Mrs. Englewood at the Reverse Glory Hole

[Christo]

So the past couple of weeks I've had to dial in to these boring all-day meetings and instead of falling asleep I've been writing erotic stories inspired by posts from some of my favorite Charms. This one is about the thread started by Mrs. Englewood a few days ago. I hope you all enjoy it!

It was late afternoon when Mrs. Englewood’s doorbell rang. That was odd—anyone she knew well would text that they were stopping over, and of course she had an open-door policy for her vast army of eager, well-hung lovers. She wasn’t expecting any of her studs to visit today, not with the extremely exciting plans she had for the evening.

She opened the door to find herself confronted by a neighbor from up the street. This particular neighbor was named Karen, and could she be more appropriately named? A nosy, preachy, judgy scold of a woman, and Mrs. Englewood didn’t think they’d spoken more than 50 words to each other over the years.

“I’m sorry to bother you…Hillary, is it?” her neighbor said. Mrs. Englewood nodded, conceding that her neighbor of many years did indeed know her first name. Karen’s eyes momentarily fell to the V-neck of Hillary’s white T-shirt, and as she examined the exposed cleavage of her bodacious 34Gs she did nothing to hide her distaste.

Her lips pursed and she said, “I’m come to speak to you about my son.”

“What about him?” Hillary said. “I don’t think I’ve ever met him.”

“You haven’t, and that was very much on purpose.” The distasteful expression grew even more vinegary. “I know about you. I know that you take pictures of yourself, naked, and put them on the internet.” She said this with a naïve incredulity, as if online porn was something Hillary invented last month. “My son recently discovered your website. He saw your…he saw you…”

“Naked? Giving a sloppy blowjob?” Hillary let her eyes grow wide, mockingly. “Getting gangbanged by three bodybuilders?”

For a moment it looked like Karen might be physically sick, but she controlled her anger and said, “It doesn’t matter what he saw. He’s been punished for it. Harshly punished.”

“He’s your son, that’s your decision.”

“It is,” Karen said sharply. “I have also decided that he is NOT to have any contact with you, and you are to have NO contact with him.”

“Why would I have contact with him?”

“Because he…” Karen swallowed bile and said, “because he is infatuated with you. I found texts on his phone, to his friends, saying that he wants to…”

She couldn’t finish her sentence so Hillary said, “He wants to fuck me.”

Karen gritted her teeth. “He…”

“Wants me to stroke his cock? Suck it? Swallow his cum? All of the above?” Mrs. E couldn’t help smiling. “Most men do.”

The look of disgust on her neighbor’s face was quite delicious and Hillary allowed herself to enjoy it. “It doesn’t matter. His infatuation doesn’t matter. You are not to initiate any contact with him. Or I will escalate things.”

Hillary looked at her neighbor. “How old is your son?”

“What difference does it make?”

“He’s over eighteen?”

“He’s nineteen. And his age is irrelevant. I have made the decision. What he wants doesn’t matter.”

Hillary thought about escalating things herself. Who was this woman to tell HER who she could or couldn’t talk to? And then seduce? And then fuck the everloving brains out of? But, there were SO many hot young men in the world to welcome into her bed. And she knew almost nothing about Karen’s son. They lived quite a ways down the street, and if she ever saw him it was only from a distance. She might not find him interesting.

She also had a thrilling night of adventure ahead of her, and why get into a nasty fight when she didn’t have a good reason? Maybe this was a time for neighborly consideration, if just to keep this temporary peace.

“I think I can assure you that I will not…initiate contact with your son. Whom I honestly do not know.”

“Good,” Karen said. Hillary thought a “thank you” might be in order, but let it slide. “And if my son tries to contact you, either in person or online, I would like you to tell me.”

“I’m not a tattletale,” Hillary said, a bit exasperated. “It’s up to you to police his behavior, not me.”

“Oh, I will,” Karen said savagely. “He knows that you…that you have sex with other people. Lots of other people.”

If it was an insult Hillary didn’t rise to it. “I do. In fact I’m having sex with several people tonight.” She lowered her voice and leaned closer. “Anonymous sex. I don’t even know who these men are.” She leaned even closer and whispered, “I can’t wait.”

Karen shook her head, repulsed. “Disgusting. I can’t imagine why my son would find your interesting.”

“Because I’m hot, I love men, and I know how to make a man feel so good.”

Karen took a step back. “Maybe some men find…women like you a good time. I don’t know why my son does. And I don’t know why he would think you’d be interested in him.”

That got Hillary’s attention. “Why did he say that? I don’t know anything about him.”

“I don’t know. I just know he texted one of his friends as they were discussing you and my son said, ‘I know I’m the kind of man she likes,’ and his friend texted a cartoon of a purple banana and a donkey. I guess calling him an ass, I don’t understand children today.”

“He’s 19. He’s not a child.”

Karen gave her a look of pure contempt. “He’s MY child. And I don’t care about your opinion.”

She turned on a heel and strode off. Hillary watched her march away and said, “Nice talking to you, Karen!”

Hillary closed the door and leaned against it, musing a bit. Karen obviously hadn’t understood the emoji’s her son received. The purple banana, of course, was an eggplant, and everyone knows what that means. The donkey…could it be a horse? Was the friend calling Karen’s son a horse, saying that he’s a stud? Or that he has a horse cock? Or was he poking fun at his friend for thinking he had a huge cock?

She laughed out loud. “Well, that’s what you get for being a size queen, you get a one-track mind,” she said aloud. She loved men with huge, thick, hard, throbbing dicks, and posted about her admiration on her site all the time. So Karen’s son thought he was the sort of man she liked, did he? Her promise to her neighbor aside, maybe she would have to investigate further…

But that was for another time. Tonight, she was going to have fun. Dirty fun. The kind of dirty fun that this very naughty MILF craves.

That evening her husband drove them to the adult bookstore hosting the night’s naughty activities. “You look hot,” he said, ogling her. She was simply dressed in a black tank-top dress that showed off her fantabulous cleavage and, as a bonus, was very easy to take off. She wasn’t wearing a brassiere or panties, and she could step out of her wedge sandals in two seconds flat. She’d dressed for the occasion.

