The Gangbang Bundle (4 explicit double stuffed group sex stories) (7 page)

My legs begin to tremble, and someone reaches around to my breast, pulls on my hard nipple.

It sends me completely over the edge.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh
yessssss
!” I toss my head back, panting heavily as I shove my pussy into Mike’s face, demanding more, more,
more
from his tongue and fingers while I come hard against him.

As I’m still quivering from my orgasm, Kyle pulls me up to standing. He bends me over, supporting me with strong arms. I feel his hard dick pressing against my sopping pussy, and I reach behind myself. I guide his cock past my wet lips, into my hungry hole. I cry out as he buries himself deep inside of me, filling me up.

Mike moves around to my head, and I’m at eye level with his rock hard cock. He moves forward, pushing into my lips. I open my mouth and he thrusts, not stopping until he hits the back of my throat.

The two of them move together. Kyle pulls me backward by my hips, pounding me from behind. Mike’s got his hands behind my head, moving me forward as he drives his rigid dick into my mouth.

I can’t help but feel a little like a ragdoll as they push and pull me, filling my mouth and pussy with their hard cocks.

I feel myself getting closer and closer to another orgasm, and I can tell that Mike and Kyle are right there with me as the two of them thrust their erections into my holes with increasing urgency.

Mike is the first to go. He grabs my hair, forcing his dick deep into my mouth as he lets out a groan. I feel the hot spurt hit the back of my throat, and I swallow it down.

Kyle’s still driving himself into my pussy, going hard and fast, as Mike slips his cock out of my mouth. He reaches a hand around and snakes it between my legs. His thumb finds my swollen clit and he presses that hot button, moving in a slow circle.

It’s more than I can take. I let out a wordless cry and arch my back, hips bucking against his rigid dick as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashes into me.

I’m still riding my orgasm when Kyle’s hands tighten on my hips and I hear him give a low groan. He pounds his cock into me once, twice, and on the third pump I squeeze my pussy around him. Then I feel him explodes inside of me, his breathing shallow and ragged.

Kyle slides his penis out of me, and I straighten myself up on shaky, unsteady legs. A mixture of his juices and mine are trailing down my thigh, and I feel deliciously used. But I’m still aching for more, and I smile at John and Chuck, licking my lips. They’ve got their hard dicks in their hands, ready for me.

Chuck sits down on the picnic bench, then pats his lap, welcoming me. I straddle him and lower myself down onto his waiting cock.

We both moan when he pushes himself up off of the bench to meet my descending hips, driving all of his impressive length into my eager hole. I grip his shoulders, holding on tight as I begin to ride him.

I feel John against my back, hands groping and kneading my ass. He moves a finger between my cheeks, playing at my ass hole. He eases the finger inside, pushing it in slowly, and I let out a low groan when he begins moving it in and out of me. I push myself back into his hand, loving the feel of having something inside of both my holes.

"Oh god, yeah..." I moan, arching my back as Chuck fucks my pussy and John fingers my ass. I'm ready for more, desperate to be thoroughly consumed by the men around me. I've never felt two dicks fuck me at one time before, but I'm suddenly dying for it. And if there was ever a perfect opportunity, this is it. I turn my head over my shoulder. "Fuck me. Fill me up..." I demand between panting breaths.

John doesn't need to be told twice. He removes his finger and I feel his hard dick between my cheeks, pressing against my tight little hole.

He guides his impressive cock inside, slowly pressing forward and spreading me out little by little. I whimper, gripping Chuck's shoulders tighter, as he buries himself in my ass.

I cry out when he's completely inside of me, reveling at the sensation of being filled so completely. I move my hips and let out a sharp gasp. The feel of two hard dicks moving within me at the same sends intense waves of pleasure flooding through my entire body. It's unlike anything I've ever experienced, and I'm eager for more of it.

"Oh fuck yeah," I moan, moving my hips again, trembling against the heat that's rising up, unfurling through my body. "Fuck me, fuck me hard..." I beg.

John and Chuck begin to move themselves in and out of me, falling into a steady rhythm with one another. I'm moaning with their every thrust, fire licking me from the inside out, threatening to consume me completely.

I turn my head as Chuck and John pound away at me, and see that Kyle and Mike are on either side of our sandwich, watching me with hungry eyes and stroking twin erections.

I reach my arms out to my sides, taking one in each hand. I grip them firmly, running my fingers up and down their shafts as I'm being fucked.

I feel the pressure inside of me building, radiating up and out from my filled holes, moving through my body and leaving every inch of my tingling and burning hot.

I'm crying out with each and every thrust now, and Mike, John, Kyle and Chuck are right there with me. The five of us are a sweaty tangle of bodies, all connected and moving in time with one another, driving each other closer and closer and closer to oblivion.

I begin thrashing my head from side to side, bucking my hips hard, forward onto Chuck's throbbing dick, and then back, driving John's erection deeper into my ass.

Just when I think I can't possibly take any more, Chuck let's out a primal groan, gripping my hips and driving himself into me with more force than ever before, his perfect dick going deep and hitting my g-spot with intense force. I feel a warm spurt of cum against my pussy walls as my own orgasm crashes into me.

I cry out, tossing my head back, thrashing as my entire body is quivering and on fire. I squeeze my tight backdoor hole around John's dick, and I feel him begin to tremble against me, strong fingers digging into my hips, pulling my back, thrusting himself into me harder and harder as he drives himself to his own orgasm. His teeth graze my shoulder as he cums, and the sensation sends new ripples of pleasure through me.

Mike's hand goes around mine, and he lets out a groan as he forces me to pump his cock faster. Kyle follows, guiding my other hand over his own throbbing erection at a furious pace.

The two of them cry out at the same time, and I milk them hard, coaxing hot, glistening white streams from both of them.

