(Author's Note: All characters in this story are at least eighteen years old.)
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The skin of Alice's knees felt abraded on the chilly sidewalk outside of Ismail's Tea House. There was snow on the ground and her heavycoat had spread apart where she knelt in front of Derek. She now had his cock deep in her throat, after several minutes of sucking. For the first time ever, she had been able to work its fat head into her esophagus. Streams of saliva dripped down her chin, onto the freezing ground. She heard the front door to the tea house open, and footsteps belonging to two people approach.
"Hey, Daphne..." Derek said to one of them, between groans, "could ya do me a favor...?"
Jon, who was walking with Daphne, shot Derek an annoyed glance. Derek responded with a shrug.
"What?" Daphne said, her flat tone managing to convey both disinterest and impatience all at once.
"Ooh," Derek moaned, as Alice bobbed her head faster.
'Chatting up Miss Personality here? While I'm fucking blowing him!' she thought. Her hands momentarily let go of Derek's butt and came to rest on her heavy bosom. Like the majority of men she knew, Derek seemed to find Daphne's handful-sized tits exotic, compared to Alice's large ones. He had yet, in fact, to so much as touch her there, whereas he seemed unable to keep his hands off of Daphne's sleek chest.
"Uh..." Derek said. "I was wondering if... you'd come to a club... with me?"
'He's asking her on a fuckin' date?' Alice and Jon both thought, in unison, albeit unknowingly.
"You asking me on a date?"
"No!" Derek said, then paused as Alice flicked her tongue along the bottom of his shaft. "Founders!" he said, then groaned. "I just... it's hard to get in... takes hours and hours... if at all... unless you bring... someone."
"Which club is this?"
"It's -- fuck -- it's... oh shit!" Derek was about to cum. Alice was furiously attempting to distract him, pushing her face all the way forward and licking his scrotum with the tip of her tongue. "It's... called... 'Glory Hallelujah'." Then Derek threw his head back and came down Alice's throat. It was the first time for her to have semen skip her mouth, and she coughed and spluttered. A thread of white fluid emerged from her left nostril.
'He's asking her to a pervy club, while he cums in my fucking throat!' Alice thought.
"What kinda club is that?" Daphne said.
"Glory holes," Derek said. His words barely croaked out. He was bent forward, hands on thighs. "Thanks, Allie," he said, to the woman on her knees in front of him.
"What are glory holes?" Daphne said.
"Are you kidding?" Alice said, unable to keep exasperation out of her voice. "It's where guys you can't see stick their dicks through a hole in the wall, and you have to suck them off from the other side."
"Huh," Daphne said. She paused for a moment. Derek looked at her, hopefully. Jon also looked hopefully at her, although with a different hope in mind. Alice, feeling envious of Derek's interest in Daphne, repeated several phrases to herself, tamping down the jealous thoughts and regaining a sense of calm. Daphne said, at last, "What's in it for me?"
Derek was ready for this. "I'd take some of your shifts?"
"How many?" Daphne did not, in fact, care to have any shifts taken from her. There was not much going on in her life outside of work. However, she felt like it was bad form not to haggle.
"Three?"
'He's like the worst negotiator ever,' Alice thought.
"Five," Daphne said. She considered it likely that she wouldn't end up taking Derek up on any part of his offer, anyway.
'And so is she,' Alice thought. Her tongue swept the inside of her mouth to clean out any remaining cum. She noticed that Jon's face fell when he heard Daphne's answer.
"Deal," Derek said. "Tomorrow night work for you?"
A voice at the back of her head told Daphne she should get more details about what exactly she'd be signing up for by going to Glory Hallelujah. 'Aw, whatever,' she thought, and nodded in assent. The sooner this conversation was over, the sooner she could get home and continue reading. She was a little over half-way into Odysseus, her ninth time through. Every time she re-read the novel, she discovered what seemed like a thousand things she had missed before.
Alice was about to get up from the frigid ground when a man she didn't know walked up.
