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Speaker 3: I didn't mean to fuck every guy in our college
Speaker 3: singing group reunion, but they didn't give me much choice. Sorry,
Speaker 3: I'm getting ahead of myself. Back in college, we had
Speaker 3: a well respected a cappella singing group called the Oak
Speaker 3: Tree Singers. I took part my junior and senior year,
Speaker 3: and in both years I was the only woman in
Speaker 3: the group. I'm not sure why. Historically the group of
Speaker 3: six was split evenly between three women and three men,
Speaker 3: but for one reason or another, auditions for the other
Speaker 3: women just didn't pan out those two years. So we're
Speaker 3: all forny and young and pretty good looking, and we
Speaker 3: have a fall and spring tour where we're in hotel
Speaker 3: rooms for a few weekends. Despite that, none of us
Speaker 3: slept with each other, or should I say none of
Speaker 3: them slept with me. Now, I had a boyfriend at
Speaker 3: the time, so this wasn't a big source of tension,
Speaker 3: but I had to admit that the guys were cute,
Speaker 3: and I may have masturbated about each of them at
Speaker 3: one point or another, maybe more often than that, but hey,
Speaker 3: I was in college. Jerking off to your classmates is
Speaker 3: a tradition. After graduation, we all went our separate ways.
Speaker 3: I connected with Kevin on Facebook, but we did little
Speaker 3: more than comment on college alumni events or the occasional.
Speaker 3: Like the other four guys did their own thing. And
Speaker 3: then one day, six months ago, I get a friend
Speaker 3: request from Glenn. Glenn was the best singer and was
Speaker 3: our de facto leader. I accepted the friend request and
Speaker 3: he asked about getting together for a ten year reunion
Speaker 3: in Chicago. I had just broken up with my boyfriend
Speaker 3: of four years and I was kind of aimless, so
Speaker 3: I enthusiastically replied, Yes, it would be great to hang
Speaker 3: with the guys again. I told him I couldn't. I
Speaker 3: stopped thinking about the guys that night, especially Glenn, the
Speaker 3: group member I was closest to and the one I
Speaker 3: had almost cheated on my boyfriend with. He was so
Speaker 3: cute and we were drinking on the road on our
Speaker 3: Friday night end. Well, we kissed and had our hands
Speaker 3: on parts of our body before I realized two things.
Speaker 3: I loved him touching me and I didn't want to
Speaker 3: be a cheater. What would he be like? I remembered
Speaker 3: his hands. He had just slid his hand down my panties,
Speaker 3: finding me so wet that his fingers slid easily into me,
Speaker 3: and at the time that's what perhaps scared me the most.
Speaker 3: I had never been that wet for my boyfriend that fast.
Speaker 3: I thought over the moment as I crawled into bed.
Speaker 3: I replicated his touch with my own fingers as I
Speaker 3: closed my eyes and imagined his intense brown eyes. Yes,
Speaker 3: his fingers were so soft and like soft electric shocks
Speaker 3: of pleasure. Before I knew it was happening, I was
Speaker 3: furiously stroking my clip and imagining an older Glenn fingering
Speaker 3: me At our reunion. My orgasm was a slow and
Speaker 3: intense build that ended with me picturing Glenn's face as
Speaker 3: I stroked his dick and he stroked my clip. I
Speaker 3: could practically feel his cum flowing onto my fingers as
Speaker 3: I squirted into my palm. The Chicago weather was wonderful,
Speaker 3: and we all met for a cocktail party that the
Speaker 3: college graciously offered the host. That meant it was a
Speaker 3: mini reunion, and we celebrated and had fun with other
Speaker 3: classmates and our former professors. The party swirled around us
Speaker 3: in a blur of polite laughter and clinking glasses. I'd
Speaker 3: made the rounds, shared awkward hugs with former classmates whose
Speaker 3: names I barely remembered, and listened to professors drilled on
Speaker 3: about their latest publications. I focus kept returning to Colen.
