Glory Wall Girl

I had agreed to meet my daughter Beatrice at the old diner near the college campus. I got there first. It was crowded with a noisy mix of students, parents and alumni visiting for the homecoming game that weekend. As I waited, I thought back to a morning a couple of decades ago, when I met my parents at this same diner on a similar weekend. My brain had been fried from an all-night party and my cock was raw from unsuccessfully trying to fuck an anonymous young lady to climax despite all the tequila and cocaine we'd ingested. I had struggled to appear more-or-less sober to my parents, but without much success, as they'd made excruciatingly clear.

As I smiled at memories of past my debauchery, I scanned the nearby tables. I was seeing if I could spot any bleary-eyed kids trying to suppress a hangover while watching their dad eat a chicken fried steak, or some exhausted looking girl shifting uncomfortably in her chair on a pussy sore from a long night of rough sex. Instead, I mostly saw kids like my daughter Bea: technically-adult children just out of high school with minds still obsessed with anime and video games instead of casual sex and fun drugs. Not that I was complaining. While I occasionally lamented her immaturity, I allowed myself a feeling of relief that at least I didn't have to worry about Bea the way my parents worried about me.

I looked out the window and saw Bea's dirty-blonde ponytail bouncing along across the street as she wove through parked cars and around lumbering buses. I watched nervously as she trotted across the busy road without waiting for the light to turn and made a mental note to chastise her for her recklessness. However, when she walked into the restaurant my mind went blank. She was wearing a tight, white skirt that rode low-slung on her womanly hips and an undersized navy-blue tank top that revealed her pale tummy and clung to the soft contours of her pert breasts like paint. Somehow, in the last several weeks, my daughter had gotten...

hot

.

Not that she had been unattractive before, but Bea had always been "cute" or "adorable"; not "hot" and "sexy". She had always been silly in her humor, a little nerdy in her tastes and cautious in her fashion sense. She was not trendy, nor particularly popular, but she had a small circle of friends she had run around with since grade school, friends who had been scattered to the winds after graduation. I had been eager to see how my ordinarily shy daughter was dealing with this new social environment. But I had not expected this.

She smiled charmingly when I waved to her. As she trotted over to my table, I saw a several men sneak lingering looks at her shapely legs and ass as she jiggled past them in that tight, short skirt. God forgive me for noticing, but how could I not, when her nipples grew rigid and strained at the cloth of her top in the air conditioning of the restaurant.

"You look lovely," I said as she sat down. I smiled uneasily at her, pleased that my little girl had finally developed the confidence to flaunt her womanly attributes, but distressed that her attributes had gotten so womanly.

"Thanks," she said with a sweet smile but suspicious eyes. "What's wrong? You look worried."

"It's just that I've never seen you so... um, provocatively dressed."

Bea looked down at her outfit and back at me with annoyance. "You were always hinting that I should stop dressing like a child. So, I did. Now you think I look

slutty

?"

"Slutty?! I'd never call you that word. Let's say: 'alluring'... if you're willing to take your dad's word for it. Do you have a hot date tonight or something?"

"Something like that... me and some friends are going to a party."

"I'm glad to hear you're making friends. Just be safe, OK? If you chose to go a little crazy... well, this is college. I know how it is. It's OK to live a

little

dangerously."

Bea was clearly uncomfortable with my "cool dad" schtick, so I changed the topic and started asking about the basic stuff a father wants to know about his daughter's freshman year. We talked about her classes and her dorm, but she would only discuss her social life in the vaguest of terms. What's more, she seemed edgy and preoccupied all through the meal. When I asked her about it, she only said: "Midterms" and shrugged.

A meal later, as I was signing the bill, I glanced up and noticed Bea looking like she was desperate to hide under the table. I turned to follow her gaze and saw two young ladies approaching us, smiling cunningly at Bea while looking me over. One was an olive skinned, Hispanic girl with a short pixie haircut, big tits that threatened to breach the confines of her red tube top and a round, juicy ass in a pair of very short denim shorts. The other was a classically attractive girl with a cascade of pink hair and a statuesque, athletic body. She wore pink yoga pants without any apparent undergarments and a white button-down blouse tied into a halter top that showed a lot of cleavage.

"Hey Buzz," purred the Hispanic girl in a saucy accent. "Who's your sugar daddy?"

"You gonna share or what?" said the girl with the pink hair.

