AUTHOR = Shakespeare I. Aint
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Joe walked out of the bathroom and lingered some more in the lobby. Several men came in, but Joe instinctively knew better than to ask them. They went into the bathroom and came out never knowing a woman was in the fourth stall, dying for someone to pleasure. One had entered the second stall and had taken a healthy shit while Joe stood by and Mary cringed in her stall, hardly daring to breathe. This had happened before. After he finally left, Joe went back out into the lobby. Finally, two guys approached, one twice the age of the other. Joe had watched them jump out of an eighteen wheeler parked out in the darkness of the parking lot. They were laughing and joking as they made their way into the Men's bathroom. Father and Son? Joe followed them in. They stood at the urinals and made their water.
Mary heard the two enter, laughing and having a good time. She heard them piss and heard the roar of the powerful flushing mechanisms. She gasped when she heard Joe's voice. Approaching both of them?
"You guys together?" Joe asked, standing at the sinks. The older guy, probably in his late forties, looked at him and nodded brusquely. He'd probably seen everything at the truck stops and rest areas in his time. The younger man, in his early twenties, watched alertly, waiting for signals from his father about how he should act.
"My wife is in the end stall over there," Joe pointed. "She'd like to give you two a blowjob or something, if you want." He let the words hang.
"She any good-looking?" the younger one popped out jokingly.
His father looked blankly at him for a second and then faced Joe. "He don't mean nothing, Mister. Your wife wants to give blowjobs?"
"Yes," Joe answered, keeping his face and voice as neutral as possible.
"How much?"
"It's free," Joe replied.
"You a cop?" the older trucker asked.
"No, we're not cops," Joe answered uneasily.
The older trucker looked back at the younger one. "What do you say, boy? Interested?"
The younger trucker looked gravely back. "Yeah, that might be fun."
"And we don't go telling no stories when we get home? Your Ma don't have to know and your girl don't find out neither, right?"
"Right," the young trucker promised.
The older guy turned to Joe. "We'll take a piece of that, partner."
Mary listened in her stall. Two men at once! A father and son! She got off the toilet and knelt on her kneeling pad in front of her gloryhole.
Joe led the two back to the third stall. The guys looked sheepish, neither one wanting to go first. Joe opened the fourth stall just a crack and looked at Mary. She glanced up at him, her face excited.
"How about one in the hole and one in here, Joe?" she whispered.
Joe nodded. "How about you go into that stall," he pointed out the third stall to the younger man, "and you go in there with her," he suggested to the older man. "And if anyone comes in, you guys just freeze. Don't make a sound, okay?"
They nodded somberly and made their way into the stalls.
Mary smiled nervously up at the older man as he entered her stall. He was tall and whipcord thin, wearing Levi pants and cowboy boots. Carhart jacket and a standard baseball hat with the name of a truck stop embroidered on it. He got behind Mary, standing between her legs on the floor. Mary got up off her knees. The trucker would need her to lean over. As she stood, a long thin white pecker came through her hole. The cock of the son. It was hard as a rock, jutting up obscenely at her.
Mary placed her hands on the wall and put her mouth over the cock and moaned. Already she was heating up again. She felt the older man position himself behind her and flip her short skirt up onto her back, exposing her hindquarters. As she engulfed the son's cock, she heard the father undoing his belt and unzipping himself. A moment later, his pants were down at his ankles and he grasped her hips as she sucked his son. The father's penis nudged insistently at the outside of her pussy and then, finding her pussy, pushed itself inside her. Mary groaned around the cock in her mouth. So good.
Joe watched from outside the stall for a few moments and then fished the Polaroid out of the stall with his foot. He framed the shot of his wife being boned by the father while she sucked the son through the hole in the wall. He took the shot. The flash exploded in the stall and the two cocks invading his wife froze for a moment.
"Don't worry guys. She just likes the pictures," Joe explained.
The two men resumed inside of Mary.
Mary felt the father driving into her from behind. It felt like his cock was as long as his son's and wider yet. He filled her good, bumping up against her butt cheeks as he took his pleasure in her. Mary licked, sucked and teased the son's cock, her head occasionally bumping lightly against the wall from the father's thrusts behind her. She loosened up her throat and let the young penis all the way into her mouth. She buried the young man in her warm mouth. Right up to his balls, which dangled lewdly on her chin. The young man was doing some moaning of his own.