Speaker 3: Ten years had sharpened him, carving away the last of
Speaker 3: his boyish softness. He wore a tailor charcoal suit that
Speaker 3: made his shoulders look impossibly broad, and the laugh lines
Speaker 3: around his eyes only made him hotter. We'd been circling
Speaker 3: each other all night, and now, as the crowd thinned
Speaker 3: and the rented bartenders began polishing glasses, we found ourselves
Speaker 3: alone near the Florida ceiling windows overlooking the Chicago skyline.
Speaker 3: We were both on our third glass of champagne, and
Speaker 3: the bubbles had gone straight to my head, loosening a
Speaker 3: screw somewhere in the part of my brain that handles
Speaker 3: self preservation. You know, The words felt reckless on my tongue.
Speaker 3: I was so fucking stupid in college. Then turned from
Speaker 3: the window, a slow, handsome smile spreading across his face.
Speaker 3: Oh yeah, how so that night on the spring tour
Speaker 3: in Columbus, I didn't have to say more. I saw
Speaker 3: the memory flash in his eyes. The cheap motel, the
Speaker 3: shared bottle of whiskey, the way his hands felt tangled
Speaker 3: in my hair. I wish I hadn't stopped you us.
Speaker 3: I've regretted that for ten years. I let out a short,
Speaker 3: sharp laugh, trying to cover the raw honesty of the
Speaker 3: admission so many regrets. He took a step close, the
Speaker 3: space between us suddenly electric. The professional charm he worn
Speaker 3: all night melted away, replaced by the intense focus I
Speaker 3: remembered from when he was leading us through a difficult harmony.
Speaker 4: It's not too late to fix a few regrets. Meg.
Speaker 3: His voice vibrated straight through me. He held out his hand.
Speaker 3: I took it without a second thought. He led me
Speaker 3: through a glass door I had noticed, out onto a
Speaker 3: small private balcony. The cool night air hit my skin,
Speaker 3: a welcome shock after the stuffy party below us. The
Speaker 3: city was a glittering tapestry of lights and motion. He
Speaker 3: didn't let go of my hand. He just stood behind me,
Speaker 3: his chest a warm, solid presence against my back as
Speaker 3: we looked out at the view. I broke the silence
Speaker 3: with a simple question, what did you like about back then?
Speaker 4: I like the way your eyes focused on some point
Speaker 4: in the distance where you hit some beautiful note, like
Speaker 4: you were canvassing the universe for the perfect phrasing and tone.
Speaker 3: His free hand came up to rest on my and.
Speaker 4: Then you would, and your voice would give me goosebumps.
Speaker 3: He had never said anything nice about my singing voice,
Speaker 3: and now this amazing singer was describing my voice in
Speaker 3: such a beautiful way. I leaned into his hand, pulling
Speaker 3: myself closer to him.
Speaker 4: And I loved watching you from across the stage, the
Speaker 4: way your whole body moved with the music. You were
Speaker 4: so alive, and I wanted to fuck you so badly
Speaker 4: it hurt.
Speaker 3: I loved the way you'd look at me when he
Speaker 3: thought I wasn't watching. I turned to face him, and
Speaker 3: I wanted to feel your hands all over me, as
Speaker 3: if on cue. I took his hand from my hip
Speaker 3: and slid it down over the silk of my cocktail
Speaker 3: dress and pressed his palm flat against my pussy. He
Speaker 3: sucked in his sharp breath like this, his fingers flexed
Speaker 3: against me, exactly like that. I reached for the front
Speaker 3: of his trousers, my own fingers, finding the heart our
Speaker 3: ridge of his cocks through the expensive wool. He was
Speaker 3: already stick and straining with trembling fingers. I undid his
Speaker 3: button and pulled down his zipper, my hand diving into
Speaker 3: the sudden heat and wrapping around the smooth, hot skin
Speaker 3: of his cock. He mirrored my action, his hands slipping
Speaker 3: up the inside of my thigh, his fingers pushing aside
Speaker 3: the thin lace of my panties. He found me slick
Speaker 3: and ready, his thumb immediately finding my clit. I gasped
Speaker 3: my hips, pushing instinctively into his touch, careful. A jolt
Speaker 3: of pleasure shot through me. I had to lift my dress,
Speaker 3: bunching the silk in my free hand to give him
Speaker 3: better access. I couldn't help but laugh. It was so ridiculous.
