We worked up two programs a year and went from cruise to cruise. When we could get full booking, we'd do two performances each of two shows on a ten-to-twelve day's cruise in exchange for a cabin bed and pretty good board, some world sightseeing, and income that was more steady than trying to land musicals of any length on Broadway or the road.

The biggest downside of this was rather strange—it was the pitch and roll of the cruise ships. They have this down to a science enough that most passengers can manage it without giving it much of a thought—but get up on stage and try and do some fancy footwork while you're also fighting for balance and see how long before you've gotten a sprained ankle. That's why we have five of each gender for dancers. The routines are designed for four of each, which can be scaled down to two in a pinch. We have to maintain the extras to guard against being banged up.

I guess a dancer being banged up also figures in Clifton's glorious banishment story—but my own experience leads into an update on his.

I'd felt quite pleased about this eleven-day Eastern Caribbean cruise gig we'd landed. I'd done the landing of the job myself. The cruise ship was sailing out of Bayonne, New Jersey, and, at a time that the troupe didn't have a cruise and I was nursing a sprained ankle, I met a guy several months before this sailing in a bar in New York City. He was looking for what I was in the mood to give and we clicked pretty good. It was a Friday night, and he took me back to his hotel room and fucked me into Sunday evening.

He was interested in more than just a straight fuck. After what were pretty short preliminaries of him establishing control by going down on me and then forcing me to my knees to suck him, instead of leading me to the bed, he took me right there on the carpet. He pushed me down on the floor and grabbed my hips in strong hands and pulled me up onto my shoulders and stood over me and fucked down into my channel with my legs spread wide. While he was fucking me, he kept corkscrewing around my torso in a 360-degree rotation that had his slightly upward curved, long and rather thin, cock moving the full circle around my channel, with his cock head caressing my channel on all sides. It was a pretty nifty feel—and I've got to admit that I have been felt in my day. 

I'd told him I was a stage dancer, so I guess he wanted to try my flexibility out—and it was quite an interesting testing. And it was easy on my ankle too.

It turns out we were both in the cruise industry. He was the cruise director on a company sailing out of Bayonne, and I was a dancer in a troupe looking for work on such cruises.

After that first, frenzied "get-acquainted" fucking and having found he liked me enough to do it again, Keith showed me that he liked to give massages that turned more and more intimate as his pre-sex play. And, as a dancer, I knew how to give and liked taking massages almost as much as I enjoyed the sex that followed.

He wanted more of what I could give him and so he offered my troupe this spot on an Eastern Caribbean cruise. I was well aware of the very strict rule of no sex between the crew and the passengers—and it often got boring just to get off with the other guys in the dance troupe—but the cruise director pointed out to me that there was no rule against sex between the members of the crew as long as they kept it on the hush-hush and didn't let it interfere with their jobs, which required their full attention during the many hours they were on duty.

His offer seemed like a win-win situation, and the cruise was a pretty plush one, so I didn't have any trouble getting the rest of the dancers and singers to sign on.

Everything would have gone OK—I spent more time in the cruise director's cabin giving and getting massage, head, and fucking than I was spending anywhere else on the cruise. But Keith was good at it, so it was easy to think that everything was fitting together real well.

But Keith was the jealous type—and also vindictive.

It was actually the mid-thirties blond hunk who sat in the first row of the ship's theater during the night's first performance while we were still sailing out to sea and steaming past Bermuda on our way to San Juan who was my undoing.

He came to both shows—and managed to sit at the front both times. And the way he stared me down and looked me up and down while we were performing told me in no uncertain terms that he was interested. He'd applaud and cheer and cat call when I was doing my featured spots, and when he wasn't doing that I could see that he was sitting there with his hand on his crotch. That night he was waiting for me in the side corridor when we'd changed and came out of the stage door.

Keith was already waiting for me in his cabin. After the first show, he told me that I'd put him in heat and he wanted to fuck—he said he'd arranged for his assistant to cover the rest of what he had to do in the way of passenger programming that evening and that he wanted me to come straight back to his cabin for some "special" sex. Although Keith was bigger and older than I was, he'd been a Broadway dancer himself, and he was still flexible enough to take me in some really interesting positions, like the one he'd used our first time, after we'd done our massage preps.

But here the muscle guy was—older than Keith, but still in tip top shape, a lot more muscular and better looking in the face than Keith was—standing at the stage door, tongue hanging.

"Hey," he said, putting his hand on my arm to make sure I knew he was talking to me and not to one of the other dancers who was coming off the backstage with me.

"Hey yourself."

"I enjoyed your dancing . . . a lot."

"Thanks. I guess that's why you made both shows."

"You saw me?"

"Yeah. We can make out faces pretty well about three rows back. You were a little hard to miss."

"Being that obnoxious was I?"

"No, being that good looking." If there was any doubt in his mind which way I swung, I could tell that I'd just dispelled that. He moved closer and put his hand on my butt. I knew I was going to have to cut that off, but I didn't really want to—certainly not until I'd enjoyed his touch for a few moments.

"Ummm, I thought maybe you'd let me buy you a drink."

"Sorry, I can't," I answered, trying to be polite, which is rule number one for cruise control in the care and feeding of paying passengers. But I wasn't really having trouble keeping a smile on my face either. He was a real looker, and if we didn't have this stringent, drop-dead rule about fraternizing with the passengers, I'd be happy to jump in bed with him in an instant.

He looked glum, and then even more glum when I put my hand on the one he had been squeezing my butt cheek with and gently moved it away.

"Listen, sorry. I have an appointment, someplace I have to be now. But also I'm afraid there's a solid rule around here about getting cozy with the passengers. Both you and I could be kicked off the ship."

"You don't find me attractive enough, do you?" he asked. He had such a wounded puppy dog look—and looked so good doing it—that I could have knelt right there in the corridor and given him a blow job that clearly showed what I really felt about him. God knows I'd done it on impulse enough when I felt like it and there was no impediment.

And I'm not particularly shy either.

"You look plenty good to me," I said. "I'd sit on your cock right here in the hall if it wouldn't get us kicked off the ship. Hold it until we're back in Bayonne, and I'll march right off the ship and into a motel room if you want. Hell, I'll let you do me in the backseat of your car in the cruise line's parking lot, if you can't wait for it."

For some reason this seemed to heat him up rather than cool him down. I guess I'm not all that great at cruise control.

"I know a place up on deck topside nobody'll be at this time of night. We could—"

"Sorry. As I said, I have a meeting with my boss I'm already late for—and we can't on the cruise. That's a rock solid no-no."

"I'll pay," he said with a whimper. "I'll pay off anyone who has to look the other way."

"It's not a question of money. I need this job. If you still want to do it when we get back to Bayonne, just whistle."

I physically disengaged his grip on my arm, but also gave him a smile, and started moving down the corridor. I ached to go topside with him to see if he was as well equipped and as proficient as his looks suggested. But . . .

"My name is Seth," he said to my back as I moved away from him. "Here, write down where I can find you once we get back to Bayonne."

"I'd be willing to meet you on the gangway in Bayonne," I answered. But then I sighed and turned and saw that he was holding out a business card and a pen. I looked at the business card before I jotted a telephone number and address where I could be reached when I was in New York—a two-bedroom apartment I rented with nine other guys who operated out of the city like I did but who, like me, weren't there all that often. According to his card, he was a stock broker in the big city—or at least claimed to be. The clothes he was wearing and the flashy Rolex watch on his wrist bore out the claim.

"I'm Dale," I said as I handed his card back to him and turned to continue on to my tryst with the cruise director, Keith, who indeed had a very inventive approach that evening. He turned me on my side and strapped my thighs and calves together and fucked me sideways, which gave us a really tight fuck.

I put Seth out of my mind after our brief encounter—or tried to—because his failure to offer to take me back to his cabin—which would have been very tempting regardless of the rules—or to take me right from the ship when it docked back in New Jersey screamed of commitments he had. He probably wasn't alone on the cruise and wouldn't be leaving the ship alone.

I'd already had enough in my life of married guys cruising for that little extra exotic experience with variety tail.

So, I forgot Seth, which was pretty easy to do considering some of the other offers I was getting from bored cruise passengers on the high seas—both male and female—and the new ways Keith was showing me he could mine my channel. At least I forgot about Seth until three nights later, after we had left after a day in St. Thomas and were headed for Samana in the Dominican Republic.

We did the second of the two sets of shows for the cruise that night while we were sailing, and there was Seth, tongue hanging out, hand on crotch, in the front row during the first show.

He wasn't there for the second show, though, which made me feel a little deflated. It had been flattering that he had wanted me so bad. I thought that he certainly could cool off fast.

In the middle of the second show, Keith told me to come to his cabin when we were finished.

He was on the bed, on his stomach, just in a pair of athletic shorts, when I entered the room. By routine, I stripped down to the altogether and straddled his thighs and began to massage his back and shoulders—and then down to work his glutes and his thighs, calves, and feet. He was hard when he turned over and I only briefly massaged his chest and hips until I was massaging his cock with my mouth.

He slowly face fucked me until he murmured he was about ready to come, and then I finished him with my hand. He pulled my face down to his and we kissed. While we were doing so, he turned me onto my back and began running his hands over my body, pushing and pulling, and kneading—but only with one hand, because the other one was busy stroking my cock.

He knew how to bring me to the edge but not take me over, so that I began to writhe under him and beg him for his cock.

At that point, he laughed and turned me onto my belly. With a hand on my lower belly, he raised me onto my knees and I felt his knees pressing into my hips on either side and the long slide of him into my channel, and he rode me slowly and deeply. He slid back out after several minutes of long-stroking and left me briefly. He'd pressed me flat again on my stomach as I felt his weight lift off me, and then my thighs were being straddled and forced together by knees, and while my back and arms were being massaged, a hard cock was sliding up and down across my hole between my butt cheeks.

I begged him for it again and moved with the rhythm of the stroking—and then jerked and gave a little cry as the head of the cock broached my rim and was slowly sliding into me.

I thought that Keith must have had his Wheaties that morning because he seemed thicker and seemed to be mining me deeper than ever before.

But then I looked over at the sofa beside the bed and saw that Keith was sitting there and stroking his cock and watching me being doggy fucked by . . . I discovered Seth, when I cranked my head back to see who was doing this to me.

Rules or no rules, I was being covered by a blond hunk who already had his thick, hard cock a good nine inches up into my channel. So, I gave in and went wild with the fuck—he was entertaining and tantalizing me, with a tattoo of three short digs from rim to prostate and then to long, deep plunges, a twist of the hips and then all of the way out and then a kiss of my rim with a rotation of his cock head before the next shallow penetration. I lifted my hips to his pelvis and started thrusting back hard with his first plunging stroke—and then he lost control of his artistry and just started pistoning me hard and deep in long strokes while I went wild and cried out for him and twisted and turned my hips and thrust back to capture the full length and girth of a cock that seemed to grow with each plunge.

We went on for what seemed to be an eternity. From time to time, I looked over at Keith who was beating his cock furiously, but who had a little frown on his face. The blond and I exploded together in a harmonious cry of release and ecstasy and we both fell to the surface of the bed, he stretched beside me, legs akimbo, and arms in an entwining embrace.

We stayed that way until I heard his breath regularizing. He may have thought he was done, but I wanted more. I reached between his legs and wrapped my hand around his cock. He was in good shape and virile, so it didn't take much to arouse him into action again. I turned onto my back and opened my legs and made him take me again—with kissing and nipple chewing and heavy sighing this time.

