Free Sex Stories: Group Sex

Threesomes, moresomes, orgies, and good old fashioned gangbangs

The Seniors

We used to sneak into the gym after school to make out on the high jump mats. It was usually pretty empty and the mats were thick and soft and all the way in the back corner. Sometimes we’d stay there for an hour kissing, feeling each other up, and jerking each other off.

And then we got caught.

I had her shirt off late one hot afternoon, and my hand was in her shorts as I kissed her neck and pulled on her hair. I guess she saw them before I did because she covered her chest with her arm and grabbed my hand. There were two seniors standing right next to us, and they looked like they had been enjoying the show.

“Don’t stop on our account,” one of the guys said.

“We can just leave,” I said, grabbing her shirt.

“I said don’t stop,” the guy said.

I looked down at Claire and she smiled shyly and sort of shrugged. So instead of running out, I kept fingering her as the guys moved closer to us. She arched her back and pulled me in for a kiss and if I noticed she was more wet than usual, it wasn’t until I thought about it much later.

“Take off her shorts,” the second guy said as he knelt next to us on the mat. I started to push them down and he told me to take her panties off too. When they were around her knees, she kicked them off the rest of the way as all three of us stared at her naked body.

“Fuck that’s hot,” one of them said.

“Were you two gonna fuck?” The other asked.

“Maybe,”Claire said to my surprise. We had only fucked a couple of times, and never in the gym. “Why, do you want to watch us?”

“Damn, you’re not shy at all, are you? I think we want to do more than watch. Why doesn’t your boyfriend go down on you for a bit to get you nice and wet.”

She pushed my head down, and I didn’t complain. Hell, I loved eating her pussy, and if she didn’t mind the audience, then who was I to complain? I opened her thighs and started kissing her and licking her as I worked two fingers inside her, and I almost forgot the guys were there until I looked up to see her sucking one of their cocks.

“Oh shit, that’s good. Get me nice and hard for you.”

“What are you doing?” I asked, looking up at her taking the guy all the way down her throat.

“Same thing you’re about to do unless you want us to tell the coach what we found,” the second guy said. I turned to look at him and he had his cock out in his hand as he knelt over her. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me closer, and before I could say anything I was sucking his cock instead of eating her pussy. I didn’t really know what I was doing, but I had certainly thought about it enough to do an okay job. I wrapped my hand around him and took as much of him as I could. He got hard pretty fast.

“You’re gonna get me nice and ready so I can fuck your girlfriend,” he said, pushing further into my mouth as I choked. He leaned down and started fingering Claire at the same time, and suddenly I realized she was moaning and begging like I had never seen before.

“Do you want this?” The guy she was blowing asked her.

“Yes,” she, said, opening her legs wider. “Please…”

“Damn, I like this girl,” he said looking over at me sucking off his friend. He moved down the mat, grabbedClaire’s legs, spread them open, and then without pause, he shoved his cock inside her and started fucking her. She kept on moaning, until the guy I was blowing moved over to her mouth instead.

“You like watching your girl get fucked?” He asked as she sucked him too. I just nodded because, of course, it was hot as hell, even if I didn’t know how it had happened so quickly.Claire kept on moaning, but only a minute or two into it, the guy fucking her pulled out and started coming all over her.

“Guess it’s my turn,” the other one said, moving between her legs. He pulled me down again and made me get him nice and wet in between rubbing against Claire’s pussy. Finally, he started fucking her too as he pushed my mouth down to her clit. She grabbed my hair as I licked her, and in no time at all, she was coming louder than ever. The guy started mumbling about what a slut she was, and she came and she came as he fucked her while the other guy just watched.

Right in the middle, the guy pulled out again and shoved his cock into my mouth just as he started to come. I gagged for a second and he laughed before he slid into her again to finish. She pulled him down and kissed the guy as he came inside her, and I didn’t know what the hell to do. He pulled her legs up and thrust even deeper into her as he groaned, and he kept telling her how tight and dirty she was.

When he finally finished, he pulled out and stood up. Both of the guys got their shorts back on and stood over us looking down at her messy body. I thought they were going, but they waited until Claire pulled me in for a kiss as her hands tugged my shorts down.

“There you go,” one of the guys said, as she pulled me to her. I wasn’t going to complain, and since I was the only one who hadn’t come yet, I fucked her for all I was worth as they watched. I pinned her arms above her head and kissed her mouth and her neck, and somehow I lasted longer than I should have. By the time I finally came, the guys were gone, and Claire was panting as she wiped the sweat from her brow.

“Holy shit that was hot,” she said, kissing me on the mouth. “I’ve never fucked a senior before.”

“I’ve never sucked a dick before,” I said, smiling at her. We finally found our clothes and snuck out the back door of the gym. There was no place else we could go, so we finally had to go home and get ourselves off again as we talked on the phone about it.

We went back to the gym almost every day for a few weeks, but the guys never came back. Things got a little awkward because it was all we talked about, even when we were doing it just the two of us. We broke up right before summer, but we mostly stayed friends.

