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I was on the way home from shopping after my third week of work at a pharmaceutical company. I was happy I finally got my first paycheck and even happier it had a yearly bonus on it. I started just in time to qualify. Nearly a month’s pay extra!
I badly needed to take a piss, so I pulled into a gas station and saw it was closed. The sign showed they were open from 6am to 9pm, and it was 9:15. I cursed, “Dammit!”
It was an almost rural residential area, and there were no other businesses open for miles in either direction. I figured checking if the men’s room was locked would be worth it. If I were lucky, I might save driving with an aching bladder.
I was much luckier than I thought. The bathroom was unlocked, and the light was on. There was no urinal but two stalls, and I quickly walked in the closer one. I did my business, and noticed a hole in the side of the stall. Written next to the hole was, “Blowjobs $50”.
I laughed and pulled my shorts up after flushing. I’d seen some fake gloryholes in men’s rooms before, usually with crude but clever jokes written near them. This one appeared to be real. I could see the hole went all the way through the side of the wooden stall divider, and there was tape over the rough edges of the hole.
I laughed again and heard somebody clear their throat in the next stall! Somebody was in there! I nervously said, “Blowjobs fifty bucks. Hahaha!”
I heard fingernails tap on the divider.
I chuckled, saying, “Who would put money in a hole in a wall, then stick their cock in, hoping for a blowjob?”
There was more tapping next to the hole, and I saw two fingers protrude through to my side. The fingers had long natural fingernails, painted with dark purple nail polish.
I wondered aloud, “So if I give you fifty bucks, you’ll really suck me off?”
The fingers curled a few times to say, “Give me the money.”
I hadn’t had sex since my last girlfriend several months earlier. It was risky, but I thought the worst that would happen was whoever was on the other side would run off with the money. It wouldn’t be a big loss, for the chance of oral sex.
I took a fifty from my wallet and stuck it between the fingers in the hole, then pulled my boxers down. I slid my soft penis through the hole, and felt a hand on it. I suddenly got afraid but pushed back my nervousness. The fingers on me were feeling pretty good.
I started to stiffen, and felt something wet, warm, and wonderful on the head of my cock. In only a couple of minutes, I squirted a large load of semen into the unseen mouth. “UNGH! UH! UH! Yeah! So good!”
I pulled back from the hole and started to zip up, but still felt a little horny. “Uh, do you mind doing that again, for another fifty?”
The fingers motioned for me to pay again, and I happily took another bill from my wallet.
I got another quick but great blowjob, and happily went home.
Two or three times a week, I’d find something to do from the time I finished work at 6 until the gas station closed at 9. Several times the stall was in use, and I waited until another guy shyly walked out, before paying for some more excellent fellatio. Several times when I finished and walked out, there was another guy waiting.
I even went there many times on days I wasn’t working. It was more than worth driving half an hour on my day off.
I was on the way home from work on Christmas Eve and stopped again. I doubted she would be there, but it wouldn’t hurt to check. I went in the stall, and a much smaller pair of fingers reached through the hole to get my money. They had short red fingernails.
I asked, “What happened to the other one?”
The voice of a young lady said, “Dad’s sick today. I know what to do. Please? We need the money.”
I was shocked! “DAD!”
I’d been getting blowjobs from a MAN for three months! A MAN with long purple fingernails? And his DAUGHTER wanted to suck my dick too? I was flabbergasted, and my mind tried going in ten directions at once.
The girl pleaded, “Please? I never did a blowjob before, but I’m 18 and I want to try it. We need another eighty for his medicine. He’s sick. Please?”
I felt disgusted, mostly with myself. I took out my wallet and said, “Here’s some money. You don’t have to do anything.” I passed a hundred through the hole.
“This is so great! Thank you! Thank you!”
I thought a moment, “I’ll give you another hundred if you take me to your dad. I want to say thanks.”
She was hesitant. “Uh … I don’t know. You’re not going to arrest him, or beat him up, or anything?”
“No. He made me very happy and I want to thank him. Maybe I can help.”
“Okay.”
I heard her stall open and walked out to meet her. The top of the brunette’s head was barely as tall as my shoulder. She shook my hand. “I’m Cindy. Thanks for helping us.”
“James, and I’m glad to meet you.”
“Maybe it’s weird, but dad likes to be called ‘Glenda’ instead of Glen. Please call him ‘Glenda’”.
I nodded. The name was far less of a shock than finding out I’d been getting oral from a man.
She led me to a small one-bedroom apartment with very little in it. The living room held a faded sofa, coffee table made from a pallet with old paint cans for legs, and a raggedy old recliner. In a corner was a small desk, an office chair with torn fabric, and a large desktop computer about as old as the girl. Two piles of clothing were neatly stacked next to the sofa.
