Glory Hole Ch. 05

"I'm going home, are you coming?"

"No. I'm going to stay for a while."

He then left, and I gestured to Rick that I wanted another beer. He was busy with another customer, but as soon as he was free he served me.

"That guy you were talking to. Do you know him?"

"I do now."

"Very funny, but you know what I mean."

I could see in his face that what I had said had irritated him. Rick was now more than just a bartender, he was a friend, so I needed to apologise.

"Sorry," then I quickly added, "Never seen him before. Just somebody who wanted to talk about the girls."

"He comes in every few weeks, always on a Friday. You are the first person that he has spoken to."

"So he orders his drinks by sign language?"

That got a smile from Rick.

"Of course he talks to me, but we never have a conversation. I don't even know his name."

I did, but that was because he was my Father. His name was Frank, but he had told me that to the girls he was known as Elvis. Half an hour ago, when I had seen him come out of the back room, I nearly had a heart attack. He was the last person I had expected to see at The Tavern. But you know what they say, it's the quiet ones you have to worry about.

On my way home, I kept thinking about what had happened. My Father had fucked Chloe, his Daughter, through the Glory Hole, without realising who she was. My Sister had been happy to accept Elvis's cock, not knowing that it was really her Father's. I was now trying to find an answer to the big question, 'Should I tell them?'

When I went to bed I was still thinking about it. Anne was due back Sunday, I could discuss it with her, and then I realised that I couldn't. She still didn't know that Lizzy was my Mother and that Charlotte was my Sister. I hadn't told her because I was worried what her reaction might be. You either think tasting forbidden fruit is erotic, or disgusting. From what I already knew about Anne, I would guess she would find it exciting, but I had a nagging feeling that she might not approve of it. However, I would have to tell her eventually, otherwise I would never be able to take her home to meet my family.

It was just after eight when I woke. I was tempted to stay in bed longer, but my stomach was rumbling, so I got up. When I went into the kitchen, my Sister was at the table. I looked at her, and she smiled.

"After you left me, a new guy came into the room. I bet you can't guess what he was calling himself?"

I bet I could, but I needed to pretend that I didn't.

"Rumpelstiltskin."

That got a frown from her.

"Don't be silly, have a proper guess."

I was tempted to tell her the correct answer, just to shock her, but I resisted.

"Rupert."

"That's better, but no."

This could go on all day.

"I give in."

"It was, drum roll please."

I just ignored her.

"Elvis."

I shrugged my shoulders, then I said, "What's the big deal? That's a perfectly good name."

"I just thought it was unusual. Nobody calls themselves Elvis these days."

I hadn't planned to quiz her about last night, but her mentioning it had given me the opportunity to do so.

As casually as I could, I said, "So how was Elvis?"

"Good. I would say he was about fifty years old," then she giggled, before saying, "But he fucked nearly as good as you."

So there was still life in the old dog.

"Did he have a big cock?"

"Average. No, slightly bigger than that."

So I hadn't inherited my ten inches from him.

"Do you think he will be back?"

Her hands were now on her hips, and she was staring at me, obviously offended by my question.

"Of course he will be back. He said so himself, and it might even be next week."

She then got up to make herself a coffee, and I debated with myself again about telling her. I was still thinking about it when Mother and Father joined us.

During breakfast there wasn't much conversation, and as soon as my Sister and Mother had finished, they left the kitchen. We could now, if we wanted to, talk about last night.

I looked at Father, wondering what to say. He then gave me a brief smile, before getting back to his newspaper. And that was the end of it.

An hour later I called Anne. I wanted to know what time she would be back tomorrow. I had spoken to her yesterday, and that had been when she had told me that she wouldn't be home Saturday, she was staying an extra day. I had been disappointed, but I didn't make a big deal of it. However, when she now informed me that Sunday had become Thursday, I lost the plot. We argued, and I even slammed the phone down. A few seconds later she called me back.

"I am Anne. You can do whatever you want with me."

Normally that got me excited, but this time it just made me laugh.

For the rest of the day I did as little as possible. I even had a nap in the afternoon, but that turned out to be a bad idea, because it was now nearly midnight and I couldn't sleep. I think it was after one when I eventually drifted off.