When I saw her years later at our tenth reunion, she dragged me into the gym and we stood looking at the mat as we remembered that fucked up afternoon. We kissed for a while, but she was married and I had a boyfriend I was trying not to cheat on again, so we didn’t go any further. But just standing in the room with her, I was hard in an instant.

“I still can’t believe we did that,” she said as we finally made our way back to the reunion.

“I’m glad it happened,” I said, kissing her on the cheek one last time.

“Me too,” she said. “Thanks for the reminder.”

We didn’t keep in touch after that, and I guess it’s just as well. But I still think about it sometimes when I need to get off real quick, and I have a feeling she does the same thing.

And to this day, I still love the smell of a gym mat on a hot spring afternoon.

Jane and The Painters

(CW: Non-con)


“It’s okay,” the foreman said, forcing me down onto a chair. They had a painter’s rag stuffed into my mouth, and they quickly tied my hands behind my back. One of them lifted me and the chair easily, and he positioned me at the foot of the bed facing Jane.

“What the fuck is going on?” she asked, trying to sound as threatening as she could. The foreman sat down on the bed quietly and looked at me one last time before turning back to her.

“Like I said, it’s nothing. We just wanted to make sure your boyfriend here had a nice view.”

“What do you mean?” she stammered.

“He means a nice view of us fucking you,” one of them said, laughing. She hardly noticed the others surrounding the bed until there were five men undoing their overalls and leering at her with clear intentions.

“Look, I have money,” she said. “What do you want? I can give you anything, you don’t want to do this.”

“I think we do want to do this,” the foreman said. “In fact, after your boyfriend here showed us a couple pictures of you, it’s pretty much all we could think of, right boys?”

The other men nodded and grunted as they climbed onto the bed, and before Jane could move, the sheets were pulled from her hands and tossed onto the floor. She tried to cover herself as I rocked in the chair and struggled to scream through the gag in my mouth. She was so perfectly lovely that I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Even as the first man grabbed her foot and pulled her towards him I stared. Her hair was long and lovely, and her coffee sat steaming on the bedside table. Someone else grabbed an arm until she was lying on her back getting stretched in both directions.

“It’s okay,” the foreman said, running a finger down her cheek. “I told the boys they each have to pick only two holes. It could really be much worse. Besides, you’ll have Jack her to watch out for you. He’ll be here the whole time watching us fucking his pretty little slut.”

He leaned in close, his fingers now between her legs, opening the lips to her pussy. His mouth was against her ear.

“Personally I’ve only decided on your pussy for now.” His fingers pushed inside her. “But we’ll see how I’m inspired as the day goes on. I could go either way really. Your mouth is sweet, but your ass… Oh, baby, your ass is a fucking peach.”

To say I was hard would be an understatement. To say I was struggling would be to confuse the issue. I was fighting against the ropes that held me to the chair, and I was struggling with the gag in my mouth, but more than anything, I was struggling with the love welling up within me as I watched the five men close in on her, their hands touching every inch. I was devouring the sight with my eyes, and it was all I could do not to come just from watching. They lost their clothes within in minutes, and the first time one of them pried open her mouth and slid his thick cock between her lips, I nearly started to cry.

She looked small on the bed, surrounded by monsters with only one thing on their minds. As she choked loudly there were hands everything. They squeezed her breasts, slapped her thighs, and wet their fingers on her cunt. They pulled her open mouth back and forth between themselves, and their groans grew louder with each passing second. One of them opened his mouth on her pussy, grunting about how good little girls taste, and I strained against my bonds as hard as I could. When the first one fucked her I thought I might die, and when he pulled out seconds later and came on her tummy I was bursting to get free.

Jane struggled for a while, and she tried as hard as she could to keep her eyes on me. I’m not sure if she was looking for strength, or something else, but I stared back. Just beneath the surface, part of her was wondering, and I could see it in her face as she watched me. My erection was clear through my flimsy pajamas, and I could smell Jane’s pussy from where I was sitting. When the foreman threw her onto her back, her head at my knees hanging off the end of the bed as he started to fuck her, I was almost done. She stared at me, never once breaking eye contact, as he moved between her legs and she grew quiet and calm. Someone shoved a cock into her mouth, and still, she watched me, hoping for some betrayal.

They held her there for a long time, once thick cock in her cunt and the other men taking turns with her mouth, and my vision grew blurry. The foreman didn’t seem to require rest, and he fucked her faster and harder with every second. Her legs were held open and her arms were gripped tightly above her head. Someone came in her mouth before instantly being replaced by another man, eager to feel her lips around him.

It wasn’t until she reached one hand up to the cock in her mouth that I gave in. She wrapped her fingers around him before taking him all the way into her throat, and I was in awe. A smile broke out on my face amidst the struggle, and she glared at me with a fierce cat growl that nearly scared me.

“Wait,” she said.

Surprisingly, the men stopped. The foreman, looking down at her, simply raised an eyebrow. His cock was still buried inside her.