Speaker 3: A thing that so many guys felt was hot, was
Speaker 3: a real pain in the ass in public. Because I'm
Speaker 3: a squirt, I make a real mess. His response confused me.
Speaker 3: He laughed, a deep, hearty laugh that was full of
Speaker 3: a kind jewel. But still it made me wonder. But
Speaker 3: then he made me shiver by pushing two fingers deep
Speaker 3: inside me, his thumb rubbing hard, insistent circles on my clit.
Speaker 3: What's so funny, I gasped, as his fingers did magic
Speaker 3: on my clit and in my pussy.
Speaker 4: I make a mess too.
Speaker 3: He suddenly groaned as my hand worked his cock, slotting
Speaker 3: up and down his hard length.
Speaker 4: Because I come like a geyser.
Speaker 3: A thought of it, of both of us just losing
Speaker 3: control right there on the balcony, His cum boring over
Speaker 3: my hand while I squirted into his palm was all
Speaker 3: it took. I felt the telltale clench deep inside me.
Speaker 3: Oh fuck, Glenn, I'm going to My orgasm hit me
Speaker 3: like a lightning strike, and a hot, sudden gush of
Speaker 3: my fluid soaked his hand and wrist, splashing onto the
Speaker 3: cool stone of the balcony floor. The sight of it,
Speaker 3: the sheer abandoned, sent him over the edge with a groan.
Speaker 3: His own hot, thick cum shot out jet after jet,
Speaker 3: covering my hand, my wrist, and because I was too
Speaker 3: dumb to take his warning, the front of my now
Speaker 3: ruined dress. The next day, the six of us met
Speaker 3: for a private brunch at the Sheik Little Spot downtown.
Speaker 3: The laughter from the night before still seemed to be
Speaker 3: buzzing under my skin, a warm, secret hum. I felt
Speaker 3: a proprietary thrill watching Glen across the table. He was mine,
Speaker 3: at least for a moment, But as the mimosas flowed.
Speaker 3: I saw him lean in, whispering to Kevin and Will,
Speaker 3: and then they all burst out laughing, glancing over at me.
Speaker 3: My stomach dropped. It was a classic boys club huddle,
Speaker 3: and the look on their faces was unmistakable. He told
Speaker 3: them the warm buzz I'd been feeling turned into a cold,
Speaker 3: sharp spike of humiliation. That moment on the balcony had
Speaker 3: been hours, a spontaneous, joyful, messy explosion of a decade's
Speaker 3: worth of tension, and he had turned it into locker
Speaker 3: room gossip. I waited for a lull in the conversation
Speaker 3: and then fixed my gaze on him. Did you have
Speaker 3: a good morning, Glenn? Catching everyone up on your exciting evening?
Speaker 3: Are we The table went quiet. Glenn had the decency
Speaker 3: to look abashed, a flush creeping up his neck.
Speaker 4: Meg, Come on, it wasn't like that.
Speaker 3: Wasn't it. My voice was colder and angrier than I intended. Look,
Speaker 3: he was just telling us how amazing you were. Tavin
Speaker 3: chimed in, clumsily, trying to smooth things over. Honestly, girls
Speaker 3: who squired are fucking hot. The words hung in the air,
Speaker 3: a confirmation of my worst fear my private pleasure was
Speaker 3: now a topic for public consumption. The teasing may have
Speaker 3: been good natured, but it felt like a violation. My
Speaker 3: eyes welled up with hot, angry tears. I pushed my
Speaker 3: chair back abruptly, the licks scraping against the floor. I
Speaker 3: have to go. I turned and rushed out of the
Speaker 3: restaurant before any of them could see me cry. I'd
Speaker 3: made it about a block. My angry strides eating up
Speaker 3: the pavement on a hand gently touched my arm. I
Speaker 3: turned to yell at Glen, but it was will of
Speaker 3: the group. He was the only one who hadn't been laughing.
