Crazy Party: A Group Sex Erotica Story

When my best friend told me I could stay at her place for a few days to get away from my fighting parents, I never thought I’d discover she was a swinger! I was so surprised when I walked into the living room and saw an all-out orgy, but I was even more surprised that I let everyone drag me into it!
Warning: This ebook contains very explicit descriptions of group sex and includes first lesbian sex and double team sex. Only mature adults who won’t find that offensive should read this story.
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She never told me the party was going to transform into some kind of Roman orgy. She was the same Sherry as always, the sympathetic ear and the ready to help best friend who’d pulled me out of trouble time and time again. I supposed she was still all that, but she was also some kind of sex maniac with a group of people doing each other with complete abandon in her living room.
Hannah. That was the blonde’s name. Hannah. It came to me just as she reached me, but it turned out I didn’t need to remember her name because the moment she was close enough she leaned forward and kissed me. I’d never kissed a woman, and I was shocked and scared and still trying to understand the sudden change in the situation. Just a short while before I’d headed to the backyard to have a cigarette. I’d gone back there and thought about the way Charlie and Mom fought all the time and decided for the thirtieth time that I was going to move out no matter how guilty my mother made me feel about it. I walked back in with my head still doing somersaults and found myself watching the orgy. With Hannah’s mouth on mine, maybe participating was a better word than watching.
It was the first time I’d ever kissed a woman, at least the first real kiss. A few years back, when I was still in college, I’d been at a party and kissed a woman named Darla on a dare, but that was different. Both of us were uncomfortable and really just trying to prove that we weren’t prudes. It had been just long enough to earn the hoots and the applause of the drunken students there and I’d never seen the girl again. This kiss was different. There was passion in the delicate way she let her tongue outline my lips and then push into my mouth.