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Guy New York is a bestselling erotica author and publisher with more than 30 titles to his name. With two full-length novels, numerous short works, and a thousand free stories on his blog Quickies in New York, his books have been widely read and occasionally burned.

You can find all of his books on the right-hand column as well as over at Pronoun with links to individual online retailers.

And Easy Threesome

Threesome photo by Guy New York

I remember in college a random dude on my hall saying something like, “No one has ever actually had a threesome. People just talk about it.” And I’m sure I sounded like an asshole telling him I had probably had five or six? It was hard to count but they were fun and pretty easy and one of my favorite things when it comes to sex.

And he looked at me like I was crazy and I didn’t know what to say because trying to prove a claim like that would just make it worse.

But that night I went upstairs to see the girl I was fucking (she insisted we weren’t dating for the six months we hung out) and she had a friend over. So we got drunk on bad wine and looked out the window at the quad as we lolled about on the couch until I told them about my conversation. And that was really all it took.

He started kissing her neck and she just looked at me and shrugged. So I kissed the other side of her neck as she fell into the couch pillows between us. He pulled off her shirt, I pulled off his shirt, and we must have just kissed for an hour. Sure there were hands on bodies, and some serious grinding going on, but it took a long time before he knelt on the floor between us and began moving back and forth between sucking my dick and eating her pussy.

She laughed and held my hand as we watched him and it was funny and ridiculous and amazing all at the same time. When he finally climbed back onto the couch with his cock in his hand and an eager smile that let us know he thought a reward was due, I simply positioned myself behind her as she sucked his cock and we fucked like we usually do. I leaned over her so I could watch, because what’s the point of a threesome if you don’t get a close-up view of your girlfriend sucking a beautiful cock? And course what’s the point of having a beautiful cock in your face if you don’t get to suck it too and my god the expression on her face as she watched me lick him from tip to balls while I somehow managed not to slip out of her.

I came pretty darn quickly after that, because…well because it was fucking hot. And then she lay down on her back with her head on my lap as he moved between her legs, tasting her one more time before sliding a condom on and then fucking her slowly for the next hour. They kissed and I tousled his hair, but he moved inside her as she begged for it harder, and it felt so normal I almost forgot what they were doing.

She managed to make herself come through some deft finger work and demanding he lift her hips up and hit her in just the right spot with his beautiful cock. She clenched around him and stopped laughing as she came, her other hand gripping mine the whole time. I kissed her eyes and brushed her hair back and she kept on coming, which finally pushed him over the edge too. If I remember right, he did the old pull out, throw the condom somewhere quick, and then come all over her stomach and breasts.

And it was sweet and hot and fun and easy and as we lay there covered in sweat and some come and maybe a bruise or two, I realized that maybe I loved her even if I wasn’t supposed to say it. Not because she fucked her old friend, but because there wasn’t a single moment of fear or doubt all evening, and if that isn’t grace then I don’t know what is.

The next morning the dude on my floor walked by me with some friends and yelled at me from halfway across the lawn, “have any good threesomes lately?”

And I gave him the finger and smiled and there wasn’t anything that needed to be said after that.

Sometimes people have threesomes, and sometimes they’re easy as pie and more fun than a bathtub of puppies. And my god, could those two fuck.

Disgusting Beautiful Immoral Takes Off!

This is my awe shucks look.

Yesterday I went on an epic push to sell as many copies of Disgusting Beautiful Immoral as possible and you all pulled through and made my day, selling more copies in one day than ever before.

By the time I went to sleep, DBI was ranked #8,964 out of every book on Amazon which is crazy. And it was #4 for Bisexual Erotica in both print and e-book format.

At the end of the day, you bought around 40 Kindle copies, 10 print copies, and 5 from iBooks. Which made me about $150 for the day. It’s nutty how the math works, but it was pretty darn exciting to watch it rise all day long thanks to you beautiful people.

So, thanks for bearing with me, thanks for buying the book, thanks for sharing my dirty photos and stories, and thanks for being all around wonderful, generous, and kind.

Directly to the Shower

nude young woman in outdoor shower

Piper in the Shower. Photo by Guy New York

We went directly from the sidewalk to the shower.

I didn’t even watch her undress as we fumbled with our clothes in her bathroom, but when the warm water finally penetrated our bodies I had my arms around her. The freckles on her shoulder made constellations that distracted me for a total of three seconds before I felt myself harden between the perfect cheeks of her ass.