He paid Keith at the cabin door, with a big wad of greenbacks. Keith tossed a fifty on the bed beside me and told me I needed to leave—that he had another event to announce within a half hour. He'd always let me shower in his cabin afterward, but this time he tossed my clothes at me and I quickly pulled them on and slipped out of the cabin.

The next afternoon, I and my luggage were standing on a pier in Samana, Dominican Republic—with a voucher for a plane ticket home, but a banishment from the cruise line's sailings into perpetuity.

That's how I found out Keith was both the jealous and vindictive type. He'd taken Seth's money to set me up for a fuck in his cabin—but obviously I had enjoyed the fuck too much and had given Seth what Keith perceived I wasn't giving him. So, I was put off the ship. There was no hint that Seth would be put off the ship too, though.

But, no matter, really, as it worked out. Seth hooked up with me again in New York later, and he was as great a fuck on land as he'd been on the sea. So I'd call my experience with Keith's cruise line a glorious banishment.

* * * *

As luck would have it, I knew that my old dance master, Clifton Ware, himself had been banished to the Dominican Republic—and to a villa in the mountains above Samana, as a matter of fact. So, I thought it would be nice to check in with him as long as I was here.

Clifton was a funny guy. He was a master dance teacher—as sure a ticket to a Broadway audition as a dancer can get. Any guy would have been happy to let him fuck them for what he could teach them—or to fuck him, if that was what he preferred. But Clifton preferred to watch. He was a voyeur. And he didn't apologize for it. He didn't crave the physical contact himself. He wanted to watch it while he masturbated.

That's what had gotten him banished at the dancing school I attended in New York in preparation for getting in Broadway shows. The other master teacher at the school, Jacques, did like to fuck his protégés. He called it the ultimate control, necessary for discipline, and he wouldn't teach anyone, male or female, who would not totally surrender to his will.

I had done so gladly. I'd known what I was and had fucked my way into the attention of drama coaches and dance masters in my home city, state, and region before moving on to New York.

Jacques liked to fuck, but he didn't like to be watched doing it. Clifton, conversely, got his rocks off solely by watching. One day on the upper landing of a set of stairs on a stage set, Jacques had been instructing one of his students to pirouette with Jacques's rod up his ass, when he noticed that Clifton was watching them from the side of the stage and doing himself with his hand. Jacques had flown into a fury of "being spied on by that pervert" and in the process had fallen down the stairs and broken himself up so badly that he never was able to dance again. He continued to teach the dance, but he no longer could demonstrate positions and he felt only half the master from that point forward.

He naturally blamed Clifton and threatened lawsuit—and jail time, if he could—not to mention a blade between the ribs some night when Clifton least expected it. Jacques was of the Latin temperament.

Clifton's ancestry was steeped in cooler climates and emotions. In response to Jacques's threats, Clifton just disappeared. Only years later did I learn that he had escaped to the Dominican Republic and was living there in well-enough style.

Well enough was somewhat of an understatement I was to discover. When I contacted Clifton, he was delighted to have me come visit him—and to stay as long as I wanted.

I took a taxi from the Samana harbor up winding roads into a mountaintop area called El Vista Cayo, where Clifton had a rambling villa with magnificent views down into the Bay of Samana and the harbor city of the same name.

"Ah, Mr. Ware," the young cab driver said when I gave him the address. "Yes, yes we all know where he lives—all of the young men know where Mr. Ware lives." And then he gave a little laugh and smacked his lips together and leered over his shoulder at me.

Luis, Clifton's "do everything" man, met me at the door. He was tall and well-built and big white smiled and bulging in the crotch and a deep chocolate brown.

Within the hour of my arrival I was on my back on a lounge chair on a deck off the back of the villa looking down toward the sea, Luis's plump cock up my channel, and the happy native was doing a plunging dance between my legs that was having me moaning and squealing with ecstasy. Clifton was sitting close to us in a deck chair and stroking his cock and still declaring how happy he was to see me. I didn't need much convincing to see how happy he was.

I hadn't really been asked if I wanted it—although I might have been sending signals I couldn't control as I watched Luis pad around the house in just shorts. But I wasn't a stranger to Clifton. He knew I liked being taken by surprise and manhandled. And he liked watching that happen to me. One minute Clifton and I were hanging on the rail of his deck, looking on my departing cruise ship in the harbor, and the next Luis was kneeling behind me, beefy hands on my thighs and my trousers and briefs down around my knees and his big lips sucking on my rim. I squirmed and moaned as Clifton turned to watch and slid down the rail far enough to get a good view of what was going on. In short order, Luis was covering my back with his heaving chest, holding my wrists far out at the sides on the rails and his dick moving deep inside me. At Clifton's direction when the cruise ship had rounded the rocks at the promontory at one end of Samana Bay, Luis turned me and lowered me to a lounge chair and began pumping me in earnest.




Glorious Disaster



Obviously this is not something I would encoruage or allow to happen in real-life. It's dangerous in every physical way imagineable; hence why it is a fantasy only.

Thank you!

*

Michael and Valentina were open about their fantasies and had, on several occasions, acted many of them out. One time Valentina was dressed in skimpy lingerie and a long, heavy jacket. When they found themselves alone in the dark on a children's playground she undid her jacket and let it drop to the ground. Mike fucked her bent over a picnic table. Fantasies of acting/dressing slutty in public and fucking in public had been fulfilled. Valentina learned, with much practice, how to deep throat Mike's 7 inch dick; that was another fantasy fulfilled. Facial cum shot -- check. Anal -- check. Anal with a dildo in her pussy -- check. Threesome -- check.

It seemed these days that every time Michael and Valentina were fucking that they would admit to each other nastier and nastier fantasies. If you know them outside of their bedroom it would be hard to guess that they talked about gangbangs, rape fantasies, gloryholes, double pussy penetration, etc. The list could go on. Both of them worked hard -- Valentina in a café during the day and at a bar part time in the evenings and Michael was the executive assistant to the owner of an architectural firm. They lived together in the top-floor of a well-maintained, old house in an OK part of the city. They weren't surrounded by millionaires but they didn't have anyone asking them for money outside their front door.

They had been living together now for a year and when Michael reflected on their time together he was always so shocked. He had always had fantasies but had been afraid to admit them to past girlfriends but Valentina knew how to bring it out of him. She was so open and honest about her fantasies that Michael couldn't help but share his. Michael was intelligent albeit impulsive and attractive. He was over 6 feet tall with an athletic build. He did his best to workout 4 days a week so that he could maintain a lean physique. Valentina was average height at 5'6" but she always seemed taller to people. Her long dark hair and big dark eyes communicated her Spanish heritage as strongly as her name did. The two of them had reasonable arguments that always ended with them being more in love, they loved talking about art and philosophy and drinking wine and going on long walks. As it turned out, they also both loved talking about porn, gangbangs, rape role-play, rough sex, and a broad list of other kinks. 

There openness in discussion had but one flaw -- it was discussion only. When they were fucking or watching porn together Valentina would love telling Mike about her rape fantasies. About how she wanted to be tied up and used in every imaginable way for the pleasure of the men who had her. She wanted to feel helpless and used and she wanted to be the object of all men's desire. Mike told her he could try to organize a gangbang or a rape role play and she always agreed until she came. Then when everything calmed down she would say in a disappointed tone, "Well... Let's organize it later." She sometimes even commented on how she wished she could just be as horny as she was while they watched porn so that she would go through with these things. So Michael came up with a plan...

On a Friday morning before the two of them left for work Michael stood in front of his sweet girlfriend and told her, "Today you're going to suck my cock." Michael said it with authority but it still made Valentina giggle before she replied, "I always suck your cock. So... OK." She approached him and began playing with his belt buckle. Michael let her have this moment and watched her drop to her knees in the middle of their kitchen and pull out his semi-hard prick. She smiled at it before taking it all into her mouth. She sighed with pleasure as it began growing between her lips.

"You don't understand," said Mike. "You're going to suck my cock and that's it. Maybe I will touch your tits a bit but nothing is touching your pussy -- not even you. Not until this evening." Valentina pulled her mouth off of Michael's cock and looked at him in disbelief, "That hardly seems fair. Explain more, please." She obviously had no intention of sucking his cock any more until he continued explaining but Michael knew she was easy to control. He pushed his dick back in her mouth and she hardly hesitated to begin sucking it again.

"Mmm... keep sucking it baby while I explain. Sucking my cock makes you horny so this is how we will start. Then you have to go to work for 8 hours thinking about all of this. Next, dressing sexy makes you horny, so you can do that when you're home. Finally, perverted things in public make you horny so we can move on to that at the gloryholes or the porn theatre. You told me you want to go to both." Michael dropped his hand to the back of her head and began thrusting his hips -- he was more interested in fucking her face than getting a blowjob. He grabbed her hair and pulled her off of his cock so she could answer him.

"Mhmm... I want that, baby! What will we do when we're there?" She dropped one hand between her legs and started trying to play with her pussy through her tight jeans. Michael leaned over and grabbed her hand roughly and scolded her like she was a dog. "No! No touching yourself yet! Save it for when we go out." He smiled wickedly and she smiled back before opening her mouth and licking the head of his cock.

As Michael fucked her face in the kitchen he told her all of the naughty things that they often recited to each other. "You can wear that lingerie and bring a toy and I will secretly take photos of you without the flash as you play with yourself in the porn theatre. Or we can go watch porn in a gloryhole booth and I will tie your hands behind your back and fuck you while other perverts watch us through the holes. You want that, baby? You want to be a hot little fucking slut?" Michael's orgasm was building and as Valentina struggled to acknowledge Michael with a simple, "Mhmm..." Michael pushed his cock deep into her throat so she could no longer breathe. Michael's cum exploded into his girlfriends hot mouth and throat and he withdrew it enough that she could breathe and taste his cum on her tongue -- she loved that. She spent a minute sucking him and cleaning him as his dick went limp and then looked up, "So when do I get my turn?"

They both spent the next 8 hours thinking about what was going to happen and if Valentina knew that she wouldn't make so much noise she would have got herself off in the bathroom at work. As soon as arrived at home she got into her black lingerie set with garter and panties that could be untied at both sides. She had stocking that came up to the middle of her thighs and she wore a tasteful pair of black heels. Her black bra emphasized her C-cups well and she knew it. When she went into the living room she could hear the familiar sound of porn and there sat her boyfriend, stroking his hard cock and watching a large screen that showed 1 woman being fucked mercilessly by 4 men. Valentina loved watching this particular video and did so at least 3 times a week. Half the time the woman's face was in agony and the other half it was in pure ecstasy. Her wetness hadn't fully left her from the face-fucking because she couldn't stop thinking of what was to come and now she was wearing this outfit and it made her even more wet. Seeing her boyfriend's hard cock out was too much -- she needed his cock.

She went over and straddled him in the chair and began kissing him deeply as she ground her thin, silk panties against his huge, hard cock. For a moment Michael almost gave in before he stood up with her still attached and pulled her off of him. "Get your jacket on, you horny little slut," he smiled, "we can go now! Oh! And don't forget any toys you want!"

Valentina was insane with lust and could have left without her jacket. The sun was now setting and in her crazed logic that would have been cover enough right now. "Where are we going?" asked Michael. He figured it would be more fun to let her have the choice. She grabbed her largest purse as they headed out and as she passed him she said, "Let's do both. Which is closer?" Michael smiled to himself -- the perfect plan.

It took them 15 minutes to drive to the porn shop that had the "peep shows" -- everyone knew that was code language for Glory Holes. There was no one inside the store other than the man behind the counter who acted surprisingly non-pervertedly. He didn't look Valentina up and down; he didn't smile an evil smile. In fact, he just looked up and said, "Let me know if you need something..."

