Side by side as we laid in our semi-drunken girly stupor, we discussed how we could make the boys kiss us. Just one little kiss was all we believed we needed to show them that we were the only girls for them. We needed a plan.

  My plan was to corner Jake in the library during lunch time on a Friday when Mrs. Adams, our librarian, had playground duty and only allowed a few select students to remain inside. Jake was one of those students. He usually worked in the back corner of the library where few kids bothered to go, hidden behind tall shelves filled with reference books.

  Sara, who was far more creative and daring than I was, decided she would lure Billy in to the bush and pretend to get lost, she would then shed a few tears and have Billy comfort her.

  We had planned to kiss them both on the following Friday, and then have a sleep over at my place, where we could compare kisses.

  With our plans all set, we started to talk about how we would kiss Jake and Billy. This was the trickiest part, as neither of us had kissed a boy before, and we didn’t really know what to do. Sure, we had practiced on the backs of our hand, and in my case, a pillow, but that certainly didn’t count. We did find a porn movie that had been left in the lounge room dvd player the week before, and thought that it would show us how to kiss. But after watching 10 minutes decided that it was too gross…and left us thinking that surely no one kisses, or has sex, like that!

  All was not lost though. Spurred on by the endless hours already spent watching our favourite movie - The Notebook, together with a dog-eared copy of The Joy of Sex, discreetly borrowed from Sara’s parents, and a tattered old Mills & Boon we picked up at the Op shop, we had enough information to teach us how to kiss.

  Questions involving tongues, hands and eyes, created the biggest debate. What if we opened our mouths and stuck our tongues out, but they didn’t? What if they tried to move away, should we grab onto their shoulders? Should we close our eyes like they do in the movies? So, with our new found knowledge, discussed endlessly and our agreed upon answers embedded in our brains, there was only one thing left to do…practice.

  After a few chaste closed mouth kisses, and then one with our mouths open and tongues sticking out, which felt wet and slimy, Sara and I decided it would be best to keep our mouths closed, as well as our eyes, and to hold lightly on to Jake and Billy’s shoulders.

  Well, as they say…the best laid plans of mice and men…or in our case… girls and annoying boys…our kisses didn’t quite go to plan.

  When I cornered Jake in the library, having spent extra time that morning brushing my hair and putting a ribbon in it, he looked at me like a rabbit caught in a shooter’s spotlight. As I was foolishly explaining to him that I wanted him to kiss me, he got so nervous that he had an asthma attack. I was left to get help from a teacher and explain what happened, although I did leave out the part of wanting him to kiss me.

  Sara’s first kiss went a little better. As she had planned, she took Billy into the bush and pretended to get lost. Fortunately, or maybe unfortunately, he called her out on her lie. Sara had never been lost a day in her life. When Billy asked her what they were really doing out there, she confessed, much to his delight. So they kissed. That night Sara described it as feeling like her face was being swallowed by a groper with bad breath. Needless to say she never kissed him again.

  I remember back when Sara and I were fifteen and we would discuss what we found arousing, and how we thought sex would be. Although we were both only interested in boys at that age, life soon taught us that physical attraction and sex, was not only to be had with males. And wow, were they enjoyable life lessons to discover.

  Having both already been masturbating for a couple of years at that stage, we discovered that when we finally lost our virginity, both at the tender age 16, it was disappointing. Talk about an anticlimax. Even as virgins, we were much more sexually aware of our wants and needs than our male friends were. So we began to learn all that we could about sex, through books, movies, music and, as we watched the males around us more closely, we quickly learned how to tell if a guy was sexually adept or not. The ones that were, had a certain confidence about them, and we liked that!

  For Sara and I, what had started innocently enough with a kiss at the age of thirteen, developed into a friendship that allowed us to occasionally explore our sexual wants and needs together, up until we both moved away to attend separate universities.

  Kissing Sara had been delightful. The softness of her mouth was almost indescribable. Like being touched by the fluffiest white cloud, surrounded by sunlight. So soft and gentle. No rushing, no unwanted pressure, and no aggression. Just a slow inviting caress of each other’s lips…a tango of the mouth.

