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These are the current parts of Glroy Hole (Parts I - III).  Please note
that Parts I - II are <RP> (reposts) for those who either wanted them
again, or did not get them the first time around.  Subsequent parts to
follow as they are done.

   Enjoy, Bulldog

   Parts III through ?  to follow.  The Glory Hole, Part II (Chapters 4 -
5)

   Warning 1: this story contains material of an adult, sexual nature.  It
is solely fiction, and is meant for an adult audience and is, in no way,
intended for reading by anyone considered as a minor in any area of the
world.  It is also not intended to be read by those residing in any area,
township, state, country, or principality, where the reading and possession
of stories containing sexual content is prohibited.  If you have any doubts
about the legality of either possessing, or reading this story in the place
of your residence, I suggest that you destroy it, immediately, and read no
further.  It might actually be a good idea to wash out your hard drive with
a strong disinfectant and cancel your Internet Service contract, but that
is your personal choice.  All of the characters are solely imaginary and
bear no resemblance to anyone, living or dead.  All other standard
disclaimers apply, as do any non-standard disclaimers, and any and all
disclaimers not (c) by others.

   Warning 2: this part of this story contains references to IR sex, oral,
anal, and toys.  Additional parts will contain these, and more.  Each part
will be identified, as to the sexual content of that part.  As this is
still the setup, not much happens, except a bit of self-love, a touch of
character development and some foreshadowing.

   The Glory Hole, Part II by Bulldog (Chapters 4 - 5) All material (c)
Bulldog 200, and as such, may not be reproduced in any form, without prior
written consent.

   Glory Hole Part II (Chapters 4 - 5)

   Chapter 4

   Sue sped away from the adult bookstore and took Frasier Rd all the way
to 28th, then turned toward the Loop.  Once there, she began to feel safe
again.  Safe, that is, until she noticed her gas gauge with its needle
squarely on the big red E.  "Damned, I'd better get gas now.  At least I'm
out of the plant district and out on the Loop," she half sighed.

   At the next exit, a large Sunoco sign glowed in the early evening's
dusk. "This looks like a welllite place," she thought, and wheeled in.

   As she paid the attendant, she thought to herself, "now if they had
specimen like this young man behind the wall at that 'glory-hole,' the idea
wouldn't be so bad.

   He was tall and well-muscled with wavy dark hair.  He looked to be about
18, or 19, and flashed a nice smile, as he gave her $5.00 in change for her
$10.  "I hope you're not going very far, ma'am.  Five dollars worth of gas
won't get you to the next county, what with these prices."

   Sue thought, "how kind.  He must really care about his clients." "No,
fortunately I don't have that far to go.  If the prices keep going up,
we'll all be walking." Sue reflected on the young man for a moment.  His
smile was his greatest asset.  "I wish my students would smile more often,
" she thought to herself.  "But, I guess there's just not that much to
smile about anymore."

   She said goodnight, and entered traffic on the Loop.  "Yes, I sure wish
I'd bought that Jetta, I wouldn't be feeding all my money into the gas tank
on this Oldsmobile!"

   Traffic was slow and the radio announcers were busy giving traffic
reports.  It looked like it was going to be slow going from here on home.
"Oh, I'm glad I got gas when I did.  I don't think I would have made it
home at this rate."

   In the stop and go of the rush-hour commute, Sue thought back to the
bookstore and the 'gloryhole.' She tried to imagine how much courage it
would take to actually use that thing.  The anonymity of the arrangement
did interest her.  Having sex with someone who didn't know who you were was
an exciting idea.  Being a schoolteacher had its drawbacks.  Everyone was
watching you to make sure that you didn't do anything wrong.  She never
felt entirely comfortable at any social gatherings in town.  There always
seemed to be prying eyes and gossipy lips - everywhere.  She was envious of
people like Lily Gottenhammer, and even Connie to some extent.  These
teachers had thumbed their nose in the face of convention.  They weren't
really that wild.  Well, maybe Lily was.  After all she HAD gone to the
'glory-hole,' or so she had told Connie.  Connie Ferguson just seemed to
enjoy life, while Lily usually had life by the horns and was doing
something suggestive with the poor captive beast!  "No, it's probably that
they're a few years younger than I am," she thought.  "If I wasn't thinking
about retirement right now, and was just turning forty, I'd be hanging out
with those girls at some of the clubs they go to.  Not that I'm looking for
someone - I already have Pete.  Good ole Pete.  Man, I can't even imagine
Pete in a 'glory-hole.' What a thought!" The image of Pete, delicately
holding his penis up to a hole in the wall for some unknown lady to fellate
him was about as abstract thought, as Sue had ever had.  "Talk about
psychedelic, that is a trip!" Sue realized that even her lingo belied her
age.  "Damned, even when I think to myself, I sound like I'm at Monterrey
Pop!"