She’d been here before, many times, both as a customer and as a very willing participant in the hot, sweaty, erotic activities within. Her husband took her hand as they walked through the heavy glass doors, and the spicy smell of male desire already perfumed the air.

There were perhaps thirty people in the store, and Hillary recognized quite a few of them as former sexual partners. There were more men than women, though many of them were couples. Or, hotwives who brought both their husbands and one of their devoted paramours. They all looked at Hillary, tonight’s star attraction, and leered at her with greedy eyes. Her husband sensed it too, the testosterone, the feral lust, and all for his gorgeous wife.

“I’ll be out here. Have a good time,” he said with a wolfish grin on his face.

She kissed him on the lips and said, “Oh, I’m going to.”

A very attractive woman with a dozen tattoos adorning her well-toned body saw Hillary and beckoned her over. The woman was in her early 50s, with bright blue eyes and close-cropped black hair. She owned the bookstore and arranged these lusty, libidinous gatherings for the area’s very active swinger population.

“Hello, Jerrika,” Hillary whispered as the owner took her face in her hands. The two women kissed hello, passionately, tongues curling around each other. Hillary felt the warmth blossom between her legs as Jerrika cupped her heavy breasts and gave them a gentle squeeze. Their tongues and lips parted and Jerrika said, “I love you as a blonde.”

“Do you really?”

“I do.” She kissed Hillary again, not caring about all the people staring at them. Finally she drew her face away and said, “I think tonight you are going to have a very nice time.”

“I’m sure I will,” she said. “How many men…”

“Five,” Jerrika said. “We had five very eager volunteers. It would be more accurate to say they were beggars.”

Hillary closed her eyes and hugged herself. “Five,” she said aloud. “That’s amazing.”

“I have them safely tucked away in the back,” Jerrika said, looking over her shoulder. “They won’t see you, and you won’t see them. Completely anonymous.”

Hillary’s tongue touched her upper lip. “That’s sounds so incredible. And they’re all…”

“They are all very nicely endowed, I selected them myself.” she said.

“After sampling them yourself…?”

The bookstore owner nodded. “Oh yes.” Then she leaned closer. “There is one, he’s new to our group, he’s…well, not to spoil it, but he is very gifted. Very.”

Hillary felt herself go weak in the knees. If this vastly experienced woman said a man was very gifted, well, he must be hung like a…

Like a horse.

Her thoughts flew back to her earlier conversation with Karen and savored this small coincidence. Which must be what it was—a coincidence.

“Let’s get started then,” Hillary said, breathless.

Jerrika took her by the hand and as they started back the people gathered in the store started applauding. She smiled and gave a shy little wave, though she certainly didn’t feel shy about any of this.

The owner led around a corner, and then down the full length of a dark hallway. Hillary had been here before, and as they passed two of the doors she touched her chest with a hand and let a finger circle her nipple. These were the usual gloryhole rooms, where on many occasions she’d knelt on the floor and ravenously drained every man in attendance. She loved seeing a rock-hard cock arrogantly shoved through a tiny hole, and then watching it meekly slip back into the shadows after she’d skillfully extracted every dram of his seed with her lips, tongue, and hands.

Tonight was different.

At the very end of the hall was a door, and Jerrika led her into a small room divided in half by a tall wooden partition. There was a semi-circular hole cut out of the middle and jutting out was the last third of a black, padded massage table. A heavy black curtain covered the hole, blocking the other side from view.

And, bolted on either side of the opening, were two heavy leather straps and two equally-sturdy leather ankle restraints.

The shop owner eased up behind her and nuzzled Hillary’s neck. “Our reverse glory hole. Does it meet with your approval?”

Hillary stroked the woman’s arms. “It takes my breath away.”

“You are going to be FUCKED tonight, darling,” Jerrika whispered into her ear.

“Yes.”

“Fucked hard.”

“Very hard.”

“Your pussy will be overflowing with cum.”

“Yes.”

“Overflowing,” the woman said, grinding herself against Hillary’s ass. “Anonymous cum. From anonymous men. And anonymous cocks.”

Hillary felt her knees almost give way. “That sounds like heaven.”

“Shall we begin, darling?”

“Yes, please.”

Jerrika led her to the corner of the wooden wall, which was actually a narrow, hinged door. She led Hillary inside, where the rest of the massage table took up much of the rest of the space, the black leather gleaming in the light. Bolted above the hole in the wooden wall was a thick steel bar, matte black. Something for her to grab onto while the five men on the other side of the wall fucked their brains out.

There was a small bench next to the massage table, with three bottles of water, a small pink vibrator, and a tube of lube. It was all starting to feel very real now and Hillary started to slip her dress over her head, but then her friend saw her trembling hands. “Let me help you with that,” she said.

“I’m so wet already,” Hillary said.

“So am I,” the owner said.

“Are you going to fluff my studs? Get them nice and hard for me? Stroke and suck on them so they’re ready for my pussy?

Jerrika laughed. “I don’t think that will be necessary. They’re all very, very excited for you. They all assured me they’ve all abstained for at least five days, so their balls are aching right now.”

Hillary closed her eyes, imagining these desperate men pumping their semen deep inside her. She sighed and looked at the owner. “Will you watch?”

“No. This is between you and the five studs who have come to fuck you.” She eased the dress over Hillary’s head, and as she shook out her blonde hair the owner gazed at her jiggling titties. “If you give your consent, I may come in after the last cock is done spurting and clean you up.”

“With your tongue?”

Jerrika leaned down and gave each of Hillary’s erect nipples a fluttery caress with her tongue. “Mm-hmm.”

“Oh, yes, I consent.”

The owner gave her nipple a gentle kiss before extending her tongue and circling the sensitive tip. Hillary spread her legs and her tattooed friend went down on her knees, staring at her sex, almost reverential. Then she gave Hillary’s pussy a chaste kiss and breathed in deep.

“You are very wet,” she said. “And intoxicating.”

“I want to get fucked.”

