***All sexually active characters are of age, 18 years old at least, and all sexual activities are consensual. Enjoy!***
Out on a night out at the local pub, The Unicorn, Tracey Garret, Carrie Harper, and Lillie Pratchet, all 19, are on a mission; to find a suitable gentleman for Tracey to get laid with. The pub is filled with groups of men, mostly middle-aged, and many likely attached, but the girls keep their eyes peeled for someone decent amid the rabble.
Whilst the girls are out in the beer garden while Lillie has a smoke, one man, looking to get lucky, approaches Tracey, quick to put his hands on her hip, startling her with wide-eyes as he comes on to her, “You’re looking great tonight in that dress. Maybe you’re looking to get down and dirty tonight? I live just across the road. We could fuck each other’s brains out and be back before anyone misses us?”
Lillie coarsely wards off the man, “Oh, look at you! Bet you’re pretty much cumming already. Piss off and leave us alone.”
Tracey and Carrie wave condescendingly, “Bye-bye,” as the man takes the hint, slinking away with his tail between his legs.
It isn’t long before a different man approaches, much cuter and younger than the one before, asking Tracey, “Was wondering if you wanted your drinks refilling? I could get you and your friends one?”
Tracey is unimpressed as she tells him, “No, our drinks are pretty full as you can see, and we’re not after charity. What? You’re probably expecting me to be in your debt for getting our drinks for us? Do me a favour, seeming nice, so I do you a favour? Nice try, but I’m not like that. We’re not like that. Kindly, move on.”
Heading back inside the pub, standing together near the bar, the girls look around, recognising Carrie’s dad playing pool. Lillie approaches him, asking, “What’re you doing here?”
Stephen Harper, 42, replies, “I like to come here sometimes and play a few games with the neighbours. It’s good company, getting out of the house sometimes, you know?
“Tracey is looking good in that dress. What you up to?”
Lillie informs her lover, “Trying to get Tracey with someone. Already had a few guys trying to get with her, but we want someone nice for her.”
Stephen sees across the bar a man speaking with his daughter and her friend, and he assures Lillie, “I’m keeping my eye on you; all of you, in case you run into trouble.”
Lillie leans in for a kiss on the cheek, saying, “Thanks, Mister Harper,” sexily before returning to her friends.
Approaching her friends, Lillie hears Carrie say to the man they’re with, “…like, you’re really sweet, but take a hint, yeah? We’re not interested.”
Tracey quickly jumps in to say, “Hold on a sec. It might be fun.”
Lillie asks, “What sounds like fun?”
The unassumingly stylish man rather flamboyantly flaunts, “As I said to your friends, you can call me Paul, and I have a rather special talent for arranging orgies. There are a few couples around tonight who are looking to mix things up, and I provide a discreet place with everything needed for safe, good times. I’ve been watching many men approach you girls, being turned down, but you’re dressed to impress, so that tells me that you are discerning, looking for something in particular.
“Whatever it is you’re looking for tonight, all I offer is the opportunity of safe, consensual fun with like-minded strangers. No-one has to share details of themselves, or even their names, and there is no expectation of staying in touch after. No obligation. No strings attached. No concerns.”
Tracey expresses, “I’m up for it.”
Carrie chuckles, “If you’re sure, I’m going with.”
Lillie turns to Stephen, making eye-contact with him and jerking her head to beckon him over, and as he does so, she says to Paul, “I’m going to talk it over with my BF, if you don’t mind?”
Paul accepts, “Not at all. No judgments; which is something I neglected to mention, that anyone who etimesgut escort makes someone else feel uncomfortable will be asked to leave.”
Stephen asks, “Something wrong?”
Lillie catches her lover up, “Just talking about joining this guy for an orgy with a bunch of others; couples. Tracey thinks it’ll be fun for her, so I thought you should come too,” staring intensely into his eyes.
Stephen gets the hint, saying, “You girls aren’t going anywhere without me.”
Paul delightedly nods, “The more, the merrier. Shall we get going?”
Tracey casually says, “Lead the way,” following Paul with her friends in tow.
Paul beckons the other attendees to him, exiting the pub for the car park, offering to Tracey and her friends, “There’s room for you to ride with me, and everyone else can follow in their cars. Carpooling is encouraged to break the ice before proceedings, if you so wish.”
Tracey tugs on the handle of the passenger side door of Paul’s car, remarking as she gets in, “Calling shotgun. This is for me, after all.”
Stephen gets in the back, shuffling into the middle, with Lillie and Carrie sitting at his side. Paul checks them out in the rear-view mirror, noticing, “You’re all very close back there. Anyone uncomfortable? I can give you some more leg room if it helps?”
Carrie calls to the front, “We’re fine. Aren’t we, Da-ah-arling?”
Stephen says to Paul, “We are very close.”
