Other Side of the Wall

I felt like an idiot for not dressing up for the Halloween party, which was ironic because the reason
why I wear it, so I can avoid looking like an idiot in the first place. I was going to the party only to
find a sexy stranger to take home and enjoy. I thought my chances of that would have been better if I
had put on some ridiculous costume. But when I arrived, I found that I was a strange man in a house
full of people dressed as everything from vampires to a giant bottle of KY jelly.
It was not so bad, and I graciously thanked the friend who told me that Party invitation. As promised,
the party was well stocked with women, and each of them was wearing in a sexy costume. It was hot
cheerleaders, hot cops, even hot zombie milling around in a crowded house. I heard about it but
never seen a girl who came to him naked, except for the suit, which was painted on. A place that was
like a frat house, but without the frat-community college I went to did not have frats or sororities-
busting at the seams with young, beautiful people who are looking for a good time at a party, and
even better time Mon I am deeply hoping that my lack of costume kill your chance Lcking out.
When I looked around and drank his first cup of unidentified beer, I noticed that there were just a lot
of hot women-place was literally crawling with them. Even the not-so-attractive girls wearing slutty
costumes and uniforms. I was at house parties and keggers before, and often there were a lot of
people who want to score, and not that many girls to pick from. But today, women seemed to prevail
guys at least three to one.
I turned to ask my classmate what this party was so special, but found that he disappeared in the
crowd. Still curious, but not part, made my way further into the house. Although I know a few people
that I've seen around campus, I could not find anyone I knew until I came upon Paul, who was in my
calculus class. We never talked because she was quiet and we sat on opposite sides of the street, but
with a beer or two in her talking like we were old friends.
Paula was twenty-one, and the sweetest person could ever meet. Still patrolled on weekends, she
helped foreigners with their studies in the library, and she embarrassed very easily, giving it away
with a face that would flush a deep red. It was far from obese, but she was definitely bigger girl with
a big ass and heavy rack to match. Her face, however, did not look chubby at all and in fact, it is very
attractive sensual with green eyes and long, curly brown hair and full lips in the ubiquitous smile.
Tonight looked especially good looking in my witch costume that showed off her abundant cleavage
and hugged ass.
I have to admit that part of me wondered what the hell am I doing spending your time with this girl
more when there were so many hot, tight bodies on the side looking for a good time. I have nothing
against fat girls, but I do not usually dream about them, either. Whether it was the beer or
convenient conversion I do not know, but something I feel really good being with Paul, and before I
knew it, I was dreaming about acceptance of their home, as we chatted. Something about her was so
real, and anything else that is erotic. The way of eye contact, the way she smiled and how she
touched my arm as we chatted all contributed to what has become a great time.
It was really beautiful and it was not the beer talking; I would not be surprised if he ended up on one
of these ads and billboard size. In addition to its discovery costume showing off her assets, but left
enough imagination to make me curious. It did not take long and I was really eager for this girl, and
not only through its size, but because of it. I wanted to feel her against me, not later, not now, but
now.
I kissed her. Quiet. My lips gently suck her lower lip. She kissed back with more vigor, he took me in
his arms and I hugged her in return. Our tongues danced together, sliding, writhing and thrusting,
wet and purpose. I knew from the first moment that just as hungry for me as I was for her. But we
were in the middle of the crowd, and the party has not yet reached the level of make-out anymore.
We had to take it easy. Kiss eased back until Paula is strong, seductive massage wet lips and
nibbling on me. It tasted so sweet that I just could not get enough. I could have kissed her for hours.
Paula had other plans.
"You want to go?" she asked breathlessly, still teasing her lips.
"I do," I said as I shook my head. "But now I'm a little too drunk to drive."
She said no, and I handed her my keys with a smile before he even asked.
"My place or yours?" I said, taking her hand.
We could have done it, and I stress 'might', if it grabbed my crotch with her hand as soon as we were
out of the house. Pressed my erection through my pants and I was suddenly overcome with the need
to have it all ways., We ran across the yard, fumbling for themselves around my car and leaning on
the back of the house for more of our deep, hungry kisses. started stroking me through my pants,
and I knew what we wanted to do, we went to do it now.