“You need to get fucked. Right now. Let me help you.”

Hillary lay on the massage table and the owner helped her shimmy forward so the lower half of her body pushed through the curtain. “Do you want me to restrain your ankles?”

“Yes,” Hillary rasped.

Jerrika cracked open a bottle of water and handed it over. “Hydrate,” she said, leaning down for a kiss. “You’ll be exerting yourself.”

The owner walked to the other side of the partition, and Hillary felt warm hands gently lift her right leg, and then the left, placing them in the tight leather restraints. She was spread wide open now, totally exposed and vulnerable.

“Then why do I feel more powerful than ever before?” she thought.

A gentle finger slid up and down her slit. “Oh, yes, you are ready,” Jerrika’s slightly muffled voice said from beyond the partition. “Your first lover will be in shortly.” Hillary heard her friend’s high heeled footsteps and then a final, “Enjoy…”

She lay back, legs spread, staring at the ceiling. Wondering how long it would be before the first man entered the room.

And entered her.

The wait was just a few seconds. The door opened, closed, and she heard a man’s strangled voice say, “Oh, fuck, yeah.” A series of quick footsteps and then hands sliding up her legs, from her knees to her inner thighs. She felt hot breath on her pussy, and then a tongue licked from her opening to her clit. The first man’s muscular tongue slithered all over her labia, all the while loudly going “Mmm…mmmmmmmm…”

Hillary sighed with pleasure as the man ate her out, but that’s not what she wanted. What she wanted was the first of five big penises inside her, and as if reading her mind the first man’s tongue withdrew and she felt the knob of his dick swabbing her moist outer lips.

He put his hands on her thighs and drove himself forward, impaling her with his very nice and very hard cock. She gasped slightly as he penetrated her, but she was very wet and he was very hard and after two gentle movements he put his hands under her knees and started thrusting with more and more vigor.

This wasn’t the first time Hillary had planned intercourse with a group of men and she knew that sometimes the first one could get a little overexcited. A little overstimulated. A bit quick on the trigger. But with her legs restrained and the upper half of her body hidden there wasn’t much she could do but hang on and enjoy the ride.

Which she did—the first man was strong and swift and fucked her fast and hard. But after a minute she heard him go, “Ahhhh…” and instead of slowing down, he sped up. He drilled her even faster, even harder, and she could hear his breathing turn into desperate panting. Thirty seconds passed and she tried not to say anything but his cock felt so good inside her that a soft, “Ohhh…” escaped her lips, and that was that.

“Oh, yeah, I’m gonna CUM!” he roared, and did just that. She felt his cock twitch and shiver and his wet warmth spread within her. She closed her eyes and luxuriated in his orgasm, felt his energy flood her body. When he pulled out she a pang of regret, but she knew another man would take his place.

And quickly. The first man left without a word, but the second man gruffly said, “Oh, that’s a pretty pussy,” and thrust himself inside her. He was THICK and strained the walls of her sopping wet vagina. She moaned, “Oh, yes,” as he started sawing back and forth.

“Yeah, baby, that’s nice, you’re nice and wet for my big dick,” her second man said. Of course the first man’s semen had lubed her up too but, yes, she was very wet and very excited. This man was even stronger than the first, he hoisted her legs in the air slightly and pounded Hillary’s pussy, his balls slapping against her ass as he powerfucked her.

“Uhhhh, baby, your pussy feels GOOD,” the man growled as he fucked her. He showed no signs of ending things prematurely and Hillary grabbed the metal bar above her and moaned, “Fuck me, that’s right, uhhhh, come on, FUCK ME!”

He obeyed. The animalistic sounds of his grunting and her groans filled the room, and the only question was who would climax first. She was close—very close—when he shouted, “Aww yeah, YEAH!! GONNA COME! GONNA COME ALL OVER YOU!!!”

He pulled out and she felt his thick semen splatter all over her belly. Then he groaned “Oh, baby, that’s so nice,” and stuffed his throbbing cock back inside her velvety hole. The rest of his ejaculate mixed with her first lover’s goo, and she could feel it dripping down to her ass.

He pulled out. Still gripping her legs, he seemed to use them to hold himself steady. “Holy shit,” he mumbled. “Holy shit, that was good.”

“You fucked me good, so good,” she said through the wall to the mystery man.

“I want you again,” he said, his fingers playing with her pussy. “I want you in my bed, so we can really have some fun.”

“Maybe we will, honey,” she said. She wanted to end the conversation before he said anything more. She didn’t want to know who he was, didn’t want any clues. She loved not knowing who’s cum was running down her crack.

And she loved knowing that she wasn’t even halfway done with the evening’s fun.

The second man left, and a third set of footsteps approached. “Damn, girl,” the man said, his voice soft and higher pitched. “Those boys did you dirty. Look at that mess they left me…”

She felt fingertips touching her thighs, softly stroking her, making her squirm. She’d been close to a powerful orgasm and wanted another strong cock inside her. Instead this man was making her wait.
“You’re so pretty,” he said, his thumb circling her clitoris. “Pretty girl. I like pretty girls.”

Hillary’s hips gyrated as he played with her clit. “Mmm…think my girl wants a kiss.” She felt his lips close around her clit and as he gently sucked she couldn’t hold back her moan. “I am pretty…” she sighed as his tongue busied itself around her clit.

He wasn’t hesitant at all about eating her pussy after two other men blew their heavy loads all over and inside her. He licked and sucked her clit and it felt good and then it felt wonderful and when she realized he wasn’t going to stop the luscious sensation stacked and stacked and just like THAT she was about to cum. She was about to cum and she closed her eyes and spread her legs as wide as the ankle restraints allowed her too.

“Baby yes, oh yes, that’s right, that’s so nice…” She pushed herself forward, grinding herself against his face. “Eat me. Lick me. Make me cum.”

He put her arms under her thighs and lifted her into the air, devouring her pussy. His tongue was everywhere, exploring every inch of her, driving deep inside her. Her legs started to tremble and that’s when she knew she was close. All she needed him to do was keep doing what he was doing…

He did. His tongue never stopped and the delicious sensations never stopped. He drove his middle finger inside her vagina, then matched it with his index finger as well, and pumped his digits in and out of her so fast she could hear the wild wet squelching sounds from her pussy all the way through the curtain.

