Adult Only (18+) Erotica [FMMMMM]

There’s this wild members only sex club in Florida that my husband and I like to visit to spice thing up. They throw the wildest theme parties and tonight, my husband and I were dressed in togas for their annual Toga Party. We paid extra for an upstairs bedroom in the two story mansion on Biscayne Bay though the action was in the backyard. IT was a wild bacchanalia of hedonism. Sex everywhere. Wine flowing. My husband was watching the action but what he didn’t know was that I was longing for a gangbang. I left him watching a girl blowing two guys to look for the club’s hostess, Chelsea, to see if she could arrange for my gangbang. I found Chelsea, a hot blonde in a toga, at the closed pool bar refilling empty wine pitchers for the wine table on the terrace.

“Chelsea, can I talk to you?”

“Sure,” she said, setting down the pitcher to give me her full attention. She looked worried as if I was going to complain or report that something was wrong.

I shyly said, “I, uh, want a gang bang and I don’t want my husband to know.”

Her shoulders relaxed as a grin spread over her face.

She asked, “Gang bang or a train?”

“What?”

“Multiple guys at once in all holes or one at a time?”

“Oh, one at a time.”

“Not to be gross but can they finish on you?”

“Yeah. Just not the face. And I’ll give hand jobs for the waiting guys.”

“I can arrange that. I’ll catch up with you in about fifteen minutes. Okay?”

I gave her a chipper, “Okay.”

I filled up my goblet with wine and quaffed it down to get drunk fast. Chelsea was true to her word. Fifteen minutes later, she tapped me on my shoulder.

She said, “I have five fellas. They’re ready. Are you sure you want to do this?”

I nodded. “Will you stick around?”

“I’ll make sure they don’t get too rough. We stop when you say stop. Don’t worry. Security will be right outside the door.”

She gestured for me to follow her and we tripped over the lawn to the pool house. Walking past the muscle bound security guard outside the door put me at ease. This was all under my control. In the middle of the room was a table on which sat a thin, sheet covered mattress. Chelsea gestured to it and hopped up, feeling a bit like being at the gynecologist. Chelsea left. I sat there, waiting, getting more and more nervous by the second. Chelsea entered with five toga clad men. They filed in before she closed the door behind her. Tall, short, bald, muscular, horny; they stared at me as they massaged their hard-ons beneath their togas. I’ve never been so scared and so alive.

It was just little five foot three, blonde, buxom me sitting on a table. I really felt like Roman spoils of war as men in togas surrounded me, massaging their hard dicks. The most aggressive of the five stepped forward and pushed me back against the bed. He flung up my dress and yanked off my panties, discarding them on the floor before he pulled me by my legs to the table’s edge. The raw pink of my vagina was now fully exposed to strange men. I began to get sopping wet.

One. He stood between my outstretched legs. He took a condom from the basket and slid it over his stiff cock. His hands gripped my hips as he penetrated me. I felt as though an electric cattle prod had been shoved up my snatch. My vagina quivered and I looked away in shame and shock as he pumped inside me. Another guy stepped up to my head. He took my hand and wrapped it around his dick sticking from his toga. I began to jerk him off. I closed my eyes as this strange man’s dick jostled back and forth in my tightness.

He growled, “Look at me, bitch. Look at me!”

I opened my eyes and looked at him over my bouncing tits. I stared at him. With a grimaced look, he thrusted balls deep.

“Uuhhhhhh!!!!” he loudly groaned as he climaxed.

He pulled out, whipped off the condom and smeared his hot spunk all over my thigh. He slowly moved aside as a bald guy stepped up between my legs. The guy I was jacking off tightened my grip on his dick so I squeezed it harder as I picked up the pace. Two. The condom was already on the bald guy’s fat, stubby penis. He grabbed my thighs, raising them up in the air as he pulled me to the edge and shoved chub inside me. I threw my head back as a stranger’s dick filled my wet hole. It was orgasmic and my ragged breath wanted to beg him to stop but I bit it back as I enjoyed his fucking. He suddenly withdrew to cool down and a third guy quickly took his place.

Three. The tall guy with curly brown hair had a long, curved dick. It was ten inches. The condom covered most of him but there was still three inches of skin between the condom’s edge and his pubic hair. His hands split open my thighs and he pointed in. He jabbed it forward in controlled little thrusts and I staring at it, I started to cum. A man’s big hand landed on my jiggling boob and squeezed it, pinching my hard nipple. Another hand grabbed my other boob, pulling it from the dress.

“Oh, oh, oh,” I cried as the tension burst forward and uncoiled like a striking snake.

I bucked against him before stilling myself and he withdrew. He was quickly replaced by four.

Four. A sexy young light skin black guy with a six pack torso under his loose toga jammed his dick into me.

“Oh, God!” I cried as the dying orgasm reignited and spasmed out of control.

I orgasmed again, squeezing the dicks in my hand as I did. The cute guy leaned over me, and with my legs over his shoulders, he forced my knees to my ears as he pounded me like it was his mission to make me cum. I let go of the dicks to rub his shoulders before and then half-heartedly push him away as part of my rape fantasy. He withdrew. My legs fell over the table’s edge to be picked up once more. A penis head probed my raw fold before number five drove into me. It was all moving so fast. He withdrew.

Fuck me like a piece of meat.

The chubby dick jammed into me again. Hands still pawed at my chest. My pussy was dull and taking it like a porn star. I nearly lost consciousness. Then it stopped. My eyes were closed. Cool air rushed in as their hot bodies backed away. Chelsea stepped up to me.

She asked, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Just let me lie here a while.”

“Can the guys finish on you?”

“Yeah.”

Three guys stepped forward and furiously jerked off over my tits and thighs until jizz flew onto my tits and tummy on which they wiped their sticky dicks. They backed away to gingerly wipe themselves off with clean hand towels. They began to leave, opening the door in which air and party noise flowed in. She patted my hand before leaving me in peace as she closed the door behind her. I laid there, resisting the urge to curl up and fall asleep. When my breathing returned to normal, I wiped the sweat from my brow and sat up to ease off the table. On wobbly legs, I straightened my toga and hair and half staggered to the bathroom where I wet a towel and cleaned the spunk off my body. My pussy felt like it’d been hit with a baseball bat. My knees were so wobbly but I managed to work them and started to leave the room. The security guy was still standing there, making sure no one doubled back to take advantage of me. He grinned at me before moving on. I caught up with my husband watching a couple of lesbians getting it on. I leaned on him with shaky knees and he glanced at me before taking a good look at me to notice my messed up hair and make-up. His eyebrow arched in surprise.

He asked, “Did you screw someone?”

My dreamy smile gave me away.

“I’m going to bed. Knock when you come home. Have fun, sweetheart. Love you.”

He questioned me no further. I kissed his cheek and wobbled away into the house.

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