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Glory Hole Tits
by Ted (address withheld)

***

Jean, my twenty-eight year old wife, had been asking 
questions about the adult bookstore downtown for some 
time now. She wanted to know what was in there, who was 
in there, what went on in there and what might happen 
if we went in there. (MMF, gh, breast-torture-fetish)

***

We’re finally here, I thought to myself as we pulled 
into the parking lot of an adult bookstore a few miles 
from our house. Jean, my twenty-eight year old wife, 
had been asking questions about it for some time now. 
She wanted to know what was in there, who was in there, 
what went on in there, what might happen if we went in 
there. 

She had heard about glory holes, especially as they 
were used by the gay community for anonymous oral sex. 
But she also wondered what she might do in there, 
wondered what might be done to her in there. For months 
now, she had raised the occasional question, the 
probing inquiry. But now we were here, parked, ready to 
go inside.

Jean was dressed for the event. She wore a short dress 
that was low cut, showing off her firm tits. She had 
lots of tan shoulder and arm exposed, lots of sexy leg. 
Only three buttons on top kept the dress on her. It 
could be removed in an instant. Underneath she wore, at 
my suggestion, nothing. Her sandals made her legs look 
so tan, so naked.

And now she was letting herself out of the car. As she 
stood in the parking lot, she looked around to see if 
anyone was there who might recognize her. She didn’t 
want to be seen going into an adult book store. She 
didn’t want to have to explain anything to anybody she 
might know. We hurried towards the door and went 
inside.

As Jean went amongst the many men looking at magazines 
on racks, I bought a ton of video booth tokens, hoping 
for the best. When I walked towards her, I saw the men 
staring at her, looking at her body, wondering why she 
was there. She seemed not to notice them as she paged 
through an issue of Barely Legal. When she saw me, she 
showed me a picture of two very young girls, hardly any 
tits at all, kissing each other deeply. It was a sexy 
picture.

Jean continued looking through the mags, browsing with 
all the men, getting their attention. She examined the 
entire range of magazines: gay cocks slapping against 
each other, lesbian pussy on display, shemales 
ejaculating, tit whipping, group sex... the whole range 
available in the store. The men never took their eyes 
off her. 

Finally she was hot enough from the magazines to take 
my hand and say "Let’s find a hole". We headed down the 
back hall towards the private booths. She opened the 
door of one and saw multiple holes in both side walls. 
She looked down at the floor and saw the cum stains. 
Then she proceeded to move down the hall, opening each 
door and inspecting the holes, evaluating the best 
opportunity for anonymous sex. Several men had followed 
us and were waiting to see which booth she would 
select.

When she opened the door to a booth near the middle of 
the hall, she stopped dead. On one wall there was the 
usual arrangement of two or three holes at cock level. 
On the other wall, however, there was a huge hole – 
giant, really – at cock level and with two smaller 
holes above it. 

She walked in. I followed and shut the door. As Jean 
peered through the holes to see if anyone was in the 
adjacent booths, I pumped tokens into the video 
machine. Up came a video of a woman fucking a very 
young girl while another young girl watched.

We immediately heard the doors open on both adjacent 
booths. Whoever was in the booth with the giant hole 
did not hesitate. He was already sticking his hand and 
arm through one of the two smaller upper holes, 
reaching for one of Jean’s breasts. She stood directly 
in front of those holes and watched the anonymous hand 
come to her right tit. She looked at me as the hand 
started playing with her tit, teasing it, exciting it. 
When the hand moved over to Jean’s other tit, she let 
out a quiet moan. 

We were doing it. We had come to the adult book store, 
found a booth with glory holes, and Jean was getting 
felt up by an anonymous hand. Soon the other hand and 
arm came through the second upper hole and now Jean was 
enjoying having her tits played with by two anonymous 
hands. She was very excited. She had sensitive tits and 
always loved any sex play they received, but this scene 
transcended everything she had experienced before.

Then the hands went right onto Jean’s nipples and gave 
them a light pinch. Jean gasped with pleasure and kept 
her tits pointing straight at the hands, hoping for 
more of where that came from.

Instead, though, the hands found those three buttons on 
her dress and quickly undid them. Then the hands went 
up to Jean’s neck and surrounded it, rubbing her 
erotically. As the hands moved down her shoulders they 
pushed the dress straps off. As the hands moved down 
Jean’s arms they pushed her dress down and off her 
until it started to fall. I caught it and held it low 
as Jean stepped out of it, naked now but for her 
sandals. She kept her legs a bit open, open and in 
front of that giant hole.

I hung up her dress on a hook on the booth door as the 
hands came up to her tits again and cupped them. Then 
the anonymous hands started to work Jean’s tits. She 
let out another, louder and longer, moan. This inspired 
the hands to start really working those tits of hers.

The hands were squeezing, pushing and pulling at Jean’s 
tits. She looked at me as the tit play got wilder and 
rougher. Then the thumbs and fingers were holding her 
nipples in a light pinch. She looked down at them, 
wondering what would be next.