They continued at a rapid pace for the next three minutes, the only sounds in the room the harsh breathing of the two men, the wet sucking that Mary performed, and the squishy sound of her pussy being pummeled by the father's cock. Joe watched, his penis rock-hard inside his pants. He rubbed it a little. This was the worst part -- the guilty excitement he felt watching his wife go at it with other men. It didn't seem right but, Lord, it made him stiff.
The younger man's hands reached up and grasped the top of the stall walls. "I'm ready, ma'am. I'm ready!"
Joe got the camera ready again. Mary pulled her mouth off the boy, and stroked his wet penis quickly and firmly, bending it down a little to her face.
"Come on, cum for me. In my face," she coaxed him.
The old guy let up a minute behind her to peer over her back. Mary stroked the gloryhole cock as the young man began to squirt his semen. The first blast struck her hair and dripped richly down her forehead. The flash of the Polaroid went off. The second squirt caught her right on her mouth and cheeks. Mary moved in closer and the rest of his ejaculation hit her neck and shoulders and leaked down onto her chest. When his shower was over, Mary took him back into her mouth. His cum tasted rich and slightly tangy. Exquisite. She sucked him gently until he was too sensitive to continue.
He backed off and said, "Okay, that's fine ma'am, I'm done."
He pulled back out of the hole. Mary rested her splattered face against the wall as the father took back up his duties in her pussy. He wasn't long. Now that her face was away from the hole in the wall he pounded away in her pussy.
"Okay, okay, here it comes. Here it comes...." he grunted.
Mary stood up, the father's cock pulling out of her. She whirled around and dropped quickly to her knees. She grasped his manhood, wet and slimy from her pussy and inched closer to him, stroking him.
"C'mon big guy. Give it to me. Right here on my tits."
The older man moaned as she manipulated him to orgasm. He let out a series of grunts and pumped his load out. Mary took it on her chest; his thin, slightly yellowed sperm striking her and dripping down her stomach. The old guy did an admirable job emptying himself on her. Mary rubbed his cock on her nipples, coaxing more of his ejaculation from him. The stall reeked of his seed.
Mary brought her head down to his cock and took him in. His cock tasted of her pussy, which was quite all right. His spunk tasted strong and slightly rank to her, but it only increased the sense of lewdness. She used one finger to collect a glob of him from her right breast and used it to stimulate her clit. It felt good and Mary had an orgasm while voraciously suckling the father's cock while she used his seed to lubricate her clit.
She felt weak in the knees as she finally released the spent penis from her mouth. Looking wearily at the door of the stall she could see her husband, Joe and the younger man staring wide-eyed at her. The father reached down and pulled his pants up, probably embarrassed to be so naked in front of his son. Mary got back up, the strings of gooey semen running down her body. What a feeling! She sat back down on the toilet as the father left the stall.
Outside her stall, the two truckers looked somewhat abashed. The older man finally said, "Well... thanks friend. We sure had a nice time. Your wife knows how to treat a man. Let's go, Boy."
The son nodded in solemn agreement. They walked out of the bathroom.
Joe went into stall four. "You okay, Mary?"
"Oh, Joe, that was really something. Look at me -- I'm a mess! That was wild! Do you think they were father and son?"
Mary contemplated the semen on her body, idly rubbing and spreading it to cover herself in a glistening nacreous patina of goo. From her shoulders and breasts and onto her stomach with its little stretch marks. Her nipples were erect. The stall smelled from their liquid gifts to her.
"I'm sure they were. The older one told him, 'don't tell your Ma'. They had to be related. Anyway, I'm ready, honey."
Joe's cock was so hard that it hurt. He wanted to add his load to the rest. Mary looked up at him lovingly.
"I'd love that Joe. Let me do you. And I want you to shoot on me. In my hair and on my face, okay?"
"Okay," Joe agreed, starting to unzip his zipper.
"Take your pants all the way off, Joe. I want to do you that way."
Joe hesitated. The last thing he wanted was to have both of them totally naked in case someone walked in. But he was raging hard and the thought seemed exciting. He kicked his shoes off and dragged his pants down to his ankles and stepped out of them. He looked at his cum-soaked little wife as she smiled through the spunk on her face. Other men's leavings. He could never kiss her that way, but the thought always seemed to bounce around in his brain.
"Put your leg up on the wall, Joe," she urged him.
He placed his right foot high on the wall and Mary scooted in close to him. He felt the electricity as she handled his stiff cock. She stroked him gently and applied her warm mouth to his balls, enveloping them separately and swishing her tongue around them longingly. "It's never like this at home," Joe thought excitedly. "She is so good when we're here."
