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The following piece of fiction contains strong sexual
content and is meant to be read only by adults. If you
are not at least 18 years old, or if you are offended by
this type of material, please do not read any further.
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Author's note: The following episode of the hit
show "Seinfeld" was originally scheduled to be the
centerpiece of NBC's Fall sweeps week this year.
The network executives figured that they were finally
giving loyal "Seinfeld" viewers the episode they had
always wanted. Unfortunately, when sponsors learned
what the storyline was, several of them threatened to
pull out and the episode had to be scrapped. A friend
of mine leaked the script to me, and I decided to rework
it into a narrative and post it. Once you read it,
I'm sure you will agree that the network was foolish to
think they could ever get it on the air.
-- DG (dionysian1@hotmail.com)
"The Gangbang"
A Seinfeld episode
by DG
The intercom next to the front door buzzed, and Jerry Seinfeld
got up from his couch, walked across his neat one-bedroom apartment,
and pushed the talk button.
"Who is it?"
"It's George."
"Come on up." Jerry buzzed George in, unlocked the door,
and then sat back down to continue channel surfing, his favorite leisure
activity.
George Costanza came in and plopped down next to him.
"How's it going, Jerry?"
"Not bad, Georgie. What brings you by?" This was more or
less a rhetorical question, since George dropped by almost every day
after work for no particular reason other than habit, and Jerry wasn't
expecting much of a reply.
But George heaved a deep sigh and said, "I want to ask you
something, Jerry."
"Shoot."
"When's the last time you got laid? If you don't mind my
asking, of course."
Jerry tore his eyes away from the and gave George a
surprised look.
"When's the last time I got laid?? You came over here to ask
me that?"
"I'll tell you the last time I got laid, Jerry." A few moments of
silence. "Actually, I can't even remember, which just proves my
point. I'm horny, dammit. My basic male needs are not being met."
Jerry shifted a few inches along the couch away from his
friend.
"Well, I can't help you there, I'm afraid."
"Don't be ridiculous, Jerry. I haven't seen you dating anyone
lately, and I thought maybe you had the same problem I did. Misery
loves company, you know."
Jerry thought about it. The truth was, he hadn't had any sex in
months either.
"You know, now that you mention it, it's been a while for me
too." He shook his head sadly. "You hit the nail on the head - It really
is a basic male need, isn't it?"
George nodded. "If only it was also a basic female need, then
we wouldn't have this problem. Some people say that women need
sex, but I certainly haven't seen much evidence of it."
The intercom buzzed again, and Jerry heaved himself back up
off the couch with a sigh.
"Who is it?"
"It's Elaine."
"Come on up."
Jerry sat back down. "She's been coming over here every day
after her workout to use my shower," he said. "They installed those
low-flow shower heads at her health club."
George shook his head. "How do you like that," he said
absently. As a general rule, he preferred to concentrate on his own
problems.
"Not very much actually, but what can you do."
Elaine Benes came into the apartment and dropped an
gym bag on the floor with a loud thump. She was wearing a tight
spandex leotard under a pair of running shorts, and her long brown
hair was pulled back by a sweatband. Sweat evaporating from her
leotard had caused localized cooling, and her nipples were poking
through the spandex.
"Hi Jerry, hi George."
Elaine walked over to the refrigerator, took out a carton of
milk, and began drinking like someone who had been lost in the desert
for a week. Milk dribbled out of the corner of her mouth, down her
throat, and into the of her leotard. Finally, she lowered the
carton and let out a long, satisfied sigh.
"God, I needed that."
She noticed that Jerry and George were staring at her.
"What?" She looked at the empty carton in her hand. "Oh,
sorry about the milk. I'll bring you some more tomorrow."
"It's not that," said Jerry finally. "You've got a little milk..."
He motioned to his chin.
"Oh, thanks." She wiped her chin with her hand, and then did
the same thing to her neck and the upper part of her chest. As she
licked the last drops of milk off her fingers, she noticed that they were
staring at her again.
"What's with you guys?"
"Nothing, really," said Jerry.
"No, come on - you're both staring at me with funny looks on
your faces. What's going on? What were you talking about before I
came up?"
Elaine was one of those women who couldn't stand to be left
out of a conversation, and Jerry knew she wouldn't be satisfied until
she had dragged it out of them.