"Jesus Christ you guys, he's my

dad

," said Bea, obviously annoyed.

"I don't mind," said Pink Hair. "He's a total DILF." She looked me over with a cocked eyebrow and a crooked smile. It was my turn to blush. I couldn't believe my Bea knew these girls. Did they really think I was a DILF?

"You gonna invite him to the...

thing

tonight?" asked the Hispanic girl with a devious glint in her eye. Both girls laughed devilishly

"NO!" said Bea. "I'm trying to have dinner with my father. Just go fuck off... OK?"

They laughed like she'd told the best joke in the world. With exaggerated sweetness they said it was nice to meet me and told Bea they'd see her later and left. Most male eyes - and several female ones - watched them go. While this was going on I looked at Bea with shock. In eighteen years, I'd never heard her say "fuck" before.

"I'm sorry about them," she said.

"...Your friends seem a little wild."

"They're just giving me a hard time. They're cool."

"Well, like I said, it's OK to get a little wild when you're young... but... be safe, OK?"

"Of course I will," she said with a cute, exasperated smile that reminded me of the little girl she used to be.

"I guess what I'm trying to say is... are you on birth control?"

"DAD!" she cried. "Why do you have to make everything weird? I can take care of myself."

"I was just..."

"I know how to use a condom. Is that what you want to hear?"

"Pretty much, yes."

We sat looking awkwardly at each other for a minute as I tried to suppress a vision of my sweet little girl rolling a rubber onto the erect penis of some horny college boy. As I drank the rest of my iced tea with a trembling hand, I realized needed to get a hold of my emotions. So, my girl was a woman now. That's how it goes. Deal with it.

"Well, I really need to get going," she said at last. "What are you doing tonight?"

"I'll have a few beers and watch something on pay-per-view in my room," I said. I was lying. I had laid out a huge donation to my old fraternity to get invited to their V.I.P. Alumni Appreciation Mixer. The rumor was that those mixers could get amazingly wild. I didn't want Bea to know I was going in case that was the rumor among the students as well.

"Pay-per-view, huh?" she said with a teasing smile. "That just means porno, right?"

I laughed to cover my discomfort. Goddamn, she had grown up fast.

***

I got picked up at my hotel by a tall, athletic kid named Steve. He drove me the short distance to the Upsilon Gamma Mu house while subjecting me to a monolog on the merits of my old fraternity and thanking me for my generous donation.

I interrupted him. "When I heard about what goes on at your homecoming mixers, I had to see for myself,' I said. "I figured it must be pretty fucking crazy for the amount of money you boys are expecting for an invite."

"Oh, it's wild alright. I can guarantee you that," he said with a sly grin.

"So, what kind of 'wild' are we talking about?"

He gave me a conspiratorial look in the mirror. "You ever heard of a 'glory wall'?"

"You mean, glory

holes

?" I asked, deeply disappointed. "Where you go to get your dick sucked by a man and pretend it was a woman?"

"Naw dude, this is totally different, like a reverse gloryhole," he said with a laugh. "It'll be easier if I just show you. We're almost there. I'll give you a sneak peek."

We parked behind the old frat house. Looking up at it brought back so many memories from my time in college. The booze, the drugs, the women. I sold weed from this house. I dropped acid in that house. I had my first three-way up in that corner bedroom there. Finally, Steve had to move me along by clearing his throat and suggesting we go in.

I followed him down into a low-ceilinged basement, around a few corners, and into a large room that smelled so aggressively clean that it felt unwholesome. The room had wood paneling on three sides and a fourth wall sheathed in smooth, white plastic laminate. Along the plastic wall, about waist high, there were three fist-sized holes rimmed in soft vinyl piping.

"I thought you said this party wasn't going to be a bunch of fucking gloryholes," I said.

"Oh shit," he said, looking around in confusion. "We came in the back way, and I got turned around. The good stuff is on the other side... honest."

Annoyed, I called out loudly to the wall: "How many of you cock suckers are actually girls?" There was no answer.

"They can't answer you, sir," said Steve. "They can't hear you because they're wearing noise canceling earphones and they couldn't answer you anyway because they have dental clamps keeping their mouths open."

"Really?...Why?"

"The girls are fuck-toys sir; we don't want them having conversations with the guests. But I can prove to you they are female if you just step around to the other side of the wall with me."

