It was the party of the century, a hundred of us celebrating in style. A pool party with alcohol and very little clothing, plenty of drugs and sex going on in dark corners, sometimes out in the open too. It was wild and fantastic, the perfect way to spend a hot summer's night. Graham's parents were away for a few days, and he had decided to make the most of it, but there was no way he would be able to clear up all the mess we were making.
Graham and I had been friends for years. With major benefits. I didn't mind him dragging me off to the side early on, and certainly didn't mind him stripping me out of my bikini. Bizarrely, though, he wasn't after sex. With one hand on my crotch, fingering my pussy and teasing my clit, he said, "You remember that fantasy you were telling me about?"
I laughed. "Which one?"
"The one about being a glory hole slut."
"Oh, that one," I said. "I certainly do."
He pointed at the garden fence next to us, a tall pine fence with no gaps, but there was a gate that opened into the narrow lane that ran between Graham's garden and the neighbour's. And something I had never seen - or at least never noticed - before: a dark circular hole at just the right height for an average man to stick his cock through. A glory hole. "Seriously?" I said. "You made that for me?"
He nodded. "Yes."
The glory hole was indeed a fantasy of mine, though one I had never intended to realise, but I couldn't deny how aroused I was at the thought of it. "Okay," I said.
Grinning, he opened the gate for me, and made sure I could kneel comfortably before closing it. I peered through the hole, watching him disappear from my limited view and wondering how long I would have to wait. I felt like a Peeping Tom almost, looking in from the dark outside, stroking my clit.
And naked. There's a big difference between being naked in a private environment where others are similarly dressed, and being naked all alone in what was, technically, a public space. If anyone should drive down the lane, I would have nowhere to hide - though of course I could always get back in through the gate. If there were other Peeping Toms lurking in the bushes that lined the road, they were about to be treated to quite a show. Hopefully.
Only a couple of minutes passed, though, before Graham returned with two of his friends that I vaguely recognised. Graham himself was first to push his cock through. It's not the longest cock in the world, or the thickest, but it was one that I was familiar with. I usually like to tickle a man's balls while I blow him, and this wasn't really possible, so I had to let my tongue and lips do most of the work.
