Gang Bang: Fucking the genies

Gang Bang: Fucking the genies

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

She was screaming. Screaming in pleasure in the way Mr Screaming Orgasm seems to achieve with every woman he touches. A rising crescendo terminated by the moans and groans of an orgasm only for it to nearly instantly start cycling over again. Three, then four until he reached his climax and dropped exhausted over her back.

Summary

She was screaming. Screaming in pleasure in the way Mr Screaming Orgasm seems to achieve with every woman he touches. A rising crescendo terminated by the moans and groans of an orgasm only for it to nearly instantly start cycling over again. Three, then four until he reached his climax and dropped exhausted over her back.

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Submitted: November 29, 2015

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Submitted: November 29, 2015

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By now all of us needed a comfort break and some food and drink, so we made good use of the time allowed to us.

That also gave me a chance to see how a few of the other girls were faring. The answers were more diverse than I’d expected. True, there were those in full survival ‘get me through the day’ mode. Kate was one; completely unimpressed by the guys she was with and feeling badly used even if undamaged; which of course is what we’d signed up for with this day.

Others indicated their guys were “OK” or not too bad; even acknowledging they gave pretty good climaxes. Shockingly (to me at least) a couple, who I won’t name for fear of getting them into trouble, were even looking forward to the next session. I could see that the overall impression I’d gained as they’d clustered together in the shredded police outfits was too pessimistic.

As we gathered again in the yard it was a matter of each girl attending to the two or three guys who previously captured her. They in turn were clustered in their groups on sun-lounges and outdoor chairs.

At first most of the girls seemed to be involved in just pampering their group; serving them drinks and snacks, sitting on their lap as they drank and generally looking after them. I was amazed how willingly the girls were doing it. Maybe it was a case of Stockholm syndrome, but most of them at least gave the impression of being quite comfortable with their role; almost as they might for boyfriends.

Here and there one or two were quickly into massages; over the far side I could see Flur already heading towards a hand job happy ending with whoever she was massaging, but on the whole, there was at this early stage, little or no obvious sex.

Eve and I between us were looking after Diego and the bombshell. I was worried about Eve’s attitude towards me. She’d suffered what I assumed was a fair amount of abuse while I had been somewhat protected at her expense. But she mustn’t have seen it that way, because from the words I managed to exchange with her, the attitude towards me was unchanged; one of we’re both having a bad day.

In the group next to us Anna was attending to Mr Screaming Orgasm and one other, much younger guy. What the bombshell had said put a whole different perspective on things. Early in the policewoman session I’d heard a girl scream out multiple orgasms. I’ve been there with him, I know what he does and what it feels like; there was no doubting who the male causing the commotion was. At the time I just thought “oh, there goes another girl”. Now I knew that other one was Anna and in all likelihood it was a complete set up that she had been ‘captured’ by this guy.

And I’d say she’s been captured in more ways than one. He’s lying face up on a lounge and she’s lying cuddled up alongside him; his arm around her back while she plays seductively with his chest hairs. The front drape of material of the bottom of her outfit isn’t folded demurely back between her legs. It’s lying across the front of his stomach; a corner lifted by his erection. There not the slightest attempt to create a barrier between her naked crutch which her spread apart legs is giving me a grandstand view of and his orgasm inflicting cock.

It’s obvious that Mr Screaming Orgasm is including his younger gangmate in the proceedings. The three of them are involved in an animated conversation and every now and then Anna reaches across and has a brief teasing play with the erection the younger guy is nursing in his lap.

Diego was on one sunlounge and had asked me to massage him, while Eve did the bombshell on another. Both of them had initially lay face down, so I found myself sitting over Diego’s bum while I leant forward and massaged his upper back. Eve had adopted a more demure posture of sitting alongside.