"George and I were just having sort of a guy talk," he said. "It
turns out that neither one of us has...been with a woman in quite
some time. We were sitting here commiserating, and then you waltz in
here in that tight outfit and start guzzling milk, letting it run down your
neck and between your breasts..."
"I get the point," she interrupted. "You're horny."
"Exactly!" said George, slapping the armrest of the couch for
emphasis. "We're horny."
They braced themselves for some teasing from Elaine.
"Well, I'm horny too," she said to their surprise. She made a
sour face. "I haven't gotten laid since Fred joined that cult."
Jerry shook his head. "That was such a shame. Fred seemed
like a nice guy."
"Well, his name is Ram El, now, and he has forsaken all
earthly pleasures, including me. I've had quite a dry spell since then.
Sex is a basic female need, you know."
"Aha!" said George. "So at least there's hope."
Elaine looked at them thoughtfully, and then gave them a
devilish smile. "Maybe we could sort of...help each other out. What
do you say, Georgie?" Elaine knew George had always had a crush on
her.
"That would be fantastic," said George.
"Sounds good to me, too," said Jerry cheerfully. Naturally
they assumed she was kidding. But she wasn't.
She came over and squeezed between them on the couch.
"In fact," she said, "I was thinking it would be fun to have sex
with both of you at once. What do you say?"
George gasped for breath as he realized she was serious.
"What do we say? What you think we say?? We say yes!!" He
looked over at Jerry for confirmation, but his friend looked doubtful.
The comedian was kind of squeamish about trying anything new or
different.
Elaine poked Jerry in the ribs. "What's the matter, sport? Not
man enough?"
Jerry stood up and paced back and forth. "I don't know about
this. I was in this situation once before, and I didn't do it because I
thought I would have to start living a whole different lifestyle."
"You didn't do it because you are a moron," muttered George,
who had helped Jerry get that previous opportunity and had never
forgiven him for passing it up.
"Come on Jerry, live a little," encouraged Elaine. "A little wild
sex won't kill you."
"I'll kill you if you don't do it," said George helpfully.
Jerry looked at them and then threw his hands in the air. "OK,
OK, what the heck. I'll do it."
"Hot dog!" George clapped his hands together with glee.
"This is going to be great!"
"Listen to me, both of you," said Elaine. "I don't want you
telling anyone about this. It could really my reputation."
"Our lips are sealed," agreed George immediately.
"Yeah, I've heard you say that before," said Elaine over her
shoulder as she went into the bathroom to take her shower. "This time
I mean it."
George stared at Jerry in amazement. "Can you believe it?"
Jerry spread his hands out wide and shook his head. "I really
can't believe it. Our dear sweet Elaine."
George snorted. "Not when we get through with her." He
rubbed his hands together. "Now, we need a plan of action. Who's
going to do what, what's going to go where, it's all got to be decided
ahead of time."
At that moment, much to George and Jerry's dismay, the door
flew open and Kramer burst into the apartment.
"Hiya," he said to both of them. "Jerry, you ready to go?"
"Go where?" asked Jerry distractedly.
"To the grocery store, remember? There's a big fruit sale today
and I want to stock up."
Jerry recalled that he had promised his lanky neighbor that he
would go food shopping with him this evening. At the moment, it was
the last thing he wanted to do. However, he was worried that George
would spill the beans to Kramer, and he decided that it might be prudent
to separate them."
"OK, Kramer, lets go."
Kramer was looking at George curiously. "What's the matter,
buddy? You look like you've seen a ghost or something."
"Nothing's the matter," said George defensively. "Why do you
ask?"
"Oh yeah," said Kramer, leaning forward and inspecting
George's face closely. "Something's the matter all right."
"Nothing's the matter!" said Jerry desperately. "Now lets go."
Kramer spun around and looked at Jerry intently.
"Something's going on here - I can feel it!"
"Kramer, there is nothing going on here," repeated Jerry. His
heart sank as he saw that beads of sweat were forming on George's
forehead.
Kramer poked his finger into George's chest. "George, there's
something going on between you two, and I want to know what it is.
Now come on, out with it!"
George swallowed hard. He was visibly trembling as Kramer
stared directly into his eyes. "All right, all right... Jerry and I are
going to be in a threesome together."