Mary then rose up slightly and took his cock in her mouth. She worked him expertly, coating him liberally with her saliva as her mouth worked slowly up and down his shaft. Joe felt his balls tighten up. Mary used her fingers on his scrotum, lightly scratching her fingernails against his sac. Joe was in heaven. She was devouring him, choking herself on his shaft repeatedly, gagging herself intentionally as she tried to bury his cock down her throat; making loud and obscene gulping sounds that rang out in the tiled bathroom.
Mary pulled her mouth off him and started to stroke his wet cock with her right hand. She dove slightly under him and used her left hand to part his cheeks. She loved doing things like this when she was here. She buried her nose behind his balls. The smell was intoxicating. She launched her tongue out and it struck Joe's butt hole. Making contact, Mary started to lick his ass while she stroked him. Joe was beside himself -- Mary could feel it. His butt hole opened as Mary prodded it with her tongue. She laved him, licking and forcing her tongue into his most intimate place. He groaned as her hand worked him to orgasm. Her mouth wetted everything in its path. Joe couldn't stand it any longer.
"I'm coming."
Mary backed out and faced up to Joe. "C'mon. C'mon. Right in my face. In my hair. Give it to me."
She stroked his raging cock, kneeling in front of him. Joe exploded on her, just where she wanted it. She felt it land in her hair twice and then pulled his cock down. With her eyes closed, she aimed him at her face, milking his semen onto her forehead and eyebrows. Joe seemed to go on forever and she rubbed him furiously on her smooth skin.
Joe felt his legs shaking. Mary could really bring the best out of him. What a money shot, he thought, as he looked down and watched his loving wife masturbating him onto her face. The face that she presented to the world. The face he and the children kissed goodnight. The face of the suburban soccer mom, drenched in the sperm of three men inside a restroom off the interstate.
Mary buried his spent member into her mouth and cleaned him off, finally releasing him from her sucking mouth with an audible pop and a smile for her man. "Did you like that, Joe?"
Joe smiled weakly, wanting more than ever, now that the deed was done, to get his clothes back on. Sated, he felt like a good nap. But they couldn't leave yet. Mary wasn't done; cum-drenched as she was, she wasn't finished yet.
"I liked it, Hon. It was great."
Mary let him go and Joe scrambled back into his pants and yanked his shoes back on. Mary got up and sat back on her porcelain throne, idly patting her hair and forehead, distributing his spend evenly on her skin. Her eyebrows glistened wetly when she was finished, and they both could smell her victories. She looked radiant -- happier than Joe had seen her in a long time. He snapped a few Polaroids and handed them to her to show her how much ejaculation she had accumulated thus far.
Joe finished dressing and stepped out of the confined bathroom stall. He hadn't even returned to equilibrium when the bathroom door banged open and a burly young white guy stomped in. Another trucker, to judge by his old Cat ball cap and his dirty old Carhart jacket. About five foot ten and at least 270 pounds on a large hairy frame. The guy clomped heavily over to the urinal and fished a fucking whopper out of his pants. Joe waited until he was finished and put the sales pitch to him. The bear didn't even blink at Joe's offer. Just shuffled heavily over to the stall Joe pointed out and shambled in.
Mary heard Joe's pitch and she knelt down on her pad in front of her hole. As the bear entered the adjacent stall, Mary looked through the gloryhole. The guy was big -- real big. Not in perfect shape or anything -- just a huge hairy guy. The guy dropped his Levis down to his knees and bent down to peer through the slot at Mary.
"Ready?" he rumbled. Mary nodded shyly at him. "Anything, right? That's what your hubby said, right?"
Mary nodded again. The trucker straightened up and pulled his dingy underwear down his hips, freeing a dangling thick penis. Mary was surprised at the length and girth of it as the guy played idly with himself, stroking his length roughly, preparing it for duty. As Mary watched mesmerized, the guy brought his right hand up to his mouth and spit loudly and copiously into his palm. He returned his wet hand back to his groin and lubricated his dick. Mary was stunned at the act and her pussy fluttered as she watched him apply spit to his meat.
Joe heard the guy undressing and heard him ask Mary if "anything" was the deal or not. Heard the guy spit loudly, like an echoing rifle shot in the tile-lined bathroom. Joe stepped forward with the Polaroid camera and caught the guy as he stroked himself. The bear never flinched. It would be a good "before" picture that Mary would love. This guy was well hung -- fucking huge actually, Joe thought. And Joe heard the guy as he told Mary that he wanted her butt.