She took my hand and said, “He’s in here.”
In the bedroom I saw a man much larger than myself, probably half a foot taller and a hundred pounds heavier. He laid on his back on a mattress on the floor. I saw him coughing, sweating, and shivering as he slept.
He wasn’t even remotely attractive-looking, and probably wouldn’t be attractive to other men or women either, but I oddly felt love for him because of all the pleasure he had given me.
Cindy moved to wake him, but I quietly said, “Shhhh. Let’s let him sleep.” I knelt and gently touched his dark hair, then closed the door quietly as we left the bedroom.
She asked, “Do you want some hot cocoa? We have cocoa and cookies. And candy canes! Or do you like donuts?”
I thought to myself, “And people wonder why diabetes is so common, and there’s a big obesity problem?”
One night of indulgence wouldn’t hurt, so I humored the girl. “Cocoa and a cookie sounds nice.”
I sat on the sofa and she brought cocoa and cookies. “The doctor says Dad needs these medicines. Thanks for the money. Now I can get them in the morning.”
On the table I saw medical paperwork for a patient “Glen / Glenda Brennart. Gender: Other. Bronchitis and pneumonia…”
It listed three medications, and I knew I had samples of two of them in the trunk of my car.
“I need to get something, Cindy. I’ll be back in a minute.”
I got the antibiotic samples from the trunk, and had a thought. It was Christmas Eve. Their computer was ancient, and I had just bought a new laptop as a gift to myself. My 3-year-old laptop at home still worked, and they needed the new one far more than I did.
When I walked back in, I saw Glen was sitting next to Cindy on the couch, coughing into a tissue. Only one of his hands had the long purple fingernails. The other hand looked plain and masculine.
Cindy said, “Dad, this is James. He gave me money, so we can get your medicine now!”
I looked at Cindy, as I held a box behind my back. “I met Santa Clause outside.”
Before she looked at the box, she said, “I’m not a little kid, I graduate in five months. I don’t believe in…”
I held out the box, and she saw the picture of the laptop and shrieked. “REEEEE! YES! THANK YOU!” She gave me a hug and happily put the box on the desk and opened it.
I handed Glenda a plastic bag of antibiotic samples. “Take one of each of these twice a day. You’ll only need to buy this one.” I pointed at the bottom medication on the list.
He objected between loud coughs. “We don’t take charity. I can’t accept this…”
I said, “It’s not charity. Your blowjobs are amazing, Glenda. This is a tip. I hope you feel better soon. Have a Merry Christmas.”
Glenda nodded as he coughed.
A tear came to his eye, as he said, “Nobody wants to call me ‘Glenda’. Thank you!” He hugged my waist as he sat on the couch, then rested his cheek on the front of my pants. I remembered all the times I climaxed with his face the same distance from my legs. My penis surprised me by beginning to swell, and I gently pushed away.
I handed Cindy one of my business cards and said, “If you’re having trouble and you think you need to do blowjobs for money, you call me first, okay?”
She hugged my waist. “I will. Thanks! Thank you so much!”
I reiterated, “Seriously, call me first. I’ll either help you again, or at least be a good customer.”
She nodded. I was 32, and could barely believe I had just offered to pay a high school student for sex.
I told Glenda, “I won’t see you in the bathroom in a few days, because I’ll be in the other stall. Take care of yourself.”
He sounded like a sick frog, saying, “Thanks!”
I checked every night, and the restroom was empty five nights in a row.
On New Years’ Eve, Glenda gave me another wonderful blowjob through the hole in the wall. I started the new year squirting my sperm into an ugly man’s mouth, but it felt great. I tried hard to be happily ignorant again, imagining Glenda looked like Taylor Swift but with bigger tits.
–
One Saturday morning in February, I got a call and sleepily answered. “Uh, hullo?”
A gravely man’s voice said, “I can do something special for you. I need money to get my car fixed.”
On my alarm clock I saw it was 6:04 in the morning and I had stayed up late the last night.
I asked, “What do you mean? Who is this?”
“It’s Glenda. I hate to ask you for anything, but without a car…”
I’d been paying Glen / Glenda for blowjobs at a gloryhole occasionally for about half a year.
He continued, “I wouldn’t ask, but I need six hundred by Monday.”
I was nervous about discussing it over the phone. “How about I meet you for lunch at that pizza place down the block from your apartment? Noon?”
“Sure. See you then.”
I was happy I could get a few more hours of sleep. At mid-day, we ate our pizza at a table in a corner, quietly discussing things. I asked, “You need six hundred? What were you thinking of doing for that much?”
He whispered, “If you use condoms and lube, I’ll let you do my butt. Two hundred each time?”
I had never even fantasized about doing anal with a woman, much less a man as unattractive as Glenda. Still, I wondered what it would feel like. I figured that since he had given me a lot of happiness with his mouth, it would be worth a try.