  Those moments spent with Sara are some of my most favourite memories, and are a corner stone of the person I am today.

  So here I am some ten years later, ready to take my first step towards achieving a sexual fantasy of the most delightfully wicked nature – an orgy. Now, it won’t be just your average orgy. It will however, be me and several male lovers all at once…and while the details are still in the planning stage, the more I discover about sex, and how different it is around the world, the more I want to explore those differences.

  Maybe my orgy will last a weekend, or a week. Maybe I’ll need more than one. Who knows? But what I do know is that the possibilities are limitless. Perhaps I’ll have a masquerade ball, selecting my lovers with a discreet tap on the shoulder. Or maybe visit the club in England rumoured to offer up an authentic Hellfire experience. Now wouldn’t that be something.

  Just the thought of it ignites a warm tingle that spreads its way through my body, dancing along my skin. It makes my blood pool between my inner thighs, throbbing its way through my pussy, and I love it. I crave it. I need it.

  Ignoring the temptation to knock the edge off of my arousal, I take a refreshing sip of water, swish it around, cooling my mouth, cooling my arousal, apply my berry and lemonade flavoured lip balm and leave my car.

  I enter the lift and select the ground button, holding in the D on the panel, ensuring an express ride all the way down to the lower level. As I step out onto the busy street a cool breeze surrounds me, and in its embrace my nipples become aroused beneath my summer dress. Oh yes, my nipples…those traitors! Always surrendering to the slightest stimulation, hard and erect they become in a nanosecond.

  As I walk through Circular Quay, I notice most of the people are dressed in coats, dressed much warmer than I am. So much for the weather report promising high twenties all week. But that's ok, for very shortly I will be warm in the embrace of five lovers. The erotically charged tingle that runs through my body at the thought of ten hands touching me all at once, is delightfully wicked!

  Recalling the directions I have previously been given…‘from the Circular Quay end of Argyle Street, walk until you come to a red door. If you reach the Argyle Stairs you’ve gone too far,’ I continue my walk past the busy wharfs, walking through the leafy stretches of the First Fleet Park, where the breeze eagerly charms the brownish green leaves into a morning dance, waltzing the early autumn offerings to the ground. Oh how I love this place. Sydney – the city of possibilities. My city.

  Soon after I reach Argyle Street and commence my search for the red door of bliss. Or that’s what I’m calling it at least. I walk pass it at first, lost in the old world charm of the streetscape. After finding myself at the archway to the stairs, with the Argyle Cut bearing down upon me, I turn and cross to the other side of the street, and begin walking back towards the quay.

  It is such a pretty area, with most of the sandstone buildings constructed around the time of the First Fleet settlers. And then there it is. From this side, and walking in this direction, it is easier to see.

  I dial the code I had been given into the security keypad and announce my arrival to the person on the end of the line. The husky voice is the same lyrical warmth I spoke to when making my booking, and try as I might, I cannot tell if it belongs to a man or woman. The soft vocal cadence lingers in my mind as I traverse all the way up the long staircase, towards the rear of the building, and through another red door. Finally, I have arrived for my day of delights.

  I walk into a small, brightly lit, reception room. Sunlight shines through the double arched windows lining the walls that are framed by long lengths of sapphire coloured velvet. A gas log fire burns at the far end of the room, heating the area around the two elegant black winged chairs at its side. It’s a welcoming nook of cosy warmth.

  “Hi, I am Rhiannon.” I am greeted warmly by the owner of the husky voice. She is standing by the fireplace wearing a black mini dress, long sheer pantyhose cover her legs that are heightened exquisitely by black glossy heels. Her hair is cascading down over her shoulders, framing her pixie like face to perfection. Her breasts are lush and full and straining to be free of her tight bodice. Her lips are plump and pouty and covered in red gloss. Her hips sway seductively as she moves towards me. I return her smile and wonder if she is aware how she epitomizes the definition of her name…nymph, Goddess, witch.

