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The Card

I finally felt like I was getting it. As I walked through the party, I was starting to see that there were really two parties going on at once. Maybe even more.

On the surface, it was a sex party. Strangers and friends, flirting and drinking and giggling and groping. Spanked bottoms and tits out and fun.

Below the surface were those in the Order. Smiling and watching. They kissed and played as well, but always above all else, they observed. They collected faces and secrets and oversaw the parties as a one would oversee a vineyard. Pruning, watering, ready to harvest what fruits came to bear at just the right moment.

It all made me so much more excited about the card in my bag. They had seen something in me. They had given me a glimpse of what was behind that secret red door I’ve heard about.

When I saw Matilda and her mysterious partner beckon me across the room, I tried not to smile like an idiot. They said nothing but led me down the hall into a part of the studio I was told we weren’t supposed to enter.

Matilda’s partner, the well-dressed gentleman with the salt and pepper hair and the purple tie, produced a key and opened a door. I was led into the room.

“I’ll have your card,” Matilda said, suddenly serious.

I fumbled in my purse, pretending for a moment I needed to find it, though I knew exactly where it was.

I handed it to her, and she looked it over, while also looking me over.

“That’s fine,” she said simply, handing it back to me.

She moved closer, looking carefully at me, in my eyes, at my lips, making me blush.

The other one, the man, came up next to her and with a steely look said directly, “it would be best to inspect her here.”

Matilda nodded.

I was in a pretty black babydoll dress with a white peter pan collar. I wasn’t expecting to play at the party, just people watch, still, I knew the rules. I knew if a member asked, I needed to let them inspect me. It was part of the initiation. It made me weak in the knees.

They both raised an eyebrow at my lack of immediate action. I stammered an apology and looked around, trying to figure out what I should do.

The little room they brought me into was an office. Not much more than some bookshelves and a desk. The nameless man took my arm and pushed me towards the desk.

“Do you submit to inspection, as per the conventions of petition?” he said roughly.

I nodded and then remembering, I turned to him and raised my head, showing him my neck.

“I submit to inspection,” I whispered.

I thought perhaps Matilda would do it. The thought made me excited. She was so beautiful and glamorous. Her partner was, perhaps, glamorous in his own way, but I didn’t know him. He was just a well-dressed stranger.

He spun me around and made quick work of the buttons of my dress. He didn’t take it off, but awkwardly pulled it down my shoulders and arms until my breasts were exposed. He undid my bra with the same speed and skill.

I was sort of bound by my dress, with my bra only undone and lifted up a bit, just enough to give him access.

He fondled me. I can’t think of another word. Just quick, objectifying groping. I saw Matilda smile as she leaned against the closed door and watched.

He made some slight grunt that sounded like he liked what he felt. His hands were all over, on my stomach, on my neck. He put his thumb on my chin and opened my mouth. He looked into it and then pushed two fingers in. I had to concentrate to stay still, to not choke as his thick fingers pressed my tongue, probing me for who knows what.

Then he was done with that and spun me around once more. He pushed me forward, and I steadied myself on the desk.

He pulled up my dress, pushing it over my ass, and then he once more groped me. More little sounds of appreciation. One little smack followed a squeezing of my inner thighs, one at a time.

I turned a little, seeing Matilda over my shoulder. She was watching intently, her eyes a little far away.

When he fingers moved between my legs, I squirmed a little, though I tried to fight the urge. He let out a somewhat annoyed sound and pushed me against the desk to hold me still.

A tug on my panties, then he pushed the crotch to the side. How had I gotten so wet?

Silence for a moment. My breathing sounding loud in the little room. Another positive grunt from the nameless man and then his fingers were spreading me open.

I whined then, a pathetic little whine. I don’t even know what I wanted, for him to stop, for him to fuck me? He pushed me down a bit, and I felt him shift. He was showing me to Matilda. Showing her how wet I was.

A little laugh from her and I nearly died.

Then his finger pushed into me, and before I could stop myself, I leaned down further and pushed back against his finger, aching for more.

He laughed then and took his finger out, stepping back, and whispering to Matilda.

“Fix yourself up and then go back to the party. We are through with you,” Matilda said with a frown on her red lips and a smile in her eyes.

The man laughed again and watched me awkwardly dress. As he watched, he casually licked his fingers.

Giving In

Warm curves under a fuzzy sweater, socks up to her thighs with a little roll where they cut into her. Chubby cheeks and wide eyes.