 I desperately wished Eve wasn’t there. The bombshell had shown me there was a person under that gorgeous, intelligent, if somewhat crazy façade. I wanted to have the sort of conversation that would give me a better insight into both her and Diego. Instead the conversation was necessarily stilted; in part because when you’re lying on your stomach, enjoying a massage, you don’t necessarily want to have you masseur prattling on and destroying your karma but more so because the sort of questions or comments from me that might really open up the discussion could be viewed as traitorous by Eve.

So I just made the best of the situation; sitting over one of his firm butt cheeks pushing my front crease hard enough down that his golden naked flesh was rubbing my clit with every movement I made. And all the while feeling up his hard muscular body as I rubbed and massaged his back; soaking in his compliments on my techniques as he moaned and groaned in pleasure.

At length, he asked Eve to go and get some drinks; immediately after her departure suggesting I massage the bombshell’s front. I desperately hoped that wouldn’t put Eve over his front when she returned.

As I changed lounges the bombshell flipped over. By now I’d decided I was going to play my role to its fullest. Maybe I’d change gangs, maybe I wouldn’t; but for the time being I’d act as if that was the direction I was heading in. Instead of sitting alongside her, I knelt at her head; my thighs straddling it as deeply as her shoulders would allow; my crutch elevated slightly off her forehead. She looked up at me and grinned. “I like your approach sweetie”. She was still in patronising mode; not meanly, just as a matter of habit in the way she encouraged others. I thought to myself at some stage I need to deal with her more as an equal.

I’ve never really been sure how to massage someone’s front without making it largely sexual. In her case I decided that didn’t matter; sexual it was going to be. I was fairly sure that’s why Diego put me there.

I bent over her, bringing my crutch over her face and lifting the front piece of my outfit over her head, so that her entire view was of my thighs and crutch framed by the front and back drapes of my outfit. That let me teasingly run my fingers under the hem of her bikini pants before stroking and caressing up her torso to around and then over the top of her breasts, finally tweaking up her nipples before reversing back down again.  Immediately she ran her finger through my front crease; I suspect to improve her view by creating a more obvious camel toe while giving her a chance to feel me up.

After quickly looking around to make sure Eve wasn’t too close and there were no other ears in range, I decided to bluntly ask “would I be an equal party in the relationship or just an add-on?”

The question had been undirected. If Diego wasn’t in on the concept, he’d be wondering what the hell I was talking about. Instead Diego answered.

“Within any relationship we’d be three equal partners. Martina helps me run the gang and we’re not suggesting you’d share that role, but that wouldn’t affect the relationship. Isn’t that right Martina?”

So, the bombshell had a name and it was Martina

From under my crutch she replied “That’s right sweetheart”, giving the now swollen nub of my clit a little squeeze as she spoke.

“So it would just be with you two. I wouldn’t be just a gang mole?”

They answered in unison “no!”

“And if the relationship’s not working I can disentangle myself from the gang without problems.”

“As long as you shutup, that’s all good. We may not let you in on the inner secrets of the gang until things are settled, but you’ll understand that”

Eva was coming back, so I stopped the conversation, instead sliding my fingers deeper into Martina’s bikini bottom. The massage – or maybe it was the earlier sex – had caused her to moisten up. As I slid a finger across her clit it was well lubricated and caused a deep intake of pleasurable breath from her.

I really didn’t want Eva to be tasked with massaging Diego’s front. It seemed the easiest way to bring my work with Martina to a close and get across onto Diego was to give her a happy ending as fast as I could without being too obvious about it.

Bending further down her body I ran a hand up each of her inner things before they came together in her crutch and played over the material of her bikini bottoms covering her clit; tickling it with the end of my finger. Again she sighed in pleasure; although the next thing I knew her hands were around my thighs and she’d brought her mouth up to my crutch, tonguing my clit through the thin material of the bikini bottoms.

