Date: Thu, 05 Oct 2023 01:33:36 +0000 From: What's the deal with airline food? Subject: Only Girl At The Club (Part 1) Keywords: gloryhole, bathhouse, virgin, M/g, creampie Disclaimer: There is a not-so-fine line between fantasy and reality. This falls firmly into the former category. Take care to remember which side you tread on. Nifty is a free website, and a volunteer-run one at that. Consider donating to ensure it stays that way. Other standard disclaimers about material legality also apply. With all those boxes checked, on to the story! Sam stepped into the darkened club, carefully closing the access door. Electronic music thumped over hidden speakers, and the lighting was darkened to a dull red down the hallways. This was a particular club that was well-known in certain circles of the city, and the many private rooms left little guess as to what its reputation was. It was a gay bathhouse, a spot where men showed up for anonymous sex with other men, and a particularly popular one at that. Of course, Sam didn't actually know any of that. Because Sam was a twelve-year-old girl, and she was very much not supposed to be there. She knew about the club in an abstract sort of sense, of course. Her dads had let its existence slip on a couple occasions, and then very suspiciously refused to elaborate upon realizing their daughter was listening. It was an adult thing, they said, waving away her questions about the kind of "fun" that could be had there. She'd learn when she was older, or probably not because it wasn't a place for girls anyway. Sam was understandably not at all satisfied with that answer. It was the modern age, after all! Girls weren't supposed to be excluded just for being girls any more. Her dads were usually very forward-thinking on that front, so this was quite uncharacteristic of them. And all that only served to make her curious. And it was right there, in full view of the apartment's den window, taunting her with its mystery. She'd tried going in the front door once, but apparently she had to pay to even get in -- at least that was what she could figure out before the man behind the till found his voice and asked if she was lost. And so, after school, she studied the club from the apartment window, turning its puzzle over in her head. For the most part, men went into the front -- or rather side, as it was tucked away around the side of the building -- and came back out some time later, leaving little obvious opportunity. But then she saw her chance: a maintenance worker went into a different, keyed door once a week, and he was obviously rather forgetful. That fateful evening, she happened to look over from her computer right as he stepped up to the door, felt around in his pockets, and then groaned in visible frustration before removing a brick from the wall and retrieving a key from the hollow. When she saw that, Sam smiled. "Bingo," she said quietly. She had her in. And that brought her, the next afternoon, to the club. The removable brick was disappointingly obvious, the mortar having mostly worn away. The door lead to a maintenance access with a number of water-carrying pipes and valves. And on the other side of that room, a back door into the club. Sam stopped and looked around, letting her eyes adjust. It was a weekday afternoon, and it looked pretty empty. "Echo," she said quietly, her voice immediately lost in the music. She smoothed her sundress with her hands and carefully crept along a hallway, the thrill of being somewhere she shouldn't be rising in her chest. She continued onward, running her hand along the wall to orient herself, and jumped when two men, towels wrapped around their waists, stepped around a corner, chatting in low voices. She didn't wait to ponder the oddity of them seeming naked otherwise, and quickly ducked through a doorway before they noticed her. Then they also turned down the same way, and Sam couldn't help but notice they were starting to get a bit... handsy. No time to worry about that, through. If she lingered, she'd be spotted, and the fun would end. With the seconds she had, she quickly got her bearings, noting a row of small, closet-sized rooms along one end of the dark room. She hastily ducked in, latching the door behind her just as the pair walked past, thankfully continuing on through the room without stopping. She sighed, leaning against the wall. "That was close," she said to herself. After a moment, she noticed a small switch on one side of the cubicle. She reached out and flicked it, frowning when it didn't seem to do anything. She toggled it a couple more times before shrugging and leaving it in the on position. She gave it another moment to make sure the pair had gone before reaching out to unlatch the door... and then stepped back when she heard more footsteps passing through. They padded across the room and paused outside her door for a couple tense seconds before moving on. Sam let out her breath. Another close call. Maybe that was enough for now. Now that she knew a little bit of the layout, she could come back later with a better plan to properly explore- "How'd you get in here?" Sam nearly jumped out of her dress. She whirled around, searching for where the voice had come from. "Relax," the voice