Group Sex

By Darren G. Burton

Group Sex is a selection of erotic fiction stories involving four or more sexual partners. It includes groups of singles and couples, partner swapping and swinging. Many people fantasize about scenarios like these, but never actually indulge in real life. This book brings those fantasies to life.

What's inside this erotic romance box set:

•Partner Swap
•Santa's Sexy Helpers
•Sex Boat
•On Fire With Desire
•Size Does Matter

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Darren G. Burton
• Release date: Nov 15, 2010
• ISBN: 9781452397917

Darren G. Burton

I have been a writer for over 30 years. I've written numerous full length works of fiction and non-fiction, as well as many short stories and [e-mail]

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Group Sex

Darren G. Burton

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Partner Swap

I watched as Greg lined up the shot with a pitching wedge and chipped the ball onto the green. It landed on the smooth, flat grass and rolled towards the flag.

Looks accurate, but I don’t think you’ve got quite enough on it, I said.

I’m not so sure, Joey, Greg replied, watching the ball intently.

It kept on trickling along on a direct course to the flag. Just when I was sure it was going to pull up inches short, the ball disappeared from sight as it dropped into the hole.

Yes! Greg punched the air in elation. I knew I had it!

Lucky shot, I quipped with a smile.

Maybe so, but I’ll take it, thank you very much. He looked at the scorecard. How far ahead does that put me now?

I checked the card. I’d already sunk my putt on the ninth. When Greg had failed to find the green, I thought it was a chance to peg the lead back a bit. But it hadn’t worked out that way. His birdie and my par just meant he’d extended his lead instead.

That now puts me six shots behind, I reported.

Greg slapped me good-naturedly on the back. Not bad for only half the course, wouldn’t you say?

Enjoy it while it lasts. I’m gonna get serious now. Just wanted to give you a head start.

The mid-afternoon autumn sun was pleasantly warm as we dragged our clubs to the tee for the tenth. I found it odd that hardly anyone else was out playing golf on such a beautiful Monday afternoon. Maybe it being a week day was the reason? Either way it was good to basically have the entire golf course to ourselves for a change. Any time we played on a weekend it entailed lining up to take a tee shot as if we were in a queue at MacDonald’s.

Once we arrived at the next hole, Greg extracted his powerful driver and carefully lined up his tee shot. The club raised back and swung forward in a powerful arc. I watched the ball sail through the air over the Par 5 fairway. It seemed like it was never going to drop. Finally it hit the turf, bounced several times, then continued rolling along the fairway for another fifty feet or so.

Greg punched the air again. I’m on fucking fire today!

I think you might be, I agreed

It was my turn. I took a few practice swings, then carefully positioned my feet, and the head of the club behind the ball. When I felt comfortable all was in order, I raised the club and swung as hard as I could. The club made a satisfying thud as it struck the golf ball cleanly. The ball soared into the sky. For a while it traveled in a straight trajectory above the fairway. Then, at the last moment it swung sharply to the left, like a guided missile following a jetfighter, and crashed into some trees.

Greg shrugged and turned to me. That didn’t work out too good, did it.

We strolled down the hill in search of my ball, the trees casting shadows across the fairway.

Lacey and I are going camping this weekend, Greg said as we walked. We were wondering if you and Kate wanted to come along. We’re taking the campervan. You don’t need to bring anything except your clothes, some food and drinks, and yourselves.

Sounds good, I said. I’ll run it by Kate tonight and see if she’s up for it.

Cool.

I found my ball lying half buried in dead leaves at the base of a tree. The trunk of the tree was right between my ball and the direction of the fairway.

I scratched my head.

Not your day today, is it? said Greg.

How the hell am I going to hit it out of here with this dirty great tree in the way?

Looks like you’re going to have to take a drop.

Great, I said, looking up into the branches. Another shot down.

* * *

Kate was preparing dinner when I arrived home at sunset. She was dressed in black tights that showed off her gorgeous butt nicely. Her torso was covered in a loose-fitting white T-shirt. Her straight blonde hair hung just below her shoulder blades. She glanced at me with her big blue eyes as I entered the kitchen.

Hi Babe.

I kissed her on the cheek as she went back to her task of chopping vegetables for a chicken stir fry. One of my favorite dishes.

How did you go at golf? she wanted to know.

I shook my head and snorted with derision. Don’t ask. But since you already have. Terrible. Greg beat me by eleven shots.

Was he playing extra well, or were you off your game today?

A bit of both, I think.

Kate dumped the chicken and vegies into a wok, where they sizzled and spluttered. She added some satay sauce and gave the mix a good stir, wiped her hands on a towel, then turned around and gave me a warm hug.

Lacey called me just before. She and Greg want to know if we’d like to go camping this weekend. Did Greg mention it at golf?

He did actually. What do you think? Should we tag along?

She broke the embrace and nodded. Could be fun.

Do you think?...you know.

That they want to do more with us than camp?

Yeah. I mean, we’ve suspected for a while that they’re swingers. Just some of the things they say at times, and the way they check us out and hint at things.

Does it matter if they are? Kate asked me. You and I have both been curious about experimenting for some time now, and I know you think Lacey’s pretty hot. And Greg’s pretty attractive as well. Our relationship is strong, and we’re very open. So maybe it’s time to take that step?

I took a beer from the fridge, unscrewed the cap and took several long swallows. I thought about if for a bit. Maybe she was right. They had discussed it at length on a number of occasions. It’s not that they were bored with their sex life at all. They had a wonderful sex life. But they were both the experimental type and liked to try new things. Adding a third person to the mix, or swapping partners with another couple, was something that greatly appealed to them both.

Okay, I said eventually.

Kate glanced over her shoulder as she stirred the food. Okay we’ll go camping? Or okay we’ll agree to play if that’s what they want?

I said, Both.

So you’re definitely okay with this?

I think so. Are you?

She nodded. Hard to really tell for sure, though, until we’re actually faced with it.

I know what you mean. I drank more beer. So, to be blunt and graphic, if I was sitting there and Lacey had my cock in her mouth, are you going to feel jealous?

Kate turned the heat down on the wok to the ‘Warm’ setting and let it sit.

I really don’t think so, she said honestly. Though it’ll probably feel a bit weird at first. It’ll be the same for you, I guess.

To be totally truthful, the thought of seeing another man fucking you and you getting off on it turns me on.

Her face lit up and she grinned. Really?

I nodded. So long as it’s all consensual and we only ever play together. Nothing behind each others’ backs.

I totally agree. She kissed me on the lips and hugged me again. Wanna know something? The thought of seeing Lacey taking your beautiful cock down her throat gets me really, really wet.

Are you wet now?

Yes.

Show me.

Kate pulled the black tights down over her thighs and calves and stepped out of them. She then proceeded to remove her underwear, hoisted herself up onto the kitchen bench and spread her legs before me, exposing her meticulously manicured pussy.

What about dinner? I asked.

She pointed to her