Mary watched as the guy bent down to her hole and appraised her again. "Turn around -- I want your behind. I want to butt-fuck you, lady," the trucker growled. Mary stared at him uncomprehendingly. "Turn around and spread your cheeks and back up to the hole," the trucker cajoled her.
Mary flinched. Should she, heck, could she even take this guy in her behind? It was a way she hadn't given up to anyone but Joe. The few times she had been asked during these gloryhole urges she had immediately refused the request without even thinking twice about it. But this big guy with his log of a penis? His spitting on himself had excited her terribly and weakened her resolve. And what about a rubber? Mary always carried rubbers for those she deemed likely to harbor disease -- she did little extra tricks for those she made wear rubbers. But she didn't want this guy wearing a rubber -- she wanted him bareback. And she decided that she wanted him back there.
"Okay," she whispered, getting up and turning her back to him. She bent down and backed up to the hole, using her hands to raise her short skirt and spread her full butt cheeks against the cold, thin, metal-clad pressboard partition. Her anus felt horribly wide and exposed to the stranger.
Joe was watching through the door of the stranger's stall and realized that Mary intended to let this guy butt-fuck her -- something no stranger had done to her. He hoped she would be all right -- this guy was big and when Mary was excited she tended to make some bad decisions. And he knew that she had decided not to make the bear wear protection while he ravaged her most private orifice. Joe's own penis awakened from its rest to surge inside his underwear and he felt the resultant flash of guilty pleasure.
Suddenly the bathroom door surged open, rattling the suspended ceiling tiles with the force. A young man, probably a good prospect if Mary wasn't already committed, entered the bathroom. Joe hurriedly adjusted his zipper as though he had just walked out of one of the stalls. He went to the sink and washed his hands. The young man urinated at one of the urinals. The occupied stalls were deathly silent, the only sound coming from the sink Joe was using. Thank God, the man hadn't chosen to use one of the four bathroom stalls. He might have picked one of the occupied ones.
A couple of urges ago, they had been interrupted in just such a way while Mary was being banged in a stall. Some guy had came in and headed right to the stall next to where Mary was entertaining. He had shucked his pants down and sat down to a loud and lusty shit, his sounds and smells filling all the available space. Mary had found this near discovery highly erotic, although the smells and sounds she could have easily done without.
But this stranger was content to urinate and leave without washing his hands. Once more, the room rang with silence.
"All clear," Joe announced. He heard scuffling in the stalls and went back to the stranger's stall and peered in.
Mary bent back over, her skirt resting up on her back, and offered her bottom to the stranger on the other side of the thin wall, peeling her cheeks apart and placing them on either side of the opening. She was as ready as she would ever be.
Joe watched the stranger spit in his hand again and start massaging his cock and balls. His penis jutted like an angry red pole. The bear bent over and considered Mary's ass; her anus a light pink star framed by the square hole. The bear got down on his haunches. Mary felt a jet of warm air near her butt hole and had just enough time to realize that the stranger's face was near her butt when the stranger spit on her anus. The loud sound echoed in Mary's head as she felt a huge gob of saliva strike her right in the center of her brown eye. Her pussy spasmed and her anus winked in shock -- she was so disturbed and turned on at the same time. How could spitting make her so horny? She had never even conceived of such a thing. The saliva clung wetly to her asshole.
The bear stood up and inched closer to the wall. When he was eight inches away, his cock-head touched Mary's slippery anus. She felt him contact her, the blunt head pushing insistently against her. She spread her feet slightly to maintain her balance and held her ground as the stranger advanced.
Joe watched the stranger put his hands on the top of the stall walls and ease his hips forward. His belly pancaked against the partition wall as he proceeded forward. His angry red cock was disappearing through the hole trying to bull its way into Mary's guts. Joe wormed in behind the guy and snapped another pic from the side, capturing the moment the guy's bulbous cock-head disappeared into Mary. He could hear her groan loudly in discomfort. Joe left the stall and peeked in at his wife as she bent over, presenting her butt to the wall. Her eyes were screwed closed and her face was taut with effort. Her mouth was frozen open in a grim rectus of pain and discomfort.
Mary felt her dirt channel resist as the hammerhead of cock forced its way into her entrails. She willed herself to stay still and not move away from the wall as the stranger impaled her on his cock. It hurt despite the lubrication the stranger had provided to her. She felt stuffed back there and could not suppress her moans of distress. She panted loudly, as though she was birthing.