“I want to make him really watch,” she said, sitting up on the bed. With another growl she pulled him down and climbed on top of him, her body still facing me. She took his thick cock in one hand and rubbed it against the lips to her cunt. And then she closed her eyes as she sank down onto him. Within minutes the entire scene had changed, and the men were suddenly struggling to keep up with her demands.

(From The Yes Rule, one of my more fucked up novellas)

Kelly Fucks Brent for the First Time

threesome photo of two men and one woman

Photo by Guy New York

Kelly leaned back and kissed me. She shoved her tongue into my mouth, pulled on my hair and kissed me so hard I almost fucked her right there. Brent was still on his back, but he stopped laughing and watched as she rolled onto her back between us. Without thinking his hand slid to his cock, and the moment hung in the air like time had stopped. I could smell her pussy, and the room was warmer than it had been just a few seconds before.

“Maybe we should try it again,” she said timidly. “But this time, without the laughing.”

“Are you serious?” he asked. I wasn’t sure if it was to her or me, but it didn’t matter.

“She’s always serious,” I answered.

When she turned back to me, I felt that familiar twitch of jealousy and excitement. We had talked about it so many times, and now there was only one thing that was important. She had whispered stories in my ear and promised me I could watch, but after all those nights of fantasizing, of hearing her beg me to let her do it, it was finally going to happen. I was going to watch her get fucked.

He turned on his side once more and pushed her against me as he moved in closer. She kissed me, this time slowly and sweetly as she adjusted her ass, and it was all I could do to keep looking into her eyes. One of her hands reached out and touched me, pulling me towards her even as she leaned in. She kissed me again, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw her raise her leg.

Brent was breathing quickly, but instead of looking at me, or the back of Kelly’s head, he was looking down. He was looking at her ass and her cunt. He was looking at his cock, positioned right against the lips to her pussy, and he knew that within seconds he would be inside her.

I bit my lip and closed my eyes as my whole body tensed. I felt dizzy and lightheaded, and I listened to every sound from her mouth, knowing that I would know. When something changed, I would hear it.

“Look at me,” she whispered, her hand on my chin. “Do you want this? Do you want him to fuck me?”

All I could do was give a nod in response.

Kelly reached one hand between her legs, but she never looked away from me. Her lips parted, and I could hear Brent grunting as he focused. The muscles in her arm tightened, her ass shifted, and suddenly her eyes opened wide. Her mouth gaped in a silent scream, and I knew it was done. I kissed her quickly because I couldn’t resist any longer. I leaned back, my hand on my cock as I watched, and then finally I looked down. After all this time, I had to see it.

Her thighs were open, wider this time, and her lips were bright red. I stared in awe as I saw her open around Brent’s thick cock, only half of him inside her. She closed her eyes and started to moan, her hips moving slowly as she pushed down onto him. Inch by inch he entered her, stretched her, and filled her as she bit her lip and began to whisper his name.

“Oh shit, Brent, it feels so good. It hurts, but I like it.”

I lifted her leg higher, Kelly gasped, and I leaned in closer. He was moaning too as he struggled not to move too fast; instead of shoving inside her all at once, he let her take as much as she could.

It felt like hours before he was fully inside her, and she moaned sounds I had never heard. Her body shook, the vein in his cock pulsed, but then they held still for an eternity, him buried within her as she grew accustomed to his girth.

His cock was inside my Babygirl, and I had let it happen. My best friend was fucking my girlfriend, and I couldn’t look away. It was difficult to watch, but the noises she made were almost worse. She grew louder and louder, even as they held still, and I was in awe. She was coming on his cock, and they had barely started.

“Fuck, it feels good. It’s so fucking big, but…”

“Is it okay?” he asked, speaking for the first time.

She nodded her head as she tried moving, and I couldn’t look away. There was another man inside my little girl, and she was coming just from being penetrated. She was clenching around him, moaning for him, and I knew everything was about to change.

“Say it, Babygirl.” My voice was a whisper, but she looked at me, her face clouded with lust. “Tell him what you want. It’s okay. You’ve already let him put it inside you, so say it. Beg for it.”

It took a moment for her to comprehend what I was demanding, but then it was done.

“Fuck me,” she moaned. She was quiet at first, but she grew louder in seconds, and her simple request was instantly the sweet sound of her begging. “Fuck me, Brent. Please, fuck my cunt hard. Do it, please, I need more…”

(From Disgusting Beautiful Immoral, the dirtiest book in the world.)

We Met at a Sex Party

We met at a sex party. She was across the room getting fucked from behind by my wife’s boyfriend’s girlfriend’s husband as I was getting blown by a blonde whose name I didn’t know but who used to go out with my girlfriend’s wife’s ex-husband.

The moment I saw her I knew it was meant to be. She looked up and opened her eyes just as my partner took me all the way down her throat. I winked at her just as her partner slammed into her so hard she fell onto her elbows and she smiled back at me.

I leaned down into the blonde’s lap and opened her legs so my new love’s face was framed between thighs and decorated by a perfectly shaved cunt.  As I opened my mouth and slid my tongue over soft lips she mouthed, “I’m Jessica”.