I untied the bodice of her costume, releasing his tight grip on his chest and then pulling it down so I
could see her incredibly large breasts. They collapsed some, like some huge natural breasts by, but
they are more real, more familiar, and more exciting. Her nipples were erect and fat, and when I
grabbed her and squeezed her ample, soft body, I saw pink buds grow longer and heavier than my
eyes.
She, in turn, wrestled my pants until you go back and was in the process of pulling me out into the
cold night air when we heard voices nearby. We had not been discreet with our start location, but
the beer flowed, and a few select members of the party began pouring into the courtyard, most
either vomit or smoke. We backed into the shadows. I was willing to make a break on the car and
just do the deed there, but I felt Paula pull my hand before I could propose it.
"Here," she said, opening the door to the dark back of the house.
It was unlocked, so we went.
In the room we found very unusual, but it somehow fits into the dilapidated state of the rest of the
house. It looked as if someone had added a cheap, unpainted walls, separating what has to be
greater room to several rooms, the dimly lit hallway too narrow sometimes pass fire code. Along the
hall, all on one side, three doors. We are half-open, half-fell through the first.
It was dark inside, but the light shining in from the hallway before I threw the door shut behind me
gave me enough look to know that we were not in the room so much as a dressing room. Paula
hugging one hand, devouring her warm tongue reached I find the switch. I do not mind doing it in
the dark, but I really wanted to see her. Besides, it's dark and there is a pitch-fucking-black. This
chamber was second.
After much fumbling, but find no switch, I wanted to give up when I realized what I thought the hair
brushing my face was actually a string. I pulled out a lighted lightbulb over his head.
Now I could see. It was a small, closet large room, bare except for lamps, a stool in the corner, and
the two of us. It would not be the most comfortable place to fuck, there was no way we could
determine, but it was even better and more privacy than my cab would be.
Paul and I continued to kiss and suck each other's mouth, lips and tongue. Now, if we were lit, I
could clearly see her huge tits for the first time, that looked as good as it feels in your hands. And for
her, Paula saw my hard penis for the first time, he pulled my pants at the waist and jumped into
view. Her hand caught me there, right at me, but with the thumb on top of my base, and the rest
hands curling behind me, holding my balls and gently squeezing. With this handle, she pops dick, so
it came into contact with the belly rubbing me back and forth on her skin.
I wanted to explore more about it, but I was out of the ability to control himself. My erection was
calling the shots for the moment, and I instinctively thrust his hips and rubbed against her harder,
not only want to feel your skin on my penis, but the flesh of her breasts. I groaned and gasped. I
kissed her hard. My whole body was tense, as it always was, despite her extra pounds, I felt Paul
was as tightly wound as I was ready to snap, but did not want to just yet.
I reached down, slipping his hand under black, artificial leather miniskirt and cupping her buttocks,
which were warm, soft and bare. I was surprised that I had the courage to go to a party with a short
skirt and no underwear, but I'm excited. I ran up again, move out of my control again. Paula felt
what I wanted and fell apart just enough to push up my penis between her heavy breasts. Paula
pushed together, catch me there, then held it as I fucked her chest. I did not want to do it because I
knew I would lose it, and it will all be over, but I could not stop. I needed to cum so badly.
But Paula read my thoughts and straightened back up, releasing my cock from her chest before
backing up and pulling over a stool to sit on. Her face was directly in line with my throbbing
erection, and took my balls in her hand, massaging them when they plunged ahead. Her luscious lips
just enough to surround the tip of my penis and there she kissed me, tease me, I hardly probing with
her tongue, but it still gives me greater pleasure than I could handle. My knees buckled and I had to
stretch the side wall for support. My breath in my throat and my eyes roll back in my head.
If I would have sucked, I'd like to come, so it was lucky and unbearable that she went to rouse me,
but I must say that it was teasing himself better than some full-on oral sex I had before. It still took
every ounce of concentration for me to hold back his load. Meanwhile, Paul knew how to treat me.