Jerry shook his head sadly.
Kramer jumped a few inches into the air as if he had been jolted
by an electrical socket. "A threesome! That's unbelievable! Who's
the lucky lady?"
"No one you know," said George. "And it's none of your
business, anyway."
"No, no, no," said Kramer thoughtfully. "You can't fool
Cosmo Kramer. It's someone I know, isn't it?"
Suddenly Kramer heard the shower running, and realization
dawned. "It's Elaine! You are going to do a threesome with
Elaine!" He stared at George accusingly, as if daring him to deny it.
George's face drooped and he stared at the floor. "Yes, it's
Elaine," he admitted.
Jerry looked at his watch. "Four minutes. You managed to
keep that secret for four whole minutes. Very impressive."
George was too ashamed to speak.
"So, our sweet little Elaine is going to try some wild,
uninhibited lovemaking," said Kramer. "Count me in."
"Count you in?!" shouted George.
"Are you crazy?!" chimed in Jerry.
"This isn't like sharing a taxi!" said George angrily. "It's a
private matter between the three of us. You can't say anything to
Elaine about this, Kramer. If she finds out that you know, it will never
happen."
Kramer nodded grudgingly. "OK, OK, I won't say anything."
Just then Elaine walked out of the bathroom with a towel
around her head. "Jerry, can I use your hair dryer? Oh, hi Kramer."
"Well, hello there," said Kramer in a low, husky voice.
Elaine stopped in her tracks and stared at Kramer for a few seconds.
Then she looked at George. "You told him, didn't you?" George's
face told her the answer.
"He held out for four whole minutes," said Jerry. "For
George, that's not too bad."
"Well, that's just great," said Elaine angrily. "I guess I'll have
to call the whole thing off. I don't want the whole city to know about
it."
George shook his head despondently. He appeared to be close
to tears. Suddenly, he slapped himself repeatedly on the forehead.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid!"
Elaine thought it over briefly. "Unless....Kramer, you want
in?"
"Oh yeah - I want in." Kramer smiled happily.
"OK, we'll do it with Kramer," said Elaine.
"Hallelujah!" shouted George.
"You are going to do all three of us at once?" asked Jerry
disbelievingly.
"Sure, why not." She cocked her hip saucily at Jerry. "I have
three holes, don't I? Come on, too late to chicken out now."
Jerry shook his head in confusion. This was getting to be a
little too much for him. But Elaine was right, it was too late to back
out now.
"You know who else you should get in on this?" said Kramer
to Elaine.
"I hate to even ask," said Elaine. "But who?"
"Newman," said Kramer with a knowing nod.
"Newman?? Why Newman?" Elaine wrinkled her nose with
distaste. Newman was an overweight friend of Kramer's who lived in
the building. He and Jerry didn't get along.
"Well, most people don't know this, but Newman is a superb
cocksman."
"A what?" asked Elaine, laughing.
"A superb cocksman," repeated Kramer.
"How do you know?" asked George. "Are you just taking his
word for it?"
"I've seem him in action," answered Kramer with a meaningful
nod.
"That's too much information," said Jerry with disgust.
"No, no," said Kramer. "He was in some back in the
early eighties. Adult movies."
"Wait a minute," said George. "You're telling me Newman
used to be a porno actor? I don't believe it."
"I don't believe it either," said Jerry. "Kramer, you're nuts."
"Oh no, it's true," said Kramer. "Wait right here." He
disappeared out the door.
"Superb cocksman," said Jerry thoughtfully. "There's a phrase
you don't hear every day."
"I'll say," giggled Elaine.
"It's kind of raunchy and elegant at the same time," said Jerry,
switching into his stand-up comedian mode. "You know, I think it
would be a good phrase for a personal ad." He pantomimed reading a
classified ad. "Single white male, mid thirties, non-smoker, is looking
for someone to share special times with. Enjoy reading, rollerblading,
and avante garde films. Superb cocksman."
Elaine laughed. "That's pretty good, Jerry. You ought to put
that into your act."
"No, I don't think that would go over very well. I've got a
reputation as a comedian, you know."
"Too bad," said Elaine. "It's a lot funnier than most of your
stuff."
"Gee, thanks," said Jerry.
Kramer burst back into the apartment carrying a videotape.