“I’m Guy,” I mouthed back before I pushed my tongue deep into the blonde’s deliciously tight pussy. She was doing amazing things to my cock and it was hard to focus, but I managed to mouth, “what are you doing after?”

She was suddenly turned over and thrown down onto a pillow. She tilted her head back as her partner slid into her again and she made it clear she didn’t understand.

“What are you doing later?” I tried again, before sucking the blonde’s clit softly and sliding two fingers inside her. She pressed her thighs around my head and it was all I could do to keep from breaking eye contact.

Someone else had crawled over to her and like a good sport, she sucked his cock as we stared deeply into each other’s eyes. She pulled the new boy out of her mouth and jerked him off as she mouthed “I’m free” to me with a wink.

The blonde and I untangled from our sixty-nine and she crawled onto my lap telling me to fuck her hard and slow. I pulled a condom on and positioned her so her back was to my new love. She reached down and pulled me into her as I wrapped my arms around her hips and held her tightly. She felt wonderful as I pulled her hair to one side so I could see the bright green of my darlings’ eyes.

I kissed the blonde on the neck as I watched Jessica take the cock back into her mouth. She held him in one hand as she slid her mouth up and down his shaft and she watched me the entire time. The man inside her was starting to moan that he was coming, and I pulled the blonde hard onto my cock as my fingers twisted a nipple firmly between them.

“Wanna get coffee?” I asked silently.  She nodded as she continued sucking and I trembled at the thought of her dedication. The man fucking her started to come and so did the lovely woman on my lap. I squeezed the nipple harder as I bit gently into her neck and pulled her pelvic bone against mine. Jessica kept sucking as her new friend began to grunt and in seconds she was holding his cock firmly as he exploded over her perfect breasts.

She looked over at me and whispered: “meet me downstairs in 10?”

I smiled and nodded as I felt the blonde’s cunt squeeze me hard. I screamed loudly as I pulled her to me and I kissed her hard on the mouth as I began to come harder than I had in weeks.

Five minutes later I found my wife lying between a couple I had never met, and I kissed her and told her I was running out for a cup of coffee and I’d see her at home. Moments later I walked out into the cool summer night and saw my lovely angel standing on the corner. I walked up and took a hand gently in mine. I kissed her softly on the cheek and we walked hand in hand down the street and into the night air.

For the Birthday Girl

She was only partially at her own birthday party. Okay, to be fair, she was tied up in the bedroom for most of the night while the party raged on in the living room and kitchen. We drank and talked and played games, and when one or two of us vanished for a moment it was with playful grins and thumbs up for whatever horrible things we had planned.

We had considered a simple gangbang. It is traditional around these parts, but it didn’t have quite the right feel to it. And besides, it had the potential to be over far too quickly. Instead, R thought it might be nice to be tied to the bed (just her hands, to keep things accessible) with a blindfold on. It was, after all, a party of friends, and trust hung thick in the air from the time we popped the first bottle of champagne. And since she had been publicly writing about what turned her on for four years, it was less about guessing and more about giving.

It began nicely. L went into the room nearly as soon as she arrived (hell, before she even had a drink) and crawled between R’s legs with an open mouth and two dexterous fingers. It wasn’t a long ordeal, but an orgasm right out of the gate was a lovely surprise, and later R told me it was the best head she had in months.

M isn’t especially into girls, but he does love having his cock sucked, and since he wanted to wish her a happy birthday, he took his turn with great determination. He walked into the bedroom, put his drink down, called her a filthy-cum-guzzling-whore, and proceeded to fuck her throat for thee and a half minutes while she gagged and swore at him. He was shocked at how quickly she made him come, and even though he was known to be quite the champion cocksucker himself, he was thoroughly impressed with how well she swallowed every single drop.

K just wanted to fuck, but since it was a birthday, he played along. He stood at the foot of the bed watching her as he jerked off over her body, telling her horrible things. Your daddy is going to be so fucking mad when he finds out what you’ve done. And when he hears that his best friend fucked your tight little cunt on your birthday, I doubt he’ll ever talk to me again. But this pussy is worth it.

And with that, he slid a condom on, pushed inside her, and proceeded to choke her until she was close to passing out. She nearly came from the pounding, and later she mentioned that it had felt just real enough to make her tremble with fear.

It was S who climbed above her with her skirt raised to her waist as she told R to eat her pussy just like a good little sister. She pulled R’s mouth up to her smooth cunt, and she rode her face until she was coming torrents over the poor girl’s open mouth as she begged for her own release. When they were done, S kissed her swollen lips and made her promise not to tell anyone or they’d be in so much trouble.

V and T took turns fucking her pussy and her mouth until she couldn’t tell them apart, and then they kissed and sucked each other off in front of her face so all she could do was listen. M fingered her and told her she was just a hole to be used whenever it pleased anyone, and just when R thought she was done, she let her boyfriend fuck her cunt until he finally pulled out and came all over her stomach. J slapped her thighs and the other V beat her ass with a belt before shoving something inside it.

It was close to midnight when the birthday girl finally emerged to great applause. I lifted her up and kissed her mouth as I carried her to the center of the room and we toasted her future as she thanked each and every one of us for our gifts. Her always smile was blinding, and naked amongst us it was hard to imagine a happier girl or a better birthday.