   As the traffic lurched along, she found her mind drawn back to the
bathroom in the bookstore.  The intrigue of the place had become
overwhelming.  She imagined herself, sitting on the toilet, and knocking on
the wall, in anticipation of the gas station attendant's penis coming
through for her to suck.  "The only problem with this idea," she mused, "is
that it's his smile that turns me on the most.  The rest of it is just
sex." "Just sex," she thought, "like I've been getting much of that lately,
anyway."

   She had begun to notice physiological lately, and really wondered how
much longer she'd even be thinking about sex.  Now she was a little
worried, that she'd missed so many opportunities, and might never get them
again.  Or, if she did, might not even want them.  The thought really
depressed her.

   First, Connie had made a few off-hand age jokes, then the boy at the gas
station had looked at her like she was his great-grandmother.  Well, she
could have been his mother for sure, but NOT his great-grandmother.  Sue
began to fantasize about an encounter with the young man.  First, she
imagined that she did meet him at the 'glory-hole.' She imagined that he
was so turned on by her mouth and the wonderful tricks that an 'older lady'
had, that he spent the next few weeks trying to track her down, just to
relive the wonderful experiences from the 'glory-hole.' Sue's bubble burst,
however, when she realized that she didn't know any tricks, oral, or
otherwise.  She'd had several sexual encounters over the years, and had
experienced oral sex, but not all that often.  She normally enjoyed
receiving it, more than giving it.  She'd never had any lessons in it, but
that wasn't strange, as she'd never had any lessons in sex of any kind. 
All of her knowledge came from dorm-room conversations and the romance
novels that she read.  Most of those didn't even mention oral sex, much
less give a blow-by-blow account of it.  "Now there is an interesting
phrase," she thought, as she steered around an accident site cleanup.

   She was now glad that she'd let the saleslady put some of the magazines
in her package.  "Maybe some of them would have given some instruction in
oral sex," she thought.

   As she drove, Sue was surprised to find that her crotch had gotten
moist. That hadn't happened since college, at least not without direct
stimulation.  "Hell, maybe I'm not ready for the scrapheap quite yet," she
smiled.  "Maybe I've just needed a little mental stimulation, that's all.

   Chapter 5

   After dinner that night, and an episode of Ally McBeal, she took her
package and went into her bedroom.  Sue took off her clothes and her
cooking apron and hung them all up.  Next she drew a tub of hot water and
indulged herself in a very long bubble bath, accompanied by a glass of
Sutter Home White Zinfandel, her favorite wine.  Pete always criticized her
for not developing a taste for his kind of wine, the ones with the names
that she couldn't pronounce correctly, without a lot of concentration, like
Cabernet Sauvignon, and Chateauneuf du Pape.  These were Pete's wines, and
she did like to make him happy by drinking a glass with him at dinner, but
given the choice, the White Zinfandel couldn't be beaten.  She didn't need
some Chateau's name on the bottle, she just knew what was good.

   When she finished her shower, Sue rummaged around her underwear drawer
and found her old garter-belt and one pair of stockings.  She couldn't
remember why she had these, as she hadn't worn them in fifteen years.  She
was surprised that the stocking were still in one piece.  All she could
ever remember wearing was pantyhose.  She looked at herself in the mirror.
"Time hasn't been all that kind, " she sighed as she looked at her tummy
peeking at her from beneath the waistband of the garter-belt.  Her thighs
had thickened and her breast were sagging.  "It's time that I stopped doing
things that make me feel like an old lady," she thought.  "It's time that I
find things that bring fun and pleasure back into my life.  This routine
has gotten as old as I look and feel right now, and it's gonna end!"

   Sue thought back to the feeling she had experienced in her crotch that
evening as she drove home.  "That's more like it.  All my parts aren't dead
yet.  I'll just have to find a few diversions that bring some of the
forgotten areas back to life.  That's all."

   With that, she let the back of her hand play across her nipples. 
Instantly each one sprung to life and became erect.  "That's more like it.
I might be older, but I'm not ready for the graveyard yet."

