Julia and Laura are on the carpet, on their knees, pleasing Rahul together, trading him off in their mouths, bringing their lips down the sides of his shaft, kissing around the stem, one of them sucking, the other craning her head sideways, stooping to lick his balls. When Laura begins to monopolize all but the scrotum, Julia abandons his cock and scoots behind him to bury her face inside his buttocks.
Astride his hips, Anna impales herself over Fabian. Her hands smooth over his pecs and push off from them as she elevates and balances her pussy over the condom covered crown; her lips barely kiss the tip, and there's a breathless pause before she falls. His chest is pure muscle. I know this from before, from when he carried me, hands supporting my thighs, throwing me and catching me, the long penis stabbing my cunt with intent to murder as I clung to his neck and moaned at the pleasure of it all.
Marcel takes Lisa's ass. On the rubber mat, she sways now on her forearms and knees and the side of her head and makes animal noises. Her eyes are screwed shut, the soft, golden hair cascades over her cheeks, and the spine is steeply canted to finish at the upturned buttocks, a cavern for him to spelunk.
Merve sits on the floor between Burak's legs. One hand clutches his shin, and the other holds a gently buzzing vibrator against her clit. A streak of white contrasts beautifully against her hair and skin. Amid the groans and grunts of sex, they whisper like the married couple they are. Previously, on Lisa's mat, he had curled four of his slender fingers inside me and licked while she smothered my face with her pussy. My tongue threaded inside her in turn, drinking the sweet waters from her vagina, compelling ultimately an orgasm which made the muscles of her thighs tremble and quake.
On the couch, Simon and Tobias have Marie sandwiched between them, fucking her from above and below. I am astonished she can accommodate the pair: I stretch my jaws about Tobias with an effort, and Simon's cock defeats my attempt at deepthroat. Young and beautiful, at times shy, she is radiant in the newness of her sexuality, and though I once was her, I am nevertheless envious of what lies ahead.
Mohamed finds me slumped against the wall, knees up, watching over the room in a euphoric haze, and he joins me on the floor, sitting on folded legs. He hands me his open bottle of beer, which I sip from, then run between my breasts, so that the condensation collects on my skin. We make small talk in a language I do not speak well before reverting to English. He presses his face into my cleavage then, shaking his head and buzzing his lips, latching on at the end to the nipple nearer to him, arresting it with his teeth, tugging gently, lapping with his tongue, nursing until the flesh stands firm, then mirroring the action on the other side. As he straddles my legs, my hand locates his most of the way erect penis. The fingers ring the base, then lift to the tip, where I collapse my fingertips together and pull at the head. Flesh hot to the touch, he stiffens under attention.
The man has at least a decade on me: his hairline is receding at the top, and there are wisps of gray at the sides. As Mohamed leans into me, his weight lowers across my chest and brings me horizontal. He kisses me. I suck on the tongue, and my legs open automatically to accept him within and draw together to embrace his hips. Inching along the carpet, tilting the pelvis up, I brush the lips of my pussy against the bottom of his shaft, allowing my moisture to lubricate his organ. When he makes a move to enter my cunt, I squeeze my arm between us and cup my hand over the opening.
"Condom," I remind.
He finds one.
I release a sigh of gladness as the cock enters me. My vagina makes room as he buries himself to the hilt, and when he holds himself still and implanted, I compress my walls about his rigidity and revel in the fullness inside me and the friction when he moves. He goes at me hard and summons an orgasm, de profundis, from the depths. Running my hands over his back and shoulder blades, I smell us and hear the slaps of our mating and echo the raw, primate sounds of his ecstasy with my own.
Once Julia joins us, kissing me over his shoulder, offering encouragement and instruction and touching between our legs, Mohamed sperms over my belly with Julia aiming his cock. She laps the come from my body and snowballs it with me, and I tease a finger into her pussy and fit my tits against hers. I suck the softening penis clean, and the three of us huddle together and make out and chatter and laugh, and Rahul joins us, hand in hand with Marie, and I realize that though there will be other nights as good as this one, that there will be other lovers, some of them still more dear, and there may be someone, somewhere, sometime with whom to bind together a future and share the remaining years allotted to us on Earth, at this moment, there is nowhere else I'd rather be.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3z6w22/orgy_with_friends_mmmmmmmfffffff
The concluding words were poetic.
Sex sometimes has a way of making you wistful and glad and in the moment and also out of it. The neurotransmitters are neurotransmitting. There’s a glow that reaches deep down beneath sinew and muscle and bone and heightens the senses and leaves you aware and contented and at peace.
Is this story true? Who are these friends of yours, with the wild names? Can we get some detail on the build-up / seduction?
Though short, this is one of the best things I’ve read here. Incredibly hot. Thank you for sharing!
I am friends with Julia and Simon, who are a couple, and with Marie. We met at a swingers club, which I went to unaccompanied. Subsequently, I was invited to a private event, where the guest list was chosen to keep the gender ratio close to even. The names are made up to protect everyone’s privacy. (Consistent with ethnicity, I took them from lists of baby names.) I told the story closer to the end of the evening than to the beginning. We started by drinking and talking to the people we knew and being introduced to the people they knew, and before long the clothes were off, and everyone was messing around and hooking up in various rooms of the house. Tobias was the one who got me out of my dress, but I wouldn’t call it a seduction. The events took place this past November in the major European city where I currently live. Somehow, it only works in the present tense when I write it down.
Thank you! I am happy you enjoyed it.