Michael took his time and browsed through DVDs and toys but Valentina just found it aggravating -- she wanted to cum! She had been horny now for over 10 hours. She walked up to the man at the desk as calm as possible and asked him for tokens to watch porn in the booth. This time the man looked her up and down before he spoke up. "You can't go back there. Dangerous for ladies to go alone. There are a couple guys back there and I can barely hear a thing that goes on back there."

For a moment Valentina hesitated. Maybe he was right... She turned to her boyfriend, "How long would it take us to get to the next place?" she said across the store. Michael walked up beside her and told her 30 or 40 minutes -- decidedly too long for Valentina. "I'm not going alone," she pleaded with the man at the desk. "He and I are going to share a room... Come on..." Mike put a $20 on the table. "I only want $10 worth of tokens, you can keep the change."

The man shrugged, took the bill and dropped a handful of tokens in Michael's hands. "Have fun!" The couple began headed through the back door and as it shut behind them and they disappeared into the blackness the man remembered, "Shit! I should have told them some of the locks are fucked!"

It was so dark in the hallways that you couldn't see a thing at first. Valentina could feel her pulse raging through her body from the excitement, the anticipation and the fear she was experiencing. Michael hand found itself on her lower back and guided her through the hallways slowly. It was enormous and they thought that there must have been 20 booths. They could hear moans and screams coming from within the booths -- the movies the other patrons were watching no doubt. They found a hallway toward the end that seemed relatively private and they took the 3rd of 4 doors. It was a bit small inside for 2 people but they enjoyed being close and as soon as they shut the door behind them Valentina put her purse down and dropped her jacket. She kneeled on her jacket and didn't waste any time removing Michael's pants. "Turn some porn on and then fuck me!"

Michael was shocked at how desperate she was and how loud she had said that considering that they were in a relatively quiet section. Michael was almost hard when she pulled his dick out and she let her fingers drop between her legs and sighed as she finally got the gratification she needed. Michael inserted coins and flipped through the channels until he found a scene where a woman was getting gangbanged. She was smiling while it happened which they both hated but she was making hot noises and she was taking some enormous cocks. "You better fucking use me hard, you bastard! Making me wait all this time! I want your cock in every hole, Michael!" she was loud again and didn't seem to care. Michael turned up the volume a bit just so they wouldn't end up with a gang of desperate men waiting for his girlfriend outside their booth. He considered for a moment though that maybe she was trying to draw a crowd. 

She sucked Michael's cock expertly for only a minute or two before he remembered that she had toys in her purse. He leaned over and picked up her purse to browse through it: Dildo, butt plug, blindfold, handcuffs, camera and her collar. "Jesus, you weren't fucking around!" She smiled up at him, "Nope. I want to use it all..."

Michael pulled out the handcuffs and told her to standup with her back to him. He roughly attached the cuffs and then decided to add the blindfold. He helped her back on to her knees and began pumping his dick into her face. It was hot but they weren't certain if anyone was watching them yet and between breaths Valentina spoke up. "Go to the booth next to me. I want to suck you off through the hole." She smiled as Michael's cock rested on her cheek. Michael loved the idea and asked her if she wanted to ditch the equipment. She scoffed at the idea and told him to get in the next booth. He left her booth and looked down the dark hallway, he wasn't able to lock her door from the outside but it was still sealed shut and he figured she would be safe enough. He fumbled with the handle of his own booth and slipped on a piece of plastic as he entered. He could see the glow of the screen from in his girlfriend's booth and he peered through the hole. She was a sight to behold: thin, young, dressed in lingerie, helpless and aching for cock. Michael stood up and inserted some coins into his TV. His booth exploded with noise and his attempts to reduce the volume were thwarted when we realized that the volume knob was broken. "Piece of shit..." he mumbled to himself. He quickly flicked through the channels and found the one he wanted before unzipping and proudly pushing his dick through the hole. It was large enough that his cock and balls could easily fit through and he gave his girlfriend a moment to find him in her blind state. 

Sixty seconds passed and he knocked on the wall to get her attention. Fifteen more seconds passed and he said her name out loud. The only problem was that he could barely hear himself over the bad music, grunting and screams of the movie that was on and impossible to turn off. He withdrew his cock and peered through the hole again. This time what he saw utterly blew his mind. His girlfriend was sucking a cock! Only she was sucking a cock from the booth on her left as opposed to the booth on her right that her boyfriend was in. Michael tried to get her attention but it was futile because of the sheer volume behind him. He remembered her booth wasn't locked and decided to just join her. After all, sucking a random cock wouldn't ruin her night -- she had once sucked a cock while Michael fucked her after a drunken night at the bar.

Michael stood up and zipped his pants. He turned the handle of the door and found that it turned without stopping. He turned it more and more and it never affected the mechanism he needed to open the door. Mike started pushing and pulling furiously on the door knob when he noticed that piece of plastic on the floor that he had slipped on as he entered. He picked it up off the floor and in the glow of the screen he was able to read it. It stated simply, 'Booth Closed.' Michael's mind raced and in a moment of exasperation he uttered to himself, "no fucking shit..." 

He pushed and pulled hard on the door and searched the walls desperately for something -- anything -- that would help him out of his prison. He dropped to his knees and looked at his girlfriend again who was still obliviously sucking a strangers cock. He tried to reach his arm through the hole to get her attention but he couldn't get past his forearm. His calls never made it to her ears and again he stood up and turned to his door to try to free himself. The fact that his cock was rock hard hadn't escaped his notice. After struggling a minute and half he dropped to his knees in desperation and peered at his girlfriend once again. He figured that in a few minutes both his video and Valentina's would stop playing and it would be quiet enough to get her attention. Despite his feelings of guilt his hand found its way to his engorged cock and began slowly playing with it.

When his girlfriend shifted her position and began rising to her feet he assumed that she had finished her job. Michael caught a glimpse of the big cock she had been sucking and it was easy to understand why she had confused it for his own -- it was also long, very thick and uncut. The cock withdrew from the hole and then Valentina turned toward her boyfriend. She bent her knees slightly and rubbed her ass along the wall until she could feel the open hole -- her source of pleasure. Michael watched in shock as her face contorted with pleasure. He could catch glimpses of a finger moving her panties aside and he assumed they were working their way deep inside her wet pussy. After a moment Valentina had the brilliant idea to reposition herself once again, this time exposing the dainty knot on the side of her panties that kept the left side together. The knot was undone in seconds. She then switched to her opposite side which was also undone in seconds. Her panties were ripped from her bodies and disappeared into the hole from where the fingers came. Finally, she repositioned her exposed pussy at the hole once again standing at a semi-bent over position.

Michael called out to his girlfriend but it was futile -- she couldn't hear a thing over her own moans and the screams exploding from the speakers in her booth and Michael's. Again he reached through but his grasp was still at least 6 inches from her. If she were bent over at a full 90 degree angle he would certainly be able to get her attention with his hands. The booth was obviously made to be able to reach both sides easily.

There stood Valentina; handcuffed and blindfolded wearing only a bra, stalking and a garter belt bent over with her freshly shaved pussy pushed against a hole. On the other side was a mysterious man with an enormous cock who was certainly enjoying himself. Michael watched his girlfriend nearly fall over and scream out in a passionate cry as she was obviously penetrated deeply and swiftly. She recomposed herself and pushed her ass hard against the wall. Her entire body shook with each deep thrust and her jaw dropped open from the rough fucking. 

Michael's cock was rock hard and he had it fully out of his pants now and was jerking it off as he watched his helpless girlfriend get fucked by what she thought was his own cock. In this frenzied passion Mike still wanted to try to help her out -- the fact that she could get diseased or hurt hadn't fully escaped his mind, but he was so turned on now that he submitted to enjoying himself. Valentina bent her knees and adjusted her body slightly for a better angle of penetration and thrust backwards as much as she could with each thrust. She dropped her head further and now her face was close to the hole. It occurred immediately to Mike that he could get her attention now. He watched for a moment -- her open mouth so close to the hole as she bounced on a strange cock from behind. His devilish mind raced and he decided to test his girlfriend. At the time, his plan seemed brilliant. If he put his cock through and she sucked it she was OK with strange cock -- if she rejected it she might panic and at least he would have her attention. He thrust his massive, hard cock through the small hole of his booth and turned his eyes to the glowing screen of his booth.

He felt his cock brush the side of her face and she immediately moved her face away from it. He figured she was denying him, which was reasonable, and was a moment from withdrawing when he felt her mouth latch on to his member. His dick disappeared immediately into her throat -- she was obviously out of her mind with lust as she would normally tease and lick a cock. Now she was just sucking and swallowing it like a cum addicted whore. Mike was able to feel the vibrations of her moans and screams on his cock and he wondered for a moment if she would even tell him that she took two cocks. As far as she knew Mike was fucking her pussy and couldn't see what was going on in her booth.




Glorious Disaster



After several moment of this ecstasy she stopped sucking and Mike assumed she was again repositioning herself or she had cum and maybe came to her senses a little. He allowed his cock to linger and was rewarded; a moment passed and he could feel a tight hole pushing against his dick. Obviously not her pussy because this was tight and less lubricated -- she was about to take his cock up her ass! He couldn't believe it, the fact was that she thought this was a stranger's cock and she was sticking it up her asshole like some cheap slut. Mike loved it.

If she wanted to be used, she would get it. He began pumping into her ass with vigor. Not as quickly as he would pound her pussy but he was working up to that speed in a hurry. In minutes he was pumping her ass hard and she was keeping her body pressed firmly against the hole. Mike's screen flickered off but he could still hear the movie in his girlfriend's booth blasting the sound of a woman being fucked and gagged by cocks. "How suiting," thought Mike. 

Mike couldn't take it any longer and he shouted out that he was cumming as he rammed his cock forward one last time. She remained firm on his cock as his dick exploded hot cum into her sore ass. She pulled forward and left Mike's cock, still hard, pushed through the hole. Mike smiled to himself and savored the moment for a moment before withdrawing his dick. He pulled up his pants and gathered himself before dropping to his knees to again attempt to get his girlfriends attention. He gasped and his heart skipped a beat when he noticed 3 major things: 1) She wasn't in the booth. 2) her door was open. 3) Her screen was off. "Was I hearing her or her booth?? FUCK!" 

Mike sat in silence for a moment listening for any clue -- her voice or anything. He just wanted to know she was still in the building. For 10 seconds he couldn't hear a thing and then he heard her voice. "Oh yes! YES! MORE!" He was filled with mixed emotions. Locked in his booth he started hitting the door hard trying to break out to find his girlfriend. Meanwhile, her situation had unfolded much differently than she had expected. She trusted her boyfriend though and she knew that this was one of his sadistic plans. She was still waiting for him to make his grand appearance and tell her was a good slut she was.

Someone had watched her enter with her boyfriend. When she entered her booth and didn't lock it successfully he simply opened the door to offer her a little closer cock. When he saw her with handcuffs and blindfold he simply opened her door wide and watched. When she started taking the second cock he decided that this girl would be easy. When the cock in her mouth was finished he waited for it to pull back then he made his play. He entered her booth, roughly turned her body around without saying a word. He spread her ass cheeks, put her ass against the other hard cock and forced her backwards on it. He held her hips there firmly as she screamed from the brutal anal fucking she was taking. 

