by S. E. Law
But what’s even more surprising is that the girls like it too. Evidently, quite a few women love the freedom of daughter-swapping, and happily engage in the lifestyle for a few years. They adore having a new partner every week, or maybe even every day.
Is that what I would want? A hot, muscled trucker with me one night, and then a new hot, muscled trucker with me another night? Would I enjoy tasting two different men, and sampling two different hard cocks in my kitty all within the same week? It sounds so filthy, but as my cheeks grow pink in the mirror, I already know the answer. I’d love to do that. I’ve seen my dad’s friends, and they’re absolutely gorgeous. Just like Jack, they work out all the time, and keep themselves in tip top shape. I’ve never thought of them as potential partners, but now that the opportunity’s presented itself, why not? It could be fun.
Humming a bit, I whip out a clear lip gloss and begin painting it over my lips. Happily, I smile at myself in the mirror and even do a small wiggle of joy. My breasts bounce in my sweater and I let out another joyous giggle. I can’t wait to be initiated. I can’t wait to meet the man who’s going to show me how to be a woman, and then to learn even more from all his friends.
It’s so dirty, but this is my dream come true. I want my kitty to be used, and I want it to be curved every which way from taking different hard poles inside. I want to feel stuffed and stretched to the extreme, while mewling my pleasure and throwing my head back with delight. It’s going to be so fun, and I’m excited.
As I’m washing my hands, suddenly a low growl sounds in the bathroom. What? What’s that? Oh wait, they’re doing construction at the Lodge. It must be the workers’ voices that I’m hearing in the distance. I turn on the spigot again and continue to rinse my hands.
But then, another low, guttural groan rumbles again, and I turn off the water to listen more closely. What the hell is that? Am I imagining things?
I turn to dry my hands on a towel, but then I see it. Holy shit! What is that?
Well, it’s totally clear what it is, actually. It’s a huge, throbbing male tool jutting out from the wall. The male member is deep purple and pulsing with a vein along the top. Its tip glistens with seed and I stare at it, completely shocked. Where did this come from? And why is it protruding from the wall? This isn’t some gimmicky towel rack purchased from a gag store. This is the real thing.
Then a deep voice rings out.
“Sugar, you want to taste a man?” the low growl says. “This is your chance.”
I stare, my mouth going dry. Is he serious? I look around the bathroom while practically hyperventilating. Oh my god, am I in some kind of booby-trapped fun-house carnival? What the hell is going on?
But then I realize that the polka dot wallpaper is cleverly disguising holes in the walls. What I thought were black polka dots are actually glory holes, and as realization floods my mind, the huge tool jerks again, as if beckoning me.
“Sugar, give it a taste,” the man’s voice growls persuasively. “This is the best way to know if you’re going to like the club or not.”
I stare at the male member. My cheeks flush, and to be honest, my entire body feels like it’s going hot. Is this really happening to me? Am I being propositioned at a glory hole, like some kind of cheap whore at a run-down gas station?
But then, I get a hold of myself. This isn’t some random place where folks go to hook up. This is Dads and Daughters, where everything is safe and controlled. This isn’t some random man. Instead, he must be a club member, and this entire room was clearly designed for a man’s pleasure. He’s offering me a chance to taste my first male pole, and to be honest, I’m quite titillated.
As if in a trance, I sink to my knees before the enormous member, and swallow thickly.
“That’s it,” the man’s voice comes again. “You’re going to need a lot of saliva because I’m big. Swallow a few more times to get yourself ready.”
Holy shit, these are the dirtiest instructions ever. But I want it, and I swallow obediently, forcing the lump down my throat.
“Scoot closer,” the low male voice commands.
I do, and now I’m almost eye-to-eye with the shaft.
“Good girl,” the male voice continues, although there’s an amused tone to his voice now. “Why don’t you take it in your mouth?”
Obediently, I part my lips and gently lick up against his head. A low groan sounds out on the other side of the wall, and a hot spurt of seed graces my tongue.
“Mmmm,” the man rasps. “Fuck, that was good.”
