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Glory Days Glory Holes Ruby Pt 03

Glory Days Glory Holes Ruby Pt 03

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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.

*****

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.

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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?"

"I said thanks."

"Oh, okay." Clearly I was going to have to take the initiative here. "Can I suck your cock?"

"Wow," he said. "That would be great!"

You bet it will, I thought, as his eye disappeared and was replaced with his cock pushing through the hole.

His cock was unexceptional in almost every way except he was uncircumcised. Plenty of guys, I'm sure, are uncut these days. I wouldn't know, guys have long since lost interest in my very willing, but rapidly aging holes. But back in the early '80s, being uncut wasn't that common. And guys weren't necessarily scrupulous about their genital cleanliness as they would be in later years.

So this guy was maybe four or five inches long, with plenty of funk in the trunk, as us girls used to say. He stank to high heaven. But a girl's got to rise to the occasion and I mouthed that entire little stalk, trying to get the noxious head of this guy's cock past my taste buds.

He immediately started fucking my face like a rabbit. Something can be unpleasant, but you can still enjoy another person's enjoyment. That's what I've always said. Happily, I was distracted as Kate's boyfriend gripped my hips more tightly and started grunting his man stuff up my asshole.

"Fucking ass-fucking bitch!" he said, as he emptied his balls into my guts. I couldn't have agreed more.

Just as he was finishing, I got another surprise. The filthy uncircumcised cock in my mouth contracted noticeably and started filling my mouth with bitter ball slop. Like splurt after splurt after splurt of baby seed. This guy was just like my first glory hole guy -- what, thirty minutes before? -- clearly someone who was not getting much, if any, pussy. Just a hair-trigger guy dumping a three-pump load. It was probably just as well. I didn't have to eat as much of whatever filth he had under his foreskin as I would have.

I couldn't move. Kate's boyfriend was still balls deep in my ass, pushing me forward into the wall. So I just sucked and spluttered and swallowed, trying to get it all down. Embarrassingly, like Kate, I honked some of this guy's cum out of my nose.

When he was done, the guy slid his little hooded dick out of my mouth. And then his eye was back at the hole. We looked at each other.

"Thanks," he said.

"Oh, no," I said, "thank you." I grinned weakly. "That was some load."

He beamed with something like pride. I have no doubt, to this day, forty-some years later, that dorky guy still jerks off to this cherished memory. And then he was gone.

But there were still more surprises in store. Kate's boyfriend had extricated himself from my cum-filled asshole. Kate was kneeling before him and was cleaning his cock with her mouth.

I knelt down in the slop on the floor, mouth and ass unoccupied for the moment. I watched Kate stroke her boyfriend's cum-and-poop-sloppy dick in and out of her face.

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"How's my asshole taste?" I asked her again. And again, she couldn't answer because she was sucking dick.

I looked across the booth at Dave and I was relieved to see he was stroking his cock and it was maybe half erect again. I swore to myself that I wasn't leaving this sleazy adult book store without a bellyful of my new boyfriend's sperm. I toddled over to him on my knees through the cum puddles.

"Can I help you with that?" I said.

Dave seemed to consider this request. Then he turned around and pushed his hairy ass in my face. "Lick my asshole," he said.

This was another task I had never encountered before. I was about to embark on a torrid three-week love affair with Dave, and let me tell you, I learned a lot from him. He was indeed the first guy I ever met with a mind filthier than my own. As I've said.

I might even have hesitated for a moment, but a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. I pushed my strawberry bangs aside, gripped his muscular ass cheeks to spread them, and pushed my eager little freckled face forward.

Would it surprise you to find out that Dave probably wasn't the most meticulous guy when it came to wiping his ass? Well, he wasn't. I had quite a bit of cleaning up to do before I would get tongue-deep in his puckered hole. I slathered my tongue in broad sweeps from the back of his ball sack and across his asshole, swiping up rancid dirt and sweat on each pass.

It was just so filthy and pretty hairy in there, too. Now Kate and I both smelled like ass. But Dave was enjoying himself, I knew. He had spread his legs wider and his balls were swinging gently as he pulled on his half-hard horse cock.

When the outer area of Dave's asshole was somewhat cleaner, I squatted back on my heels to rest.

That's when I became aware that there was someone else in the booth with us. It was another schlubby middle-aged guy, this one in a blue work shirt, canvas pants and boots. He looked like he might have just gotten off the night shift at a gas station. His pants were around his knees and he was pulling on a pretty generous-sized dick.

I looked over at Kate. She was still sucking cock and it looked like her boyfriend was getting ready for round two, like Dave. Kate rolled her eyes at me and shrugged her shoulders. What are you gonna do, her expression was meant to say. Or maybe, guys are pigs, I don't know.

I looked up at this new guy and as soon as I did, he stepped forward and started jerking his dick right before my eyes.

Under normal circumstances I would have happily provided a hole for this guy to empty his balls in, but I had my orders from Dave. His asshole was awaiting my tongue. So I left this guy to his own devices and got back to work.

I spread Dave's ass cheeks again and dove in, pushing my squirming tongue up as deep into his asshole as it would go. I was walloped by his stink. I wiggled my tongue up in there and felt his rectum relax. I think I actually heard Dave sigh.

And then there was a commotion out in the hall.

*****

Someone was banging on closed doors along the hallway behind us.

"Dump those loads if you got 'em," a woman's voice called out. Bang, bang. It was the girl from the front register. The manager.

"We're closing up." Bang bang. "Time to grunt 'em out and go."

Kate's boyfriend was plugged into her mouth, his dick hard and upward-curving again. Dave was gently pulling on his fireplug cock while I orally serviced his asshole. Gas Station Guy was pointing his dick at my face and jerking off furiously. He didn't want to miss out on painting me with his slop.

Bang, bang. "Jerk off faster or take those loads home to your wives!" Bang, bang. "We're closing up."

The door to our fuck-film booth swung open and I'm sure we must have presented quite a scene. The manager -- all new wave makeup and flashing green eyes and terrific tits -- gave us the once-over. At that precise moment, Gas Station Guy, jerking off over my head, grunted out his load, striping my hair and forehead with glops of sloppy man seed.

The girl manager waited until he was finished. "Having fun?" she said.

I grinned my best dumb slut grin as anonymous guy slime dribbled down my forehead toward my eyes. "We sure are," I said.

"Good. It's getting late. Time to go soon."

My latest cum donor was already pulling up his pants and slipping through the doorway. The manager girl let the door close and continued down the hallway. "Finish up, guys," she called out. "Five more minutes."

Bang, bang.

"I guess we're done," I said sadly. Cum was oozing down my nose and pooling beneath my eye. I swiped it away and looked up at Dave. His cock was standing straight up and out again, blunt and stupid, well-polished and proud. I guessed I would just have to suck him off in the parking lot.

But I was under-estimating Dave. Something I would soon learn not to do.

"Hang on," Dave said. He pulled up his pants and left the booth.

[END. PART THREE.]

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