At least until the next one.

Summer Evenings

I like to meet her at the door when she gets home from work. Especially when there are guests over she doesn’t know about, and especially when she drops to her knees the second she walks under the transom. It’s a silly little game, making her beg for my cock with six pairs of listening ears a few feet away, but it’s the small things in life that make it all worthwhile.

The other night she didn’t hesitate for a moment, and her words were loud and clear enough for all to hear. Halfway through, I pulled her up, still in the foyer, and had her take her dress off. I like to think she forgot about work instantly, although in truth it might have taken the applause to really bring her to the present. She turned the corner as I moved to the kitchen, and my guests smiled and clapped as she blushed the nicest shade of red.

The rest of the evening was inevitable from that point on, and we slipped into a lazy ease that felt so very much like summer. After passing out drinks, she moved the coffee table out of the way and knelt on the floor as the rest of us talked about our days and our weekends to come. As we sipped our cocktails, I waved her to an old friend with a flick of my fingers, and we all leaned back to watch her lift a dress and open her mouth against wet skin. The talking continued, but of course, we let the pauses grow longer to make room for the lovely sighs of joy coming from the girl on the couch.

After one orgasm, she moved back to the center of the room, and the mild conversation continued until I asked her to take the man next to me into her mouth. He toasted me with real affection as she pulled him hard and straining from his pants and took him all the way into her throat with one big breath. The breeze through the window did little to cool us down, but in truth, there was no reason to be bothered by the heat. What use is summer if you can’t let go?

An hour later one of the newer couples in the room made use of both her ends as we slipped drunkenly into the couch pillows and watched. He fucked her slowly from behind as she pulled an open mouth between her thighs along with curious fingers and a languid tongue. Their drinks rested neatly on her back eliciting laughs with each small spill.

Later in the evening, she knelt next to me, her own drink finally making its way to her lips as I pet her hair and whispered kind words into her ear. My guests let their hands slid under slips and inside undone pants without much effort at all, and the evening passed like all evenings should: with a glorious slowing of sweaty limbs and unbroken hearts. The music danced, the gin drifted, and the lips and faces of friends grew content with simple pleasures.

When we finally found ourselves alone it was to a big soft bed and linen sheets that did little to stifle the heat. We kissed and we whispered words of praise and delight. We touched faces and shoulders in the growing darkness, and when the bells chimed four they found us drifting in and out of sleep as we floated gently in a daze of sweetened dreams.

Losing Control

“Are you ready?” I asked.

“For what?” Kelly replied, trying to kiss me again.

“For this,” I said, pulling her shirt off over her head. She gasped, but didn’t stop me. I dropped it to the floor behind her and moved my kisses down to her breasts, sucking her left nipple into my mouth and running my tongue over it. I licked it and sucked it as her moans grew louder and the whispers around us were frantic.

Without waiting for anything at all she reached down and undid my jeans, her hand pressing hard against my cock as we kissed. The couple next to us were lying down, and I could see hands beneath clothing, and skin slowly starting to appear. I moaned when Kelly pulled out my cock, but the mood in the room had changed in an instant. When she slipped down onto the floor, taking me in her hand and drawing me into her mouth, we suddenly had at least six people standing around us watching. She sucked me into her throat and suddenly people were losing clothes all around us.

“Fuck it,” I head from the couch next to us, and a pair of black lace panties landed on the pillow beside me. I looked over as Kelly sucked my cock to watch some guy I didn’t know open his partner’s legs and bury his mouth against her beneath her skirt. Her moans were far louder than my own, but it hardly seemed to matter. As he sucked her pussy, she moved closer and closer to me on the couch, until her head was nearly against my thigh, and it was only then that she looked up at me, her eyes glazed over in pleasure. I smiled at her, as I pulled Kelly up, undoing her shorts in a heartbeat.

“I want to fuck you,” I whispered, pulling them down around her knees. “Right here. While they watch.”

“Anything,” she said. “I’ll do anything you want.”

The girl next to me watched intently as Kelly sat back down on me, and her eyes were glued to my cock as one small hand guided it inside her shaved cunt.

“Holy shit that’s hot,” the girl moaned, pulling the guy’s head harder between her thighs.

When I looked back there were a couple of guys standing around the couch, adjusting themselves through their pants and watching us fuck. When the pussy eater next to me slid up and started fucking his date, I realized the party had officially changed. I looked around the room to see people kissing, undressing, and groping. Even the bartender had lost her tanktop.

“Can I watch?” asked the closest guy to us. Kelly looked up, and without a word she reached out one hand and grabbed a hold of his cock through his pants. She unbuttoned his jeans without even looking at him, and a second later she was jerking off a stranger as she fucked me; she was moaning louder than ever.

“Do it,” I said to her, knowing she probably would anyway. “You know you’re going to, you little slut. Just do it.”