  I follow Rhiannon as we walk in to the main reception room, where I reconfirm what I require of today, read the house rules, and pay for the day of sex I am about to enjoy. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t a little nervous - especially if the queasiness in my belly is anything to go by.

  I guess every person who finally has a dream realised must feel this way. It is as exciting, as it is scary, my heart is pounding, and my palms are sweaty. My lips are dry, and no matter how many times I lick them, they remain the same. I shiver, feeling the dampness between my legs heat, as the throbbing in my pussy is awaken from its lull, enlivened by the promise of what’s to come.

  Following Rhiannon, we walk into an area which she calls The Showroom. Once again, the room is an epitome of lavish sensuality, with its beautiful mix of masculine and feminine styles. Fabrics, both bold and subtle, adorn the room. From the softness of the burgundy leather lounges, to the stark whiteness of the billowing lengths of voile, which enclose the seating areas. Creating several rooms with in the room.

  My gaze is drawn to the 10, bare chested, low-slung denim jean wearing, men before me, waiting for me to choose five of them. I must admit, I feel like a kid let loose in a candy store! Excitement is bubbling away inside of me, threatening to release itself in the form of a girly giggle that is tightly lodged in my throat. So many sweet, sweet, men standing before me, waiting to oblige my every need. The bubble bursts into a smile.

  For all the times I have fantasised about this moment, I have never thought through the selection process of my lovers. In my fantasy, they were there ready to go. I take a deep breath, and gather my scattered thoughts, remembering what it is I want, and how I want it.

  Think, Skye! Breathe!

  When I made my initial enquiries, I was assured that all of my needs would be met, and that all the men are very skilled in the art of fucking. I was so relieved when Rhiannon said fucking, and not making love. After all, I’m here to fuck - making love, is something I’ll reserve for that future husband of mine.

  In the end, I choose the five men who lit the spark of desire in me. For two of them, my attraction is instant, and I feel it deep inside my belly, replacing my nervousness with arousal.

  First Delight

  My first choice is Jack, who is all meat and muscle. Over six feet tall, and as wide as a truck. Beautiful dark, shiny skin, with a glint in his eye and a smile that promises a sinful time.

  My second choice is Darcy, who holds my gaze with an air of nonchalance, each time I looked at him. Mmm, certainly, something to discover there.

  The other three were for more practical reasons;

  Choice number three is Logan. With his dark chestnut hair and grass green eyes, he is the tallest by far, and not an ounce of fat on his muscled sinewy body. With strength like that, I’m sure he could lift me into any position to be fucked.

  Choice number four is Rory. He is the cute as a button, surfy type, and he reminds me of an Aussie rules footballer, who I’ve been crushing on for years. Time to live the dream.

  Choice number five is Sam, who has angry bad boy written all over his sexy ass. Normally I would stay clear of his type – too unpredictable. But here, in the safety of this room, I’m game!

  Soon after, the six of us are alone in a different room together and the air is crackling with sexual energy. Its heady stuff and I love it! I remind them of my rules for what I don’t like - no pseudo violence, slapping, hard grabbing, or anything that will cause lasting pain, or bruises. After all, I don’t want any evidence that may raise an eyebrow or two at work, no matter how good it may feel. It doesn’t pay to become fodder for the staffroom gossips at school.

  With my rules, and their rules agreed upon, I leave to shower in the adjoining bathroom. As part of my planning for this day, I decided I would have a different outfit and fragrance for each of my lovers. I know that in the days, and years to come, every time I smell one of today’s scents, I will be cast back to the memories of this day, and how each of my lovers felt and tasted.

  Standing before the bathroom mirror, I close my eyes and take in a deep breath, trying to stay the excitement bubbling away inside of me. Oh yeah, sex with five strange men is doing my head in, no matter how much my body and soul may want it, my brain is not convinced so easily. Breathe in 1 2 3, and out 1 2 3, and again. Damn! That is not helping at all. I cover my hands across my mouth and let the nervous energy, or rather…giggles, flow from me.

