Chapter 3: Group sex anyone?

As I’ve already said, I live in an off campus apartment complex, while my younger sister, Izzy, which is short for Isabella, and little Kaori, live in the on campus dorms. My apartment complex takes up half a city block, and has 12 floors, and even an attached large multilevel parking deck attached to it. It contains single apartments (469 SF), double apartments (624 SF), even some apartments that can hold four to six people (3,103 SF). My apartment is a double (624 SF), that I had been sharing with a steady girlfriend, Cathy, for the last year and a half.

Cathy had recently gotten a better offer, and had ignominiously dumped me for a real doctor. Yes, Douglas Stevenson, or Doug, her new fiancé had actually bought her the classic diamond solitaire engagement ring, and promised her a Spring wedding. He was a Obstetrician-Gynecologist (OB/GYN), and I will readily admit he makes a hell of a lot more money than me right now. Hey, no hard feelings, a girl has to look after herself, I wished her well.

Of course, there were the jokes and puns she would have to put up with from now on: What do you call a deaf gynecologist? A lip reader. How does a woman scare their gynecologist? By becoming a ventriloquist. What do you call a blind gynecologist? A pain in the ass. OK, OK, enough with the bad OB/GYN jokes already. I shortly moved little sister and Kaori into my now almost vacant apartment in the Robinwood apartments.

All the singles and couples around me on the 5th Floor were youngish, well, nobody under age, or past middle age anyway, and all of them were very good looking I like to think. They all enjoyed excellent health, and because of their financial independence, all had become kind of fitness fanatics. Most spent a lot of hours at the pool up on the roof swimming, or the complex’s gym downstairs on the 2nd Floor, others cycled or ran, and a couple even competed in triathlons and other multisport events. Because of all the exercise and good diets they were all committed to, the women’s fantastic bodies were in wonderful shape.

They ranged from short, olive complexion, dark-haired, voluptuous (stacked) Wanda Sue, who was actually married to Sam. To the tall, 6 foot 3, blonde, thin fashion model Greta, think of Twiggy, back in the “swinging sixties” in London. Greta (no boobs or butt) was in a committed relationship ... marriage ... to little Rose, who at 5 foot 3½ inches, and looked something like Sydney Sweeney, the actress from, Everything Sucks!. Talk about the, “odd couple”, or is that, “the beauty & the beast”.

Then there was Liz, with her long blonde hair, nice tits, fantastic legs, and large and extremely well put together body who shared an apartment with Freda, of the flaming red hair, freckled porcelain white skin and spectacular firm upturned tits. Janet, another 5th Floor resident was an inch or two taller than Wanda Sue, but slim, compact and a former gymnast who used her very limber body to perform some truly amazing, or should I say spectacular, sexual feats she likes to brag about and perform. Janet was a true contortionist and exhibitionist, and Dave, Janet’s boyfriend loved to watch Janet perform.

Diane was around an inch over six feet tall, and had a magnificent natural physique, and almost no body fat it seemed. She had the most gorgeous coffee-coloured skin that shined like it was oiled and reflected every sinuous movement of her firm and elegantly shaped body beneath that dark ebony black skin. At the moment she was dating Bob, who was a young George Foreman look alike. There were plenty of others on the 5th Floor, but these were my favorites and friends.

Since I had first met them all a few years ago, our relationship ... relationships? ... had evolved? ... devolved? ... into a sort of sexual commune thing like back in the 1960s with the “Flower Children”. The term “flower child” originated back in the mid-1960s as a synonym for hippies, particularly those who gathered in San Francisco during the Summer of Love in 1967. Flower children were known for their idealistic beliefs in universal love and peace, often expressed as “Free Love”.

Anyone on the 5th Floor could ask anyone else at any time to fuck, and provided the other was willing ... no’s, became rare believe it or not ... it was OK. There were no kids allowed in our apartment complex according to the bylaws so we didn’t have to worry about offensive behavior being reported to the “juvenile authorities”. We had all become very close, and found that everybody got as much sex as they wanted ... and we all wanted a lot ... as often as we could get it. In fact, sometimes weeks would go by with everyone of us enjoying a good fuck several times a day. The whole situation resulted in the entire apartment complex having a kind of laid back satisfied and satiated air about it.

All the women were extremely attractive and, as the evening started around the pool the women would pose for us men while we snapped pics with our cell-phones. They stood as a Group, each one wearing something that would be considered barely legal on most public beaches, and definitely lewd in public. The theme for tonight was Bimbo-Slut, and they had nailed it perfectly, both individually and as a Group. There were several tiny, very tight thin tank tops showing very erect nipples, a couple of insanely minuscule micro mini skirts, a pair of very short cutoff denim shorts or hot pants, and even a couple of spandex tights, all of which showed the outlines of their prominent camel-toes. Couple that with they were all wearing, “fuck-me” high-heeled stilettos with spike heels ranging from four to six inch. Trust me there was plenty of gorgeous leg and beautiful skin on display most of the time.