Hillary seized the thick metal bar above her and used the leverage to pump her hips and the building pleasure finally reached the point of no return and exploded from deep within her core.

“Ohhhh…OHHH…OHHH!!!” she moaned as her climax erupted and waves of ecstasy shimmered through her loins. Her breath caught and she gritted her teeth, every muscle straining to constrain the waves of pleasure coursing through her. Finally she gasped for air with a desperate, “UHHHHGGGHHHHH!!!” that was so loud she was sure those outside the room must have heard her lusty cries.

She was still coming when her mystery lover’s tongue abandoned her clit and his cock speared her opening. “OH FUCK, FUCK!” she screamed as his dick slid in and out of her quaking pussy, his sudden hardness deep inside her a shock that made her scream with animal need. “Yes! Fuck me! OH GOD, FUCK MEEEE!!!”

His cock wasn’t as thick as the one that came before him, but it was long and from the way it levered into her pussy it must be magnificently curved, like a cutlass. His shaft pressed against the upper wall of her vagina and her G-spot went all tingly with every stroke, and that seemed to prolong the echoing ecstasy of her orgasm.

“Yeah, thass right,” she heard her lover pant from beyond the wooden wall, “love to give the dick to a woman as she comes. Makes her CRAZY.”

Hillary gripped the metal bar and pushed herself back and forth in rhythm with the man screwing her. She desperately wanted to wrap her legs around his waist but of course she couldn’t with them in restraints and splayed wide open for him. She had to content herself with pushing her hips forward as he plunged his cock inside her.

Faster and faster. Harder and harder.

“Yeah, girl!” he said, his voice starting to break as his own peak approached. “Your pussy loves this big dick. You’re taking it so NICE!”

“Ohhh, God, you’re fucking me good,” she rasped, then screamed “FUCKING ME SO GOOD!!!”

She heard his breathing grow heavy, and with every thrust he said, “Oh…oh my…oh yeah…oh yeah…” He fucked her faster and faster and said, “Oh…here we go…here we go girl! That pussy is gonna make me come. You ready for it?”

“Yes!”

“You ready for my cum?”

“Yes!!!”

“Where you want it, girl. Want it all over your belly, or you want it…”

“CUM INSIDE ME!” Hillary screamed. “PLEASE! DON’T PULL OUT! CUM INSIDE ME!!! CUM INSIDE MY PUSSY!!!” She let out a desperate moan and sobbed, “PLEASE, I WANT TO YOU’RE YOUR BIG COCK EXPLODE INSIIIIIIDDDDE MEEEEEEE!!!”

The man buried the head of his twitching penis deep in her pussy. “UHH!!! UHHHHH!!! YEAH!!! YEAH BABY, YOU LIKE THAT???!!! FUCK, I’M CUMMIN INSIDE YOU!! INSIDE THAT SWEET PUSSY!!! YEAH!!!!!”

“Oh, yes, baby, yes,” Hillary said quietly as he dumped a huge load inside her. As he shoved himself deeper and deeper inside her she could feel his thick seed ooze out of her pussy and drip down her thighs. “Oh, you came so much.”

“That’s what I do, baby,” the man said between panting breaths. “I clean up a mess, and then I make a bigger mess.”

“Yes you did.”

“Saved it up for a week. That’s a big nut inside you.” He caressed her belly. “Put my baby in there.”

She laughed. “There’s so much, maybe you did.” Then he pulled out and Hillary’s laugh turned into a bleat of protest.

“Don’t worry girl, there’s two more boys want a piece of you.” She felt hot breath between her legs, and he kissed her lips, the ones down there. “Think I’d like to see you again sometime.”

And then he was gone, and Hillary lay back and grabbed the open bottle of water beside her. She chugged it down, so thirsty that when she finished she coughed and gasped for air. “Wow,” she said aloud. That had been a fantastic fuck. The evening had already exceeded her expectations, but what could live up to that?

Unfortunately, her fourth lover quickly showed that he couldn’t. She heard the door close as he entered and then quick footsteps up to the wall. The head of his cock was between her legs and then slipped inside, all too easily. He wasn’t as big as her first three lovers and even though Hillary couldn’t see him, she could sense his nervousness. He wasn’t completely hard, and when he started fucking her he only went in a few inches.

He was also a grunter. “Uh…uh…uh…uh…uh…” It felt good but after her last lover and her huge orgasm it was a disappointment. When his grunts got louder—“UH UH UH UH OHHH OHHH!!” she knew he was about to cum. And he did, his cock finally getting rock-hard and a torrent of semen spit out of his tip.

When he finished he said, “Wow! That…wow!” He pulled out and started to walk away. Then he said, “I’m sorry I…I’ve never done this before. I was nervous, I didn’t…”

“You felt great, honey,” Hillary said. “And you came inside me, that’s what I wanted. Thank you!”

“OK! The next time I’ll be better!”

“Make sure there is a next time, baby. I want that cock again.”

He left and Hillary smiled. The man sounded young, maybe in his 20s, and she didn’t want him to feel bad about his performance. Some of her most thrilling lovers struggled during their first time with her, and there were times when she was intimidated by the powerful, magnetic, masculine men who took her into their beds. Kindness can be a powerful aphrodisiac.

She was promised five men and now she waited for the last man to approach. This one was supposed to be gifted—VERY gifted. Hillary had been with porn stars before, men who made a living because they had cocks in the 95th percentile. She loved well-endowed men, and felt no shame about proclaiming herself a size queen. She loved average-sized penises too, but there was something about a man with a big, thick, heavy, veiny, swingin’ dick.

The door finally opened and closed. She barely heard the man approach, and wasn’t sure he was before her until he felt his hands caress her ankles. His touch was gentle, almost tentative. He ran his hands up and down her left leg, slowly, as if he was savoring the moment. He did the same to her right leg, from her calf up to her thigh, but not too close to her pussy.

