Gang Bangs and Group Sex

By Thomas Wainwright

True submitted tales of group sex and orgies, and how the individuals became involved in such sexual behavior. Not recommended for those offended by explicit depictions of sexual acts.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Thomas Wainwright
• Release date: Dec 8, 2010
• ISBN: 9781458167842

Thomas Wainwright

I've been collecting, writing, and editing books since 1980. I write and collect mainly erotica.

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Gang Bangs and Group Sex

Thomas Wainwright

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All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

Blow

There is a nude beach less than a hundred miles from where I live. I went there once in a while to get an all over tan, and to check out all the naked women, though the men outnumbered the women by five to one, at least.

Once in a while there was a beautiful woman at the beach, with fine tits, nice, round ass looking very sexy and inviting. For the most part though, the women I did get to see were older, sagging here and there, but sexy, nonetheless.

I liked to sit where people would pass by and check out my hairy hard on. That was the thrill I got, mostly, was letting everyone check out my boner. I loved people looking at me. The women would stare and smile, and keep walking, though some of them seemed to hang around and see what I would do with the bone.

The guys liked to walk around with semi erections, showing everyone. When I got hard, the guys would come very close and stroke themselves a little bit, which was fine with me. I wasn’t gay, but it was a thrill to see a hard boner on the beach in public like that.

That didn’t happen all day long every day, mind you. It was a once in a while thing, that’s all.

One particular day, however, there was a woman on the beach who really took the public sex display idea to new bounds. She had set up a little area close to me, about fifteen feet away. She looked around and slowly took off her clothes, actually doing a little strip right there on the beach. All she needed was a little music.

She was about forty-five years old or so. She had some nice, big tits, though they sagged just a bit. Her pussy was very hairy, a huge forest of hair that seemed to stretch from just below her navel to her thighs. I loved hairy women, and looking at her gave me an instant bone. She lay flat on her back, facing me, her legs spread slightly.

She reached up and rubbed her nipples, and they hardened immediately. She rubbed them, tweaked them, and her body started writhing around a bit. She spread her legs a little wider and moved a hand down to her pussy. She spread her legs very wide then, and I nearly came looking at that wide open pussy fifteen feet away. I stood and moved closer, seeming to follow my hard on as it pointed right at her pussy. Several other guys with boners walked up and began slowly jacking their dicks.

One guy squatted over her face and jacked off his uncut fat dick, and she reached for it, grasping it, and took it into her mouth. I had never seen that on the beach, ever.

She let go of his cock and sat up, reaching for several other cocks, and soon, the woman was surrounded by guys with hard dicks, stroking them, or she was stroking them. She would let go of one and stroke the next one in line while sucking the next one.

I wasn’t in line for that; I was too interested in watching this impromptu orgy. She instructed one of the guys, a guy with a particularly long dick, to lie down. She spread ointment all over his cock, and then on her ass hole. Positioning herself above him, she guided his cock into her ass, and sat on it, all the way down to his balls.

Then she asked one of the guys to fuck her, and then more guys crowded around. I had to shift my position to see what I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. She had a dick in her ass, one in her pussy, and as they moved, the guys’ balls slapped together. She had a cock in each one of her hands, jerking it, and one in her mouth.

I squatted close, slowly toying with my aching hard on. I’d never seen such a thing in my life, ever.

The guy fucking her in the ass lifted her off his cock, pulled his dick out of her ass, and shot on the other guy’s balls. He was replaced by another guy up her ass. Then the guy fucking her came, and the guy she was sucking came.

Some guys stroking around her simply pointed their dicks at her face and shot their loads on her. I didn’t count, but I think she had taken twenty loads of cum in her ass, on her ass, on her pussy, on her tits, and in her face before I stood, walked over, and bent my hard dick in her face and let my spunk join with the sperm of at least twenty others.

I pulled on my trunks and walked away. Driving home, I whipped out my cock and jacked off, driving down the freeway.

---Michael H., Florida

Strip Ping Pong

Nobody could beat my brother, Timmy, at ping pong. We had a ping pong table on our screened-in patio, and it seemed that Timmy just played all day, and no one ever beat him, even my father.

One day, my older brother, Paul, was playing him, and I was watching, waiting to play the winner, who would be, of course, Timmy. Paul came very, very close to winning, but lost by one point. I couldn’t believe it. It had lasted a long time, with one volley going for at least three, maybe four minutes.

Paul lost by a point. I’ll tell you what, I said, a plan brewing in the back of my head. Let’s play strip pong.

Timmy frowned. How do you play that?

Whoever loses the point, takes off a piece of clothing, I said.

He looked at me dubiously. I don’t know about that, he said.

Ah, so now, the unbeaten champ gets afraid, all of a sudden, said Paul. I knew it, you can win when it doesn’t matter, but put up something, and you turn chicken shit.

Maybe Paul