  When I finally gather my wits about me, I need to wipe tears of laughter from my eyes, thankful for waterproof mascara. Fixing my hair into a bun, I step into the shower and release a surge of warm water onto my skin.

  For my first lover I decide that I would wear a vanilla scent…sweet and alluringly innocent, just perfect. I load up my loafer with the fragrance, and wash my skin until it tingles. A process, I shall be repeating several times throughout today.

  After drying off, I stand and look at myself in the mirror, admiring the light caramel tint of fake tan on my skin. When asked what shade I wanted, I had requested a natural, warm, and healthy colour, just enough to even out the light tan I had gotten during summer, and that's exactly what I had received.

  I glide vanilla oil along my neck and wrists, between my breasts, down over my torso, between my thighs, and behind my knees…just about everywhere I want to be kissed and touched today. Fragrant oil is also the perfect way to leave my scent on my lovers.

  I wrap my white silk robe around my body, tying it loosely at my waist, and release my long dark hair, so it flows down my back. Perfect. I look towards the mirror and balm my lips, noting the smouldering want and need clouding my eyes. Anticipation fizzes through my veins.

  I arrive back into the room to find all the men completely naked, standing in a semi-circle, an erotic motley crew, and all mine. I have no idea who to choose to fuck first. I’m sure I start to pant, or at least that’s what my sudden onset of light headiness would have me believe. Arousal starts to liven my body, and I can feel my nipples surrender and grow hard, jutting against the flimsy constraints of my robe.

  I take delight in openly admiring their nakedness. One, by one, I devour them slowly, from head to toes with my eyes. It is only then, as I was looking upon two of the men standing side by side, that I feel a slight panic catch my breath. These two men had large cocks. In fact, very large cocks. I quietly wonder if they would get any bigger with erection, or would they just get hard? The collective laugh amongst them, tells me that they must have read my mind, and for the first time today, I blush. Red heat stains my cheeks.

  Together, they walk towards me, and one by one they start to touch, kiss and caress me. When I feel all of their mouths and fingers upon me, a shiver ripples across my body. I close my eyes and listen to the sigh of surrender that escapes from my lips. I greedily embrace my increasing arousal, inflamed by the heat radiating from their bodies. Multiple lips and fingers lay claim to my eager body, suckling and grabbing me. So many fingers and so many pairs of lips. Oh, I feel like I have died and gone to heaven… kink heaven. As my body sways into my lovers’ sensual embrace, my mind is held captive by the gentle peak of a climax, to which I willingly surrender.

  When I float back down to earth, I can feel only a single palm pressing against my mound, and then a long strong finger enters me, stroking my slickness, capturing my wetness. As the multiple lips and hands slowly start to release their hold on my body, I feel the warm hardness of a single cock press into the small of my back. Strong hands claim my shoulders, turning me around, sliding my gown down to the floor, leaving me naked. Fingers lift my chin, his mouth claims mine, and I welcome my first lover’s kiss.

  As our kiss finishes, I open my eyes and glance up to stare into my lover’s. They are the most crystalline blue eyes that I have ever seen, and they belong to Rory. With a crooked easy smile, shaggy blonde hair falling haphazardly around his face, and beautiful golden brown skin, he is every bit the quintessential surfer. I can just imagine him riding the waves off Bondi. He kisses me again and I close my eyes, losing myself in his mouth. His large warm hands gently cup my face, as his thumbs caress the rise of my cheekbones. So sweet and gentle, yet…so arousing. What a wonderful way to start my day of delights.

  Even with all the sex I have had in my life up until now, I can’t remember ever being held so tenderly or kissed so gently by a lover. His kiss has made a connection direct with my heart. And although I am cradle in his strong arms, I feel only the slightest of touch. He makes me whimper with the sweetness of his pleasure. It’s unnerving to have a complete stranger affect me this way. I never expected to feel like this at all…maybe…it’s that long standing crush I have on the footballer that he reminds me so much of?

 

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