The 30 Minute Gangbang

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Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Mult, Consensual, Heterosexual, Cheating, Slut Wife, Gang Bang, Group Sex, Double Penetration, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Her future husband invites a few mates over to watch the rugby, problem is she's fucked a few before and wants to again. When the opportunity arises, she has 30 minutes to bang them all.

Kat stood in the car park of the PCYC scanning the grills of a multitude of cars looking for the distinctive four interlocked circles of her fiance Dan's Audi. Her iPhone vibrated in her hand as Dan sent her a message saying 'Up the back near the soccer field.' She looked up to see his hand waving out of the window and as she felt the cold hair whip around her exposed legs, she leant into the wind and headed towards the car.

Only two weeks earlier Dan had presented her with a gorgeous diamond ring that had apparently cost him, or at least his wealthy father, nearly $10,000. At first Kat was elated to be joining one of the richest families in Newcastle but now things were becoming complicated.

Did she really love him or just love his money? Would her liaison with his mate Peter, which happened a few weeks before she even met Dan, become an issue. Would the fact that that liaison also included Peter's mate Nick in a torrid threesome ever be used against her? What about Peter's gorgeous wife Maria? Did she know about her philandering husband? She'd met Peter numerous times since but there had been nothing, no indication whatsoever of their liaison months earlier. It was if it had been a dream. When Kat looked at Maria she wondered why on earth Peter felt he needed to stray. She was a gorgeous tall brunette of Italian extraction and style.

Dan wasn't a particularly good looking or charming man. Slightly corpulent with no particular interests other than spending vast amounts of cash on his bride-to-be, he was a good catch for a woman like Kat.

Kat was no fool. Here was a fairly decent man from a relatively decent family who was loaded to the gunnels with cash from his family's property business. As a business graduate, Kat was well placed to play an important role in the company's growth and its income.

Dan leant over and pushed the door open for her and as she sunk down into the leather seat he ran a hand up her exposed leg. She turned her head towards him and as they kissed he pulled up the hem of her netball skirt.

"Now, now," she said slapping his hand away. "Hands off the merchandise."

"What's happening tonight?" she asked.

Dan slipped the car into gear and pulled out into the drive. "Pete and a few of his mates are coming over to watch the rugby final so I thought we might just have a few drinks, get some pizzas."

Simultaneously she was excited and anxious. A house full of his mates, which most likely included Nick, were going to be in their townhouse. She both hoped, and didn't hope, that Maria would be there. If she wasn't well then she'd be the centre of attention, which she liked, or if she was, well at least she'd be safe from prying eyes and hands.

She loved that threesome with Peter and Nick. She was well drunk and stoned that night. It was at a university toga party on Cook's Hill when at three in the morning Peter and her snuck away into a spare bedroom for a quick fuck. She was riding him for all she was worth when all of a sudden she felt something rubbing against her face. It was Nick's cock. Without delay she sucked him into her mouth and for the next 90 minutes she was fucked every which way but loose. When she awoke at 10.30 they were both gone leaving nothing more than a slightly stretched cunt and loads of dry cum. She'd loved the way they shoved two cocks into her cunt. Loved the way they came in her mouth. Loved their stamina. Loved their dirty talk. Loved the dirt. Loved the urgency. Loved the thrill of discovery.

"Sounds good," she said.

Her yellow and green netball uniform clung tightly to her slender petite figure and she re-tied her long blonde hair into a ponytail.

"Do we need anything for tonight then? Snacks, beer, wine?" she asked.

"All sorted," he said. "I've bought everything but Pete's mate Nick is going to cook it."

Her stomach sunk but all she could do was turn, look out the window, and smile.


As they travelled home Dan was muttering on about something or other and all she could do was reminisce about that rugged night of passion months earlier. The reminiscing was going well, so well that she'd become unbelievably horny.

He swung the car into the driveway and as they hopped out she had no idea what he had been talking about but she could feel her wetness oozing into her sports knickers.

She tried to think whether or not Dan knew that she knew Nick. How would she greet him?

She needn't have worried, he did all the work for her.

In a piece of perfect timing that would have seemed scripted had it been on TV, Nick's car pulled in next to Dan's.

"Hey Nicko," Dan said, "How's it going?"

