Today, I'd love to welcome May McQueen to The Naughty Pages with her Naughty Hot Shot, Voyeur Hall. She's a fellow Naughty Nights Press author, wicked in all the right ways and loads of talented fun.
Blurb: Jo is a pretty, laid-back undergrad. While
immersing herself in her studies at one of the dirtiest haunts on
campus one night, she meets Jared. She's immediately drawn to his
carefree personality and suave character, and the two hit it off. Just
as the conversation seems to be going somewhere, Jared suddenly leaves
Jo, claiming he has a job to get to. Jo's interest is piqued by his
suddenly secretive behavior, and she decides to follow him. When she
sees him enter Vickers Hall, one of the most rundown buildings on
campus, infamous for its utter lack of appeal, she is baffled. But then
more and more people follow Jared's example; curious as to why so many
people are flocking to Vickers Hall, she decides to investigate. What
she finds there is the last thing she ever expected to see—a secretive
peep show run by the residents of the dorm. But Jo is far from
perturbed. If anything, she is more intrigued. Especially when she finds
out just what line of work Jared is in…
girl suddenly sidled up to the door and stood hip to hip, shoulder to
shoulder, with Jo. Jo pulled away as if she had been scalded and stared
at the stranger. Olive skin, wayward black hair, hazel eyes. Something
akin to sheepishness was on her face; her cheeks were just as flushed as
Jo's must have been, and there was a certain glint in her eye. “Is it
okay if I share?” she asked.
Jo said the word before she even thought of it. “Sure.”
She offered a bit more room for the newcomer, and immediately the
stranger put her face up to Jo's, gently brushing cheeks. Jo's eyes
flickered as a rush shot down to her belly from her cheek.
though they were up close and personal with one another, Jo quickly
forgot to be uncomfortable as Jared picked up his pace. She could feel
the other girl's breath on her face—quick, light pants. Jo bit her lip
and looked sideways at her, just studying her face and letting her
imagination roam. What was the protocol in a place like this? Subtly she
pressed her hip closer against the girl's, then her thigh; the stranger
did the same.
Jared settled his eyes on the door again, and Jo
stared back intently, imagining herself on her hands and knees in front
of him. His partner's head dipped down and he gently pulled it back up
by her hair—she made a sound bordering on pleasure and pain, and thrust
against him. His hand trailed over her stomach and settled over a
breast; he then pulled her upright against him, slowing his pace to meet
her in a kiss. Their tongues swirled against each other, just barely
visible whenever she sighed. She stuck her chest out and he played with
her nipples, pinching and tugging gently.
Jo felt fingers brush
up against her ass, and excitement rather than panic filled her when the
stranger's hand gently cupped a cheek. Jo gasped quietly and clenched
under the girl's hand, gently pressing against it. First she looked at
the girl from the corner of her eye, then slowly turned her face towards
her, their cheeks still touching. The girl turned, too, and for a brief
moment they looked at each other's lips before touching. Jo prodded the
girl's tongue with her own and deepened the kiss, snaking a hand behind
her neck to draw her closer. The girl moaned into her mouth and
squeezed her cheek before grabbing the other to pull her hips in. Their
belt buckles touched, and Jo slowly closed the distance and rubbed her
mound over the girl's.
They were eagerly rubbing against each
other and losing themselves in the kiss when a noise from within the
room drew their attention. They pulled away reluctantly from the kiss,
but continued to press into each other as they peered into the dorm. The
couple had switched positions—Jared lay across the bed and the blonde
straddled him, leaning back against his knees and rocking against him
slowly. She was thin yet curvy, and her pussy was completely bare; her
clit was so swollen that Jo could see it clear as day from where she
stood. As Jared reached out to rub it gently, Jo pressed herself harder
against the girl, wishing it was him against her.
“New here?” the stranger asked, nipping at Jo's neck.
“Yeah,” she replied.
“Hope you don't mind…the intrusion.”
Jo had heard of the bi-curious experimentation among college girls
and laughed. Now that she had unexpectedly stumbled into the situation
herself, she was far from critical. She continued to watch the blonde
bombshell ride Jared sensually while the stranger licked and nipped her
skin. This was quickly escalating to the most erotic experience she had
had to date, and she was wondering what had kept her from doing it
When the stranger slid her hand under the waistband of
Jo's jeans, her knees wobbled dangerously and she struck the door by
accident while trying to catch herself. The couple in the room faltered
but quickly found their pace again. Jo gripped the door handle tightly
to hold herself up as the woman gently rubbed her mound. She moaned
gratuitously, glancing over the stranger's shoulder to the rest of the
hall. No one was paying attention to them; most people were engaged in
the same activity. Jo and the stranger glanced out of the corner of
their eye into the room while the former rode against the other's hand.
It took a while to gather her own courage, but when she did, she
clumsily tried to slide her own hand down the girl's pants. In response,
the stranger buried her face in Jo's hair and gasped, arching against
her touch. Liquid silk slipped between her fingers.
his girl stopped having sex and began to fuck. The girl was moaning so
thinly that it sounded like the desperation for release was agony.
Jared's brow was knitted and a vein was protruding on his temple. He was
watching himself slide in and out of his partner fixedly, grasping her
hips tighter the faster she went and the louder she became. Jo and the
stranger both rubbed each other more quickly as the sexual confrontation
in the dorm became more intense, and both were panting heavily against
each other's mouths, taking frequent breaks to watch the show escalate.
Then the girl let out a strangled cry and shuddered over Jared; he
thrust up hard and held himself there, groaning and squeezing her hips.
The stranger gasped and doubled her rhythm on Jo out of excitement,
rubbing her desperately, so fast it felt raw, primal, immoral, and so
good. Jo's grip tightened on the door handle as she started to climb the
She gushed on orgasm—sparks went off behind her eyes—her
legs momentarily lost feeling and she leaned heavily on the door handle—
She swung forward into the dorm, pulling the girl with her by the
waist of her jeans. The couple on the bed snapped their heads in her
direction. It took her a full two seconds to register the entire
situation and the weight behind it.
“Sorry,” Jo mumbled hastily
as she swept the door shut again. The stranger started to laugh as she
tugged her hand out of Jo's pants. Jo was the furthest from laughing she
had ever been.
May McQueen is from Edmonton, Alberta: Land of the
ice and snow with a 10 p.m. sun and no hot springs to flow. It sounds
less than ideal, but there she finds limitless amounts of inspiration
for stories even juicier than the last. Her next release in line is
"Caged," which is a turbulent ride that follows a woman down to her
deepest desires. This story will be due for your release in Fall 2013
via Naughty Nights Press.
Free works: http://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=1225153&page=submissions
This has got to be one of the hottest excerpts we've had here on The Naughty Pages.. phew! I might just need to grab a fan, or have a cold shower. Thanks for that treat, May!