Gloryhole Mommy

“Bull shit,” I called Ralph out. He was usually full of
shit. If ten percent of what came out of his mouth was
the truth that was a very good day.

“Seriously,” he said, more animated than usual.

“You’re telling me that you got a blow job at lunch time
at the adult store?” I asked, still not remotely
believing it.

“And she swallowed every drop,” he continued.

“How do you know it was a girl?” Joey asked.

I laughed, “Yeah Ralph, you probably just became a
homo.”

“No, no, it was definitely a girl,” Ralph countered,
although the look on his face made it clear he wasn’t so
sure.

Joey laughed out loud, “Ralph got blown by a dude.”

Ralph protested, trying to remain cool, even though it
was obvious he had no idea, “No way, man, those lips
were all woman.”

“This based on your years of experience getting head,” I
quipped sarcastically.

“As if you should talk,” Ralph countered back, which was
a good point. I was a virgin. We were all virgins,
although according to Ralph’s many stories he got more
pussy than Cody Watkins, our star quarterback and
resident douche bag.

I shrugged, “I’m not the one making up the story.”

“Let’s go back tomorrow,” Ralph said, “Old man Garrard
said she is there every lunch hour.”

Joey roared, “Could you imagine old man Garrard getting
head.”

“Fuck,” I said shaking my head, “That is disgusting.”
Old man Garrard was in his eighties, and owned the adult
shop just a couple of blocks from the school. He also
wasn’t remotely a stickler to the whole age issue. So
nerds like us had been there on many occasions to buy
adult magazines and, on occasion, go into those booths
and watch porn flicks.

Being 1985, this was the only way to watch porn, unless
you counted the scrambled channel shit… which, of
course, we had watched many times on weekends straining
our eyes trying to see a tit or nipple. (We were all too
scared to rent porn on VHS… although we kept talking
about it).

Joey agreed, “I’m in. Making Ralph eat crow is always
fun to watch.”

“I have my biology make-up test tomorrow at lunch,” I
said, which gave me a good excuse to not have to go. I
had missed last week’s test because I was at a chess
tournament. Yep, I was a nerd.

Joey joked, “I’ll do the intel for you.”

“Yes, please find out his name,” I joked back.

“Fuck both of you,” Ralph snapped.

“Shit, he turned gay already,” Joey said, “wanting to
fuck us.”

“Ralph, no is no,” I joked, quoting some terrible film
strip we had watched last week about keeping your
virginity until marriage.

“God, you guys are assholes,” Ralph said, shaking his
head.

***

The next day, I took my test while Ralph and Joey went
to the adult shop. I was a few minutes late for class as
it took me forever to finish the test, so I couldn’t ask
either of them about their trip although the smug look
on Ralph’s face when I entered English class told me
everything.

I handed Mrs. Appleton the late slip, apologized and
walked to my desk, where Joey just gave a knowing nod.

I couldn’t believe it. Ralph wasn’t lying. Even more
significantly, they both likely got blow jobs, meaning I
was the last one standing in terms of sexual experience.
We were all virgins, but now I was the only one who
hadn’t had a blow job.

I was instantly jealous and instantly annoyed that I
hadn’t gone along.

I barely listened to the half hour discussion on Death
of a Salesman and the many symbols that were rampant
through the story as I pondered tomorrow and the
possibility of getting my first ever blow job.

Instead, I replayed in my head a movie I had just seen
in theatres… The Sure Thing. Every guy wants a sure
thing, and I wondered if this was mine. The reality was
that because I was incredibly smart, had some acne, and
wore clothes that were out of style, I didn’t fit in and
sure didn’t get the attention of the ladies. So, the
closest I came to any sort of sex was with my left hand
usually 3 or 4 times a day.

When class was done, Ralph walked over and smirked, “You
missed out on heaven, Melvin.” Also, my parents named me
Melvin which wasn’t even remotely a cool name.

“So it’s a chick?” I asked, turning to Joey.

“Undeniably,” Joey nodded.

“Did you?” I asked, even though the question was stupid.

“Oh yeah,” he nodded, with a confidence I had never seen
in him before.

“She swallowed every drop,” Ralph added.

“I can’t believe it,” I said, shaking my head. This only
happened in the porn movies, not in our small town of
14,000.

“Believe it,” Joey nodded, “she’s the real deal.”

“Want to come tomorrow?” Ralph asked.

“I don’t know,” I said. Of course, I wanted to. Yet, the
idea of my first time being some anonymous stranger
wasn’t really a great story to eventually tell the k**s.