Emboldened, I decide to go for more. This time, I lean forward and take his entire purple helmet in my mouth, sucking gently. Again, his shaft jerks and a bit of seed spurts into my mouth. I’m surprised and choke a bit, leaning back to cough.
“It’s okay,” the voice says while I’m hacking away. “You’re going to be fine. A girl’s first time is always a bit different, but you’re going to be okay, sweetheart. Now, Sugar. Take another sip at the fount. I promise, it’s going to be good.”
Swallowing again, I lean forward and part my lips once more. This time, I hold his shaft in one small fist and attach my mouth to the head. Then while sucking, I run my hand up and down that massive girth, enjoying the stiff hardness encased in velvety skin.
“Mmmm,” he groans from behind the wall. “Fuck baby, you’re good at this. Are you sure this is your first time?”
I blush while pulling off shyly.
“It’s definitely my first time,” I say. “Why?”
“You’re just so talented,” he rasps. “You’re unbelievably skilled. Now see if you can get me all the way in that pretty little throat.”
I gasp, staring at the huge member in front of me.
“Are you crazy? You’ve got to be at least ten inches. I can’t fit that down my throat!”
A hoarse chuckle rings out from the other side.
“Of course you can, sweetheart. You don’t know unless you try. Now, do as I tell you to. First, smack your lips hard like you’re chewing a big wad of gum.”
What? This is so insane! But I do as the disembodied voice commands, and smack my lips a few times, pretending that I have a huge gum ball inside. Sure enough, my jaw begins to ache, as if I can’t get my lips centered around an enormous, round object.
“Good,” the man says with satisfaction. “Now relax and take a deep breath. Think dirty thoughts. Think about what it would feel like to have this in your kitty. Wouldn’t that be nice? That should get you all worked up so that you’re ready to take me in your mouth.”
My cheeks flare as my nips go hard. Sure enough, there’s a deep tingling feeling inside my sweetest spot, and I let out an involuntary moan.
“There you go,” the man soothes. “You’re getting into it. Now lean forward and try to take all of me in you. It’ll be difficult, but you’re going to be just fine.”
I can’t believe this is happening. I’m literally servicing an anonymous man with a huge tool at the Dads and Daughters lodge. They have a room outfitted with glory holes especially for this purpose, and instead of being shocked and humiliated, I’m actually doing it! What does this say about me? I always thought I was a good girl, but even good girls have bad sides.
Slowly, I lean forward again and gently lick the tip of his enormous tool. The man grunts on the other side, and the huge member jerks once more. Pleased, I lean forward and open my lips, sucking him in.
“Relax your throat,” the man says in a strangled voice on the other side. “Pretend you’re a vacuum eating an anaconda and just suck it all in.”
I close my eyes and focus. Oh my god, I have a man’s shaft in my mouth, and I suck deeply, enjoying his savory sweet taste. My mouth waters hungrily, and feeling the tingling start again, I relax my jaw with my eyes closed. I begin to suck deeply, and the huge member inches its way down my throat.
It’s uncomfortable at first, and I gag a bit.
“Slowly, slowly,” the man says in a strangled voice on the other side of the
wall. “You’re doing great.”
By now, saliva is escaping from the corners of my mouth, and my eyes are watering slightly. But I relax my throat even more and concentrate on the task at hand. Slowly, the huge shaft inches further down my throat, gagging and choking me a bit, but I love it. The guttural groans on the other side of the wall have my insides heating with pleasure, and in a bit of inspiration, I begin to rub between my legs. Immediately, hot jolts leap through my sweetest spot and I moan even with the huge tool stuffed in my mouth.
“Pull your tits out,” the man says on the other side. “Then pinch your nips, Sugar.”
With his enormous shaft still buried in my throat, I do as commanded. Fortunately, I’m wearing a t-shirt with a sweetheart neckline, and I manage to pull the soft cotton fabric down so that my bra is visible. Then I pull down the sheer demi-cups, and my huge, creamy mounds spill out. The nipples are rosy red and rock hard, and I pull and squeeze at the tips while enjoying his huge shaft in my throat.