The stranger halted halfway inside her and rested a moment. Then he began to work himself in and out of Mary, his penis battering its way past her anus, fitting itself farther and farther inside her snug dark channel. Mary teetered at the edge of pulling herself off the guy's rod and promising to do something else to get him off. Her butt burned and it felt like the guy was splitting her in two. She felt stuffed to the point of tearing and a cramped bloated feeling in her guts. But her clitoris was buzzing a bit from the pain and Mary resolved to try and ride it out for a while. She played lightly with her clit, trying to concentrate on her pleasure instead of the gut-wrenching feeling as the stranger bottomed out in her. Mary felt the despair of steady burning discomfort as his penis lay unmoving in her rectum. Which would be worse, the full length buried in her or the pressure from that cock sawing in and out of her? Mary found herself focusing on the feeling the waves of pain gave her. Found herself thinking about the obscene spitting and how randy and wet that made her. Focused on how plugged her behind felt and how it must look to Joe. How the guy must feel and how proud she was that she could accommodate such a weapon inside her bottom. She was surprised by the sound of her own panting mingling with the grunts of the bear as he rooted around in her ass mercilessly.
The stranger shuffled his feet to achieve new leverage against her and began to bang her with long, hard strokes, his long, thick penis pulling completely out, leaving her gaping open emptily for an instant and then slamming his whole length back into her with punishing force. Mary groaned anew -- each exit left her feeling like she would shit helplessly right there on the floor in front of the men; each entrance plowing fresh pain into her as her ass struggled to accommodate this attack. Her lower digestive tract churned and she even felt a bit nauseous. She considered giving up again -- this was too much. How long had it been? It had to be two minutes now, long enough. When would he cum?
Joe watched the tableau. His wife groaned as the stranger savagely butt-fucked her. Joe knew the rules. He wasn't supposed to interfere. So he just watched, in slight disgust and revulsion as the seconds turned into minutes and the stranger, openly puffing and gasping with exertion now, continued to pummel Mary's behind. So Joe did what he was supposed to do. Which was to simply document the event with Polaroid pictures. Finally, the quality of the stranger's breathing changed to a quick gasp and he redoubled his strokes inside Mary. She felt him slamming her twice as fast and prayed that he was going to finish.
And then as the stranger came to a stop, lodged far up her bowel, and she heard him keen a low extended moan. Oooh, she felt it now. Warm jets of gluey semen pulsing deep inside her intestinal tract as the stranger emptied himself far up her butt. And Mary was able to stroke herself lightly and cum a few short ones herself, dwelling on the feeling of such a monster cumming in her. The stranger gave a few additional slow strokes inside her ass, to intensify his orgasm. Mary felt the cock expand in her and the inside of her ass got wetter. She burned back there and she knew that the delicate membranes of her anus had swollen a darker red and that she would be feeling this ass-fuck every time she sat down. Even now she felt an empty achy void back there.
With a final shudder and a gasp, the bear came to rest inside Mary, and then slowly backed out. Mary felt the invader leaving her and struggled to close her gaping ass. She didn't want to shit on the floor. The flash of the Polaroid exploded as the stranger got clear of her backside. That's one for the photo album, she thought weakly. Mary groaned with the effort to control her once-sufficiently tight musculature. She slowly turned and sat shakily down on her neoprene pad on the floor. The stranger's penis, wet and angry, confronted her. Joe had opened her stall door.
Mary, the consummate performer, went for the finale. She beckoned to the stranger to step back up to the wall. Mary grasped his exhausted penis and brought herself up to it. At least it didn't have any of her shit on it. At least not obviously. A generous dollop of semen was lodged just behind the rim of that majestic cock-head. Mary nodded to Joe and placed the cock against her cheek for a picture. And then licked and finally sucked the semen off the big purplish plum head of the stranger's cock, which had been in her vitals just moments before. Her nose picked up the earthy offal taste of her bowels on the man's penis as Joe finished the pack of film. She gave the stranger's penis one last kiss and let it go.
The stranger contemplated her as he stepped heavily back and began to dress. He seemed like he wanted to say something, but for some reason he remained quiet. Mary sat back down, her legs tucked tiredly under her. She felt semen leaking out of her ass onto her left ankle tucked under her. She felt exhausted and satisfied with the night's activities. Maybe they should go back to the motel room now. That was five penises now, including Joe's. Her URGE was sated. She sat on the floor resting her arms on the toilet. The stranger dressed and left the men's room. Joe watched Mary idly, waiting to see what she wanted to do.