He groaned as she leaned in and took him into her mouth, but he didn’t complain. Her fingers were wrapped around him, jerking him off as she blew him, and I slammed into her, leaning forward to suck on her tits. I felt a hand on my thigh as the girl next to me arched her back and lifted her hips up, taking her partner deeper inside her…

A Dirty or Slutty Thing

“It’s not that I even like come all that much, it’s just a dirty thing. Or a slutty thing. You know what I mean.”

We all listened carefully, although to be fair I doubt any of us really needed an explanation. It was a simple enough invitation and we had already agreed. But if she wanted to confess first, that was fine with me. Hell, I love hearing a confession, especially from a girl who invited four guys over so she could take a few pictures to send to her far off boyfriend. I didn’t even know if he existed, but that didn’t matter either. Because I, on the other hand, do like come.

“Well, I’m ready when you are,” one of the guys said, clearly eager to get started. Fucker probably had a dinner reservation with his wife or something. But we all nodded and agreed, and she didn’t make us wait. She stripped down unceremoniously until she was as naked as a Canadian Sphynx. Then she lay down on the bed and instantly started to touch herself.

“Well shit,” one of the other guys said as we moved in closer. There didn’t seem to be much point in waiting, and I was already pretty hard just from listening to her tell us what she wanted. I knelt next to her and she looked up to watch me pull my cock out and start to jerk off. The other three guys followed suit pretty quickly, and soon enough all five of us were touching ourselves.

It was difficult to know where to look, but once she started talking it didn’t matter. She was clear that we weren’t allowed to touch, but that didn’t mean she was going to keep quiet. I moved from one guy to the next before my eyes settled on her fingers nestled deep in her cunt.

“Tell me you want to fuck me, all of you,” she moaned. “Tell me all the horrible things you’ll do to me.”

We didn’t need much encouragement.

“We’re gonna take turns fucking that pretty mouth of yours,” one of them offered as an introduction.

“I’m gonna fuck your cunt with a hand on your throat as the others hold you down,” someone else contributed.

“I want to fuck your ass while you choke on his cock,” the third guy said. She kept on touching herself and moaning as we leaned over her naked body watching her fingers and our hands.

“Do it,” she moaned. “Use me, all of you. Fuck me and come on me and in me and leave me a fucking mess.”

“You’re just a little cunt for us to use however we like, isn’t that right? We’re going to take turns choking you and fucking you until you can’t even tell us apart, and then we’re going to do it again.”

“Oh fuck yes,” she moaned, her fingers moving faster as one of the guys started to moan too. A second later he leaned in closer, his fist a blur as he let go all over her tits and neck. She arched her back, licked her lips, and pushed three fingers into her soaking wet cunt just as the second guy came on her stomach.

“I’m so fucking close,” she pleaded. “Don’t stop.”

“We’re going to tie you up when we’re done and leave you here so he finds you,” I said, my own fist working towards a clear goal. “You’ll be covered in come and still soaking wet and begging for more like the filthy slut you are. There’s no going back.”

“Oh fuck!” Guy number three said, coating her already wet skin just as I followed him. She started to scream and it felt like all of us were coming forever. The room smelled like the ocean in August, and she was a filthy mess of a naked girl and I swear to god I have never seen anything prettier in my life. She clenched around her fingers, licked some come off her chin, and kept on shaking even as the other three guys started slowly shuffling back from the bed as they zipped up.

For a while, she closed her eyes and just lay there, exhausted and exhilarated at the same time. The other guys quickly gathered their things and headed to the door. I took my time, wanting to make sure she was okay and to offer her a towel or something. And then I remembered the damn photos.

“Hey, do you want me to take some pictures?” I asked when it was just us two. She pointed to the dresser at the foot of the bed and I smiled. Her phone was leaning against a book staring right at us. The video was still running as I approached it.

“Can you do one more thing for me?” She asked.

“Anything you like,” I said, reaching up to turn it off.

“Once you stop the camera, can you come over here and fuck me for real? That was hot, but I want you inside me until you come again. Please?”

“Of course I will. Let me just turn this off and then you’re filthy little cunt is all mine.”

I hit the red button, stopped the video, and then walked it over to her bedside table. I put it down just as she reached a hand up to me. I smiled at the beautiful messy girl next to me and kissed her proffered fingers, getting a taste of her for the first time in my life.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“Anytime,” I said, blowing her a kiss as I headed for the door.

We Orgied Before Dark

We made the perfect mimosas.  In our pajamas.

There were fifteen of us with pillows on the floor, and our drinks were in plastic cups rather than champagne glasses. There we nine pairs of slippers, four sets of footie pajamas, three teddy bears (one was a rabbit), and one union suit with a butt flap.

For the first hour, we were only allowed to make out.  It was one in the afternoon though and we mostly drank and smootched as we tried to build a blanket fort.  “Who even remembers how to do this?” someone asked as we pulled books off the shelf for weights.

We sipped our drinks, undid buttons on pajama tops, and slipped our knees between each other’s thighs.  We rubbed flannel against flannel and by the time I felt skin against skin I forgot about the fort altogether.

