Subject: Fucking in a Mall Restroom
Story Codes: mf exhib oral
Diary Date: August 12, 2000
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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I’d been having sex for about a year now and in that time I learned that
the naughtier it is, the more fun it is. Although I wasn't about to do
it in stage in front of the world, getting laid in a men’s public
restroom was getting pretty close!
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 – Food Court Tease
Chapter 2 – In the Restroom
Chapter 1 – Food Court Tease
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John and I had known each other all our lives, living in the same
neighborhood and even attending the same church. He asked me out for the
first time a few weeks before I finished off my freshman year of high
school and we started dating regularly. John fucked me on a regular basis
and we spent most of the summer looking for any opportunity for sex, even
to the point of doing it at a public beach not too long ago.
One evening John took me to the mall on the south side of town to see a
movie. After grabbing a bite in the food court we still had plenty of
time before the movie so John excused himself for a visit to the food
court restrooms. I waited patiently at the table, getting a kick out of
the looks from all the cute horny boys passing by. One thing I don’t
think I’ll ever get tired of is being looked at that way. It makes me
feel good inside knowing that even at just fifteen, I look sexy enough to
catch their eye and it thrills me to imagine what dirty thoughts must be
going through their adolescent minds.
The biggest part of flirting is flaunting what you’ve got. The more they
see – and thus the more they go nuts because they can’t have it, the
better. By keeping my legs crossed I was able to give them a better view
of my ass which was straining against the skin-tight jeans I was wearing.
It was so low cut that the crack of my ass was just barely visible, which
also had the effect of sending the message that there was nothing between
me and my jeans.
The tails of my pink blouse were tied up in front to convert it into a
make-shift halter. It was completely unbuttoned so the knot was the only
thing keeping it together and when I leaned forward it would pop open
enough to where someone might think they could peek down and see my
growing boobs. Well, at least a few of the boys thought so since they
would turn around and walk past me again, this time slower and a lot
closer with their eyes down, pretending not to be looking but doing all
they could to get a peek at some teenage boobs. Of course I acted the
entire time as though I was totally oblivious, letting them think they
were getting away with something naughty.
Actually I was hoping that they got a good look so that they would
masturbate that night thinking about me. I love the thought of a boy
hiding in the bathroom with the door locked, jerking his hard cock while
he dreams of fucking me while his sister is yelling at him to hurry up
and asking what’s taking so long. Finally he cums all over himself as he
dreams of cumming in my open mouth just after I told him what a great
cock he has and how badly I wanted him to fuck me.
I was getting hornier by the minute as I sat there thinking about how
much power a girl like me has over a boy to make him do such an act. It
wasn't the fact that they would be masturbating later that turned me on
so much as they would be masturbating about ME. Having a guy look at me
and get all hard and horny just from the sight of me, knowing nothing
else about me but when he can assume from the way I look and dress, is
one of the greatest compliments I can get. Yep, being a teenage girl is
so cool!
My fantasies of hordes of young teenage boys masturbating about me was
interrupted when I was startled by someone touching my shoulder from
behind. John had finally returned and he had this excited look on his
face. He sat down across from me and leaning forward, whispering to me
in a conspiratorial tone, “Kelly, I just had a great idea. Let’s do it in
the men’s room!”
What? I looked at him as if he was nuts, and actually that is exactly
what I was thinking. He saw my reaction so he kept talking. “Don’t
worry, there was nobody in there the whole time I was gone. Besides, we
won’t do it out in the open. There’s this huge handicapped stall complete
with handrails that has plenty of room for us to do it.”
No matter how you sugar coat it, it was STILL a men’s room and lord only
knew when it was last cleaned. Although the concept was hot, I just
couldn't imagine doing it on a toilet. Uncertain how to respond, I
remained silent with this “you must be high” look going and so he started
to plead with me saying, “C’mon Kelly it’ll be fun; a lot better than
sitting out here teasing those poor boys!”
I blushed slightly as I realized how blatant my actions must have been.
Damn, imagine what might have happened if someone like my pastor had
walked by me? I looked at him as if I had no idea what he was talking
about, causing John to laugh at my reaction.
“Don’t even TRY to act all innocent with me girl. I was watching you for
the last few minutes - and so were half the guys in the food court! You
were loving it and you know it! God Kelly, you can be such a sexy slut
when you turn it on.”
I couldn't help but smile at his compliment but I had to shake my head in
disbelief when it came to his wacky idea. Was he nuts or what? It wasn't
the idea of doing it in a public place; heck, it was me after all that
suggested doing it in the water at a crowded beach not too long ago. No,
what concerned me the most was the idea of being fucked in a dirty men’s
room. Face it – men miss! The girl’s room wouldn't be any better. It’s
downright disgusting what women will do out of fear of touching their
butts to a public toilet seat!!
