Glory Days Glory Holes Ruby Pt 04

No minors are depicted here, everyone is over the age of eighteen and engaging in good, clean, consenting fun. Copyright belongs to the author.

*****

I see it's time to wrap up my sordid and filthy tale.

When Dave got back to our fuck-film booth, he found Kate and me on our knees applying our slutty faces to each side of her boyfriend's cock. That guy was living his best life, sliding that long upward-curving prong between two sets of eager lips.

"Alright," Dave said, "here we go." The booth was dark at this point; the video screen had eaten all of Dave's dollars. Dave snatched our two discarded skirts off the floor.

"Come on." He disappeared again, this time with our skirts.

Kate and I looked at each other over the top of her boyfriend's sloppy, engorged cock. Where were we supposed to go? Kate was wearing just her micro-cropped Ramones T-shirt and a pair of low-top Converse sneakers. She had apparently arrived at SinSations Adult Club & Retail with just the skirt, no panties. No bra, obviously. She, unlike me, had known exactly where she was going earlier in the evening.

My panty hose were a shredded mess on the floor. I was wearing a push-up bra, no shoulder straps, beneath an oversized T-shirt, off the shoulder in the '80s way, with an MTV Music Television logo. It was 1982, after all. Also a pair of modest white Keds lace-ups on my feet.

Where were we supposed to go?

I got up off my knees and peeked out the door of the booth. The hallway was empty and dimly lit, but a few of the booths were still bathed in a flickering light from the video monitors.

Where was Dave? Was he out in the parking lot? Was he driving away? I was half-naked without a dollar on me. I had been at a fraternity mixer an hour ago.

I tiptoed out into the hall between the booths like a dumb, half-naked, cum-covered slut. Which, in fact, I was. It's funny where life can take you sometimes. I approached the doorway to the brightly lit retail area of the establishment. I parted the curtain and looked up at the raised register area.

"Hey, honey," the manager said. "Come on out. Don't be shy."

I think I've mentioned that this manager was a little intimidating. Perfect hair, slim and sexy, arresting green eyes, nice boobs. Also, let's face it, not wearing loads of cum in her hair and sporting a gaped-out asshole.

"Enrique!" she called out. "Turn off the sign and lock the door! We're closing up!"

There was a squeaking, scraping sound off to the left, near the front door. A little Hispanic guy appeared from an alcove, pushing a metal bucket on wheels with a mop standing up out of it. "Si, si, senorita," he said, "bueno."

"Hey, come on, we're going shopping."

I turned and looked out into the store area. To my vast relief, Dave was standing there, greasy filthy-minded ex-army guy of my dreams, holding two skirts. He tossed them onto a table covered with shrink-wrapped porn magazines.

"You guys got twenty, thirty minutes," the pretty manager said. "Once Enrique's done mopping out the booths, you gotta go." As she was saying this, one of the patrons came out of the booth area behind me. Unlike most of the guys I'd seen up until then, he was actually good-looking. Twentyish and slender, blond and blue-eyed and clean-cut in a surfer-dude way.

I reached down instinctively and covered my bare pussy with one hand. And then I thought, what am I doing?

"Door's locked," the manager said to this new guy. "Go buy something."

Meanwhile, Dave had walked up to me and grasped me by the left tit. He pulled me over to the side of the store where several rows of dildos were hanging from hooks in the wall. "Pick one out," he said.

Well, it was certainly weird to be standing in the midst of a sex toy shop, naked from the waist down, self-consciously wiping at the cum on my forehead. Surfer Dude behind me, I'm sure, was enjoying the view of my ass. I tried to focus my attention on the wares on display.

You young girls today, you're spoiled by a huge variety of pussy and asshole toys of all sizes and shapes and specifications, precision-designed to help you cum in countless ways. Back in 1982, dildos were big clumsy rubber things and vibrators had one setting, which I remember as "off-balance-washing-machine" mode.

But I digress.

Dave clearly wanted to investigate my most precious hole, and if he couldn't cram his blunt stupid fireplug cock up into it, a toy was going to have to do. In subsequent years, I grew more keen on grunting out my own orgasms with men, but when I was twenty years old, I was perfectly happy to just do mouth and ass. I don't think I'd ever even cum from vanilla vaginal sex at that time.