continued. "I'm not going to rat you out. I was surprised, is all." "Where are you?" Sam whispered. "Down here," the voice said, and Sam realized it was coming from an oblong hole in the wall she hadn't noticed at first that must have led into the cubicle next door. There was one in the other side, too, but that cubicle was unoccupied. She could see a shadowed face behind it, who from what little detail she could make out in the dim light was a man in his early thirties. Sam crouched down beside the hole, which was about at hip height , and leaned against the wall. "Thanks for not telling," she said. "Not a problem," the man replied. "How did you get in here, anyway? This isn't the kind of place a kid like yourself should be in." Sam's eyebrows furrowed. "I can be in here just like anyone else! I'm just being kept out because I'm a girl, and that's not-" The man had started making shushing gestures and Sam realized she was raising her voice. "Sorry," she continued. "I snuck in through a side door. There's a maintenance guy who always forgets his key." The man in the stall whistled quietly in appreciation. "You snuck in. Smart. But, uh... did you have a plan? What were you planning on doing in here?" Sam shrugged. "I wasn't allowed in, but I wanted to see what happens in here. So far it looks like a bunch of guys in towels wandering in the dark and listening to bad music. I don't know what's so special about here or why my dads like it." "Oh, it gets much more exciting, believe me," the man said. "Get here on a Saturday night, and you can't go three steps without... you know." "I don't know, actually," Sam replied. "That's why I'm here." The man started looking thoughtful. "Well, I guess I could show you. Like this hole, for instance. Do you know why it's here?" "So we can... talk to each other?" Sam said lamely, knowing it probably wasn't right. "No, it's so we can reach through and touch each other," the man said, and then his hand reached through the wall. "Like this. High five?" Sam halfheartedly slapped his palm. "It's called a glory hole," the man continued. "You can stick all sorts of things through it." Suddenly something clicked in Sam's head. She stood up and stepped back. "Wait, is this... is this whole club..." She swallowed. "A sex thing?" A pause, then, "Yes, it is. You said you have two dads, so you know some men like to do things with other men. This is a place where they can do that with no judgement, no strings, no messy relationships. Just sex." Sam let the words sink in. That explained the towels, the dark, the way her dads blushed and changed the topic the few times she'd asked, the insistence that it was an adult thing. She snorted. "That's it? That's the big secret?" "Yup. Nothing complicated. Nothing more involved than what your dads do in their room when they think you're asleep." Sam blushed at that, recalling more than a few nights of lying with her pillow over her head and trying to ignore the rhythmic noises from her dads' room. "I should probably go," she mumbled. "Maybe," the man said. "I can help you leave. Give you some cover. Buuuut, it seems a shame for you to go to all this trouble and not get anything for it, doesn't it?" He reached his hand through the hole and made a come-hither motion. "Step closer to the wall, and we can have a bit of fun. Right here, without anyone knowing. You'll like it, I promise." Sam eyed the hand with suspicion. "I'm not stupid," she said. "I've heard about people like you. You want to do sex things with me, even though it's not allowed." "And you're not allowed to be in here, yet here we are." The hand beckoned again. "Live a little. Enjoy something forbidden. Or unlatch that door and leave right now." Sam hesistated. On one hand everything she'd been taught was telling her to leave and not look back. But this was an adult thing, and didn't she want to try those out? What was the harm, really? This guy hadn't got a good look at her, so it wasn't as if he'd recognize her anywhere else, especially not with the wall in the way. In some ways, he was right. Nobody would know. She lowered her hand, which had been already reaching toward the door, and stepped forward. The man's hand bumped against her thigh as she approached, then opened and stroked her skin under the sundress. "Great," he said. "I'm glad. I'll make sure you enjoy this." Sam shivered slightly as the hand stroked along her thigh, her dress rustling as the fabric moved. Every touch sent tingles through her, centered on that special spot between her legs. She moved a bit closer, so there was only about a foot between her and the wall so the man could reach her easier. The hand on her leg tightened slightly in thanks, then moved up to rub in circles on her stomach, bunching the sundress up as it went. Sam felt the material moving up her legs, rising up from knee height to halfway up her thighs. The hand moved to her side, then to her hip, and started moving over where Sam's panties crossed her hips. He rubbed there, the material of her dress catching on the waistband, until Sam felt it start to slip. "Take them off," the man whispered. Sam blushed and stepped away. The hand pulled back through the hole and the face reappeared. "If you don't want