The Gangbang Bundle (4 explicit double stuffed group sex stories) (3 page)

And then, with one final push, I couldn’t take it anymore.

I tossed my head back as each and every one of my muscles tensed. A low, guttural cry escaped my lips, and I barely recognized my own voice. I sounded primal, animalistic.

A flood of heat rushed through me, radiating out from deep within me, licking through my limbs, leaving every inch of me numb and tingling in it’s wake. I thrashed against my restraints as Nicholas pounded into me, sending more fire shooting through me with every one of his thrusts.

And then, just as I was coming back to earth, I felt his grip tighten on my hips. He let out a growl as he drove himself into me one final time before his cock exploded inside of me.

He slid out of me as I was still gasping for air, and I felt his hot, sticky seed slowly trickling out of me, mixed with my own juices.

I had almost forgotten where I was until the leader handed Nicholas his black hooded robe and beckoned to another figure in the audience.

He stood in front of me and disrobed, I was surprised to discover that I recognized his handsome face. Tyler Wilson was the evening news anchor for Channel One.

He ran both of his hands down my body, grazing my breasts, my sides, my hips, before moving to my wet, spent pussy. He gave me a smile as he slipped two fingers inside of me and swirled them around.

I cried out when he brushed against that hot spot deep within me, still sensitive and electrified from the attention that Nicholas had paid it.

He pressed his body against mine and guided his erection inside of me. He pumped in and out of me in short, quick bursts. I writhed against him, and felt my body quivering with pulsing heat after a few short minutes.

When he brought his hands to my breasts, pinching my hard nipples between his fingers, I came completely undone. With a loud cry, I spasmed against him, bucking my hips into his hard cock as best I could, given the restraints.

Tyler Wilson came right along with me, pulling at my nipples as he blew his load inside of me.

The leader beckoned again, and two people stepped up to the stage. My eyes widened.
Two at once
?!

A man with a unbelievably thick, rigid dick moved behind me, and a gorgeous woman with red hair kneeled down in front of me.

I groaned as the man roughly shoved himself inside of me, stretching me out more than I thought possible. His fingers dug into my hips as he ruthlessly pounded me from behind.

The woman kneeling before me was a startling contrast to the almost brutal handling that I was receiving from the man. She was licking my clit ever so lightly, her tongue darting around it in quick little laps while her fingers played against my slick thighs, tracing light, delicate patterns. The combination left me twitching and gasping for breath.

The sensations from both the man and the woman at once were too much to handle, and I didn’t last long at all before I felt the pressure build within me and reach a boiling point.

I cried with a hoarse, raspy voice as I was driven to ecstasy, my body completely on fire.

Neither the man or the woman stopped though, and they both continued working me as I rode an intense wave of pleasure. Just as my orgasm was ebbing, another one, even stronger than the last, crashed into me. I strained against my restraints, and my cries were ragged and raw in my throat.

By this point, I was nearly delirious. My head slumped down, chin touching my heaving chest. My body was shaking and spasming, completely overwhelmed by the intensity of the pleasures I’d experienced. I felt exhausted, used, and deliciously satisfied. More satisfied than I ever imagined possible.

But they weren’t done with me yet, not by a long shot.

I couldn’t even raise my head to see who would be fucking me next, but I squirmed against his rock hard cock as he took me from behind. I felt like I was one giant, pulsating nerve, and it didn’t take long for me to be fucked into another orgasm that left me screaming and bucking my hips back into his dick.

After him was another woman. She kneeled in front of me, but she was not nearly as gentle as the redhead had been. I felt her tongue enter me, probing hard and deep, swirling around inside of me as she forced a finger into my ass.

I cried out from the shock of that, but it turned into a cry of pleasure as she pressed it deeper, while her tongue moved against my hot spot with fervor. I came hard against her mouth, my body quivering violently as I pressed my pussy into her as much as I could manage with the restraints.

Another man took the woman’s place. His dick had a slight curve to it, and when he fucked me, he hit my g-spot in
just
the right way. I writhed against my restraints, begging for him to fuck me harder as I was driven closer and closer to orgasm.

I bit down on my bottom lip as I fell headlong into another explosive release. I tasted blood in my mouth as I thrashed my head from side to side, screaming as my exhausted body shook.

He finished inside of me, adding his seed to the collection deep within my pussy.

I was panting heavily, my chest heaving, as I slumped in my restraints. I couldn’t even attempt to hold myself up anymore. My limbs were tingling, pulsing, spasming with the aftershocks of the orgasms that had ripped through my body, one after another.

“Brothers, sisters,” The leader spoke, standing on the platform next to me. “Our ritual is almost complete. The virgin has been violated, and we have taken eight orgasms from her. We need only to bring her to the point of madness one final time before we are blessed-”

I let out a sharp cry as I felt
something
moving against my swollen clit. The leader stopped his speech abruptly, and all eyes in the room were on me, watching me writhe against an invisible force.

“Oh fuck...” I moaned, feeling pressure simultaneously against my clit, both of my nipples, and pressing against the entrance of my pussy. The sensation was red hot, as if fingers made of fire were licking my skin, teasing me.

And then I felt that odd, invisible fire penetrate me, fill me up beyond anything I ever thought possible. I tossed my head back, and a low guttural moan forced it’s way out of me. I was being stretched out, felt it going deeper than any of the cocks that had been inside of me tonight.

“It’s the Ancient One!” Someone from the crowd cried out, as I bucked hard against my restraints, being driven mad by the licking flames against my body.

“Harder,” I pleaded, squeezing my pussy around the burning hot pressure that was penetrating me, filling me so completely.