Speaker 5: Hey, that was a shitty thing for him to do
Speaker 5: for all of us. I'm sorry.
Speaker 3: I wiped up my eyes, feeling a fresh wave of embarrassment.
Speaker 3: It's fine, No, it's not. His expression was so kind.
Speaker 5: Wasn't fair of Glenn to share that you two hooked up,
Speaker 5: But then he had to lie with the story about
Speaker 5: you being a geyser.
Speaker 3: I stopped and looked at him, really looked at him.
Speaker 3: The hurt in my chest began to morph into something
Speaker 3: else and defiant, reckless heat.
Speaker 2: A lie.
Speaker 3: They thought he was lying to brag an idea wild
Speaker 3: and powerful to greed. In my mind, this was how
Speaker 3: I would take my power back. Will. I have to
Speaker 3: tell you, Oh, I'm a geyser, all right. A wicked
Speaker 3: smile spread across my face. I saw the surprise and
Speaker 3: flicker of lust in Will's eyes. I took a step
Speaker 3: closer to him, my voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.
Speaker 3: Do you want to experience it? He swallowed hard, his
Speaker 3: eyes wide with a mixture of shock and thrilled anticipation.
Speaker 3: Are you serious? Deadly serious? Glenn got in on his hand.
Speaker 3: Why don't you fuck me and then you can feel
Speaker 3: me squirt all over your cock? But walked to his
Speaker 3: hotel room. Was a blur of electric tension. The moment
Speaker 3: the door clicked shut behind us, he pressed me against it,
Speaker 3: his mouth coming hard down on mine. It was a desperate,
Speaker 3: hungry kiss, and I met him with equal force, my
Speaker 3: hands tearing at his shirt. There was no sttle build up,
Speaker 3: no gentle seduction, no ten years of suppressed desire. This
Speaker 3: was raw, impulsive, and exactly what I needed. He broke
Speaker 3: the kiss to grip his pants down, his cock springing
Speaker 3: free already hard and thick. He pushed me back against
Speaker 3: the door, lifting my dress with one hand and hiking
Speaker 3: my leg up onto his hip. This was angry sex,
Speaker 3: and it made me stopping wet. He slid inside me
Speaker 3: in a deep thrust, and I tore a gasp from
Speaker 3: my throat. He fucked me right there against the door,
Speaker 3: his rhythm hard and fast and unrelenting. I had never
Speaker 3: had a man last as long as he did. My
Speaker 3: orgasm built, slowly, inching me closer as the friction and
Speaker 3: heat just grew and grew as he pounded me. He
Speaker 3: was claiming me, and I was letting him, using his
Speaker 3: body to erase the morning's humiliation. I wrapped my legs
Speaker 3: around his waist, taking every deep, driving thrust, the feeling
Speaker 3: of his cock filling me, pushing me closer and closer,
Speaker 3: and still he fucked me. I was going to be
Speaker 3: sore as fuck the next day, but I was going
Speaker 3: to have the most amazing orgasm. I felt it building,
Speaker 3: that familiar, unstoppable pressure. Will God, you're a good fuck,
Speaker 3: he groaned, his pace quickening, his cock slamming into me.