As we kiss on the couch her skirt rides up. At some point she stopped tugging it back down. We are becoming a hot wrinkled mess. My cock is so hard it aches under my too tight jeans.

The movie and our promises forgotten.

It’s okay if it’s just kissing. It’s okay if I just feel her up a little. Each little hurdle is rationalized as it is passed. Over her shirt. Under her shirt. Just touching her thigh. Just a little. Just for a second.

If we don’t take off her panties it doesn’t count. We can just pull them to the side for a second.

She closes her legs around my hand but doesn’t let me pull it away. We are both begging. Little whimpers and needy whines.

When I kiss her neck, just under her ear, her legs open, as if I slipped a key into a lock.

When I finally feel how wet she is, she buries her face into my chest. Her hands go to my belt. Everything spins and turns as we finally give in.

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Ethical non-monogamy and the full moon.

“Don’t look at the full moon with her. It would break my heart.” I know it’s unreasonable so I never ask, but I wish I could. I know better though, I know the moon doesn’t belong to me, and neither does he. Standing under the moon is a different thing between any two people, I know this, but it feels like mine. 

Never let her turn around and kiss you on the stairs the way I do. Never let her write stories on the back of your neck with her fingernails after you fuck. Never let her fall asleep on your shoulder, in the crook of your arm, the one that’s just the right shape for me to nestle against. I know in my heart it’s not just for me, I know it’s human-shaped, not me-shaped, but let’s pretend okay? Let’s pretend you were built just for me. What a pretty little fantasy. 

Let’s pretend that there were rules that could protect us, that if we just stayed within the right boundaries this would never hurt. Let’s pretend we can legislate our feelings, follow the red tape, let’s pretend regulations and a page of things we Can Not Do would be simple, like a grocery list. You never look at the moon with her and I’ll never let anyone brush my hair out of my face when it’s messy. I’ll never let anyone kiss my baby toes or hide my face during movies at the scary parts. I’ll never slow dance in the kitchen with anyone but you. 

Until I’m dancing, in a different kitchen, with someone who isn’t you. It’s a different dance, of course. They don’t hold me like you do, they’re cooking dinner and I touched them, it drew them to me, and next thing you know we were dancing. It doesn’t feel like a travesty or an invasion of our space, your space, my space with you. It feels like dancing in the kitchen with someone else. It’s wonderful in it’s own way, but different entirely. 

That’s why it would be a silly rule; You can outlaw an activity but you can’t control the intimacy between two people, the way any arbitrary act can feel magical, the chemistry at play. These things are not compartments you can lock up or barricade, they are life experiences, lived moments. Building blocks to connections that neither you or I can predict. We have to trust in what we’ve built together, and all the unique ways we make each other happy. The moon is going to look amazing tonight, no matter whose hand you’re holding as you look towards the sky. And if there’s fireworks between two people, you wouldn’t need the moon to see them. We can feel how we feel, that’s the deal. 

We’re Not Friends

“I don’t fuck my friends,” she said.

“If you’re not fucking your friends, then who the hell do you fuck? I mean, come on. Do you fuck people you don’t like? What’s the point of that?”

I won’t say I was mansplaining, but I was feeling self-righteous. My friends are cute and friendly and if we didn’t fuck each other we wouldn’t know what to do with ourselves. And that old myth about how sex always ruins a friendship has been put to bed a thousand times without its supper. We can play and laugh and fuck all night long and still not be awkward in the morning because we’re adults. We’ve old enough to know that fucking your friends is, in fact, one of the twelve great joys in life.

“Do you really want to know?” she asked, climbing onto my lap. I smiled, but nodded, since I was pretty damn sure I already knew what she was going to say. She was normal and that always came with the same answer.

“Sure,” I told her. “Enlighten me.”

“Last week, for example,” she said, letting her weight rest on me, “I fucked my dog walker. He came by to pick up the little guy, and I pulled him onto my bed, took him into my mouth, and then slid his beautiful cock inside me all before breakfast. And now, for the next three months, the dear boy is going to walk my dog for free.”

“Well, I guess that makes sense,” I said, wondering if it did, in fact, make sense. She leaned in closer.

“A month ago, at my sister’s wedding, I fucked her new father-in-law during the reception.” He lips were against my ear and I found myself less sure than I had been only moments before. “He grabbed my ass while dancing and when we stepped around back for a cigarette he bent me over the limo, lifted my dress, and made me beg for it. I called him Daddy as he fucked me, and I came in under three minutes.”