That felt nice, but I was more motivated to finish her than get something in return. But if tonguing me down there added to her arousal, so much the better. I slid my finger back down inside her bikini bottoms and just started playing with her by now well lubed up clit, occasionally extending the finger further to penetrate her and draw out more juices. She might have liked me to work her g spot; but I was far from certain of being able to hit the right spot or sustain the pressure she seemed to like on it. Her clit was a more certain target. Awkwardly I managed to get my free hand back to play with one of her nipples while kissing up and down the flesh of her stomach between her bikini waistband and her navel.

I would have like to have sucked one of her nipples as that really seemed to get her going, but to do that without contorting my back into an impossible shape would have entailed lifting my crutch away from her face and she seemed to be really enjoying herself down there. I’d come to suspect that Martina’s bi inclinations had been somewhat suppressed for a while; unable to be expressed with another girl within the gang for fear of breaking down the internal discipline nor as a matter of loyalty and faithfulness to Diego, taken outside the gang.

Given that Eva had long since returned and was now sitting alongside Diego on his lounge conversing with him and with one of her hands resting in the small of his back, getting Martina to cum took much longer than I would have liked. But eventually I had her arching up her back while I felt her noisy orgasmic moans breathed through the now very damp material of my bikini bottoms into my crutch.

The sound of Martina’s orgasm attracted both Diego’s and Eve’s attention. As I lay on top of her in something close to a 69 position, letting her settle back down, I turned my head, caught Diego’s eye and with a cheeky grin asked “ Am I right in thinking I haven’t finished your massage yet?”

He smiled, almost chuckled, nodded his head and replied “That’s how I remember it. I wondered when you’d get onto it.”

Eve was sent off by Diego to – would you believe it – get a hair brush from the bathroom in the house and brush Martina’s long trusses, letting me move across to him as he turned over to lie on his back and sit straddling his cock without looking like a complete slut to Eve. The drapes of the outfit’s bottom tend to get tangled in your legs, so I’d had to quite meaningfully place the front one on his stomach and the back one on his thighs, to allow direct contact between his cock and my crutch; or at least as much direct contact as the bikini bottoms would allow.

When he first rolled over and I’d sat down on him his cock had been flaccid. Now I felt it inflate and engorge under my crutch; at first growing straight up against my clit and then as I moved to release it, straightening up along his stomach. The warmth of the blood flow flooding into it, its growing hardness and the feeling of the stretching of its skin as it lengthened all communicated themselves into my clit as I sat back down on it, even through the bikini bottoms. I was beginning to curse those bikini bottoms Martina had me wearing, but straddling him like I was, it was impossible to remove them without being incredibly obvious.

Facing the other way while I’d been dealing with Martina, I was now looking straight up Anna’s crutch again as she lay on top of Mr Screaming Orgasm pashing him while giving a fairly vigorous hand job to the other guys sitting alongside them. She had her mons pushed hard against his thigh and was actually rubbing it subtly against him as his erection pushed up the corner of the front piece of her outfit.

Something’s happened to Anna during the policewoman session. Stockholm syndrome or otherwise, Mr Screaming Orgasm seems to have emotionally captured her and the way things are going I suspect it’s only a matter of time – and not very much of that – before her screams are making themselves heard all around the yard again.

She might have always been vulnerable to someone like him. Her loyalty to Pablo wasn’t the slightest rewarded. He used his position as leader to screw around blatantly with all the girls in the gang in front of her, demanded her absolute faithfulness and I knew from the times he’d demanded sex from me, was an absolute lousy ungiving lover. I’m not that hard to bring to a climax and he’d never got one from me; just pounding away using all the silly moves he’d learnt from watching too much porn. It was only by the greatest exercise of tact and firmness I’d managed to keep his cock out of my arse. I doubted Anna had been that lucky.

If I had my doubts about Anna, they were confirmed as she pulled the guy she was giving a hand job to towards her as she sensed him about to cum and turned her body enough to let him empty his load into her impressive cleavage and across the gold material of her top. That wasn’t something she was forced to do; nor was it even for the guy who she was really trying to impress. I was shocked. As much as I’m thinking of accepting their offer, even I wouldn’t be doing that for anyone other than Diego and Martina.

