Stories in group sex
133 stories · Page 6One day the guys and I went to the bathhouse. We booked a VIP room at the Luxor, organized a couple of whores for a drink and a snack. The VIP was on the second floor and was equipped with a separate steam room, a swimming pool, a large hall, three separate rooms and a balcony. The balcony faced the interior, overlooking the large pool, lounge and garden. There was another small pool with a waterfall in the garden. All these amenities were shared, and visitors to rented rooms used them at their own discretion. We drank a little, had a good steam bath, with a broom, everything was as it should be. I asked one of the girls, I think she called herself Marina, to give me a massage. She carefully kneaded my back, after which I gave it to her mouth and, having finished, went to the balcony to smoke. As it turned out, it was just in time. Four girls just jumped out of the room opposite below and, throwing off their sheets, jumped into the large pool. I took a closer look and couldn't beli
It was before the weekend. A friend invited me to his home to drink vodka. I got ready, bought vodka and cognac for her wife and went to them. A friend and his wife met me and took me to the kitchen. We started drinking, his wife had cognac, and we had vodka. Having drunk quite a bit, we went to smoke on the balcony. When his wife returned and changed into a short dressing gown, I noticed that she was not wearing a bra. A friend fucked her up, why are you dressed up like that? You're even sitting there without a bra. And she says that she has beautiful breasts and can sit without a bra. She asked me a couple of times if I liked her breasts? I said it was a good size. My favorite is 4th. She asked if she excites me? I nodded my head. Then we sat and had a drink, and went to smoke with a friend. Suddenly he asks me if I want her wife? I refused, but he still insisted on an answer. I replied that if not your wife, then I would sleep with her. And he says come on, we’ll fuck her togeth
My wife Lenka is a whore... That says it all. We've been married for eight years. Lenka is 30 years old and works as a secretary in a small company that sells plumbing fixtures. When we first got married, I still knew nothing about my wife’s turbulent past. Then I found out... Not exactly by accident, no! Lenka herself told me during sex who she was with before me! When we got married, Lenka was 22. So, over the years, this bitch had a hundred men a year, no less. So consider this... For her, fucking an unfamiliar man is as natural as sneezing! And Lenka realized that I liked her depravity and accessibility. And it is true. Well, I like it when a strange man lies on Lenka and fucks her in my favorite sweet holes! Very often, returning from work, I find my legal wife in bed with some man! “Well, we met on a minibus. He liked me and invited me home!” - a common explanation for the husband in these situations. Sometimes there were two or even three men... These freaks fucked my la
Mila is so tanned and looks like a bright spot against the background of the white foam of the bath and my Karina. I always thought my wife was vibrant and memorable with her red hair and natural tits. But now, looking at how they kiss in the bathroom, I understand that there are much more interesting girls in the world who attract more attention. The girls forbade me to interfere in their fun and I can only look at them and jerk off a little if I want, but not cum. Karina knows that I’m not the same and I won’t be able to start fucking them immediately after ejaculation, so the girls forbade me to cum from masturbation. After their lesbian fun, they want to have a threesome with me, as has happened more than once. It's a pity that Mila can't visit us so often. This kind of happiness happens about once a month. Girls kiss and from the outside it looks so sexy that any normal guy will instantly get an erection at this sight, although at the same time I can’t see their tits or anythi
Hi all. I am Denis. So I decided to write my own story about my wife Anya’s betrayal. The first time my wife cheated on me was in a restaurant, on our wedding anniversary. So, after this betrayal, we decided to start looking for a partner for group sex. Only this time, we decided that everything would be beautiful. We decided to rent a hotel. The search took more than a month. Having posted an ad on the Internet on one of the dating sites, Anya spent a long time selecting a candidate. And so, a man responded to the ad, his name was Victor. “This is what you need,” said the wife. Look, he’s married, he writes that he already has MFM experience, and in terms of age, he’s 35 years old, and he’s handsome in appearance. - Okay, I answered. If you like him, then let’s meet him first and talk. We made an appointment for Victor at a cafe and met him a couple of days later. We talked, found out where he works, learned about his MFM experience. He said that several years ago, he and a fr