to, that's-" "No, it's okay," Sam cut in. "I just... it's okay." She took a breath and turned away to take her underwear off. It felt less naughty to do it while facing the hole. She had them halfway down her legs when she froze. The opposite hole, which was unoccupied up until this point, had a face in it. Another man, this one a bit younger, in his mid-twenties. He raised a finger to his lips, eyes crinkling with silent amusement. Sam felt a flash of boldness and kicked her panties the rest of the way off, flashing a smile at the other man. Fine, if he wanted to play too he was welcome to. She returned to the hole, and the hand returned, rubbing against her thighs and pushing the dress up with increasing fervor. Within moments, it was at mid-thigh, and rising higher. Soon, the man was very obviously just trying to push her dress up, and Sam decided with another flash of boldness to help him out. She stepped back again, flashing her friend a reassuring smile, and, after a moment to still the butterflies in her chest, reached down to pull the sundress up and over her head. She did it in one quick motion, before she had time to chicken out, and with that was standing naked in the cubicle. A long moment passed, then the first man said "You're very pretty." Sam lowered her arms, dropping the sundress in a pile. "Thank you," she said nervously, fighting the urge to cover up. "Come right up to the hole," the man said breathlessly. "There's something else I want to show you." Sam stepped closer to the hole, until her crotch was about an inch away. "Better?" she started to say, then gasped as the man reached out and grabbed her crotch, pulling her closer until her bald slit was right up against the hole. "Better," the man said, the feeling of his breath over her lower lips sending shivers through Sam's body, before he moved and did... something incredible. At first Sam was so overwhelmed by the sensations that she couldn't figure out what he was doing, but whatever it was felt amazing. Much better than her own clumsy rubbing or grinding against her pillow. After she got used to the explosion of pleasure now radiating out from her slit, she was able to piece together heat, wetness and movement, and concluded that he was licking her young pussy, and very enthusiastically at that. His tongue wandered over her lips, pried them apart and prodded at her opening, flicked over her nub of a clit, and then went and started the cycle again. But it still felt somehow awkward, and he wasn't able to get at all of her. He obviously had the same idea, because he pulled back and wiped his mouth. "Turn around and lean against the wall," he said breathlessly. "Better angle that way." Heart racing, Sam did as he said, pressing her ass and burning pussy right up to the hole. "Perfect," the man said, and dove back in. Sam threw her head back and gasped, bending forward at the waist to try and push herself even closer. Now the man's tongue was able to lap directly against her clit, every movement sending a shock up her spine, and actually slip between her lips to poke a bit inside her. Then Sam opened her eyes, and blinked in surprise. There, right in front of her nose, pulsing with the man's heartbeat, was a penis. A very erect penis, sticking through the opposite hole. A penis that must have been attached to her other, silent friend. She'd seen penises before, of course. With two dads, it was nearly impossible to avoid, and of course there had been the diagrams discussed in euphemistic terms in health class. But never one this angry and hard, and certainly never this close. "Touch it," the other man said, the first thing he'd said since appearing at the other hole. Sam looked up, and saw his face peering at her through a hole higher up the wall, one obviously placed for that exact purpose. He nodded toward his penis expectantly. Hand trembling both with anticipation and arousal, Sam reached out and awkwardly grabbed the shaft in front of her. She heard a quiet sigh, and the man's hips rocked, thrusting it forward in her grip and making the tip bump into the bridge of her nose. She made a small noise and pushed backwards away from it, which of course only pushed her further onto the hungry tongue of the first man. Biting her lip to stifle her pants, she took the hint and started stroking up and down the second man's shaft, blinking with surprise the first time the skin covering the head retracted, exposing his crown. She pulled the skin back and forth a few more times, feeling quiet pride at the second man's thrusting into her hand. "Kiss it," he said quietly, and Sam looked up in surprise, somewhat spoiled by the tongue slipping into her again -- she could feel it doing so with much less resistance now -- and gave the second man a confused look. Why would she do that? Then again, the first man was using his mouth on her, and it felt great. Obviously guys also liked having mouths used on them. Steeling herself as best as she could, she leaned forward slightly and lightly kissed the adult cock in front of her, and pulled back in surprise when it thrust against her lips. She licked her lips, noting a faint salty taste, and glared crossly at the cock, the very tip of the head glistening with a sheen of her