The guy in turn, now satisfied again and deciding he was surplus to what he knew was about to happen between Anna and Mr S.O. found an excuse to be somewhere else.

The momentary distraction from Anna’s group hadn’t stopped me starting to massage Diego. I wasn’t really sure whose pleasure this was for. His chest and stomach muscles were like carved marble; not ridiculously built up, just perfectly proportioned and as unyielding in their strength as you’d possibly want them. As I caressed them something was throbbing in my crutch; whether it was my clit or his cock that it was firmly pushed against didn’t really matter. It just felt incredibly good.

There was only one place this was going to end and I was in a hurry to get there. Every other time today it had been a case of Diego having sex with me. Yes he made me cum, but it was in the context of our group’s submission to him and his guys. Now I wanted to make love to him; to give myself a better idea of what I might let myself in for.

I lay down on his chest, pulled the crutch of my bikini pants aside and introduced him to my body; not even allowing time for him to comment on the absence of a condom. I knew I was clean, I just hoped he was; although such issues seemed to matter to him, so I thought I was on reasonable grounds.

As I pushed him in until I could feel his mighty cock just touching my cervix and its base against my clit, I put my arms around him and kissed him; a full-on tongue wrestling kiss. No pumping, no thrusting; for the moment I just wanted to kiss him while our bodies were joined in this most intimate way. From the corner of my eye I glimpsed Martina grinning as she looked across at us but I pretended not to notice. Fortunately Eve had been focused in on Martina’s hair so hadn’t seen my quiet instigation of our next round of sex.

For maybe five minutes we lay like that; kissing as his hand stroked up and down my back, feeling up my bum cheek and generally caressing my skin. His touch was electric. I was already aroused. Now my passion was rising under the gentle passage of his hands in their exploration of my body. My will power to resist anything more physical and just enjoy the intense intimacy of our kissing was draining away.

As I lay on him I began rising up and down on his cock; slowly at first, just enjoying the play of it inside me and then as the passion kept rising I arched up over him; letting me bring my clit more effectively down against the base of his cock. Martina wasn’t the only one who liked her nipples played with. Fortunately she’d trained Diego well. Pulling down the top enough to give him access, he brought his lips up to swirl one around his mouth with his tongue while he played with the other between his fingers. 

Maybe the show I was putting on wasn’t quite a match for the intensely physical session he’d shared not that long ago with Martina, but there’s more than one way to make love and this one was working pretty well for me.

This orgasm was my orgasm; unlike every other one today, under my control and oh god it was beautiful; filling my body with pleasure as the contractions rippled through my tunnel against his cock. I just wanted to lay back down on him, cuddle up to him and lie with him like that forever. But that would have to wait for another day. His cock was throbbing inside me waiting for its own release. Already he was pumping gently up from underneath me, clearly enjoying the play of the flesh of his mighty piston against that of my well lubricated vagina.

I squeezed him tighter as I began lifting up and down again. In his enthusiasm his own thrusting from underneath became more forceful until the tip of his cock delivered a meaningful blow to my cervix. Martina seemed to like having hers pummelled by his over-length cock. Only one other guy has ever reached mine and I’ve always found it somewhere between uncomfortable and outright painful. It is actually one of my concerns about taking up their offer.

He heard my little squeal of pain. Through his growing ecstasy he groaned out a “sorry” and stroked his hand through my hair; more importantly immediately reducing the depth of his powerful upward strokes. I felt the moment before his release transmitted through his cock; was it a swelling of the bell, a tensioning of his whole member? I wasn’t sure. But more than the rising passion in his groans or the rapid pace of his breathing I knew in that instant before it happened that he was about to flood my tunnel with his cum.

With a sigh his head dropped back and he thrust hard up from underneath me as the pulsing of his cock and the play of his ropes of cum against my vaginal wall left no doubt about the happy ending of the massage session. But even in the uncontrolled ecstasy of his climax he brought his final hard thrusts up short; making sure he didn’t hurt me again.