“Jesus, that’s a lot,” I said, feeling myself growing hard. I put my hands on her hips and felt her press into me, her thin cotton barely a barrier between us as her skirt flowed around me.

“And just two nights ago,” she whispered, her hand inside my shirt as she slid back and forth against my hard cock, “I fucked my roommate’s boyfriend while she slept in the next room. I caught him during the night, walking naked to the kitchen, and I put a finger to his lips to keep him from talking. I knelt on the cold tile floor and he was hard in seconds. When I pulled him to the couch outside her room he looked frantically about, but still, I sat on top of him–just like this–and I guided his beautiful cock inside of me as I covered his mouth with one hand. I fucked him for ten minutes right there, while she lay sleeping four feet away, and I came so goddamned hard I almost passed out.”

“So, you see,” she said, moving so quickly and with such clarity that I was close to coming myself, “I don’t fuck my friends. I don’t need to fuck my friends. I don’t want to fuck my friends. There are a thousand other people that turn me on far more.”

“Please,” I moaned as I slid my hands under her skirt and grabbed her ass with both hands. My lips were against her neck and her shirt was undone to her navel. I kissed her between her breasts and practically lifted myself off the chair as I rubbed against her. I couldn’t remember the last time I wanted to fuck anyone as badly.

“Please what?” she moaned, pulling my hair as I bit her soft skin.

“Please tell me we’re not friends.”

-gny

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List of Non-sexual forms of intimacy

Watching tv/movies together

going to events together like carnivals, festivals etc.

going on dates like to the movies or shopping

Sharing secrets

hugs

sharing drinks

phone calls

talking

touching noses

cuddling

philosophical discussions

Hand holding

Sharing jokes

sharing smiles

laying your head on someone’s shoulder

linking arms

massages

tickling

playing with hair

scratching backs

tracing designs on arms

talking about the future

a hand written note

moving your head to their chest and listening to their heartbeat.

singing together or playing instruments together

dancing

feeding each other

drawing/writing on one another

Brushing your partners hair

sharing food

sitting knee to knee across from each other

 Doing beauty treatments like facials or manicures, hair dying or face masks

reading books together

take care of your partner when sick

talking about the relationship (how I feel with you, How I feel w/ this relationship)

cooking together

Head-scratches

hugging

discussions about yourselves (like flaws, shortcomings, passions, stuff)

being physically/emotionally vulnerable

just sleeping together,

an actual open honest conversation

bathing and taking care of hygiene together

butterfly kisses

nuzzling

telling on-the-fly stories

meditating or sharing spirituality

grooming

sharing hobbies

studying

sharing personal stories

shaving

seeing each other without make-up or all dressed up

moral support for major events

crying, sharing emotions, comforting each other

listening to someones heartbeat or breathing

camping/hiking

sleepovers

being with animals together

going on trips together

sharing clothes/jewelry/personal items

Sharing online social media

cleaning someone else’s living space

going with them to a doctor/therapist

doing art together

kissing different body parts

making out

volunteer together

work together

talking about wants and desires

experience new things together

do an extracurricular together

play games together

play sports together

walking together

being respectful and kind to one another (helping them do things, open doors for them etc.)

Sharing responsibilities (chores, babysitting etc.)

giving each other presents, special things from the heart

talking about and respecting each others boundaries

public displays of affection

grooming in front of each other

wrestling or play fighting

texting/talking online

looking in each other’s eyes

complimenting each other

falling asleep over skype or chat

making faces at each other

sky watching

write poetry

inside jokes

respect each other

tell them how you feel about them

kiss and touch different parts of the body

get to know each other better (playing 20 questions)

go for a ride together

close your eyes and memorise each others faces with your fingers

walk arm in arm

make a playlist together

make up your own words or slang

go out to eat

list each other’s best features

bring your faces close without touching and feel each other breath

Go shopping together

throw a party or other event together

leave love notes

exercise together

exchange something meaningful

try to have a whole conversation with only eye contact and facial expressions

sit back to back and feel each other’s heart breat

learn their favorite food and make it

run errands together

look at photos together

take photos together

go people watch

have a staring contest

learn something new together

take turns leading each other on a nature walk blindfolded

get to know each others family and friends

draw or sculpt each other

paint each other’s bodies

play with kids together

practicing a skill together

sharing food

being in comfortable clothes together

waving goodbye

being comfortable with each other’s bodily functions

partner touching affectionately without asking

touching a partner affectionately without asking

partner touching affectionately in public

touching a partner affectionately in public

being partially undressed with parnter

being completely naked with a partner

direct eye contact

looking at genitals

talking about your or your partner’s body

any others you can think of?