Paul watches as Lillie strokes Stephen’s shirt while Carrie cosies up to him, and the designated driver pulls off, commenting, “It looks like you are open to each other. I’m sure you’ll have a great time.”
Stephen enquires of Paul, “Do you get involved?”
Paul replies, “I’m not interested in that. I get people together, and keep an eye on things, but I don’t join in. I like that people can be who they want. It’s liberating, and refreshing. Really, I’m a people-pleaser, and that gives me satisfaction.”
Stephen interestedly asks, “How long have you been doing this?”
Paul answers openly, “I’ve been doing this for a few years. I lost my partner to cancer, but we enjoyed inviting colleagues and friends we would meet for house parties. I loved watching people lose their inhibitions with him. He was a people-person. Our place is temple of curated sculpture and design, made by us to be enjoyed communally, in a way. Like this, his spirit endures.”
Tracey tells the driver, “Can’t wait to get started.”
Even keeping his eyes on the road ahead, Paul is astutely aware that, “You appear confident, but I sense some nerves in there.”
Tracey laughs loudly, “It’s the first orgy for any of us, I’m pretty sure.”
Paul nods, getting a sense of the girl next to him, appearing loud and assured, keeping her nerves concealed. Not wanting to make her uncomfortable, he drives on, bringing all to an old, detached house on the outskirts of the city.
On a private stretch of road, away from the main thoroughfares, the exterior of the house maintains much of it’s charm, but shows signs of modernisation and development. Inside, the tall ceilings and open layout are more in-line with a much newer build, looking very fresh and clean in it’s construction and decor.
A large lounge area is furnished with bean-bags and cushions dotted about the floor, with low-slung sofas, and statues of the human form standing erect in pride of place about the space. A warmth from sconce lights glow, giving a welcoming aura. Sounds of soothing piano music offers relaxation to all who hear it, inviting calm and ease.
Paul’s guests pour into the lounge; a dozen bodies settling down where they can. The host provides refreshments, and supplies sildenafil and condoms freely, for whatever may come. Tension felt between the attendees fades into comfort and belonging, nurturing natural tendencies to emerge.
Lillie and Stephen find a corner where Stephen takes a seat, and Lillie etlik escort sits on his lap, kissing his neck, whispering into his ear, “Keep a close eye on the others.”
Stephen scans the room over the attentive teen’s shoulder, quietly replying, “Already on it.” He spots Tracey and Carrie being taken into the comfort of curious couples checking them out with wandering hands.
As Stephen watches Tracey and Carrie getting off with the other guests, Lillie feels his trousers bulging beneath her, teasing him, “Look at you getting all turned on. I don’t know if I’m intrigued or insulted about everyone making you feel like this.”
Stephen nuzzles his nose against Lillie’s hair, whispering into her ear, “It’s gonna happen. Just like when we watch porn together.”
Lillie breathes into her lover’s ear, “I’m not complaining. Just go with it. Don’t watch too closely. Remember, that’s your daughter. Oh, shit, shh. That got you really hard,” sitting up to stare directly into his eyes.
Stephen quickly and quietly responds, maintaining eye contact, “It’s not that. Just, the whole thing.”
Lillie looks at her lover with a raise of her brows, telling him, “Uh-huh, sure. See what they’re up to, but you’d better be thinking about me.”
Curiously, Stephen asks the teen, “All these hotties around; you thinking about anyone else? Anyone you like?”
Lillie replies directly, “Don’t need to. I feel everything I need from you,” relieving Stephen of his trousers and underwear, stripping off in the heat of the moment, desperate to have his hot stiffness between her long legs. Baring all, but keeping themselves to themselves, she lowers herself onto Stephen’s hard cock, resuming her seated position so Stephen can see around the room whilst she gets what she wants.
Tracey has the attention of an older woman who is cuddling up to her, making the teen’s heart pound in her chest. Though usually confident and outgoing in social situations, Tracey finds herself feeling awkward with everyone around.
The older woman fondles Tracey’s tits, persuading her, “Lets get you out of this pretty dress. Oh, yes, you are so perfect. Here, like mine? You can suck on them if you like, like I’m your mommy,” bringing to the teen’s mouth her nipples, nursed on with soft kisses and breathy sucks.
A gentleman removes Tracey’s thigh-high socks, revealing her feet, which he relishes in tasting with as much of his tongue he can around them, firmly sucking each and every toe, cleaning off tufts of fluff. Tracey is weirded out by the vigorous tending of her toes, but the older woman takes her mind off it by stroking her hair and eagerly kissing on the lips whilst holding her cheeks in both hands.