My shirt was hanging off the back of the couch and I have no idea where hers was, but we kissed as our bodies pressed together.  She was warm and soft, and I was more excited to touch a breast than I had been in years.  Maybe it was the drinks and maybe it was music, but I wanted to kiss her for hours.

When the clock struck two we were allowed to be naked and we were allowed to put fingers inside each other and press our lips into anything we liked.  We still couldn’t fuck though, and the tension in the room was delicious.

My friend and I spent at least twenty minutes sliding our hands beneath the elastic off our bottoms, and every once in a while her arm would brush against my hard cock. Whenever my fingers touched her pubic hair I pulled away in surprise with a happy question.  Could I? Could I really touch her?

By the time the clock struck three, we were surrounded by people on the pillow-strewn floor with our hands firmly buried in each other’s pants doing wonderful things.  She was as wet as I was hard, and we kissed and bit as we jerked each other off.

The ringing of the bell triggered a shower of condoms, gloves, and lube, and you’ve never seen so many people start fucking at once.  What little clothes were left came off, and the giggles and sighs changed instantly to moans and grunts.

My friend was under me as I tore her bottoms off, and we didn’t bother to tease anymore. I was inside her and moving before we could count to five.  I kissed her as bodies smacked into ours and there was only one concern in the room.  All around us people started moving, thrusting hands, cocks, and toys inside one another, until you could hear us on the street outside.

We didn’t last more than five minutes before we both started to come.  Our kisses were sloppy and wet, and our bodies were covered in sweat.  I could feel someone moaning into my thigh, and I watched a head press up against my partner’s breast as they were pushed across the floor by strong thrusts.

With the orgasms, the giggles came back. There were sighs of release and joy throughout the room, and we were shaking with laughter as the desire and need left our bodies in the best way possible.

I pulled a blanket up over us as we lay down to listen to the room.  We stared up at the light pouring through the window, and we nipped each other’s ears and noses as we watched.

“I can’t believe that we orgied before it got dark out,” she whispered to me.

“Cutest. Sex party. Ever,” I replied.

And then we kissed some more.

A Hundred Ways to Share: an erotic short story

a threesome with two white men and a white woman

Photo by The Dirty Gentleman for Quickies New York

I like watching her fuck. I don’t think it’s all that complicated, but I do occasionally realize that the world doesn’t look at everything the same way I do. But in this case, I suspect more people lie about it than anything else. I mean come on, it’s hot as hell to watch people get it on, and if one of those people happens to be my girlfriend, it’s even hotter. She gets what she wants, I get what I want, so what’s the big deal?

There are a hundred ways to do this, but we’ve found the one that works for us. Some people need the thrill of cheating, some want to be tied up and forced to watch, and some want to get drunk at a swinger party and just see what happens. Some guys like the humiliation of watching a dude with a big cock bang their wife while they watch from the corner and some guys prefer to hold their girl down and direct all the action.

Which is where we come in. We have a pretty typical relationship, at least for the times, which involves me generally telling her what to do. At least in the bedroom. Look, we’ve unpacked all our patriarchal training, we’ve passed our good feminist exam with flying colors, and we’re damn good at communicating. And we know what we like, which in this case is me telling my girl to fuck other people. Most often while I’m there doing other horrible things to her. Honestly, I think it’s pretty damn romantic, even if I understand not everyone feels the same which. Which is fine by me. You do your shit, and I’ll do mine.

The first time wasn’t perfect, but it never is, so don’t judge me by that one time. We had only been dating for a few months, and we were in that in between stage where we hadn’t really talked about being committed but also weren’t talking about other people. At least not to each other. We hung out three of four nights a week, sometimes more, and we went out for breakfast on the weekends after late night parties with mutual friends. It was a good relationship, even if it was new, and we laughed our asses off, fucked like animals, and drank through our hangovers when necessary. Like I said, we were good.

Normally I would have found a better way to bring up my turn-ons, but I had already grown so used to just saying what was on my mind, that I didn’t really bother to do the grunt work. We were hanging out one night at my place, just drinking a bottle of wine and watching Netflix when I mentioned that my buddy Marcus thought she was super hot. She raised an eyebrow at me, but she didn’t say anything, which I thought was probably a good sign. So I kept on going.

“Do you think he’s cute too?” I asked, totally casually.

“He’s alright, why?”

See, she was super blunt about it, so there was no use beating around the bush. There was no use hemming and hawing as if I hadn’t basically already asked the damn question.

“He wants to chill some time,” I said, with a shrug. “And I thought if you were into it, you guys might want to fuck.”

“I didn’t know you were into that,” she said, more quietly than I expected. I was nervous for a moment, but I wasn’t terrified. If she said no then we’d move on, although to be honest, I have never had a girl say no to that. I don’t mean specifically Marcus, I just mean the offer in general.

“It could be fun,” I said, trying to keep it nonchalant. “But it’s not a big deal. Just thought I’d offer since he can’t stop talking about you, and I’ve seen you flirt with him.”

“Are you jealous?” she asked without even a hint of accusation in her voice. Sarah was an odd duck, I already knew that, but she never reacted exactly the way I expected.