She moved, opened her mouth wide, and I fell hard on the ball, then sucked it and rolled it with her
tongue. I moaned with pleasure, hardly hear myself through music and the crowd filling the rest of
the house. I could not quite hear Paul laments, because everything was so loud, but I knew it
because I felt the rhythmic vibrations between her legs.
A few minutes later, he had his testicles soaked plop out of his mouth, and started to tongue along
the bottom of my entire length. I shivered as her tongue was big and broad and muscular; she was
able to twist the edges so that perfect cup my shaft, so I was pretty much how this treatment on
three sides of my penis once. Better yet, how wet she leaves her saliva thick, warm up my trail hard.
Before I could recover from that joy, Paula I swallow me sucking hard and bobbing his head quickly.
Her smooth lips gripped me tight and drawn, and her tongue licking and sipped at me, as if it had a
mind of its own. Sometimes I was so impressed that I did not know if her tongue was on the side,
top, or bottom of my penis. My hands tightened into fists, grabbed a handful of her silky, curly hair.
Every once in a while she will show how much was for me to pull my dick out and spit-soaked
erection rubbing his cheek, making sure my bulbous head made contact with the cheeks, forehead,
and ears before putting me back into her mouth. As soon as i ducked under her so she could rub my
balls over her face, forehead, nose, and she kissed and sucked on sensitive, neglected patch of skin
between my bed and my ass. I still do not know how I lasted this time, but I am.
One thing I had to go to my perseverance was that all Paula saliva dulled senses a little, but still, it
would take if he did not stop when it did. She stood back up, trailing kisses my body as he lifted his
shirt, then off, ends with her wet lips sucking on mine, and her fat naked breasts pressing on my
naked chest. I could taste traces of himself to her, and it was exciting, but I was even more excited
about what might come next.
Paul waited, looked into my eyes and smiled and told me without words, that I was to take the next
step. I did not have to think about what I wanted to do. I'd been hunting Paulino steamy smell for a
while now, and not only was it incredibly exciting, but it was making me very hungry pussy. I had
her turn, and then came out of my pants and put them on the floor with a shirt that could kneel on
them for comfort. Then I bend her as I pushed her miniskirt, revealing her impressive ass. Her
cheeks were so soft and full, yet surprisingly firm and well shaped. My mouth watered when I
grabbed her ass and spread her cheeks apart, revealing her pink, puckered anus and hairless pussy
below.
Even with Paula's face and much of the front half of the button on the rear wall cabinet was barely
big enough to make me kneel behind her, and I could not get in the right position to get her to eat in
this angle. We could have fit a 69, but that would mean, both of us got up and reposition themselves
and they were seconds, I could not wait. Instead, my body twisted and bent, tense neck and back,
did everything he could to get my lips on my goal.
When I finally got to her pussy lips, Paula bucked so hard on the expectation that I lost the delicate
balance and fell to the ground. I grabbed her ass, make my tongue loss of contact from her sucking,
delicious cunt. Somehow, this new position and lying next to her was much more comfortable than I
was before. The only drawback was that I was literally hanging from it; I had to depend on my hands
to make me a treat in this hot between their legs. I welcomed the challenge, as I devoured her big,
delicate snatch.
I've eaten my share of pussy, all from the normal size for a small number of slightly larger diameter
than the ones. Paula was the biggest pussy, and I became unbearably excited not only pushes his
tongue and lips and nose between his thick lips, but a large part of my whole face! I growled over
myself when I chewed the fat pussy and guzzled juice released me. I clawed at her ass as I tried to
close itself, or even bring myself closer and deeper into it. My heart was pounding with excitement,
and I felt a wave of delicious pleasure wash to me-something I never experienced before, as if I had
a dry, full-body orgasm. Eat this girl just mind blowing, and I just could not get enough. I was
literally shaking with excitement. My heart raced.
