Kimi had always had a being-fucked-by-more-than-one-guy fantasy. She’d told me that right up front when we met. And we often used talk of her desire while in the bedroom to make good fucking even better. I’d whisper dirty things in my girlfriend’s ear as she rode me and at that crucial moment, when I felt her tight cunt grow even tighter, I’d smack her ass until it was rosy and my hand was warm.

She’d come with her fingers clutching my chest and her long hair brushing my face as she wiggled on top of me to milk out every last bit of pleasure.

A gathering of old college friends seemed the perfect chance to give her what she needed. I chose wisely, only going for the men who would be discreet and make her feel special while this whole fantasy came true. There were only two rules, and I was firm on them. They could all fuck her, but no one other than me could lay palm on that perfect ass. No one could spank her but me. And no one could come in her. They could take their turn and move to the side. Jacking off was perfectly permissible, but no one came inside my girl.
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I was only joking when I whacked him with it. Right after Richard said, “What is that?” I’d pulled the small paddleball from the goodie bag my friend Melissa had given me on our way out the door.

“An extra goodie bag from the party. For the kid who didn’t show up.” Then I whacked him with the paddle. “Don’t know why she gave it to me, but I’m not complaining.”

“Let me see.” He held out his big hand and all the hair rose up on my neck. Thinking about putting that paddle in his hand felt important—and exciting.

“Why?” I put it behind my back, leaning in so we were face-to-face. I was so close that I could see the stubble poking through his skin and the full lushness of his mouth.

“Because I said so” was the answer. Another oddity. He wasn’t usually clipped and brisk with me. But it made my body come alive and my brain snap to attention. My pussy grew wet, and a steady thump pulsed between my legs.
“Please?” I teased. But then I held my breath.
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Mark knew I had a fantasy of having sex outside. Right in the open where we could be seen. Where the possibility that we’d be seen was very, very real. I had no idea that was what he had in mind when he took me out in our big backyard one night.
The sun had gone down, and the sky was turning a dark navy blue that seemed darker than usual in the summer. He pulled me under our huge oak tree and kissed me.

“What’s all this?” I was confused but pleasantly aroused. The night was warm, the stars were out, and our brand-new neighborhood—we’d just moved in—was quiet, as if we were the only people awake. It was still early, so clearly that wasn’t true, but it felt that way, which was the point.

“I thought I’d show you the new floodlight I put up,” he said.

“Raccoons?” I asked him. It was his obsession, stopping the masked bandits who got into our trash and raided our meager garden. “Raccoons, intruders, whatever. Just something interesting.” He leaned in, and I smiled, then something soft brushed my wrist and he chuckled. “What’s this?”

“This is me tying you to a big oak tree, with one of your scarves.”
“I thought I was going to see lights,” I said.

“Oh, you will,” Mark answered playfully. “Maybe stars, too.” Then he disappeared for a moment. When he returned, he whispered, “Activated.”
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When my girlfriend Alicia called to ask if she could crash at my apartment for a few days, I immediately said yes. She and her boyfriend had recently broken up, and she still wasn’t used to the empty house. I was looking forward to spending some time with her and getting to know her better—and seeing what would happen when we were alone.

Unlike most of my girlfriends, Alicia is pretty reserved. She’s usually quiet and serious. I’ve noticed, though, that she always flirts with me when we’re out with friends. It’s not always overt, and it’s not like she’s ever put the moves on me, but she definitely treats me differently than she does the other girls we hang out with. We’d only been friends for about six months, though, and we’d never hung out on our own, so I was curious to see what would happen when it was just the two of us.
She came over late the first day, and after dinner and a movie, we were both exhausted, so we went to bed—separately. After getting a good night’s sleep, however, Alicia was full of energy. During the day, we went to the beach and hung out on the boardwalk, and that night we ordered Italian takeout and opened a bottle of wine.
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Nate sported a thick nine-inch erection and not much else when he answered the door. When he’d said he had an urgent need to come, I hadn’t realized how serious he was, but his welcome definitely clued me in to the true degree of his horniness. I shouldn’t have been surprised, though. Nate never jokes when it comes to getting laid.

Whenever one of us has an itch that needs scratching, Nate and I call each other. Usually he’s the one calling me, but I’m as much of a sex fiend as he is. I just don’t reach for my phone as quickly as he does.

Most of the time we get together and do whatever feels right, but now and then we go into it with a more detailed plan. Sometimes I crave anal sex or some light bondage, or Nate wants to have sex in the shower or out on his balcony. Last week, for example, he’d called saying the only thing he wanted was a really good blowjob. I don’t know what sparked his sudden desire for head, but it wasn’t important. The only thing I was concerned with was delivering exactly what he wanted.
I was on my way to his place within minutes of receiving his call, and when he answered the door completely naked, I knew I was in for an exciting night. As soon as the door closed behind me, I was on my knees and ready to service him. I didn’t hesitate before taking him in my mouth, eager to swallow his shaft.
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