The bathroom door banged open and three laughing young white males entered, pushing and shoving each other in a frenzy of young macho mock violence. They blasted past the urinals and the sinks, stopping in a heap around Joe. One of them opened the stall door before Joe could even react. The boys, who appeared to be in their late teens or early twenties, peered around him to see Mary sitting on the floor of the stall topless, covered head to toe with the semen of five grown men. Mary looked up, shocked by the sudden commotion and the opening of her stall door. Stunned, she saw the boys staring incredulously at her. She squealed and covered her breasts with her hands and turned her hips away from their view. She was mortified at being caught naked and cum-splattered like that in front of these boys. She felt her face redden in embarrassment.
"We heard there was something going on in here," one of the boys said. "The old black guy told us." The kid had a comically sincere look on his acne-ridden face. His black hair was short except for a shock of hair in front which constantly fell down over his forehead. "We don't want to hurt you or anything -- we just want to see what's going on."
"Sweet," the second one chimed in as he studied Joe's wife. A brown-haired small guy about five foot six and he couldn't have weighed more than a hundred and thirty pounds. Cute.
"Yeah," the third one agreed. He was tall, about six foot three and skinny as a rail. His head of hair was razor cut down to short blonde stubble and his head and sharp nose made him resemble an ostrich.
"He told us you were doing things -- sex things. We would like to get in on some of that if we could," the first boy finished lamely, addressing himself both to Joe and Mary, uncertain of whom to petition.
"Gee, guys..." Joe began, "you're all kind of young... and we were just getting ready to leave...."
"That's right," Mary whispered. Their youth was intimidating to her. She keenly felt past her prime. She felt conscious of the flaws of her body, the stretch marks at the sides of her breasts from the babies and the way her stomach must appear with its little marks and bellybutton frown. And the drying goo all over her body.
"We're in our twenties," the first boy protested. "We're all twenty," he amended. "We go to college at State. That's old enough," he insisted. "We'd like to... give you a try."
"Yeah," chimed the other two enthusiastically.
Mary blushed anew and thought about the situation. Should she? They seemed so young.
"I'm thirty-six, boys. Isn't that too old for you?" she asked honestly.
"My mom is thirty-eight," the second one offered.
Mary cringed inwardly.
"Yeah Dude, and your mom is hot. Like this lady," the tall one laughed.
The slight one pushed him. "Don't talk about my mom like that, fucker."
"I'd fuck your mom in a heartbeat, Dude. Why do you think I'm always going to your house? It's not because I want to see you -- it's cuz I just want to get close to your mom!" the tall one grinned.
The little guy pushed him again and then regarded Mary. "So can we?" He was so small and cute. His big blue eyes regarded her hopefully.
"So who is first?" Mary said slowly, and cautiously drawing her hands down and offering the boys a full view of her breasts as she clambered to her feet and moved her neoprene mat away from the partition wall. She centered it on the floor of the stall and removed her skirt, consciously sucking her little pooched tummy in as she stood there naked for their devouring eyes. Her butt hole still ached emptily. "One of you watches the door. I don't want anyone coming in and catching us. And one of you at a time in here. My husband takes pictures. Now if you'll give me a moment of privacy, I'll get ready."
With that, Mary shut the stall door. She lay down on her mat with her head at the base of the toilet. Tight quarters in here. Her spread legs faced the door of the stall. She briefly felt her pussy lips and clit. She felt good lying here, though it was chilly down here at floor level. She touched her anus gently, feeling the sore, swollen ring. No one else was going there tonight, she thought. She spread her thighs and peeled her vagina lips apart. She fingered herself idly and then self-consciously placed her wet finger in her mouth. It tasted of her and slightly of the father trucker. The randy feeling was back. She was getting wet all over again.
"I'm ready," she called gently under the stall door.
Mary heard the whispered discussion of the boys and saw the Nikes of the first boy, the black shock-haired young man, trot to the door of the men's room to stand lookout. Then Joe opened her stall door. Mary looked out. The tall thin young man stared between Mary's legs. He backed off, looking uncertain and even scared. He apparently wasn't even going to watch his friend. The smaller guy, with the puppy dog eyes, came shyly forward and waited. Mary knew from his trepidation that he had little or no experience with girls or women and she felt a motherly tug at her heartstrings. The young man tugged his shorts and underwear off in one bunch and kicked them off his feet. He stood there sporting a stiff five-inch penis, small, but not so small for his frame. He stared down intently at Mary's closely-shorn pubic patch and her pussy. He dropped down to his knees between Mary's legs and continued to study her genitalia. "Wow," he breathed to himself.