Other men, of course, had gathered for the show and in seconds her mouth was full when another man took the initiative to enter the small booth, grab her face and bury his dick in her mouth. The man who was holding her against the wall reached between her legs and toyed with her clit roughly. These same men took her into the hallway to have their turns with her. Only one man knew she had a boyfriend somewhere in these hallways and he assumed that he was watching this unfold at this point. He assumed her boyfriend would stop them if things got out of control so he encouraged the other men to do whatever they pleased.

Mike was trapped behind his thick walls, only able to listen to a handful of men rape his girlfriend in the dark, seedy hallways. He was also able to listen to his girlfriend scream and beg and cum repeatedly -- so trusting that her boyfriend was close-by protecting her.



Glorious Glory Hole



Tory was about the horniest she could remember ever being when she pulled up to the service station. For one reason or another, she hadn't done any fucking in almost two weeks, and the situation was exacerbated when she sat on the lumpy car seat and drove on the old, pot-holed road. Every bump or hole she hit drove something against her needy pussy and, by the time she had been driving for an hour, she desperately needed to do something for relief. She needed gasoline also, but, mostly, she wanted to stop in the modern, new service station and use the restroom, so she could sit down and play with her clit until she climaxed.

Once she got into the last stall in the ladies' rest room, with the door locked, she breathed a sigh of relief at finally being able to satisfy her needs. With her skirt hiked up above her hips, Tory pulled her panties down around her thighs, sat on the toilet and scuffed off her shoes. Once her ass was settled, with her pussy hanging over the front of the seat where she could reach it easily, she pulled the panties off the rest of the way and stuffed them into her purse. She might put them back on before she went back to her car, but probably not. 

From the anticipation, her pussy was already dripping wet, so Tory rubbed some of the fluid onto the tips of the thumb and index finger of her right hand. Carefully using them to pinch her clit between two folds of her lips, she started slowly stroking up and down. It felt good enough, and she knew she would cum from the action, but it was not as satisfactory as she would have liked. What she really wanted was a big, hard cock or, failing that, a big dildo or vibrator. 

She had been in such a hurry to get into the rest room stall and get her panties off that Tory hadn't paid much attention to the interior of the stall before sitting down. However, once her fingers got to fondling her clit at a good tempo, she looked around. To her right, and just in front of her was a hole in the wall, about two inches across. She knew she was in the last stall in the ladies' room, and on the other side of the partition was the men's room. That meant that there could well be some unknown slimy bastard on the other side, peeking through the hole and watching her as she played with her pussy. A quick burst of embarrassment turned her normally freckled white face pink, but that possibility was not enough to deter her from what she needed to do. Tory's fingers continued their slow stroking of her clit. 

"What kind of a pervert," she asked herself, "peeps through a hole in the wall to look at a woman sitting on the toilet?" 

She hadn't spoken aloud, but someone responded to her anyhow. "Would you like something better than your fingers?" a soft masculine voice hoarsely whispered to her. 

When she heard him, Tory realized it was a glory hole, not just a peep hole. She didn't recognize the voice, which was not surprising, since she had never been in this service station before. The speaker sounded like an African American, probably about her age, which was thirty years old. Whatever or whoever he was, he was a man, and almost certainly had something to offer that would be a lot more fun than her fingers. 

"Have you got something better?" she asked the unseen man. 

There was no verbal response, but the man on the other side of the partition answered her question by thrusting his dark brown cock through the hole. It was big and hard, just the kind that Tory had been wishing for while she sat playing with her clit. To her, as she gazed lustfully at the unknown man's erection, it was as welcome as a long, thick chocolate bar would have been to a chocoholic. The problem was that the handsome cock was not encased in a condom. Tory had no wish to become pregnant or to contract AIDS or some STD from such a casual encounter as she was about to start having. 

"Don't you have a rubber?" she asked the owner of the cock. 

"No. I don't like to use them." He was whispering, but Tory didn't bother. There was nobody else in her rest room anyhow. 

It would have been a simple matter for Tory to back up against the partition where the long, thick cock awaited her pleasure, and taken it deeply into her pussy. She was wet enough, and really wanted to do just that, but caution and common sense prevailed. The temporary satisfaction of a good fucking just wasn't worth the risk involved, but that did not mean she was going to pass up this opportunity to alleviate her horniness. Getting herself off with her fingers on her clit was an inferior, although adequate cure for the condition, but it would be much better to have a nice cock, such as the one protruding through the hole, to suck off while she was masturbating. 

"Okay," Tory told the man behind the wall, reaching out and reassuringly fondling his hard shaft with her fingers. As she slowly stroked, she liked the contrast between the rich dark color of the cock she was about to start sucking and her fair, freckled skin of her hand and wrist. 

Using her other hand to keep her skirt off the floor, Tory knelt in front of the cock that was poking through the wall for her. When she was on her knees, it was at just about the right height to easily take into her mouth. Still holding lightly to what she would be sucking, Tory spread her legs widely enough for the fingers of her right hand to resume what they had been doing to her clit, and made herself comfortable. She leaned forward and started licking the dark, almost purple head of the rampant cock. That was always Tory's favorite way to start giving a blow job, because she loved the sensation of her tongue against the velvety texture. 

She expanded on the contact, moving her tongue in concentric circles as she leaned closer and took the mushroom-shaped head between her lips, until her tongue was caressing under the hard ridge. The cock presented to her was long and thick, just the kind Tory liked, either in her pussy or in her mouth, and she spread her lips wide and started to envelop it. While her fingers slowly and gently stroked her clit, Tory leaned forward, keeping her tongue busy while she happily filled her mouth with the dark cylinder. 

"Geeez, that feels good," the unseen man moaned. 

It felt good to Tory too, but she didn't say anything. She had much better things to do with her mouth than to respond to what some guy said to her, even though she took it as a compliment. It felt even better as she moved her face forward, letting the hard, brown shaft surge between her lips and more deeply into her mouth. It was thick enough that she had to open wide, but not so thick that she risked hurting her jaw to accommodate it. Her tongue was also pleasantly occupied as it caressed the smooth skin stretched so tightly around its hardness. 

When she felt the tip pressing against the back of her throat, Tory smiled to herself. She would give the man deep throat, but not for a little while. First, she wanted to revel in having his shaft glide in and out of her mouth for a few minutes, while her own fingers played with her clit. Tory moved her face back until just the end of the unknown man's cock was still held by her lips, and fondled it affectionately with her tongue, stroking all over the head and around the ridge and probing the tip of her tongue into the slit. 

She didn't have to hold onto him; the man on the other side wasn't going to walk away from such a good thing, so Tory used her left hand to unbutton her blouse, lift her bra, and start to tweak one of her rigid nipples. With her right hand stroking her clit, her left hand fondling her breasts and her mouth moving back and forth, engulfing and releasing the big, brown cock, she was truly enjoying herself. She could tell the man was too, by his moans and gasps, and by the way he didn't simply back away from the partition. 

It got even better for both of them. Tory truly loves sucking cocks, and she is good at it. In fact, she took pride in being able to take almost any man's equipment all the way into her mouth, and suck him off, bringing him to a strong climax and swallowing his cum. The man on the other side of the glory hole was well-hung, but she had deep-throated bigger cocks than his. The next time the tip pressed against the back of her mouth, Tory didn't stop moving her face forward. She adjusted the angle of her head, opened her throat, the way she had learned to do, and let the end of the cock slide in. Not until her lips were being tickled by the man's curly, black pubic hair did she stop. 

With every inch of the long shaft inside her mouth and throat, she laved its entire length with her tongue, while the muscles in her throat massaged the head. After a few seconds, Tory moved her face back, still caressing the shaft with her tongue, until only the head was between her lips. After licking all over that part and probing the slit again, she moved her face forward, until the head of the cock was once more being massaged by her throat. 

This went on for a long time, because Tory's lips and throat and tongue and the fingers moving up and down on her clit maintained the same, slow pace. She was relishing everything about her rest room adventure, from the cock she was sucking to how her clit felt between her fingers to the aroma of the juices dripping from her pussy onto the floor. Obviously, the man was too, because he kept whispering to her how good it was, and Tory could hear his moans and sighs and other sounds that signified happiness. 

It couldn't last forever, though, or even all day. Already, her pussy was moving involuntarily, fucking against the hand that was fondling her clit. Her level of pleasure had been slowly building up, like a volcano that was still bubbling under the surface, but that would soon explode in a mighty eruption. That eruption was still in the future but, even though she was doing everything slowly to make it last, her volcano would be bursting through in a few minutes. Wanting the man to cum first, and fill her mouth with semen, Tory started moving her lips faster and for a shorter distance, because she decided to stop deep-throating the man. 

Tory has always relished the taste of a man's cum. She likes to think of it as a reward for properly sucking him off, and hates to be deprived of her treat. She is also aware that sometimes a man will cum abruptly, with little or no warning, and Tory didn't want his semen to be shot directly down her throat, depriving her of its delicious flavor and texture. To prevent that, she always wants her tongue to be in a position to catch it, so she can enjoy all the benefits of having him cum in her mouth. The man on the other side of the partition didn't seem to have any objection. His happy noises seemed to be even louder. 

Faster and faster Tory sucked, until she felt the cock throbbing in her mouth. Knowing the man would be climaxing momentarily, she positioned her tongue under the pathway of his cock, where it would catch everything he gave her. The fingers on her clit moved faster, matched by the way her pussy fucked against her hand, but she knew she wouldn't cum until after he did. She also knew that the delightful taste and texture of the juices she would soon have in her mouth would add to the power and intensity of her orgasm. 

The sucking-off continued, until the man's cock jerked in her mouth and, seconds later, pumped out a big gob of cum. It landed on her tongue, right where Tory wanted it, and she savored it, before moving it to the bottom of her mouth, where she would be able to swirl it around and relish the texture besides the taste. Tory's mouth didn't stop sucking, because she expected the man to ejaculate at least one more time, and she certainly didn't want him to remove his cock and leave until he had, and she had enjoyed that, and everything else she could get. 

The second ejaculation landed right on her tongue, and was just as delicious as the first had been, and the third followed seconds later. She continued stroking the cock between her lips. Even though she already had a mouthful of cum, Tory wanted more, if it was to be available, and also to lick everything off his hard shaft, and squeeze out and enjoy anything that was inside. She really loves semen, and didn't want any of it to be wasted. 

What had already been caught by on her tongue certainly wasn't wasted. Finally sure there would be no more cum for her, Tory removed her mouth from around the cock, holding it tightly enough to keep the man from walking away, but loosely enough that it would not be painful. She swirled his cum around in her mouth, savoring its taste - slightly salty, with a tinge of fish, but still delicious - and its thick texture, until she swallowed it, even enjoying the way it slipped down her throat. There was more, clinging to the outside of the softening cock she held in her hand, and Tory's tongue meticulously cleaned off every drop. 

She knew there was still more, on the inside of the shaft in her hand. Reaching through the hole in the wall and placing her thumb as close to his scrotum as she could, and her fingers on the opposite side, Tory started slowly moving her hand toward her waiting mouth. As she moved it, more cum oozed through the slit, and she caught it on her tongue. When her thumb and fingers reached the ridge, and she had squeezed out everything, the tip of Tory's tongue probed the slit for the last time, trying to get even the tiniest of droplets. Then and only then, she released her hold on the cock that had been so much fun to suck off. It disappeared back through the glory hole, and she heard the noise made by a zipper, followed seconds later by the sound of the door closing as the man exited the stall he had been occupying. 

