The Gangbang

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Caution: This Fan Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Mult, Consensual, Fan Fiction, Gang Bang, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Size, .

Desc: Fan Fiction Sex Story: Seinfeld and George were horny, more than ever. It seemed Elaine had a tentative solution

A Seinfeld episode

Author's note: The following episode of the hit TV show "Seinfeld" was originally scheduled to be the centerpiece of NBC's Fall sweeps week this year. The network executives figured that they were finally giving loyal "Seinfeld" viewers the episode they had always wanted. Unfortunately, when sponsors learned what the storyline was, several of them threatened to pull out and the episode had to be scrapped. A friend of mine leaked the script to me, and I decided to rework it into a narrative story and post it. Once you read it, I'm sure you will agree that the network was foolish to think they could ever get it on the air. -- DG


The intercom next to the front door buzzed, and Jerry Seinfeld got up from his couch, walked across his neat one-bedroom apartment, and pushed the talk button.

"Who is it?"

"It's George."

"Come on up." Jerry buzzed George in, unlocked the door, and then sat back down to continue channel surfing, his favorite leisure activity.

George Costanza came in and plopped down next to him.

"How's it going, Jerry?"

"Not bad, Georgie. What brings you by?" This was more or less a rhetorical question, since George dropped by almost every day after work for no particular reason other than habit, and Jerry wasn't expecting much of a reply.

But George heaved a deep sigh and said, "I want to ask you something, Jerry."

"Shoot."

"When's the last time you got laid? If you don't mind my asking, of course."

Jerry tore his eyes away from the TV and gave George a surprised look.

"When's the last time I got laid?? You came over here to ask me that?"

"I'll tell you the last time I got laid, Jerry." A few moments of silence. "Actually, I can't even remember, which just proves my point. I'm horny, dammit. My basic male needs are not being met."

Jerry shifted a few inches along the couch away from his friend.

"Well, I can't help you there, I'm afraid."

"Don't be ridiculous, Jerry. I haven't seen you dating anyone lately, and I thought maybe you had the same problem I did. Misery loves company, you know."

Jerry thought about it. The truth was, he hadn't had any sex in months either.

"You know, now that you mention it, it's been a while for me too." He shook his head sadly. "You hit the nail on the head - It really is a basic male need, isn't it?"

George nodded. "If only it was also a basic female need, then we wouldn't have this problem. Some people say that women need sex, but I certainly haven't seen much evidence of it."

The intercom buzzed again, and Jerry heaved himself back up off the couch with a sigh.

"Who is it?"

"It's Elaine."

"Come on up."

Jerry sat back down. "She's been coming over here every day after her workout to use my shower," he said. "They installed those low-flow shower heads at her health club."

George shook his head. "How do you like that," he said absently. As a general rule, he preferred to concentrate on his own problems.

"Not very much actually, but what can you do."

Elaine Benes came into the apartment and dropped an enormous gym bag on the floor with a loud thump. She was wearing a tight spandex leotard under a pair of running shorts, and her long brown hair was pulled back by a sweatband. Sweat evaporating from her leotard had caused localized cooling, and her nipples were poking through the spandex.

"Hi Jerry, hi George."

Elaine walked over to the refrigerator, took out a carton of milk, and began drinking like someone who had been lost in the desert for a week. Milk dribbled out of the corner of her mouth, down her throat, and into the cleavage of her leotard. Finally, she lowered the carton and let out a long, satisfied sigh.

"God, I needed that."

She noticed that Jerry and George were staring at her.

"What?" She looked at the empty carton in her hand. "Oh, sorry about the milk. I'll bring you some more tomorrow."

"It's not that," said Jerry finally. "You've got a little milk..." He motioned to his chin.

"Oh, thanks." She wiped her chin with her hand, and then did the same thing to her neck and the upper part of her chest. As she licked the last drops of milk off her fingers, she noticed that they were staring at her again.

"What's with you guys?"

"Nothing, really," said Jerry.

"No, come on - you're both staring at me with funny looks on your faces. What's going on? What were you talking about before I came up?"

Elaine was one of those women who couldn't stand to be left out of a conversation, and Jerry knew she wouldn't be satisfied until she had dragged it out of them.

