Sisters, Friends, and Lovers - Book Two
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Chapter 24: Gangbang and Remorse
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 24: Gangbang and Remorse - Steve is surprised/shocked! The two girls he’s dating are sisters! A threesome forms then a third sister joins. Friends arrive causing additional loving and sexual relationships. He hides nothing as his sphere expands. He involves guy friends to help out with his ‘harem’. A wedding and highly sexual five-day ‘reception’ cap off the story, along with the perfect living situation. The author has a quite a few other books/series you might also consider, including collections to save you money.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Group Sex Anal Sex Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism
Jane got nervous again on our drive out to the Reddick’s home on Saturday evening. Her jitters got all of us a little worried about the evening until Fran became aware of what was going on and called us all on it. “Hey, everyone. I can understand Jane’s worries about meeting a new group of people who all want to jump her body ... or she wants to jump theirs, but the rest of us have done this several times and there’s no need for us to feel jumpy or worried. We know everyone at the party will be friendly, loves us, wants to bring us pleasure, and wants to accept the pleasure we bring them. So, let’s stop wringing our hands.”
Fran’s remarks even made Jane calm down – slightly. Jane had been sitting next to me in the passenger seat of my SUV twisting another tissue into confetti, a nervous habit I’d seen before.
Jane turned to the girls in the backseat, “I feel like such a slut, almost as though I don’t know who I am suddenly. If you’d told me a few months ago what I’d be doing tonight, I would have laughed in your face. Now, I’m ready to fuck or be fucked by a bunch of strangers, and I know I’m going to enjoy every second of it. I just hope I’m not going to wake up tomorrow and wonder about the sexually-crazed person that took over my body.”
Sheila said with a chuckle, “All women have an inner slut. Some manage to deny it or contain it, but for many it shows up somehow – in how they live, in their fantasies, or how they behave when they are alone in bed with their fingers and toys. We’ve chosen to live a lifestyle where we can savor our inner slut, bring it out, let it act on our behalf, let it bring us pleasure, let it carry us to new vistas and experiences that most people on the planet never know about. I like the uniqueness this lifestyle brings us.”
Jane turned to me, “Do men think less of a woman ... think of her as a slut when she does what I’m about to do?”
I laughed and so did the girls. We’d had this discussion months earlier. I responded, “I wouldn’t post pictures on your office door. People love to judge, particularly about what’s acceptable and unacceptable when sex is involved. People feel they have the moral high ground to impose their memes and beliefs on everybody else. If you don’t think about sex exactly the way they do then you’re a slut, a whore, a gigolo, and a worthless piece of humanity. Further, they’ll tell you that you’re contributing to the complete downfall of society, warping the minds of the young and innocent, creating a decadent society, and debasing all of womankind. Because of that propensity, we talk cautiously or not at all with others about this lifestyle or evenings like this. The more important question is do you think of yourself these ways?”
Fran added, “People have a double standard. They criticize online porn, erotic stories, and pictures, and then the same people turn around and behind closed doors download and buy the stuff in huge quantities that support an adult industry that’s over $290 billion dollars a year worldwide, and around a third of that is in the U.S. alone – larger than all the professional sports activities put together.”
Ally added, “To keep ourselves ‘level’ about the topic, we talk to each other, which is nice. We know how each other think, so we can anticipate issues, but there have really been few. There are online forums too, and those are good because you can remain anonymous yet share or get questions answered or discuss feelings and reactions. Oh, yes, there’s a book called The Ethical Slut that you’d love; it covers all things sexual without judgment ... really with approval. One of its themes is that you can set your own standards, to hell with everyone else. You can also talk to any of us, any time.”
Jane said, “Steve mentioned the book. I do feel I’m doing that, and those new standards are throwing away some of my boundaries and dramatically moving others. The changes are leaving me a little unsettled as I get used to the new landscape.”
Sheila said, “If you ever want a sympathetic ear, or you feel bad about some aspect of this new life you’ve carved out for yourself, then please call one of us or talk to Steve. We’re very open about it and our lives with people we know.”
Fran said, “We all went through the thinking process you seem to be in to get to where we are. Personally, I wouldn’t want to go back to the old me, to my old boundaries and standards.”
We all agreed with Fran. For however awkward the transition had felt, we were now living in a new lifestyle in a different place than we had months earlier. I guess we had youth working for us, because we’d weathered the transitions so rapidly.
Most of the group was already assembled by the time we walked into the Reddick’s beautiful home. I took Jane by the hand and escorted her around as introductions were made. Jane had dressed seductively, wearing a very short skirt – with no undies, and a backless scoop neck top that left no doubt but that she’d also gone braless. The skirt accentuated her bubble butt, and the shirt invited those nearby to sneak looks of her shimmering breasts. Two pieces of clothing plus shoes.
As I took Jane around, I sensed two things during the introductions. First, the men I introduced her to were exceptionally interested in Jane, and I could almost see them salivating at the new pussy in their midst. I certainly saw a few swelling lumps in pants. Second, I knew Jane well enough that I sensed her evaluating the men as lovers and fuck buddies. She played her seductive best, acting coy, aggressive, sexy, and alluring to some degree with each man. She made a visible impression on everyone.