   She pinched each nipple lightly between her thumb and forefinger.  They
responded immediately to each pinch.  "Um-m-m, you guys haven't seen much
action lately, have you?  Now that's gotta stop," she whispered, watching
the skin pucker and grow at her fingertips.

   After a few minutes of tweeking, she found her silk dressing gown in the
closet.  The soft shiny material felt wonderful as she slid it across both
breasts.  Pete had bough the gown for her at a museum gift shop in Chicago.
It was supposed to have been inspired by Frank Lloyd Wright, but she always
thought that the cut and fabric suggested a stronger Oriental influence. 
She had worn the gown for Pete that night at the Hilton overlooking South
Michigan Ave, but had only had it on once or twice since.  Usually she
grabbed for a flannel nightgown or robe, as she always found her apartment
too cool, even in the Summer.

   She left the gown untied, so that it swung open as she walked around the
apartment.  This also gave the material freedom to slide along her nipples
and the feeling was becoming exquisite.  Sue walked into the kitchen and
poured another glass of wine.  Each step brought an increase in the
intensity of her nipple's erection.  "Wow," she thought, "this is like a
hardon for a woman!"

   Sue threw the package on her bed and turned on her CD player.  After a
few minutes, she'd located a John Tesh CD and had started it.  She lay on
the bed and examined the contents of her package for the first time.  She
took each dildo out and placed them next to each other, in descending order
of size.  She had the small vibrator, then the green jelly-dong, then the
large black dildo with the crank for Sharon.  Both the vibrator and the
jelly-dong had batteries in them, as the saleslady had insisted that they
be tried out before they were rung up.  Sue unwrapped each and tried the
two powered ones.  The little vibrator was a bit more noisy, as it had a
hollow buzz to it, while the jelly-dong made more of a hum.  Sue removed
the black dildo and studied it.  There were veins molded into the sides,
and everything.  She held the base and gave the crank a turn.  As she
watched, the head sprang to life and gave a few obscene twists.  She almost
dropped it in shock.  "Oh, I don't know about that thing," she whispered.
"I don't think a real penis does THAT."

   She now turned her attention to the magazines.  The first one was
something called "Horny Housewives and Their Toys." Sue was amazed that the
price tag said $12.00.  She quickly checked the other magazines and was
stunned that they were about the same price.  "Now why would that saleslady
give me $40 worth of magazines, when I only bought a few dildos?" she
puzzled.  "What on earth could she have been thinking?"

   Sue thumbed through the first magazine and was intrigued by the things
that these women were inserting in themselves.  Fingers, cucumbers, dildos
of all sizes, spatulas, wine bottles, vibrators, and every household device
one could imagine.  "Jesus, I've led a sheltered life.  I'd never imagine
using any of these things for sex," she thought.  "This is disgusting.  I
wonder who these women are, and what gave them ideas like these."

   Sue picked up the second magazine, one called "Little Lolitas and the
Men Who Love Them." The cover featured a blonde wearing a Catholic
schoolgirl outfit and an older man, who was dressed like a professor, or
something, with a herringbone tweed sportcoat, complete with elbow patches!
These actors were also in the feature story inside.  As Sue studied the
pictures, she could tell that the man wasn't really as old as he had at
first looked, and that the young woman was really much older than she too
had appeared on the cover.  The man's hair had been tinged with a gray
frosting, or something, and the "schoolgirl" had stretch marks on her
tummy, breasts and thighs.  "Oh well, so much for first appearances."

   There were four photo stories in the magazine and each was similar -
younger women with older men.  "I wonder why they don't have any older
women with younger men," she thought.  "It looks like the older women only
get to use dildos and cucumbers, while men their age are out diddling on
schoolgirls.  Of course here I am with my vibrator and my dildo, and no
younger men around anyplace."

   Sue's mind flashed back to the guy at the gas station, and she tried to
develop a complete image of him in her memory.  The smile was the easiest
part to conjure up, but some of the other details kind of blurred.  "This
isn't as easy as I imagined, and I thought I got a pretty good look at him
too."

   The details seemed to come and go from focus, but the harder she tried,
the wetter her crotch got.  "Oh boy, just like this afternoon," she said,
as she slowly parted her robe below her waist, and rubbed her fingertip
along her bush.  The first traces of moisture were making their way past
the lips of her vagina and starting to glisten on her pubic hair.  "Not
that bad - for an old lady," she thought.