Looking at my watch, I saw we still had a good hour before we needed to
get to the theater. My mind began to drift off as I dreamed of John’s
cock and what we might do during the movie, about how good it was going
to feel to have him touch me and fondle me while we slid down into our
seats in the darkened theater. Depending on the crowd I might blow him
and if conditions were just right, maybe even let him fuck me.
I imagined him stroking in and out over and over again while the couple
in front of us ate their popcorn, oblivious to what was going on right
behind them. Would they notice the smell of my pussy as he played with
me as it got wetter and wetter? Finally thoughts of him cumming in me,
creating hot flashes that burst inside of me like fireworks going off as
his sperm spewed out his sexy cock as it remained buried deep inside of
my pussy. “Hey Kelly? You still there? Ummmmm, Earth to Kelly!”
My thoughts were interrupted as I realized I had drifted off into some
erotic daydream. Damn, now I was even hornier than before! The need to
be fucked was overwhelming me, like an addict needing her next fix. What
the heck, why not go for it? I mean, how bad could it really be? It
wasn't like I would be laying on the floor or anything. Before I could
change my mind I stood up and took his hand. My grin as all he needed to
know I what I wanted. As we left the table I turned to him, still shaking
my head.
“You know Johnny boy, I can’t believe I’m agreeing to go along with this.
Heck, I’ve never even been IN a public men’s room! All I can say is you’d
better make damn sure nobody catches us!”
It was almost comical the way John had this huge grin on his face and
from the obvious hard-on he was developing it was obvious that he was
horny as well.
Chapter 2 – In the Restroom
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He held my hand as we walked down the long hallway to where the restrooms
were. At the moment there was nobody around so I stood outside the
doors while John went in to check out the men's room. A few seconds
later he opened the door and motioned with his hand for me to come in.
One last look to be sure nobody saw me and then I quickly slipped inside
and took a look around.
It felt weird to be in the men’s side with the urinals all lined up. I
was relieved to see that it looked quite clean and had apparently just
been serviced since even the garbage cans were empty. John was standing
by the last stall, which had a double-wide door and a handicapped sign on
it. It was huge! I guess it needed plenty of room for a wheelchair to
move around plus it was lined with stainless steel rails. The walls went
within two inches of the floor, which also made me feel a little more
secure. I’ve been in some public restroom where all you had to do was
lean over for a view of the woman next to you. This was much better in
that I couldn't picture someone lying on the floor in a public bathroom
just to peek in. Then again, we WERE in the men’s room...
“Hurry up Kelly, get your cute little butt in here before someone comes
in!’
The thought of some old geezer walking in and seeing me standing there
was more than enough to get me moving and I scurried into the stall. Once
I was in John shut and locked the door behind us. It took just one
giggle to find out how the sound echoed off the tiled walls. John’s eyes
widened and he whispered to me, “Shhhhhh! Quit giggling! Anybody out
there will be able to hear everything!”
I moved up close to John and put my arms around him. He was about six or
seven inches taller than me and so I had to look up with my head back to
see his face. It wasn't so bad when I was in heels but today it was
just my sneakers and they didn't give any boost at all.
“Well... now that we’re here what was it that you wanted to do to me
again?” I asked, as if I didn't already know.
John reached down and kissed me with all the passion of a horny teenager
as his hands worked their way down my back and finally to my butt where
he fondled my ass through my jeans. Just then we heard the door open and
someone walked in. There were some steps and then a long sigh of relief.
He must have been using the urinal because I couldn’t hear the sound of
him peeing the way I did when my dad used the toilet at home. The entire
situation as so bizarre I had to cover my mouth to keep myself from
laughing out loud at the whole crazy situation.
God, I was actually in a public restroom, a MEN’S restroom at that,
getting ready to be fucked by my boyfriend, and now some strange guy just
a few feet away was pissing into a urinal as if nothing was going on next
door to him.
After the momentary distraction I went back to what I REALLY wanted.
Unbuckling John’s belt, I unzipped his jeans and pulled them down along
with his boxers to his ankles. His shirttails were hiding his crotch so
I reached through them where I grabbed his ever stiffening cock.
Mmmmmmm, it felt so warm and smooth, I licked my lip and couldn’t wait to
taste it! Outside I could hear the guy washing his hands as I crouched
down and looked at John’s dick as it stuck out straight into my face.
God it looked so big this close up! The head was smooth and then turned
into his shaft, stiff with his veins bulging out.