It felt good. And as much as Hillary wanted to experience this ballyhooed cock, she enjoyed his patience. “That feels nice,” she said.

There was no reply. He kept caressing her legs, and then he took her left foot in his hands and massaged it. Gently. That felt good too, and judging from the spread of his fingers he had very large hands. “Big hands, big cock,” she thought to herself as his thumbs circled her instep.

When he took her big toe into his mouth she gasped, so surprising was it. He sucked on her toe while still rubbing her feet and Hillary luxuriated in the sensation. His tongue ridged the line between all her toes and then he took them all in his warm mouth, his tongue slithering in and out between each.

“Oh my,” she said. “I like that.”

The man said nothing, but then his mouth was full. He drew his mouth away and then repeated the process on her right foot, massaging her sole and sucking her toes and Hillary just lay back and enjoyed the attention.

But as much as she liked his tongue on her toes, what she craved was his cock in her pussy. So when his sucking mouth withdrew Hillary braced herself, waiting to feel him between her legs.

And then there he was, his thighs touching hers, and she felt something hard and hot rubbing her pussy. He slid his cockhead up and down her labia, slowly, almost teasingly, anointing himself with her wetness. He swabbed his glans up and down, up and down, back and forth.

Hillary sat up on her elbow and inched her hips forward. She wanted him. She wanted him BADLY. His patience was arousing at first, but now it was maddening. “Fuck me,” she said. “I want you to fuck me.”

He did not respond. Instead he changed his angle and slid the full length of his cock between her slick labia, again with his infuriating patience. His head was right at her opening, and then he moved up instead of forward, his dick gliding between her outer lips.

He did this two, three, four times. Slowly. In control. And from this frustrating friction Hillary was able to deduce something about his size. From how long it took for his full shaft to traverse her slot, he was very long. And from how tightly her labia gripped his stick, he was very thick.

And his cockhead, pressing against her sex, seemed impossibly huge.

Hillary grabbed the metal bar and pushed herself forward. “Please,” she said. “Please. I want your cock. I want your big dick inside me. Please.”

No response, no change in the angle of his cock. Sweat broke out between her huge breasts as he tantalized and tortured her. She couldn’t believe his patience. He’d been waiting to fuck her for days, abstained from ejaculating, heard her getting fucked by four other men, and now, when he was alone with her, when her luscious pussy was his for the taking, when he approached her with a huge, rock-hard cock…he waited.

There was another endless minute of him gently rubbing his cock on her pussy, another minute of frantic need between her legs. “Oh, baby, what you’re doing to me…” she moaned.

Then he pulled away and the huge head of his penis was pressed against her hole. “Yes,” she moaned again, as he seemed prepared to thrust himself home. But he didn’t. He pressed against her opening, and Hillary felt herself open to him. But not quite enough. He eased back, and then pressed again. Again her inner lips blossomed…but not all the way.

He did this for nearly a minute, his cockhead burrowing deeper and deeper, but only by millimeters. Every time he did so Hillary caught her breath. It wasn’t that it hurt…but it did hurt. But it was a GOOD hurt, and she wasn’t afraid of it. His cock was going to challenge her. He might be the biggest man she’d ever had. She’d been tested by other massive men, but always welcomed them inside her.

She would do the same with this stud.

He moved one more time inside her, and then he pulled back and Hillary sat almost straight up, afraid that he was abandoning his efforts. “You’ll make it in,” she said, breathless.

Then the curtain moved away, and his hand appeared. His very large and open hand. As if he wanted something from her.

For a moment she was confused. Then she looked at the table and saw the lube. Her hands shaking, she picked it up and put it in his palm. His hand withdrew and she heard the cap crack open.

She tried to deduce what this man was like from his hand and forearm. His hand was indeed remarkable in size, and his forearm was thick, with sparse dark hair. No tattoos or anything else to identify him. The skin was smooth, and for some reason it made her think it was a younger man. She…

Her train of thought was interrupted by a most welcome pressure between her legs. The pressure grew and then…and then his slick cock eased inside her and it was like fireworks going off before her eyes.
“UHHHHH!!” she groaned as he penetrated her. “That’s…that’s big! That’s so BIG!”

He eased back, slowly, then his huge cock burrowed deeper inside her, eliciting another moan of ecstasy and alarm. “Oh, FUCK!,” Hillary half-screamed. “Oh…oh WOW.”

She grabbed onto the black metal bar and steeled herself for what was to come. The man was blessedly patient, his well-lubed penis probing her deeper, and deeper, with every gentle but insistent thrust. “OH!” she winced as he stretched her out, but while he slowly pulled back, he quickly thrust even deeper inside her quivering pussy. Deeper, and deeper, and deeper.

It was heaven. It was torture. She wanted him to fuck her but was afraid that he was too big even for her experienced pussy. He was moving slowly, in and out, but she had the sensation that he wasn’t giving her his full length, that there was more of him, once she…

Once she relaxed. And opened herself to him. She took a deep breath and lay back on the padded table. He wasn’t going to hurt her. He wasn’t going to fuck her so hard that it was uncomfortable. He was taking it slow, giving her time to adjust to him, to accommodate a penis of truly remarkable size.

Her concerns ebbed away, replaced by a rising lust. “Oh, you feel so good,” she said. “You feel so good inside me.” His pace increased, but only slightly, and the delicious friction sent tremors up and down her spine.
His movements became a little bit faster, a little deep deeper. With just a bit more energy behind it. After a minute of his tender but escalating thrusting he was fucking Hillary with smooth, liquid motions, her pussy warm and wet and loose, his huge cock gliding in and out where before it was denied easy entrance.

It was heaven. His cock was heaven. The way he fucked her was heaven. His huge hands were on her hips and his penis throbbed with lust for her and he patiently nailed her by withdrawing his massive organ until just the tip of his huge head was still inside her, then he serenely drove eight inches his rock-hard shaft inside her velvety tunnel, over and over, over and over, OVER AND OVER, sending every nerve ending between her legs afire.