There was still a lot of fun ahead. Even while concentrating on the tasty treat that had been her reward, Tory's fingers had been just as active on her clit. The cock going in and out between her lips, followed by the texture and taste that had pleased her mouth so much would be enough to result in a great orgasm in a few seconds. For stability, both hands surrounded her pussy, and Tory remained kneeling on the floor, not wanting to interrupt the rhythm of her fingers on her clit, as she felt her body quivering from the reaction. 

"Uh! Uh! Uh!" she whimpered, her exclamations keeping time with her fingers. Tory hoped nobody would hear her, but she was not concerned enough to even consider stopping. Just before she started cumming, Tory pressed her forearm against her mouth, to stifle the cries of joy that might have proved embarrassing if anybody else were to hear them. Silently, she writhed on her knees for almost a minute, almost falling to the floor, until all her muscles clenched, and she climaxed, ramming her pussy against her own hand for an ultimate time. 

After her orgasm, probably the best she had ever experienced without having her pussy full of something, Tory leaned against the wall, the glory hole just inches in front of her face. Briefly, she wondered what she would do if another cock were to poke through into her space, but she never had to decide, because it didn't happen. Tory remained where she was, catching her breath, for another minute, before getting to her feet and moving over to sit on the toilet seat for a few more minutes. She needed to rest, and she hoped the man she had just sucked off would be gone from the service station by the time she left the rest room. Not having seen his face, she wouldn't have known him, but he might have been waiting for her outside the door. She had nothing against him, but she really wasn't looking for a relationship just then. 

Finally, Tory was ready to leave. After straightening out her clothing, she left the stall, washed her hands, and glanced around when she strolled casually out of the rest room. Nobody took any notice of her as she walked to her car, got in and drove away. The great orgasm had alleviated her horniness, and there was a vibrator and two dildos waiting in her apartment if she needed any more relief that day.

*

Thank you for reading this story. I hope you had as much fun as Tory and the man on the other side of the partition did. I like writing stories on Literotica, but I like it a lot more when I know that people are reading and enjoying them, and I appreciate it when readers take the time to express their opinions by voting. Like most authors on Literotica, I practically live for feedback from readers, either public comments or email to me. Such feedback, whether praise or criticism, helps me to write more and better stories, and I respond to it whenever I can.



Glorious New Toy



We both left when the party was dwindling, having enjoyed our hosts' hospitality in full measure, my wife thoroughly drunk, I less so. Our neighbor has a talent for keeping a wine glass full, but it was one I had grown used to - and one my wife takes full advantage of, though she more than occasionally pays for it afterwards - not with regret, exactly, but a sort of resigned acceptance. In part, because she happily smokes when drinking, when she can - our neighbors don't smoke, but many of the guests did.

It was a surprise to see 2:45am on the clock in the bedroom after getting upstairs, but we both pretty drunk, and time slips easily at a party. Coming home, the house was quiet and sleeping, and we both started getting ready for bed. While she was in the bathroom, I undressed, and started arranging the room - plugging in her latest best-loved toy, spreading a large towel, with several smaller ones scattered in useful reach. As she came out of the bathroom, most of the necessary foreplay was finished, and I used the bathroom in turn - just basic politeness, as the drunkest should always go first.

Closing the bathroom door behind me, before turning off the room light it was clear she was on her side in bed, naked, but with the covers up (it had been a cool evening outside on the covered terrace), her favored toy still where it had been left. The reading lights were left on, but she seemed uninterested in anything except essentially fading quickly into sleep, the room in a comfortable glow after the ceiling light was off.

Drinking has roughly the same effect on my horniness as it does on my wife's own desires - her pussy is almost always soaking wet when really drunk, and she is generally happy to share that fact with anyone who wishes to check. My cock was hard as I reached over her blanket, and picked up the long handled vibrator. Moving the blanket, I turned the magic wand on, and rolled her onto the squared towel, then dragged one leg to the side, providing the space for the large rounded head of the vibrator to fit between her legs, and to start trying to find her clit. She mumbled 'what are you doing to me?' while I said nothing, knowing no answer would be needed and that even now, her other leg was moving, and her hands beginning to reach down towards her hairy bush.

My imprecise motions were just enough of an excuse for her to begin playing with herself, so I let her take the handle, the cord trailing to the side off the bed, and she moved the blunt tip precisely to the area she desired. In just a short amount of time, she was as clearly turned on as I, now contentedly stroking my rigid cock, pleased at the prospect of enjoying ourselves again, drunk in bed, with the time and privacy to just get off. As the evening was so cool, our window was closed, as was the bedroom door, so there wasn't anything concerns to pose a distraction as things began to follow their natural course.

Watching her, I could her labia quickly start to darken and expand, the unstoppable rhythm of her now opening pussy, showing the perfect pink of her glistening cunt, her clit covered by the buzzing toy. I was getting lost in the mindless pleasure of my own stroked cock, watching her. Both vibrators have always worked quickly on her sexy body, but the newest one has more power, which she enjoys fully. As seen by her now fully pulsing pussy, her legs spreading drunkenly wider as the magic from her wand became more intense.

Heavier and louder than her previous favorite, the sound not easily covered by a down blanket, being a machine purely intended for female fun - no way to fit a cock cap on it, even though the deeper and more powerful vibrating was delightful on my cock when she moved her toy over my turned on cock, often with my hand controlling the sensations, sometimes making me cum, both enjoying a new addition to our toy collection over the last 3/4 year.

Bought late last fall, its deeply throbbing power rapidly delighted and enthralled her, and at this point, it remains essentially irresistible, the sensations on her hot cunt causing her first orgasm in a moment. In a way, it is the female equivalent of a glory hole, providing intensely focused pleasure with minimal social interaction. Cocks cum better the longer they are teased, quite literally the more ups and downs the greater the final orgasm, while women enjoy a consistently intense motion against their wet clits, whether tongue, fingers, toys, or cock.

Her bountiful fluids, in rhythm with her gaping pussy, always makes me hot. Her cum flows intensely with a vibrator, very different from urine, which after two children also occasionally seems connected to intense orgasms, and easily dealt with by the abundance of towels. Her 'cum' is not as delightfully slippery as the 'honey' of her tight pussy, though. Watching a woman cum like that has become one of the habits acquired in marriage - no other women I have had sex with did the same, though sometimes with other women, the wet spot on the bed was quite large.

Being so drunk just made her less concerned about anything but her pleasure, and after both of us getting thoroughly aroused over 10 minutes, she began to cum again. My finger moved lightly on the outside ring of her ass, thoroughly enjoying my middle finger feeling her cum while watching her pussy open and wet, lips full and dark, my right fist tempting my cock to feel as good as her, to cum hard stroking while playing with someone's sexy hot cumming asshole, a mutual desire of ours, one my wife shares when finger fucking my ass as I stroke myself to another fantastic orgasm.

She finds it 'dirty' fun, while I still call it 'kinky.' Getting sucked off at a glory hole is something kinky too - her use of 'dirty' seems a fairly literal association. When enjoying such pleasures, soap and water have always been an obvious aspect, and the terms we use aren't important - both of us consider playing with asses irresistible, especially when near orgasm. In its way, a fairly finicky treat to be shared on special occasions, which is what such games often seem to end up turning into.

Her relaxed state after orgasming did not last long, as she started moving the vibrator again, circling the top of her hairy swollen pussy, shiningly wet with the pink striking deep into my body's awareness. With her legs bent, widely and wantonly spread, it was clear that my finger was more distraction than temptation at this point. A few minutes later, both of us panting and almost cumming, she began orgasming again, so it made sense to again start moving towards her. In turn, she shakes her head not now, which was fine, as it was delightful to keep stroking my erect length, until her eyes began to close, and her breathing started its now familiar change to a deeper panting, and her thighs started to quiver in that particular motion that shows a high level of excitement, verging on orgasm.

Wetting my index finger in her pussy, I had already started to again play with her hot ass with my middle finger, smeared with saliva before sometimes lightly, sometimes more insistently, pressing against the opening. She often enjoys a teasing touch of the hairs around the area, a tickling unspoken foretaste of what would be coming, but drunkenness does not add subtlety in bed. Now, my index finger began to circle around her hot ass, well coated in honey from her wet and recently orgasming pussy, while the tip of my middle finger continued its movement within her tight ass. After several circuits of her loosening and rhythmically moving hole, the index finger easily slipped into her, where I began to slide my fingers against each other in her snug butt, a slow twisting against the smooth skin leading to her turning her ass for easier access.

My right hand was furiously playing with my rigid cock, barely in control while moving the second finger deeper into her smooth tightness. Clearly, she was enjoying this, as she began to play with a nipple using her free hand. As her nipple crinkled into its own sexy hardness, she began to really pull at it, her head turned, playing with her vibrator on her clit, while I fucked her hot ass with two fingers, talking about how good it was to finger her, my words mixing with her low moans, my hand pumping my stiff length, riding the feeling without going over the edge, as she was, yet again. I truly envy how long her pleasure can last, without frustration, which is an essential component of an intense male orgasm.

After she stopped cumming, it was time to gently withdraw my fingers, but she kept the toy between her legs, and I had a certain inspiration. We rarely use lubricants, but Vaseline remains perfect for anal games. Unfortunately, like lambskin, it doesn't have much place in the age of AIDS.

Opening the container, I put my left index and middle fingers into the jar, a decent amount coating the fingers, which then quickly moved towards her opened legs, Her motions, with the vibrator back on her pussy, legs wide, a hand spreading her pussy, were obvious signs showing how aroused she still was. Which matched how stiff I had grown, my hand again stroking my cock. Putting the now well lubricated fingers against her tight and contracting ass, I began to press lightly, my fingers sliding in as the Vaseline turned slippery from her heat, and she began moaning - deep, dark moans, which grew louder and more primitive as I fucked her. Echoing her, I was talking about 'good ass fuck finger cock cum finger fuck ass hot' while stroking myself, basking in knowing how good I was making her feel, in a game we both try to be better at than the other. And her low, drawn out animalistic moans showed that at this point, my skills were at their peak, and there was nothing she wanted more right then than to feel her ass being finger fucked as her toy played over her clit.

My wife began to cum in rolling waves, and as tempting as it would be to start pumping my own hot cum to her own ever sexier abandoned moaning, it remained possible to keep my concentration remained centered on getting her off as long as possible. She was on her side, offering a perfect view of her beautifully aroused body, a sexy breast, long hair, and after a blissful period at the edge of my own pumping orgasm, her moaning began to taper off. Her ass had been fingered fucked to her obviously deep enjoyment, and there was no way I could restrain my throbbing need to cum, with her sexy ass so available, waiting for me to push my reddened and turned on cock against her still slippery and hot hole.

My greased fingers slid along the length of my cock, positioning the cock head to enjoy another opportunity to feel her ass. Holding my cock, I began to slide in the Vaseline lubricated and now nicely opened asshole, pushing the ragingly turned on head past the tight ring of her anus, now pressing around and underneath my flared cock head, the most sensitive area. Feeling her sexy grip as she squeezed her already tightly pressed muscles, I just started cumming, milky semen pumping unstoppably as I arched above her, her hot ass underneath me, feeling the hot flood from my no longer aching balls, finally releasing all the pent up lust into her hot slippery ass. My moans became as loud and as powerfuls as hers had been, and she added her own sexy words - not really recognized, but adding to the pleasure she was providing.

We both feel asleep after a minimal amount of cleaning up, both of us completely worn out after more than a half hour of playing truly wonderful games with her magic wand.



Glorious Night



Sandra couldn't wait to get home. She had everything planned out to the very last detail. It was Valentines Day and she was ready to finally take charge in the bedroom.