“Okay. I’ll go to a pharmacy quick and meet you at your place.”
He said, “Cindy’s at a friend’s house. I don’t mind if you think about somebody else while we do it. Thanks again.” He shook my hand with his much larger one.
I bought lube and condoms at a drugstore and walked up the stairs to his little apartment. He laid on his belly on the mattress and I lubed us up. I tried slowly inserting my dick in his ass, but it would only go in a couple of inches without hurting him too much.
He said, “I think the angle’s wrong. Let’s try it leaning over the couch.”
I put some more lube on us and tried it. I still had to go slowly and carefully, but was able to fit most of my cock in his ass.
“Ungh! That’s not so bad, James. Go slow, but you can try fucking. Slow, okay?”
“Sure. This feels really great! So tight!”
I slowly slid in and out, over and over. I picked up the pace as I got closer to a climax. I closed my eyes and imagined I was doing it with a beautiful redheaded woman.
“It only hurts a little bit. Keep going.”
I thrust into his butt faster and faster, more and more, until I was there. “URRR! SO GOOD!”
Cindy opened the door and shrieked in shock. “EEEEH! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”
I ran to the bedroom and shut the door. I dressed quickly and stared at the floor as I started to leave in shame.
Cindy said, “No, wait. Please? Let’s talk.”
I sat in their tattered recliner to discuss things with them.
Glenda said, “We still need the money, but I don’t think I can do anal again. That hurt a lot. What are we going to do?”
Cindy said, “I saw a news story that a girl sold her virginity online for a lot of money. How much will you pay for mine?”
At the same time, Glenda and I said, “No!”
Glenda said, “You should save it for a boy you really love.”
I told her, “You’re too young.”
“But you hurt dad’s butt. I heard sex only hurts girls the first time.”
Glenda said, “I’m not letting you do that! Not for money!”
She worriedly asked, “But then what are we going to do?”
I had an idea. “At Christmas time, she was in the men’s room and wanted to do what you usually do. Are both of you okay with her sucking me off?”
They looked at each other. Cindy was smiling and apparently eager. Glenda reluctantly said, “Okay.”
“So how about I pay for the car tomorrow, and visit your apartment instead of the gas station? Four blowjobs from Cindy over the next couple weeks, for the other four hundred you need?” They quickly agreed.
–
After four below-average blowjobs from the pretty brunette, we reached a deal that I could visit their apartment for a blowjob as many times as I wanted for three hundred a week. Glenda was much more skilled and felt better on me. On the other hand, Cindy was cute and I could watch her do it, instead of imagining somebody else. One of the father / daughter suck team made my cock happy nearly every night, sometimes twice.
Over time I learned Glen / Glenda’s story. He was brought up very religious and felt terrible guilt that he was attracted to men. He met with another boy in a restroom and discovered he loved performing oral on males. He fought his desires and married a young woman he kind of liked, and they had their daughter Cindy. When Cindy was only five, his wife caught him in bed with another man and left. She didn’t take Cindy, and rarely even asked about her during the divorce, but Glenda took good care of her.
Glenda thought that it was too shameful to be gay and have gay sex, and decided to get a sex change operation. He said he didn’t really care much whether he had a penis or vagina, he mostly wanted to suck dick and be accepted.
He saved for years, but couldn’t come close to enough money to have the surgery in the US. He went to a surgeon in South America to have it done cheaply, but the operation was badly botched. Glenda now had a mass of flesh the size of half a grapefruit protruding from his crotch area with a hole through it for his urethra. No penis, no testicles, no vagina, just a large, leathery lump. An American doctor told him that the scar tissue would make surgery to build a vagina or a new penis impossible. Glenda would never enjoy sex or feel an orgasm again. I felt very sad for him.
The incompetently done surgery also made it hard for him to stand or walk much. He could manage a couple of blocks if he took his time, but standing more than a ten minutes or walking quickly were too painful. Since he couldn’t be a construction foreman anymore, he had been getting by doing blowjobs at the glory hole and made much less than he used to.
He tried dressing like a woman but most people had very negative reactions, since his face and most of his body looked like a larger-than-average man. He switched back to dressing like a man and was happy doing several blowjobs a day for money, but craved acceptance.
He used the name “Glenda” for everything online, and in other situations where people wouldn’t see him. He wanted to be a woman because then it would be ok for him to love doing blowjobs. I thought it was quite sad and gave him a hug. He didn’t feel comfortable hugging because we were two men. It seemed wrong to him, even though he had sucked me off half an hour earlier. I at least partly understood, and kept calling him Glenda. In March when we were alone, Cindy offered to give me all the blowjobs I wanted for a day, so she could get a nice gift for her father’s birthday. She held my cock in her mouth nearly an hour, licking and sucking me off three times. It was Heavenly!