She turned around and kissed me before I could say a thing.

“I’ve never seen you naked before,” she said when we finally took a breath. The truth was that we had fucked before, but never alone. We had fucked at parties and in bathrooms. We had fucked on the back patio of a certain bar and we had fucked in a taxi, but never once did we loose all our clothes.

We both stepped back and took each other in. My eyes moved over her soft curves and she giggled as the water splashed off my head and onto her chest. When we stepped forward again our hands reached out and we touched the parts we had ignored. I touched her hip and ran my fingers along her side to the small of her back.

She put both hands on my chest and then slid one to my shoulder and down my arm. Our eyes followed as we touched lightly, and after that, it was lips and kisses that found all the bends and curves that we never noticed in the dark. I kissed her neck and space between her breasts; I kissed her elbow and rubbed the back of her legs as I pulled her to me.

She ran her fingers over my hip bone and pressed hard against me to see what moved and what didn’t. It wasn’t until our mouths found one another again that our hands returned to the familiar. She was warm and wet as I slid fingers inside her and she guided me to her with all the ease that came with too many drunken nights.

I pushed her against the cold wall, and she screamed as I thrust into her. She tasted like soap and water and everything dripped down our bodies as we steadied ourselves.

“Can we keep the light on tonight?” she asked as I lifted her up and filled her again.

“We can leave it on all night if it means I get to kiss your stomach and scratch your thighs.”

Neither of us lasted long in the hot water, but it didn’t matter. It was the beginning of something we hadn’t done before and it felt wonderful. As I scrunched up my face and held her tightly I felt so content that I nearly laughed as I came. She kissed the water off my nose and clenched around me with a smile I could have seen in the dark.

A MMF Threesome from Disgusting Beautiful Immoral

Kelly leaned back and kissed me. She shoved her tongue into my mouth, pulled on my hair and kissed me so hard I almost fucked her right there. Brent was still on his back, but he stopped laughing and watched as she rolled onto her back between us. Without thinking his hand slid to his cock, and the moment hung in the air like time had stopped. I could smell her pussy, and the room was warmer than it had been just a few seconds before.

“Maybe we should try it again,” she said timidly. “But this time, without the laughing.”

“Are you serious?” he asked. I wasn’t sure if it was to her or me, but it didn’t matter.

“She’s always serious,” I answered.

When she turned back to me, I felt that familiar twitch of jealousy and excitement. We had talked about it so many times, and now there was only one thing that was important. She had whispered stories in my ear and promised me I could watch, but after all those nights of fantasizing, of hearing her beg me to let her do it, it was finally going to happen. I was going to watch her get fucked.

He turned on his side once more and pushed her against me as he moved in closer. She kissed me, this time slowly and sweetly as she adjusted her ass, and it was all I could do to keep looking into her eyes. One of her hands reached out and touched me, pulling me towards her even as she leaned in. She kissed me again, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw her raise her leg.

Brent was breathing quickly, but instead of looking at me, or the back of Kelly’s head, he was looking down. He was looking at her ass and her cunt. He was looking at his cock, positioned right against the lips to her pussy, and he knew that within seconds he would be inside her.

I bit my lip and closed my eyes as my whole body tensed. I felt dizzy and lightheaded, and I listened to every sound from her mouth, knowing that I would know. When something changed, I would hear it.

“Look at me,” she whispered, her hand on my chin. “Do you want this? Do you want him to fuck me?”

All I could do was give a nod in response.

Kelly reached one hand between her legs, but she never looked away from me. Her lips parted, and I could hear Brent grunting as he focused. The muscles in her arm tightened, her ass shifted, and suddenly her eyes opened wide. Her mouth gaped in a silent scream, and I knew it was done. I kissed her quickly because I couldn’t resist any longer. I leaned back, my hand on my cock as I watched, and then finally I looked down. After all this time, I had to see it.

Her thighs were open, wider this time, and her lips were bright red. I stared in awe as I saw her open around Brent’s thick cock, only half of him inside her. She closed her eyes and started to moan, her hips moving slowly as she pushed down onto him. Inch by inch he entered her, stretched her, and filled her as she bit her lip and began to whisper his name.

“Oh shit, Brent, it feels so good. It hurts, but I like it.”

I lifted her leg higher, Kelly gasped, and I leaned in closer. He was moaning too as he struggled not to move too fast; instead of shoving inside her all at once, he let her take as much as she could.