“Oh shee-it,” the man groans on the other side. “Who knew you’d be so dirty?”
But then, to be surprise, something taps my cheek. What the hell? What could it be? My eyes fly open and almost bug out of my head. It’s a second huge member, the velvety skin nudging softly against my lips.
The sound of low male chuckles ring out.
“Sugar, do you think you can take both of us in that sweet mouth?” the voice asks again. “I have a brother, and he’d love to get in on the action.”
I’m paralyzed because I literally have a man’s pole crammed down my throat as I play with my own nips. Another man’s pole is tapping my cheek suggestively, asking to play. I’m in a compromising situation, but the answer is clear: I want it, and can’t wait to move to the next stage.
63
Natalie
Slowly, I ease my mouth off the first man’s shaft. It reappears from between my lips, glistening and pulsing with need.
“You did a great job,” the voice on the other side says. “But do you think you can suck two?”
I gasp but then nod, eyes wide.
“I think I can. I know I can. But how?” I ask in a plaintive voice. “You’re both so huge!”
Two sets of male chuckles sound out from the other side of the wall as the two shafts bobble.
“Well, you’re a very talented girl, Sugar. It’s not going to be easy, but we know you’re up for the challenge. Just rotate between the two. Use your hand to please one while you suckle the other, and then switch. It’s easy.”
I gasp, every part of my body going hot.
“Are you sure?” I whisper.
“Oh yeah,” one of the men says in a low voice. “You’re so beautiful, Sugar, and your body is insane. Actually, we think you might enjoy it even more if you’re nude while sucking us. Can you do that for us, Sugar? Can you show us those beautiful ivory curves?
I gasp again. The sound is loud within the restroom, but then again, there’s no one to hear but them and me. Am I willing to do this? Am I willing to serve two men through glory holes while completely nude for their pleasure?
As before, I already know the answer. With slow movements, I get up and then slowly, pull my t-shirt over my head.
The men groan on the other side.
“You’re so beautiful,” they reiterate. “So fucking gorgeous.”
I smile shyly, and edge my denim mini-skirt off my hips so that I’m in nothing but panties and a lacy bra.
“Take it off,” the first voice commands. “We want to see everything.”
I have no idea how they’re able to see me because they’re not looking at me through the two glory holes. Instead, the two huge shafts continue to protrude through the wall, even more erect now. Seed drips off the tips in long, sticky streams before pooling on the floor, and I go hot inside at the sight. These men want me so bad, and the truth is that I want them too. I want to make them lose it in my mouth, and I’ll do whatever it takes to get us there.
Smiling coyly, I unsnap my bra in the back, letting the filmy lace drop off my arms. My huge melons drop out, lush and ready.
“Oh shee-it,” the men groan again. “We’re so fucked.”
I merely giggle, and lift one to my mouth to lick gently at the hard tip.
“It tastes good,” I mewl enticingly. “My breasts are Double D’s and I’d love for you to sample them.”
The men grunt again, and one shaft literally spurts a bit of seed.
“We’d love to taste them too, sweetheart. All in good time, though. For now, take off those panties. Can you do that for us?”
I nod and let my tits drop while giving my hips another suggestive shake. The white flesh sways this way and that, eliciting another moan from the men. I smile coyly, and then slowly turn while pulling my panties down. Soon, my pink vee is exposed and I giggle as the men let out more guttural groans.
“Shit,” one rasps. “I can’t wait to taste that.”
“I can’t wait to get inside,” the other one counters in a strangled voice. “But today isn’t the day. Come here, Sugar. Come taste what Daddy has for you.”
I giggle again, and then slowly sink to my knees before the glory holes. My kitty’s wet and moist, and I spread my knees so that it gets some air.
“Oooh,” I coo. “Look what just came out to say hi.”
With a teasing look, I reach down and part my lips with my fingers, showing them my hard nub. It juts out, at least an inch long, hard and pulsing with need.