As I followed him, I saw that the white wall didn't extend all the way to either side of the room. The white vinyl wall was more of a floor to ceiling box about two and a half feet wide and over a dozen long. It sat in the center of a much larger room with plenty of space to walk around from one side to the other. As we turned the corner Steve stepped back to let me take in the view. He was right. It was quite a sight.

Before us were three girls bent sharply over at the waist with their top halves hidden within tight, girl sized holes cut into the white laminate wall. They were positioned with their feet wide and thighs open, held there with leather straps around their ankles and waists to keep them bound in place. Except for the girl on the left, who wore blue fishnet hose, they were nude. The muscles of their ass, thighs and calves stook out in stark relief beneath their tightly stretched skin and the moist inner lips of their vulvas hung from their smoothly hairless pussies in horny anticipation of what was to come. Their pose also held their ass cheeks open, so their dusky puckers were on full view and readily available.

"Holy shit," I said as I gazed down on the three delightfully helpless sluts.

"Take your time looking them over," said Steve. "I gotta get the room ready." He grabbed an armful of supplies and began stocking the little shelves that hung next to each girl with an assortment of lubes, a basket of condoms, a big box of tissues and a couple of markers.

"Are you paying these girls?" I asked as I walked down the line, gazing at the array of six readily available fuck-holes like a pervert in an ass and pussy store.

He laughed. "No need. These sluts are genuine nymphos," he said and slapped the pale, round ass of the girl on the right. She jumped as much as was possible in her restraints, which wasn't much. She began rotating her ass slowly, seemingly desperate for attention.

"She certainly looks eager," I said.

"Oh, she's eager alright. Feel her pussy. I bet she's wet as fuck."

I stepped behind the flawlessly smooth, heart shaped ass of the girl and lightly ran the tip of a fingernail down the crack of her ass from the small of her back to the cleft of her womanhood. She pushed back against her restraints to meet my touch, quivering as my fingertip passed over her asshole. As my hand reached her pussy, I slid my fingers through the velvety folds of her desire-soaked labia. Cupping her vulva in my hand, I could feel the heat from her sex as silky flows of her womanly nectar glazed my palm. When the tips of my fingers began to circle her clit, she gurgled out a cry through her mouth clamp: "Gyuh!"

"Do you think that means 'stop', or 'more please'?" I asked Steve

"Does it matter?" He said and we both laughed.

Entranced, I didn't move my hand at all. I just stood there motionless while the girl rubbed her clitoris against my fingertips as best she could within her limited range of movement. The pale flesh of her ass began to glow with a rosy fire and glisten with sweat, and her body started to tense as she grew closer to climax. I increased the pressure of my fingertips against her clit and began to move them in a contrary motion to her frustrated gyrations. I could hear her groaning through her mouth clamp within the wall.

Steve said something irritably. Distracted by this perfect pussy about to climax in my hand, I had to ask: "Huh?"

"Oh, nothing... I was just asking myself where the fucking portraits are. They should be right here."

"I thought maybe you were telling me I should go ahead and fuck this girl."

"No! I'm not saying that! Wait for the party to start, dude," he said with frustration that was instantly forgotten when he found the box he was looking for. "Oh, here they are!"

I went back to ignoring Steve. As he went down to the far end of the wall to hang a framed picture over the upturned ass of the girl in the blue fishnets, I continued to tickle the clit of the girl on the right. Syrupy strands of her juice dripped from my fingers in glistening threads as she desperately worked to grind against my hand. She was trembling with the gathering power of her approaching climax as I began to tease the rim of her vagina with my thumb while doubling down on my attention to her nub. Rapidly, she began to tremble against her bonds as she shook with the onrush of her orgasm. I could hear her panting loudly within the wall as an explosion of pleasure coursed through her young body. I brought my now-slimy hand to my face and inhaled deeply before taking a delicious, lingering lick across my palm. My erection was straining against my pants with uncomfortable fury. In that moment, I wanted to fuck this ripe little slut more than I've ever wanted anything.

Steve was standing next to me now, watching as the girl sagged with satisfaction as she trembled with the aftershocks of her vivid orgasm. "Can I get past you if you're done," he said impatiently. "I need to finish setting up."

I stepped back feeling excited and horny. I looked over at the other two girls. Steve had hung framed photos of them over their exposed asses. On the right was an attractive, long-faced girl with pink hair looking sultrily at the camera, in the middle was a picture of a dark eyed Hispanic girl with a pixie cut and a supremely horny look in her eye.