saliva. Behind her, the first man now had both hands involved, and was using his fingers to pry her lower lips apart and lick more deeply at her crevice. "Again," the second man said quietly, flexing his cock in emphasis. Sam eyed the penis distrustfully, but leaned forward again, and then several things happened at once. The man behind her pulled his tongue out of her pussy and shifted his hand, and she felt something stiffer than a tongue pressing at her center. With her vaginal muscles well relaxed from the thorough tonguing, it slipped right in making her gasp right as her lips made contact with the second man's cock. The second man tried the same trick again, but this time with Sam's mouth already open from the shock of having a finger penetrate her for the first time, the full head of his cock slid into her mouth. "Mmm!" Sam said in protest around the stranger's cock, but her voice was lost in the music. She tried to back off, but the cubicle was cramped, and had just barely enough space for her to bend over at the waist. The only way to get the cock out of her mouth would be to straighten back up, and that would signal to the first man that something was wrong. And now that she'd gotten over the initial shock, having a penis in her mouth wasn't... actually that bad. She'd expected it to taste odd, and it did, but more like skin than anything else. The second man seemed to take her hesitation as consent, and slid a little more of his cock into her mouth, the spongy head sliding over her tongue proper. The finger in her pussy was still at first, but soon started to gently thrust in and out, much like the first man's tongue had earlier, except it was able to reach much deeper. Almost involuntarily, Sam started pushing her hips back to meet its movements, which caused her mouth to move slightly on the second man's cock, which started gently thrusting in time. On the second thrust, it zigged upwards and grazed against her teeth. Sam internally winced at the quiet hiss of pain it brought and took more care to cover her teeth with her lips. At first she just allowed the cock to penetrate her mouth, afraid to catch it with her teeth again, but after a few moments she tentatively began to explore it with her tongue and was rewarded with a gasp of pleasure. Sam flushed with pride and did it again, and then it was her turn to moan around the stranger's cock as a second finger entered her and began thrusting into her with more strength. Behind her, she heard the first man move, and then a sliding sound before a hand clasped around her hip. She craned her head around to look back, the second stranger's cock slipping out of her mouth on a backstroke in the process, and saw an arm reaching through a second hole that must have been covered when she first entered. How many holes does this wall have? Sam wondered before the second stranger's cock slapped against her cheek, demanding her attention again. No sooner had she returned her lips to the penis than it thrust half its length into her mouth, leaving a trail of something salty on her tongue. Sam made another small noise of protest and managed to back off just enough that it was thrusting into her at a more comfortable depth, just as a third finger entered her well-stretched cunt. The fingers thrust in and rotated inside her, drawing more involuntary sounds from her occupied mouth. Then, as suddenly as they had entered, all three fingers withdrew, and there was another sliding sound before the first man's other hand grasped her by the other hip, pressing her tightly against the wall. Then the tongue returned, easily spearing into her pussy, although with the fingers having reached much deeper before it didn't bring the same thrill. The tongue only thrust into her a couple more times before it too withdrew. Then she heard the man shifting and the grip on her hips change, and she braced herself for whatever oral or finger-based pleasure came next. She didn't have to wait long -- as the second stranger's cock continued to thrust into her mouth, a group of fingers touched her pussy again, but this one felt somehow different. A little more yielding and smooth than fingers. Before she could figure out what it was, it prodded against her opening and thrust in, spreading her wide around it. It was only after it had penetrated at least a few inches into her, to the same distance that the fingers had, that she realized it couldn't be fingers. Both the man's hands were on her hips, holding her against the wall. And it was going far too deep to be a tongue... The second man's cock flexed against her tongue, and she realized. It was the first man's cock. His cock was inside her. She had a cock inside her pussy. And that meant- The first man thrust his hips, and his cock punched through whatever resistance her twelve-year-old pussy had left, prying its way into her untouched virgin depths until the man's balls rested against her labia. That was it. Her virginity was gone. At first, she was utterly shocked. Somehow she'd never expected it to come to that. But her shock became tinged with surprise. Wasn't it supposed to hurt the first time? Sure, she could feel the stretch as her immature snatch got used to its first intruder, but it didn't hurt. Then