I left my daughter with my grandmother, and I went for a walk, to unwind and see what was going on in the world. I had been walking around the city for about two hours, I was tired and decided to rest a little near the Dnieper. I bought myself a bottle of light beer and started enjoying life. Usually my husband, daughter and I went for a walk together, but that day he was at work and for some reason in the last couple of weeks we haven’t been able to go for a walk together. But I really wanted it, my soul demanded new impressions and sensations. Yes, this happens when you are on maternity leave: your husband becomes the main person from whom you expect all this. But if he is busy, then he needs to look for new opportunities so as not to run wild, since sitting at home all the time affects his mood. So I’m standing there, not touching anyone, when suddenly two guys come up to me and offer to join them for communication, supposedly my soul requires female company, and they really lik
This story happened to me that summer. I had never been to this dacha alone before, but my sister left with my mother, and my father went to work. That day I especially liked myself, although I always look good: short, natural blonde with blue eyes, I have firm breasts and a toned ass. So, yesterday I met a girl, Marina, while walking around the island where our dacha is located. We had a nice conversation at first, then we drank wine, she looked at me very intently, discussed my breasts, but this is normal, girls often do this! Then we played cards out of nothing to do and she offered to play for a wish, I agreed and lost, she promised that she would use her wish tomorrow, i.e. just today. And then I see her, she comes into the gate with a bag on her shoulder and goes up to me. - I want to play mistress and slave! You can't refuse, right! - Well, yes! (I'm a little surprised). - Undress down to your panties and lie down on the bed on your stomach on the terrace (our terrace
I was 18 years old, it was summer, I was driving home from a friend living in the village. I didn’t have time to catch the bus, so I caught a ride - a Kamaz. There were two people in the cabin - the driver (Kolya, it seemed) and the shift worker - Grisha, both of whom were about 45 years old. It was summer, hot, I was in a short skirt and a T-shirt without a bra, because they were both staring at me, I began to get a little excited and my nipples stood up, sticking out through the T-shirt. By that time, I hadn’t had a man for almost a year (after Uncle Valera, I hadn’t fucked anyone else) and I really wanted to feel a dick in my pussy... The road was long, it was evening, the men offered me a drink, Grisha went out to get champagne and it turned out that now I began to sit between them. While we were driving and chatting, I drank a bottle of champagne alone, and didn’t notice how drunk I was... Gradually Grisha began stroking my bare leg, getting closer to my panties, Kolya was ste
And there is a hole in the old woman. I've never been lucky with young girls. They didn't have success. Why dont know. In short, at the age of nineteen, I realized that it is much better to have a non-committal relationship with a woman over forty than to experience novels with peers with violent showdowns, jealousy, betrayals, lies. Of course, it was very difficult to get acquainted with adult ladies and divorce them for sex, but it was possible. So he lived until the age of 23. Until I graduated from college and got a job. This is where I got into a story. By that time I had a car, not the worst, but not the most interesting job either. I made a lot of money at the time. He lived with his parents, but did not want to work for their small business. He helped, of course, as far as possible. No more. So. Once I drove by this same car to a friend who lives near the Universitet metro station. And, leaving his entrance, I noticed a completely gorgeous chick. That is, the first thing I
A few hours later, my second "I" thrashed in a slight chill of a hangover dizziness, but did not show it. It always behaved calmly and slightly sarcastically. And this time, his mumbling about "he's never had such a 'thoughtful' gangster in his life" didn't piss me off too much. Yes, and it would be ridiculous to argue and disagree if all our sexual fun had a clear and strict direction under the control of the first "I" who fell into a sexually creative trance. In full accordance with the scenario, my most important, largest and slowest gear had the worst of all: it had the main blow. Its cogs, creaking plaintively, jumped out of engagement with the neighboring more efficient and nimble gear, and the unfortunate part of my chronometric organism flew into the beyond, dragging gnashing springs, bushings and pendulums behind it. The other parts of me that survived so far froze in a tetanus of horror, realizing only too well that they had very little left to enjoy the triumphant reality.