It felt like hours before he was fully inside her, and she moaned sounds I had never heard. Her body shook, the vein in his cock pulsed, but then they held still for an eternity, him buried within her as she grew accustomed to his girth.

His cock was inside my Babygirl, and I had let it happen. My best friend was fucking my girlfriend, and I couldn’t look away. It was difficult to watch, but the noises she made were almost worse. She grew louder and louder, even as they held still, and I was in awe. She was coming on his cock, and they had barely started.

“Fuck, it feels good. It’s so fucking big, but…”

“Is it okay?” he asked, speaking for the first time.

She nodded her head as she tried moving, and I couldn’t look away. There was another man inside my little girl, and she was coming just from being penetrated. She was clenching around him, moaning for him, and I knew everything was about to change.

“Say it, Babygirl.” My voice was a whisper, but she looked at me, her face clouded with lust. “Tell him what you want. It’s okay. You’ve already let him put it inside you, so say it. Beg for it.”

It took a moment for her to comprehend what I was demanding, but then it was done.

“Fuck me,” she moaned. She was quiet at first, but she grew louder in seconds, and her simple request was instantly the sweet sound of her begging. “Fuck me, Brent. Please, fuck my cunt hard. Do it, please, I need more…”

(From my full-length erotic novel Disgusting Beautiful Immoral)

Are you Fucking in There?

Photo by Guy New York

“Are you guys fucking in there?”

Shit.  The stall was locked, and the hotel bathroom was far from anything, but someone found us anyway.  How do you answer that question? Just an honest yes? Say nothing at all? Ask for a towel?

“Um, yeah,” my friend replied in a quiet voice. I held her there against the wall, my cock still inside her and her legs wrapped around my body.  The pause was too long to be comfortable.

“Can I come in?”

It was almost a whisper, and there was enough breath in it that I reached over and unlatched the door without thinking. We stared as she entered the stall, watching her lean against the black tile. She looked us up and down and her eyes were wide with excitement. When she lifted her skirt and slipped two fingers beneath the thin fabric covering her cunt I started to move again. My partner bit my neck, but I could tell what she was watching.

“Fuck her harder,” came the quiet moan from behind me.

My nails pressed into her ass when I pulled her to me, and she wrapped her arms around me. I lifted her up and dropped her back down onto my cock without pause, and I could hear soft moans from behind us. She whispered her direction over and over again, and I obeyed with more enthusiasm than skill.

Her moans grew louder as my thrusts grew quicker, and I could feel my body losing control. I wanted to turn and look, and I wanted to kneel at her perfect feet. I wanted to come and I wanted to watch. I wanted everything all at once.

“I’m coming,” slipped from two mouths at the same time, and the air in the room was sucked out in seconds. I struggled to stand as we fucked, but when I finally opened my eyes minutes later we were alone again. The door was closed but unlocked, and my date was limp in my arms.

“I couldn’t take my eyes off her cunt.”

“I couldn’t take my ears off her moans.”

“I wanted to keep her.”

I lifted her up and stood her in front of me as we adjusted our clothes and hair. I opened my mouth to say something smart but closed it before I let out a sound. We walked out into the dark bathroom and washed our hands in silence.

It took me minutes to see the lipstick writing on the mirror.  It was almost too delicate to be real, but there were ten numbers in a row followed by two words: thank you.

 

Pill X: Free Love In The Near Future

Pill X: Stories of hot unprotected sex

My PIll X series all take place on the same day in different parts of the USA when a drug company releases a pill that cures every known sexually transmitted disease. What they didn’t say is that the pill also heightens libido and lowers inhibitions. Which means that when the entire world took the pill on the same day, it went down in history people fucked in the streets, in their offices, in parks, and in schools all over the world. All without protection.

I’ve finally put all three collections into one giant PDF for half the price of all three. You can get the Complete Pill X for $5 directly through me! Which means you get a good deal and I make more money.

You can get the full PDF here!

Heading to Spring Break (From Pill X: Spring Break)

Underwater couple having fun in swimming pool.

“Guys, if I don’t get laid the second we get to the beach, I’m going home.”

“You are such a slut!” Maco said, turning to look at the blonde girl in the backseat of the convertible. “We’re not even there yet, keep your clam in the bag.”

“Oh come on, like you two aren’t going to be getting the D all over the fucking place.”

