-------------- I previously wrote these stories over twenty years ago and after many years reading stories on Literotica I have decided to start posting my own. After these are posted I will start working on new ones. I did very little revising or editing to these stories. Mostly minor changes in grammar and punctuation, sentence structure, and readability. --------------
Her First Gang Bang 1 - Separation Anxiety
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As she padded across the floor, wearing matching blue lace panties and bra, Jill began to show her apprehension. It looked good on her. At 27 she felt in her prime. With well cared for 'C' cup breasts and full hips she knew she wasn't "model thin" but she had been ogled and hit on enough to know men found her desirable. Even her husband still enjoyed her body despite their other differences. Fortunately (?) they were able to put aside the relationship issues they had developed, frequently using sex as a way to simply stop arguing. Until recently, that is, until the separation.
Jill was trying to choose between the new dress or the new skirt for her night out. As she stood in front of the mirror, holding each item up for a better look, Lynn walked in. Lynn was in her early 30's and a "veteran divorcee." She had taken it upon herself to help Jill get out in public before the separation began to take its toll. Lynn had her blonde hair in a short cut, enjoying the freedom she had from managing the long hair her ex insisted she wear. Lynn and Jill had become acquainted at the gym. Often working out together they used aerobics and moderate weight work to use up the days tension and just chat. Tonight Lynn had selected an extra tight pair of jeans and a white sleeveless blouse that just managed to obscure the bright yellow bra she wore enough to give the public the impression she had made an attempt at modesty. Her heels set off the outfit as her legs were stretched just a little longer.
"Jill, I don't think your first night out is the time to show off those new shorty outfits," laughed Lynn, "you may be better off in some tight jeans. At least then they won't likely come off without your help."
"Lynn! What the hell is that supposed to mean? I hope you aren't intending on taking me to some dive bar."
"Oh no, this is a nice place. But we both know how you are with a couple drinks in you."
Now it was Jill laughing as she remembered some of the stories they had exchanged about their earlier years. Alcohol had a great effect on her libido and her partners soon learned to enjoy it.
"OK fine, I'll wear jeans." Jill easily moved about the room in just her underwear, comfortable in the presence of her friend as she finished dressing. When she found just the jeans she needed, she had to actually lie down on the bed to pull them on. Her blue blouse matched her bra and panties to the point it was not immediately noticeable how sheer the fabric really was.
Later that evening Jill and Lynn found themselves in quite the good mood, dancing with several partners and enjoying the drinks the men had been supplying them. Each time a round would show up the ladies would exchange knowing looks, grinning as they accepted the "hospitality" of those looking to find out just what was hidden under those tight jeans.
As the evening progressed the ladies found themselves sitting at a table with three men, dancing and drinking until the bar closed. As soon as Jill and Lynn began to show their disappointment the expected offer to "party a little longer at our place" came. Jill and Lynn then decided to retreat to the ladies lounge to discuss their options.
"I'm not sure I'm ready for this to go any further," Jill stated. "You know what 'go back to our place and party' means."
"It doesn't mean anything we don't want it to mean. Besides, I think the dark haired guy is pretty cute, and judging by those slow dances he could be a lot of fun." Both women worked to suppress giggles, each just a little hornier than when they had walked into the club.
"But that leaves two left for me and and this point I don't think the third guy is going to bow out gracefully."
"Like I said, going to their place doesn't mean anything we don't want it to mean. But if we decide to make something else happen its up to us and us only. Besides, it isn't like you haven't done it before." Grinned Lynn.
Jill smacked Lynn across the ass as they walked out of the lounge, neither of them hearing the word "sluts" as the door closed behind them.
Following the men home Jill was visibly nervous as Lynn chatted non-stop. She went on about how what would happen would be up to them, they had both been involved in groups before [Jill had threesomes while in college, Lynn had tried it after her divorce] and that even if they decided to just leave, the men had to respect that. Besides, the dark haired guy was cute and felt really good.
They arrived at the house and parked in the street, the men waited for the ladies to join them on the porch before entering the house. It became a little awkward when Jill stepped into the house and discovered two other men at home.
"Ladies, these are my cousins from out of town," stated the dark haired one, "I didn't realize they would be here so soon." He gave the men a look indicating they had created a problem.
"How very nice to meet you," Jill filled in the silence, "I'm sure we'll all get along fine." After saying it, Jill realized that could have been taken a couple of different ways.
"Let's dance a little." Lynn said as she grabbed her favorite and started a very friendly slow dance that had them whispering in one another's ear and grinning a lot.
Jill began dancing with the tallest blonde, enjoying the feel of his body. The others quickly mixed up some drinks and passed them around. Jill eagerly accepted hers, barely noticing as Lynn and her favorite slowly danced from the room. Just before Lynn disappeared into the hallway and around the corner into the first room she looked back at Jill and mouthed, "Sorry."
Her apology was not well received.
When the music ended the sounds from the adjoining room became quite evident. The door was not fully closed and Jill was certain she heard the sound of zippers in the dark. Feeling a little woozy from the drink, and extremely anxious about this unplanned turn of events, Jill took a seat on the sofa. The men soon positioned themselves around her, making idle conversation when the sounds of a squeaking bed suddenly penetrated the room. It was about that time that Jill discovered her friend was a noisy fuck.
Squeak...squeak...unh...uunnhh...ooohh...do it...now...harder...aaahhhhgg.
Predictably, each of the men had a somewhat shit eating grin on. And Jill had this sudden vision of her on her knees sucking them all off. It had been awhile since she had enjoyed a man in her mouth and she had even mentioned to Lynn her "fantasy" of blowing a couple guys one after the other. It was about that time she felt a firm pair of lips on hers, forcing a tongue in, with hands on her breasts and moving to her crotch. The tight jeans were a good idea.