She made it home an hour before Mark. Hopped into the shower, took extra care in washing her perky breasts and silky smooth pussy. Sandra could feel her pussy becoming increasingly more wet as she thought of all the things she wanted to do to Mark. Once out she placed a silky robe on, turned off the lights and lit candles.

Mark climbed out of his car. It had been a long day and he was so grateful to be home. He opened the door to see the flicker of candlelight. Before his eyes could adjust to the light change, he felt soft hands sneak up from behind him and remove his necktie. Then the cool silky fabric was being placed over his eyes and tied. The same soft hands started to slowly unbutton his shirt. Twirling her fingers in the hair on his muscular chest. She made her way down to his pants. This time she was greedier as she removed them. She flung the pants aside and guided Mark into the bedroom when she pushed him down onto the bed. Grabbed both of his hands and tied him to the bed.

He couldn't hide his excitement as he laid blind folded and naked tied to the bedpost, not knowing what his wife had in store for him. He felt a presence in the room, and then he smelt the sweet smell of his wife Sandra's perfume. She knelt down beside him to whisper in his ear, when one of her perky 38c breast brushed across his chest. Just the feel of her naked flesh touching his made his cock grow even harder. She asked if he was ready for his surprise? Do you even need to ask he replied? Sandra climbs on the bed and starts to rub across his muscular chest. Then he feels someone else climb on the bed as well. His curiosity is raised now. Could it be he finally got his wish, he thought? When the two women giggled, his question was answered.

He wasn't sure which side Sandra was on but he knew he enjoyed having one woman nibbling on his ear as the other was kissing his neck. Their hands wandered all over his body. He felt the warmth of a mouth wrap around his rock hard shaft. He let out a sigh as she slowly sucked up and down his throbbing cock. All of a sudden he heard her start to moan. He figured that her pussy was being licked as she sucked his cock. He couldn't take the excitement anymore. Her mouth was filled with his warm load. His cock was sucked dry. She didn't waist a drop. He lay there listening to her moan with pleasure. One of them finally pulled off his blind fold. Once his eyes adjusted to the light he saw Sandra's face deep in their friend Lilly's pussy. His cock came back to life just at the sight. He lay there enjoying the view. His wife stopped what she was doing only for a moment, just long enough to position her pussy over her husbands face, so he could pleasure her in the same way she was pleasuring Lilly. In just moments the room was filled with the sound of these two beautiful women moaning and groaning in pleasure. They came at almost the same time with screams of ecstasy filling the room.

Lilly climbed on top of him and started to untie him. Once free he laid both women down and started to have fun. He was like a kid in a candy store. Not sure what to go for first. He started to suck on Lilly's perky breasts. While he penetrated Sandra's tight moist pussy with his fingers. Sandra met each of his thrusts with her own. Lilly climbed on top of Sandra and they started to kiss passionately. Daniel couldn't pass up the chance he saw before him. As the two women lay on top of one another he placed the tip of his dick in Lilly's pussy. She in return rocked back to shove the rest of his thick shaft in side her. He pumped his cock inside her wet pussy a couple of times and removed it. Then placed it inside Sandra's waiting pussy. Daniel continued to tease them for awhile till Lilly climbed up and sat her sweet shaved pussy over Sandra's face. Sandra quickly moved in and started to lick her. She loved the taste of the mixture of her husband and her friends juices mixed together. While licking and sucking she started to finger fuck as well.

Daniel slowly started to fuck his wife, while watching her have fun with Lilly. He started to increase the speed till he was fucking her deep and hard. The pressure was building on all of them until finally Daniel felt Sandra's pussy start to pulsate as she started to cum. He couldn't hold out any longer and he filled her full of his hot cum. Lilly heard the muffled sound of Sandra moaning as she cam; Daniel started to groan as well. Knowing that they both cam put her over the top as well and she cam all over Sandra's face.

The three of them collapsed on the bed in pure exhaustion. Daniel grabbed a blanket to cover them all up with as fell to sleep. Sandra awoke in the middle of the night to find Lilly bent over being fucked from behind. Lilly ripped the cover off of Sandra exposing her naked body and pulled her towards her. Sandra lay there as Lilly pushed her legs wide open. Lilly smiled at the sight of the woman's pussy just inches from her face. Lilly started to lick the outer portions of Sandra. Then started to suck on the inner flesh. Daniel was enjoying the tightness of her ass. Sandra never would have agreed to let him fuck her this way. Lilly had told him that it was the first time she had ever had that done before and he could tell she was enjoying it.

Sandra had looked over and saw that Lilly had found her vibrator. She turned it on low and began to pass it lightly over her clit. Then Lilly sucked it a little to make sure it would slide right in. Sandra watched her husband fuck their friend. As Lilly licked Sandra's clit she maneuvered the vibrator inside this extremely wet cunt. Sandra could feel the vibrating grow stronger slowly over time. Daniel pulled his cock out and sprayed her ass and back with his cum. Sandra gave him a soft smile of approval, as she was watching him the whole time. Once Lilly had finished pleasing Sandra, Sandra got up and went over the drawer and pulled out a strap on.

Once she had it on, Sandra moved Lilly's head towards the tip of dildo. Lilly instinctually opened her mouth and started to suck. Once Sandra was sure it was wet enough she pushed Lilly down on the bed and began to fuck her hard. Lilly became even more aroused by the fact that a woman was fucking her. Lilly pushed Sandra over and climbed on top of her. Sandra lay there while Lilly rode her. They played with each other's breast. Daniel sat back and stroked his once again hard dick. He was watching the incredible show that was in front of him. Lilly flung her head back and started to scream she cam hard on Sandra. Sandra pulled Lilly on top of her where they kissed.

In the morning it was business as usual until when the night came and they started things all over again.



Glorious Rendezvous



There are places in this city that cater to the sexually twisted. Your feet are carrying you toward one such place now, making splashing noises against the damp asphalt with each step. Ian told you about this place in his email, told you exactly what you would find inside, but you still feel a wave of anxiety as you reach for the door handle. For a moment, you contemplate turning around, getting back in your car, and going home, but you can't. You can't allow yourself to return to the dull safety of your 'normal' life. The fire of adventure is welling up too strongly in your chest, and exhaling a shuddering breath, you grasp the smooth metal of the door handle, and pull it open. 

Your eyes are momentarily dazzled by the bright florescent light of the adult bookstore's front room. The clerk at the front counter glances at you briefly, then returns to his magazine, as you begin to walk down one of the aisles filled with books, videos, and sex toys. Looking around the front room, you see the archway that Ian described to you in his last email. Dark and curtained, it speaks to you of hidden monsters, and things that go 'bump' in the night.

Trying to look casual, you walk toward the doorway and pull the curtain back just enough that you can press your eye to the gap and look through. On the other side is a dimly lit corridor, painted in black and deep reds. There are doors on either side leading, according to Ian's description, to private video booths where, even now, there must be men standing, watching the flickering video screens, their cocks in their hands.

Steeling your determination, you walk through the curtain, and into the dim hallway. As your eyes begin to re-adjust to the darkness, you realize that there are men standing near the archway, looking up as you enter. You determinedly avoid making eye contact, and keep walking down the corridor. You turn left, just as Ian instructed you, into another hallway, this one containing only three doors, all in a row on the right-hand side. You realize that each of these doors has a light bulb mounted above it, but only one of these is lit, signifying that only the farthest booth is occupied. Taking two steps forward, you open the second door.

The light from the hallway is just bright enough for you to see the video screen inside the booth, and the cheap plastic chair sitting in the center. Stepping inside, you close the door behind you, and pull the latch closed. With your back to the screen, you take a few deep breaths before slowly turning around. The room is pitch black, the only light coming from the blinking green light of the dollar-bill accepter in the video unit, and the round hole in the left-hand wall, through which a flickering light could be seen, from the video screen in the neighboring unit.

Ian told you to expect this. This is why you came here tonight, but you still experience a cold, shivering thrill as you sit down in the chair, and bend forward slightly, putting your eye to the hole. On the other side is a man, naked from the waist down, his fist closed tightly around his rigid member. You can not seem to tear your gaze away as the slightly purple mushroom head of this man's penis emerges from between his fingers, then disappears again. Your mouth falls open, and your eyes glaze over as you stare at the rhythmically undulating cockhead, moving slowly in and out...

Something must have given you away. Maybe you were breathing heavier than you realized, or maybe the skin of your face was visible through the hole from the neighboring booth, but the man abruptly stopped fondling himself, and his body turned toward you. You back away from the wall nervously, and fumble in your back pocket for the single dollars that Ian told you to bring. As you feed two dollars into the machine, your screen comes alive, lighting the booth around you, but before you can pick a movie to watch, you glance back down at the hole, and see the neighbor's cock protruding from the wall.

Your heart thumps in your chest, but Ian told you this would happen too. This is what you wanted when you came here. And with slightly trembling fingers, you reach down, and grasp the stranger's penis. The strange skin is warm, pulsing with blood and lust. This cock is heavier, and slightly thicker than the last one you knew, but not by much, and your hand seems to mold perfectly to its strange contours. Seemingly of its own accord, your hand begins to move back and forth over the rigid flesh. You can barely hear a gasping breath from the other side of the partition, and you seem to draw confidence from it. The stranger is enjoying your efforts, and you begin to move your hand faster.

On a sudden impulse, you drop to your knees and push the chair out of the way as you kneel in front of the hole. Your hand grasps the cock at its base, and you plant a soft, tentative kiss on the spongy, purpled flesh of its head. The penis twitches in your hand, and a single drop of clear liquid escapes from its tip. Instinctively, your tongue darts out to collect the sweet nectar before it can drop to the floor. In that moment, as the pre-cum coats your tongue, a strange, reckless confidence overcomes you, and you grin at yourself for the briefest of moments before opening your mouth and engulfing the cockhead in front of you.

You hear a groan from the next booth as you begin to bob your head on the stranger's cock, taking it as deeply into your mouth as you can, and running your tongue along its sensitive underside. You close your eyes and fall into a trance, paying attention to nothing but the rhythm of your bobbing head, and the taste of salty flesh and sweet fluid. Sooner than you expected it, and almost before you realize what is happening, the cock begins to pulse in your mouth, and a jet of salty cum lands on the back of your tongue. You swallow once, twice, and a third time, before you feel safe to withdraw the spent penis from your mouth, grinning, and tasting the residue of your labors coating the inside of your mouth. Your heart is still racing, but you feel a sense of accomplishment as your neighbor pulls his exhausted manhood back through the hole, and you hear him zip, and exit the booth.

Intending to wait a few moments before exiting the booth yourself, your attention returns to the video screen, still playing its movie. But something else catches your attention, and looking to the right, you realize that there is another hole in the opposite wall of your booth. An eye is pressed against that hole, and you understand that it must have been watching your performance as you blew the stranger in the other booth. Would this stranger expect the same treatment? Would you be up for it? The eye looks at you, winks slowly, then disappears, only to be replaced by another cock. This one is slightly longer than the last one, if not quite as thick, and is wearing a latex condom.

Your heart leaps inside your chest, because you know who this one belongs to. This cock belongs to Ian. This is what Ian said he would do, if he were here. Of course, he had made sure he would be here. And you had told him what you would do, though you didn't really expect to follow through with it at the time. Now though, that reckless sense of adventure begins to steal over you again, giving you permission to act on your deepest impulses.

You stand, unfastening your jeans, and sliding them down over your hips. You wore no panties. Perhaps you had been subconsciously planning for this after all. Adopting a wide stance and bracing yourself against the opposite wall, you aim your dripping cunt at the hole, and straddle Ian's rigid cock. Reaching between your legs, you position him at your entrance, then push yourself back onto him. Your eyes roll back into your head, and you moan as Ian fills you up...