“Hey, we are a very nice couple who only do nice couple things,” Danny said, reaching a hand over to his boyfriend’s knee and giving it a bit of a squeeze. “Of course, now that we took the pill…”

The three friends were just a few hours away from Miami, and already they could feel the pill starting to take effect. At first, it was just a feeling of warmth along with the realization that they no longer had to worry about STI’s, but it didn’t take long for the side-effects to kick in. Marco and Danny were practically bursting from their shorts in the front seat, and Emily in the back was about to start stripping she was so turned on. Not that she wore much to begin with, but somehow even her bikini top and short pink skirt were starting to feel like too much. Maybe she was a big slut, but wasn’t that the point? Not only were they about to hit spring break in Miami Fucking Beach, but they had all taken the damn pill. Shit was going to get crazy.

“I can’t believe it’s actually happening,” Emily said, leaning forward between the two front seats. “You guys aren’t really going to stay faithful are you?”

“I don’t know,” Danny said, turning to face his boyfriend with one eye still on the road. “But I’m about ready to lose my shit. I don’t know what is in that pill, but I’m gonna come in my pants if the wind blows any harder.”

“Well, I can help with that,” Marco said, turning to wink at Emily before leaning over the driver’s seat. He undid Danny’s shorts with deft fingers, and a grabbed his nearly hard cock in one hand. Sliding his fist up and down, he leaned forward until it was almost in his mouth. Danny had to lift his arms up, and the car swerved to the left as he sped down the highway.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Emily said, still watching. “Assuming you don’t kill us all.”

“He’s so goddamn hard. He never gets this hard at home.”

“Well, maybe it’s because you talk too much!” Danny said, pushing the other boy’s head down. Marco didn’t need much more convincing before he started to suck that cock like a pro. With one hand on his shaft and his thick lips wrapped around it, he worked his boyfriend over with well-practiced skill. Danny moaned and pushed his head down, and Emily was surprised they didn’t crash instantly. But somehow Danny kept on driving as he received the most epic blowjob she had ever seen.

Emily leaned back as she watched, and slid her panties off under her skirt. This was way too much, and besides, if they were going to fuck around, why shouldn’t she? She pulled up the pink fabric and spread legs as she leaned back and started to touch herself slowly. With the roof down anyone who drove by could see, but none of them cared. It was fucking Pill Day, and it was perfect.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna come,” Danny said, as his boyfriend took him all the way into his throat. Marco tightened his hand around the base of his cock, came up for air once, and then swallowed him again as Danny started to fill his mouth over and over again. “Holy shit, I can hardly see the road!”

“If you kill us, I’m going to be so angry,” Marco said, finally sitting up and wiping his mouth. He looked back at Emily with a grin, and she kept on rubbing her bare pussy as trucks drove by and honked.

“It’s so not fair,” she whined, moving her fingers more frantically. “I need some dick too.”

“Marco will help, won’t you? He’s been dying to play for the other team.”

“Oh right, and you’ve been so supportive of my little desire to explore that side of my sexuality.”

“Hey, if you want to go straight, don’t let me stop you. Besides, look at poor Emily back there practically begging for it.”

“Practically?” She said, leaning forward. “I am begging for it.”

She took Marco’s chin in hand and kissed him, tasting the come on his lips and wanting so much more. To her surprise, Marco kissed her back before reaching down to feel her up over the top of her bikini. He didn’t know what he was doing, but he sure was enthusiastic about it.

“That’s actually kinda hot,” Danny said, reaching down and grabbing his dick which was already growing hard again. “Go back there with her. Come on; you know you want to.”

Marco didn’t need any more encouragement before he undid his seatbelt and climbed into the back. Emily moved to one side and put her left foot up on the seat as she leaned back and opened her legs again.

“You want some of this?” she asked, rubbing her swollen pussy.

Marco unzipped his shorts and pulled out a thick cock that was almost ready to burst. He slid his hand up and down it two or three times, before licking his palm and then coating himself with saliva.

“Oh my god, Marco, why haven’t you shown me that before? I would do such horrible things to you if you liked girls.”

“Who said I don’t?” he asked, leaning over her and kissing her again. In the front, Danny adjusted the rearview mirror so he could watch his boyfriend kiss their best friend while he jerked off.

“Have you ever… You know…. Tried it?” Emily asked, reaching down and wrapping her hand around his cock. He shook his head but moved closer until the tip pressed against her wet lips.

