Chapter 1
Gail Simpson had never found anything so exciting.
The urinal on one wall, the wash basin with the mirror above it and the toilet stall caused her flesh to shiver.
There was an explainable excitement about being in there. Just being there made her tits swell into a painful hardness, her nipples tingling against her lightweight summer sweater. Gail hugged herself, her eyes sparkling brightly as she twirled about, glancing at the scribbles on the walls, the exaggerated drawings of impossible cocks and balls, of crudely sketched tits and cunts. The messages amused her. Everyone indicated a sexual preference, such as a desire to fuck somebody up the ass, or to take a cock in their ass. There were a number of invitations to call certain telephone numbers for the best blow job in town, usually with the size of a cock written below.
One drawing in particular excited her. It showed a woman, with outrageously sized tits, sitting on a floor, presumably, legs wide apart, a hand at the cunt. The female figure had her head held up, mouth very wide. Standing above was the crudely drawn figure of a man, with an impossibly huge cock. Droplets had been drawn to indicate the man was coming off into the woman's open mouth. A picture next to it showed a woman on her hands and knees, with a man fucking her up the ass. Gail knew that his cock was in the woman's ass because her cunt had been drawn in, too.
Gail ran her hand over the drawings, feeling herself getting aroused. Her cunt twitched as she looked at the drawings and read the messages. She was starting to breathe hard, the crotch of her panties getting wet.
Someone had drawn a life-sized cock, at her hip level and she studied it. The cock was amazingly well-drawn, with big, hairy balls included. She ran her hand over it, then giggled, half shy, half wicked. She lifted her skirt and pressed her pantied cunt toward the prickhead.
"Ooooh, if you were only real," she whispered. "If you were a real cock, I'd fuck the piss out of you!"
She heard the outer door open and jumping in fear, she looked about wildly. Seeing the only place to hide, she ran into the stall and closed the door, locking it. She sat on the toilet, trembling with fear. The inner door opened and she heard the person unzipping his pants. She noticed a tiny hole in the wall of the stall and peeked. Her breath caught in her throat.
She saw the man pull his cock out and begin to piss. Gail's eyes glazed over. She could see the shaft of the man's cock, his smooth prickhead and his piss streaming out so golden and hot. A rumbling shot through her cunt and Gail swallowed a small squeal. She thought she was going to come.
When the man finished and shook his cock, her tongue ran over her dry lips. The man zipped his pants, washed his hands and left.
Creeping out of the stall, she paused, turned and looked back inside. Sure enough, there was another hole on the opposite side, in the wall. Someone had drilled a hole about three inches in diameter. Curly hair had been drawn around it.
Curious as to why someone would drill a hole in a wall, she leaned down and peeked. She saw nothing. Disappointed, she left the men's restroom, turning to the door next to it. Entering the women's side, she looked around. The walls were clean except for one message.
Entering the stall, she noticed paper stuffed into a hole. Closing and locking the door, Gail pulled the paper out and realized the hole was at eye-level if she sat down on the toilet. Sitting down, she peeked through the hole. She was looking into the toilet of the men's room.
With her pulses racing, she sat on the toilet and waited, her eye to the hole. Soon, she heard, faintly, the door to the men's restroom open. Someone, a man, entered the stall on the other side of the wall. Maybe he was bashful, she thought, because he stood there, taking his cock out and began to piss in the toilet instead of the urinal. His cock was quite large, she saw with a smooth head. When the man started pissing, she had to swallow another gasp. When he finished, the man closed his hand about his cock, giving it a few jerks as if he was going to pump it into hardness.
But he put it away, flushed the toilet and left.
A few minutes later, someone else entered. Through the hole, she heard him lock the stall door. Then his pants dropped and he sat down on the toilet. She could only see his hips, his cock and a small portion of his thighs. But she could see his cock swell as he fondled it and that was all she wanted to see. Her cunt burned with wet heat as she watched his cock grow into hardness. She had not expected to see someone jacking off and her body shivered with excitement.
The man spread his legs and she gazed hotly as his fist moved up and down, his balls bouncing from the jerking movements of his fist.
Gail was disappointed that it didn't last long. The man jerked his cock swiftly, then came, the come juice bubbling from his cock. When he finished, he used toilet paper to clean himself up, pulled his pants back up and left.
Gail was shaking with excitement, waiting breathlessly for someone else to enter the stall. A number of men came and went, all using the urinal, which she could see. Someone came into the women's side, tried to open the stall door, then went away.
With her cunt on fire, Gail lifted her dress and spread her legs. She rubbed at her cunt through her flimsy panties, waiting. She felt wicked, as if she were delightfully perverted. She didn't know of anyone, woman or man, who would do what she was doing. She felt unique, the only woman in the world who would peek into men's bathrooms, get excited to see them piss, or better yet, jack off.