Then, placing a hand on the mat at each side of Mary, he assumed a classic push-up position over her cum-splattered torso. His penis bumped blindly around at the top of her vagina. Mary reached down between them and pushed his penis down to her hole. The boy pushed again and he slipped inside Mary's warm depths. His eyes went wide in surprise and Mary believed he had entered his first woman.
"It really is like warm apple pie," he breathed, slowly stroking himself in and out of Mary's pussy.
She smiled at him. "Come on, tiger, do me," she cooed at him to spur him on.
The boy needed no further encouragement. His thrusts sped up, his cock filling her snugly. He slowly lowered himself onto her wet chest, and she hugged him lightly to her, this intimacy exciting. All of the sudden, she felt his lips on hers and his insistent tongue force its way into her mouth. She responded with an excited moan; her tongue doing swordplay with his; secretly hoping he didn't notice anything unusual about the taste of her mouth. He kissed her with the unskilled passion of the neophyte, and she kissed back, thrilled by his enthusiasm. He rode her and she fucked back against him, coaxing him to orgasm. He sped up even faster and gasped into her face.
"Do you want -- inside or out?"
"In me, tiger. Fill me up," she told him.
She felt warm and slightly sweaty from her exertions and the young man atop her. He stiffened and groaned and she felt him shoot his goo into her pussy. He spurted and spurted inside her, coating her and himself with his spend. Finally, he rested on her, his cock still in her wet channel. He regarded her solemnly.
"Did you -- I mean... you know...?"
"Of course I did, honey. You were good," she told him truthfully. She hadn't come, but his freshness was touching and exciting to her. The boy pulled out of Mary, and she felt his warm semen start to pool at the mouth of her sex. The Polaroid flashed on his weakening cock coated with its wet, creamy spend juxtaposed against her leaking snatch. "Thank-you," she told him humbly.
"Thank you," he gushed, rising off of her to quickly dress himself. Gathering his shoes, he stumbled out of the stall, leaving Mary laying there waiting for her second young man.
Joe leaned in and snapped another picture of Mary as she sat there leaking from her latest gentleman. He backed out as the second one, the tall, skinny one entered. He watched as the boy and Mary sized each other up anxiously.
"I want a BJ instead. I can't do sloppy seconds, okay?"
"Okay," Mary answered, getting up on her hands and knees. She moved parallel to the youth. All the better for Joe to get the pictures. This night was turning out to be a treasure and she would have a lot of memories preserved on film.
The boy simply dropped his pants and underwear down to his feet and stroked himself unconsciously. His penis was of medium size and, like the rest of him, thin as a rail. It was hard as a rock and jutting up towards his bellybutton. Mary scooted up next to him and placed her hands on his cock and balls.
"I'll take over from here."
The youth dropped his hands off his meat and Mary bent his cock down from his belly and began to stroke and knead his manhood. The boy leaned his head back and closed his eyes, struggling to spread his feet for balance. Mary took his cock into her warm mouth and fellated him, rubbing the underside of her tongue against his sensitive frenum as she sucked. She was actually salivating as she blew him, as though she were hungry. The boy moaned and Mary felt little jolts of excitement. She used one hand to ply the sensitive bud between her legs. It felt wonderful. She loved this boy's response. His cock was wet with her saliva as she released him from her mouth. She moved down to his nuts, cocking her head sideways to lick and nibble, sucking his sack and balls and stroking his rampant cock lightly with her hands as she worked him. The Polaroid flashed on them both.
Judging by the inarticulate sounds the young man made, he wouldn't last long she knew. He was flexing his legs and rocking from one leg to the other as he prepared to shoot his wad. Mary herself came in small waves of orgasm from the sheer excitement of it all. Sated, she inserted her right index finger in her squishy pussy and sloshed it around. Planting her mouth back on the boy's cock, she reached around the boy and slowly wormed her finger into his anus and pressed until her finger was embedded to the second joint in him. He groaned in response, whether in discomfort or pleasure she didn't know.
"Come on, honey. Come on. In my mouth," she instructed him before diving face first back onto his cock. She sucked him furiously.
