Priya’s MDMA Gangbang

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The new Priya story is finished and online (US Amazon site, but available in all markets, and in a cheaper-by-the-story volume here, as well as Smashwords, where it’s currently free for various text formats). You may recall her from Priya’s Education (sample), in which she slept with her second and third guys at the same time, and in front of her fiancé.

The new one is 12,000 words of fun, and the start is below, while a whole ‘girlfriend on MDMA sucks a bunch of dicks’ story in DOC format can be found here if you want something same same but different (Asian girlfriend, backstage and high at a club, playing with an array of BBC):

ONE

Now this is a story about me and Priya going to Thailand for our honeymoon, and you might think of course I fucked a lot of prostitutes, and that’s where this story is going, but no, not at all.

I mean, yes, I did have a threesome or four, and a few relaxing massages that involved my penis getting sucked, but all that stuff I did on the hush-hush, and it’s not the kind of thing I’d promote or condone in any text going out with my name on it, even with a funky nom de porn.

So instead this a story is about my wife, Priya, and as you might get from the title it tells of her getting fucked by a few guys at once in a torrid gangbang, the kind of thing that got cum stains all over her beach sarong. So if you’ve got any problems with that I recommend you stop reading now, because things are about to get weird.

TWO

If you’re still here then maybe you read another story I wrote about me and my then fiancée, Priya’s Education, but if not I’ll bring you up to speed.

Priya and I work in tech. We’re young, affluent, and very much in love. But Priya hadn’t dated much before me, and so when I proposed she agreed on one condition – that she get to sleep with another guy first, just to broaden her horizons. We went to Vegas and she hooked up with two guys at once, plus me, for a full on mini-gangbang affair. It was a lot of fun, and we both got some things out of our system, at least for a while.

Now a little about Priya, so can paint a picture in your head. She’s dark skinned, medium height, slim but full figured, in the sense that she’s got tits and ass, but a well-toned body with a slender waist. She does yoga, jogs, eats right and takes care of herself.

We both do.

We have nice lives and want to live a long time.

We had this big family wedding, a lot of traditions and photos. Then a few days later, after we’d recovered, we got on a plane and flew to Thailand. We had the whole thing set up for the start and end of the trip, but a week in the middle to keep our options open. Which in our case meant going to an island, taking drugs, and having lots of sex.

No biggie – a lot of folk do it these days. Like I said, we had a lot of fun in Vegas that time, and I often thought about Priya getting spit-roasted when we were in bed.

So, that’s the set-up. We got married and went on honeymoon, and I’ll start the dialogue and everything in the next scene, which is us on the airplane – first class, of course – drinking champagne and enjoying smoked salmon off real plates. We felt pretty good about ourselves, and happy to be starting the rest of our lives together, and this is where the story really begins.

THREE

We’d met an interesting guy in the VIP lounge – dreadlocks and tie-dye, cargo pants and Birkenstocks. But he had $, you could see from his watch and devices, the easy way he settled into it all.

Now tech is full of types like that, and I thought maybe I knew him, and if not maybe I should.

“Hi,” I said, and told him my name and where I worked. “Did we meet at that retreat last year?”

He smiled.

“Maybe,” he said, “I’ve played a few of those.”

“Played?”

“Yeah,” he put out his hand, and I shook it, “My name’s Dave Milken, but maybe you know me as DJ Deep Lust.”

I had no idea what he was talking about.

“Sorry,” I said, “doesn’t ring a bell. Haven’t been dancing for years, to be honest.”

He nodded.

“Yeah, I get it. I get hired to play some events and I don’t think anyone knows who I am, but it’s all cool. Pays well, and I get to meet some interesting people. Where you off to?”

“Thailand, honeymoon.”

“Me too. Vacation, plus a party.”

“They fly you out for that?”

“Not really. Got a friend who bought a beach out there. Put up all new huts and cabins, VIP place in the hills, opened it last summer. Been meaning to check it out some time, and he asked me to come over and put on a full moon show. No flights, but free accommodation, and…well, it’s not for the money.”

I’d heard about full moon parties, but wanted to know more. Dave told me it was a simple deal – you go to an island, the cops are paid off, and there’s a big party on the beach where everyone takes drugs and dances their asses off. I told him I was interested, but I’d have to clear it with Priya first, and he gave me his card and told me to get in touch if it happened.

“There’s good accommodation,” he said, “it’s not cheap, but I know you can afford it. Just let me know and you can get it booked. Even get a helicopter from the mainland.”

That’s how it all began.

FOUR

We were on the plane when I told Priya about the party, because I wanted this guy to set things up when we landed in Bangkok, if my new wife agreed.

“Drugs,” she said, in whisper, “in Thailand? Is it safe?”

“I think so. The guy said they pay off the cops – it’s a big tourist thing. Said we can fly in, stay in a nice cabin, get a driver to and from the beach. His buddy owns it. It’s all cool.”

“It’s as safe as that thing in the desert?”

“Burning Man? Yeah, I don’t see why not.”

“And, well,” she lowered her voice even more, “do you think there’ll be a lot of sex at this place too?”

“I think it’s more music and dancing. It could be a lot of fun, and if not, we’re still on a beautiful island, and we can go back to the cabin any time we want.”

“I hope so,” she said, holding my arm. “I mean, this is our honeymoon.”

I kissed her.

I loved her.

“Of course,” I said, “just wait till we get off this flight.”

Priya put a hand on my thigh and her lips against my ear.

“Why wait until then?”

FIVE

Now I should say here that I don’t consider myself that sexually adventurous, which may seem odd coming from a man who once wrote about fucking his fiancée with two other guys and is now working on a story about a drug-fueled gangbang in Thailand, but that’s not who I am, not really, and I don’t think it’s who my wife is either. We don’t go to swinging parties, don’t even watch porn together. We’re vanilla, most of the time, but when we go on vacation something seems to get in Priya, and I like it.

Turned out she had a whole plan for this sex in the air deal, and it wasn’t just a skirt with no panties. No, she was going to start weeping, sobbing uncontrollably, then get up and go to the bathroom, turning back to look at me and saying “I can’t believe he’s dead.” I was going to stand up, apologize to those nearby, and say she’d just got some bad news.

Then I’d go to the bathroom, knock on the door, talk softly, and she’d let me in.

She figured we’d have five minutes, tops, before anyone started getting suspicious.

“Here you are,” she said, handing me a condom, and then she screwed up her face and started to cry.

Get the rest from Amazon or Smashwords.

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