Glorious Second



I was standing, rubbing another man's long hard cock with my own. It was so good I had to stop after only a few seconds, since cumming after the first touch of another man's cock on mine would end the fun much too fast - always a danger with first times. Being this turned on is worth enjoying for itself, which you learn to appreciate after a few other first times ending deliciously fast. Especially when who knows what would happen in a few minutes? I kept pumping his hard uncut cock, which was long and thin, bending towards the right. This had been a fantasy which had taken root over years, and now for the second time, I was getting off with an anonymous man at a glory hole. In some ways, it was already hotter than my first time. This could become a very pleasant way to spend time.

A few weeks ago was the first time I got off at a glory hole, first watching porn and getting hard, then hearing the door to the next booth open, getting really hot imagining and then watching the cock on the other side of the wall getting stroked, almost cumming at the first touch of another man's hand on my body, then cumming, unable (and utterly unwilling) to stop the hot semen rising from my balls so good as he stroked my cock, his arm reaching through the glory hole. After which I jerked him off in a few strokes, his spurts starting as I touched his cockhead coming through the glory hole - he was as turned on as I was. It was hot, hard, and fast. The faceless sex of hard cocks cumming was enticing, and very easy to understand and share.

I had gone back to the video store a few times since then, but apart from getting off to the porn, which has been a fun habit over decades, the other booth stayed disappointedly empty. The porn selection was good, with a MMF selection always getting me stiff, and several other good videos with men and women simply getting off - a couple in a large bathing space were getting into each other over a period of time and positions, half clothed, then naked and dry, then fucking, then wet, and so on through a number of very enjoyable variations. The woman getting fucked was sexy to watch, with dark pussy fur and hair, nice tits, and what seemed natural pleasure overtaking any acting - which certainly made sense to my cock as it also grew harder watching her. It was good porn to get off to, certainly. But the reality of touching another man's cock with my hand had been exciting without fantasy, and watching him was a fine way to enjoy someone's sincere pleasure matching my own. 

Over time, the fantasy which grew often as I jacked off, alone, was to touch and stroke another hard cock with my own. I also did spend some time in the booth figuring out how to stick my cock through the opened gap - neither easy nor difficult, and not too awkward. It is natural to put one arm up and press against the hole, like the man at a glory hole getting off seen from behind, his ass tight and pushed against the wall in a picture I saw years ago in a German magazine, which essentially opened this area of eroticism to me. The idea of a truly shared but unknowing orgasm was a game that men obviously played, and I wanted to join in. My first time had been 'passive' and 'just happened,' but it seemed time to learn how to be more clear in my wishes. In my experience, women don't understand the entire rush behind getting off this way. A hard cock is pure sex, and pure sex makes a cock hard. The logic is pretty circular, the way fingers or wet lips or glistening pussy is. Or the way a hard cock is itself. And cumming is its own joy - and making someone cum too. You don't need anything else at all as an explanation for those who have shared it. 

I seem to fit into one of the standard demographics of someone who enjoys a glory hole, straight married, and since sex with condoms has never really appealed (lambskin with women is very fine, though), whatever fun is to be had with a cock should be as non-fluid as possible. Stroking and rubbing a man as turned on as I seems a basically harmless pleasure, one to really enjoy. When I was a teenager, getting off to straight porn with a friend or two was a fun, more than occasional pastime. All of us would stroke our own cocks, and occasionally watch each other, and even get off because another cock was too. When you are hard enough, other hard cocks are irresistible, something to openly watch and get turned on from. Of course, the same is true of any pussy being sincerely pleasured. In this sense, I definitely fit the straight definition - women as people are sexy, cocks are very sexy when hard and wanting to cum, and sharing pleasure with a man who is as visibly turned on as you is a very straightforward way to orgasm. Married men want to get off as uncomplicatedly as possible, and an erect cock is very uncomplicated, and extremely simple compared to the myriad of joys and challenges a woman is. This directness of getting off has its own honesty, a basic satisfaction of desire, and it avoids questions of homosexuality, since the complete facelessness leaves eveything unknowable. Cumming without a woman is a prickly question for a man, it seems. But enough of us want it that the pleasure seems quite attractive, regardless. 

Today, after enjoying a few favorite substances, I went to the video store, and though one booth was occupied, it was in the row opposite the glory hole pair. But somebody being there was at least hopeful, and there was a certain tingling between my legs as I went into the empty booth. Getting things ready better this time, pants down, sitting, money in, porn on, my cock starting to feel very good in my hand.

The porn begins, some seen a week or so ago, including the sexy couple from before, and several other selections are hot. As generally happens, the porn is causing my cock to become the center of existence. Sex is wonderful this way, even solo. After a few moments, the door to other booth is opened, then closed, and porn starts playing. The thrill of what could happen starts to pulse, as I scan through the selections to find something to get even harder to, or to match his tastes.

After a minute or two, I start to slowly and tentatively open the slider on my side, to only hear the slider on the other side close quickly. The Literotica glory hole FAQ was actually helpful here (any FAQ that gets you hard reading it is a good one) and this example kind of proves the universal point about the basic enjoyment being shared. Part of the etiquette seems to be getting hard before checking the other cock out. I can understand this, since hard cocks understand each other real well. And having a hard cock in a glory hole logically means getting off with another man, who is as clearly turned on as you. I still can't contain the erotic rush of the kinkiness of playing with another man's cock brings me just writing this.

After a couple of minutes of stroking myself watching the couple on the screen enjoy their fine fucking, at just about the moment when I began considering tapping on the other slider, it opened, and his cock was hard and being stroked, like mine. I tend to be a bit vocal, and the first light moans were unavoidable as I watched the cock I hoped to play with. His style was to rub his fingers over the top and tip of his cock, then sliding down again below the head. My style is a pretty straightforward ring of thumb and fingers stroking below and up to the glans. He had a black bush, and the way he sat, I couldn't really see his balls. But my eyes remained fixed on his shaft with the rush of watching him, and knowing he must be watching me.

After a couple of minutes, I pulled my pants to my ankles, and opened my legs wider as my cock stood straight in my pumping fist. At this point, I put my fingers slowly and hopefully offeringly through the glory hole. After repeating the gesture a couple of times, he slowly got up as I did myself, my hand pumping my cock, and then his hard cock was jutting through. I ran my left fingers over the length, around the head, then circled it. He grew harder and straighter, and seemed to enjoy what I was doing. My hand was real slow on my excited cock as I pushed it down, looking at his cock undeneath mine, getting closer. Then I felt my cock pressing against him, and it couldn't go any farther. Touching another hard cock with my own, stroking my shaft up and down his. Hot skin, velvet smooth and dry, and as turned on as I was, the moaning was again unavoidable.

I had wanted this cock, was as hard as he was, and now, I started feeling its slender length with my own, doing something I had never done before. The feeling was too intense, so I started using my right hand on him. After only a moment, he pulled back out, and I wondered if the problem was my cock stroking him. He sat back down, as did I, both of us stroking, I certainly watching him and showing off in turn. We played with ourselves for a couple of minutes, and then his fingers came through the opening. I got up slowly, stroking the length of my cock, knowing he could see how turned on I was, and because there was no way to stop myself. And no need.

I turned to face the wall, cock in hand at the height of the glory hole, and put myself into paradise, in the hands of an unseen stranger, whose cock I had already pleasured. His fingers were on me, and I started to press against the wall, my right hand no longer stroking, but now crooked over my head. The moans were impossible to stop, though it was possible to keep them low. I had wanted another man to jerk me off, and he was doing wonderfully. I kept pressing more firmly against the wall as my cock kept feeling better and better. My cock was becoming the true center of my existence, and his fingers were a constantly new sensation, with a different texture and pressure than anyone else I had felt there. This was the second time another man was stroking me, and this time it was plain to him and myself that this is what I wanted - to be stroked so good by another man I had already stroked. 

He made me cum with an impossible to describe sensation of fullness. I started moaning things like 'oh god, good....god...good....' This was so unbelievably hot, I was just losing myself completely in the hands of another man. As he kept going, I tried to make my moans clear enough so he knew what he was doing to me. There was no way to stop myself '...god...fuck..cock...cum..cummm..good..cum hard....harder....god good..., ' and then no words at all to describe what he understood perfectly. I couldn't stop pumping, and there wasn't any doubt he was making me cum so good. Being flat against the wall was an exotic position somehow, and his touch became impossible to separate from complete pleasure but still separation was also real - kinky. After my cock grew softer and was finished cumming, I moved back and looked down. My cock was dry, and I still have no good idea what he did that was so good - rubbing his cock against mine is a guess which completes the fantasy well, and considering how good and unknown feeling it was, a good guess. I sat down fulfilled but still hot.

He sat down and started stroking again, as I watched. He got hard, and I saw him stand, slowly mounting the wall while I watched his hard horny cock, and then he pressed himself through again. I got up, stood to the side, and rubbed my less hard cock against his length, then reached down to get him real hard. Unlike me, this game didn't seem so new to him, and I have never really tried to make a cock cum before. Feeling one swell and slip and change under your hands is interesting work, and very sexy. I played with his cock in a number of ways, from light touching along his shaft to a tight fist around his cockhead, pumping hard. The way he got harder and seemed to press tighter against the wall as his cock came through were as clear to me as I was to him before. I played with his cock for several good minutes until he started to cum, jets spurting for a while, then only drops from his still hard member, then a shrinking cock which was finally pulled backed. I had felt another man as turned on as I, and we made each cum hard. This wasn't the sort of magic my first time was - this was skillful work by two men sharing themselves briefly.



Glorious Toy



Toys had played no real roll with my first three lovers, but in the gap between the third and fourth, I was happily introduced to one of my favorite and enduring hobbies. Not quite as deep an attraction as my wife's, who loves to spend a half hour or so with a vibrator on her clit, cumming several times at least. Often, the first time in 30 seconds or so. It is remarkable how little time it takes for her pussy lips to swell and deepen their perfect pinkness, and how wet she gets, a wonderful shininess over her ever so fuckable pussy. My wife indirectly learned how wonderful a vibrator can be through a couple I used to live with.

This couple rented me a room and kitchen/house/garage space in their house. The woman of the house and I shared the same taste for weed, and we were happy to share and compare. Her husband only smoked hash, which I was able to acquire on a very rare basis until the late 1980s. In a way, the difference between the two is like that between beer and whiskey - same basic starting material, but concentrated. 

She and I preferred weed, followed by strong coffee, and as time went on, it became known to each other we both liked porn - as did her husband. Working in a TV studio in the mid-80s, free satellite porn was a nice fringe benefit - even if the films were endlessly repeated over a week and very little of it was that good - but being in my 20s and male, free hardcore was as attractive then as it is now with the Internet. (Good quality porn is surprisingly hard to find, I think, regardless). 

An old girlfriend and I used to fuck on the occasional evening in the empty studio, watching porn on the monitors. It never actually occurred to me to videotape ourselves, though her red hair and big bouncing tits with pink nipples hardened into crinkly candy, being fucked from behind, would have looked good on tape - and since she came often enough, with and without fingers on her wet slippery clit or fondling her hot nipples, that would have made such a video more enticing. Another benefit of working there was how simple the VHS dub systems were to use.