I slump forward as the aftershocks of my orgasm shoot through me. All five of us are breathing heavily, slowly recovering from our own personal earthquakes.

My body is glistening with sweat, covered in my own fluids and those of the four men surrounding me. I've never felt more deliciously used in my life, never felt so thoroughly fucked or so completely satisfied.

I let out a contented sigh as I gather my discarded clothes from the grass.

***

K
yle slows the Jeep down, coming to a stop outside of my apartment building’s front entrance. I climb over Chuck to get out of the backseat. I stand on legs that are still a bit wobbly, straighten my white tee shirt over my belly, and close the door behind me.

"Thanks, guys," I say, leaning into the window. "That was
exactly
what I needed." I give them an exhausted but happy grin, and am met with four smiles that mirror my own.

"You should hang out with us again sometime. You're really something else, Renee." Chuck says, giving me a mischievous wink.

"Yeah, definitely," Kyle agrees. "We'd love to have you over to our place any time you like." He says, and the others nod in agreement.

I smile at the four sexy lacrosse players. "I just might take you up on that." I say, and give them one last sexy smirk before turning away from the car. I make sure to sway my hips as I head towards my building, because I know that there are four pairs of eyes checking out my ass as I go.

There's a honk from the Jeep’s horn as it drives away. I smile widely when I see that the lights inside of our apartment are still on, meaning that my roommates are still awake.

I can't wait to tell them
all
about my babysitting job...

“C
an I buy you a drink?”

I turned to the man who had taken the barstool next to me, ready to tell him thanks, but no thanks. I was in no mood to be hit on tonight. I had sorrows to drown, and that was best done alone.

But the words got lost somewhere between my head and my mouth when I looked over at him.
Holy hell
, was he ever good looking. Dark brown hair, chiseled features, striking blue eyes. He was well groomed and wearing expensive clothes; definitely not the type of man I’d ever expect to find in a cheap dive bar in West Hollywood.

“Well?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at me. 

“Oh! Um, sure.” I mumbled, blushing fiercely. I hadn’t realized that I’d been staring. I quickly finished my drink as he motioned for the bartender.

“I’ll have another rum and diet soda.” I said.

“Oh no, you can’t drink that,” the man said, waving a hand. “A beautiful woman like you needs something with some style and sophistication.” He turned to the bartender. “We’ll have two dirty martinis, shaken.”

My head was spinning. I’d never had a man order for me before. It seemed so old fashioned, so manly. And he’d called me beautiful! This gorgeous man thought that
I
was beautiful? 

“Dante Stone.” He said once the bartender had left, extending his hand to me. I reached out and shook it, and a tiny jolt of electricity shot through my palm. Dante’s eyes bored into mine, intently studying my face.

“Heather. Heather Kelly.” I said, grateful when the bartender returned with our drinks. It was an excuse to break the intense eye contact.

“It’s lovely to meet you.” Dante said, his voice smooth. He took a sip of his martini and I followed suit.
Woah
, I had to try hard not to make a face. This was definitely different from my usual rum and diet cola, which suddenly seemed like a very immature drink. A dirty martini seemed like a
real
cocktail.

“I have to ask, are you an actress, Heather?”

I gave him a surprised look. I couldn’t help but wonder how he could tell. 

“I’m trying to be.” I sighed, and my voice sounded sad and pathetic, even to me. I blushed a little. “It’s just so much harder than I thought it would be. I bombed an audition today, yet again.” I took a long sip of my cocktail to hide my frown. Dante gave me , sympathetic smile, his blindingly white teeth gleaming against the dim light in the bar.

“I just knew you were an actress. You have an aura about you, a magnetism.” He said it with total confidence, with the air of someone who knew what he was talking about.

“You really think so?” I asked. It was the nicest thing anyone had said to me in months, and I hadn’t realized how desperately I’d needed a compliment. I felt myself sitting up a little bit straighter.

“Oh, absolutely.” He gave a sage nod as he sipped his drink. His eyes traveled over me, taking in every inch of me. I tried not to shrink under his scrutinizing gaze.

“Well, thank you for saying so. I really needed to hear it tonight.” I admitted, and gave him a shy smile. “Let’s just hope a casting director at an audition agrees with you, and soon. I’m going to have to move back home to Iowa if I don’t catch a break.” I took a long sip of my martini. The taste was definitely growing on me.

“I wouldn’t worry too much about that.” Dante waved a hand, his watch glinting in the light. It was bright platinum and obviously very expensive. “I see girls every day who are trying to make it. Most of them are missing that special something, that
spark
. But not you. You’ve got it.”

I perked up at that.

“Oh, do you work in the movie business?” I asked, my eyes wide and hopeful. Oh, wouldn’t that just be something? Maybe my luck was finally turning around.

“Yes, I’m a producer.” He nodded. His blue eyes studied me for a moment, blazing with intensity. It was unnerving, the way he was staring, sizing me up. It almost felt like he was looking through me, right to my soul. Then he gave me a dazzling grin.

“And come to think of it, we’re holding auditions tomorrow for something I think you might be perfect for.”

“Really?” I asked, and I couldn’t hide the hope in my voice. “Oh, that would just be amazing!” I clasped my hands together in front of my chest.

I watched as Dante produced a business card and a sleek
Mont Blanc
pen from his jacket’s inner pocket.

“Yes, I’d really love it if you could come,” He said, and scribbled something on the back of the card. “Here’s my card. It’s got all my info on it, and I wrote the studio address on the back. The audition is at eight o’clock tomorrow night.” He handed me the card.

“Of course I’ll come!” I said, glancing down at the elegant business card. “Oh, I’m so glad that I met you. You have no idea. I really, really needed this.” I gushed, before I could stop myself. Between the alcohol and my excitement, I just couldn’t hold myself back.