Despite not getting to sleep until late, I woke early, just before seven. It was after eight before anybody else was up, and it was Father. After a quick breakfast, he surprised me my saying, "I am off to play golf."

Not long after he had gone, my Sister joined me in the kitchen, and I got another surprise. She was just wearing her knickers.

Staring at her I said, "What if Father had seen you like this?"

"He would have got a stiffy," then she laughed, before saying, "I heard him leave, so I knew it was OK to come down. I am going to have some toast, then I am going to go back to bed. I need my beauty sleep."

As she popped the bread into the toaster, I went behind her and put my hands on her hips, then I whispered in her ear, "I have something for you."

She giggled, then said, "I know. I can feel it pushing against me."

When she turned round, I thought she was going to kiss me, but instead she pushed me back with both her hands.

"I need food more that I need sex."

"Not a problem. You can eat while I fuck you."

She shook her head.

"Let me. If you do I will tell you who Elvis is," then I quickly added, "Sorry, I shouldn't have said that."

"Who is he?"

It had just popped into my head, and I should have had the good sense to keep it there. She was now giving me an intimidating stare, and it was going to continue until I told her.

I was never going to win, so I took two deep breathes, then I said, "It's Father."

I watched her face change. First it was shocked, then it was thoughtful, but soon it became excited. I seized the opportunity, by going for her tits.

As I pulled on both of her nipples, she said, "That's what he did," then she shook her head, before continuing with, "My Father played with my nipples."

I muttered under my breath, "He did more than that," but I don't think she heard me.

When I greedily sucked on her nipple, she gasped, and then said, "What if he comes back?"

"He's gone to play golf."

Now that she knew it was safe to carry on, she was more enthusiastic, and moaning louder than before. Each time I switched nipples, the volume seemed to go up. Any louder and she would wake Mother up.

And that is what happened. She got louder, and shortly after, we were startled by Mother entering the kitchen.

"I don't mind you fucking, but please will you keep the noise down."

Then she looked as if she was going to leave, but when she gave us a wicked grin, I knew she was staying, and I knew she was joining in.

Both my Sister's nipples were now being sucked.

"I need a tongue on my clit," then she gasped, before saying, "And I need it now."

We both raised our heads, then we looked at each other. Who was going to do it? I wanted to, but the look on Mother's face told me that she wanted it more.

I waved my hand, as if I was gesturing for her to go through a door, then I said, "After you."

She giggled, then we both stepped back, so that my Sister could lie down. Unless we changed rooms, it was going to have to be the table or the floor. She chose the table. After taking her knickers off, she was quickly onto it, ready for Mother to get to work on her pussy.

I watched as Mother parted Chloe's legs, before burying her head between them. Then I heard a noise that sounded like a thirsty cat lapping at a bowl of milk, and I smiled. She was doing a good job.

"Play with my tits."

I had been mesmerised by what was going on between my Sister's legs, but it was now time for me to join in.

It soon became a competition, about who could give Chloe the most pleasure. Mother had the advantage because she was working on a clit, but I wasn't far behind with what I was doing to the nipples.

Five minutes later it seemed as if we would take her over the edge, but she wanted more.

Between moans, she said, "Change over."

I was happy to do that, but my Mother seemed reluctant. She only moved when I pulled on her head. As we crossed over, I could see the disappointment on her face. Childishly I stuck my tongue out at her, and in response, she raised her middle finger, then gestured it towards me. We then both burst out laughing.

"Take your time. Don't worry about me."

My Sister had said it with heavy sarcasm. I looked at Mother, and the laughing stopped. We knew that if we delayed much longer, it would spoil it for Chloe.

Now that it was my turn on her cunt, I was going to make the most of it. I started by running my tongue up and down her slit several times, then I stuck it in as far as it would go. Next I attacked her big clit.

"Fuck. That's so good."

I was pleased that she liked it, but I had something better up my sleeve, and when I did it she gave an almighty moan. I had sucked on her clit.

"Do it again."

I did, and I kept on doing it.

"Bite my nipple," then she gasped, before saying, "Gently."

Her cunt and nipples were now getting the attention that they needed, but my cock was getting nothing.