“Well, we’re going,” Ralph said, “I can’t imagine
fucking someone feeling any better than getting a blow
job.”

Joey, who never agreed with Ralph, nodded, “Melvin, you
have got to try it. I can’t even begin to explain how
amazing it felt.”

“Fine, I’ll go,” I nodded, feeling better about making
the decision if I was being peer pressured for some
reason… although truthfully I was generally the leader
of this small group.

“You won’t regret it,” Ralph promised.

I jerked off that night, thinking of finally getting a
blow job. Not surprisingly, I shot my load pretty quick.

***

Next day at lunch, we walked to the adult store, Ralph
talking like he was an expert after two blow jobs.

“She doesn’t say anything,” he explained, “just slide it
in the hole. She will suck you, and swallow it all.”

“She doesn’t say a word?” I asked, instantly wondering
how they knew she was a girl then.

“No,” Ralph said, “when we asked her to prove she was a
female she put her breast and nipple through the hole.”

“No way!” I exclaimed, having never seen a girl’s nipple
or breast in real life.

“Oh yeah, I offered to suck on her nipple, but she moved
it away, unfortunately,” Ralph explained.

Joey added, “It looked like she has some huge tits.”

“Crazy,” I said, still unable to fathom all they were
saying. It just seemed too good to be true.

“Wait until she is bobbing on your dick,” Ralph
promised, “that is crazy.”

Joey said. “You can go first, Melvin.”

“Thanks,” I said, my head no longer really in the
conversation as I could see the adult store in view.

Reaching the store a couple of minutes later, we walked
in and Ralph asked, “Is she here?”

Old man Garrard nodded in the affirmative and then saw
me. His eyes went wide, a strange look of shock on his
face. Yet, I was so nervous that I didn’t really think
much about it as Ralph guided me down the hallway.

Ralph said, “She is always in room four.”

I walked to the door, took a deep breath and went into
the room. I put a quarter in the slot and a porno began.

I was suddenly full of indecision. Again, I was dying to
get a blow job, but it felt so strange to get it from a
complete stranger.

Yet, when I saw a feminine finger wiggle in the hole I
decided what the hell, this was too good to refuse. I
unbuckled my pants, tugged down my boxers and moved to
the hole. After a deep breath, I pushed my cock through
the hole.

“Wow!” A voice whispered on the other side, which made a
chill go up my spine. There really was a woman on the
other side of this wall.

I then groaned, as a mouth wrapped around my cock. You
can imagine it, you can dream about it, but you can’t
remotely fathom just how good a mouth feels around your
cock until it happens.

That moment changed everything.

My hand would never again be good enough.

The woman bobbed back and forth on my cock slowly and I
closed my eyes and imagined it was Becka, the hot
cheerleader who didn’t know I existed.

Unfortunately, the intense feeling of pleasure was too
much and in less than a minute I groaned, warning the
stranger, talking in a deep voice to hide my identity,
“I’m about to come.”

This led to her bobbing faster and, seconds later, my
coming in her mouth. The intensity of the orgasm, the
brief feeling of euphoria, was like nothing I had ever
experienced.

She swallowed every last drop, and I was in love with a
mouth.

When she took her mouth off my cock, I reluctantly
pulled it out of the glory hole (which in retrospect is
a perfect name…I was in my glory). I was pulling my
pants up when I saw a piece of paper being held by her
fingers in the hole.

I grabbed it and read it:

8:30, same place, same time.

This time to fuck me!!!

Yes or no?

I read it a dozen times, in awe of what it said. I
didn’t have a pen to circle yes or no, so I said, with
the same deep voice, “I’ll be here.”

“Great,” was all she said, in a French accent, which
made everything even hotter.

I put the note in my pocket, deciding immediately this
wasn’t information my friends needed to know.

I walked out curious if she would be walking out too.
Yet, all I saw were my boys and remembered they, too,
were waiting for a blow job.

“So?” Joey asked.

“Wow!” Was all I could muster, based on both the blow
job and the secret invite I had been offered.

“My turn,” Joey declared, walking in.

Oddly, I felt a twinge of jealousy hit me, as if she was
my girl. Strange, but true.

Ralph said, “Told you so.”

“Yep,” I nodded, the whole experience rather surreal.

“Doesn’t she have a great mouth?” Ralph asked.

“Based on my one time, she is the best ever,” I joked.

“She’s such a cum slut,” Ralph continued, “I’d love to
see what she looks like.”