"Shit!" Jean shrieked as she jerked back, freeing her 
tits from the hands. Apparently the hands had pinched 
her, pinched her hard.  Jean was looking at me, rubbing 
her nipples to sooth them. I wasn’t sure if it was all 
over at that point or what. Would Jean put her clothes 
back on and we would leave with a lesson learned? Or 
what would she want to do?

Then, unexpectedly, the hands snapped their fingers. 
The sound and gesture shocked Jean. The hands were 
impatient? They wanted her tits back? They wanted to 
inflict more pain? Jean looked at me with a combination 
of apprehension and sheer sex. Then, amazingly, she 
stepped forward and slowly put her tits back into those 
anonymous rough hands.

Immediately the hands went to work, even more roughly 
than before. And why not? Jean had taken the pain and 
then, only with limited hesitation, had put her tits 
right back into those hands, apparently seeking more of 
the same. But this time it wasn’t the same, it was more 
brutal. The hands went to work, went to work fast and 
hard.

But this time Jean stood her ground as the hands 
roughed up her tits. She stood her ground as the hands 
squeezed and pulled at her. She stood her ground as the 
hands slapped her tits and then pinched her nipples. 
She even stood her ground as one hand held her left tit 
in a squeeze, her nipple sticking out as the other hand 
slapped it back and forth. She took it all, spreading 
her legs a bit wider, her cunt opening up in front of 
the giant hole below, getting wet.

Then, when the hands held her nipples in a long, hard 
pinch, Jean still stood her ground. Even as the pinch 
turned violent, causing Jean to gasp and grimace, she 
still stood her ground, taking the pain. But when the 
pinch became a vicious tug down and up and then down 
again, Jean cried out and jerked herself free once 
again, panting, her red, swollen tits heaving in the 
dim light of the booth.

But the instant those hands snapped their fingers 
again, Jean thrust forward, no hesitation, putting her 
punished tits back yet again into harm’s way. This time 
the hands grabbed her nipples and pulled them forward, 
towards the holes. That’s when I realized that the 
holes were positioned and sized perfectly to have 
Jean’s tits poke through them. The hands forcefully 
pulled Jean’s tits right through the holes. Her body 
was pressed up flat against the cum-stained wall as her 
tits protruded into the mystery of the next booth. 

And then all was still and quiet. Jean’s naked body was 
flush with the wood wall, her flesh pressed up against 
the cum stains, her shoulders flat against the rough 
surface so as to push her tits as far through the holes 
as possible, extending her tits into the booth with the 
anonymous hands as deeply as possible. And there Jean 
stood, waiting, waiting with her tits through the 
holes, ready to accept whatever the violent hands would 
do to them. Jean stood there vulnerable and waiting, 
her tits stuck through the holes and at the mercy of 
the anonymous hands.

And then she cried out in pain, excruciating pain. 
Something had happened alright, something violent to 
one of her tits. But still she stood her ground, tits 
still through the holes, still at the mercy of the 
torturous hands, waiting.

She suddenly cried out again, even louder, something 
having happened to her other tit. But still she stood 
her ground, naked skin pressed up against the cum 
stained wood wall, tits through the holes. Jean was 
determined to take whatever the hands gave out.

And then her tits were in deep torture again. Jean 
writhed and cried out, twisted and humped the giant 
hole with her pelvis, but she kept those tits through 
the holes. As she moaned and cried, I realized that her 
tits were being punished rapidly and brutally. 

I didn’t know what to do. Should I stop this violence 
to her tits and pull her out of those holes? Or should 
I push against her back, pressing her tits even further 
into those holes, preventing her from escaping the pain 
she seemed to be enjoying so deeply?

But then something must have really happened to her 
because Jean jumped back, taking her tits out of the 
holes, retreating to the safety of our booth. She 
looked down at her tits and then looked at me. Slowly, 
she turned to face me, showing me her tits. In addition 
to being all swollen and red, they were covered in 
saliva. There were teeth marks on them. Apparently the 
anonymous hands had been joined by an anonymous mouth.

And then the hands were back at the holes, snapping 
their fingers, impatient for Jean’s hurt tits. 
Instantly, again without hesitation, Jean went flush up 
against the cum stained wood wall with her naked body 
and stuck her battered and bitten tits through the 
holes. She wanted more, and she wanted it all.

The anonymous hands and mouth seemed to deliver as Jean 
quivered with pain. She moaned and gasped as the 
torture continued. Tears started streaming down her 
face as her tits took everything the anonymous hands 
and mouth could give her.

Then, suddenly, all was quiet again. Was it over? Or 
was something new about to begin?

Jean, with the side of her face pressed against the 
wall, looked at me with new terror. Something different 
was happening, something incredibly painful, something 
to her left tit, something exquisitely painful.

Then, quiet again.

But then Jean moaned deeply and twisted her body so 
that even more of her right tit was at the mercy of the 
mystery in the next booth. Again the look on her face 
was of torture, exquisite tit torture. What was he 
doing to her tits?