My tongue reached out and I lightly flicked it along the tip of his cock,
like I was tasting a popsicle before eating it. Holding it by the shaft,
I rubbed the head along my cheeks and face, even over my forehead. I
could smell the thick muskiness of his crotch as he got excited and even
hornier by the minute.
The poor boy must have been dying for me to take his cock in my mouth.
Odds were he didn't know who bad I wanted it now too. Enough
playfulness, time to get down to business! Taking John’s cock in my
mouth, I buried my face in his smelly crotch as I sucked on the entire
length of his now hardened shaft. His pubic hair brushed lightly against
my cheeks, tickling me like a feather running across my skin.
John groaned just a little and I almost choked as suddenly remembered the
guy on the other side of the door. Oh well, he probably figured John was
constipated or at the very least, enjoying a nice dump. Hmmm, I wonder
what he would say if he knew I was giving John one of the most erotic
blowjobs of his life?
It was about a year now since I first started sucking cock and with all
the practice I was getting, I felt I was becoming pretty good at it.
John was clearly enjoying my efforts! His hands ran through my hair and
then he pulled my head into his crotch, pushing his cock into my mouth as
far as I could take it. My hands reached around him and grabbed his bare
butt. I squeezed his firm ass with both hands and marveled at the
firmness of him. I love a hard ass on a guy and John’s felt so good in
my hands I could have held onto it all night.
John started pumping his cock into my mouth like he was fucking my pussy
except now it was in my mouth. I loved the feel of his groin as it
bumped into my face whenever he pressed himself as deep as he could into
my mouth. Just then I heard the door open and then it was quiet as we
had the room to ourselves again. I let John’s cock slip out of my mouth
and we both laughed at what had just happened.
“Damn Kelly, that was so hot! I mean, shit, you were blowing me while he
was just on the other side of that door! Do you think he had any idea
what was going on?”
I just shook my head and grinned after which I went back to work on him.
I wasn’t going to waste any time chatting when I had his cock available
to me. John certainly wasn't complaining, that’s for sure! His cock was
now standing up straight, pointing upward like a missile preparing for
takeoff, making it easy for me to lick up the back of it from the base to
the head. I slurped it up like a kid with a dripping ice cream cone
except this one was hard, warm and wet with my spit. As I started from
the bottom and worked my way to the tip he shuddered when I passed over
the bottom lip of his head and ran my tongue in circles.
“Oh god Kelly, you are an incredible little cocksucker! Fuck! I just love
it when you run your tongue around me like that.”
I may not have sucked a hundred cocks (yet at least!) but enough so far
to learn that every guy likes his cock sucked differently. There was
simply no right or wrong way to do it. The key, I learned, was to adapt
to him by paying attention to his reaction. Even if he doesn’t say
anything, a guy gives enough clues through the reaction of his body to
tell you when you are doing it the way he likes it.
Once I realized this (I guess my mom had mentioned it to me on one of her
“lessons” but of course I had to find out for myself) it didn't take long
for me to acquire quite the reputation with the boys for being the best
cocksucker around, at last for my age.
Once again I took his cock into my mouth as he leaned back against the
concrete wall. John had a nice cock but it wasn't overly huge so I was
able to take him in deep, all the way until the tip was nearing the back
of my throat and my lips were at the base of his throbbing cock. I
twisted my head around the shaft, causing John to groan from the
incredible sensations I was creating in his cock.
Just then the door open yet again and what must have been at least four
boys came in. From the sounds of their voices they were just kids, maybe
ten years old or so. One of them was being teased about a girl that they
were claiming he kissed. He was protesting that he didn’t like her and
would never kiss a girl anyway. It was amusing to me as little did they
know that just a few feet away I was not just kissing a guy, but doing
things to his cock they hadn’t even imagined at this stage of their young
lives!
It was so tempting to open the stall door and give them a show. If it
had just been one I may have done it because who would have believed him
if he told anyone and the idea of a having a young boy watch me, seeing a
girl giving head for the first time in his life, was incredibly erotic to
me. Alas, for the moment I was left with just the voyeuristic thrill of
doing it with little more than a thin door separating us and the
occasional sound of my slurping on his cock escaping for him to hear.
Left to my own devices, I could have sucked John for hours but evidently
he had other ideas. John lifted me to my feet and without making a
sound, turned me around so I was facing towards him. Then he pushed me
back against the wall and had me grab onto the handrail on either side of
me. As I watched silently, he untied the knot in the middle of my blouse
and once undone, he opened it to reveal my perky small boobs with nipples
pointing out like small bullets. He covered each one with his hands,
which was not too hard given how small they were, and squeezed them
gently.