I too wanted to know that, but instead cautioned, “Be
careful what you wish for. Maybe she’s incredibly ugly
and the only way to get dick is to hide her looks.” I
prayed that wasn’t true, my image of her started as a
cheerleader, but now I imagined it was a teacher, or
Ralph’s hot mom.

“Well, I’d sure like to fuck her,” he continued.

I thought to myself that in just over eight hours I may
very well be doing exactly that, yet I said, “Just enjoy
the free blow jobs while they last.”

“Oh God, I never thought that this may end,” Ralph said,
a mortified look spread across his face.

I laughed, “All good things do come to an end.”

“Yes, I learned that when V got cancelled,” he said.

Just then, Joey came out and I wondered if I was that
quick. Probably.

“My turn,” Ralph said, acting cocky, “Always save the
best for last.”

“Best bull-shitter,” I quipped.

“Best acne,” Joey added.

“Assholes,” he said, going into the room.

Joey said, “Let’s leave him here.”

“Sure,” I nodded, something we often did to him when we
went places. It was an asshole thing to do, but we
thought it was funny.

As we headed back, I noticed that my mom’s blue Chevette
was across the street at the grocery store. I
immediately ducked my head as if Mom was right there and
could see me walking out of an adult store.

Joey asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Just don’t want anyone I know seeing me walk out of an
adult store at lunch,” I said, which was true.

“Good call,” he nodded. “Imagine if someone saw us and
told our moms?”

I glanced back to the car as I wondered why Mom would be
getting groceries here instead of the local store down
the block from our house.

That night, I showered, twice, the second time after I
jerked off fantasizing about tonight.

Around eight I went to ask Mom, “Can I borrow the car
for a bit? I’m supposed to go and help Ralph study.”

“Sorry, honey,” she answered, oddly dressed in a
sundress for this time of night (she always wore
dresses, her soul stuck in the 1950s housewife concept).
“I’m going out for a bit.”

“Where?” I asked, Mom not one to go out at night without
Dad, who was out of town all week.

“Um, I, um, to June’s,” she answered, seeming bewildered
by the question.

Her answer was odd, as if she was lying to me. But I
shrugged it off, not thinking much of it.

Once she left, I grabbed my bike, which I almost never
used, and began biking as fast as I could suddenly
worried I would be late.

I got there sweating a little, with only a couple
minutes to spare. The room I was supposed to go in was
occupied, as was the one she should be in. I was praying
she hadn’t found someone else, that she was just giving
this guy a blow job.

About three minutes later, but what seemed like an
eternity, the door of the room I was supposed to be in
opened. A man in his sixties, at least, came out,
lowered his head when he saw me and walked away.

I quickly went into the room and locked the door.

I move to the hole, pulled down my pants and put my
already fully hard cock in the hole.

“It’s you,” she said, her voice sounding excited and
sexy as hell in her French accent.

I replied, using my deep voice, “I wouldn’t miss this
for the world.”

“Me either,” she purred, as I felt her mouth go on my
cock.

Like last time, it felt amazing and I was super thankful
I had jerked off an hour before coming here or I would
have been done in seconds, like last time.

After less than a minute, she asked, “Can I fuck your
big dick?”

“God, yes,” I agreed, words I had fantasized being said
to me forever, but when you’re a geek the girls don’t
look past your average looks to see what’s underneath.

“I have been fantasizing about this all day,” she said.

“Me too,” I replied, in even more awe at the reality she
was fantasizing about me.

“I’ve never done this before,” she said.

I was curious if she meant she was a virgin, yet that
seemed unlikely; she in all logic meant she had never
fucked a guy through a gloryhole. I added, and then
instantly wished I hadn’t said it, “I’ve never done it
at all.”

“You’re a virgin?” She asked.

“Yes,” I admitted, my cock dying for attention.

“How old are you?” She asked, her tone suddenly sounding
concerned.

“Eighteen,” I answered truthfully.

“Thank God,” she said, a sigh of relief coming from the
other side of the wall. “Are you sure this is how you
want to lose it?”

“Yes,” I nodded, even though she couldn’t see me.

“I’ve never had a virgin before,” she said, before
adding, “Actually you’ll be my first cock other than my
husband in years.”

I was flattered and conflicted, not wanting to be the
one to end a marriage; but maybe she was divorced.
Either way, as I considered this I felt my cock poke
something and then a moment later felt my cock become
engulfed with a warmth that was indescribable. I had
also just learned she was an older woman, which fit the
images of her I had created in my head.

“Ohhhhhh,” she moaned, as my cock filled her.

I was speechless as I felt her begin fucking herself on
my cock. The pleasure was too good for words and I just
stood there enjoying the pleasure this woman was giving
me.