Johnny did not understand why he came to this house. It's just that Jet came in the morning and said that he, Ug and Mark were going to spend this evening at a friend's house. There will be four girls and they are missing one guy. It should be John. When asked why he was, Jet replied that the hostess wanted it that way. They drove up to an old Gothic castle. John tried to express his doubts about the mistress's age. "What, are you afraid of old women," Ug asked: "Don't worry, the mistress is twenty-two years old, she is very rich and just like you, strange." They approached the massive front door, where the valet met them, helped them undress, and escorted them upstairs, where they were already waiting. Everyone settled down in a large room near the fireplace and talked on various topics, absorbing various foods and drinks. Johnny looked around. In the far chair sat Julie, a long-legged blonde with a fiery look and an infectiously loud laugh. She kept looking meaningfully at Johnny
Recently, on my way back to Atlanta after a few years away, I decided to call an old friend of mine. I figured she was living with some guy, and a light drink would be a harmless enough friendly gesture. It turned out that she was very glad to hear from me, and insisted that I invite her to dinner tonight. I forgot that Cheri always turned me on, and I realized that I was looking forward to tonight. There was me, there was she, and there was evening. The dinner was amazing and the conversation flowed easily like wine. As before, we sipped liquor and looked at each other thoughtfully. Her foot found mine under the table, and she began to rub my calf with her instep. It seemed like we never parted. Now her fingers were stroking the tubercle of my very aroused cock. "Max, why don't we go to my place, and you take it and fuck me like you used to?" I was only too glad to pay the bill and leave. In the car, she ran her fingers through my hair and her tongue into my mouth. Her lips were
I went crazy from the absence of a wife and intimate life. She was in my custody. And so, from all this, I began to look on the Internet for a way to correct my situation, and I came across a married couple from my city. We started talking, agreed to meet in a cafe to get to know each other. But unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, the meeting did not take place. They had their own affairs, I had my own (work, wife, etc.) But then the census began at work, and it turned out that everyone was free tonight. We agreed on a meeting place and special signs of each other. To be honest, I was a little shaken by this adventure. What awaits me there, what should I expect from this meeting, of course there was a whole bunch of thoughts. But still I decided and at the appointed time was on the spot. I quickly found a white jeep according to the description, and hovered of course. Walk past or take a chance, and yet almost 3 months of abstinence did their job and I did not run home without l
Dinner ended, and the footman opened the doors to the dessert room. Through the blue gas canopy, Marlene could make out two black shapes in the bright yellow square of the doorway. A second later, Jeeves turned on the overhead light, hurting her eyes, which had grown accustomed to the dark. Marlene blinked. The approaching footsteps of the host and guest echoed in the vast empty room. They got really close... - ... And now, Sir Henry, let me treat you to a little exotic dessert. You will like it, I am sure. - To be honest, I'm not a fan of sweets... but if your pastry chef is as skilled as your cook, I probably won't be able to resist. - I'm just SURE that you will not resist such a temptation ... “I am intrigued, Lord Erdington. Rumors about the wonders of your house have even reached France. Friends in Paris asked me more than once, knowing that I knew you, if I had ever dined with you. - I'm sorry I couldn't invite you to my place earlier. I think you will understand me
Some obsession came over me. Some unknown force seized me, my eyes filled with lead, and I fell asleep. I sleep. And I see a dream... Smiling joyfully, you stepped out of the water and dried yourself dry with a thick terry towel. Before you had time to sit on the grass next to me, when suddenly next to you in some incomprehensible way were two strong, slender, completely naked young Negroes. Bewilderment, fear and a strong desire seized you. One of them walked up to you, grabbed your silky soft hair tightly with a muscular hand, and pulled your head down. You could not keep your feet, and knelt down in front of him. A large, black and thick member began to raise his head. The Negro, continuing to hold your hair tightly, took the cock at the base with his other hand and slowly brought it to your lips. Your fear and desire simultaneously became huge, your eyes closed, and your tongue began to feel and lick a large dark head. One of your hands began to caress his balls, covered with s