Despite my exhaustion, I was hungry for more, more,
more
of this sensation. I had never felt a more intense, burning desire, and in that moment, the world fell away, ceased to exist. The only thing that was real, the only thing that mattered, was that intense force that was fucking me.

“Yes, yes, yes,
yessssss
...” I hissed between gasping breaths, as the inhuman force impaled me over and over again.

And then, I lost myself completely. Fire flashed behind my eyelids as each and every nerve ending in my body exploded. My eyes were squeezed shut against the assault of intense pleasure that crashed into me. I jerked against the restraints as my body quivered and tingled, humming with fiery electricity.

When I opened my eyes, I saw that the crowd around me was stunned, watching with rapt attention. The candles around the room were burning more brightly than before, their flames licking high in the air.

I slumped against the restraints once more as the unbelievably intense orgasm ebbed. It seemed as if there was nothing left inside of me. It had all been consumed by that fiery pleasure brought on by the invisible, inhuman force.

I was too exhausted, too beyond satisfied, to even begin to make sense of what had just happened.

The leader cleared his throat, breaking the stunned silence.

“And so, my brothers and sisters, it would appear that our ritual is complete. The Ancient One was so pleased with our offering that he came to have a taste, taking the final orgasm for himself!” The leader motioned, and two audience members came onto the stage, began working on my ankle restraints.

“Ninety days of unparalleled power, success and riches will be ours!” The leader said triumphantly, and the crowd murmured their approval, obviously still a little dazed by what had just taken place.

The two men unfastened the straps at my wrists, and I nearly collapsed to the ground. One of them caught me, his arm supporting my weight as the other retrieved my red robe and draped it over my shoulders.

“And, for our final order of business,” The leader continued. “We welcome our virgin sacrifice into the fold, and accept her as one of our own.” He took my hand, and I stood on shaky legs, facing the crowd.

“Jessica Landry, welcome! Your sacrifice tonight has gained you the favor of the Ancient One. You, my dear, will have your first tastes true success, true power, over these next ninety blessed days. Enjoy them!” He said, bowing to me. The crowd broke out into applause.

I gave an exhausted but triumphant smile. I’d done it. I was now one of the elite...

Note: The story you just read is part one of Jessica’s four-part Ritual Series. Read the complete series:

Ritual Gangbang

Ritual Sex Pact

Ritual Demon Breeding

Ritual Lactation

I
decided to cut through the cemetery again.

A chill climbed up my spine, and I knew that it wasn't the cool autumn breeze that had caused it. I pulled my sweater across my chest and enjoyed the small thrill I was getting from my decision to take a forbidden walk in the moonlight.

I'd had another mind-numbingly dull day at my new job, so I was eager for any little bit of excitement I could get, even if it was from something as juvenile as cutting through the old graveyard. Besides, my boss had made me stay late, yet again. If I didn't take the cemetery shortcut I'd miss the new True Blood episode, and I was in the mood for some hot vampire sex tonight.

Leaves crunched under my black leather boots as I slipped through the old wrought iron gate. Walking into the graveyard almost felt like stepping into a different world. The streetlamps and sounds of the main road slipped away, replaced by soft moonlight and an eerie, calm silence. I took a deep breath, filling my nose and lungs with the crisp, fresh autumn air.

Mmmmm
, I loved this.

I know most people would find the idea of being alone in the cemetery at night unpleasant, maybe even foreboding. But I liked it. My nightly walk with the dead gave me a chance to unwind, relax, and lose myself in my thoughts.

I hummed quietly as I followed the old, overgrown path. I carefully picked my way through gravestones carved with the names of those long gone, some missed, some forgotten. I tilted my head towards the sky, taking in the full moon and the sky dotted with bright, twinkling stars. It really was a beautiful night.

And then I stopped in my tracks. I can't explain it, really, but I was suddenly
certain
that I wasn't alone. I turned around quickly, my dark hair whipping over my shoulder as I tried to identify the source of the eyes I felt on me.

But there was nothing, no one. Just the tombstones and the calm silence.
That's odd
, I thought to myself. I shook my head and continued on.

This wasn't the first time I'd gotten the feeling that maybe I wasn't the only one in the cemetery during my nightly walk home. I noticed it the first time I'd taken the shortcut, and every night since then. It was a little bit unnerving, but I chalked it up to my overactive imagination.

"Ugh, get a grip, Mia." I muttered to myself. I shook my head, trying to shake the feeling of being watched, and continued my walk.

The silent stillness of the cemetery that I'd been enjoying mere minutes ago had shifted, and now it felt intimidating. Foreboding. Ugh, I really was freaking myself out tonight.

"
I've got the ways and means
..." I began to sing softly to myself, breaking the charged silence.

I wrapped my arms around myself and quickened my pace. The moonlight shone on the headstones, casting long, strange shadows on the soft grass.

"
To New Orleans
..." I sang, pointedly ignoring the growing feeling that unseen eyes were following my every move. I resolved to skip the shortcut tomorrow night, and take the long way home, through the well lit and heavily populated town square.

"
Going down by the river, where it's warm and green
..." I continued to sing. My voice was quiet and low, barely above a whisper.

I rounded the corner of a crumbling mausoleum, and stopped dead in my tracks, my singing cut off abruptly.

There was a man in my path; tall, lean, dressed in black, his pale skin practically glowing in the moonlight. He stood perfectly straight and perfectly still, and his eyes were locked on me.

"
Oh, you were a vampire, and baby I’m walking dead..
." He sang, finishing the line from the song I was singing. His voice was lovely. Clear, smooth, and strong.