Instantly, my heart began to beat irregularly as sweat pooled along my scalp when I recognized the girls who had dropped by our table after dinner to say hi to Bea. Reluctantly, I looked at the photo Steve was hanging over the girl I had just brought to orgasm. It was Bea.

"Cute huh?" said Steve. "She's only eighteen, honest to God."

Unlike the other two girls, who were trying their best to look hot and fuckable in their photos, Bea was just smiling brightly like an excited kid with her freckles bunched together on her scrunched-up nose. I looked from the cute photo of my only child to the disembodied pussy literally dripping with lust and I felt a cold panic engulf me.

I need to get her out of here!

I thought immediately. But...

but

.... An innocent girl tempted into a night of debauchery is an old story on any college campus, hardly worth repeating. But a girl encountering her dad at a frat house basement fuck-line? That's something people would be talking about for years, for

generations

! Several of my biggest business contacts were former frat brothers... word would certainly get to them, and from them to everyone else.... I'd be ruined!

"Eighteen, huh?" I said with a shaky voice as I followed Steve around to the gloryhole side of the wall. Steve hung another set of portraits over the holes as he had on the other side. Pink Hair on the left, Bea on the right. "Isn't she a little young for this kind of thing?"

Steve gave me an are-you-fucking-kidding-me look and laughed. "Don't worry about her. That girl's a natural slut. Can you believe she was a virgin when I met her? It's true. The bloody sheet is upstairs in the trophy room if you want to see it. But she was

eager

to fuck, dude. She let me pop her on the first date. And after that she was ready for anything. Pussy, mouth, ass, she does it all. So, I brought her back here to meet a couple of brothers and we gangbanged her good, three at a time. I just knew we had to share her on the glory wall."

I didn't say anything as I struggled to breathe. My fingernails cut into my palms as my hands bunched into fists. I fought against the urge to punch this daughter-deflowering asshole in the face and not stop punching until I was hitting mush. But even as I fantasized about murdering the kid with my fists, I knew that was never going to happen. Steve was a six-foot three mass of muscles in the prime of his life. I was a middle-aged pervert. And a coward.

We had completed a circuit of the room as we spoke, ending up looking down on Bea's helpless ass sticking out of the glory wall.

"Unfortunately for her, this stupid slut didn't think to wear a butt plug today," said Steve with a chuckle. "So, her ass isn't ready for the traffic it's about to get. She won't be sitting down for a week."

A ball of panic was lodged in my throat as I looked down at my daughter's tight little pucker and imagined it bloody-rimmed and slack after an evening of horny old alumni rough-riding it to climax. Before I knew what I was doing, I was reaching for a bottle of lube and squirting a healthy dollop onto my fingers. Not allowing myself to hesitate, I began to rub the cold gel against Bea's anus. Her body trembled in surprise before she began pushing against my touch, apparently eager for my slimy fingers to pry her open.

"You're a real humanitarian, dude," said Steve as he watched me penetrate Bea's ass with a slimy finger, then two. She pushed back against my digits, willing me deeper inside herself. With my heart hammering in my chest and my trepidation boiling over in my brain, I began penetrating her with three fingers. She moaned deeply as she trembled. Working slowly against the pressure of her sphincter I eased her ass open so that she was ready for any sized cock, in any quantity.

"Fuck, dude, are you going to stick your whole fist in there or what?" asked Steve.

His question was still hanging in the air when the door opened and a couple dozen men started to file in. There were several college-age kids guiding the group, but it was mostly horny middle-aged degenerates like me.

"What the fuck are you doing?" asked one of the college boys when he saw me knuckles deep in Bea's ass. "And why the fuck are you letting him do it?" he asked Steve.

Everyone was giving me a curious look as I stepped away from Bea and joined the group as they gazed at the tempting array of fuckable young holes. A college kid, the frat president, got before us and began to speak like a smarmy politician dedicating a new bridge. He introduced himself, spoke about the worth of lifelong involvement with your college fraternity and the value we bring to future generations with our generous support. Blah, blah, fucking blah. I spent the time scanning the faces of the crowd, trying to see who was eyeing my daughter as I dreaded the end of this kid's speech and the coming sexual tsunami that was about to engulf my little girl.