The gentleman pulls himself away from Tracey’s toes long enough to tear a condom wrapper with his teeth, removing the latex sheathe and rolling it onto his cock. He then caresses the teen’s feet, giving them both a peck of his lips before sliding up between her legs. The older woman fingers the teen’s pussy whilst the gentleman strokes himself to ensure his erection, and the older woman parts the teen’s pussy lips ready for the sleeved cock to enter.
Tracey can only smile, thinking the guy is cute as he shares a kiss with the older woman. The cock inside her throbs and twitches, felt by the tightness of her flesh. She feels a strange pressure; hard, but not hurting, uncomfortable, but not overly so, just not being used to doing this. No going back now, but as she settles into her breath, she moans with a satisfied purr, whining a little as she adjusts to having something so hard inside of her.
The gentleman finishes, pulling out of the teen, much to her surprise as she is nowhere near done, but the older woman coos, “Poor thing. Let mommy take care of you,” replacing the gentleman between the teen’s legs, tracing her tongue along every fold of the youthful pussy, and lapping away at the clitoris. Her fingers tunnel eve gelen escort inside the teen pussy, tickling and rubbing as swift as they are able, making the teen breathless and tense like never before.
Tracey pants, “Fu-uck, ha,” convulsing and straining all over her body as she makes a nice, sticky mess for the older woman to enjoy. As the teen begins to relax, the older woman has her arse hoisted up from behind, pounded hard by a hungry cock taking her mature pussy. Tracey feels a mix of awkward and excited faced with this, gripping her tits as she watches her new friend having her brains fucked out.
Looking around the room, Tracey spots Carrie riding reverse on top of a gentleman’s lap, with four or five men jerking off their cocks around her head while she sucks on them in turn, and more men sitting cross-legged in front of her, wanking as they look up in worship. Tracey barely recognises her friend, usually shy around new people, but being such an outgoing slut to pleasure multiple men all at once.
Carrie cheekily offers, “Come on, guys. I want to be covered all over my face, and get these cheeky tits too. Ah-hah, yeah-ah-hagh,” riding the cock below her to completion while those around her unload loads of warm, sticky spunk all over her face and breasts as per her request. She chuckles, wiping some of the spillage up and licking her fingers, “Wow! You all really needed that, heheheheh…”
Lillie hears the commotion from across the room, turning around to have a look, seeing her friend plastered with semen. She turns back to Stephen, whispering in his ear, “I’m kinda worried about her.”
Stephen sees where Lillie is coming from, but reassuringly says, “She’s young, healthy, and having a sex-life. All of you should be having fun like this. You shouldn’t be worried. Enjoy it.”
Lillie laughs a little, “I’m enjoying you; my friend’s dad. That is fucked up. I’m having my own fun.” She rides Stephen faster, feeling him fill her up inside, since he isn’t wearing a condom, but she doesn’t object.
The night romps on, with the numbers in attendance dwindling as groups leave satisfied, until eventually, Stephen and the trio of teens remain with Paul, who catches up with them, “Have fun?”
Tracey immediately gushes, “I had so much fun. I feel all slutty and dirty after all that, but I don’t mind. I didn’t come out tonight expecting to have a time like this, but it was a welcome surprise. Thank you for that, Paul.”
Paul graciously says, “You’re very welcome. I can see you all enjoyed yourselves. I’ll take you back to The Unicorn when you’re ready.”
Lillie rolls up a cigarette, heading outside with Carrie joining her as she announces, “Just going for a smoke. When you’re ready to take us back, come out to us.”
Sparking up outside, Lillie asks Carrie, “You had fun in there. Right little slut, aren’t you?”
Carrie shrugs, “Nothing wrong with that.”
Lillie probes deeper, “Never knew you were like that, with how long we’ve known you. Okay, recently we’ve seen that in you a couple of times, but it’s like you’re someone else.”
Carrie chuckles, “Just who I am. Like, I don’t know what to say. I am a slut, and, it feels so good. I’m not going to apologise for it. It isn’t hurting anyone. I’m not, like, fucking all the time. Just have needs, like anyone.”
Lillie remarks, “Well, I am fucking your dad. I understand those needs. Must be strange getting your rocks off in the same room while we do it, though?” Carrie nods cheekily as she listens to Lillie, agreeing with what she said. Lillie follows up on her friend’s reaction, wondering, “Don’t it feel weird, like he’s fucking you?”
Carrie asks in return, “He told you?”
Lillie asks in the moment, “Told me what?”
Hastily, Carrie evades the question, “Never mind. Just tired, and in need of a shower and bed. It’s getting on, and,” she yawns, “I have so many hormones and, like, adrenaline, like… I don’t know…”
Lillie stares at her friends strangely, smoking her cigarette as she plainly says, “Sure. Whatever. It is late.” The others come out to the front drive, and Lillie stomps out her cigarette before joining Stephen and Carrie on the backseat of Paul’s car, ready for the ride home.