"Let me know when you need to be fucked."

That got a "No," quickly followed by, "Just make me come now."

I wasn't happy with that, and I was about to protest, then my Mother spoke.

"Make her come, and then you can have me."

That was all the incentive I needed. As I licked and sucked on her clit, I thought of what was happening next. My cock would soon be pushing deep into my Mother, and it wouldn't stop until it was fully in. Then I would fuck her hard, very hard.

Now that I was concentrating fully, it wasn't going to take long to take my Sister over the edge. After a couple more minutes, she was nearly there.

"Suck harder."

I glanced at my Mother, and I could tell she was thinking the same as me. Who was Chloe talking to? However, it didn't matter, because both of us started doing what she had asked. Seconds later my Sister erupted. It was the full works, back arching, head jerking and eyes rolling. It looked as if it was never going to end. When it did, Chloe looked exhausted.

As she got off the table, she muttered, "I only came down for some toast."

I looked across at the toaster, then I said, "It's ready now."

She laughed, and we joined in. It was stone cold, having popped up ages ago.

Staring at it, she said, "I'm going to have cereal now instead."

Then Mother added, "And I am going to have a big cock."

"In that case I'm going to eat in the living room."

We waited until my Sister had left before starting. Mother only took her knickers off, leaving her bra and nightie on, so I knew she just wanted to be fucked. I was OK with that, my Sister had provided the foreplay, so I was ready to go straight for it as well.

I thought she might do what Chloe had done, go on the table, but instead she bent over one of the kitchen chairs. It wasn't the best height for me, and I would have to bend my knees, but I wasn't going to say no. I was twenty three, and at that age you will accept any position, no matter how uncomfortable, when there is cunt on offer.

As my cock pushed into her, she sighed, then said, "I love your Father, but I wish he had your cock."

Then, when I started fucking her, she added, "We had sex last night, but I need more."

I thought she was going to keep talking, but when I started giving her long hard strokes, she went quiet.

It wasn't long before she was gasping, and my balls were tightening. We would both be reaching it soon, and with a bit of luck, at the same time. Shortly after we both climaxed, only seconds apart. As soon as my cock had stopped twitching, I pulled out of her. I wished every Sunday morning would start like this.

Father got back just after midday. We were in the living room, watching television.

"You need to get some exercise. Just watching television all day is not good for you."

Then he was gone. We all looked at each other, then we laughed. We had got plenty of exercise while he was away.

Monday was a slow day. I had lots of work to do, but I was finding it difficult to concentrate. Victoria was in, but was busy for most of the day in meetings. I only saw her twice, and for just a few minutes each time. By the afternoon I was even hoping that Jim would come over and see me, but he didn't.

I left at five on the dot, but this time for home rather than The Tavern. I wasn't in the mood for sex, and that was now worrying me. I was twenty four in two months. Was I getting old?

However, when I woke the next day, I had an erection that was so hard it could have cut through steel. My libido was back. I was tempted to knock one off, but that would be a waste, better to save it for a Glory Hole in The Tavern tonight.

When I got into work, Victoria was waiting for me, and it was obvious that she wanted to tell me something. When I got near to her, she looked around, to check that there was nobody listening, before saying, "I start tonight."

I was now glad that I had restrained myself this morning.

"Will you be going to The Tavern?"

"I wasn't going to," then I paused briefly, to tease her, before continuing with, "But I will do now."

That got a big smile from her. I was always going to go, but saying that to her had made her feel special. Before going back to her office, she told me that she would only be working between six and eight. Rick had suggested that she only did a short shift on her first day, and she had agreed with him.

I had a lot of work to do, so lunch was a sandwich at my desk while I got on with it. While taking my second bite, I saw Jim approaching. Yesterday I would have welcomed the distraction, but today I was too busy.

"Did you know that polar bears have black skin and although their fur appears white, it is actually transparent?"

It was another one of his random facts, and my first reaction was to say, "Yes, now fuck off," but what I actually said was, "No. That is very interesting."

He then stood there, and I could tell he wanted to say something else. I gave him a nice smile, then I waited. Eventually it came out.

"Do you know when Victoria," then he started again, "Do you know when Madonna is working at The Tavern?"

