Sisters, Friends, and Lovers - Book Three
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Chapter 67: Five-Day Orgy
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 67: Five-Day Orgy - 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 Lesbian BiSexual Fiction Incest Gang Bang Group Sex Orgy Anal Sex Cream Pie Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism
I reflect back on the party that continued after our wedding. Fran and I both use the same expression to describe the event – “Fucking amazing!”
If we had gone to Hedonism II for our honeymoon, it would have been tamer than what happened on St. Maarten’s with and around our wedding party. Fundamentally, we turned the resort into an orgy palace not only for the fifty of us that had been in the wedding party and who stayed on the island, but also for a hundred or so other guests who got in the same ‘open’ spirit revolving around sex and fun.
What some in our group called The Sex Party started after a luau cookout the resort put on for guests that second night. We’d all signed up so everyone from our group was there. It took place in front of the large Tiki hut where a live reggae band played ‘island’ music, we danced, and we could get out of the sun. There was an open bar, which helped things along too.
The guys had been encouraged to wear ‘something,’ so we each fashioned loincloths out of two of the washcloths in the room and a belt or something to hold them around our waists. They didn’t hide much, and were more like a signal flag at the least hint of arousal.
The women’s response to wear ‘something,’ had been gauze, lace, or diaphanous material that also hid little, and sent signals from aroused nipples. In our party, many of the wedding veils and drapes reappeared with nothing under them. For instance, Fran had wrapped her white veil around her torso, allowing her breasts and pussy to show through the nearly non-existent material.
As more and more of the regular resort guests arrived for drinks, dancing, and dinner, they sized up our outfits, turned around, went back to their rooms, and came back in much more daring outfits or revealing lingerie.
The other thing that started to happen that night was the inter-mingling of our group with the other guests, or vice versa. There seemed to be an unwritten rule that after you met someone new, they’d split up with the husband going one way and the wife another. Thus, most of the dancing was not between the couples who’d arrived at the resort together, but between new arrangements.
As the bride and groom, Fran and I became singled out to meet just about every other guest at the resort party, and we both danced with them well into the night.
The nature of dancing changed as the hours ticked by, particularly after dinner had been cleared. At first it was polite, social dancing – a little more intimate than the kind you were taught in grade school. There was limited body contact, and lots of conversation about who you are, where you’re from, and so on, looking for common ground and mutual interests.
After dinner, the lights dimmed, and many of the ‘somethings’ being worn were discarded in favor of nude or nearly nude dancing. Breasts were pressed into manly chests, cocks appeared from behind the loincloths to rub against bare or nearly bare pussies, and hands started to fondle anything that was available. Dancing became an excuse to stand near each other and fondle body parts prior to disappearing somewhere to enjoy sexual pleasure. Of course, sucking on various body parts was rampant.
Given my skills in Tantric sex, I became quite popular for several reasons. First, I understood the female body and how to quickly turn it into a blubbering mass of quaking female flesh from a rapid string of orgasms due to attention to key inner and outer erogenous zones. Second, I didn’t always need to cum, meaning ejaculate; I could fuck for hours, enjoy my own orgasm, quickly recover, and repeat the same mere minutes later. Third, I send out loving vibes, so each woman that I paired with felt cared for, respected, and important in her own way; she knew she wasn’t just a cheap fuck or a cum bucket, at least with me.
We were having so much fun, it wasn’t until around three a.m. that I realized that most of my partners had been other guests I hadn’t known until that evening, instead of the group that came down for the wedding. This seemed to be the case for most us when we compared notes the next day.
The other thing that happened at that evening’s party was the ‘severe’ violation of the resort policy of ‘No Sex in Public Places,’ although no one said a thing about it. People made love or fucked everywhere: by the pool, just outside the Tiki hut, on some of the nice little benches around the grounds for guests to sit on, in or right next to the hot tub, and in the beach cabanas, or just on the beach. Some did go back to their rooms, but I think most everyone stayed near the Tiki hut to be ready for the next round unless they planned to sleep the night and morning with their selected partner.
Another characteristic of the evening seemed to be the open acceptance of threesomes, group sex, exhibitionism, and voyeurism. Time and again, I heard some of the participants in the resort’s unplanned orgy state that they’d never done anything like this before, but they were sure glad the opportunity had presented itself the way it did. More than one woman I made love with told me she was sold on this new lifestyle, and that when she and her husband or partner got back home to New York, Chicago, Montana, Des Moines, Kansas City, Vermont, DC, and other cities, that they planned to hunt up like-minded people to play with sexually.
Moreover, the sex became just about spontaneous, even with people we’d never met before. For example, I was coming up the walkway from the beach towards the Tiki Hut, and saw a beautiful young woman coming the other way. She gave me a smile and I said, “Hi, having fun?” Before I could blink, she was in my arms kissing me. She said, “I’d be having fun with you, if you’re willing.” I was willing. We took a branch in the path, found a bench, made out for a bit, and then fucked for a half-hour. She was great. She was also from Little Rock.
Closer to home, Lori made it aa point to find me every day. My niece was one hot piece of tail, and I told her so. She really did have an uncle fetish, and each time we were together we fucked like only our orgasms could save the world from destruction. Lori wanted to know whether we’d take her in at our condo in Boston as a member of our inner circle. That stopped me short for a few seconds. I told her we’d consider it, but she had to come and get known by everybody and become another ‘sister’ to the women already there. She just said, “Got it.”
The vote all around seemed unanimous about the ‘Free Use Sex’ that prevailed after our second day. I think those that frowned on what was going on stayed to themselves in some other part of the resort, much like my parents had guessed about the partying and opted for completely separate accommodations a few miles away.
The hotel staff participated, too. Some of the masseuses the guys and I had enjoyed just before the wedding set up their massage tables in part of the Tiki Hut during the day. They were working in the nude, so it didn’t take long before each of them was getting planked on a continuous basis by guys in our wedding party as well as some of the other resort guests.
Cindra searched me out two days after the wedding and we had serious fuck fest in public on the beach. The next day, I got a massage by Uma and Shirl, which left me in recovery mode for a few hours after we fucked every which way from Sunday. The three of us took a dip in the pool after our fuck, and then they lured another eager male to their waterside table on the beach. What a great resort.
I watched Fran giving a well-hung bartender-waiter a blowjob behind the bar around lunch one day. The event turned into her lying back on an ice chest as he plowed into her sweet pussy and she blew one of the other guests not in our wedding party. Nearby, Loren had captured an older man who she was riding as he loudly stated that she was the best fuck he’d ever had. I was told that Bowman was doing the guy’s wife on the adjacent chaise.
While Fran and I behaved wantonly and openly had sex with others, we made it a point to reconnect, and even enjoy making love at least once a day, plus we made sure we slept together – although I don’t think the two of us were alone any night we were on the island.