The After-hours Writting Club SeXStoRY

In an attempt to meet new people and expand my horizons, I recently joined a writing group. They get together and share short stories on the first Saturday of each month. The first few meetings were pretty boring and I was thinking about not going back until one of the girls in the group (her name is Cora) told me that a few of them get together after the meeting back at her place to share �more graphic� stories that the main group did not allow. We usually tell stories and have a few drinks. Things can get a little racy, but if you�re up for that type of thing I would love for you to come along� she said. She was sort of hot in a bookish kind of way so I said I was in. That night seven of us ended up at Cora�s apartment for the �after-hour club meeting�. It was just the kind of horizon expansion I needed. The members who were there were myself (names Jeff by the way), Cora (the girl who invited me), Nicole and Robert (a young married couple), Phil (an older, overweight fellow) Pam (a grad student with an incredible body), and Anna-Sue (an older woman who joined so she could get out of the house once in a while). They seemed like a nice group of people but right away I found myself intrigued as to the nature of their meetings. Robert filled me in on all the details as Cora got drinks for the room. The six of them were fans of erotic stories and poems and meet after the regular writing club is over. This sounded great to me as erotica has been an interest of mine in the past. Cora got each of us a glass of red wine and asked who would start things off. I still have one from last time that I never got around to reading said Anna-Sue as she got up from her seat. Anna took a sip of her wine and pulled out a tall bar stool from near the kitchen. This one is called �Batter�s Up� she said with a sly grin. The room grew quiet as she started to read a story about a lonely, single mother that ends up having an orgy with some of the players from a local minor-league baseball team in their locker-room. The story was not bad and actually got quite raunchy with a vivid description of a gang-bang. As she finished her story, I noticed that Phil was slowly caressing the bulge in the front of his trousers. He was being low-key about it and I thought I was the only one to notice him. I didn�t say anything about it; I wouldn�t know what to say anyways. Cora said she wanted to go next. Cora�s story was called �Street-car of Desire� and centered on a young lady who gives a stranger a blowjob on a city bus while other passengers look on. Once again the story was very good and the amount of descriptive detail that she put into it told me that this girl really knew how to give head. During her story Nicole and Robert started making out on the far end of the couch. The heavy petting was getting a lot of attention from the other people in the room. The audience listened to Cora�s story and watched with zeal as the young lovers enjoyed one deep, French kiss after another. Cora finished her story and asked me to give her a hand in the kitchen. I was hopeful that something was going to happen so I rushed off to help her out with whatever she needed. In the kitchen, Cora explained to me that things might be getting a little hot and she understood if I needed to be going. I told her that I was up for what-ever and was looking forward to the next story. With that she went back into the living room and announced to the group that �He�s cool�. I walked back into the room as Pam was dumping her purse out onto the coffee-table in front of her. In the mix of items that one would expect to find in a girl�s purse was a zip-lock bag full of weed. She shouted �thank god I�m so ready for this� as she started to light up a joint. That must be what all the cloak and dagger was about I thought to myself. They get high and tell stories. Robert jumped from his seat shouting �I�m up�. He sprang to the barstool, his erect penis visible under his pants. This one is called �The Speeder�. The story was about a man who gets pulled over by a highway patrol officer for speeding and ends letting the male cop fuck him on the hood of the patrol car to get out of paying his fine. I�m normally not into the gay stuff but my attention was more than held by Nicole. Apparently guy on guy was her thing as the story had her slowly grinding her crotch into the couch under her. With a glazed look in her eyes she took a drag from Pam�s joint with one hand and slid the other down the front of her shorts. �Well, if were serious about letting you into this group then you are going to have to learn the rules. First off you can only touch yourself� said Anna-Sue as she put her feet up into her chair in front of her, giving the room full view to the fact she had on no panties under her dress. �Except for us� Nicole said as she took off her shirt and bra then sat back down in Robert�s lap. �Second, we get to watch� added Anna-Sue as she started fingering herself. The lapping noises of her fingers sliding in and out of her wet, hairy pussy filled the room. Phil followed suit by unzipping his pants and pulling out a cock that was as big around as my arm. He began to slowly tug at his monster and asked �Whose next?� Pam said she would go. She passed her joint to Cora, stood up and hooked her thumbs into the waist band of her track suit bottom, and with one flick of the wrist her pants and underwear fell to the floor. She stepped out of her cloths and took the stool. Her story was called �The Good Mistress� and was set in Victorian England. In it, a noble woman orders a servant boy to dominate her by performing a long, dirty list of tasks featuring anal sex and a facial in the end. The story was good but hard to pay attention to as the entire time she spoke Pam was running small, slow circles around her clit with her middle and index fingers. Before the story was done, everyone but Cora and I were mostly naked. Nicole was on her knees licking and kissing Robert�s cock and everyone else was now masturbating in plain view. �How about you Jeff� Cora said as she too unzipped her jeans and pushed them down to the floor. A neat, well groomed stripe of pubic hair leading to a set of swollen, hanging labia met my gaze as she sat back down and took a drag from the joint she had been given. �Well� I said, �I don�t really have anything prepared, but I might be able to wing it�. I stood up and started to undress as I made my way to the bar stool in front of the room. My story is called �The After-hours Writting Club� and it�s about a group of friends who share erotic stories. As my last stitches of clothing came off, I began to tell the story of what happened to me that night. I started off with the curious invitation Cora had given to me. About the way that Anna-Sue�s story left the room noticeably excited and how I tried not to stare at the huge bulge in Phil�s lap at its conclusion. I told of how I thought about excusing myself to the bathroom to jerk-off after Cora�s story, but knew that it would be far to obvious to get away with. About how hard my dick was under my pants as Nicole slowly ground her pussy into her seat during Robert�s story and how I couldn�t believe my eyes as these beautiful women started to undress and touch themselves in my presence. The strain I felt at trying to take in Pam�s story while all the sounds and smells of sex bombarded my senses from every side. And about how if at this moment if I were to tugged on my dick just once I would cum all over the place. With that the group burst into a mixture of applause and laughter as Pam handed me a paper towel. I rubbed the head of my cock only a few times before jet after jet of hot semen cascaded into the napkin provided to me. Like an actor taking a bow at the conclusion of a play I took a bow as my knees grew weak from the intense orgasm I now share with the group. �Great story!� Cora cheered as she arched her back and climaxed onto her own hands. The rest of the night was spent telling stories and masturbating until I was sore to the touch. That was a year and a half ago and I happy to say that Cora and I have become a couple. Our group still meets on the first Saturday night of each month and we even have two new members. The stories told by the nine of us are getting better and better as our skill as storytellers grow and each meeting is more fun than the last. May be I�ll get some of the other members to share some stories with you too. Untill then, have fun and take care.