I looked skeptically at the toys on sale, thinking I'd much rather be sucking Dave's super-wide dong again. Even right out there on the retail floor. By this time, two more guys had come out of the back booth area. One guy, the inevitable dirty old man, gray-haired and saggy-pantsed, and a shy college kid with a boner in his pants I could see from twenty feet away.

"Door's locked," the manager said again. "I'll let you out after I count the register. Buy a fuck magazine or something." Those fuck magazines, by the way, were slick little twenty-page things that were always shrink-wrapped. God forbid the mob guys who ran these places should let anyone leaf through a stroke mag without paying for it.

But again, I'll stop digressing. Those were great days, what can I say? Porn is so ubiquitous now, on every smartphone. You young girls don't know how exotic and exciting it was back in the day.

Anyway, I wasn't seeing any big rubber toy I wanted up my pussy. The Punisher. The Subjugator. King Cock Dominator. Stupidly big dongs of little interest. What I really wanted was Dave's sloppy load, like the one that was already in Kate's belly.

And then I saw a toy that drew my attention. It wasn't just a big rubber dick. It was a strap-on, a dick attached to a harness, like the one I had seen in the last booth video. I thought again about that degrading notion of a girl face-fucking another girl with a stupid rubber appendage that didn't even feel like anything. Just pummeling another girl's face for the sheer dumb entertainment value.

I looked over my shoulder. The dirty old man and the boner-wielding college kid were thumbing through the racks of fuck mags, pretending not to watch me and my exposed bare ass. Dave still had a grip on my left tit. He gave it a vicious squeeze.

"Pick one," he said.

"This one," I said. Like everything else in the store, it was enclosed in an armor of thick anti-theft plastic casing. I lifted it off the hook in the wall and handed it to Dave.

Dave set the toy down and pulled a roll of bills from his pants pocket. He peeled off a hundred. Then he reached out and swooped my MTV T-shirt up and over my head. "Take your bra off," he said.

I glanced at the other two guys in the store and then reached behind myself, undoing the hooks of my bra. I let my tits swing free and gave them a sexy little swing back and forth. At that same moment, Kate and her boyfriend emerged from the booth area. The boyfriend checked out my naked tits and swept Kate's Ramones T-shirt off of her. Now we were both naked except for our sneakers.

Dave handed me my obscene fuck toy and the hundred. "Go buy it," he said.

*****

Kate was looking nervously at the guys, now four of them counting Dave, in the store area. Just like me, she reflexively covered her bare pussy with one hand. And again, just like me, she must have figured, what the fuck, and let her hand drop to her side.

I hadn't noticed it in the dark video booth, but I could see now that Kate had a luxuriant black bush between her legs. You girls today, god forbid you should go out on a date with a single short hair between your legs, but this wasn't the case in 1982. Meticulous pussy shaving didn't really get started until mainstream porn became more commonly available in the late '80s and early '90s.

So anyway, Kate was sporting a black forest down there, in keeping with her long beautiful black hair that reached down almost to her waist. And me? I was merely a humble redhead, pale and thicker in the hips than Kate, with smaller boobs and the tiniest thin strawberry wisp of hair in a notch above my cunt.

I felt a little inferior to Kate, to be honest. But I hoped I could make up the difference by being sluttier.

*****

Dave gave me a sharp slap on my naked ass and I tiny-stepped to the register with my new toy. I reached up and placed it on the counter, along with the bill Dave had given me. I could feel the eyes of the guys behind me on my back.

I was just a girl purchasing a comically huge strap-on rubber dong. Nothing to see here, haha.

The manager looked down at me from her high perch with her daunting green eyes.

"Find everything you were looking for?" she said. She rang the register, made change, and held it out to me.

"Oh, no," I said. "Keep it." I wasn't sure what arrangement Dave had made with this girl to let us stay in the store after it closed. And Dave wouldn't miss the change from his hundred anyway.

She was sizing me up, a little shrewdly I thought. She reached behind herself and plucked a tissue from a box. She held it out to me. "You have cum on your forehead," she said.

I laughed out loud. Of course I do, I thought. And all over my hair as well. I took the tissue and dabbed at my forehead. "Did I get it?"

She took the tissue from my hand, swept it across my hairline, and tossed it into what must have been a wastebasket at her feet. "Can I assume that you would like this item opened?" she said.

"Oh, wow, that would be great!"

