Blake and the Blowjobs… chapter 21

A young woman’s problems in a highly pornified future world.

(All characters in this story, that do anything erotic, are at least 18 years old)

After getting a quick lay poolside, I didn’t bother dressing and just went over to the common orgy room. I was ready for it. I scanned my pass and went in through the double curtains. And then... I walked right back out again.

Mother and Charles were in there of course. They were holding hands, kneeling in front of a low bed, asses in the air, faces in the bed, getting fucked up the ass. Both of them! A queue of burly guys were taking their turns to pound those asses. I know that Mother really likes it up the ass and she normally has more than one guy in her bed. But threesomes are sweet, what is going on in there is grotty.

I am too old for a minor’s room and I just want a sweet orgy with some new guys. But that common orgy room is just too far for me. What was I going to do? I needed to sit for a moment to think.

I went into the washroom and straight to sit in a stall. Then I noticed that there were gloryholes on both sides. These days, of course, all washrooms and change rooms are mixed sex. Except as a party game, who would bother with a gloryholes these days when sex is so open and available? I wasn’t going to bother.

Maybe I could pick up a guy who has a regular room. Would it be too chilly at night to sleep poolside? I could always sleep in the car, but if anyone found out that I slept alone would be mortified.

Just then a cock came through the gloryhole. Now I had planned to ignore the gloryholes, but this was a tasty looking cock. It was thick and stocky. The veins stuck out on the side. My mouth watered and instinctively took it in embraced it with my tongue. I hesitated, took it out. And said through the gloryhole, “You have a really stocky cock. I would love to get properly fucked by it. Shall we go up to your room?”

From the hole I heard a gruff, “OK, meet you outside.”

Exiting from the cubical, I and saw a young handsome guy there, grabbing him by the buns, I asked, “Are you my stocky gloryhole cock?”

He looked surprised.

Oops…

An older guy behind him with a rough ugly face, said, “No that’s me.”

I blurted out, “Sorry for the confusion both of you”, and took the ugly older guy by the hand. His rough craggy face, just added to the appeal of his craggy cock.

The younger guy smiled and politely said, “Too bad it was a mistake; I would have loved to ride you.”

The mountainous old face said, “If you are up for a threesome, come along.”

“OK” He took my other hand, looking at me to see if that was fine with me.

It was! The three of us walked over to the stairs. I was beaming with relief, joy and horniness. A sweet threesome was just what I needed.