My nipples were so sensitive just the pressure of his palm against them
was enough to make my breast tingle and little jolts like electricity ran
from my breasts through the rest of me. He bent over and licked my right
boob’s nipple, running his tongue in circles around it and then grabbing
it with his teeth and softly tugging on it. John had spent enough time
already playing with my boobs for me to teach him what I liked and he
obviously had learned his lessons well! I could have let him continue
like this all night but he had other plans.
With his mouth still sucking on my nipple, John’s hands reached down to
my waist and I could feel him undoing my jeans and then sliding them down
to my ankles. As usual I wasn’t wearing panties as it made it so much
easier for him at times like this. I lifted one foot at a time to allow
him to slip them off of me and he hung my jeans up on a hook on the back
of the door. I turned around and grabbed the rails again letting him
have a nice view of my bare ass. I wiggled it suggestively to him as I
spread my legs apart and leaned forward to expose my hungry pussy. John
reached between my legs and ran his finger up and down it, wetting my
clit with the moisture from my pussy. With his other hand he guiding his
rock hard cock to my pussy like a heat-seeking missile – and boy was my
pussy one heck of a hot target for it to lock onto!
Just as he was about to fuck me the stall door rattled as one of the boys
knocked repeatedly on it. A little voice called out to us, “Hey, who’s in
there?” At that moment, with his swollen cock pressed against the
entrance to my pussy, and on the verge of entering me, not surprisingly
John wasn’t interested in fooling around with some kid’s curiosity.
“Go away kid! I’m busy in here!’
The boys all laughed and I heard some whispering with the words “beating
off” standing out. I turned my head upwards and John grinned at me as I
mouthed the words, “Fuck me!” to him and he smiled even broader than
before in return. What was it with guys that all a girl has to say is,
“fuck me” and they become like total idiots, forgetting things and not
paying attention to anything else?
John’s cock head pressed harder against me but his missile guidance
system was off kilter so I reached my hand between my legs until I
lightly touched the cock that wanted so desperately to enter me. Using
my fingers, I spread my wet pussy lips apart to make it easier for him to
enter me. Once he felt his cock beginning to slide into me, John pushed
forward against me, driving him stiff cock deep inside of me. He kept
pushing until his crotch was pressed up against my ass and I wiggled it
just a bit to make his pubic hair move and tickle my butt.
Now that he was in me, John started pumping himself in and out of me,
forcing me to grab the rail tightly to keep my balance. My ass pushed
back to meet his thrusts and drive his cock deeper into me each time he
lunged forward. As John fucked me faster I could hear his crotch
slapping into my ass as well as the slurping sound of his cock as it slid
in and out of my dripping wet pussy.
Evidently, I wasn’t the only who could hear these sounds as suddenly
there was a bunch of whispering and giggles from the other side of the
door and soon there was another knock on the door. “Hey mister, whatcha
doin’ in there?”
You’ve got to give credit to john – he kept fucking me and never missed a
beat in spite of our “audience”. In fact, I think he was actually even
more turned now with them listening as he fucked me.
“Wouldn’t you like to know? Now get out of here you little perverts!” he
yelled through the door. We could hear the other boys teasing the one who
had knocked, calling him a “homo” and other silly things I guess that’s
how boys at that age talk to each other. John leaned forward even more
against me as he reached around and started fondling my breasts again,
squeezing them gently and lightly pinching my nipples between his
fingers. He used them like handles to hold me and pull me back against
him as he fucked me harder and harder.
In the meantime, I was getting off knowing the kids were listening
intently outside the stall, not to mention the amazing sensations being
generated within me by John’s cock as he screwed me. My pussy exploded
with a searing hot feeling which then spread throughout my entire body.
Wave after wave of intense pleasure coursed through me as I came
incredibly hard.
It was one of the most intense orgasms I had experienced in a long time
and my God it felt so good! It was times like this, when I was being
fucked hard and experiencing an orgasm as intense as this one that made
me glad I wasn’t “saving myself for marriage”.
John kept driving his cock in and out of me, in and out as relentlessly
pounded my pussy as it gripped his cock so hard he could barely pull out
of me. All I wanted at that moment was for him to keep fucking me and
never stop. I wanted these feeling to never end, to just fill me with
the most intense pleasure a woman can feel. God I loved to be fucked!!
I was brought back to earth by the sound of the restroom door opening as
the boys left. I guess with the short attention span of boys that age
that they had heard enough of whatever they thought was going on and were
off to whatever trouble they could cause elsewhere.