We had a small birthday party for Glenda and felt almost like a family. We sat on the sofa with Cindy between us, eating cake and ice cream. At 8pm there was a knock at the door. Cindy and Glenda were overjoyed when some movers took their old mattress and couch away, and replaced them with a new fold-out sofa and an actual queen-sized bed. Now they had comfortable places to sleep.
The size and shape made Cindy’s gift to her father obvious, but he was still very happy to get a flatscreen tv, to replace their small and very old tube-style one. I helped him hang it on the living room wall. We laid on the new bed together, and they took turns giving me blowjobs. I fell asleep holding Cindy to my chest, with her father’s arm wrapped over her holding my dick.
–
One night I got a surprise when I went to visit. I hadn’t seen them in three days. I was horny and eager for a blowjob. It was after 9, so Glenda was at the gas station. I parked a block away like usual, and saw Cindy standing near the door to their apartment building with a blonde girl. The two of them were smoking cigarettes! I stood and watched them suck on the cigarettes and blow out white smoke, nearly the color of jism. She wasn’t even 19 yet, much less 21. I knew it was bad for health reasons too, but seeing their faces as they smoked reminded me of blowjobs. It was wrong but arousing. I felt myself start to stiffen and willed my dick to deflate.
As I walked over, Cindy saw me and said, “Please don’t tell dad.” As I got closer she quietly said, “If you keep it a secret, Sherry will suck you too. Right Sherry?”
The cute blonde girl nodded. I made the right decision about Cindy for a change and grabbed the cigarettes away. “Smoking is terrible for you, and you’re too young. And I don’t know what you mean about sucking. Go home, Sherry. I’m going to wait with Cindy until her father gets home.”
Sherry walked off and Cindy objected, “But all kids try it. It’s not a big deal.”
“Smoking stinks, it’s expensive, and it’s terrible for your health.”
She looked away in shame. “You’re right.”
I told her, “How about this? We’ll talk with your dad and if he says it’s ok, I’ll let you smoke.”
“But … but …”
“And you’re lucky I’m not your dad, or you’d be getting a spanking right now.”
We went inside and watched a basketball game until Glenda returned. I was happy Cindy was one of the uncommon girls who liked sports.
I reminded her, “Smoking makes it hard to breathe. You won’t be able to play basketball much longer if you smoke.”
She sighed, “I know.”
I woke up with Cindy leaning on me asleep on the couch. Glenda was pushing on my shoulder. I woke Cindy, and we had the discussion about smoking. Glenda thought she should get a spanking too, but didn’t want to do it. I couldn’t bring myself to actually spank her either. I had an idea and whispered to Glenda. He nodded.
I said, “I’ve wondered what it would be like to give Cindy some oral too, instead of her sucking me all the time. Would that be okay with you, Glenda?”
“Uh … if she wants you to, I guess.”
“So, would you like me to lick you between your legs, Cindy?”
“REALLY!”
I nodded and led her to the bedroom. She sat on the edge of the bed and I closed the door. “Cindy, I want to remind you, we’re not in love. I’m not your boyfriend. I’m a friend, and we’re doing this to feel good. That’s all. Okay?”
“Okay. So how do we do this? What do I do?”
“You take your pants and underwear off and lay on the bed. I’ll do the rest.”
I had a good time licking and sucking her little pussy until she had her first three orgasms with another person.
“Did you like that, Cindy?”
“YES! OOOH! That was SO GREAT! THANK YOU!”
“I’m glad you liked it. I’ll do that for you every weekend, as long as you don’t smoke.”
“THANK YOU! Thank you so much!”
Before long I gave in. Instead of just giving Cindy cunnilingus once each weekend, I did 69 with her four or five times a week. Each time, I came in her mouth and was happy to lick her to an orgasm or two. I still paid her father three hundred a week. It was a sixth of my salary, but I thought it was worth it. I also returned to the restroom glory hole for one of Glenda’s wonderful blowjobs at least once a week, imagining he was a beautiful woman instead.
Cindy started becoming very affectionate and clingy. I reminded her several times, we weren’t boyfriend / girlfriend. I didn’t love her, I was just a friend doing it to feel good. She said she understood, but I could tell she wanted more.
–
On one visit, Glenda was at the apartment alone. He said, “I have some medical problems, and need a few expensive tests done. I’m terribly ashamed to even think about this. If I didn’t need the money so bad …”
I put a hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay. Considering all I’ve done with you and your daughter, I think you can tell me anything, right?”
He smiled sadly a moment. “You’re a good friend. A long time ago, we talked a little about Cindy selling her virginity. I don’t really like the idea, and I wouldn’t trust anybody else with her. I didn’t say anything about being sick or needing the money, but Cindy told me she wants to make love to you.” He let out a big sigh in resignation.