The Heaven on Earth was interrupted by the sound of blaring air horn somewhere else in the house,
followed by the amplified voice of the caller of "tricks and treats time". Now we have uv quiet area in
any way. Our breathing and moaning, heavy and loud as it was, there was not much of a pounding
music and chatter of the crowds coming from the walls. But it was really loud horn, and when it was
that party-goers roared even louder in response. Then the whole house started shaking, and I'm
wondering if the cops showed up and all drugs and underage drinkers, smokers have been emptied
once.
But that's theory was arrested when the party sounds came closer, closer, until it seemed like
everyone was about to break through the back of the cabinet Paula and I are hidden inside the walls
shook, and the light above flickered on and off. I admit that I was not only confused, but a little
scared. I reluctantly tore my lust and straightened as kneeling behind Paula.
"What's going on?"
My answer came immediately, but not from Paul. Cock-yes, a real penis, suddenly pushed through
the wall behind a little temporary repairs I had not noticed before. The cock was semi-erect, a little
more than seven inches. Then I realized that the small, empty boxes. It was Gloryhole stand for.
My mind raced as I tried to figure it all out. Roh and "tricks and treats" the notice must be played at
the opening hole, and now the male party-goers will take turns getting sucked off while everyone
watched. But Paul and I had to be here, and no one checked on us, or even tried to get into each
other, which left me wondering who exactly was supposed to be in the cabin.
"Did you know about that?" I asked.
Paula seemed desperate, so I went between my legs, but I needed answers. I was a little scared that
guy in Gloryhole booth. If someone finds out that I was there, or even seen me go, maybe my body
ended up spreading across half the county. Behind us, on the other side of the wall, the crowd
pounded against the wall right where we were. Dick in the wall waiting for hanging, his owner is no
doubt impatient.
"I was on these pages before," she said. "But never start Tricks and Time heals soon! Every year, it's
like clockwork. Had we had another hour ..."
She went silent when we heard more commotion coming from behind the door; women's voices
laughing and talking. They had entered the house, where we entered, and suddenly they were just a
short walk from our door.
"It's a line to get in here?" I asked, matters even more now that I knew that we were surrounded.
"Probably," said Paul, looking a little scared myself. "I've never been on this side of the wall before. I
just watched the guys in the other room. Know, it's usually three holes completely."
Two other doors in the narrow corridor, I thought.
"I think a lot of girls take a few people," she said. "Some only take one. Rules are you can only give
oral sex. No. hand things or fuck. A guy once you start, you must finish it."
"How long will it last?"
"As long as there are girls willing to do it."
Loud cheers outside the designated what I guessed were the other two gloryholes opening a
beginning. On the other hand, I've heard enough to know a woman's chatter, there was no shortage
of girls waiting for their turn to be dirty. No wonder they were all wearing costumes - hiding their
identity
.
I had a mind to lock the door, like someone from the other side of the handle. A female voice called
out to us. "Someone out there already?"
Paula stifled a nervous laugh, then called back. "Yeah."
"Ok," said the voice. Pause. "But I've got buckets. Opens and I'll give you one."
Spit buckets, I thought. So girls, who did not want to not have to swallow.
"No thanks," said Paula, wincing when he said the words. For my benefit, not going to risk opening
the door.
"Wow," said the voice. "Good luck, kid."
I gave Paul a pleading look that she asked desperately, to explain what the hell we wanted to do.
"Nobody will dig us out of here, right?"
She understood my fear of getting caught.
"No, no ... as long as you guys get out there ..."
I knew what he meant. Most guys were drunk. If someone took to the stand, and not sucking, it
could turn bad really quickly.
As expected, the crowd outside grew furious, and I could make out individual complaints and curses
and commands to "get with it", although not so politely put. Dick in the wall moves in and out, not
the fucking wall, just trying to point out. The longer this guy was not, sucked, intense pounding on
the walls become. These cheap Walls were thin as it was, and I did not trust the skill of who put
them up. If we had to think of something quick, those guys were there to break down the fucking
wall. I told Paula same in the very same words.