"Yes, but it's a secret. If I tell you I will have to kill you."

That got a wry smile from him, but I don't think he found it funny, so I decided to just tell him.

"Tonight, between six and eight."

"Are you going to see her?"

See her. I'm going to fuck her.

"Yes, what about you?"

"I have something planned," then he quickly said, "But it can be cancelled."

Thankfully, he didn't stay long. We were now both going to The Tavern, and we had arranged to meet there at five thirty.

We didn't leave together, but we got there almost at the same time. I was just ordering a beer when Jim arrived. I got one for him as well. For the next twenty minutes we talked about lots of things, but we avoided the elephant in the room. That was Victoria, and who would be going first.

It was now five minutes to six, so we had to decide.

"It's nearly time."

Jim looked at his watch, than nodded in agreement.

"What do we do, toss a coin?"

He looked horrified at my suggestion.

"No. I am happy to wait."

That made me feel guilty, and I was now determined that he would have the honour of going first.

"Thanks Jim, but I insist."

When he looked at me he must have seen that I meant it, because he said, "OK."

When it was time, I wished him good luck, then he made his way to the back room. Rick then came over.

"Who is he seeing?"

"Victoria."

Rick shook his head, then he reached under the bar. He now had in his hand a nameplate, and on it was 'Madonna'. Jim was back as Rick was showing it to me.

Looking at Jim, he said, "Sorry, I need to put this on the door first."

This time when Jim went to the back room, he was accompanied by Rick.

I now had to wait my turn. As I drank my beer I kept checking my watch. My guess was that it would be twenty minutes, but Jim was gone longer than that, almost forty. When he got back to the bar he looked like the cat that had got the cream.

"I think I am in love."

I was pleased he had enjoyed it, and I didn't burst his bubble by reminding him that he was supposed to be in love with Mary. It was now my turn, so while he gestured to Rick for another drink, I went to the back room.

As soon as I opened the door, she spoke.

"I'm Madonna, but I can't sing and I can't dance, but I can make love."

I muttered under my breath, "Just like the real one."

"Hi, it's Simon," then to make sure that she knew who I was, I added, "From work."

"Good. I have been waiting for you."

I could hear the excitement in her voice.

"What did you think of my introduction?"

"I like it, but fuck sounds better than make love."

"I can't possibly say that. It would sound so rude."

I thought she was being serious, but then she laughed. I shook my head, she had got me. Then, with the anticipation rising, I waited for the panels to open.

"Do you like them?"

"Yes," and I meant it.

They weren't very big, but they were still a nice handful, or a full mouthful, and they looked firm. Her areola were large and dark brown, almost chocolate coloured. In contrast, her nipples were a lot lighter. Yes, I did like them.

When I squeezed her tits, she gasped, and when I pulled on both nipples, she moaned. This was going to be fun, for both of us.

"I've waited a long time for you to play with them. You can suck on them if you want."

I didn't need asking twice.

I was now milking her as if I was a baby at my Mother's breast, only stopping so that I could switch nipples. If she had been in the room with me, I bet she would have stroked my head while I was sucking on her.

"I think that's enough."

That startled me. I had been so engrossed in what I was doing, that I was almost in a trance like state. How much time had passed? Ten minutes, or it could have been even longer.

When she closed the panels I took my cock out, and then I gave it a couple of strokes, so that it would look its best when I put it through the hole.

As I pushed it into the other room, I said, "Is that enough for you?"

"Yes. More than enough," then she giggled.

I knew I should have started slowly, and that's what I had intended to do, but once I was in her I couldn't help it. I just had to fuck her hard. The first stroke was almost the full ten inches, and the next one was. I then continued fucking her hard, driven by an overwhelming need to climax inside her.

"I can't take much more of this."

Should I stop? I wasn't sure that I could.

"You need to make my pussy come."

Good, she wanted to carry on, and with a bit of luck I would be able to give her what she wanted before I climaxed. However, if that was going to happen then I needed to try harder. As I continued fucking her, I put both hands on her bottom, then I spread her cheeks, so that I could go in deeper. A few seconds later I knew it was working, because she was now moaning non-stop. It wouldn't be long before she reached it.