   The vision of the young man continued to form, change, and fade in and
out.  Sue wasn't sure if it was the wine, the excitement of the magazines,
or what was causing her to not be able to form a vivid picture of the young
man.  Usually she was much better at remembering the details of people she
met, but now she was having a hard time.  "He had darker hair, than that,"
she said, as the vision in her mind applied a brownish tint to the hair. 
"No, darker still...  "

   What was she doing?  What was going on?  She was talking to herself, as
she tired to sketch out a stranger she had only briefly met, and on a day
that was extremely tension filled, at that.  There wasn't anything wrong
with her.  She had only seen him briefly.  Why was she trying so damned
hard?  What was the point?  He was only someone, who had smiled at her, and
spoken softly...  and made her crotch wet for the first time in years! 
That was all!  "Hell, he probably wouldn't even look at me.  Did you see
the way I look now?" thinking back to her image in the mirror.  "He'd have
some young little hard-body waiting for him.  Somebody wearing those crazy
stacksole shoes, and a micro skirt, with silicone breasts, and bleached
hair...  "

   Sue paused and realized that it had been easier to conjure up an image
of the young man's 'girlfriend,' than it had been to remember all the
details of what he had looked like.  "That's not fair!  He's the one, who
got me all wet.  Why does she get to have him and not me?"

   Sue took another sip of her wine and pretended to pout.  She pursed her
lips and hung her head putting on her best 'pouty face.' "I wonder if she
gives him good oral sex," she pondered.  "Where would she learn the secrets
of great oral sex?"

   Sue leafed through the "Lolita" magazine again and saw that in each
story the girl had, in fact, been giving head to the guy, all of whom were
made up to look a bit older, than they actually were.  "Maybe they learn
from books," she thought, "or from their friends, or maybe even from Oprah!
No, no way would Oprah get graphic enough to offer ANY hints on oral sex.
Oh, maybe she'd mention it, but that would be all.  Even though TV's come a
long way, it's not THAT brazen."

   Sue studied the pictures in the magazine, especially the ones featuring
oral sex.  She noted the position of the mouth, and how some of the
pictures seemed to show the entire penis disappearing in the girl's mouth.
"Ah, deep-throat, just like the movie," she acknowledged, remembering one
of the few adult movies she had ever seen.  "Maybe I had my eyes too
tightly shut through too much of that film.  It just wasn't proper for a
lady to enjoy that sort of stuff too much.  Not back then."

   She finally picked up the other magazine, "Contrasts," which featured
young white girls with Black men of all ages.  Each story was about some
young white woman's exciting interracial affair with a "well-hung" Black
man.  "I wonder if ALL Black men are 'well-hung?" she mused, "At least ALL
of them in THIS book are!" She was amazed at the size difference in each of
these men, versus the men in the second magazine.  All of the penises were
thicker and much longer, than on the white men dressed up to be professors
and the like.

   "I REALLY don't get out nearly enough," she laughed.  She'd heard about
Black men's penises, but really had no experience in such things.  No one
she even knew had had an interracial love affair.  That just was not done.
Or, if it was done, it wasn't talked about.

   Sue studied the pictures, especially the ones where the white girls were
performing oral sex on the Black men.  "I wonder if they taste different?"
she pondered.  "Some of these look too large to even fit in the girl's
mouth."

   Sue leaned across the bed and picked up the black dildo with the crank.
"Sharon won't mind if I try this," and slowly placed the thick rubber dick
into her mouth.  It was large, and she had to open her mouth wider than she
imagined.  The latex penis did taste funny, but Sue knew that that wouldn't
be what a real Black penis would taste like.  She held the dildo in place
with one hand and slowly turned the crank with the other.  The head began
to slowly gyrate pressing against her lips and then her tongue.  "Not bad.
Not as tasty as I'd like, but not bad if you just concentrate on
sensations."

   Suddenly an idea struck her.  She jumped off the bed and literally ran
into the kitchen where she found a squeeze bottle of Hershey's Chocolate
Syrup.  She returned and squeezed a little bead of chocolate onto the black
dildo.  She smeared it around with her finger until the entire end was
coated.  The latex smell was gone, and now the dildo smelled like a big
piece of Easter candy.  "That's better," she moaned, as she stuck the dildo
back into her mouth.  She cranked away, as she played her tongue around the
head.  She pulled the dildo almost out of her mouth, holding it only with
her tight lips.  She forced it back between her lips and then clamped the
head to the roof of her mouth with her tongue, all the while slowly
twisting the crank and sucking in the chocolate.  "Now we're cooking," she
thought.