“Maybe a little?” I said, going with complete honesty. “But that’s not really what it’s about. You two flirt, he thinks you’re hot, so I thought I’d offer. Besides, I think it would fun to watch.”

“Okay,” she said, and that was it. There was no more conversation, no more negotiation, and no more communication. And you know what? I was fine with that. I didn’t need a huge conversation about it, and I didn’t need it to turn into some big ordeal. It was a simple question and she had answered it. Sure, she had told me. She’d bang my friend if I wanted her to. Why the hell not?

Two days later I invited him over, and the rest is history. It wasn’t the least awkward threesome I’ve ever had, but it worked out alright in the long run. We all took our time that night, and I realized within the first hour that if shit was actually going to happen, then I was going to be the one to do it. So, after we had all had a few drinks, I stood up, smiled at them both and invited them to join me in the bedroom. Sarah shrugged, Marcus smiled, and the three of us left our glasses on the coffee table as we made for the sanctity of my king size bed.

“Why don’t you sit,” I said to him, resting my hands on Sarah’s shoulders. He sat down like he was told, and she didn’t say a damn word as I held her firmly. She was used to me being in control when it came to sex so why should this be any different?

“You’ve been staring at my girlfriend for the last two months, so I figured I’d show you more,” I said, pulling her shirt off over her head before either of them could respond. He sighed as her bare breasts came into view, and I’m pretty sure I felt her shiver for a moment. As for me, I was hard as a rock and there was no hiding it. I undid her jeans slowly as he looked her up and down, and I could instantly feel the tension in the room grow to the perfect level.

“What do you think?” I asked when she was standing in front of him in just her panties.

“She’s so fucking hot,” he mumbled, unable to look away.

“Do you want to see more?”

“Fuck yeah,” he said, as he stood up almost like he couldn’t help himself. He was only inches in front of her, and there was no going back. I slid the cotton down over her ass until she was wearing nothing at all, and Marcus instantly reached one hand out to touch her hip. I pushed them ever so slightly closer together, and I could hear her breathing get quicker with each second.

“Tell me, Sara,” I whispered, as his hand moved up to her breasts. She arched her back and her nipples hardened in a second. “Do you want to fuck my friend?”

She nodded, but that wasn’t enough. I wanted to hear it, and I knew he did too.

“Tell him then,” I said, my hand sliding down her back, over her ass, and then between her legs. She was soaking wet already, and I knew it was done. There was no going back now.

“I want to fuck you,” she said so quietly he almost couldn’t hear her. But instead of throwing her down, he looked up shyly and smiled at us both.

“I want you too,” he said, before leaning in and kissing her. I watched as I fingered her, and it was sweet and tender. Not exactly what I was looking for, but what can you do? Some people are just sweet and there’s no use trying to avoid it.

“Why don’t you suck his dick for me,” I said, pushing her down and breaking their kiss in an instant. And then it’s all a bit of a blur, to be honest. Maybe it’s because it was the first time and my adrenaline was pumping so hard there was nothing left to do about it, and maybe it was the wine going to my head. But she knelt on the floor and took him into her mouth before doing the same to me. We eventually climbed onto the bed, and we took turns going down on her, kissing her up and down, and fingering that perfect pussy as we bit her neck and squeezed her nipples until she moaned.

Marcus eventually got a condom on and climbed between her legs, and I reached down and rubbed her clit as he slid inside her. She actually looked up at me, her eyes wide with surprise and joy, and I smiled back down at her as he moved faster right next to my fingers. They fucked for only a few minutes before he came, but she was right behind him nonetheless. Maybe it was my mouth just inches from her ear asking her if she liked getting fucked and maybe it was my fingers on her clit, rubbing her just the right way while Marcus pounded into her. Whatever it was, she came just before he pulled out, and the room was a sweaty and glorious mess.

I didn’t fuck her until after he left, but even then it was almost like he was still there. She wrapped her legs around me and bit my neck as we took our time, and this time it was Sarah whispering the horrible things.

“Did you like watching me fuck him?” she asked as I pinned her arms above her head.

“You know I did,” I said, thrusting into her faster and faster.

“You like me being a little slut?” she asked, the teasing in her voice nearly overshadowed by her own want.

“You are the perfect little whore,” I said, my hand moving to her throat just as she liked it. “You’re my perfect little whore, and I’m going to use you and fuck you until you can’t remember your own name. I’m going to fuck you and then let my friends fuck you, and you’re going to come so many times you lose track of everything. You’re mine, do you understand?”

She screamed yes and I came inside her, and together we let out everything all at once in a glorious release that didn’t need any explanation at all. In fact, we curled up next to each other, and once again we didn’t really talk about it. After all, what was there to say? We had a lovely threesome, everybody got to come, it was generally safe, and we had a good time. In fact, the only thing she said before rolling over and falling asleep was a few words of gratitude.

“Thank you,” she whispered as I kissed the back of her neck and wrapped my arms around her.

“I love you,” I said, pulling her closer. She nodded and smiled in the dark.

“I know,” she said, gripping my hand.

And then we slept.

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