She had an orgasm and laughed because she knew it was just the prologue, just her body’s way of telling her that she was having intercourse with an absolute stud and this was how she was supposed to react to a man like this coupling with her. Her climax was quick and shallow, one powerful wave of intense pleasure that made her toes curl and her pussy very, very, very wet.

The man kept drilling her, faster now but not fast, and the sounds of his slick cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy filled the room. “You’re amazing,” she said between rapid breaths. “I’ll never forget how good you fucked me. This is SO GOOD.”

If the man heard her he gave no sign, other than he released his grip under her left knee and draped her leg over his shoulder. She felt his thumb playing with her clit and thirty seconds later that terrible tension began building between her legs, a bowstring within her body pulling ever tighter, and she knew this orgasm would be intense, she knew this man was going to make her scream and…

“Oh, oh, oh baby, yes, oh baby, oh yes,” she babbled, “You…you’re gonna make me…uhhhHHHH! Yes, YES! OH FUCK! I’M…I’M CUM…I’M CUMMING AGAIN!!! YES, OH BABY, YES!!!!”

Tears ran down her face as the pleasure tore her asunder and she opened her mouth and loud inchoate shrieks echoed off the walls of the tiny room. She was sure everyone in the store could hear her, maybe even the people driving by. She didn’t care. All she cared about was surrendering her body to the ecstasy this mystery man and his beautiful penis were inflicting upon her receptive body.

“OHhhh…ohhh…baby…ummmmm…oh,” Hillary mumbled as her titanic climax ebbed away. The man on the other side of the wall slowed his pace, he buried his thick frank in her pussy and for a moment she feared he was going to stop, stop and pull out before she felt him erupt inside her.

It was a thought she couldn’t bear.

“Cum in me,” she said, softly. “Please. Cum. Please cum in my pussy. Please. I need to feel you cum. I need you to cum. Inside me. Please.”

He began thrusting again, in the same mind-melting way, all the way out, all the way in. “Fuck me as hard as you want. I want you to fuck me hard. I want all of your power. I want to feel it. I want to know what it feels like when you lose control. And I want you to lose control inside me. Inside my pu…ohhhhh.”

She couldn’t finish her last sentence because the man hoisted her legs in the air and she felt him drape her knees over his shoulders. Her ass was in the air and his fingers dug into her hips and she knew, she knew, that he was about to show her what he was truly capable of. Again she seized the heavy metal bar and gritted her teeth, waiting for the onslaught.

He drove himself deep inside Hillary’s pussy and rocked her hips back, then sharply thrust forward again. Gone was the patient in-out of before, now he moved with more force, more speed. Her breath caught as he ruthlessly drilled her with his big dick, fucking her hard and fast, the enormous head deep inside her, his thick shaft straining against her snugness.

“Oh yeah,” she said, licking her lips. “There you go. There you go. Fuck me. Fuck me with that beautiful cock. Yeah…that’s right, GO! Go harder! Faster!”

Like her other lovers that night, he obeyed. The wooden wall shook and shimmied as he plowed her, the muscles in her arms ached as he pushed and pulled her ass back and forth. He felt so good, so strong, and she felt a sudden need to show her own strength, to show him that should could turn the tables and make him lose control.

“Cum,” she cooed as he fucked her like a machine. “I know you want to, I know you need to. You’ve been dreaming about it. Cum. Cum in my pussy. Cum inside me.”

There was no reaction from the other side of the wooden wall, just the same indefatigable cock pounding her irresistible pussy. “I want to feel it,” she said, and when he somehow started fucking her HARDER she did her best to control her voice. “I want to feel you cum. Please. I want you to pump your seed inside me, I want you feel you hard and throbbing when you EXPLODE inside me.”

And then, for the first time, a sign of weakness from the other side of the wall. A strangled breath, a moan, a lion clearing his throat before shaking the jungle with a terrifying roar. “Hrrrr,” he growled, and the walls of the reverse gloryhole began shaking with the force of their vigorous fucking. He pounded her and she used the purchase from the metal bar to push herself against him and her restrained ankles levered against the frame and for a moment it felt like their passion might destroy the whole structure.

But whoever built it must have known the strain of two bodies lost in animal lust. The wall held, but not Hillary’s self-control. She came, again, locks of her light blonde hair falling over her face as the man on the other side ragdolled her into complete sexual capitulation. Her orgasm was glorious and she quietly moaned in complete subjugation to his cock as he somehow fucked her with even more ferocity.

“Ohhhhhh…oh God…oh God…” Hillary whimpered as she climaxed for the third time with this demigod, uncontrollable spasms making her arms and legs twitch and tremble. “Uhhh…uhh…uhhh…” she babbled, and when she was finally able for form words all she was able to mumble is. “I love your cock…your cock…your cock…please…cum inside me…”

For a moment she wondered if he would cum. Or if he would stop, pull out, and not give her what she wanted more than anything in the world right now—his surrender to her magic of her wet, warm, luscious pussy. She wanted him to lose control the way she had, lose control of his essence and pour his seed inside her. She wanted that more than anything.

And then…and then…his rhythm faltered. She heard him exhale with a loud, “Hrrrrr,” and then he started thrusting faster and faster and her legs were trembling again, but she realized that it was his hands that were trembling, unable to hold her steady as…as…

“Mmmm…MMM,” she heard him groan from the other side of the wall. It sounded like he was trying not to make a sound but she knew just how hard that could be when you’re lost in the throes of a titanic orgasm.

“Ahhh…AHHH…AHHH!!!” he moaned, and then she heard his breathing, sharp and fast, and there was the barest hint of a whimper in his voice as he said, “Ohhh…ohh…OHHH!!! MMMM!!! UHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!”

His voice rose in volume as it dropped in pitch and she knew she’d won, he was about to cum and she was so happy tears formed in the corner of her eyes. “YES!” she screamed in triumph, “YES! CUM INSIDE ME! GIVE ME YOUR HUGE LOAD! YES, PUMP YOUR CUM INSIDE MY PUSSY!! GIVE ME YOUR CUM! SHOOT IT ALL INSIDE ME. SOAK ME!! GIVE ME ALL OF YOUR CUM!!!”