As we passed by Gale and Nancy, they gave me particularly warm welcomes, and then in the family room we found Sean and Rita, and Rita blatantly announced she wanted my cock deep inside her warm pussy for at least an hour that evening. Since I couldn’t think of a more pleasurable hour, I promised I’d find her early in the evening.
I whispered to Jane that she could do a lot worse than spend some significant time with Sean. I knew from the girls that he had a reputation as a caring and considerate lover who never left his partners wanting in any dimension of lovemaking. I also knew that these were important factors to Jane.
We joined the others in a buffet dinner and a lot of lively conversation about everything other than sex, how we’d partner up later, or what the highlights of the evening might be. I knew from past conversations and comparisons that these questions were on most people’s minds, but we denied ourselves those discussions as though to tease ourselves, and perhaps as a form of foreplay.
As we sat eating from the potluck buffet, I assessed the group more objectively. For the first time, there were more men than women. Lyle and Chip told me the larger group had decided to tilt the balance that way for a number of reasons: the preponderance of women, particularly those I brought, and the fact that the women wanted more orgasms. I laughed but saw the logic in the decision. Chip explained that the new men had been carefully vetted and almost all had a record of discrete multiple partner relationships.
As food was put away and some of the dishes cleaned away, the foreplay did start. Sean and Rita joined Jane and me, Rita immediately snuggling into my arms for a round of passionate kisses. I heard Sean assuring Jane that she could set the pace and acceptability of anything they did, but he never got to finish his speech because Jane jammed her tongue down his throat and put his hand up under her blouse in a sexy move. She’d be just fine, I thought.
Rita and I took over our end of the long sofa in the Reddick’s family room, while Sean and Jane had the other end. Across from us in a love seat and broad armed cushy chair were two other couples, so everyone had a lot of erotic eye candy to watch. I knew the other couples from the group the Henson’s had introduced us to a few months earlier. They got down to business faster, set a norm for nudity in the room, and then for fucking.
Also in the family room was the large TV playing a new porn video Chip had bought. This one seemed to have a series of small skits involving sex among nurses, doctors, and patients in various group combinations. In one scene, a gangbang seemed to turn on the entire cast.
Even as Rita and I got down to business, I kept checking in with Jane. She watched the two of us and the two other couples, pacing herself with our activities. After she and Sean coupled, she devoted herself to popping off little climaxes and being a worthwhile sexual partner.
Bill Hicks, the man fucking Betty Whitmore on the love seat, said to Sean and Jane, “Hey, want to switch?”
Before Jane could process and evaluate the request, Bill had pulled out of Betty, and Sean had jerked his cock from Jane, and the two men passed each other in the middle of the room. Jane welcomed Bill’s long prong into her body with a smile of genuine joy and understanding; she was getting in the spirit of the evening.
Not to be undone, Greg and Marie, the other couple, also suggested a swap about five minutes later, so Greg and I switched partners. Marie turned out to be a hot little number with a cunt that not only flooded the two of us with her luscious juices, but also seemed to have an internal temperature significantly higher than anything I’d experienced in other pussies. I brought Marie to two quick orgasms over the next ten minutes. At that point we separated to go explore the rest of the house.
Before leaving the room, I checked in with Jane. “I’m going exploring, you all right for a while?”
Jane responded, “Oh, I’m better than all right.” Bill kept pumping his cock into her, now in the doggie position. She added, “Would I be too big a slut if I tried to fuck every cock here tonight ... or maybe got in a gangbang like you talked about one night in our dirty talk? The one on the TV video looked sort of interesting. I’m really horny.”
I chuckled, “If you’re serious, I’ll see if I can’t arrange something for you.”
Jane grunted over Bill’s shoulder, “I’m in the groove now, and I want everyone in MY wet groove. So, yes, I’m serious.”
I waved at her as I walked away. In the living room, I found Lyle getting it on with Jean Henson. She was also sucking on the cock of one of the ‘extra’ males in attendance and looking supremely contented.
I interrupted them as I knelt on the other side of Jean and presented my soggy cock to her. She started to alternate sucking on the other guy – Mark Someone, and me. I asked, “Lyle, any chance of some kind of gangbang for Jane? She’s really getting into the spirit of things, and this is a whole new experience for her. She thinks she’d like to fuck every cock here.”
He laughed as he stroked into Jean, “Happens a lot with first timers.” He turned to Jean and apologized for leaving her to Mark, the recipient of her blowjob. She didn’t seem the least upset. Lyle said to me, “Come with me.”
I followed Lyle to a large hall closet. He moved a few things, and pulled out a large padded massage table. He said, “We’ll set this up in the family room, and start directing the men in there to service her. How’s that sound?”
“Perfect.” Two minutes later, the massage table was set up. I pulled Jane from atop Bill’s cock, asked several times whether she was sure this was what she wanted, got that reassurance, and positioned her on the table. Although they’d watched us set up the sturdy table, I declared to Lyle, Bill, and Greg, “Let the gangbang begin.”