Gloryhole Fantasy Festival ♕

Gloryhole Date

Hi, it’s your favorite phonesex goddess, Karina. I recently heard the amazing story of a group of couples that wanted to do something different. In a quiet little cul-de-sac, after soccer teams had left the fields and HOA meetings were pushed back until more convenient times. Richard built a gloryhole fantasy festival spot in his back yard. He really put his brain to work. What did his neighbors think? Read on to find out.

Richard, a very conservative man decided that he wanted to fuck his neighbor’s wife, Darlene. She’s never come to one of the parties, but always lets her husband. That was against the rules. Why did they let him do that?

Richard was an engineer by day. He was used to being around people with innovative ideas. Occasionally, he had some creative ideas of his own. Suddenly, he put down his evening wine and stormed off to his garage. Usually, he fucked his neighbors every third Thursday. That was the usual time. He was so bored with that.

Recently, he became obsessed with gloryhole porn. Richard wasn’t brave enough for pure anonymous sex. However, he was a smart guy and knew what he could with his hands. Richard used whatever was around. By the time he finished, he was very happy.

The Swinging Night

By the time the third Thursday rolled around, Richard was a ball of excitement. His wife was furious that she hadn’t been allowed in her backyard for quite a while. All of the swinging guests were very curious too. They all had come by and inquired. As he scanned the room, he felt a twinge in his balls. Darlene was here. Finally, the time had come to offically began the night. His wife liked to ring a little bell to start things off. He preferred it to be more casual. He wanted to welcome everyone formally because this was something new!

“Everyone,” he said. “Go outside, and take a look.” Naturally, he didn’t ask anyone to undress. Everyone getting naked was a matter of course. The gloryhole fantasy would begin or end with everyone’s reception of his little project. Gloryholes were generally things that people in his world knew nothing about. Maybe  some of his male friends would be excited. Soon, gleeful chatter rose from the back yard. All at once, everyone was inside with smiling faces, waiting for him to give instructions. That made his cock hard. Very hard.

Gloryhole Fantasy Fucking Begins

Richard explained that the men would go first. They would present their cocks and holes to the women first. They could suck, fuck, or peg them, but, of course, they would have no idea whose cock or hole they had. Everyone seemed to love that idea. The  stalls that Richard constructed in his back yard allowed everyone to have truly incredible gloryhole experience. He arranged for the bigger cocks to have their rooms. He marked those stalls especially. Idly, wondered which one Darlene would go to first.

Suddenly, Darlene spoke up, “I think the women need to go first. If we suck your cocks, half of you won’t be able to satisfy us later.” The women agreed. Soon the women were positioning themself in the stalls and stirrups to be fucked. Of course, he wouldn’t be able to see which one Darlene went into, but it made him up to see her huge round ass saunter into his back yard. Soon, he thought. Richard was determined to fuck her senseless.

The First Fuck was Lucky

The legs were spread wide open. The thighs were thick enough to be a number of women, but something told him that this was Darlene. Richard didn’t wait. He got on his knees put his tongue on the hard clit. It was so engorged. The muffled voice told him everything he wanted to know. He used his tongue to coax enough pussy juice out of her. Roughly, Richard shoved his cock into her pussy. He grabbed the handles he installed for leverage and swung his hips back and forward as hard as he could. He knew Darlene loved a rough fuck. She coated his cock in thick cum. Sounds of fucking filled the air.

This was a good idea, thought Richard. He thought about cumming in her pussy. She was begging him.

Have any good gloryhole stories? I want to hear them.

Call me, Karina.