When he ejaculated it took her breath away, she could FEEL his semen spraying deep inside her pussy. “RRRRRRAAAA!!!!” he roared as he came. He lifted her hips so high in the air that Hillary was resting only on her shoulders, and he pulled back and then drove his spurting cock until he was balls-deep inside her and his hot seed pulsed in molten jets that filled her with an overwhelming warmth and joy.

“Uhhh…uhh…ohhh,” he groaned in that perfect combination of ecstasy and agony that comes with orgasm. He wanted to keep fucking her, and he did keep thrusting his cock in and out of her sopping wet pussy, but eventually, eventually, his huge cock stopped throbbing and trembling inside her. The endless flow of his thick semen ebbed away. He slowly lowered her hips until her ass again rested on the massage table.

He was done. They were done. It was one of the most remarkable sexual experiences of Hillary’s very, very adventuresome life. She would never forget this moment. She would never forget this cock. She would never forget this man.

Even though she didn’t know who he was.

She thought about asking his name. Demanding it. Demanding he become her lover. But those weren’t the rules of this game. She’d agreed to use the reverse glory hole because she didn’t want to know who was fucking her. Now she’d had one of the greatest fucks of her life, and she didn’t know who this sexual superman was.

He was still breathing hard, and perhaps he was as shattered as she was. He took a deep breath and then he slowly, slowly, eased his magnificent penis from her loving sheath. When he slipped out he let out a sharp, “Aaaaah,” and Hillary could not keep herself from sobbing, “Oh, no, ohhhh, baby.”

There were so many things she wanted to say. But she couldn’t. And she didn’t.

The man caressed her thighs again, his touch gentle and loving. Then he kissed her toes again, and she heard him walk away. He passed through the door, and was gone. Hillary took a deep breath, then another, steeling herself to keep from bursting into tears.

The door opened again and she heard someone walk up to her. “That sounded…extraordinary,” Jerrika said.

“It was,” Hillary said, her voice trembling.

“Shh,” the owner said, and Hillary felt fingertips slide up her thighs, and then a tongue between her legs. “Your pussy is a mess, just covered in this thick white froth,” The tongue wriggled between her labia.

“Delicious…”

Jerrika’s tongue circled her opening, and then slithered inside. Her friend’s tongue thrust deeper and deeper inside her, scraping against her pulsating tunnel.

“My God, his cum is so THICK,” she said. Jerrika licked up and down her slit. “And there’s so much of it…”

Hillary lay back and relaxed as her friend ate her out. She knew enough not to go after her overstimulated clit, and after a minute or two Jerrika rose and said, “I’m sure your husband will want to see some of the mess these men made of your pussy.”

“Yes, he will,” she sighed, and felt her ankles slip free of the restraints. She used the metal bar to push herself back and swung her legs to the floor. Jerrika came around to her side of the partition and offered a hand. “Can you stand?”

Hillary tested the strength of her legs and laughed. “Yes. I’m not so sure that I can walk.”

“You’ll be sore tomorrow,” Jerrika said. “I know I was after I had sex with that…with the last man you fucked.”

“He was incredible,” Hillary said dreamily. “I have to know who he is.”

The owner shook her head. “I’m sorry, he asked to remain anonymous. Though…”

“What?”

Her friend grinned. “Don’t worry, from the expression on his face when he staggered out of here, I think he wants to see you again too.” Jerrika looked like she was going to say more, something revealing, but instead she bit her lip and said, “Maybe sooner than later…”

“What does that mean,” Hillary said, breathless as a teenager who learned her crush thinks she pretty.

Jerrika waved a hand. “I’ve said too much. You wanted anonymous sex, you’ve had it. But…you rocked his world, girl.”

That news made Hillary feel very, very good. He’d enjoyed having sex with her, maybe even as much as she enjoyed him. “Let’s reunite you with your husband,” her friend said.

They left the reverse gloryhole room and Hillary walked into the store to the loud applause of everyone there. “You go girl!” one woman shouted, “You broke all those boys with that pussy of yours!”

She chatted with a few people she knew, exchanged kisses and caresses with three former lovers, and then she made a sign to her husband that she was ready to go. He took her by the hand and they said their goodbyes before walking back to their car.

“Did you enjoy it as much as it sounded you did?” her husband asked.

“More. The third man who fucked me was terrific. But the last one…”

“We could hear, you were shrieking like I’ve never heard before.”

She squeezed his arm and kissed him on the cheek. “You’ve made me scream like that before.”

He shook his head. “Oh, I’ve made you scream, but, ah, not like that.”

Her husband held the door and she sat heavily on the passenger seat. Once her husband started the car she said, “You didn’t see who the last man was, did you?”

He shook his head. “No, they all stayed in the back. And I think they all left before you came back out.” He squeezed her hand. “Sorry, darling.”

She returned the squeeze. “That’s OK.” She rested her head on his shoulder. “I love you.”

Her husband smiled. “I love you too.”

***

In the two weeks following her earth-shattering experience in the reverse gloryhole not a day went by without Hillary thinking about the last man she enjoyed that night. When she and her husband had sex he fucked her doggy style, letting her fantasize about her mystery lover while he happily nailed his beautiful wife.

One day after work she felt restless and went for a walk around the neighborhood. She walked up the street and was heading back when she heard odd music in the air. She kept going down the road and recognized a sound from her childhood—an ice cream truck. She grinned and raced back to her house, grabbing a five-dollar bill then heading down the street, almost skipping. Just like when she was a little girl.

The truck had, unfortunately, stopped right in front of Karen’s house. Not that Hillary cared about her bitchy neighbor, but it threatened to kill her giddy vibe. But as she got closer she didn’t see Karen. Instead she saw a tall, broad-shouldered young man with thick black hair, surrounded by a half-dozen little kids.

“OK, OK!” he said as the kids swarmed around him. “I promised I’d get you ice cream if you all played nice today, and I’ll keep my promise!” As she approached he seemed to sense someone behind him, and when he turned and saw Hillary his smile vanished and he looked like someone had hit him in the face with a frying pan.