“I know it’s a lot, but I need seven thousand. Is there any way you can…”
I took out my checkbook and started writing.
I said, “I know you’re worried about her safety. I’ll do it with her while you’re in the other room, so you can know she’s safe. You know that losing their virginity always hurts girls the first time they make love? I’ll try to make it as easy as I can for her. She’s pretty and I want to have sex with her, but I want to know my friends are both okay too.”
I patted his shoulder and Glenda hugged me as he cried. “Thank you.”
After a long hug he said, “Screw her, but don’t make love to her. I don’t want her getting the wrong idea. Don’t let her think you love her unless you really do. And …” He hesitated a long time.
“And I don’t have any family but Cindy, and not a lot of friends. Just in case, could you sign something?”
He brought out a will. “If anything happens to me, I want to know Cindy will be taken care of. Would you please?”
“I … uh … I don’t know anything about raising kids. I don’t think I can take care of a kid!”
He chuckled to himself. “It’s not like she needs bottles and diapers, she graduated a few months ago! If you can fuck her can you at least let her stay with you, and give her what she needs?”
I chuckled too. “Yeah. I guess I can do that.”
He had a serious look in his eyes as he said, “But don’t tell her you love her unless you really mean it. Don’t break my baby’s heart!”
I had a lump in my throat. “No. Never.”
–
The virginity removal was almost clinical. The three of us sat in their living room talking.
I handed Cindy two pills. “This one will reduce the pain a lot and the other will slow the bleeding, so that won’t be bad either.”
She swallowed them and washed them down with some water.
I said, “Both of you know the first time I enter her, it’ll hurt. She might yell from the pain, but don’t worry. It only hurts a lot the first minute or so. Everything will be okay.”
Glenda held Cindy’s hand. “I’m so scared for her. Would it be too weird if I watch?”
Cindy said, “Really weird! But … if James is okay with it, I guess?”
The two of them looked at me. “Uh … I don’t know if I can do it with your dad watching. Uh…”
Glenda suggested, “How about if I suck you right before? Then you can just do what you need to, without taking a long time to get ready?”
“Uh … I guess.”
Cindy stood up as she asked, “How long until the pill starts to … WOOHOO! I’m swimming!” She flailed her arms around and I caught her as she started to fall over.
I laughed. “I’m pretty sure it’s working.” I carried her to the bed and helped her undress, then took my pants off.
Cindy asked, “How can I help?” She tried to get up and failed.
Glenda told her, “Just lay still, sweetie. Everything’s fine.”
For the first time, I watched Glenda lick and suck my penis. I wasn’t attracted to his face or body at all, but I could tell he loved me, and loved his daughter dearly.
The thought that he loved me and trusted me to take his daughter’s virginity touched my heart. Imagining how great it would be to fuck a tight, pretty virgin made me hard enough to drive nails with my penis. I pulled out of his mouth and he quickly rolled a condom on me. As I crawled on top of Cindy, he held one of her legs to make it easy for me to get myself lined up.
I kissed her lips and Cindy groggily said, “This is nice, but I thought sex would feel better.”
I looked into her dilated and glassy eyes. “I didn’t start yet. I’m sorry, but this will hurt for a little while, then it should feel good.”
Glenda smeared some extra lube on the condom and stroked me a few times, then I thrust into Cindy.
I expected a scream, but instead she just said, “Uhhh!”
I felt her hot, wet snatch squeezing my cock tightly. Even with the condom, it was excellent!
I held still inside her and nervously asked, “Are you okay, Cindy?”
She made her father and I laugh with, “I thought it was supposed to hurt. That felt like a big, backwards fart.”
Glenda and I laughed, and Cindy wondered aloud, “What’s so funny?”
Glenda said, “We’ll tell you later. I’m so glad you’re okay! I was really worried!”
I said, “Thanks for the help, but I think we’re all right now. Would you mind leaving?”
He chuckled, “Sure. Sure.”
–
We had agreed that after Cindy’s first time, I wouldn’t see her again for two weeks to avoid her getting overly attached to me, and I would only have sex with her again if Glenda agreed.
For the two weeks, I returned to getting anonymous blowjobs at the gloryhole, paying Glenda each time, until I went back to mostly 69 with Cindy.
She seemed even more clingy than before, and several times she started to say, “I love you” and stopped herself. I didn’t want her getting too attached, so I went back to the glory hole and only visited their place when Glenda was there. One night Cindy was standing in the parking lot by the gas station men’s room, a few steps from where her father had sucked me off hundreds of times.
She started to cry as she asked, “What did I do wrong? Why are you mad at me?”
