I accidentally found a glory hole [Str8] [Mf]

It was summer in the late eighties.

I was eighteen at the time, still a virgin but not completely inexperienced. I had dated a couple of boys and even blew them a bunch of times. I was a pretty horny girl but definitely not what you’d call promiscuous and certainly not the type who’d actively seek something like what this story entails, out. Though with hindsight, this experience definitely helped pave the way for the girl I’d soon grow into at college, in the coming months.

On this day, however, I was on my way back from high school. It had been a particularly hot day and I had a particularly small bladder, which didn’t fare well when combined with the gallons of water I had been gulping.

I made the mistake of not using the school restroom before leaving. I was eager to get home since it was finally the weekend and my folks had left to visit my grandparents earlier that morning, which meant I had the house to myself. Not that I had anything wild planned but a whole weekend alone to read, relax and masturbate as much as I want was a dream come true.

So there I was, racing home. wearing only a skinny tee shirt and a pair of skimpy shorts and still sweating under the blistering sun. I foolishly thought I could make it home in time but with each step I took, I felt closer and closer to wetting myself. So, I had no choice but to find a secluded spot nearby and do my thing. However with all of the close by pedestrians I would surely get caught. With that in mind, I took a detour in hopes of finding a bush or something in a less populated area where I wouldn’t get seen.

It’s crazy that after turning less than a handful of unfamiliar streets, I felt like I had stumbled into a whole new town. The locals were looking less friendly by the minute and the lavish, vibrant buildings I had been passing by before had quickly turned into mean-looking, dilapidated replacements.

I was in luck though – because when all hope seemed lost, I stumbled upon a rest room. Though I almost didn’t see the small, dull building that was hiding down a narrow path way, tucked behind all of the unkempt foliage that had grown around and began to engulf it. But there was no doubt, that the white paint on the rustic, wooden sign read *’LADIES’*.

Of course the only public restroom was on the bad side of town.

Still, knowing I was at my limits, I sprinted towards it as fast as my lithe, legs would take me, the books and stationary in my backpack rumbling around as I bounded towards the metal door, inching closer and closer until I slammed in to it and … bounced off.

The sudden impact winded me slightly, but not as much as the immeasurable disappointment did. I grabbed the handle and violently shook it, pushing on the door as if it would somehow magically open but of course my attempts were fruitless.

I groaned miserably when suddenly, I noticed the door, a mere matter of feet away from me, was wide open. The sign to indicate that it was the men’s room seemed to have been long gone but the urinals I saw inside as I poked my head round, confirmed my suspicions.

The room was, by all means, nicely kept, which was especially surprising considering the decrepit appearance of the building from the outside.

Luckily, there wasn’t a soul in sight so I scurried over to the first of three cubicles. On the door was a mess of scribbles which included a phone number that promised a good time. Inside, however, was not a good time as the toilet had seemed to be clogged with toilet paper.

I approached the second cubicle to find that there was no door at all, though I did notice two, large holes had been drilled into the stall walls on either side.

My last hope laid at the final cubicle which thankfully had a door and an unclogged toilet. Though I was confused and weirded out by the gaping circle beside me, I sighed with joy after dropping my shorts and panties to my ankles and I relieved myself.

After what felt like the longest pee of my life, I dabbed myself clean and reached for my bottoms. However, I froze completely at the sound of loud, trudging footsteps that made their way inside the room. They made their way closer and closer until they stopped right in front of my cubicle. Then after a brief pause, they strode into the stall beside me. Then they stopped again, and I heard the sound of a zipper.

I remained perfectly, still. My finger tips still grasping the waistband of my panties as I stood, bent awkwardly over.

*”Maybe if I don’t move, or make a noise, this person will just use the toilet then leave’.”* I thought. *”All I have to do is just st- WHAT THE FUCK.*”

My train of thought was interrupted when the thickest, veiniest, cock I had ever seen in my life crept its way into my stall by the hole in the wall and reared its furious, mushroom-shaped head at me.

I let go of my underwear that were still with my shorts at my feet and clasped my hands over my mouth.

This thing was already rock hard and pulsating. And I did not have enough snake charming experience to handle something that size. Though I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t interested. I couldn’t help but be fascinated at how much bigger it was than anything I had experienced before and as I slowly extended my arm out, I was in awe at how it dwarfed my hand.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” A slightly, irritated, gruff voice emerged from behind the wall.

I gazed down at the throbbing, uncut, piece of meat before me. I never knew a cock could be so … pretty.