This girl clearly knew what was on the agenda. She pulled out a drawer beneath the register and extracted a complicated-looking tool, which turned out to be designed to unseal the anti-theft plastic casing around my new toy. She held up the preposterous rubber dick on its strap, looked at me, looked back at the toy.

"Think it'll fit?" she asked.

"Oh, I'll make it fit," I assured her.

She was still holding the toy, looking down at me, sizing me up. She set the unwrapped toy on the counter. Then she reached back down into the drawer and pulled out a business card. She turned it over, wrote something on it, and held it out to me.

It was a heavy-stock card and textured, which was unusual in those days. Fancy. On the front, it said simply Rachel's, with an address and a phone number. I turned the card over. In neat pink script was the manager's name, Cindi. There was a little heart over the i.

"It's a private club," Cindi said. "It's open one day, the third Thursday of each month. You'll need to show that card to get past the gate."

"Oh wow," I said again. "Thank you! Are you a member?"

"No," Cindi said. "I work the bar. But that card will get you in." She handed me my huge rubber fuck toy, and leaning a little closer down to me, said quietly, "Leave the boyfriend at home."

And that's how I became a visitor, and eventually a member, of the very exclusive and very private sex club Rachel's. But that, I guess, is a story for another day.

I didn't have any place to put that business card. I was wearing just a pair of sneakers, so I tucked it between two bottles of lube beside the register where I could retrieve it later.

"Go get 'em, girl," Cindi said.

I turned around, clasping my dumb rubber cock to my chest, and saw Kate already on her knees, her mouth ridiculously engorged with my boyfriend Dave's cock. Her own boyfriend had her long beautiful black hair wrapped around his fist, which was pulling on his upward-swooping cock. The three other guys had gathered close around and were watching intently. One of them, the dirty old man, already had his cock out of his pants and was jerking on it.

"Don't you dare cum in that girl's mouth!" I yelled at Dave. "That load is mine!"

*****

But I needn't have worried.

Dave pulled his cock from Kate's mouth and raised her to her feet by grasping one of her big tits and yanking her upward.

"Put that stupid thing on her," he said to me.

I studied the toy in my hands, trying to figure it out. The cock part was simple enough, just twelve inches of sturdy rubber, absurdly thick around, like Dave's cock. I separated the straps and saw there were three, two meant to wrap around the waist and another that went down, around and up. The connections were velcro fasteners; this was definitely primitive '80s technology.

Kate was leering at me. "Put it on me, bitch," she said. I had already sensed that she had more adult book store experience than I had.

As it turned out, it fit a lot more snugly than I would have thought. Kate helped me with it. The long velcro extensions around the waist wrapped tightly and were surprisingly sturdy, so much so that the third strap, across Kate's pussy and ass, hardly seemed necessary. When we were done, Kate had herself a big foolish slab of cock, which she waved back and forth before herself.

"Fuck her face with it," Dave said.

Kate didn't need any more encouragement. She grabbed me by my shoulders and pushed me down to my knees.

"Suck it, you stupid cockhole," she said, looking down at me. I couldn't help but think back to a few minutes before, when I had peeked through the booth glory hole at her and she had looked so sweet and friendly.

There was something uniquely degrading about being face-fucked by another girl wearing a rubber toy that didn't even feel like anything. It was hard to get my mouth around the sheer rubber width of that thing. And once I did, I realized something else, something that I probably already knew.

Women can be more cruel to other women than men are to women. And men can be pretty cruel. Kate just loved reaming my face with that obscene object. The cock part of it was realistic, with a bulbous head and a long, thickly veined shaft and even two low-hanging testicles. She was just jamming that thing into my face.

How much of a humiliated spectacle was I? Well, the dirty old man who already had his dick out was pretty impressed. He stepped forward and immediately started jerking his geriatric load of sperm onto my fake-dick-sucking face. Just really letting go. He had a surprising amount of sour-smelling baby slop for an old man.

Kate laughed out loud. "Cum on this fucking bitch," she said. "Make her wear it."

The two strangers still in the store didn't need much encouragement. The surfer dude and the college kid with the obvious boner were already fumbling their dicks out of their pants. And of course Dave and Kate's boyfriend were ready to empty their balls again, too.

I was still gagging on rubber dick, a new load of nut slipping down my forehead. And then Dave stage-managed us again.

"You," he said to Kate, "get down on the floor on your back."