"Here it is: 'Hot and Spicy Pizza Girls'! A classic." He
popped it into the VCR and started fast forwarding.
"Right up there with 'The Godfather', I'm sure," said Jerry
sarcastically.
"Here we go," said Kramer, playing the tape at normal speed.
On the screen, a scantily clad woman carrying a pizza box sauntered up
to the front of a house and rang the bell. A thin with curly
brown hair answered the door.
"There he is," said Kramer triumphantly. "That's Newman."
"That's not Newman," said George dismissively.
Elaine leaned in for a closer look. "Oh my God, that IS
Newman!"
"About ten thousand bear claws ago," observed Jerry.
"I don't get it," said George with a note of jealousy in his
voice. "Why would anyone put Newman in a porno movie?"
"Oh my God," said Elaine, staring wide-eyed at the TV.
"I must say, that's quite impressive," admitted Jerry.
"Quite a piece of equipment he's got there, isn't it," said
Kramer proudly. "He really knows how to use it, too."
George shook his head sadly. "I certainly can't compete with
that."
Elaine turned off the tape. "I've seen enough," she said.
"Newman's in."
Jerry threw up his hands in dismay. "Four guys! How are
you going to do four at once?"
"We need a plan," said George again. "You can't just rush into
these things willy-nilly and expect them to go smoothly."
Jerry gave him a dirty look. "Oh, so you're an expert, now.
Well, someone please explain to me how Elaine is going to satisfy four
men at once."
Jerry, George, and Kramer launched into an animated
discussion. Arguments began, and angry words were exchanged. A
sketch pad was used. George, who was secretly afraid that he was
going to be stuck with a hand job or an armpit, was particularly
vehement.
"SHUT UP, all of you!" Elaine was looking at them
accusingly, hands on her hips. They fell silent.
"This is MY orgy and I'll decide who does what."
They listened attentively.
"George, you get my ass."
"Why me?" asked George.
"Well, that's the tightest hole, and it's a very sensitive area.
I'm not sure how to put this nicely, George, but I think I would be
most comfortable with you in my ass."
George looked a little hurt. "What, you just assume that my
cock is the smallest?"
"Not at all. Jerry told me."
George shrugged. "That's OK. I wanted the ass anyway."
"Good," said Elaine. "Just be sure you wear a condom. And
not one of those blue ones, for Gods sake."
"Don't worry," said George reassuringly. "I threw all those
away."
"OK," continued Elaine. "Jerry, you have the best hygeine, so
you get my mouth. Kramer, that leaves you with my pussy. Now, is
everyone happy?"
They all nodded.
"What about Newman?" asked Jerry.
"He can be a substitute in case someone gets hurt," answered
Elaine with a laugh. "I just want to get a closer look at his tool,
anyway."
"So when do we do it?" asked George eagerly.
Elaine smiled. She was almost as eager as George. "How
about tomorrow at about this time? We'll all meet right here."
"All right," said Jerry. "Tomorrow it is. Do you think you can
wait that long?" he asked, looking at George.
"Are you kidding? I won a contest, remember?"
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The next day, George arrived at Jerry's apartment a bit early.
"I wanted to make sure I had time to get ready," he said, going
into the bedroom.
A few minutes later he came out wearing a paisley silk robe.
Jerry looked at him and laughed. "You look like Hugh Hefner.
All you need is the pipe."
"One should always dress appropriately for the occasion," said
George, inspecting himself in the mirror. "It's one of my philosophies
in life. If you want to be a swinger, you have to dress like a swinger."
"Well you look like one swinging dude, my friend."
Elaine was next to arrive. "Nice robe," she said to George with
a wan smile.
"Elaine, you look kind of pale," observed Jerry. "Are you
feeling all right?"
"I'm kind of nervous," she admitted. "I've never done
anything like this before, you know." She started opening cabinets in
the kitchen. "You have any booze?"
"Bottom cabinet next to the fridge," said Jerry.
Elaine found a bottle of Henneman's whiskey and poured herself a huge
drink. "Down the hatch," she said, tossing it back. "Whoa! That's
more like it."
As the alcohol took effect, color returned to her cheeks and she
began to dance around the apartment. She shimmied seductively up to
George and ran her hands up and down his chest, enjoying the slippery
feeling of the silk.