she remembered a biking accident years earlier, some panic at seeing she was bleeding lightly between the legs, and reassurance that it was fine and she'd just broken her... something that started with an H that she couldn't recall the name of right now. She didn't have time to ponder it longer, because the cock in her no-longer virgin pussy pulled back, then thrust back in. And did it again. And again. The whole time, the hands on her hips held her with an iron grip, pinning her completely against the wall and leaving her young pussy at the man's mercy. "Oh, you have the sweetest pussy," the man said, beginning to thrust hard enough that his hips were colliding with the wall. Every impact had his balls collide with her clit, sending a secondary shock through her body. The cock thrusting into Sam's mouth paused. "Are you getting fucked right now?" the second man asked, disbelief in his voice. But the answer was obvious. With each thrust, Sam's body was pushed forward, pushing her down ever so slightly on his cock. "Lucky guy," the second man said, and Sam could hear his grin. Then it was the first man's turn to pause. "You naughty girl, how long has someone else been here?" "She's been sucking my cock for at least a few minutes," the second man replied smugly. "Doing a good job of it, too." He lowered his voice, speaking to Sam now. "Did you expect to get fucked from both ends by strangers when you walked in? I didn't think so. Judging by your reaction, I'd say mine was the first cock in your mouth. Which makes the other guy the first one in your cunt." He started thrusting more powerfully into Sam's mouth. "Is that it, girl? Were you a virgin? Did you just lose your virginity to some stranger through a hole in the wall? Nod if it's all true, I'll feel it." Sam's cheeks heated up, but she nodded. "Fuck yes," the second man said. "And you're going to come back, aren't you? Now that you've gotten a taste for it." Was she going to come back? In that moment, something that had been building in Sam's lower body suddenly snapped forth, and her entire body lit up with heat. She helplessly whimpered on the second man's cock as waves of energy spread out from her stretched pussy, sending her arms shaking and her vaginal muscles spasming. "Oh my god, she's cumming," the first man said. "Oh, she's definitely coming back." His thrusts had become steadily faster and more erratic. He felt like he was building toward something, but Sam's orgasm-addled brain couldn't quite recall what. All she could stay focused on was the cock urgently thrusting into her pussy and the cock rubbing against her tongue. Then the first man groaned and his grip on her hips tightened almost painfully as he thrust in deeper than before. A moment later, Sam felt his cock start to rhythmically flex inside her as a vague warmth started to spread out from deep inside. A moment later, the cock in her mouth stiffened and something warm and salty splashed against the roof of her mouth. Her eyes widened in shock, but before she could pull back or react, a second squirt filled her mouth entirely, forcing her to swallow reflexively. Without any room to maneuver with the first man still holding her, all Sam could do was endure and wait it out. Five more shots filled her mouth with something salty and slightly bitter before the cock stopped flexing. "Swallow," the second man said, and she did, wincing slightly at the texture. Only after he felt her swallow did the second man pull his cock back, freeing her mouth for the first time in what felt like ages. She reached up and massaged her jaw as the hands on her hips became more tender, stroking her thighs as the cock in her pussy softened and slipped out. The second man unlatched his door and left without a further word, but the first man lingered for a moment. "Did you enjoy it?" he asked. Sam hesitated, then nodded. "Yes." A quiet sigh. "Good. I, uh... got a little carried away there." The hands released her and withdrew through the holes, and a couple clacks signaled the covers were back in place. Sam stood up and considered the gloryhole thoughtfully. "What's your name?" she asked suddenly, on a whim. The first man hesitated a moment before chuckling. "Don't you know the rules? We don't do names here." Then he unlatched the door and was gone, leaving Sam naked and alone in the dark. She idly reached down and toyed with her leaking slit as she bent down to pick up her dress. As she did so, she heard movement in the cubicle next to hers, and a different face appeared at the hole. It creased in confusion as the man saw her. "Hey, aren't you a-" Sam held a finger to her lips and smiled before unlatching the door and slipping out. Still naked, she jogged down the hallway, dodging past another startled man before ducking into the "Authorized Access" door. Once in, she turned the lock and put the sundress back on over her head, smoothing out the creases from the floor. The glow in her pussy still hadn't faded, and her heart was still racing. What she'd done was undeniably bad, but... She thought about what the men had said. As she stepped back outside and locked the door again, carefully placing the key in the alcove, she made her decision. She was definitely coming back.