[MF] The Saga of Sally – Glory Holes and The Movies

(Welcome to the Saga of Sally! This is the story of my relationship with a girl called Sally. This is **Part 6**. I recommend you start from the [start](https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hsqikr/mf_the_saga_of_sally_cumstained_jeans/) – each piece will link you to next part at the end. However if you don’t want to start from part 1 (you’re missing out!) this should make sense to a new reader.

A brief reminder what Sally looks like (there’s a reference photo in the first part): she’s a pocket rocket, thick, redhead tomboyish girl, with an hourglass figure and the thickest ass this side of the Equator according to the Guinness Book of Records inside my head.)

I want to keep things fresh. I’m going to try something a little different. As opposed to the longer memories I’ve been retelling here I’m going to do two mini memories from our time at college. I hope you enjoy them.

**Glory Holes**

The first memory happened on a weeknight where I was studying in the evening at the library. If you’ve been to college you know the vibe. The library is open late. The librarians are working on their unpublished novels. The students are falling asleep in their seats staring at pages. I’m working on an important paper and I’m about to call it a night when my phone buzzes. There’s a single message from Sally. *come to [name of a campus block]*. It’s a weird message. That block is for a field that neither of us are studying in. I don’t think I’ve even been in that building before. I text her back: *why*. Nearly instantly I get a reply: *do as you’re told*. Ok then. I think we can all assume now that if Sally tells me to do something I’m going to do it. So I pack up my stuff and set out in the evening to the building she told me to go to. I walk in and it’s fucking deserted. The only reason it’s not locked is because technically there’s another hour before the last class will be finished – for the unlucky few with classes this late. I text Sally. *i’m here.*

Her reply earns a confused look: *men’s bathroom second floor fourth stall hurry.*

Now I’m a little worried about her and I basically sprint up the stairs to get to the bathroom. I walk inside and there’s no one there at first glance. As I count stalls I see that the fifth one is locked. I walk inside the fourth stall wondering what I’m going to find – it’s empty. Then my phone buzzes again. *please tell me that’s you* “Sally?” I say out loud. My phone buzzes again: *no talking get in stall lock door* I have no idea what is fucking happening now but again I do as I’m told. I lock the stall door behind me and then I turn around and nearly scream like a fucking scared girl. There is a hand waving at me through a hole in the stall wall. Once I’ve finished clenching to stop myself shitting myself I realize that the hand has on the same pink nail polish that Sally put on this morning. The hand disappears and I squat down to look through the hole – Sally is staring back at me. She’s fully dressed, and in full girly mode today with a frilly cardigan over her shirt and jeans. Sometimes she gets tired of the tomboy reputation. She’s got on make-up including the reddest lipstick I’ve seen on her. Her gorgeous red hair is already tied back into a bun – or blowjob style as we used to joke. As soon as she sees me looking she makes the gesture. You know the one. [The sucking cock gesture.](https://x.imagefapusercontent.com/u/lonefapper/5628953/335130296/BlowJob-Gesture-Girl-1.gif)

I don’t need a second invitation. I can hear her muffled laughter as I make quick work of my zipper and push down my pants and underwear, freeing my cock. I slip it through the hole in a second. I’m not even fully hard yet but Sally goes to work. It’s a strange feeling having your cock sucked but not being able to see it. I feel the engulf of her warm mouth, her lips pressing into my skin and my cock stiffens in her mouth, growing harder and longer on her tongue. She moans around my cock and the vibrations only make me harder. For the next five minutes I stand there motionless, my face against a bathroom stall wall as Sally bobs her up mouth up and down my cock. She always liked to mix things up – sometimes she’s fucking her mouth on my cock, taking me deep – sometimes she’s got only the tip in it gently sucking on it – sometimes she just licks the underside making me shiver. On one occasion her jaw must get tired because she pulls her mouth off me completely and wraps her hand around my cock, jerking it off for a while before taking me back inside her mouth.

I don’t know about gloryholes rules. I don’t tap on the stall wall. I just moan: “Sally I’m about to cum” – she moans around me, her lips sliding down deeper and I’m gone. Someone could kick down the stall door and I wouldn’t be able to stop my orgasm. I explode in Sally’s mouth, a load splashing against her tongue. When she pulls away I can hear, but not see, the sound of her swallowing. Fuck.