"I like a who knows how to dress for the occasion."
George nodded knowingly.
"OK, Costanza, let's see it," she suddenly said with a giggle.
George turned pale. "You want to see it? What, just like that?"
"You heard her, Hef," said Jerry. "She wants to see it."
"I think I better have a drink first," said George. He poured
himself a shot of whiskey and downed it. "Ahhhhh...I see what you
mean, Elaine. That does help."
He walked back over to Elaine and then, with one sudden
movement, he flung off the robe. He wasn't wearing anything under
it.
"Whoohoooo!" shouted Elaine. "Now were getting
somewhere."
"Nothing but socks," said Jerry. "That's always a nice look."
Elaine walked over to Jerry. "OK, wise guy, I think it's your
turn. You need a drink first?"
"No thanks. But what about you? When are you going to get
naked?"
"Not until everyone is here," said Elaine coquettishly. "But I
guess I can get a little more comfortable." She took off her blouse and
her skirt, revealing a short black teddy which was cut low in front.
She did a twirl for their benefit.
"Now, let's go Jerry," she said. "Chop, chop."
"You heard the woman," said George. "Besides, you won't
believe how much better you'll feel once you're naked." In fact,
George did look unusually radiant.
"OK, OK," said Jerry. He slowly removed his white sneakers
and socks, then his jeans and his t-shirt, folding them neatly as he took
them off. Finally, he stood completely naked.
"You know, this does feel pretty good," he said, smiling and
swinging his arms back and forth.
"I told you," said George.
Just then the doorknob rattled and there was a loud thud as
something hit the door.
"I thought it would be prudent to leave it locked this evening,"
said Jerry.
Elaine opened the door, and Kramer and Newman walked in.
Kramer was rubbing his forehead and looked a little dazed. Newman
walked up to Elaine, moving quite gracefully despite his bulk, and
kissed her hand gallantly. Then he stood in front of Jerry and gave
him a long look up and down.
"Hello, Jerry," he sneered.
"Hello, Newman." Jerry tried to sound confident and superior,
but he felt himself wilting under Newman's gaze.
"What's the matter, Jerry, you look a little uncomfortable," said
Newman with a smirk.
"You have me at kind of a disadvantage here," protested Jerry.
"I'm naked and you're fully dressed."
Newman glanced briefly down at Jerry's midsection and
snickered. "Oh, I have you at a disadvantage all right."
Kramer suddenly noticed that George and Jerry were naked.
"You didn't start without us, did you?"
"Not all," said Jerry.
"Come on, Kramer and Newman," said Elaine, doing another
twirl. "All the have to take it off, and then we can get started."
"Giddyup," said Kramer eagerly, and he put down the duffel
bag he was carrying. He tore off his polyester sport shirt, sending a
button bouncing across the floor, kicked off his shoes, and dropped
his pants, leaving himself completely nude.
"Now that's what I call following orders," said Elaine
appreciatively.
Newman had gone into the bedroom to undress. Now he
walked out, also naked, with a little smile on his face. His smile was
the only little thing about him. His wide chest and big belly made him
appear twice the size of any of the other in the room. But what
really caught ones eye was his immense tool, which hung down to his
knees and was as as a mans forearm. The overall impression he
gave was of a bull elephant.
"What can I say, Newman," said Elaine, sounding a little out of
breath. "I don't know where I'm going to find the room for that."
"I'm sure we can squeeze it in somewhere," he said.
The other three were trying desperately not to look at the
portly postal worker. Jerry decided to try to change the subject.
"Hey Kramer - what's in the duffel bag, party boy?"
"Equipment, Jerry."
"Ooh, toys," said Elaine, perking up. "Lets see."
Kramer unzipped the duffel bag, rooted around, and then
pulled out a large, black dildo.
Jerry shook his head in wonderment. "A dildo, Kramer? We
have four and one woman - what on earth do we need a dildo
for?"
"He's got a point, Kramer," laughed Elaine. "Lets see what
else you have in there."
"Right," said Kramer, unfazed. He reached in again and pulled
out a big plastic squeeze bottle. "How about some massage oil?"
"That's more like it." She took the bottle and pointed it
playfully at Jerry. A jet of oil arced past the comedian and splattered
onto his couch.
"My couch! Don't mess up my couch!"