Someone else entered the stall on the other side of the wall. When his pants came down, she saw immediately that it wasn't a man, but a young boy. The fuzz around his cock was thin and his cock wasn't yet fully grown. The boy's balls had no hair at all. They looked precious to her, precious and very lovely. The boy held his cock, but he wasn't pissing. He started moving his hand back and forth, jacking himself. As his cock grew, Gail began to breathe hotly, watching him and rubbing the crotch of her panties. His cock wasn't very large, but his prickhead looked smooth and sweet.
"Fuck, fuck," the boy was saying softly. "Fuck me, give me some pussy!"
She didn't know who he was fantasizing about, but she knew it had to be some pretty girl, probably, at his school. Apparently he noticed the hole on his side. He shoved his finger through it and Gail had to pull away. Otherwise, he would have poked her eye. She watched the boy wiggle his finger, hearing him through the thin wall.
"Oh, you have a hot cunt!" he gasped. "I like my finger in your cunt!"
The finger pulled back and Gail saw that he was holding his balls and still jacking off. She kept rubbing at her crotch, pressing her fingers at her pulsating clit.
Then the finger came back through the hole.
"I'm gonna fingerfuck your cunt!" the boy groaned.
Gail gazed at his finger and rubbed her cunt harder.
Again the finger disappeared. But Gail knew he would shove his finger through the hole again and without thinking what she was doing, she opened her mouth wide and pressed her lips around the hole.
She didn't wait long.
But it wasn't the boy's finger this time. Her eyes widened as she felt the heat of his cock brush along her tongue. For just a brief moment, she almost pulled away. But feeling the heat and throb of the boy's cock on her tongue sent a sudden ripple of orgasm through her cunt. Instead of pulling away, she closed her lips on his hard cock. There was a surprised gasp from the boy. He tried to pull his cock from the hole, but Gail closed her lips tightly about it.
"Hey, who's that?" the boy called, sounding frightened.
"Mmmmm," Gail mewled.
Once she knew that the boy would not pull his cock back now, Gail began sucking on his young prick. She slid her tongue back and forth, her lips a hot, wet sheath for him. The boy was groaning now and his cock was throbbing with exciting hardness. His prick was dripping, coating her tongue with slippery juices. The wall must have been very thin, she thought, because she could get almost every inch of his cock into her mouth. Gail swallowed when his cock dripped more juice over her tongue. Swirling her tongue greedily, she slipped her fingers into the wet crotch of her pan ties, pressing against her swollen clit.
"Hey, Lady!" the boy called. "You gonna make me come? Is that what you wanna do? Make me come?"
Gail heard the boy, but she didn't reply. She sucked very hard on his cock, her hands flat against the wall, her cunt bubbling without being touched. She wanted to be touched, to have her cunt felt up, but the taste of his young cock was most important.
She licked her tongue over his pisshole, tasting the juices. For just a moment, she raced her lips back and forth on his cock, then slowed, writhing her lips and tongue along the beautiful hardness.
"Ohhh, shit, Lady!" the boy groaned. "You're gonna make me come! You better stop! You don't want me to come in your mouth, do you? Ahhhh, come on, Lady! Let me go!"
"Mmmmm," Gail whimpered, sucking faster as his cock began to throb more than ever.
"I'm gonna come, Lady!"
The sudden gush of hot come juice splashed across Gail's tongue. Her eyes rolled with ecstasy behind her closed lids and the whimpers came from her throat softly. She sucked very hard as the boy came in her mouth. Her cunt boiled into a strong orgasm as her mouth filled with hot, thick come juice.
She didn't swallow, but let the boy come time and again until he was through, her mouth loaded with creamy juice. She let him pull his cock back out of the hole and then she swallowed it. She peeked through the hole, seeing him pulling his pants up. The taste of his come juice remained in her mouth and her cunt still burned despite the extremely satisfying orgasm she had enjoyed.
"Hey, Lady?" the boy called.
"Mmmm?" Gail replied, not wanting to speak, afraid her voice would be recognized.
"Wanna suck me again sometime?"
"Mmmm," she murmured.
"You're great, Lady. You suck good."
Gail pulled a pad and pen from her purse, writing a short note which told him to be there at noon tomorrow. She rolled it up, then passed it through the hole.
"I'll be here," the boy said, then left.
Gail remained where she was for a while. She adjusted the crotch of her panties, smoothing her skirt down. What she had done didn't bother her. She felt elated that it had happened.
Once she had her trembling under control, she left the restroom. The department store was enormous and she wandered around in it for awhile, running her tongue about the inside of her mouth, tasting the come juice lingering there.
After a while, she left and drove home.