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“If I was blindfolded, do you think I could tell you apart?” “Tell us apart how?” he asked as we leaned in closer. She blushed a bit and mumbled something. She took a drink and looked back and forth as if we should know what it was she meant to say. We asked her again, and she closed her eyes as each of us put a hand on her knee. The harder we tried to make her answer the more flustered she got until finally she just blurted it out a bit too loudly. “Fucking! If you took turns fucking me, I wonder if I could tell you apart.” The dirty looks from the other customers ushered us happily out the door, down three blocks, around a corner, up the stairs, and into my apartment and bedroom. At first she closed her eyes as we kissed her and she whispered our names quietly. One of us tied the scarf without her guessing, and by the time fingers were undoing buttons she was nearly lost. As clothes fell to the ground and she lay back on the bed, she began to ask us to take turns. One set of lips on her breast was followed by a guess. One hand parting her thighs and stroking the soft flesh between them was followed by another, and before we knew it, each of us had a hand wrapped around us, and a name assigned. She studied us each in the darkness until finally she sat up on the bed and put her hands to her sides. “Let me guess with just my mouth.“ We circled the bed and kept silent. We touched her hair gently and kept moving until honestly even I wasn’t sure who was who. One of us stepped towards her and her lips opened before he was even close. She moved her head slowly hoping to find what she wanted and when she finally did she swallowed it all. Her hands were still at her sides and she took him all the way into her mouth and then sucked, kissed, and licked until she thought she knew. When she lay back on the bed and opened her legs she had correctly guessed us both. By the time I pushed inside her she was calling out my name without doubt and pleading for more without reserve. The first three times we switched she guessed correctly. By the fourth time she wasn’t so sure and by the tenth she didn’t care. She finally stopped guessing altogether and her pleading change from the specific to the urgent. "Just fuck me,” she moaned to no one, and the more she asked the closer we got. One of us came first, and she swore she could feel him pulsing through the thin latex. She came with the second and refused to kiss him for fear of discovering whom it was. “I thought you wanted to know,” we said, as the three of us lay entangled on the bed. “I did,” she whispered. “At first I really did, but by the end it didn’t matter. You were both here, and hard, and inside me, and the only important thing was that you didn’t stop.” “Should we take the blindfold off?” I asked. “Leave it on,” she answered. “And let’s try again in the morning.”
–Guy New York
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We called it “The Apartment”. It was somewhere near St. Marks and Avenue A back when the East Village was just rubbing against B and scared shitless to go anywhere near Avenue C. There were two girls and a somewhat straight couple living there but on a good weekend all those were subject to change. It was a Friday night and a bunch of us were drinking in the living room and trying to figure out what to do for the night. The girls were itching to get laid and since they weren’t in the mood for any of us that night they decided to skip on down to Niagra to see if there was any free cock around. In less than thirty minutes they can back with boys in tow and disappeared into their respective bedrooms. The couple’s bedroom shared a door with the blonde so we crowded into their room and listened to the nervous laughter turn into audible groans. I don’t know how long it was before one of us noticed that you could actually see through the keyhole, but I know I was third in line. My first view was of her sucking his cock as she knelt in front of the bed. She was fully clothed—although rumpled—and he was naked and sprawled out like a drunken gorilla. She was doing a good job of taking him all the way down her throat and from his grunts he wasn’t complaining. I didn’t get to watch long before I was moved out of the way, but on my next round I saw her from behind as she road his cock on the bed. He was screaming and she was faking it, and I was getting hard. They hogged the keyhole for what seemed like the next 10 minutes and I told them they were total pervs for watching their own roommate fuck and if they had any class they’d let me back at it. When I finally got my chance it was like a wet dream come true. She was on her back with her head hanging over the side of the bed and he was thrusting between her open thighs. Her tits were flirting deliciously with gravity and her hair was combing the hard wood floor. Her moans seemed sincere this time and it was only seconds after I lost my place that we heard him scream out he was coming. His voice cracked in the middle and we tumbled back into the living room in fits of laughter praying they hadn’t heard us. Five minutes later both girls came out of their room—boys in tow—and sent them out the front door and into the hall. “Say goodnight boys,” they called as they waved them away before closing the door behind them. They stumbled over to the couch and crashed down next to us. “So, what else are we doing tonight?” the brunette asked.
–Guy New York
me on a train in lingerie is a common theme in my life
She looked so smug when she finally got my cock in her greedy mouth.
Her gaze, as she sucked, said “little girls always get what they want.”
I smiled down at her, knowing she would soon learn that they also got what they deserved.
We hit it right off. She likes me, she isn't hiding it.
I lean forward and stare at her alluring eyes for a minute. My my she’s beautiful. She leans on in. Our first little kiss. I like it.
The rugby world cup is going on. We were at a club house. RSA is about to make a try. Nobody notices us.
I whisper, "Let's head to the car." She smiles kisses me again. I guess that's her way of saying YES.
We're at the trunk of the car kissing. My hands make their way up the short skirt, her skin is silky smooth. I grab a butt cheeks. I can't seem to let them go.
She does the kinkiest thing. Whilst staring at me longingly, her fingers slide into her pussy. She does three quick thrusts pulls her hand to her mouth then licks her finger. She does it again. This time we fight for the finger. Fukin sweet.
I pull the back door open. I loosen my belts and lie on the back seat. She pulls her dress up, slides the underwear to the side, proceeds in slow motion to sit on my dick. My tip has just gotten to her inside. She’s very wet. My heart is pounding. The adrenaline is rushing. I am staring in her beautiful eyes. I am in heaven.
A security guard comes around and shouts, "What in F!@# hell is going on here!"
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