As we walk back to my car she tells me that one of her friends had heard about this and she knew we had to try it. However as soon as she got in the stall she was so terrified that someone else was going to come in and she started to panic until I’d arrived. My beautiful fucking idiot.

**The Movies**

My opinion of the Scorpion King movie is colored by what happened in the movies when Sally and I saw it. We were bored and decided to head to the theater to watch something. When we got there we had some slim pickings for the time – it was already late and we should have planned ahead. So we ended up in the Scorpion King. I think it had been out for a while by then and most people knew it wasn’t something you needed to see. There were maybe 6 people in the theater. We head to the back. We have no intention for any funny business but clearly my brain was one step ahead of me by sitting us at the back where no one could see us.

It’s only about 10 minutes in when I realize we’ve made a mistake. This is terrible. But we paid money to get in. I don’t want to leave. Sally is sitting next to me, occasionally looking at me to say *can you believe how bad this is*. I find myself staring at her. She’s wearing a dress tonight – I’m beginning to notice that our relationship is bringing out a girly side to her that we’re both enjoying to explore. It means I’m treated to some pale, naked bare leg in the dark cinema. I rest my hand on her thigh. She look at me but she doesn’t say anything. I slide my hand up. My fingers are now under her hem, gently drawing circles on her inner thigh. I stay like this for a while. My circles slowly get wider, getting closer to her panties. She spreads her legs for me. It’s some glorious undignified manspreading at this point. “Are you sure?” I whisper in her ear. She nods at me, biting her lip. Now I have a much higher opinion of the movie.

I start to touch her through her panties. I can feel the heat of her through the fabric. It’s intoxicating. My fingers trace the outlines of her folds, feeling her panties getting wetter with each trip. Sally’s face has already gone an incredible pink. She gripping the arm rests. She can’t spread her legs any wider – we’re fully dressed and it’s already obscene if anyone catches us – my hand up her dress. I remember it took a while to actually tug her panties off without trying to make a noise. There was a lot of shifting and wiggling around until finally they dropped onto the theater floor. As soon as they were off my hand disappeared back up her dress. Her sex was soaked. It was so hot as my finger gently pushes inside her. I smirk and curl my finger upward in a come hither motion and her whole body tenses, her hands gripping the seat harder. If anyone actually looked back we were fucked because the way I’m sitting to finger her is not a fucking natural movie sitting position. Dumb college kids right?

I’ve checked the Scorpion King’s run time and it must have been at least an hour we sat there, her panties on the floor, my hand up her dress, teasing her folds. No one else turned to look back at us. No one else picked up on her heavier breathing. Thank you for obnoxious theater surround sound. Throughout the hour my fingers move slowly – they drift from fingering her to teasing her folds to rubbing her clit. I should have came out of that theater with fucking tennis elbow or something. Sally came at least three times in that theater. Each time her butt lifted off the chair, her legs shaking as she bit down so hard on her bottom lip I was worried it was going to start bleeding. Each time my finger would rest on her clit after she came and I would ask: “do you want me to stop?” She shook her head every time so I would start moving my fingers again.

Guessing the film was about to end I pulled my hand from her dress after her third, fourth or fifth (I couldn’t tell anymore) orgasm and licked my fingers clean with a wink. Sally was slumped in her seat. We pretended to watch the end of the movie and I smirked at the way her legs were still shaking. I felt like a sex god. Then the movie ended, the lights came on, and I looked at Sally, red-faced and looking like she had run a marathon and she looked like she was about to cry. *Shit shit shit*. My heart fucking broke. I whispered: “are you okay?” and she whimpered, definitely almost crying now: “I don’t think I can walk.”

I realized then she wasn’t upset or in pain, she was just embarrassed at being caught, unable to walk back to the car and feeling very vulnerable in her post-orgasm glow. I scooped up her panties and pocketed them. I remember telling her everything was going to be okay and never feeling more genuine in my life. I fucking meant it. I was going to make sure she was okay. I manage to get her standing on her shaking legs and I have her lean on me as we walk out of the theater. At least two workers came over to ask me if we were okay. “She’s just pulled a muscle – she’ll be okay” I lied without hesitation. They asked if they could help and I maybe too sternly say no. I manage to get Sally back into the car and we hit the road.

“Can I stay with you tonight?” she whispers in her half-orgasm, half-sleepy glow. At this point she was staying over at my apartment 50% of the time. I tell her of course she can and she rings her mom to let her know she won’t be back tonight. We don’t do anything else that night except fall asleep together in bed.

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