“You’re so pretty though, and I’ve thought about it…”

“Just fuck her!” Danny yelled from the front seat. “Come on; you two are driving me crazy! Do it already.”

Marco looked up at the mirror, gave his boyfriend the finger, and then before any of them could say a thing, plunged his cock into Emily’s tight body in one quick thrust. She grabbed him by the shoulders, arched her back, and took him in as far as she could, screaming out as he stretched her open. She was wet and ready, but his cock was still big, and the instant shock was overpowering.

“Oh fuck, that feels good,” she moaned, pulling him to her. He started to move slowly, fucking her in long strokes as she leaned against the door with her legs in the air. “Fuck, your dick is perfect.”

Cars honked, truckers yelled, and people cheered as they drove by, but not one person in the car heard a damn thing.

(From Pill X: Spring Break, Five Stories of Hardcore Unprotected Sex, available everywhere.)

Cuckold and Hotwife Collection

I put six of my books together into one giant 480 page PDF for $10. They’re mostly hotwife/cuck stuff along with my Susanna books which are more of a 1960’s swinging kind of thing. But they’re fun books with a ton of hot sex which varies from fun partner sharing to some serious humiliation.

If you’re interested you can find it here. 

Thanks again for all your support!

Peter’s Wife Takes it Further (from The Places They Come)

I looked at my phone again to find a new text that read ‘I’m sorry’. The apology, however, was not for our previous conversation. In fact, as far as I could tell, the apology was for the photo that had popped up moments before, and more specifically for what she was doing right then.

The photo was of my wife’s lips wrapped around an enormous cock. Another photo arrived a few minutes later, this time wide enough that I could see her kneeling on the floor of her office with her hands wrapped around him; her lips were parted by the head of his dick. I stared at it, not knowing what to do. She had told me she’d try to behave, but clearly, she didn’t put much effort into it. Part of me was surprised she had made it that long.

“Do you want to see more? She’s doing a great job,” came the next message. Fuck, this was not right. He had her phone and he was fucking texting me now? I was angry and upset, but still, I couldn’t put down the phone. The picture was insanely hot, and it was like seeing my wife in a movie. There was lust in her eyes, and she looked so happy with his cock in her mouth.

“Yes,” I wrote back, my fingers fumbling on the screen. How far had they gone? I waited for at least a minute, my heart pounding in my chest until the screen flashed and another image arrived. This time Jessica’s skirt was around her waist, and her panties were gone. She was bent over her desk, with her legs spread just enough that I could see her pussy lips.

Another photo followed almost instantly. This time his hard cock was nestled between the lips of her cunt, the head just pushing against her folds. I stared at it as I reached one hand down and grabbed my own cock; I was in shock. He was just about to fuck her, and there was nothing I could do about it. His bare cock was pushing against my wife’s pussy, and she was clearly soaking wet.

“You want me to fuck your wife bareback?” Paul wrote. I didn’t even think.

“Yes,” I wrote instantly. I closed my eyes, unsure of what I had just done, but it didn’t matter. He was going to do it anyway–I was sure of that–but me telling him to made it that much worse. I waited and waited for another picture, even as I imagined it all happening. I jerked off through my pants as I stared at the screen, and time moved so slowly it hurt.

Finally, a new picture showed up, this time Jessica was leaning back on the desk, her legs open, and his cock pushing inside her. The next followed instantly, and it was a close-up of her face, twisted in pleasure and pain. I knew it perfectly, and I knew just what it meant.

“God, I almost forgot how tight she is,” came the text message. “She feels so much better without a condom though.”

I was so close to coming I had to stop touching myself completely.

“Show me more,” I finally wrote back, needing to see if it was really true. When the phone pinged, there it was. Her legs were open, her shaved cunt was glistening, and his hard cock was buried inside her completely. She was stretched open around him, and I could see her head leaned back in complete and utter lust. I reached down and grabbed my cock again, feeling my whole body on the verge of release. With the phone in one hand and my dick in the other, I didn’t once look away as I exploded over and over again, mumbling under my breath about her getting fucked.

But the second I came, it was over. My mind woke right back up, and I was horrified by what had just happened. My wife was fucking another man on her desk, and I was jerking off in my office. He hadn’t even bothered with a condom this time, and I went from turned on to angry, scared, and confused. My marriage was over, my life was over, and it was all my fault. I had asked for it, hell, I had practically demanded it, and now it was done. What the hell was I thinking?