“You’re so gorgeous, baby girl,” one of the men groans. “But now: suck.”
I do. I latch my lips onto the first shaft and lick up and down its length, tracing over the bulging veins. Meanwhile, my right fist goes to the other shaft and pumps it. Sweet, squelching sounds run out as I’m smearing seed over the long length.
Then, I switch. My mouth circles the second rod, and my hand begins jerking off the first pole. Both men are moaning up a chorus now, their harsh grunts interspersed with melodic unnnnhs. Their balls are lifting as I watch, and my own kitty begins to pulse with need. I reach one hand down to rub my clit, and suddenly everything hits Ground Zero.
The three of us climax at once, hitting our peaks simultaneously. One shaft bursts in my mouth as I swallow gulp after gulp of heavenly seed. Then I switch positions and catch the second shaft in my mouth as fast as possible, swallowing the second man’s virility as well. Meanwhile, my pussy pulses and jerks, secreting female nectar onto the hard tile floor.
We moan ecstatically, filling the tiled room with a melodious thrum of pleasure. We come and come and come, until finally, the pulsing ends and I sit back, breathing hard. My skin’s flushed and my curves out in the open for the men to see. I reach one hand up, and wipe delicately at my mouth before my tongue darts out to catch any remaining seed.
“Shit, you’re such a bad girl,” says one male voice.
“But you liked it didn’t you?” asks the other rhetorically.
I nod sweetly.
“I did,” is my confirmation. “Did you have a good time?”
“We did,” the men say. “But we want more. We’re not going to be satisfied with just this. We need to taste your sugar walls, sweetheart. We need to get inside there and feel just how tight and unused you are. Can we do that next time?”
I blink with surprise, but then a wave of sensuality runs through my body.
“Oh yes,” I coo. “I would like that. See this?” I say, spreading my knees to show them my sweet folds. My kitty’s swollen and wet with pleasure, and I part my lips so that they can see my sticky hole.
“I would love to feel you in here,” I say with a sly smile. “That would be soooo nice. Next time?”
The two men literally jerk again, spurting some remaining seed onto the tiled floor.
“Until then,” they promise in a growl. “You won’t regret it, Sugar. We’re going to stretch those sugar walls, and you’ll love it.”
“Promise?” I ask coyly.
“We p
romise,” they groan in return. With that, I smile happily and giggle. After all, I’ve just done the unbelievable. I literally serviced two anonymous men in the bathroom at Dads and Daughters. I showed them everything, including my sweetest spot, and then took their two members into my mouth until we all came.
How could things get any dirtier? The answer is clear: because these men want to taste my sugar walls. And the truth is that I’m going to let them, and I’m going to love it.
64
Natalie
I walk back into the main area of the lodge, and smile as normally as possible. Sienna’s waiting for me, still looking like an Earth Mama with her beatific smile and curvy tummy.
“Did you find the bathroom okay?” she asks innocently. “You were gone for a while, and I was afraid you got lost. The lodge is huge, and people have been known to disappear into its nooks and crannies,” she giggles.
I smile too and pat my curls. Hopefully, I look normal, even if my body temperature feels like it’s soaring. Oh my god, I did that with two men. I took off all my clothes and knelt on a tiled floor while I enjoyed the mouthfeel of their huge poles. I don’t even know their names, or their faces! What have I done?
I did see something that was very special though. Through the holes in the wall, I could see that they both had hip tats. One was on the left side, and the other on the right, but they were very distinct. One was of a kanji character, although I don’t know what it stands for. The other one was a picture of a roaring tiger, fierce and aggressive. I know I’d recognize both tats in an instant if I saw them again.
But still, I can’t get over what I just did. I’m not a glory hole girl! Or at least I wasn’t until ten minutes ago. Smiling again, I sit down on the couch across from Sienna.
“Oh no, I didn’t get lost,” I say. “I found the bathroom with the blue door just fine.”
“Oh good,” she giggles, her brown curls dancing. “Don’t you love the polka dot wallpaper?”