Nick, dressed in nothing more than a rugby jumper and a pair of shorts, grabbed a few bags off the back seat and without even glancing at Kat he wandered over to the two of them.

"Nick," Dan said. "This is Kat, my bride to be."

"Hi Kat," he said, "Pleased to meet you." He quickly looked her up and down and turned to Dan. "I'm ready to cook my good man. I hope the fridge is well stocked?"

"Indeed," Dan said. "When only the best will do."

Ignoring Kat may well have been seen as rudeness but as soon as Dan turned to open the front door Nick gave Kat a quick smile and a knowing wink.

The townhouse looked out over the harbour and with her stomach alive with a thousand butterflies Kat sauntered into the main living room.

The massive new Samsung TV almost blocked the view out onto the harbour and Dan and her had argued over the best place for it. Dan's reasoning was that with the lounge suite up against the cut off kitchen wall, he wouldn't have to look at the mess in the kitchen and she could pass him snacks over. Her argument of course was simply you can't see the view that he had so handsomely paid for.

Needless to say, he won.

Nick began sifting through a bag of groceries and Dan set about setting up the TV and surround sound theatre system for what he had been describing to Kat as the greatest game in over a decade. If he'd asked her, Kat wouldn't have had any idea who was playing.

As she stood in the kitchen watching Nick hack away at a baguette, the front door handle shook as some more of Dan's mates turned up.

Knowing that if she leant forward on the edge of the kitchen bench her skirt would lift up revealing her sports knickers, she checked that Dan was still ensconsed in the remote control, and did exactly that.

The cool breeze from outside folded between her legs as it rushed into the room and the male banter stopped momentarily as they came around into the lounge room.

"Well hello," Peter said as he saw her cute arse poking out over the benchtop. She looked around and smiled at him and his two other mates. All three of them were dressed in identical rugby jumpers and shorts to Nick.

"Hey Pete," Dan said from the lounge, "You know how to use this fucking thing?" All that was on the screen was the message 'No input detected'

"Yeah man just press HDMI and then everything should come on."

Suddenly there was an eruption of noise as the pre-game entertainment exploded onto the screen.

"Kat," Pete said, "These are my mates from uni, Joel and Sam."

They both gave her more than a cursory glance and Kat returned the favour with a more than flirty flick of the hair.

"So have you just come from netball or are you heading out to a fancy dress," Joel asked.

"Ha ha," she said. "I've just come home to be a moderating presence on all your base male behaviour."

"We are nothing but gentlemen," Sam said.

Nick opened up a bag of sausages and tossed a few of the thick phalluses around on the tray.

"You love tossing your sausage around," she said softly.

Nick silently shook his head and smiling said, "See any you like love,"

"Nah," she whispered, "Bit thin," A wave of lust coursed through her body as she remembered how the two of them had simultaneously slid their cocks into her pussy.

"Let's get some drinks into us," Dan said from the lounge.

"I'll get some for you all," Kat said.

"Are you going to get changed or just wear that all night?" Dan said to her in a way that emphasised his South African accent. Even after 10 years in Australia his heritage sometimes betrayed him. It was when she heard traces of his accent that she immediately would put up a wall. Although his family all had stronger accents, his only came out when he was being domineering or snide.

"Hey netball is my sport and rugby is yours," she said, "Why don't you go put on that ugly Springboks jersey?"

The other guys laughed at her comment and Peter, grabbing Dan in a mock tackle said "It probably doesn't fit old chubster anymore."

"Fuck you," Dan said as he continued to wrestle with Peter, "You lot will be sorry when the game is over."

A pop of a champagne cork drew their attention back to Nick who had teased the cork out of a bottle of Chandon.

"This is for the lady," he said nodding to Kat, "Lads it's either bundy and coke or beer. What shall it be?"

A chorus of different orders had Nick heading for the esky and Kat steering towards the glasses cabinet above the stove.

"Here let me help with that," Peter said and he got in right behind her. As he reached up into the cabinet his crotch rubbed up against her hip. She immediately turned to see if Dan could see but he was still sitting on the lounge with Sam.

"Why thank you very much," she said and looked down at the mound in his footy shorts.

"That," she nodded at his crotch, "would be much appreciated."

"Now, now settle down," he said as he handed her the glass.

"When does the game start?" Kat asked.

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