We called it “The Apartment”.  It was somewhere near St. Marks and Avenue A back when the East Village was just rubbing against B and scared shitless to go anywhere near Avenue C.  There were two girls and a somewhat straight couple living there but on a good weekend all those were subject to change.

It was a Friday night and a bunch of us were drinking in the living room and trying to figure out what to do for the night.  The girls were itching to get laid and since they weren’t in the mood for any of us that night they decided to skip on down to Niagra to see if there was any free cock around.

In less than thirty minutes they can back with boys in tow and disappeared into their respective bedrooms.  The couple’s bedroom shared a door with the blonde so we crowded into their room and listened to the nervous laughter turn into audible groans.

I don’t know how long it was before one of us noticed that you could actually see through the keyhole, but I know I was third in line.  My first view was of her sucking his cock as she knelt in front of the bed.  She was fully clothed—although rumpled—and he was naked and sprawled out like a drunken gorilla.  She was doing a good job of taking him all the way down her throat and from his grunts he wasn’t complaining. 

I didn’t get to watch long before I was moved out of the way, but on my next round I saw her from behind as she road his cock on the bed.  He was screaming and she was faking it, and I was getting hard.

They hogged the keyhole for what seemed like the next 10 minutes and I told them they were total pervs for watching their own roommate fuck and if they had any class they’d let me back at it.  When I finally got my chance it was like a wet dream come true.  She was on her back with her head hanging over the side of the bed and he was thrusting between her open thighs.  Her tits were flirting deliciously with gravity and her hair was combing the hard wood floor.  Her moans seemed sincere this time and it was only seconds after I lost my place that we heard him scream out he was coming.  His voice cracked in the middle and we tumbled back into the living room in fits of laughter praying they hadn’t heard us.

Five minutes later both girls came out of their room—boys in tow—and sent them out the front door and into the hall. 

“Say goodnight boys,” they called as they waved them away before closing the door behind them.  They stumbled over to the couch and crashed down next to us. 

“So, what else are we doing tonight?” the brunette asked.

—Guy New York