But only for a moment. He got a hold of himself and that smile returned. “Why don’t you go ahead and order first, I’ll be awhile getting treats for these little monsters.”

Hillary swallowed hard and managed a smile of her own. He was gorgeous, tall and handsome and fit and almost instinctively she looked at his groin. He wore black jogging shorts and through the thin material she could see a bulge.

A big bulge.

“Are you sure?” she said.

“Oh yes,” he answered. And then his smile changed a bit and he added, “…Mrs. Englewood.”

She flushed as he said her name. He knew her? How? And then it hit her—this must be Karen’s son. The one who found her website. The young man she was forbidden to speak to.

And he was delicious.

Hillary ordered and then she said, “I don’t think we’ve met before.”

She expected him to say “we haven’t”, but he didn’t. He said, “We haven’t been formerly introduced. I’m Brady,” he said. He extended a hand, and she took it. When their skin touched there was an instant electric connection, her lips parted and her nipples stiffened and she got very warm between her legs.

She couldn’t help herself and looked between his legs. And what before had been a bulge was now a massive, jutting, obscene rod pointing right at her.

Hillary slowly licked her lips and said, “You know who I am.”

“Yes.”

“You know…what I do.”

“Yes.”

“Your mother came to see me. She said you’d found my website.”

“I did.”

The ice cream man handed Hillary her cone. She dropped the change in the tip jar and Brady quickly ordered for the children Hillary had completely forgotten about. When he was done she said, “Your mother forbade me from speaking to you.”

“I know about that. I’m sorry. My mother is…” he shrugged. “She’s a mother. She thinks she can control me. And she’s learning that she can’t.”

Hillary licked the edge of her ice cream cone. “I don’t want to go against your mother’s wishes. Maybe it’s best that I go home…”

Of course she wasn’t going to do that, especially as her feet felt encased in cement. He kept his back to the kids and did nothing to hide his huge erection. “You know, I said we haven’t been formerly introduced. But,” he lowered his voice, “we’ve met.”

“When was that?”

His smile disappeared. His face was an odd combination of nervousness and borderline arrogance. “I think you know. Just…take a moment.”

She did, but couldn’t remember meeting this gorgeous young man. And she WOULD have remembered. She wouldn’t be able to sleep if she’d met him and known this absolute stud with a huge cock lived just down the street from her…

A stud.

With a huge cock.

A young man. Stepping out from under the thumb of his oppressive mother.

A young man she’d met. But not formerly introduced.

He gazed at her beautiful face as she pieced it all together. “Yes,” he said, and then, his eyes boring into hers, “YES.”

She put her hand to her throat. She forgot to breathe for a few seconds and then had to gasp for air. It was him. The fifth anonymous man. Anonymous no more.

It was all she could do not to throw her arms around his neck and kiss him, and then yank his shorts down and take his beautiful cock in her mouth. “Oh, God.” She licked her ice cream to give her tongue something to do. “How…how did you end up there?”

“A few weeks ago I went to Jerrika’s store to buy some gag gifts,” he said. “I saw they had XXL condoms and I bought some. She asked who I was getting them for and I said, myself. She laughed and said she didn’t believe me, and if I wanted them I’d need to prove it. So she took me back to her office, and…”

“You provided her with the evidence,” Hillary, staring at his groin.

“I did.”

“And then, knowing Jerrica, she fucked you.”

He nodded in slow motion. “Yes, she did. She gave me a blowjob first, then we did it on her desk.” He shook his head, almost in disbelief at his own story. He shrugged and said, “That was…unexpected. To say the least.”

“But enjoyable.”

He nodded. “Yes. Very.”

Hillary licked the edge of her ice cream cone and desperately wished she could lick something else. “She said you were extraordinary.”

“She is too.” He looked at Hillary adoringly. “But you…you were something more than extraordinary.”

“We were,” she corrected. “We were, together.”

He nodded. “I was very happy when Jerrika invited me to break in the reverse gloryhole. I love to fuck,” he said, his eyes boring into hers. “Then she told me that you were the guest of honor and I…” he shook his head. “I couldn’t believe how lucky I was.”

“I thought I’d never find out who you are.”

“Please, believe me, I always planned to see you again.” His eyes narrowed. “And do more than just see you.”

The kids’ ice cream was ready and Brady took them and handed them out, each of them screaming and laughing their thanks. “Shoot baskets with us!” one boy said.

“OK, OK,” he said. She saw that his hard-on had mostly subsided and admired his self-control. Though when he turned back to face her the front of his shorts seemed to rise like a balloon. “My parents will be out tomorrow night. May I come see you?”

“Oh yes, please.”

He arched one eyebrow. “You husband won’t mind?”

“No. And I’ll ask him to step out for the evening.”

He nodded. “I’d like that. I want you, alone. I want you in your bed.” The way he looked at her, fierce but utterly devoted. “I want to make love to you. I want to show you exactly how much I adore you.”

Hillary thought she might faint. “What time will you be over?”

“My parents leave at 7. I’ll be at your front door at 7:01.”

She licked her cone and said, “I’ll be waiting for you.”

“Nude, I hope.”

“Oh, yes, darling.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow. Mrs. Englewood.”

He turned and left her standing there, ice cream cone in her nerveless hand. Other people got their treats and Brady walked off to play with the neighborhood kids. She managed to turn herself around and walked stiff-legged back to her house.

When she walked through the door her husband was picking through the mail. “Hi, babe,” he said. “Ooh, ice cream. Can I have a lick?”

She offered it to him and he extended his tongue, laughing. He stopped laughing as she surrendered the cone and sank to her knees. She unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and as she gently pulled down his briefs and wrapped her fingers around his rapidly-swelling shaft, he said, “Oh my. Baby. What did I do to deserve this?”

She looked up at her loving husband. “I have plans tomorrow. Very, very big plans.”

He took a deep breath as her lips approached his penis. “What plans?”

“I’ll tell you all about them. After I do this.” She took her husband in her mouth, loving him with her lips, tongue, and fingers, feeling so happy and lucky to be Mrs. Englewood.