Somewhere in the final moments of the sex I was sharing with Diego, something else had penetrated my intense focus on Diego and our shared pleasure. The sound of another girl cumming; and doing it very loudly. Almost automatically, “one” my brain had counted, then a few minutes later “two”. Now as I lay post colitially on Diego’s chest, I looked up to see Anna bent over the sunlounge she’d been sharing with Mr S.O., the back drape of her costume lifted up and spread over her back to expose her naked butt. He was at it again, doing her doggy style; one hand playing with an exposed nipple, the other wrapped around her thigh and playing with her clit.

She was screaming; screaming in pleasure in the way Mr Screaming Orgasm seems to achieve with every woman he touches. A rising crescendo terminated by the moans and groans of an orgasm only for it to nearly instantly start cycling over again. Three, then four until he reached his climax and dropped exhausted over her back.

He loitered there resting on her back. Maybe for just a tad too long because as he withdrew his condom fell off his flaccid cock and down onto the front drape of Anna’s costume lying between her knees, spilling its contents.

And what of the others?

It was getting late. Our time here was nearly up. As might be expected, the guys seemed keen to get in a final fuck. All over the yard girls in genie outfits were sitting straddled over a guy on a lounge; not all of them, but enough to make it a clear pattern. Where I could see their breasts, they were universally exposed; the top pulled down to let them bounce up and down with their rise and fall or be played with or sucked.

Some girls seemed lucky enough just to be dealing with one guy at a time, but most seemed to be juggling the needs of their whole group; a cock in a hand while their vagina wrapped around another. I could see Pip with her three juniors; sitting on one, sucking another and jerking off a third; but she wasn’t the only one so engaged. Again I was getting off lightly.

As I lay on him, I felt Diego move his arm to let him see his watch. Maybe five minutes later he did it again, this time patting my bum and asking to be let up. Lying back face down on the lounge, feeling guilty about being left to myself when all the other girls were engaged, I watched as he walked over to where his deputy was playing with Sofia and spoke to him. Then both of them got up and started walking around, approaching each of the groups and having a whispered conversation before writing something in small spiral notebook.

Watching Diego, I’d quite forgotten about Martina and Eve. Suddenly I felt Martina lying over the top of me; sensing Eve had followed, sitting alongside us, still dutifully brushing Martina’s hair. Martina slid her hands under my prone body and started to feel up my nipples as I could feel her mons pushed into my bum crack as he legs lay outside mine. She brought her head close to mine, whispering into my ear “stay. Don’t even go back tonight.”

Martina would know I couldn’t answer; unable to get my mouth close enough to her ear for Eve not to hear. But the truth was I wasn’t sure. Tempted, yes; definitely actually. More than tempted. It was what I wanted. But it was a big change. A life changing one and one that was more than a bit scary. Changing gangs has consequences. I was sure Diego would protect me but it meant I always had to be on my guard. I needed time to think; time that I wasn’t going to get here and now.

Diego took the notebooks up to the door of the house where he was met by one of the other bikini clad girls we’d fought this morning and handed them to her. And here I thought they all gone home for the day. If they were all inside I wonder if they been watch out the windows as their boyfriends had spent the day fucking us.

Then Diego came back, and asked Eve and myself to excuse them as he took Martina aside. When he came back, Diego had an erection again. I don’t know what he said to her, but he took Eve by the hand and led her around the back of a nearby tree where the towels he and Martina had been lying on during the policewomen session were still laid out. The erection made it clear what he had in mind for her and I have to admit, I felt quite jealous. Surely that should have been me.

It was only when Martina made me lie on the lounge with her, each of us lying on our sides facing the other, that what this was about became clear. Yes, Martina pushed herself hard against me in a sexual way, but it gave her a chance to talk to me.

“Don’t go back tonight. Pablo’s going to be crazy. It’s too dangerous.”