"Shit, shit, shit," the boy moaned, "here, here it comes, here it comes...."
Mary felt his anus contract around her finger and felt the flavors in her mouth change to a salty, slightly bleachy taste as he spasmed inside of her mouth. He shot four big looping jets of warm semen onto her tongue, his hips bucking at her and her face riding his groin. It was fun, she thought as she tasted his offering and started to swallow the accumulated spend and excess spit in her mouth. She moaned luxuriously so the boy would know how much she appreciated the taste of his juice -- she didn't want him to have any questions on that score.
Joe watched as his wife moaned. She had told him before that the act of a man cumming in her mouth was a huge turn-on for her. She liked the thought of being able to coax them to shoot off just by using her mouth. He snapped another pic dutifully. The boy's cock must have finally gotten ultra-sensitive because he backed away from Mary.
"That was so fucking good," he gushed enthusiastically. "That was just so fucking good...."
"I'm glad you liked it. You have a beautiful taste, sweetie," she said blushingly.
The boy blinked at her incredulously and then smiled sheepishly. "Thanks."
The third boy, the black-haired one, entered the stall. His buddies had moved off, guarding the door to the men's room while they chattered excitedly in low tones about their experiences. The youth dropped his shorts and kicked them off, along with his shoes. "Don't kids wear underwear anymore?" Mary wondered as she spied his rigid penis jutting out of a hairy groin.
Mary slowly lay back down on her mat and the boy knelt between her spread legs. He didn't waste time on niceties. His penis speared Mary's cum-filled snatch and he commenced to fuck her on the floor, boning her with short fast strokes that kind of took the wind out of her as he rested on his elbows above her. He did the classic push-up position over Mary, resting his weight on his arms; his body never touching hers except where their organs met. His face was near hers -- his eyes were closed in concentration. She watched his face as he worked inside her. The stall was filled with the sound of him exerting himself and the slap of his groin meeting hers. Joe snapped a Polaroid.
Soon Mary felt his strokes reaching deeper and faster into her. She reached out and grasped the young man's buttocks with both hands and helped drive him down into her. He was pile-driving her now and she raised her butt cheeks off the mat to enhance his fuck.
"Where do you want it, huh? In you or on you?" he panted.
"Pull out and shoot on me," she whispered, releasing her hands from his ass-cheeks.
The youth gasped and popped his boner out of Mary. He shot streamers of white goo onto her stomach and chest and then rubbed himself furiously up and down her pubic triangle, coaxing his spend out, shooting dying spurts up to fill her navel with his sperm.
"Yes, yes, that's it," she coaxed him, watching him excitedly.
She felt so randy -- she and Joe would have to fuck once more back at the motel just to help her unwind from this evening. She had loved these young men. The boy finally came to his senses and backed off Mary, admiring his handiwork. Mary watched his eyes as she idly trailed her index finger through his ejaculation. She fished around in her bellybutton and then put the creamy digit into her mouth. The boy goggled at her.
"Shit you're hot, lady," he gasped. "You're really hot."
She blushed in appreciation. The boy rose shakily to his feet and dressed as Mary rested. The semen on her belly and chest slowly cooled as she waited. Finally, the boy left the stall and she heard them outside slapping high fives as they exited the bathroom. Joe peered in and then snapped a pic of his cum-spattered wife.
"You ready, hon?"
"Yes," Mary answered, rising tiredly to her feet and slipping her skirt back on. She put her bra in her bag and pulled her shirt over her head. The fabric clung to her skin where the wet deposits of spunk were. She felt sated. She packed up her gear and carefully replaced the missing piece of the wall.
"I'm ready, Joe. And thanks. I really appreciate this, Honey."
Joe looked away and then slowly looked back at his pretty wife's face, shiny in places, and crusty in others. Time to tell her.
"I just want you to know. I kind of like it, too, Mary. It's kind of a turn-on for me."
Shocked, Mary stared at him. "You... you like it, Joe? Really? Then its okay?" she asked hopefully.
"Yeah, I guess it's okay. I thought it might bother you if you knew I liked seeing you with those men. It does bother me, it really does, but it also gets me going, too. It's pretty exciting to see you in action. Anyway, I love you Mary."
"Oh, I love you too, Joe. Let's go back to the room and look at our pictures. I think there's still one cock I'd like to revisit and it's one I'm really hot for right now."
Holding hands, they strolled companionably out of the Men's room. Joe Savior and his Glory Hole Wife.
THE END