“I’m not mad. I still like you, but I don’t want you getting hurt. We make each other feel good and I help your family out, but that’s all. I want you to be happy, but I can’t be more than your friend.”
She nearly screamed, loudly saying, “FINE! Then have fun FUCKING MY DAD’S FACE! Bye!” She kept crying and walked away.
I wasn’t horny anymore. I felt guilty and decided to go home. Cindy lit a cigarette as I drove off.
–
One night I returned after being out of town two weeks on business trips. I stopped at their apartment, but the door was locked. I knocked but nobody answered. I thought that was odd, since Glenda’s car was in the driveway.
I went to the gas station and saw a guy walk out of the men’s room with a big smile on his face. I thought, “Glenda’s here. Good, getting rid of some sperm will feel great.” When I walked in the men’s room, I smelled cigarette smoke. I went in the usual stall, and some small red fingernails reached through the hole for my money, instead of Glenda’s usual large purple ones.
I asked, “What’s wrong, Cindy? Is your dad sick again?”
I could hear the pain and anger in her voice. “Dad’s in the hospital and I need money. Do you want a blowjob?”
Her fingers sticking through the hole motioned for me to pay.
“I… I’m so sorry. I’ll help again if I can.”
“If you’re not gonna pay, get in here. I need to make as much as I can to help dad. You’ll scare the other guys away.” I heard the other stall door unlatch.
I walked into the other stall slowly. She was sitting on the toilet, and moved so I could sit there, while she sat on a towel by the glory hole.
I said, “I’m sorry I hurt your feelings. I want what’s best for you. You shouldn’t be falling in love until you’re older. I think …”
We heard the restroom door open, and she held a finger to my lips. “Shhh…”
We heard a few footsteps, but they paused before whoever it was entered the other stall. She said, “It’s ok, I’m teaching a friend tonight. Come on in.”
A deep man’s voice asked, “You’re not cops, right? If you’re cops, you have to tell me.” Not true, but apparently he didn’t know that.
She reassured him, “We’re not cops. And I’m not saying anything about sex or money if you’re not.”
“Okay then.”
She held her fingers through the hole and took his money. A moment later a very large black penis stuck through the hole. She squatted down to lick and suck it, and I watched from two feet away. I was surprised she could get several inches in her mouth. The head was nearly the size of a baseball!
Watching her lick and suck it quickly got me hard. Nobody was touching my crotch, but by the time she squirted the guy’s cum onto the floor between her knees, I was halfway to climax too.
He complimented her, “Mmmm, babygirl! That’s some fine suckin’! You want to go again?”
I saw a folded fifty sticking through the hole. Cindy looked at me as I shook my head.
She took the money, saying, “Sure”. She used a baby wipe from her purse to clean him, before she started sucking again. She rested a hand on my crotch as she sucked, but didn’t squeeze or rub me.
I watched her take her mouth off him just in time, and she caught his second load with another baby wipe. My cock was as hard as the wall, and I wanted to cum desperately. I pulled a fifty from my wallet. As the other guy left and the door closed, I held out the cash and begged, “Me too! Please!”
She asked, “Do you love me? Am I your girlfriend?”
“No, but I have money…”
“I don’t want your money. I’ll suck you when you love me. I’ll even fuck you too. So, do you really love me?”
“I ah…”
The door opened, and somebody walked into the other stall. She pushed away my hand holding the cash, and took a fifty from the guy on the other side of the glory hole instead.
A medium-sized white penis stuck through the hole. I was very surprised that it had what looked like three bolts going all the way through the shaft!
She smiled and asked, “You want the usual right? The rough stuff?”
I nearly busted out laughing, when I heard, “Yes, mommy. I’ve been a bad boy. Punish me, mommy!”
She pinched the head of his dick several times, getting responses of, “OW! OW! OUCH! Yeah mommy! I’m so naughty! Hurt me, mommy!” I nearly laughed again. I saw he had several small tattoos on it. Those must have hurt like crazy!
She punished his cock quite a while, getting several more complaints of pain, and pleas for more. He surprised her and pumped his spunk onto her arm.
“Thank you, mommy!”
She sweetly said, “Come back any time, bad boy.”
“So good, mommy! Thank you!” He slid an extra twenty through the hole before leaving.
She smiled and said, “Would you believe he works at the IRS?”
I joked, “They love hurting people, so it seems fair.”
We giggled a moment, then she asked, “So are you my boyfriend? Do you really love me yet?”
“I… I can’t. Your dad is my friend, and you’re so young…”
“If you’re not my boyfriend, and you’re not my dad, you don’t get to tell me what to do.” She took a cigarette from her purse and lit it, then blew smoke in my face.
She gave me a very naughty smile and said, “I wish you loved me. Then I could suck white stuff out of you, instead of a cigarette.” She took several big puffs, making my cock swell again.