I felt a strange and, at the time, unfamiliar kind of hunger within me. The more I looked at it, the more I yearned to know what this stranger’s dick would actually feel like in my hand.

I gazed at my stall door and contemplated leaving. I could pull my bottoms up in one swift motion and then flee. Except … I didn’t want to. Instead, I wanted to get to know my new, purple-headed friend a bit better.

So I reached for it, my supple fingers grazing over the exposed tip, causing it to flex and make me gasp, much to its owners amusement. Gently, I wrapped one hand around it and pulled the foreskin back, before holding it with all ten fingers and jerking it back and forth, causing the man inside the stall to groan and compliment my ‘soft hands’.

I continued this for several minutes and whilst the man didn’t complain once – in fact, judging by the sounds he made, I think he would have came soon enough – I had the most intense desire to bring his warm, hard, member, to my mouth. So, without warning, I fell to my knees and placed a sloppy, wet kiss right on the tip of his dick.

“Oh, fuck!” The grizzled, voice moaned in such a way that made me tingle.

I aimed his heavy member upwards a little and planted another, equally wet kiss on the underside of its head. This wasn’t enough for me though, and with little thought on how I’d actually proceed, I slipped my tongue out of my mouth and ran it from the underneath of his cock-head all the way over the tip, causing him to moan even further.

I was beginning to feel hot on the inside. I wanted more. I needed more.

Jerking his cock up and down, I began repeatedly kissing and licking at the top, feeling myself growing wetter with every smooch. I had never done something so naughty before and the more I thought about how I was coating a complete and utter stranger’s dick with my saliva, the more turned on I felt.

I guided his member to my lips and instead of kissing it, I parted them with it and took just the tip inside my mouth. I drove my hot, wet tongue underneath, and slithered it side to side, as my top lip hugged the upper-side.

The man continued moaning blissfully and I held his cock still, for a moment. I loved the way it throbbed in my mouth.

That’s when – without warning – the man thrusted his hips forward, driving his thick, dick to the back of my mouth and causing me to gag as I felt my eyes bulge out of my head.

I pulled my face back and spluttered as I felt my heart race from the sudden invader who had gotten extremely close to prying open my jaw and entering my throat.

There was panting from us both and then silence for a moment.

“Oh, fuck, I’m sorry.” Finally, said the man. He sounded genuinely apologetic. “It just felt so good and I kinda lost-”

I wiped the precum-laced spit from my chin. “Do it again.”

“W-what?” Came the confused response.

I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and positioned his tip at the entrance of my mouth, assuming the same position as before.

“Gh ih ahhn.”

The man’s hips lurched forward, once again ramming his cock-head towards my tonsils. I quickly planted my hands on the cubicle wall as I tried to relax my mouth. His dick wasn’t in my throat but it was big enough and deep enough to cause my gag reflex to flare up.

The two of us held still, gags escaping my mouth every few seconds as I felt my eyes water. And I was enjoying it as much as he was.

But it quickly got too much and I once again had to pull back and gasp for air.

The stranger’s breathing was almost as heavy as mine as his cock pulsated after its release.

“Woah, baby. You are really goo-”

I gripped his cock with both hands and engulfed its mighty head between my lips. I swirled my tongue over the tip as I stroked his shaft up and down, slowly edging more and more of his meat into my warm, wet mouth.

“OH MY FUCKING GOD!” He cried in a way that felt full of desperation. “I’M GOING TO CUM!”

I held my head still as his cock spasmed inside but when the first, massive, spurt of cum shot down my windpipe, I couldn’t help but instinctively pull away again. I was still treated to another dose of warm, salty jizz on my tongue before I freed his cock from my face completely and watched it convulse as it shot two, big ropes of cum up my forehead and into my hair, before I felt another spray my cheek and finally, a spurt paint down my tee shirt.

I grabbed his dick and milked the last couple drops of sperm from it, the man moaning and grunting with pleasure the entire time until his cock retreated back to its hole and I heard him slump down with one last “Fuck me” which caused me to giggle.

I stood up and as I reached for my panties, I saw that a nice, big, glob of cum had splattered right in the middle of them too. I stepped out from them and pulled my shorts back up before quickly exiting my cubicle to meet my horny hookup.

Without hesitating, and with a massive smile, as soon as I left my stall, I turned and flung my panties at the man inside the next one.

“Here’s a souvenir for you … Mr Parker?”

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the day I learned my Math teacher had a big dick.

**The End.**

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**DISCLAIMERS:** All characters featured are 18 or older. This story is a work of fiction intended for adults only.

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