Elaine started laughing hysterically. Ignoring Jerry's attempts
to protect his couch, she began squirting oil at all of them and then
rubbing it in. A few minutes later, Jerry, George, and Kramer were all
coated from head to toe with a glistening coat of oil. Newman seemed
content to stand aside and watch.
"What's that scent?" inquired George during a break in the
action. He had been very quiet since Newman had arrived, but he
seemed to have regained his courage.
"Passion fruit," replied Kramer.
Jerry made a face. "This apartment is going to smell like
passion fruit for months."
Elaine giggled. "You make that sound like a bad thing."
"All right, Miss Benes," said Jerry. "We're all naked,
completely covered with oil, and sporting firm erections of various
sizes and shapes. I think it's time for you to lose that teddy."
"I guess you're right," she said.
Elaine's cheeks were flushed, her chest was heaving with the
exertion of spreading oil on three squirming men, and her eyes were
sparkling. To put it succinctly, she looked extremely hot. After
handing the bottle of oil to George, she closed her eyes and raised her
arms over her head.
"All right, men. You may do with me as you wish."
They pulled her teddy up over her head and off, and slid her
black thong down her legs to the floor. Massage oil was
squirted all over her body in generous amounts, and then Elaine felt the
delicious sensation of six large, male hands stroking every slippery
square inch of her anatomy.
She opened her eyes for a moment to see who was doing what.
George was standing in front of her, kneading her with both
hands. Kramer was on his knees, running his hands up and down her
legs. Jerry was behind her, massaging her back from her shoulders
down to her ass.
"Mmmmm," she said. "That feels wonderful, guys."
She closed her eyes again and concentrated on enjoying the
administrations of her three friends. She imagined that this was what a
car would feel like going through one of those deluxe hand washes
where the attendants swarm all over it with their hoses, sponges, and
soft rags. She became hornier and hornier, and it was a relief when
Jerry finally slid his hand down between her slippery ass cheeks and
fingered her from behind.
"Oh, God," she moaned.
"We certainly won't be needing any more oil down here," said
Jerry. He a slipped a finger into her, and then added a second and a
third. As Jerry finger-fucked her from behind, Kramer started rubbing
her from the front.
Elaine's eyes snapped open. She couldn't wait any longer.
"Enough foreplay!" she shouted gleefully. "Let's get to the main
event! Kramer, lie down right there on your back." She pointed to the open
space behind the couch.
Kramer complied quickly, stumbling over his duffel bag and
almost falling down. The floor was extremely slippery from all the oil.
Elaine saw with satisfaction that Kramer's cock was fully erect
and pointing up at the ceiling. She stood over him for a few seconds
with her legs straddling his chest, savoring the moment, and then she
lowered herself onto his waiting love muscle, which slid smoothly into
her fully lubricated quim.
"Oh, Baby!!" shouted Kramer.
He started wildly thrusting up into her, and Elaine felt like she
was in a rodeo.
"Take it easy, Kramer! If you buck me off I'm not getting back
on." Kramer was giving her a hell of a ride, but he was making it
impossible for anyone else to join in. Besides, she suspected that at
this rate he would be finished in about ten seconds.
"Sorry," said Kramer, and he managed to calm it down
considerably.
"OK, George, you're next," said Elaine. She leaned forward
and supported herself by putting her hands on Kramer's shoulders.
Behind her, she could feel George awkwardly shuffling into position.
"OW!" said Kramer as George accidentally kneed him in the
balls.
"Sorry."
Finally, Elaine felt the tip of George's cock pressing on her
anus. She pushed her rear end back towards him, and his modest tool
was soon buried to the hilt in her ass. She closed her eyes and enjoyed
the new sensation of having both holes filled at once. Then she felt
something warm pressing on her lips, and she opened her mouth to let
Jerry's cock fill up her last available orifice.
The apartment was soon filled with moans, sighs, and cries of
pleasure, as the tangled mass of human flesh pulsed, shook, and
moved this way and that.
Out of the corner of her eye, Elaine noticed Newman standing
to one side and nonchalantly stroking his magnificent meat, which
was sticking straight out in front of him like a tree branch. She thought
it looked sturdy enough to hang his mail bag from.