“Oh so bigggggg!” she moaned, a couple of minutes into
the slow fucking.

Yet, I wanted to fuck her; I wanted to be in charge.
Taking a risk, I ordered, “Place your ass against the
wall.”

“Mmmmmmm, I like a man who takes charge,” she moaned,
obeying my request.

Ecstatic, I slid my cock and poked the side of her ass.

She laughed, “Sorry, hard to line up when I can’t see
that big dick of yours.”

Having her compliment my dick made me feel so confident
and I said, “I’d love to see your tits.”

“Do you want to suck on my nipples?” She questioned, her
voice so sultry, as I smiled knowing the guys didn’t get
this opportunity either.

“God, yes,” I answered, sounding like the naive virgin I
was. Besides my dad’s magazines hidden in his desk and
glimpses at those scrambled adult movies, I had never
seen a woman’s nipples.

She moved around and a moment later a nipple was in
view. “Go ahead, suck my nipple, sexy.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I dropped to my knees,
leaned forward and took her nipple in my mouth.

She moaned, “That’s it.”

I swirled my tongue around her hard nipple, I flicked
her nipple and then I bit it gently.

“Oh yes,” she moaned, “I love what you’re doing.”

After a minute she moved her other nipple to the hole
and I replicated the attention. Feeling confident, I
then said, “Back up, I want to see your breasts.”

“Okay,” she obeyed, her tone tentative.

I peeked through the hole. All I could see was her
breasts and the ends of her long blonde hair. I stared
in utter awe of the large breasts.

“Do you like?” She asked.

“I think I’ve died and gone to heaven,” I said, staring
at them.

“How about you fuck me with that big cock of yours
instead,” she purred, as she cupped her breasts.

“Great suggestion,” I nodded again, not that she could
tell. “Move your ass back against the wall.”

She quickly did, clearly as excited to get fucked as I
was to fuck her… which again made me feel very good
about myself… my track record with women my age an
epic fail.

I could see her inviting pussy and wondered if I could
lick it from this position. Curious what pussy tasted
like, I decided to try. I extended my tongue and licked
part of her lips.

“Ohhhhh, that’s not your dick,” she moaned, lifting her
leg up at an angle that gave me better access to her
cunt.

It tasted completely indescribable… sweet, yet
slightly… um… fishy. Yet, I loved it. I also loved
the moans coming from her as I awkwardly licked.

“Damn wall,” she moaned, after a couple of minutes, as I
was only able to do so much with the wall in the way.

I laughed, and tried to sway her, “Too bad we’re not in
the same room.”

“You bad boy,” she purred. “Now be an even badder boy
and shove that big cock of yours in my cunt.”

I had never heard a woman use the forbidden ‘c’ word
before, but it sounded so hot coming from her.

I stood up, aimed my cock at the hole and slid back into
her warm cunt. I groaned as I started fucking her.

“Oh yes, sexy, pound my cunt with your big cock,” she
moaned, her French accent still sounding so sexy.

And I did, wishing I could grab her hips and bury my
whole cock in her; wishing I could feel my balls and
body slamming into her; wishing I could see her facial
expressions…the ones that matched the moans.

“Harder,” she demanded, although impossible with the
wall in the way.

I groaned, “Damn wall.”

She moaned back in agreement, “Damn waaaaaall.”

I don’t know how long I fucked her, but her moans
continually got louder until she begged, “Don’t stop,
don’t stop.”

I had no intention of stopping, wanting to hear her
scream.

“Oh, oh, oh, aaaaaaaaah,” she screamed, “I’m
cominggggggg!”

I could feel excess wetness around my cock and knew I
wasn’t going to last much longer either. I groaned, a
few hard strokes later and warned, “I’m going to come.”

I wasn’t sure if she was going to let me come in her,
but that unknown was revealed when she moaned, “Fill my
cunt with your cum, stud.”

And I did.

Stream after stream spewed out my cock and into her
amazing cunt.

“Yesssss! Fill me with your cum,” she purred, somehow
tightening her cunt as if milking my cock of every drop
of cum.

When I finally slowed down, I was surprised when she
moved off my cock, and took it back in her mouth.

I groaned, in awe of this amazing woman.

When she finally took my cock out of her mouth, she
said, “I couldn’t let any of that sweet cum go to
waste.”

My eyes went wide as there was no accent this time, and
I immediately recognized the voice. I would recognize it
anywhere.

I froze in utter shock.

My mouth dropped open like in a Looney Tunes cartoon.

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