The Glory Hole Where I Didn’t Know Who Was Fucking Me

I woke up one morning with an idea wedged between my legs that I couldn’t shake. For weeks, I’d been fantasizing about the same thing: getting together several of the men who had already fucked me and setting up a glory hole with them. What turned me on most wasn’t the sex itself, but the thrill of not knowing whom I was doing what with. A wall, some holes, and my mouth blind.

The problem was where. I had no idea what kind of place you could set something like that up in without ending up somewhere sordid and filthy. So I thought of Mauricio, who always bragged about knowing half the city, and texted him.

—Hi, Mauricio, how are you? I wanted to propose something different. I have a fantasy I’d like to fulfill and I need your help, but I don’t even know where this is done or if you’ll be into it.

I blurted out the glory hole idea right away. It took him less than a minute to answer.

—Hi, Renata. Of course I’m in. I know the perfect place, some private booths downtown. How are you imagining it?

—I want to invite a couple more friends, including you. The condition is that I don’t know who’s on each side of the wall. No voices, no clues. Just them and me.

—I love the idea —he replied—. I’ll take care of booking it. You pick the others.

He sent me the address. It was a discreet place, one of those you walk into without anyone looking at you twice. With that sorted, I wrote to the other three: Damián, Iván, and Tobías. I didn’t choose them at random. All three had big cocks, each one in its own way, and that was exactly what I needed for the game to work. I explained the fantasy without much beating around the bush, and all three agreed almost immediately. We set it for Friday, the only day everyone could make it.

***

Friday came and I got myself ready as if I were going on the most important date of my life. I put on a black lace thong, a matching bra, and a short dress that clung in all the right places. I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled. I was wet before I even left the house, just thinking about what was going to happen.

I took a taxi downtown. On the way, I got a message from Mauricio: “We’re all here. Booth three.” I replied with a simple “on my way” and put my phone away.

The place was cleaner than I’d expected. Dim reception, narrow hallways, numbered doors. I found booth three, took a deep breath, and went in. Inside, it was small but comfortable: a low couch against one wall, warm light, and on each side, a dividing wall with a hole at just the right height. Two holes, four men on the other side, arranged so I had no way of knowing how.

I sat on the couch for a moment, just to enjoy the wait. My heart was pounding fast. Then, through one of the holes, a cock appeared.

It was big, thick, but since they all had big ones I couldn’t tell whose it was, and that was exactly what made me clench my thighs. I took it in my hand and started stroking it slowly, up and down, feeling it harden against my palm. Almost instantly, another one came out through the opposite hole. I grabbed it with my other hand and gave both of them the same treatment at once.

I leaned in and started sucking them. One and then the other, alternating them in my mouth, mixing slow licks with deep throats that made me tear up. I kept switching between them without a break, hearing some contained breathing on the other side of the wall that told me nothing either. My jaw was burning and I didn’t want to stop. After a while, both cocks withdrew from the holes, one after the other, leaving me breathless and with swollen lips.

The other two replaced them. Different cocks, different shapes, and again that guessing game without knowing. I did the same thing, took them into my mouth one at a time, jerked them off, left them shining with saliva. I was soaking wet. Knowing my tongue was on someone without having any idea who was driving me insane; I built a vague image of them just from each shape, and that uncertainty turned me on more than anything I’d ever done before.

I slipped my hand between my legs while I sucked them and found myself completely wet, ready, impatient. Each cock had its own character: one more curved, another straighter, another pulsing against my palate at the slightest touch. I was memorizing those differences almost without realizing it, filing them away for the end, though at that moment all I wanted was more.

***

I’d put a couple of condoms in my bag, out of caution and because I wanted to. I took one out and slipped it onto the cock on the left. I took off my dress, then my thong, and left my bra on. I pressed myself against the wall, resting my ass against the cold partition, searching for the hole with my hips.

I took the shaft in my hand and guided it to my opening. When it slid inside me, I let out a moan I couldn’t hold back. I was so turned on that every centimeter felt perfect. I started moving back and forth, slamming my ass into the wall, setting the rhythm myself, while still sucking the cock in the other hole without letting it go.

After a few minutes I wanted to switch. I pulled away, put a condom on the one on the right, and repeated the maneuver: I hiked myself up, guided it inside, and felt that fullness again that made me close my eyes. The one on the left withdrew to give the next one his turn. While one was fucking me, I took the newly appeared shaft and sucked it, then rubbed it between my breasts until I gave it a slow tit job. I was enjoying myself like few times in my life.

I kept going like that for a good while, splitting myself between the cock filling me from behind and the one in my mouth. Until, in the middle of a deep throat, the one in my mouth couldn’t hold out any longer. I felt it throb right before unloading, and it filled my mouth with a thick heat that I swallowed without thinking. I cleaned it off with my tongue. It withdrew from the hole, still trembling, while from the other side they kept driving into me.

***

Another shaft appeared through the opening. The one fucking me stopped and pulled away. I already wanted more, already wanted to feel them somewhere else. I moved to the cock on the left and started sucking it, salivating it as much as I could, getting myself ready. I hiked myself up again, this time offering my ass, and guided it in slowly.

It went in firmly, without hesitation, and I moved just enough for my body to start getting used to the invasion. It hurt a little and felt incredible at the same time. Another one appeared through the other hole, so I caught it with my hand and jerked it off quickly while I was getting fucked from behind. On the other side I heard a gasp that grew faster and faster.

The one in my hand couldn’t hold out much longer. With a couple of hard pulls he came all over my face, several times, splashing my forehead, cheeks, and lips. My face was soaked and I didn’t care at all; on the contrary, it turned me on even more. And meanwhile the one behind me kept pounding into me until I felt that familiar heat, that throbbing against my walls, and I knew he’d come too.

That made three. One in my mouth, one on my face, one in my ass. Only one left. Through the left hole, the cock I’d put the condom on at the beginning appeared again. I took it like an old acquaintance and pushed it back into my pussy. I was so on the edge that a few minutes of hard thrusting were enough for the orgasm to shake me from head to toe, trembling against the wall, biting my arm so I wouldn’t scream. He followed close behind: I felt him pulse inside the condom and empty himself with one last thrust.

I couldn’t believe it. Four men had left me marked everywhere, and I still didn’t even know for sure which one had been which.

***

I let myself fall onto the couch, flushed, my legs still trembling. A while later, the booth door opened and the four of them came in, dressed again, with that conspiratorial smile of people who had just shared a secret.

—Thanks, guys —I said, catching my breath—. That was delicious. Now let me guess.

I looked at them one by one, running through what my body had felt on the other side of the wall.

—Who came in my mouth? —I asked, and fixed my eyes on Tobías—. It was you, wasn’t it?

—Haha, yeah —he admitted, surprised.

—And who ended up on my face? —I paused—. That was you, Iván.

Iván’s eyes went wide.

—How did you know? Yeah, it was me.

—And who fucked my ass apart? —I smiled—. You, Mauricio.

—Yesss —he answered, amused and bewildered, while the others laughed.

—So by elimination —I said, pointing at the last one—, you were the one who ended up in my pussy, Damián.

The four of them just stared at me with a mix of amazement and admiration. I shrugged.

—I know how to recognize your cocks. Even if they’re similar in size, each one feels different, and I like them all.

—Anytime you want to do it again —Mauricio said, and the others nodded.

I got dressed slowly, my whole body still buzzing. It was one of the best experiences of my life, and as I left that booth I was already thinking about the next one: a real orgy, all four of them at once, no wall in between. But that’s another story, and I’ll tell you about it another time.