No minors are depicted here, everyone is over the age of eighteen and engaging in good, clean, consenting fun. Copyright belongs to the author.
*****
"Oh my god, girl, you ARE a whore."
A term I've never been fond of, as I've said. In all my days of happily servicing big swinging dicks -- days that are gone now that I'm old, sadly -- I never took a single dollar in exchange. But I was in no position to correct Kate as her boyfriend's cock was pushed through the hole in the wall in front of me and pumping away at my face, while my own brand-new boyfriend Dave was pummeling my asshole with his brutal fireplug of a dick.
"Mmmmph," I might have said.
Kate had let the door of the fuck-film booth close behind her and was already stepping out of her tiny shorts. "Fuck, he's enormous!" she said.
I watched out of the corner of my eye approvingly as she knelt down in the slop and slime on the cement floor of the booth. She wasn't going to be finicky, I could see. Just like me.
Up close, I could see she had the lightest little sprinkle of acne across her cheeks. Reddish hands, too, like she might have had a day job in a kitchen. Still, though, I admired her slim figure, her bouncy tits peeking below the hem of that Ramones T-shirt and most especially her long straight black hair. She was prettier than me.
Have I mentioned what that booth smelled like, in the flickering light of the video monitor? It smelled like men yanking on their cocks and dumping their loads on the wall or the floor. It smelled like cocks getting sucked and mens' assholes, too. It was absolutely mesmerizing to a girl like me, just twenty years old, with a lifetime of emptying mens' balls ahead of me. It put me into a kind of trance.
Kate was mesmerized too, I could tell. By my new boyfriend's fat cock plunging in and out of my ravaged asshole. She was kneeling and getting a really close look. "How did you get it in there?" she wondered aloud.
I wasn't sure if she was talking to me or Dave. I might have asked, but I didn't get a chance. Dave slid his squat, blunt pole out of my ass and pushed it toward Kate's face.
"Suck it," he said. I knew already that Dave was a man of few words.
Here again, I looked on in approval as Kate didn't hesitate at all. She opened her mouth wide and engulfed the heavy, wobbling head of Dave's cock. Just mouthing the obscene bell end of it took some effort and she tried valiantly to slide more of it in.
Kate and I were going to get along just fine. She looked ridiculous with that mammoth pole wedged into her face. Now I knew what I had looked like.
I let her boyfriend's long, thin, upward-curved cock slide from my mouth and I giggled. I watched Kate struggle with Dave's preposterous girth.
"How does my asshole taste?" I said, teasingly.
"Mmmmph," she might have said.
Dave's cock was unusually wide but not particularly long, and Kate's nose was soon in his pubic hair, her mouth grotesquely bulging with cock, Dave's heavy balls on her chin. I had to admire Kate's work ethic.
"Suck," Dave said, looking down at her.
It was hard to imagine what more Kate could do for him, besides being a gaping hole for his dick, but she seemed to try. Her eyes looked up at him in distress and her cheeks flexed with effort and saliva leaked from the corner of her mouth. She gagged and swung her tits back and forth becomingly beneath the cropped hem of her Ramones T-shirt. Dave was content to stand there and let her face warm his dick.
I laughed again and turned back to face the hole before me. But now it was just a hole. I peered through it into an empty booth. Then the door to our booth opened and we had another visitor, Kate's boyfriend.
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He hadn't even bothered to pull up his pants. He had just walked over here with his Levis around his thighs and his long thin cock with its precious little froggy head wobbling in front of him.
Now that I got to see him up close, he was kind of cute. Long, slender arms and legs, narrow chest, deep-set eyes and pale blond hair feathered back in pretty much the same haircut as his girlfriend's. What I would think of today as a real '80s guy. Probably a college kid. Unlike greasy, ogre-like Dave in just about every way. Except of course for the load of baby splatter he desperately needed to ejaculate, either in me or on me or both.
I couldn't wait to help him out.
I turned away from him, put both my hands on the wall before me and leaned forward. I looked over my shoulder and wiggled my bare shapely ass at him.