“I’m gonna come,” came the message, and I picked up the phone again without thinking. I had to resist throwing it across the room, but some small part of me held back. I wasn’t sure if it was him or her writing the message, but it didn’t matter. I didn’t want to think about it, I didn’t want to see it, and I didn’t want to know it was happening. Not anymore.

But when the phone rang a second later, I answered it, somehow expecting someone else. What I heard were her moans and her pleads as she started to come.

“Oh God, he feels so good,” she said. “He’s fucking me so hard, and he’s going to come. He’s going to come in my pussy, Peter. Oh god, I can’t believe how badly I want it. Oh fuck, he’s coming. He’s filling me and it feels so fucking good. Oh shit, I love you.”

You can find the full book on all the big retailers here.

Is Maria Really Going to become a Hotwife?

Hotwife lying by the pool

(From my novella The Summer I Watched, available at all the big online retailers here.)

Before I could say anything, the two college kids were walking naked into the house, their perfect asses vanishing indoors as both Maria and I followed them with our eyes.

“Well then,” I said, taking another drink. “Looks like Fiona is fitting in just fine. Are they an item?”

“Oh, I think they’re just friends. What’s the word they use? Friends with benefits. I kind of like that. She’s too young to be serious about anyone.”

“I guess that’s good,” I said, wrapping my arm around her. She was beautiful in the evening air, her hair tied back and her breasts sitting just below the water. When she kicked her long legs out in front of her, I fell in love all over again, and for a long while I sat there marveling at my beautiful wife, nearly forgetting the last few days.

“At least he’s treating her well,” Maria said, turning and climbing onto my lap. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me gently. “And from what I hear, he’s rather talented.”

“Ah to be young,” I mused.

“And hung,” she said, a giggle escaping her lips as she caught herself.

“He does seem rather gifted in that department,” I said, pulling her closer to me. She was straddling me now, and I kissed her again, my hands moving up from her ass to her breasts.

“It was hard not to look every time he got out of the hot tub,” she whispered, her lips against my ear. “And it didn’t help that Fiona kept teasing him under the water. He was practically hard the last time he got out to get more booze. And my god….”

“Did you like that?” I asked, feeling myself grow hard between her legs. “Did you like ogling that twenty-year-old boy and his big cock?”

“It’s been a long time since I had anything like that inside me,” she whispered, grinding against me as I moaned my appreciation. She was far more forward than normal, but I wasn’t going to stop her. The tremor in her voice was instantly different than the other night when she teased me, and I wondered if something had changed within her. Maybe after five years of me telling her how hot it was to think about, she was finally letting herself go.

“Have you ever had something like that?” I asked, wondering how far I could push it before she pulled back.

“I’ve had a few, but not as young and built as him. Oh to be Fiona right now,” she said, reaching between her legs and rubbing me against her. “I suspect she’s doing what we’re about to do.”

“Did you like watching him?” I asked, holding her right above me. “Did you like staring at his naked body?”

“Oh god, I did, Marc. Is that horrible? I was looking at our twenty-year-old neighbor, and I don’t think he minded at all.”

“Did you think about it?” I finally said, pushing inside her. She sighed as she sank her hips down around me letting me fill her cunt.

“About what?” she asked, moaning as we fell into the familiar sensation of my body within her.

“About what he would feel like,” I said, hoping it was the right question.

“Yes,” she confessed, starting to move faster. “Is that bad, or does it turn you on?”

“Keep going,” was all I said.

“I just remembered what it was like to fucked by someone that big, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I imagined Jason taking me upstairs instead, and wrapping my lips around that glorious thing until he was begging for me.”

“Do you want to taste that cock? Do you want to feel him grow hard in your mouth?”

“Oh god yes, I would make him feel so good. And then, when he was nice and hard for me….”

“Say it,” I told her, fucking her harder and faster as she closed her eyes. “Tell me what you’d do.”

“I’d lie down on my back,” she moaned, slowing down until we were both nearly frozen on the bench. “And I’d watch as he crawled between my legs, kissing his way from my thighs up to my mouth before I reached down and took that big cock in my hand and rubbed it against myself.”

“Keep going,” I begged, longing for the lust I heard in her voice. This wasn’t just my fantasy anymore, and I was in heaven.

“And then I’d feel him open me, pushing into my cunt as he fucked me so hard, Marc. God, I would do terrible things to that boy…”