“Please! I’ll give you a hundred!”
“I’ll suck you when you love me. Otherwise, go home.”
“Two hundred! Please?”
She thought a moment. “Okay, but get in the other stall. You don’t get to see me suck you until you love me.”
I was overwhelmed with lust, but still concerned for her. “Three hundred, if we can do it at your place. I care enough to give you that much, so you don’t have to suck other guys. Please?”
She stared at me, thinking. “Four. Four hundred is the most I ever got in one night. That much, and you’ll be the only one. But once you love me, I’ll do it for free.”
We walked to her apartment, and I sat on the couch. She gave me a nice blowjob and squirted my cum into a washcloth. Until that night, she had been happy to swallow for me.
I said, “I’m so sorry about your dad being in the hospital. Maybe I can…”
She cut me off with, “You paid and got your blowjob. You can leave now.”
“But…”
“Do you love me yet?”
“I… I’m so sorry.” I sadly went home.
I called the hospital the next morning and they told me Glenda was being discharged. He should be home in an hour or two. I took a day off work and drove to their apartment. Cindy was helping him up the stairs when I got there. I took her place and got Glenda into bed.
Being a sales manager for a pharmaceutical company, I recognized most of the medications they had sent home with him. Several were only used to treat HIV or cancer. I suddenly got very depressed, when I noticed a drug that was only used for late-stage bone cancer. I knew he had to be in a lot of pain.
He told Cindy, “I’m okay now. I’ll be fine in a few days. You should go visit one of your friends and let me sleep.”
She hugged him and kissed his forehead. “Okay, dad. Feel better soon.” She picked up her backpack and tromped down the stairs. I was surprised one girl could sound like a whole herd of horses.
I said, “Glenda, I know what this medication is. You have bone cancer? How bad?”
He said, “I don’t want her to worry. Tell her I’ll be okay.”
“That’s not doing her any favors. They only give this to people with less than three months left. How bad?”
He coughed into a tissue. “The doctor says a month or two, maybe only weeks. There’s a bony tumor growing on my heart. But you never know. I’ve been praying a lot.” He coughed up a little blood.
I asked, “And another tumor, or more than one, in a lung?”
He started to cry as he admitted, “And my liver, and a kidney. But I don’t want her to worry. I can’t take seeing her sad!”
He held a hand to his belly. “OOH! Hurts!”
I made the biggest decision of my life in that moment. “Glenda, I don’t want to surprise or offend you, but I love Cindy and I want to marry her. Would you…”
“FINALLY! Marry her already! Half of what she says is, ‘Why doesn’t James love me?’”
I asked, “Is there anything you want before I leave? I need to go buy a ring.”
“GO!”
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I saw Cindy smoking in the parking lot with her friend Sherry again. Sherry left as I walked over to her, and she started to ask, “So, do you…”
I put a finger on her lips and said, “I made a decision and you should see my house.”
She got very excited, “SO YOU REALLY…” I put a finger on her lips again.
“Let me tell you when I’m ready. Soon.”
When we pulled into my driveway she said, “WOW! It’s beautiful!”
We could have gone in the front door, but I wanted to show the place off a little, without seeming to. “Let’s get the groceries from the trunk and go in the door to the kitchen, it’s in back.”
I handed her a bag with two boxes of condoms, two bottles of wine, and a carton of the cigarettes she liked. She looked in the bag and smiled. I picked up the other two bags and led the way to the back yard. She saw the large deck, fire pit, hot tub, and pool. I could hear the happiness and awe in her voice as she said, “Very nice!”
“You can smoke in the back yard, but not in the house.”
I unlocked the door and walked in. “Put the wine in the fridge and look around a little, then meet me in the basement, okay?”
“Sure.”
In the basement rec room, I turned on the projector and lowered the screen. I sat in the middle of the couch, which was between a pair of recliners. I waited for her to come down and see the re-run of a hockey game on the wall-size screen. Sometimes the players’ images were as large as I was.
I saw her come down the lower part of the stairs with a gigantic smile on her face. “This place is HUGE! Four bedrooms and two bathrooms!”
I corrected her, “Three bathrooms. There’s one in the basement too, over there.”
“And it has two fireplaces! And how did you know I love hockey?”
“Your dad complained you wanted to see hockey instead of football, and I know you like football too.”
She jumped over the back of the sofa landing next to me, then asked, “So which team’s ahead?”
“This is an old game, from a few years ago. The Redwings won, two nothing, it just started. Do you want to go look at the…”
She interrupted, “Shut up and watch.” I smiled and put an arm over her shoulders.
During a commercial I got up to get us some chips. I reached in the mini-fridge for a beer and asked her, “Do you want a cola, or a beer?”
