I was not related to or B. hadn’t gone to high school with or C. hadn’t fucked a dozen times before or D. wanted pay for a lay; small town hookers...were the worse and once was enough. Then the medium priced bar and last was the cheap watered down beer type of bar where I was most likely to find a relative and/or a hooker; sometimes both being the same thing.I usually nursed an over-priced rum drink at the higher priced bar at the beginning of the night until the majority of the rich banker,. We looked at all sorts of things, including a 'Chiseled Chad' while wewere there. While we were looking at that she whispered in my ear, "I'dlove to get that and see you play with it, but Butch would be jealous,wouldn't he?"I turned beet red, I know. She further whispered, "You want to find outif they have a glory hole?"I almost fell down I was so taken off guard. "No!" Tsk, tsk. Maybe next time, huh? I won't tell Butch, I promise."I turned to her and said, haughtily, "Butch is not that. "More in me!" I pushed a third finger into her. She was totally open to me and it slipped in without any difficulty. She bounced on the fingers, doing most of the work for me. She pushed my face under her skirt and I did my best to lick her clit in our awkward position. Her upper body was pressed against the wall as she forced herself into my face. I was uncomfortable and could have licked her much more skilfully in another position but she seemed oblivious. "Fuck, more!" she cried and I slid. Once her cock-hungry mouth got a hold on my piece, I grabbed the back of her head with both hands and pushed my penis against the inside of her cheek. I then started thrusting my hips back and worth, fucking her face, and stretching her cheek with my hard cock. Both Chris and I were getting close to cumming, so we both were eager to shove our cocks deep into her mouth and fuck her throat nice and hard. I started the trend by keeping my hands on the back of her head, taking my penis from her.