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Stimulating Stories About Group Sex
A Compilation of Literate Erotica
Making Waves
by Harry Merkin
This
short story is a work of
fiction. Names, characters,
places and incidents
either are the product of
the author’s vivid
imagination or are used
fictitiously. Any
resemblance to actual human
beings, living or dead,
business enterprises,
events or locales is
entirely coincidental.
Cast of Characters
Dave
and Denise - The homeowners and hosts of frequent hot tub sex parties.
Denise is an ICU nurse, as are all the other females.
Gore, Jr. and Beth - Within a few months after his birth, as determined
by his sisters, his name devolved from Gore, Jr., to Baby Gore, to
Little Gore, and finally (much to his parent's consternation), to
Gorilla. The nickname served him well in high school and college
football. It is on his business cards at the Porsche dealership and he
is always a hit at Luftgekült. Beth was the first of her peers to lose her virginity.
Bill and the 3rd ICU nurse - A newlywed couple.
Harry and the 4th ICU nurse - Harry's blind date was the last of her
peers to lose her virginity. She has a beautiful singing voice and a
wicked sense of humor. She and Gorilla were childhood next-door neighbors. They were inseparable for years and co-wrote during a summer in high school their parody, Vampira Guantanamera.
The action occurs one month into the New Year, around a patio and hot tub in a gated community in south Florida.
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There
was another hot tub party scheduled for the night of the big game and
Dave assured
me that his wife’s friend really wanted to meet me. He reminded me,
“everyone gets laid,” and, “no swim trunks allowed.” It seemed like a
win-win proposition.
I got
there on time and found two couples and the extremely cute blind date already in the tub,
drinking beer or wine, and snacking - all of them apparently
naked. (Denise, Dave's well-endowed wife had her two big
distractions half in - half out of the water.) I undressed in the
bedroom marked with a chair by the door, with several towels on its
seat. Inside, there were coats and jackets on the bed, shoes on
the floor in front of a dresser and three bins on the dresser with the
names of the three guest couples written on masking tape. One bin was for the blind
date and me.
I wrapped a towel around my waist and walked out.
Dave, a custom boat outfitter, had
built a very convenient teak serving table around two sides of the tub.
Everyone was ignoring the action on the huge TV on the wall and the
volume on the speakers was muted.
Denise
is a great cook and her salacious theme tonight was papaya. There were
grilled papaya wedges drizzled with her signature rum and coke reduction;
papaya, habanero and mango chutney; Jamón Ibérico and manchego cheese panini;
and papaya sorbet in the ice cream maker. And, lest I forget, a ceramic
half papaya bowl filled with assorted condoms was by the napkins and
cutlery.
I
sat next to the
blind date and discovered we had both been dumped at around the same
time from long-term relationships, and that she was not ready to start
anything serious. After a while, we noticed the other couples in
the tub were making out and still no one was watching the TV in the
porch. The blind date did not object when I moved very close and
put an arm around her.
A
bit later Dave and Denise went out and said the spare bedroom was
available for those wanting to have sex (Denise asked that we not do it
on the coats, as had happened in the past). The newlywed
shot out of the water and said, “We go first.” He and his bride had
been embracing and his erection was large. She called out
his name and tried to cover his penis. When he would not move, she
grabbed it, pulling him back in. He slipped, almost landing on his wife
with a tsunami splash that soaked the remaining food. Everyone started laughing
and those two were all over each
other. The girl got free and jumped out and did not cover herself
with a towel. She turned to her tipsy husband and
asked if he was coming. He got out and they went into the house
giggling and grabbing each other.
The
blind date and I then
started kissing and fooling around - it must have been the nudity, our
nearness, and seeing the neighbors necking. She held my penis
and I slid a finger between her labia. Once she was warmed up, I
whispered asking to put a finger in her vagina. She said, "Yes." I soon
found the right spot and massaged it both from within and with my thumb
on the outside. She was electrified. Her breathing became a rapid panting and her moaning was music to my ears. She experienced multiple orgasms and continued pumping my penis.
Before long, we were getting frequent waves lapping onto us. I told her that Beth and Gorilla were having sex. She called out, "Beth, are you and Gorilla fucking?"
"Of course we are. What are you and Harry doing?"
"He has given me more orgasms in the last few minutes than I got all last year."
"How is he doing it?"
"With his fucking fingers. It's amazing."
"Stand so I can see how he is doing it."
"Beth, I don't want you to see my pussy."
"I'm a nurse. I see naked people all the time."
"You won't tell anyone at the hospital?"
"No. Let me see."
"Okay."
She stood and I continued my pincer maneuver and she had another orgasm in front of Beth and Gorilla. They applauded.
Beth
suggested we have a race to see which guy can last the longest at
intercourse. The blind date reached over to the papaya bowl to get me a
condom.
We stayed at opposite corners of the hot tub and were soon creating huge waves. Gorilla and I finished simultaneously and the girls cheered.
The four of us jumped out of the bodily fluid soup and continued the celebration. After a few more drinks, Beth asked Gorilla and the blind date to sing their funny song.
They
stood naked, but felt no shame. She beheld his manhood and he beheld
her womanhood, and it was very good. They moved closer, held hands and
sang the parody:
(Lyrics © 2019)
Yo soy un hombre sin cerdo
De donde carecen las palmas
Yo soy un hombre sin cerdo
De donde carecen las palmas
Y antes de dormirme quiero
Cantar mis penas porcinas
Guantanamera
Vampira Guantanamera
Guantanamera
Vampira Guantanamera
Mi verso es de una vampira mala
Y de su colmillo carmino
Mi verso es de una vampira mala
Y de su colmillo carmino
Mi verso es mí cerdo herido
Que busca en el monte más sangre
Guantanamera
Vampira Guantanamera
Guantanamera
Vampira Guantanamera
Cultivo la caña alta
En junio como en enero
Cultivo la caña alta
En junio como en enero
Para el amigo cerdo
Y su hocico de duelo y espanto
Guantanamera
Vampira Guantanamera
Guantanamera
Vampira Guantanamera
Y para el cerdo muerto-vivo
Mí corazon esta herido
Y para el cerdo muerto-vivo
Mí corazon esta herido
Nardo y hormiga consigo
Compongo la maldicíon
Guantanamera
Vampira Guantanamera
Guantanamera
Vampira Guantanamera
Con los hombres de la tierra
Quiero yo mí mal sueño enviar
Con los hombres de la tierra
Quiero yo mí mal sueño enviar
El arroyo de la sangre
Lo odio más que la maraña
(Lyrics © 2019)
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The End
Harry Merkin (a nom de guerre)
is a dick-brain who is more
articulate than an arthropod
and has many ways with words.
He tries desperately not to
write like Edward
Bulwer-Lytton, but often
fails.
NOTES
A. This short story is a fabrication.
B. In south Florida, do not use the word 'papaya' in polite company.
C. The parody, Vampira Guantanamera, was composed during the first two days of October, 2019 by the resident polyglot at the United States Autoerotic Association. Lyrics © 2019 by the owner of autoeros.com - all worldwide rights reserved.
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