“YOU’LL LET ME DRINK TOO?”
“Only at home, if we’re not going anywhere.”
“AWESOME!”
At the end of the second period, she got up. “I want a cigarette. Back soon.”
I said, “I guess you can smoke in the basement too. Use a can for an ashtray.” When the game was over, we brought wine and food to the back yard, and had grilled chicken and baked potatoes cooked on the fire pit. The sun went down, and she sat in my lap. We shared a glass of wine looking at the stars, then had slow, romantic sex in the hot tub in the dark. We climbed from the tub and she had another glass of wine with me. By the light of the fire, I held her chin in my hand. I said, “Cindy, I love your pretty face, and that wonderful smile that always melts my heart. I love hugging and kissing you, getting great blowjobs from you, and making love to you. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anybody before. I love you.”
“I love you too, James! I love you so much!” I kissed her lips, as she cried with happiness. We made love in my bed again before drifting off to sleep in each other’s arms. Once we woke in the morning, I let her smoke anywhere in the house. It made her happy, and watching her suck was very sexy. Each time I stared at her pretty pink lips, sucking puff after puff of smoke from the cigarette, wishing it were my dick instead.
I planned to ask her to marry me when I brought her home, so that Glenda could share our joy. We had a terrible shock when we got there. Glenda had called for an ambulance, but was gone by the time they arrived. His will was on the kitchen table. I noticed his bottle of pain pills was empty. It had been almost full the day before. Bone cancer can be terrible, and I didn’t blame him at all. I didn’t mention it to Cindy. We stayed in their little apartment for a few days to get things in order, and sell the things she wouldn’t need at my place.
We didn’t have any sex until a week after the funeral, then we went at it with a vengeance. Within a month, we had fucked in nearly every room in the house, even the garage and a couple of the closets. The night before her 19th birthday, I asked her to marry me. She made me extremely happy by accepting, then I showed Cindy her birthday gift, an SUV. It was built like a tank and had nearly every safety feature known to mankind. A collision with most things short of a bus or semi-truck would only scratch the paint. She asked if she could have a couple of friends over for her birthday and I let her.
I’d let her do nearly anything.
She drove it for the first time as we picked up four of her friends instead of a couple. The noise of three or four girls talking at once as they gabbed about boys, makeup, boys, clothes, cars, and boys was more than I could take for long. I told them they should go talk in the rec room, and I’d have dinner ready in an hour.
After dinner Cindy French kissed with me quite a while. When we stopped the other girls had disappeared. I asked where they were, and she just shrugged. She told me, “You’ve done a lot of nice things for me, and my birthday present is great! I want to give you a present too. It’s in the basement.”
She held my hand and led me to a large closet downstairs, next to the bathroom. “It’s a shame you won’t get any more blowjobs in the gas station bathroom.”
“I … I love you, so I don’t mind.” She held my hand and moved it down to a new hole in the closet wall, at just the right height. She tapped her fingernails next to the hole, and somebody tapped back. Two fingers with yellow polished nails poked through the hole.
“My friends want some blowjob practice. I hope you can help them?” The naughty smile on her face made me love her even more. She said, “Go ahead. I want to see your face when you cum.”
I stuck my penis through the hole and got an unskilled but nice blowjob. Before I could pull away, a hand held my shaft firmly and another mouth started licking and sucking.
She told me the best part last. “Two of my friends are virgins. They want some fuck practice. If you wear a condom and I blindfold you first, so you don’t know who you’re doing it with, it won’t be cheating right?”
“Um … uh … RIGHT!”
Before we went to bed that night, I got four below-average blowjobs and pumped spunk into a young mouth. I also filled a pair of vagina-wrapped condoms. Cindy asked me, “Is it okay if I have another sleepover next weekend?”
How could I resist? “Sure! Any time!”
“I miss giving a lot of blowjobs, and my friends want to help me too. On Friday, I’ll have six girls and six boys over here. You can take a dick pill, lay on your back, and wonder who’s riding you for a couple of hours. And I can watch while I drink lots of cum. They’re all safe. None of them had sex with more than one person, so diseases won’t be a problem.”
I kissed her intensely. “I didn’t think it was possible, but I love you even more now!”
We had fuck practice and a blowjob line in our basement nearly every Friday and Saturday, until the week of our wedding. The first day of our honeymoon, I watched in the closet with her as she sucked off half a college football team. That night three anonymous vaginas and two anonymous asses rode my dick while I was blindfolded. We were more than happy to agree, gloryhole blowjobs and fuck practice weren’t cheating, they were extra fun to enhance our intense love for each other.
The day each of them turned 18, we told our three sons and four daughters about the weekend fuck practice and gloryhole. To this day, I have no idea if they ever got involved.
My wife’s favorite part of me hopes they did.
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