The schedules of the people living in the house tended to overlap and diverge - we all had time alone, and time when only one other person would be home. Occasionally, when hanging out while her husband was working, we would talk about sex, which led over time to discussing our tastes in porn. I had already enjoyed a lot of classic Penthouses of her husband's, which she knew, along with some of his slightly kinkier stuff, like Leg Show or some hardcore. The 70s and early 80s were a golden age, if only because that is the time I grew up cumming to those Penthouses, reading and enjoying the more detailed pictures of sexy women. I was also able to sample their personal video cassette porn library, which had some very hot scenes. Her own taste was for double or triple penetration, (two cocks in a pussy seemed to turn her on the most, with being fucked and sucking a cock or two seemed very hot, while the anal sex was enjoyable), and liked to listen to the sounds as much as watch the action. Headsets were her choice for loudness, and the large screen for the picture. With her legs spread, and her toy on her pussy, her big pussy lips spread open and soaking wet. That last part took a while to find out.

She used a coil vibrator, with the round 'fingers' attachment - the smell on it where she played with her pussy was incredible, and impossible to resist. One time she had left her toy near a chair in front of the TV, and I picked it up, brought it close, and couldn't resist breathing deeper. Tangible remnants of fantastic orgasms over time, which connected to my stiffening cock, simply by breathing while looking at it closely. No one was home, and the perfume from her toy was one of the most intensely sexy scents I had ever experienced, before or since. It had a slightly spicy overtone, not sweet at all. Complex in a way, but blindingly simple in another - and impossible not to keep breathing in, as my hand started stroking over my hardening cock in my jeans.

I had never explored her panties (worn panties have never interested me much - dirty laundry should get washed, is my basic opinion), but her toy was beyond temptation. I kept stroking myself and breathing in her pussy scent, and the orgasm that resulted was one of the those slightly kinky first times which tends to influence the course of personal taste into the future. 

Finding her toy and jerking off while enjoying its sexy scent was delightful, and led naturally enough later to turning it on, to feel whatever magic it seemed to work on her. There was a light and a hard setting, and through a pair of jeans, the hard setting certainly led to hardening that was again impossible to resist. Good adult toys are hard to find, but this was obviously one worth playing with over and over again. And I certainly did, though as discreetly as possible, I thought - well, not really thinking part of the time, but still discreet.

Of course, a sexual charge like this becomes noticeable enough to other adults, especially when they are playing the same way you are. Our bedrooms were on different levels of the house, with a couple of doors between them. One time, I came home when all doors were open, and a low sound could be heard. Or as became clearer the more intently I heard, several sounds, including the toy's almost monotone sound, her moans, and the VCR running - very low volume (or cranked way up on headphones). I didn't do more than stand, listen, and get hard, with the occasional stroke over my pants. After a few minutes, the sounds stopped, and I started walking again through the hall to my room to drop off stuff, and change.

She came to the kitchen a few minutes later, and we shared a bowl while drinking coffee - it was morning, and we had nothing we had to do for hours, and her husband was working. Having time to enjoy is one of the basics of good living. We sat and talked, and the conversation steered itself into toys and using them. As we talked, I learned a fair bit, including the fact that a coil vibrator can have different attachments, including ones for men, like a cup to cover the head of a cock. Her husband had turned her on to her toy years ago, she said, and he loved to play with it too. She also explained that the 'twig' attachment was one she also enjoyed regularly. I asked her what she meant, but the reply was that it would be easier to show, much like the cup attachment, which I also couldn't quite imagine.

After talking like this, and finishing our coffee, going to the TV seemed natural enough. I had already done some tape dubbing, so I knew her tastes in porn. After sitting down, I talked further about vibrator attachments, my curiosity certainly piqued by my cock growing harder. She was braless as usual, and talking about masturbation with her was something turning us both on, it seemed. She suggested we smoke another bowl, while rewinding the VCR. We both knew how horny weed made us, as did watching porn. I hadn't said anything about playing with her toy in the past, but that she and her husband used it often was no longer a 'secret,' including a number of intimate and arousing details. (Later, the picture of her licking her husband's hard cock while the vibrator is turning his cockhead on so good was one of the oldest in their personal collection, and obviously they had been enjoying themselves like this for more than a decade - their picture collection was another treasure.) The video cassette started, about 30 minutes of a man and two women, who shave him, suck and fuck him, finger themselves and each other, get fingered, licked, and on - three people having good sex, basically. 

She hit play, and then grabbed for the mute after pulling out the headphone cable. But since no one was around or expected, we left the volume quite high. She was still horny, but sated after playing for a while before I came home (and afterwards too, but that was left unspoken). I, on the other hand, was intensely horny, and not sated at all. And very curious. I had some experience with dildo battery vibrators over the years, but they weren't worth much attention in general. But her toy was very obviously something else, as the incredible scent had proved over and over by getting me very stiff and then orgasming after losing myself completely in her smell of sex. The idea that it worked for men was incredibly enticing also, something she probably already knew. 

Watching porn while stoned had its normal effect on us both. After a while, my eyes fixed to the screen, she asked if I was curious about her toy. I turned, my cock bulging, and said something like 'Yes.' It was already plugged in, and in her hand, her favorite attachment still on it. I asked if that was she used, and for a while, we focused on technical details about how she got off, me getting ever harder and very obviously aroused as the conversation became ever more basic and revealing about how to play with such a fun toy. I asked about the 'twig,' and she took it from a bag near the sofa. It had two 'branches,' one obviously for her ass, the other longer branch obviously for her pussy/clit. It was somewhat flexible, and obviously a toy for a woman. By this point in the conversation, my hand was occasionally straying down between my legs, and reluctantly moving away again. She then showed how the attachments changed, and put on the red rubber cockhead cup. Then she asked whether I wanted to feel how it was. This time, my 'Yes' was probably harder to hear, but easier to understand as being in complete agreement with my obvious desire.

She then turned it on, and simply placed the cup lightly where my cock bulged against my jeans. Unimagined pleasure was the result. The cup and her holding were so different from what I had done alone before with her attachment, and so much better, especially when she ran the edge of the attachment so gently and slowly along the outline of my cock in my jeans, from the bottom of the shaft to the turned on and straining cockhead. I watched the porn again, lost in the feeling. After what seemed an age of complete pleasure, she unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. My cock basically jumped out at the end of the process, and she put the vibrator on my cock, and then turned it on to the harder setting. I now slowly realized that the toy on the outside of my jeans, with their cushioning cotton, was simply one pleasure, among several. The attachment seemed to fit my cockhead perfectly, the sensitive shaft underneath the rim of my cockhead free for a hand to get close to, and add to, the most intense vibrations and pleasure. I never actually thought of this before she started playing with my cock, the pleasure was so intensive from the start, but when her hand reached for my cock, the change in the pleasure was possible to understand after only a minute or two of simple moaning. A vibrator reduces the universe to basic pleasure, and does so very consistently. 

The pleasure she was giving me was unique in my experience, but there was already no question that I wanted to do this again and again. I think this was quite plain to her, since she already knew what a fun toy she had. After another timeless period of pleasure, there was no way to stop myself from cumming. The feeling of cumming into the cup was another unimagined pleasure. I finally slumped back, legs spread and completely limp. She asked what I thought, and I couldn't even really talk. It was as good as anything else I have ever felt in sex, from the first time I came to my first blow job to the first time I felt a wet pussy around my hard cock. Having good friends who share life's little pleasures is another of the basics of good living. The first time she actually shared her toy with me was enough to add a whole new taste to my sexual pleasures, and I remain deeply thankful. 

After that point, we shared her toy over the years. We never played together again, except at the very end (other stories), but we certainly heard each other playing with the toy over that time - I think we both occasionally wanted to be listened to, and enjoyed listening to the other. We also shared porn when sharing the vibrator between ourselves.

One time, years later, after leaving the state entirely, I was visiting them for a week or so with the woman who would become my wife. That we would take the opportunity to enjoy the toy was pretty clear to both myself and the owner of the toy. After getting ready for bed in the warm summer night, there was a knock on our bedroom door, and my old landlord gave me a package - considering she was dressed in nothing but a T-shirt, and a certain familiar scent could be noticed; she had probably been enjoying herself thinking about what fun would be had her with her vibrator. My future wife had already undressed in the heat, and was laying on the bed. She also seemed to notice the T-shirt only dress, with nice large dark nippled breasts hanging free, and very likely the scent, as my woman has a very good sense for such enjoyable things. We chatted briefly at the door, with my wife curious enough about the overheard talk of 'toys' and 'fun,' and me getting semi-hard while talking.

After saying good night to the sexy woman at the bedroom door, I turned to the naked and sexy woman on the bed, and explained that we would be playing with my former landlord's toy this evening. Since she had already heard a bit about this toy and its pleasures, she was curious enough. After plugging it in, and turning it on, it only took a couple of minutes of mild enjoyment to change the attachment to a hard knob, which she then put to her pussy, above her clit. After a minute, or two at most, she was cumming wildly, her other hand spreading her pussy nicely to let the toy's knob pleasure her now hard clit directly, moaning loudly, without any restraint. I was stroking my cock watching and listening, and I am sure that my moans were no less sincere than hers. I am also fairly certain that we were heard through the house, and that thought only made me hornier. My wife, like the first time with me, wasn't really thinking about anything at that point, she was simply cumming without any thought of stopping the intense orgasms she was enjoying. 

After she soaked our bedsheet with her cumming, I finally had to fuck her wet open pussy - even the pleasure of stroking myself was not enough to stop me from placing my cockhead against her open pussy, and pushing deeper and deeper into her wet tight cunt, with matted wet curls. Her limp wetness was perfect for my almost too horny cock, and we started to lazily fuck. She was so wet, and I was so hard that simply feeling her harder but steadily slowing breathing almost made me cum deep inside her. In another eternal minute or two, I was pumping her deep, cumming so hard in her spread wet pussy, watching her bouncing tits and empty pleasured eyes. I am sure my eyes were as filled with pleasure as hers had been as I kept pounding her deeper and cumming with my balls hard against her slick spread ass and thighs, grinding better and harder against her as my cock kept pushing. We filled the room with the scent of our fucking, and when I came, we both knew that this type of toy would become part of our future.

My wife later added her own personal kick - she likes to have her ass fingered just before she cums. We discovered this after buying our own vibrator, and just fooling around. A clean asshole is also a fun place to play, as long as it is done gently and when the person being rimmed or fingered is really turned on. She came several times very intensely the first time I did it to her, as did I, feeling her hot asshole squeeze my finger in waves while she came to the vibrator's seductive pleasure, and as I stroked my cumming cock. Having her ass fucked is one of her 'dirtier' fantasies in general. A finger seems a much better real life fit, especially when she is so turned on and slippery in general. The general inhibitions drown in the pleasure. Of course, the same is equally true for myself. She also added another pleasure by using the flat disc attachment on me, pushing my cockhead against it with one hand, and then placing a finger against the very tip of my cock, where it opens. The sheer pleasure is so intense, I have almost always cum instantly, and never have I lasted more than a moment of pure ecstasy. Pumping my cum against her finger is another of those previously unimagined pleasures, while watching her sexy body as I lose myself in the pure pleasure she is giving me. 

I've shared this toy with other women, after my wife was already as satisfied playing with such toys as I - she only insisted that any sharing of our 'back-up' vibrator be seen as a loan, ready to return if her primary toy stopped working. A friend from another story enjoyed it for one night, came repeatedly, but found it too mechanical compared to sex with a real person. Women have much more complex tastes than men, I think. A man who has enjoyed an orgasm or two is likely a big fan for the cumming alone. Some women, at least, want more than good orgasms. But I think she is in a fairly small minority, but then, coil vibrators are not widely used either.