Although Jeanette Patterson loves sucking cocks, she wants to avoid having a reputation as a slut who likes to suck cocks. That might seem to some people to be a contradiction, but she has no problem with the concept. In order to do what she revels in doing without having anybody know about it, she goes to the locker room area of a gymnasium in the local community college where she is a sophomore. There, she sits on a toilet in the rest room, divests herself of her bra and dress or skirt or jeans, and sometimes more than that, and hangs some of them on a hook on the inside of the door. Naked as she wants to be, she waits for men beside a hole that has been cut in the partition dividing the last stall in the women's area and the first one in the adjacent men's room.
She doesn't usually have to wait very long because most of the male students are aware of the glory hole and know there are women who go there and wait for stiff cocks to be poked through the opening in the partition, where they sit and wait. Years ago, the gym was used for intercollegiate sports but, after the college began fielding both men's athletic teams and women's, a new building was erected. The old gym, which was then used for physical education classes and the locker room, which had been used only by men, was divided into one for men and one for women.
The installed partition was plywood and a toilet stall was left on either side. Shortly after the remodeling, some enterprising person had cut a round hole between the stalls and they became a popular place for anonymous encounters between women who favor impersonal sexual trysts and men who share that preference.
On this particular day, Jeanette had gone to the glory hole and removed her shirt and bra and hung them on the hook inside the door. After that, she removed her jeans, folded them to form a thin cushion and placed them in front of the hole. When she was ready, she draped a strip of toilet paper between her stall and the one next to her. That was a signal to any man in the other stall that somebody next door wanted to suck him off. With everything ready, she sat on the commode and waited, hoping for a well-hung horny man, preferably black, to come along and offer her his stiff dick.
She got exactly what she wanted. At first, Jeanette thought some joker was poking a black dildo through the hole, because it was bigger and darker than any she had ever seen. But, except for its massive size, it looked real so she gently took hold of the base with her fingertips. The cock felt like the real article and seemed to be throbbing in her hand, which felt good, and she also relished the contrast of the extreme darkness of the shaft and the big, purplish head in her pale white hand.
The sensation was even better when she knelt on her folded jeans, leaned forward and started licking the underside of the huge cock or dildo or whatever it was. Jeanette quickly proved to herself it was the real thing when she felt it growing even bigger and harder under her ministrations. After a few long, slow strokes with her tongue, she pulled her face back, smiled lewdly at the massive treat that awaited her and daintily prodded the slit on the end with the tip of her tongue.
"Mmmmm," came the disembodied voice from the other side of the partition.
