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These are the current parts of Glroy Hole (Parts I - IV). Please
note that Parts I - III 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

This story is a work of fiction. No person in it exists - beyond
the writer's warped imagination. This story contains material of
a VERY sexual nature and is not suitable for reading by most
people. If you are younger than 21 years of age, live in any sort
of repressive environment, household, township, city, county,
state, nation, or universe - stop reading, and delete all files
(including this one) from you HDD (hard drive)! There are even
sexual encounters that will make all but the most hardened
readers blush, gag, and run for the toilet. Things happen, that
would never (wink-wink) happen in real life... in suburbia... in
America... or any place else, for that matter. 

****Normal disclaimer****
****Abnormal disclaimer****

Notice: this material is   The Bulldog 2001/2002 and may not be
reproduced without specific written permission for any use, what
so ever, except: to read and enjoy, to read, crumple and throw
away repulsed, or to save in order to read later. You may NOT put
this story up on your Web site, claim that it is yours, re-post
it in any form (without the above mentioned written permission),
or share it with others (unless they happen to be your consenting
sexual partner). I'd also advise against e-mailing it to your
wife's office at Arthur Anderson [SIC for legal reasons]. Lastly,
you may not make any $, or  , or  off this story, as I sure
didn't! (PS, no pesos, euros, or anything else of the monetary
persuasion) 


****Standard disclaimer****
****Sub-standard disclaimer****

If you are old enough, live in just the right places, can stomach
stories of a wild and crazy sexual nature, then read on, and I
hope you enjoy. The Bulldog - the_bulldog@newsguy.com 


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 2001/2002, and as such, may not be
reproduced in any form, without prior written consent. 


Part II
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 well-lite 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 'glory-hole.' 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'sall."

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 stack-sole 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 jelly-dong 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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