Once again is was just John and me in the room again – perfect timing! I
was almost dizzy with pleasure at that point and all I wanted was to
concentrate on what he was doing to me with his wonderful cock. With my
eyes closed I matched his rhythm, bouncing back and forth against him in
time with his strokes. Then he stopped suddenly and his cock was out of
me! He sat down on the toilet seat with his legs as wide apart with his
pants still around his ankles, sporting his erect cock that was
glistening in the bright lights with dampness of my pussy juices.
“Sit on my dick Kelly,” he commanded as he stroked his cock for me to
see.
I was breathing pretty heavy at that point and besides, words were not
something to be wasting time with. I licked my lips in anticipation and
backed in between his legs. Bending over to give him the best view of my
swollen and wet pussy that he had just desecrated, I pulled my ass cheeks
apart with my hands until I felt him positioning himself to reenter my
cunt.
When his dick starting to part me I lowered myself down on him, driving
him into me in one hard motion. As wet as I was then he slipped in easily
and suddenly I was sitting on his lap with his cock buried in me.
I looked down and was thrilled at the site of seeing the base of his
hairy cock pressing against my bare pussy, knowing that the rest of him
was in me. At the same time I could feel him pushing deep inside of me
as he filled my pussy the way it was meant to be. This was the way I
wish my pussy could always feel, penetrated by the very thing it was
designed to host, telling me by driving me insane with pleasure how happy
it was to have a hard cock inside of it. How could anyone possibly say
this was wrong? How could I be too young to fuck when it felt so damn
good?
The bars on each side of the stall were perfectly placed such that I
could grab one on each side for balance. Using my arms to lift myself I
rocked back and forth on his cock, leaning forward to pull off of him and
then back to drive him home again. The toilet seat had a distinctive
squeaking sound as the weight on it shifted but neither of us cared. My
legs were tight together between his thighs making my pussy grab him even
tighter than usual. John’s warm hands were on my bare hips, helping to
time my motion with his natural rhythm.
I almost jumped off of him with surprise when the restroom door suddenly
slammed open and I heard the sound of feet of rushing into the room. A
zipper came down and a few seconds later a loud sigh of relief filled the
room. Someone evidently had just made it in time! I was ready to cum
again at this point and even if the toilet was squeaking louder than ever
I was not going to stop just because some guy was pissing next door. I
felt my orgasm beginning to crest once more and then like a wave it came
crashing down onto me, covering me with its brute force of pleasure and
ecstasy.
I leaned back on John, lifting my legs up and then spreading them over
his so I was seated firmly on his cock. John groaned as my pussy
drenched his cock with my cum, squeezing his cock in a death grip with as
my body tensed and then convulsed from the fabulous feelings that were
filling me inside.
The guy outside suddenly laughed saying, “Hang in there guy, I know how
you feel!” I would have loved to have unlatched the door to let him know
how very wrong he was in his interpretation of John’s groan but
fortunately I couldn’t reach the handle or who knows what might have
happened! As it was the guy washed his hands and left almost as quickly
as he had come in.
In the meantime I was still mesmerized by the lingering effects of my
last orgasm. With my legs now straddling him I humped John’s cock,
bouncing on it like a bull rider. He helped by lifting my up and down
from the waist and lifting his hips in time with me.
“Damn Kelly,” he moaned, ”I’m cumming now!”
Sure enough he was. I sat still to feel the full effect of his pulsing
cock as it spit its load of sperm deep into me. I don’t think I will
ever get tired of that sensation, the feeling I get when hot cum is
squirted deep inside of my cunt. Some of the cum drained down out of my
pussy onto his cock and when he was finished I got off of him and sucked
his sensitive cock, making him jump each time I took it into my mouth.
Damn he tasted good! Nothing like a smelly cock covered with cum and
pussy juice! I kept sucking him as he shrank in my mouth, becoming
smaller and softer for me. Finally he was limp and I dropped him from my
lips. I stood up and gave him a long kiss, my pussy still throbbing with
the aftershocks of my orgasm.
We both quickly dressed. John took a peek out the door to make sure that
nobody was out there. He thought the coast was clear and so we both
darted out of the rest room. I was surprised to say the least to find
the whole little tribe was still out in the hallway, goofing around like
boys always seem to do. You can imagine the look on their faces when
they saw me leaving with John! John and I just laughed and smiled at them
as we went back to the mall area and headed off for our movie. I would
have loved to been able to listen in on what those boys talked about
after we left!
So far it had been a wonderful date with John and the prospect of sitting
next to him in a dark movie theater after our little adventure in the
restroom was looking more promising all the time. I started to dream of
what I could do to him in there. Hmm, maybe our little group of boys
would be in front of us!
THE END