Speaker 3: How could he last so long? And then my climax hit,
Speaker 3: my inner muscles clenching as a hot, powerful gush of
Speaker 3: fluid erupted from me, soaking his cock, his stomach, and
Speaker 3: running in hot rivers down his thighs. He let out
Speaker 3: a moan that was almost a scream, his own orgasm
Speaker 3: triggered by my release, his come, adding to the glorious,
Speaker 3: sticky mess. Eight hours later, we were all standing on
Speaker 3: stage singing. I was flanked by Glen on my left
Speaker 3: and Will on my right. I felt a strange and
Speaker 3: thrilling sense of power. The harmony we created was perfect,
Speaker 3: our voices blending in the warm theater lights, but underneath
Speaker 3: it was a secret dissonance only I could feel. I
Speaker 3: had fucked to of the men singing next to me
Speaker 3: within the last twenty four hours. That secret knowledge was
Speaker 3: a drug, a hot, liquid thrill that made my performance
Speaker 3: more alive, more sensual than it had ever been. Later,
Speaker 3: at the aftter 're to Show cocktail party hosted by
Speaker 3: a wealthy classmate, I watched them from across the room.
Speaker 3: Glenn was trying to catch my eye, a look of
Speaker 3: apology and renewed desire on his face. Will was standing
Speaker 3: with a quiet confidence, his gaze possessive and knowing. Instead
Speaker 3: of feeling anxious or concerned, I was exquisitely turned on.
Speaker 3: They weren't just my former singing partners anymore. They were
Speaker 3: my lovers, and the thought of them both wanting me,
Speaker 3: perhaps even fighting for my attention for the rest of
Speaker 3: the night, was the most delicious kind of foreplay. And
Speaker 3: the night was just getting started. A concert high was electric,
Speaker 3: a current that ran through all six of us, refusing
Speaker 3: to die down. After the official party ended, we found
Speaker 3: a dive bar that stayed open late and drank the
Speaker 3: night away, laughing and telling stories from our college days.
Speaker 3: It felt easy, comfortable, like no time had passed at all.
Speaker 3: When the bar finally kicked us out, no one was
Speaker 3: ready for the night to end. Glenn, ever, the leader,
Speaker 3: made the call party in my room. We hauled a
Speaker 3: small liquor store worth of wine and whiskey up to
Speaker 3: his suite, and that's when the last of our inhibitions evaporated.
Speaker 3: The air was thick with laughter and nostalgia and a palpable,
Speaker 3: unspoken current of lust. We were all sprawled across the furniture,
Speaker 3: drunk and happy when Kevin, who had been mostly quiet
Speaker 3: all night, piped up, Hey, Meg, I gotta ask, is
Speaker 3: it true what Glenn said about the squirting. Glenn stared
Speaker 3: daggers at him. But before I could answer, and to
Speaker 3: everyone's shock, Will spoke.
Speaker 5: Holy shit, Kevin, it's the hottest fucking thing she's moaning,
Speaker 5: and it's like a river.
Speaker 3: The room fell silent. Everyone looked at Will, shocked. I
Speaker 3: looked at Will and couldn't help but smile. He at
Speaker 3: least could keep a secret until he was drunk. Then
Speaker 3: five pairs of eyes, Glenn's, Will's, Kevin's, and the other two,
Speaker 3: Mark and Sam turned to me. But it wasn't a
Speaker 3: look of judgment. It was raw, unadulterated desire in their eyes.
Speaker 3: I saw my own fantasies reflected back at me. They
Speaker 3: all wanted me, they all wanted a taste. I thought
Speaker 3: it over for a fraction of a second, Drunk and
Speaker 3: horny and filled with a deep, uncomplicated love for these
Speaker 3: men who had been my friends for so many years. Well,
Speaker 3: a wicked smile spread across my face. I guess I
Speaker 3: shouldn't leave anyone out now. I let my gaze travel
Speaker 3: from one handsome, hopeful face to the next. I'd say,
Speaker 3: who's next, but I'm not sure I have the patience
Speaker 3: to fuck five guys one after the other. I stood up,
Speaker 3: peeling off my dress in one smooth motion, letting it
Speaker 3: pool at my feet. I was naked except for my panties. Gentlemen,
Speaker 3: I have three holes. Some of you are going to
Speaker 3: have to take turns. The effect was instantaneous. It was
Speaker 3: a beautiful, chaotic scramble of discarded shirts and unzipped trousers.