"George and I were just having sort of a guy talk," he said. "It turns out that neither one of us has ... been with a woman in quite some time. We were sitting here commiserating, and then you waltz in here in that tight outfit and start guzzling milk, letting it run down your neck and between your breasts..."

"I get the point," she interrupted. "You're horny."

"Exactly!" said George, slapping the armrest of the couch for emphasis. "We're horny."

They braced themselves for some teasing from Elaine.

"Well, I'm horny too," she said to their surprise. She made a sour face. "I haven't gotten laid since Fred joined that cult."

Jerry shook his head. "That was such a shame. Fred seemed like a nice guy."

"Well, his name is Ram El, now, and he has forsaken all earthly pleasures, including me. I've had quite a dry spell since then. Sex is a basic female need, you know."

"Aha!" said George. "So at least there's hope."

Elaine looked at them thoughtfully, and then gave them a devilish smile. "Maybe we could sort of ... help each other out. What do you say, Georgie?" Elaine knew George had always had a crush on her.

"That would be fantastic," said George.

"Sounds good to me, too," said Jerry cheerfully. Naturally they assumed she was kidding. But she wasn't.

She came over and squeezed between them on the couch.

"In fact," she said, "I was thinking it would be fun to have sex with both of you guys at once. What do you say?"

George gasped for breath as he realized she was serious. "What do we say? What you think we say?? We say yes!!" He looked over at Jerry for confirmation, but his friend looked doubtful. The comedian was kind of squeamish about trying anything new or different.

Elaine poked Jerry in the ribs. "What's the matter, sport? Not man enough?"

Jerry stood up and paced back and forth. "I don't know about this. I was in this situation once before, and I didn't do it because I thought I would have to start living a whole different lifestyle."

"You didn't do it because you are a moron," muttered George, who had helped Jerry get that previous opportunity and had never forgiven him for passing it up.

"Come on Jerry, live a little," encouraged Elaine. "A little wild sex won't kill you."

"I'll kill you if you don't do it," said George helpfully.

Jerry looked at them and then threw his hands in the air. "OK, OK, what the heck. I'll do it."

"Hot dog!" George clapped his hands together with glee. "This is going to be great!"

"Listen to me, both of you," said Elaine. "I don't want you telling anyone about this. It could really hurt my reputation."

"Our lips are sealed," agreed George immediately.

"Yeah, I've heard you say that before," said Elaine over her shoulder as she went into the bathroom to take her shower. "This time I mean it."

George stared at Jerry in amazement. "Can you believe it?"

Jerry spread his hands out wide and shook his head. "I really can't believe it. Our dear sweet Elaine."

George snorted. "Not when we get through with her." He rubbed his hands together. "Now, we need a plan of action. Who's going to do what, what's going to go where, it's all got to be decided ahead of time."

At that moment, much to George and Jerry's dismay, the door flew open and Kramer burst into the apartment.

"Hiya," he said to both of them. "Jerry, you ready to go?"

"Go where?" asked Jerry distractedly.

"To the grocery store, remember? There's a big fruit sale today and I want to stock up."

Jerry recalled that he had promised his lanky neighbor that he would go food shopping with him this evening. At the moment, it was the last thing he wanted to do. However, he was worried that George would spill the beans to Kramer, and he decided that it might be prudent to separate them.

"OK, Kramer, lets go."

Kramer was looking at George curiously. "What's the matter, buddy? You look like you've seen a ghost or something."

"Nothing's the matter," said George defensively. "Why do you ask?"

"Oh yeah," said Kramer, leaning forward and inspecting George's face closely. "Something's the matter all right."

"Nothing's the matter!" said Jerry desperately. "Now lets go."

Kramer spun around and looked at Jerry intently. "Something's going on here - I can feel it!"

"Kramer, there is nothing going on here," repeated Jerry. His heart sank as he saw that beads of sweat were forming on George's forehead.

Kramer poked his finger into George's chest. "George, there's something going on between you two, and I want to know what it is. Now come on, out with it!"

George swallowed hard. He was visibly trembling as Kramer stared directly into his eyes. "All right, all right ... Jerry and I are going to be in a threesome together."

Jerry shook his head sadly.

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