She looked a little disappointed; she had been really happy face-fucking me. But who was she to say no? She pulled her rubber dick out of my mouth and laid down on the rough carpet on the floor, her dumb fake dick pointing straight up.

"Get on it," Dave said to me.

Now it was my turn to be in charge. Suddenly here was an opportunity to grind my most precious hole on some stupid bitch. I was wet and gaping and ready to go. I straddled Kate and grabbed that rubber dick. Wide as it was, it slid right in and I was face to face with Kate, tits to tits, my cunt filled to the brim.

Of course, Dave wasn't going to just be a spectator.

He walked around behind me and immediately I felt the enormous head of his cock at my back door. I obligingly tilted my ass up while still grinding my cunt on the base of Kate's new appendage. I was sure my asshole was still gaping comically wide, and it was still slippery with lube and Kate's boyfriend's cum. Still, I gasped as Dave pushed all the way in, his heavy girth stretching my asshole to its limit.

Kate grinned up at me. Our faces were a few inches apart. Her eyes, I saw, were a very pretty gray. Though she did have that light spray of acne across her nose and cheeks.

"That's it, you dumb bitch," she said. "Take it up the ass. You ass-fucking whore."

I was beginning to wonder how much of this was sexy talk and how much was real animosity.

"You gonna take that shit from her?" Dave asked from behind me.

Well, I thought, I'm taking it from you. Right up the ass. The colossal real cock and the rubber one were competing with each other to rearrange my insides. My pussy was leaking its sweet slime as I rubbed my engorged clit on the base of the toy.

"Spit on her face," Dave said.

No matter how horny and filthy things ever got, Dave always had some new wrinkle to add. Our relationship would last just three weeks, after which he would break my heart, but in that time I learned so much from him.

I hocked up a big gross loogie and spat it right in Kate's pretty face. She winced as my spit ran down off her nose and across her cheek. I wanted to admire my artwork and maybe add more spit to it, but somebody grabbed my hair and raised my head up. Kate's boyfriend was kneeling in front of me with his long, hard cock wobbling in my face. I opened my mouth and it slid right in.

Three holes, three cocks. I was, as you young people say today, airtight.

The college kid with the obvious hard-on that was now freed from his pants must have been enjoying the show. He knelt down beside Kate's face and started yanking his dick frantically. It wouldn't take long, I knew.

Kate's boyfriend was still pumping his cock in and out of my face, but I tilted my head sideways a bit so I could watch. Oh, those lovely young college boys. I miss them so. This one just kept cumming and cumming. When he was done, flicking the last milky drips onto her, Kate was a ridiculous mess. Virile young sperm running down off her face in every direction. What an amazing load.

Her left eye was glued shut and slime was running down into her ear. I chortled around her boyfriend's cock. I didn't care; I was grinding my cunt on that fat rubber sex toy. Dave was reaming my asshole, intent on emptying his balls. The college boy wiped his dick clean in Kate's gorgeous black hair and got up off his knees.

As soon as he did so, the last guy, the surfer dude, took his place. He had an interesting cock. Red and angry-looking with a weird left hook to it at the end. All guys' cocks are different. The ways they jerk off are different, too. This guy cupped his balls in one hand and started rubbing his dick in a little circular motion.

I let Kate's boyfriend slip out of my mouth and started tugging him gently, so I could watch this guy's little circles. In no time at all, surfer dude was unloading filthy cock spew directly into Kate's open, gasping mouth. Watching splurt after splurt of bitter man slime fill Kate's mouth pushed me right over the edge.

Impaled on rubber dick, the grotesque head of which was crammed perilously close to my cervix, I started to cum. I reached down and pushed three fingers into Kate's cum-filled mouth and just absolutely blew my girly load. My poor previously neglected pussy clenched frantically around that rubber cock and I grunted out a long, shivering orgasm.

As soon as I finished, Kate's boyfriend punched his cock back into my mouth. Denied for just a few seconds, he was all business now. He grabbed the top of my head and wrapped his other hand around the bottom of my chin and used me like a hole in the wall. That goddamn upward-curving banana. He'd already cum in my asshole and he was ready to go again.

And that's what he did. I was still gripping that rubber dick with my pussy, sliding and thrusting, when he started filling my mouth, his balls quivering on my chin, his cock shuddering in my mouth. It was the second load he had given me and so a little lesser in volume, but still bitter and gross.