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Remorse

Did that even really happen? She thought. The damp sidewalk felt like ice under her feet. It’s only been a few hours, maybe less. It already feels like a drunken hallucination. 

The problem was that it’s hard to tell what’s real when reality itself is so far from normal. The status quo of this situation was just hopelessly warped. 

It had started with a look.  

That’s a lie, she thought to herself. It started with whiskey.

The whiskey was probably why she noticed the look he’d given her… the look that transformed friendly, getting-to-know-you-as-a-person conversations with acquaintances into a mischievous game of what was basically just chicken. A dare.

It had escalated quickly. Before long she’d sat at his feet, and he let her. Of course, he probably didn’t really know or care about the sort of surrender that implied to her, in her own drunken mind. He didn’t play those games, as far as she could tell. However, he still would have known that she was sitting far too close to be appropriate. He would have been aware that her shoulder against his knee was far too familiar for a casual co-worker.

The others had stepped out to smoke… and that was when he finally called her bluff, reaching down gently and ghosting a feather-light finger over her breast. The sensation shot through her as sharp as if he’d slapped her. Holy shit, is this happening? She couldn’t believe it. Her senses were muddled from too many drinks, and she was supposed to be getting home soon… But god, the week had been so hard. And her feet hurt from standing and her face ached from smiling at rude customers. And backing down felt like running away. She’d never been good about denying herself what she wanted. And she really, really wanted to stay.

It was dimly lit, almost spooky at this time, since the place was normally bustling.  

“It’s been a long time since there’s been a naked girl in this room.” he murmured, and watched her pull her shirt over her head. His words shot straight to the pit of her belly. She spared an idle moment to mourn her mismatched bra and panties, not to mention the fact that she knew her dexterity and skill were never at their best after so much drinking, but then he pulled her closer and she forgot why she was worried.

She couldn’t remember how he smelled. The whiskey had stolen that from her, and it bothered her. She loved to know a man by the way he smelled. But she did remember flashes: the smile on his face, the tattoo she’d never seen, the piercings he always covered, the dark look in his eyes. Her hands were everywhere on his body now. his groped hers freely. Clothes were unbuttoned, unfastened… the details of how it happened had been robbed from her mind by the liquor, and the clear snapshots of memories flashed through her mind as though seen through a strobe light… Eventually though, the frenzy slowed and she remembered with crystal clarity that the first warm feeling of skin on skin was magnificent.

“I cannot believe it’s you doing this,” he groaned. 

Neither can I, she thought back at him, gazing up at him from her knees, mouth watering as she finally went to achieve her conquest. “I try to be very accommodating, at work. We aim to please.” She revelled in the filthiness of it.

“I really need to do this more often.” he’d replied with a groan.

Jesus Christ people eat at this table. WE both eat at this table. I don’t care. Fuck me now.

It was sloppy. it was hurried, and a little clumsy. And it was the most exhilarating night she’d had in ages. In the end, they were both late to go home… and she sent him away with red fingernail welts on his chest. Rushing to meet her friends, she hurriedly ate a slice of pizza, to quell the dizziness from the drink, and to mask the taste of him on her lips.

Nothing I’ve done in ages has felt this wrong, she thoughti. The taboo made her more excited. What if his wife found out?

She laughed, a bit hysterical at the state of affairs, reeling from adrenaline and lust and the rush of a new cock in her mouth, of tasting a man she’d never even dared to consider. What the fuck was wrong with her brain? What possessed her to take things this far? Was “normal” not fucked up enough? Everyone would be so hurt if they knew… She could never tell anyone, she realized.

Later she was racked with guilt even as she brought herself to orgasm thinking about it, her fingers working hard to replay the events of the night as the images flashed through her mind, along with fantasy scenarios she desperately craved as she told herself in the same breath they should never be. 

It had been a hell of a week.

Ass Fucking Season Again

CK

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Obey

He was the first person I saw when I walked into the party. It had been over five years since I’d seen him last, but when he touched my hand one word ran through my head: obey.

I instinctively thrust my left hand behind my back as I leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. We talked for almost an hour and I almost didn’t notice the first time he commanded me.  It was mundane and simple, but when he told me to show him my bracelet I didn’t hesitate.  Ten minutes later he leaned in and whispered to me.