Newman didn't look at all put out at being left out of the
festivities; in fact, he still had a hint of a smirk on his face. Elaine was
suddenly obsessed with the idea of trying to get that giant cock into her
mouth. It was the challenge of it that appealed to her: it would be like
trying to climb Mount Everest or swim the English Channel.
She focused her attention on Jerry's cock, trying to
make him come. She was quite skilled at this particular activity, and
since she was Jerry's former girlfriend, she naturally knew just what
worked best on him.
Before long, Jerry was moaning and grunting with pleasure.
As he felt the orgasm starting to build in his loins, he happened to look
over at Newman. His nemesis was looking back at him with a
mocking smile on his face, and with a flash of insight the comedian
realized what was happening.
Desperately, he tried to back away from the brink, but it was
too late. "Newman," he thought to himself with disgust as he spurted
his semen into the back of Elaine's throat.
"Amateur," said Newman softly to Jerry as he sidled over to
take his place. "Step aside and let a real take over." Jerry was too
dispirited to reply.
Now Elaine was facing her greatest challenge face to face. She
gamely opened her mouth as wide as it would go, and was just barely
able to encircle her lips around the head of the beast. Inch by inch,
Newman's cock began to disappear into her mouth like a sluggish
python returning to its den.
By opening her throat and fighting the urge to gag, she finally
managed to get it about halfway into her mouth. Her jaw ached from
being opened so wide; she felt like a being roasted on a spit.
Newman then began sliding it in and out, causing Elaine to make
muffled gagging sounds. Her eyes bulged out of her head, and saliva
ran down her chin and made a puddle on the floor. She was having the
time of her life.
For some reason, the sight of Elaine choking on Newman's
giant cock was an incredible turn-on for both George and Kramer, and
they began fucking harder and faster. This had a synergistic effect:
since their cocks were only separated by a thin membrane, each one
was effectively stimulating the other with his own cock. Soon they
were both thrusting furiously.
Of course, this was also providing a huge amount of
stimulation to Elaine. She let Newman's cock slide back out of her
mouth, and concentrated on fucking Kramer and George.
After a few more seconds of exponential buildup, George,
Kramer, and Elaine had simultaneous, explosive orgasms. The three
of them then collapsed in a tangled, sweaty heap on the floor.
As she caught her breath, Elaine saw Newman standing over
her, his cock still ominously firm. She knew she would never be able
to do it justice with her mouth.
"OK, Newman," she said, spreading her legs. "Try not to
damage any internal organs."
Newman wordlessly pressed the head of the monster against
the opening to Elaine's pussy. Elaine felt a moment of pain as her love
channel was spread wider than ever before, and then she moaned in
ecstasy as it began sliding into her, deeper than seemed humanly
possible.
Newman began fucking her with long, smooth strokes of his
magnificent manhood, giving Elaine orgasm after orgasm. Finally, he
let out a guttural groan and clenched his teeth; clearly he was close to
coming.
Elaine prepared herself to be tossed around like a rag doll by
the force of Newman's orgasm, but at the last second Newman pulled
out and stroked himself to climax over Elaine's stomach. ropes
of semen sprayed out of his cock, coating Elaine's stomach, breasts,
and face. A few spurts of sprack even sailed as far as the couch,
where they landed with a sodden thud.
"My couch!" wailed Jerry.
"That's what's called a 'money shot' in the adult film
business," Kramer informed them. "Old habits die hard, eh
Newman?"
"Sorry about that, Jerry," said Newman with transparent
insincerity.
Elaine wiped the semen out of her eyes and looked around.
Kramer and Newman looked quite satisfied, but she sensed that
George and Jerry felt a bit upstaged by Newman. She felt a sudden
rush of warmth and sympathy for them - they were terrific friends,
despite their quirks.
"You were all wonderful," she said, looking at George and
Jerry in particular. "We should do this again real soon."
"Really?" asked George, hopefully. "You aren't just saying
that?"
"Of course not," said Elaine with a contented smile. "You
are all superb cocksmen."
The End, "The Gangbang"
©1997 by DG. All rights reserved.
Author's notes
1) As always, I'd enjoy hearing what you thought of the
story - my email is dionysian1@hotmail.com.
2) Thanks to Baird Allen, I have a nice web page with all my
stories on it. Please drop by and check it out some time:
http://baird.pair.com/dg.htm
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