"Open up, please," he said. His tone was polite.
As the man roughly pushed his cock past her lips, another passer-by stopped to get behind him, patiently waiting his turn. Alice did not get home for another hour.
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Sylvie could feel Marcus' dick softening inside her again. 'No way I'm letting him out until I've banged him again!' she thought. She raised her head from where she had been nuzzling his neck, and put her hands to either side of his head.
"Sweetie, I wish you could feel what I feel, it's like nothing in this world."
"What I'm feeling is pretty amazing, aunt-- Syl. But, um, I don't know how to say this, I kinda need to pee."
"Hmm," Sylvie said, unable to keep an edge from her tone. She considered asking him to pee inside her, but opted against that; it would make too big of a mess on the bed. "Okay, we can go, but carry me to the urinarium."
"You mean carry you while I'm still... in you?"
"With your cock balls deep in my pussy? Yes, sweetie. Don't whine; you're a strong young man!" she said, as she rubbed his pectorals. Marcus laced his hands behind his aunt's back, then levered himself into a sitting position. She wrapped her legs around him, and he swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up. Although flaccid, his dick was buried so far inside of Sylvie that, despite all their gyrations, it never came close to sliding out. "Nice job, Marcus!" she said, and kissed him deeply.
Marcus stood up. With his aunt wrapped tightly around him, it was surprisingly easy to support her weight. The Provincial diet could be described as Spartan, at best, and neither of the pair had excess body fat.
"Um, auntie," Marcus said, after a few beats. "What's a urinarium?"
"Did you see the room with a hole in the floor?"
He did remember the odd bathroom, so began making their way over there, again surprised at how easy it was to walk around with his aunt impaled on his dick. Sylvie pressed her boobs into his chest and rested her head on his shoulder. She nuzzled his neck and began the process of giving him a hickey. He could feel her erect nipples against his bare pectorals.
"There are a few things I should explain about urinaria," Sylvie said, once they entered the room. "Can you hold it a bit longer?" Then, with a smile, she added, "And me?"
"I can hold you, no problem, but I don't think my, uh, bladder can hold out any more."
"No problem, sweetie, I'll get off. Don't start peeing though." Sylvie levered herself up, and his dick finally slipped past her vaginal opening with a loud plopping noise. "Don't pee yet!" she said, as she stood up and stretched. She could not help but smile as she took mental stock of the state of her vagina. It had a wholly unfamiliar feeling of having been stretched -- every so slightly -- beyond its natural capacity. Despite the mild soreness, a thrill of pleasure shot through her torso as she savored the novel sensation.
"Is it bad if I splash?" Marcus said. He was looking at the small hole in the porcelain inlay on the floor; there wasn't a wall mounted urinal in the room. "Not sure my aim's that good."
"Don't worry, sweetie, you don't need to aim." His aunt had a wicked grin.
"We'll just wash it down later?" Marcus gestured at a hose, similar to the one in the ablution room, coiled on a hook on the wall.
"No, I mean I'm the one who needs to aim, not you. Don't worry, I have a lot of practice!" With that, his aunt took his cock in one hand and pulled gently, leading him close to the hole, so that he was almost standing directly over it. She bent it downwards at a sharp angle and said, "Any time, sweetie."
Marcus' dick would have gotten hard if he had not just cum inside his aunt. Even soft, it took about thirty seconds to start to go. He wasn't used to urinating in this position, let alone with someone else holding his dick. Instinctively, he reached down as the clear, mostly odorless fluid began to shoot out, but his aunt swatted his hand away playfully.
"Marcus, you're never to touch your penis while you're peeing," Sylvie said, gently but firmly. To Marcus' surprise, her aim had been spot on; even the initial stream had hit the target. After about twenty seconds, the flow began to slow, and he could see why his aunt had set him up above the hole. Only a few clear drops hit the ridged porcelain platform that surrounded the opening. Sylvie squeezed his cock with practiced ease, using both hands to work from the base to the tip. A few more beads of liquid came out.
