The Group - Sex Stories

The Group

... wrists and held my arms out.

Greg whispered in my ear from behind, “I’m here.”

Then, the group closed in on me. Fingers, lips, and breath seemed to envelop me. I tried to watch but was overwhelmed and closed my eyes. Every inch of me was touched, licked, or kissed. My legs began to quiver, and I realized the two holding my arms were there to keep me upright.

My legs spread of their own accord. I realized then any anxiety had left me. All I had was a desire, to be caressed, to be eaten, to be theirs in every way, and to cum while they watched. Someone was on their knees, tongue probing my pussy, then sucking gently on my clit. Another was behind me, holding my ass cheeks apart and licking my asshole. Oh….god!

Then I exploded. My orgasm did not rise slowly. Rather, it rushed upon me, with no opportunity to hold back. I moaned, writhed, then screamed as it continued.

Before it was even done, I was lifted onto my back, onto a padded bench of some sort. My legs were held up and spread. Every part of me was exposed to them. Mouths ...

... consumed my nipples; a woman kissed me as a cock entered me. The next orgasm seemed to rise in me even before the first one finished.

I lost track of time. My mouth held fingers, cocks, and tongues. After the first cock in me, they alternated, sometimes my ass was fucked. Other times my pussy. And, always, there were fingers or a tongue on my clit. It almost seemed I was in a single state of coming. Would my heart give out? I didn’t care. Being fucked to death was better than most alternatives.

Then it ended. I was left on the bench, arms at my side, legs slightly spread. A blanket was laid over me and then wrapped around me. I was carried like that back to the limo, finding myself on the seat, my head on Greg’s lap, as he gazed down at me.

“Are you ok?”

I could only answer with a nod of yes.

“Well, you are one of us now.”

“What? One of you?”

“Yes, you are in the group. You passed. No one gets in without what you just went through.”

“Even you?” I asked.

“Yes, even me,” Greg replied. “No room for boundaries with this group.”