I had finally finished wiping off and had gotten fully dressed. My tight panties reminded me that my clit was also numb and my vaginal pussy lips were puffed and swollen. When I left, I had figured that I probably swallowed just over 30 loads of strange cum and it wasn’t sitting well in my stomach. After telling Dawson that I didn’t feel well, I went home, ate crackers, drank Sprite to settle my nausea and help digest all that sperm. It worked because later that evening I felt great and was already thinking about my next visit.
For the next several months I would visit the adult bookstore about twice a week and averaged staying about an hour during the week and two hours on Saturday. That is how I learned my craft at sucking dick. Not to be too braggadocios, but I can make a guy cum really quick from my oral and ball massaging skills. Sometimes guys would stick their peter through the zipper or underwear flap which made it impossible to work those nuts but I still managed just fine. That reminded me of one guy that visited a few times and he wore these custom made silk boxers with a specific design. Each time, they were a different color but had the same pattern of ships or at least I think that is what they were. He was hairy, a good 7 inches long and I would deepthroat him until my lips touched that cool material. I could tell that he was an older guy and it took him a while to cum, but he would shake and yell through the wall when he finally did.
I loved the variety of cocks and guys that I sucked at the glory hole. I became curious and experimental with myself when I visited. Since it was a sex novelty store, it was that much easier to add variety. I bought this vibrator called the butterfly you wear like a guy wears a jock strap. It had a little snout that fit over my clit and vibrates while you wear it. Oh my, I sure wore it out because it felt so amazing when sucking strange cock. Other creative experiments I tried were using cock rings, videotaping myself with my phone while I sucked, and bringing warm tea in a thermos. When I sensed a guy getting close to orgasm, I would take a sip of warm tea so that warmth would put him over the edge.
It was all so exciting and different, after just a month, I would fuck some of the dicks when I visited. After sliding on the condom, I would either spread my legs, while bending over with my ass pressed against the hole or I would lean over the stool in the same position. I fucked “white whale” a couple of times and even had sex with designer undies guy. The twisted part was after we both would cum, I would pull off the dangling rubber with the spunk filled tip and empty the contents in my mouth. The smell of my own pussy mixed with the cum was intoxicating. I was sick and out of control.
What finally made me realize it was time to stop with the visits happened one day while I was at Dawson’s house. His parents were gone I was taking a shower in their bathroom connected to their bedroom. As I was drying off, that is when I saw them lying in the corner. It was a pair of silk, designer boxers with ships on them, lying in a ball. I was stunned and my eyes were as big as saucers. I immediately started pulling open dresser drawers and found the rest of those multi colored underwear, neatly pressed and folded.