“Make me another drink.”

His words ran straight from my ears to my clit and I got up immediately.  I was completely focused as I walked to the kitchen and for four minutes nothing seemed more important than making the perfect gin and tonic.

There were a few other simple commands until he knew I was not only willing, but unable to say no.  When he told me to walk to the back bedroom and kneel by the bed I simply nodded and did as I was told.

It seemed like hours until I heard the door close and lock behind me.  He circled me twice and I was terrified that he wouldn’t like the look of me.  Had I gotten too old?  Were my clothes unappealing?  When he finally stood in front of me it took a force of will to not reach up and open his jeans before he asked.  When he finally gave the command my fingers were shaking.

I placed my hands back in my lap (like a good girl, I thought) and looked up into his eyes.  I opened my mouth and leaned in, taking him slowly between my lips and running my tongue over his perfect cock.  My wedding ring felt heavy on my finger and as I took him deep into my mouth and throat I gently pulled off the ring and slid it into my pocket.

For two minutes I didn’t think he’d noticed.  After twenty minutes of using my mouth I was positive he had.  The command came quickly and without warning.

“Stand, turn, and put your hands on the frame of the bed.”

I did as I was told and moments later felt the cool air of the room against my bare skin as he slid my clothes down to the floor.  I could feel his cock pressed against me and I closed my eyes as I waited for him.

“How long have you been married?”

I clenched my teeth and my eyes as I let out a whimper.  He was pressing into me, first with his fingers, and then the head of his cock and I tried to speak.

“Three years,” I finally said.

It felt like an eternity waiting for him, but when he finally slid inside me I came.  Just like that.  I screamed and moaned and thrust my hips back against him and he fucked me harder than I thought possible.   When he was ready to cum he had me turn and kneel in front of him.  He pulled my shirt down and had me beg for him.  I looked ridiculous kneeling there on the floor, and I begged and begged until he covered my breasts and chin.

I stayed there on the floor as he buttoned his pants and washed his face in the bathroom.  I didn’t move a muscle as he sat on the bed and tied his shoes and I simply closed my eyes when he leaned over and kissed me long and hard.  He dressed me himself, taking care with everything.  He was tender and gentle and I was pained and releived that it was all over.

As we walked back to the party he took me by the hand and kissed it gently. Just before we got swallowed by the crowd he whispered to me again.

“In exactly one hour, I expect you to be back in the bedroom wearing nothing but your heels.  Leave the door unlocked.”

–Guy New York

Forbidden

Here is the story I read at Impact last night. @msdarker read from Laura Antoniou’s The Reunion, which is the fifth in The Marketplace Series.

Forbidden

“Promise?” she whispered.

Her pink t-shirt was pulled up, as was her bra. Her thick black rimmed glasses were almost falling off and her bangs were in her eyes. Her breasts were big, pert, the imprint of the lace of her bra left pink and red patterns on the soft skin. Their eyes locked and she squeezed one breasts hard as her hips swayed. Her eyes were thickly rimmed around with black makeup and the corner of one eye was smeared.

She was straddling his legs as he laid back on the couch. She moved one hand down and grasped his cock again, biting her lip as she played with it. “I promise, but you’re the one on top,” he said quietly, aware of roommates who might or might not be asleep in nearby bedroom.

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Don't Make A Sound

I leaned over her shoulder and whispered in her ear.

“I’m going to fuck you. Don’t make a sound.”

She twisted in the cool water, but didn’t turn around as I pushed her bikini bottoms to one side. She was resting her arms on the edge of the pool looking up, and she arched back just before I slid into her. It took long minutes of rubbing against her cunt before I got all the way inside, and it was glorious agony as I struggled not to look conspicuous. When I was finally there she lowered her head and I could tell she wanted to say something.

I grabbed her hips and pulled her to me, pushing deeper inside her as all around us the other’s kept drinking and laughing. Most people had lost at least part of their bathing suits, but the party had yet to disintegrate into anything more than an excuse to drink beer in cans. The harder I fucked her the more she wanted to talk, until she was biting her lip and pushing back onto me.

“What is it?” I finally grumbled, just about ready to come.

“Who is this?” she finally blurted out. I pressed my lips against the back of her neck and I didn’t stop coming for weeks.

    Guy New York

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A Blind Test

“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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The Apartment

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

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.

Parking lot flirtation

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!"