“But I just want to go home and think about it. I am tempted and I probably will accept your offer, but it’s a big decision I want to make with a clear head.”

“And what if you don’t get to go home? What if you have to go to the clubhouse?”

Naively, I thought that would be no big deal. If I get summoned, I’d have to go. They know where I live and I couldn’t just ignore them. Indeed that’s one of the problems with accepting their offer. I’d need to move out of home quick smart. But as for going to the clubhouse, we’ve all seen Pablo in an ape-shit mood before. It’s not pretty, but you just lay low, stay out of the direct line of fire and wait for it to blow over.

“Well I’ll just wait until I do get a chance to think about it.”

Martina looked seriously at me. “I think you underestimate Pablo. You’re going to get a pouch before you go. In your pouch will be a number for “Shirley”. It’s a burn number, so no one can trace it back here. Put it on your phone as soon as you get back to your car. Call that number if you want to come around or you need help.”

The reason for Diego’s and his deputy’s little walk around with a notebook gradually became obvious.

When Diego re-emerged from behind the tree with Eve he moved to the centre of the yard and in his most commanding voice called out, “Ok Ladies, it nearly time to go home. Would you all come over here please?”

After we’d all collected, a couple of the bikini clad girls from the morning came around and after checking the number still written on our shoulder against a list, attached a little pouch, like a golden marble bag, to the gold chain joining the front and back of the bottom of our costumes. I felt mine. It was stuffed full of something; if I was lucky it was dollar bills.

Before we could all start pulling it open he spoke again. “Ladies, what’s in the bag is our little thankyou for those who played their role and treated us nicely this afternoon; a tip if you’d like. I hope those who looked after their guys feel the tip is appropriate to your efforts. Those few of you who wanted to play surly; well, the tips going to be a little meaner. I’d suggest you wait until you’re somewhere private before examining it.

Thankyou for your time and if you ever want to challenge our girls again I’m sure we can accommodate you. We’d look forward to having you back for another day.

Now if you’d like to proceed down the drive and pack yourself back in the pickups, we’ll take you back to where we found you.”

We’d got here packed like sardines in the back of pickups with their backs covered and went back the same way. The only difference this time is that we weren’t tied up. In the dark I found myself squashed between Flur and Kate. Unfortunately Kate had laid down with her feet the opposite way to me and as her front piece fell to the side I found myself with my face in her naked pussy. All our pussies had been well used today; there was nothing erotic about that.

Walking back along the beach I was at last thankful for the bikini bottoms. Our swimwear had been cut up so even those few pieces still lying around in the sand were useless. There weren’t that many other people on the beach but all the other girls were acutely aware they weren’t decent even for a beach. The last thing they wanted to attract right now was the attention of someone who might call the police.

At last I was back in my car. It had been a long day and I was just looking forward to getting home. But curiosity was getting the better of me. I’d just removed the pouch and was about to check it when Anna tapped on my window holding up her phone. There was a group text from Pablo; “Get fucking back here now”. I checked. The same message was on mine.

Damn. That wasn’t good. Maybe Martina was right. As the other’s drove off I loitered.

First I emptied the contents of the pouch. As I thought, it was a fist full of bills. Enough to let me indulge myself a little. Before I counted them I took the phone number Martina had given me and transferred it to my phone. For a minute I considered calling it straight away. But, no, I thought, I can see through whatever is bugging Pablo and give myself time to think.

Almost as an afterthought I’d thought I’d count the bills. I had started counting when I noticed they looked different to any bill I was used to seeing. Then it dropped. Shit, they were $100 bills. There was $5,000 there; five fucking thousand dollars. More than I’d had at any one time in my life.

There was no way I was going to the clubhouse with this stash. On the way to the clubhouse I stopped at my bank, thankful again for the bikini bottoms which converted my outfit to something decent as I stood on the street, and put $4,500 in the ATM. As far as the world was concerned, I’d been given $500.


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