Then, suddenly, she was humping the wall. Or, more 
specifically, she was humping the big hole in the wall. 
Looking down, I saw one of the anonymous hands 
fingering Jean, finger fucking her cunt violently. This 
wasn’t a finger teasing her cunt, it was three fingers 
punching into her cunt, rapidly and violently, with no 
interest in how she liked it. The hand fucked her cunt 
unmercifully.

Jean’s reaction was to push her cunt towards the hole 
and accept the violent finger fuck. As she did, she 
leaned back and her tits came out of the upper holes. I 
saw the fruits of the anonymous hands’ labor: through 
each of Jean’s tits was a safety pin, a safety pin 
fastened.

Shit. He had pushed pins through her tits and then 
fastened them. Exquisite pain, exquisite tit torture. 
And now he was finishing her off, finger fucking her 
cunt violently.

As Jean started to cum, she began to collapse. I caught 
her and held her up as she shook with her orgasm. She 
came and she came and she came. As she came, I couldn’t 
resist feeling her tits, pulling lightly on the pins 
through her tits, teasing her tits with the pins stuck 
right through them. And when her orgasm was over, she 
collapsed to her knees on the cum stained floor, her 
pinned tits heaving in the dim light.

And then it came through the giant hole. The anonymous 
cock. It was big and it was beautiful. And it was 
dripping pre-cum into our booth.

Then also through the giant hole came the anonymous 
hands. They came into our booth and grabbed Jean’s 
hair, pulling her face towards the anonymous cock. The 
hands strong grip on Jean’s hair held her head in place 
as the cock was thrust into her mouth. They held her 
head steady, in front of the giant hole, as the cock 
started to violently fuck her face. 

Jean just leaned forward towards the hole and took the 
face fuck. As the cock pumped into her mouth over and 
over again, the hands pulled her head more towards the 
hole, eventually into it. Then her head disappeared 
through the hole, getting face fucked violently in the 
next booth from a guy that had just stuck pins through 
her tits.

The scene was so overwhelming, I couldn’t resist. I 
took my cock out and started to masturbate. I wanted to 
cum all over Jean’s naked shoulders, back and ass as 
her head stuck through the hole, her face getting 
fucked by an anonymous cock.

But as I stroked my cock, I heard the anonymous cock 
start to cum. Jean’s head stayed through the hole as I 
heard the moans and groans of orgasm. Suddenly Jean’s 
head was thrust back through the hole, released from 
the face fuck. She looked unbelievably sexy with hair 
messed up, cum dripping out of her mouth and her 
battered tits with pins sticking through them.

She turned to look at me and saw me pumping away at my 
cock, getting close to cumming. Immediately she stood 
up and kissed me, kissed me deeply with all the 
anonymous cum in and around her mouth. She hadn’t 
swallowed it all, and so her mouth was full of cum for 
me to taste, for me to swallow. As we kissed, cum 
swapping, I felt a hand join mine on my cock. Jean and 
I looked down and saw the anonymous hands pushing my 
hand away, grabbing my hard cock and pulling it towards 
the hole.

Jean immediately pulled my pants and shorts down to my 
ankles and pushed my ass towards the hole, pushed my 
cock through the hole. Then those anonymous hands 
reached around my ass, pulling my cock completely 
through the hole into the darkness of the next booth. 

Fearful, I didn’t know what to expect. But then I felt 
my cock engulfed by what felt like the most wonderful 
of all mouths in the world. I felt the most exquisite 
sucking of my entire life. As my hips naturally 
responded by fucking into the anonymous mouth, the 
anonymous hands pulled my ass cheeks apart and started 
playing with my asshole. 

The combination of the fingers on and in my asshole 
with the best blow job of my life was making me cum, 
cum big time. Jean gave me another cum-flavored kiss 
and then she leaned against the wall where I could see 
her play with the pins in her tits. That’s when I 
exploded, exploded with the biggest orgasm of my life.

When it was over, I was too weak to move. As I leaned 
against the wall, Jean just stood next to me with a 
smile, playing with the pins through her tits. Then she 
took her dress off the door hook and put it on. The 
thin material didn’t hide the pins stuck through her 
tits. I pulled up my pants and zipped them up. 

Jean opened the door and we headed out of the booth 
into the narrow hall. Many men were in the hall, 
waiting, waiting to see the woman who had gone into the 
booth with the giant hole. As Jean brushed past them, 
her pinned tits were proudly on display.

We left the store and got back into the car. As I 
started to drive home, Jean rolled down her window for 
some fresh air. Then she undid the three buttons on her 
dress and looked down at the pins in her tits. 
Eventually her fingers started playing with the pins, 
pulling on them, twisting them. As I drove, watching 
her play with her pinned tits, I wondered what she 
would let me do them. 

Perhaps I could pull and twist those pins. Maybe even, 
just maybe, I could unsnap them, pull them out and then 
stick them back into her tits, stick them back in again 
and again and again...

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
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