The Hole-in-the-Wall Club

Poppy wouldn't leave the stall for quite some time.

After all, it wasn't every day that an opportunity like this came along, & she had a hard time convincing herself that it wasn't all a crazy dream. An endless supply of dick at her beck & call, with no questions asked, & no troublesome feelings attached? It seemed too good to be true.

So if this was all just a sex dream, Poppy intended to make it the longest, dirtiest sex dream she'd ever had. She stopped counting cumshots after the 6th or 7th man, letting the parade of cocks blur into a feverish sequence of sex, sex, sex.

Poppy chose not to wonder where they were all coming from. Her new mysterious friend Jeannie seemed to imply that the room was magic, which didn't make a lot of logical sense, but the end result was too much fun to question. They seemed to represent every point on the penis spectrum, with every possible scale, nationality, & attitude represented. Poppy enjoyed them all, relishing the chance to fit an entire cock in her mouth when something small appeared & letting out her inner size queen when a comically large porno-sized dick came through.

She also saw it as a chance to refine her craft, so to speak, running through every "one weird trick" that she had absorbed from reading Cosmo as a teen. Some things were better received than others, of course: she thought she was going to lose a customer after vigorously squeezing his balls, but was thrilled at the speed another man came from simply having his tip licked.

At the beginning, she tried to catch every single precious drop of cum in her mouth, but diversified quickly after considering the range of possibilities. She peeled off her top in order to take more loads on her tits. She laughed with a cruel sort of glee when she felt a man wind up then stopped stroking as soon as he started his orgasm. She even stood up & pulled down her panties to catch a thick load from a set of impressive balls, loving the filthy feeling she got in pulling them back up onto her wet pussy as the next cock came down the line.

Poppy stayed long after her jaw & knees started to ache, helping herself to some of the surprisingly supplies stocked around the stall-turned-lounge. Next to the large screen playing dirty movies on loop was a mini-fridge stocked with water bottles, champagne, fresh fruit, breath mints, & a few mystical looking potion type things with startling names. (Poppy took a chance on the "Pick Me Up!" bottle, which gave her a clean & refreshing burst of energy, but decided to pass on the "Turbo Ecstasy" option for the time being.) She gradually began to accept that her new friend was an honest-to-goodness magical being & figured that was explanation enough.

It was hours later by the time Poppy emerged, filled with a deep satisfaction (& more than a few loads.) She knew that this was not a secret she could keep to herself, & in the spirit of sisterhood, took a sharpie from her purse to scrawl on the wall next to the door:

"HOLE-IN-THE-WALL CLUB: Knock three times & find what your heart desires!"

She stood back & contemplated her handiwork, wondering if that properly conveyed the magic of the room. After a moment, she crossed out "heart" & scribbled in "cunt" above it. Much better.

It was difficult to say who the next to discover the magic of the stall was, but the news spread quickly amongst those looking for a good time. There was never a need for a queue or a signup sheet, but there was an unstated understanding as to when it was occupied (& to stop after three cocks if someone else was waiting.)

News began to spread like wildfire. A trio of sophomores teamed up to face the mystery together & were delighted to find the number of holes multiplied to accommodate them, though this seemed to correct itself after they left. There was even a rumor of a boy who tried to sneak in & pilfer the treats from the fridge getting himself locked in until he properly satisfied the considerable dick waiting for him. The custodial staff was surprisingly open to the change, leaving the graffiti up — & occasionally taking a suspiciously long time to focus on that bathroom.

The campus would never be the same.

How does Poppy adjust to her new slutty addiction? Who else discovers & plays with Jeannie's magical cock portal? What other sexy mysteries does she open up on campus? Comments, suggestions, & new chapters encouraged/appreciated!