There was still time for a nice break before the next batch and thank god for that, because I was starving! J. fixed me a plate of pulled pork (heh, heh, "pulled pork") and cole slaw, which I devoured feverishly while he caught up with some e-mail. We chatted and I lounged on the couch taking advantage of the break, but looking forward to the next act. There was one guest who would be coming at 5:30, but the rest were due at 5:00.
5:00 came, then 5:15, 5:20... hmm
"Where are my people?" J. wondered.
"Yeah?" I looked out of the window to the street below. "Where are all the cock?!" As someone who hates tardiness, this was just unacceptable.
5:30 came and went with no calls or e-mails. I was staring to come down a little, getting a little too relaxed. Then at 5:45 or so the buzzer rang. Startled, I leaped to my feet. J. got up to head for the door as I pulled myself together. "Places!" I said and ran into the bedroom. I replaced the blindfold and settled into my established come hither pose.
Second shift
Once more I sank into the bed and listened to the heavy breathing, felt the hands over my body, tasted a strange tongue. With only two there, it was less feverish than the first round, but just as good. His body was tight and rock hard, and he fucked like a stallion. When it was J.s turn again, he was not to be left out and I felt a finger slip into my very, well used cunt along side J.s dick. I came thinking of two cocks in me at the same time. I dare to dream.
Once again, after our guest had tired, I lifted up the blindfold to see the identity of bachelor number 7 (?). "He's really cute." I stage whispered to J. "I know," he said. "I'm not the one who's been blindfolded."
Since, revealed identity seems to incite conversation, we got to talking about this and that. It looked like the other group wasn't going to make it, but that was fine. I was beyond satisfied and honestly, starting to get a tad sore. The subject of double penetration came up. "Want to give it a shot" our guest asked.
"Yeah! Sure!" I said. If he had it in him to keep going, I wanted it in me. I straddled J. and sank down on to his dick while our guest took his place at my ass. He may be only one man but he was full of good ideas! It more than made up for the non-arrivals. I buried my head in J.s neck, he lay still while our new friend rode my ass. He came, collapsing on my back, I came collapsing on J.'s stomach.
Orgasm, orgasm, orgasm and...
Scene!
After a well deserved drink, we made our way out to dinner. Fucking sure does work up an appetite: a few more drinks, a big burger with bacon and a cute waiter with a tight ass. Perfection. We talked about the parameters of the next groups and how does one define "sex"? Do people just watching and jerking off count? Does there have to be a penis? We both thought we should include women as well, strap-ons would be fun. Hands count. Oral count. I concluded, for these purposes, there would have to be penetration of one of my orifices with something (inanimate or not) to count.
Back at his place, we both thought snuggling to a good movie would be the best ending for the day. A little Catherine Deneuve perhaps? How about Repulsion? It seemed fitting: the story of a a sexually repressed girl with a fear of men slowly going insane.
Probably not the best choice at 1:00am. After 20 minutes we we both out.
The next day we hit The Armory Show. A marathon of art after a marathon of sex.
The last time someone went to this much trouble for by birthday, I was in the 3rd grade. We had tacos and a piñata. Thanks J. for making me feel so special on what I used to think was not that special a day.
7 down. 29 more to go.