"Do me in my ass," I said. "No pussy." My most precious hole was usually off-limits to crappy condoms, which usually tore or slipped off anyway, while the pill fucked with my hormonal health, as I've said. For that night at least, I was strictly a two-hole cock-servicing station.
This guy, whose name I would never learn, didn't seem to mind. I was still lubed up from taking Dave's outsized horse cock and my asshole was probably gaping open like a barn door. He slid right in, pretty pleased with himself, and got to work.
Is there anything nicer than men hard at work, pursuing their number one priority in life, which is pumping sleazy cock slime into the holes of women? I don't think so. All these years later, I miss it so.
The video screen in the booth abruptly went dark and Dave, still balls deep in Kate's mouth, had to reach down and pull a few bills from his pants around his knees and get it started again. The screen popped back to life and some dumb cock whore was taking it up the ass while another woman fucked her face mercilessly with a strap-on sex toy. A huge rubber dick. This being 1982, and me being a fresh-faced twenty-year-old, this sight was new and interesting to me. Imagine fucking some skank's blowjob face with an appendage you couldn't even feel. It seemed like a uniquely filthy and degrading idea.
Meanwhile, Kate's boyfriend was enthusiastically plundering my asshole. His was certainly not the first cock up there, but it was unusual. He was long and thin, as I've said, and also curved upward like a banana. So it wasn't uncomfortable at all, but I could feel the head of his cock thumping around against my insides. It was a funny feeling. I hoped he would cum in my asshole.
But of course I had other tasks to attend to. I was bent over with my hands propping me up against the side wall of the booth to give easy access to my asshole. On the other side of the wall was the booth that Kate and her boyfriend had vacated to join me and Dave. The hole had been a little empty circle of dim hallway light before, but now it was dark. And then it was lit with the stark white light of a video playing on the other side.
I bent further over and peeked through the hole. There was a guy standing in there alone, intently watching the screen. He was on the heavy side, maybe in his late thirties, wearing both blue jeans and a jean jacket, the way people did in the '80s. I should say that there were no seats in any of these booths, the way there would be in later years. The booths were empty except for the video screen and the bill slot, some light-up buttons, and a cum-covered cement floor.
This guy seemed to have no idea I was watching him. He fumbled with his pants, pulled his dick out, and started gently stroking it. It wasn't a big dick -- it was pretty small actually -- but I'd never seen a guy watch porn and jerk off before. Again, video porn wasn't widely available before 1982. It was fascinating. I was genuinely enjoying this guy's private cock-stroking moment while I was getting absolutely railed up the ass.
Behind me, someone started coughing and spluttering violently. I turned away from the hole and saw that Dave had his big filthy hands in Kate's hair and was gripping her head tightly. He was thrusting his extra-wide cock in and out of Kate's face roughly and obviously pumping a super-sized load of sour baby batter into her belly. Kate was just trying to hang on and not drown in cock spew.
I was glad for Kate but also a little disappointed. Here Dave was my special new boyfriend and some other whore was savoring Dave's slimy cock mess before I had even had the honor. Dave kept his tight hold on Kate's head and rested his cock in her mouth, seemingly enjoying watching her try to swallow and breathe. Eventually, he slowly withdrew his cock. When Kate could breathe again, she hacked and coughed and cum actually ran down out of her nose. Dave calmly wiped his dick clean in her long beautiful black hair.
I have to admit I was jealous.
*****
But a woman's work is never done.
Kate's boyfriend was still vigorously fucking my asshole and Mr. Jeans and Jean Jacket on the other side of the booth wall had finally noticed my presence. When I looked down, he was peeking up at me through the hole.
"Hi, honey," I said. I grinned down at him.
"Hi," he said. I could see he was going to be a shy one.
I leaned further forward, keeping my hands on the wall, preventing Kate's boyfriend from rocking my head into the flimsy plywood barrier. I was eye to eye with my new neighbor now.
"I saw your cock before. It's nice."
This new guy said something, but I didn't quite hear it.
"I'm sorry," I said, "but I'm getting absolutely reamed up the asshole right now. What did you say?"
