Archives for September 2007
College Wild Party
Wild Sex Party
I was, at that time in my life, “hanging out” at a neighborhood
bar; it was, in many ways, a lot like “Cheers.” Everyone knew your
name, and the “regulars” (of whom I was one) were a bit like
family. Nearly every male customer had slept with at least one of
the barmaids at one time or another, and each of the barmaids had
slept with a number of the guys. It was a casual, friendly sort of
place, without jealousies and — among the regulars, at least — no
tensions; we all knew each others’ faults too well to get upset
with each other. We had a softball team, played endless games of
Pac-man and pinball, celebrated each others’ birthdays, lent the
needier among us money from time to time, smoked incredible amounts
of grass, and — of course — drank ourselves into oblivion
occasionally. We were a mixed bunch: a few minor executives, a
couple of construction workers, a few nondescript ‘white-collar
workers,’ a few cops, a bookmaker or two, a medical editor, a
couple of cab drivers, and a couple of people who ‘lived by their
wits.’
Sexy College Party
Sexy College Party
Some of the things she told me, always in a teasing sort of way
(she’s great at teasing), were hard to believe; they were almost
always a turn-on, though. Among other things, nothing turned her
on like the notion of a strange prick (”prick’ was her word — I’ve
always thought it a silly word, but since it’s what she used, I’ll
use it here). She loved strangers, especially teenage boys (she
was in her mid-thirties at the time), she said. And often more
than one at a time. She also liked women occasionally, but she
never felt as powerful, she said, as when she was on her knees with
two or three or four eager pricks vying for her mouth.
“Wouldn’t I like to see that?” she often asked as we were making
love. I wasn’t so sure. My ambivalence was composed of about
equal parts jealousy and insecurity and prurience. Our
relationship had become, over time, a deeply emotional one.
Her wisdom lay in not pressing the point; she kept tantalizing me
with stories of some of her bolder past sexual escapades and, at
the same time, reassuring me that it was neither necessary to
participate in anything similar nor to hear about them. Still, her
evident excitement as she related such stories to me was a
significant aphrodisiac for her, and that, in turn, had a strongly
stimulating effect on me.
College Wild Parties
College Wild Parties
I also ignored her increasingly less oblique hints that any
advances I cared to make would not be unwelcomed. Still, I had by
now become a friend of both of theirs. I played dense when the
flirtation got too “real.” That had changed one night, though
(but that’s another story, for another time), and Lisa and I had
been having a steady, if irregular, sexual relationship for a
couple of years. I was not her first (nor her only) partner
outside her marriage. In fact, Lisa was more than moderately
active. And her sexual experience was far broader than mine.
Group Sex Pictures
Groupsex Pictures
Not that I hadn’t been attracted to her from the first time I’d
walked into the place — there was something subtly but powerfully
sexual about her. She wasn’t gorgeous, though few would fail to
call her attractive, and she had very long, very red hair. But it
wasn’t that; there was something else, an aura. Maybe it was the
flashing, slightly amused look that was always present just behind
her eyes. At any rate, I was aware of the chemistry from the
outset. I was also, however, an extremely discreet and fairly
conservative man, and I ignored my reactions to her.