All the women were well aware of each other’s exhibitionist tendencies and, as they preened and posed to the cheers and wolf whistles of us men. Each woman knew the others were getting as aroused as they were, which only added to everyone’s anticipation. Each was also looking across at the Group of male studs opposite them and literally licking their lips as they studied the hard bulges clearly visible through the tight pants and underwear. Yes, the ladies knew we intentionally bought our boxer briefs purposely one size too small, and of course some even padded their jockey strap a little.

Just as the women around the pool were all in fantastic shape, so were us, the men. We were all extremely buff, with varying sized six-packs, plenty of muscle, and very little body fat. Although Bob’s black cock was the biggest, it wasn’t by much and even the smallest of the Group, Bill’s, was still a very respectable size, and he knew how to use it to its fullest advantage most of the women had found out. All were gym regulars which made for more and better fucking sessions because the men had quicker recovery times than average. For the women that meant more time and opportunity to experience the relentless pounding of a good, hard cock.

Taken as a whole, the Group of super buff and fit, Bimbos & Studs, as we were styling ourselves around the pool tonight was cool. The atmosphere was filled with the abundant promise of a great fucking session with a wide variety of partners to chose from. All the people present were almost drooling with anticipation, especially since tonight there was an added experimental bonus extra we had been promised.

Almost from the start, the Group had experimented with various ways of enhancing our pleasure, sexual and/or otherwise. We had even amassed quite a collection of recreational sex toys, lubes and sexual enhances from Adam & Eve, on the Internet. Everything from a simple dildos, to a sophisticated rabbit dildos with the dual stimulation design with a vibrating penis-shaped tip & shaft to thrills your vagina while the flickering rabbit ears drive your clit wild. Dual motors, each with 9 vibration modes for 81 possible combinations. From nipple suckers, to Kegels, and Ben Wa balls.

Adam & Eve even has their own sexpert. Dr. Jenni Skyler, PhD, LMFT & C-PST is a licensed marriage and family therapist and internationally-certified sex therapist with the International Association of Psychosexual Therapists (IAPST). She has a doctorate in Clinical Sexology and a Master of Education in Counseling Psychology & Marriage and Family Therapy. She and her husband currently run The Intimacy Institute, a clinical sex therapy private practice based in Colorado that Dr. Jenni founded in 2009 with the encouragement of Dr. David Satcher, a former US Surgeon General.

Recently we had all chipped in and bought and experimented with some so-called “sex machines”. As a woman, have you ever fantasized about an endless, tireless fucking ... thrusting ... that just keeps going, and going, and going ... fucking you exactly how you want it? ... exactly where you want it? ... exactly how deep you want it ... exactly when you want it? ... exactly how fast you want it? Our latest collection of AI motor driven thrusting sex machines turns that fantasy into a reality. The machines deliver pounding pleasure that mere human muscle driven stamina simply can’t hope to ever match, or keep up with.

Imagine, as a woman, straddling a powerful machine that vibrates, pulses, and even thrusts between your legs while you control the angle, pressure, and rhythm with your own body movements. Everything either controlled with a simple handheld remote control, or a newly designed experimental AI (artificial intelligence) voice programmable, hands free, interface. The AI, your own Personal AI Assistant, that actually learns through “Trial & Error” what turns you on personally, and helps you build your own personalized program from there.

That’s the hands-free heaven the Group’s collection of vibrating thrusting sex saddles, and riding machines, along with the straight thrusting fuck machines deliver with the push of a button. Instant pleasure that lets you be both the giver and receiver simultaneously if you’re a woman. There was also light bondage gear available to mutually explore that side of sex, too. Some liked it, some didn’t, but everyone found something they liked in our grownup’s “Playpen” in the end.

The parties had gotten progressively wilder since I had moved in several years ago, as the recent Ecstasy Party a couple of weeks ago had been a particularly bizarre example of that. Ecstasy, also known as Molly/MDMA, is a synthetic drug that has both stimulant and hallucinogenic properties like LSD. It is often used recreationally for its euphoric effects. Ecstasy is often sold as pills, capsules, or even as a powder, and is known for its ability to enhance sensory experiences and promote feelings of emotional closeness and empathy towards others.

On the day of the Ecstasy Party everyone getting off the elevator on the 5th Floor that afternoon, after 5:30 PM, was met by an official greeter. The greeter’s job was to blow the powered ecstasy he, or she, had on the forded business card directly into the arrivals face, After that they were to hand them an ecstasy pill. Powdered Ecstasy, like cocaine and heroin, can be absorbed directly through the nasal membranes and goes directly into the bloodstream, leading to a faster delivery of its effects.

Soon everyone was in the mood to party. It typically takes 30-45 minutes before the effects of ecstasy are really felt. These effects peak about 15-30 minutes later. The effects of ecstasy typically last about four to six hours, though the effects can continue to reoccur for weeks. As the effects begin to fade, people often take another dose of ecstasy to double the time it lasts. Needless to say it had been a wild night on the 5th Floor for everyone involved.