   Sue picked up the green jelly-dong and turned the switch.  The slick
ribbed piece of latex emitted a low hum.  She began rubbing the tip of the
dong on her pussy lips, which were glistening with juices.  "I hope this
thing fits," she murmured, as she pointed it to the opening.  "It's been a
while since anything's been in there."

   Sue pressed the vibrating tip against her pussy lips and slowly pushed.
With the lubrication, the toy slid right in.  "Hey, not bad for an old
gal," she smiled.  "This thing fits nicely." She began sliding the green
jelly-dong in and out, allowing the humming to sweep through her pelvis. 
When she placed it at just the right angle, its buzzing also stimulated her
clit.  "Ah, that's what the little guy would be good for."

   She grabbed the small white vibrator and turned it on, placing its tip
against her clit.  Now she was buzzing herself silly.  With the humming
jelly-dong all the way into her pussy and the little vibrator on her clit,
Sue was in heaven, well almost.  She saw the black dildo and wanted it too.
She arranged both the base of the jelly-dong and the small vibrator in one
hand.  It didn't allow her a lot of motion, and the two toys were not now
independent, but that would have to do, she wanted the black dildo with its
chocolate glaze back in her mouth.  She knew she could crank it this way,
but that was OK, so long as it was between her lips - her white lips.

   Sue tried different positions on the bed and finally decided that a
pillow between her thighs would hold in the jelly-dong, and keep the
vibrator in contact with her clit, where it was doing its intended job. 
This would allow her to crank the black penis as she sucked it.  She rolled
on her side and gripped the pillow with her legs.  She soon found that by
drawing up her legs, she could apply extra pressure on the toys in her
crotch.  she alternated twisting the crank on the black penis and rubbing
her nipples.  Her mind kept going back the young man at the gas station,
except now he was Black, instead of white.  She would alternate with him
standing behind a wall with his chocolate covered dick sticking through a
hole in the wall, and him kneeling behind her and sticking his dick deep
into her, while she sucked on one of his friend's dick through the wall. 
"Oh this is perverted," she gasped, never having had any ideas like that
before.  "I've never thought about two men, much less imagined that it was
happening!  What's happening to me?"

   The thought didn't last long, as Sue's climax gripped her entire body.
She squeezed the pillow with all of her might, forcing the jelly-dong as
deep as it would go into her.  The little vibrator buzzed away on her clit.
She stroked the black penis in and out of her mouth and pinched her swollen
nipples.  "Ga-a-ah, oh God," moaned, as the first wave of her climax washed
over her.  "Oh God, that's good!" she hissed around the dick still in her
mouth.

   She wanted to swallow the whole thing, just like the girls in the
magazines.  She wanted to show her lover just how good she was.  Sue's only
problem was that she'd never done anything like that before.  As her body
spasmed, she greedily sucked on the black dildo, drawing more and more of
it into her mouth.  At last she had about half of it past her lips, but no
more would fit.  There just wasn't any way that this thing would go any
deeper.  "How do they do it in the magazines and in the movies?" she
thought.  "There's gotta be a way."

   She sucked and shuddered, as another orgasm hit her.  This one even more
violent than the first.  Sue literally spit out the dildo, so she could
breath.  "I'll try that deep-throat stuff some other time.  Right now, I'm
about to choke," she thought.

   Gasping for air, and panting with excitement, Sue rolled back and forth,
still forcing the jellydong up to its base in her pussy.  The little
vibrator had turned itself off, or had fallen out from between her clit and
the pillow, but she didn't care.  It had done its job, and it had done it
well.  "I'll find the little guy in a minute.  Right now I want to savor
the moment," she murmured.  "Oh God this feels good."

   Sue realized that the sheets were damp from her drool.  "Damned, I guess
I really did get excited that time.  It's just been too long - too damned
long."

   Sue slowly reached down and turned off the jelly-dong, but didn't take
it out.  "Not just yet.  It feels good to be stretched a little down there.
It's just been too long." She looked around at the toys.  "I hope Sharon
doesn't mind getting a used dildo for her shower.  That was a new
sensation; I've never been screwed and sucked on a cock before - especially
a Black one!"

   Sue cleaned the toys and put them back in their boxes.  "Squirmy, you're
staying with me.  I'll just go get Sharon another one tomorrow."

   She went into the kitchen for another glass of wine.

   

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