Do I have a dream? Fantasy, a kind of "Paradise on Earth"? - you ask, gentlemen. Difficult question, but I'll try to answer... It will probably be an island. Such a small island. Greenery, sun, sea. A small house with verandas, bedrooms with huge beds, a hall with armchairs, sofas, a huge TV with 2-3 round-the-clock porn channels (no perversions, BDSM and other nonsense, only "pretty", only "bliss, tenderness and passion")! Beautiful pool, sun loungers, fruits, light drinks and... Ladies! Different, but all amazingly beautiful, sexy! No, I don't want to be their master or their slave. I just want to be with them and give them pleasure! Long, passionate and insatiable. Devour them with your eyes, admire their beauty, kiss their bodies, inhale their divine scent, touch their skin, hair, holes and bulges... and, of course, fuck them. All this I call sex. So, morning. The sun's rays break through the foliage and enter the bedroom. Illuminate the walls, the floor, the huge bed. I wake
And if you take and discard all prohibitions? What if one day you wake up in a world where all erotic desires are allowed and, besides being allowed, they are also easily fulfilled ... What if all the prohibitions are really just an illusion? So I reasoned, thinking about what I would like to experience in my sex life ... I never liked vulgarity, all these cheap porn divas with their unnatural "Ya!", "Ya!" ... Why so much vulgarity in such a wonderful genre as erotica? Or vile blacks - well, I do not like blacks - they have limited intelligence! How I do not like fat, white-skinned, pimply, vulgar, jerky ... Why is it always like this in erotica? Why is there no mystery, beauty, intimacy in it? After all, a short skirt does not mean attractive. Something completely different is attractive ... A girl in a veil is much more desirable if she is dressed correctly and presented in the right light ... Having discarded all prohibitions, I began to explore what I really wanted to exp
My friend Yurka had a constant mistress, whom he often mentioned in our conversations. I did not know her, but according to Yurka, she was a woman - a masterpiece. She was a few years older than Yurka (older than me, of course), but supposedly she knew how to do everything. And when she treated the cock with her mouth, Yurka experienced inexplicable bliss and she did not refuse in the ass, moreover, she insisted that Yurka cum in the ass. She, according to Yurka, was unusually gentle and affectionate. In addition to everything, she differed little from the circus midget in her height: - she was unusually miniature. Petite women are my weakness! In general, Yurka drummed into my weak soul (weak to the female sex) an irresistible desire to share with him the bed in which Olechka is - this is his mistress. I expressed my desire to Yurka, with a request to agree with Olya so that I would be accepted into their “family”. Yuri promised. But, as I saw, I did not feel any special joy f
All the events described in the story actually happened. The names of the actors have been changed. This evening we celebrated Natalie's birthday. At one time, she quite successfully married a Dane, moreover, it seems, out of love. Nika and I find him charming, which is exactly what he is - fun, attractive, athletic. There is, however, a minus that you have to chat in English, but it does not matter. There were six of us that evening. I sat between Nika and Natalie, from time to time catching the warm touches of one or the other leg under the table. The Dane sat next to Natalie. There was also a friend of the Dane. To complete the picture, let's describe him: for 30 years, he had his own business in a neighboring city, where he found a girlfriend who was with him today. We saw her for the first time, and she mostly smiled and kept quiet. Nothing like a girl, everything is in place, really. My Nika will be slimmer. We ate, drank and laughed - what else do they do in taverns? The con
I can hardly remember her name. Looks like Stacey. Yes, that's probably right. Stacey Muller, either German or English. I met her at a party with one of my friends, Count Sh-va. There were few ladies at the reception hosted by the count, and she stood out from all the rest, like a pure royal diamond, framed by small semi-precious stones. I will try to describe her so that it is clear why I was fascinated by this woman. Quite tall for her slender figure, fair-skinned, graceful, like a Chinese ivory figurine. Platinum curls are neatly styled, a beautiful thin-lipped mouth lined with bright red lipstick. The skin of the face is fashionably whitened to a painful pallor. Deep shadows under the eyes, black as the Persian night. Add to this the exquisite evening gown of black velvet and the languid grace with which she carried herself, and you will understand why I could not take my eyes off her throughout the evening. Count Sh-ov noticed my condition and whispered in my ear: - Good stu