Speaker 3: They surrounded me, their hands all over my body, a
Speaker 3: glorious sensory overload. Mark was the first to claim a hole,
Speaker 3: dropping to his knees and burying his face in my pussy,
Speaker 3: his tongue immediately finding my clit. Glenn stood behind me,
Speaker 3: his hard cock pressed against my ass as he kissed
Speaker 3: my neck. Kevin and Will were on either side, each
Speaker 3: cressing one of my breasts. I had Sam's cock in
Speaker 3: my hand, stroking him as he moaned in my ear.
Speaker 3: We need to be on the bed. They guided me there,
Speaker 3: laying me on my back like an offering. It was
Speaker 3: a blur of pleasure, a mouth on my pussy, a
Speaker 3: cock in my mouth, another one slidding deep into me.
Speaker 3: They swapped and shared their movements, surprisingly cooperative, a silent
Speaker 3: agreement that gave me everything I could possibly want. Will
Speaker 3: fucked my pussy while Glenn fucked my mouth. Then Kevin
Speaker 3: took my pussy while Sam took my ass. For the
Speaker 3: first time, the feeling of being filled so completely sending
Speaker 3: a fresh wave of ecstasy through me. They used my
Speaker 3: body like a playground, and I reveled in it. I
Speaker 3: crusted as I found myself on my hands and knees
Speaker 3: straddling a prone Will, his cockberry deep inside my pussy.
Speaker 3: Behind me, Glen slid into my ass, his rhythm matching
Speaker 3: Wills in front of me, note Kevin, and I took
Speaker 3: his cock into my mouth, my head bobbing in time
Speaker 3: with the two men fucking me. In each of my
Speaker 3: free hands, I held another cock, Marks and Sam's, stroking them,
Speaker 3: feeling them pulse with anticipation. I was completely full, completely used,
Speaker 3: and on the verge of the most monumental orgasm of
Speaker 3: my life. Just as the wave was about to crash,
Speaker 3: I pulled away with a strength I didn't know I possessed.
Speaker 3: I pushed myself free, dislodging the three cocks from my body.
Speaker 3: I crawled to the edge of the bed, the five
Speaker 3: of them watching me, their faces a mixture of confusion
Speaker 3: and raw desperate need, sat on the edge, spread my
Speaker 3: legs wide and put my own fingers between my legs,
Speaker 3: finding my clip. I'm going to come now. My voice
Speaker 3: was trembling with power. I began to stroke myself, my
Speaker 3: eyes locked with theirs. Whoever wants a shower kneel in
Speaker 3: front of me. There was no hesitation. One by one,
Speaker 3: then all at once, they stumbled off the bed and
Speaker 3: knelt before me in alide, five handsome men, their hard
Speaker 3: cocks jutting out, their faces tilted up in worship. I
Speaker 3: looked at my audience, my friends, my lovers, and I
Speaker 3: let go. My orgasm was a cataclysm, A powerful, unending
Speaker 3: torrent of my own fluid erupted from me, drenching them.
Speaker 3: It sprayed across their faces, their chests, their outstretched hands.
Speaker 3: I screamed, my whole body convulsing with a pleasure so
Speaker 3: intense it was almost painful, my own private river washing
Speaker 3: away over my five devoted followers. I will the next
Speaker 3: morning to the sun streaming through the hotel window. I
Speaker 3: was alone, my body ached in the most delicious way,
Speaker 3: and my head was pounding from the booze. But as
Speaker 3: I lay there, sticky and sore and smelling of sex.
Speaker 3: I felt a profound sense of peace. I was hungover, yes,
Speaker 3: but completely utterly fulfilled. I wondered if a boyce would
Speaker 3: be up for a yearly reunion. I know I was.
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