My First Gangbang: DIary of A College Girl

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One weekend I went to a football game with some girls I was friendly with from school. The girls found out about a party that night, and asked me to go with them. I really did not get into high school parties, but I didn’t have plans and figured the party would beat sitting around my house playing with myself.

I must have made some noise when I came because I heard voices noting this and confirming that I was enjoying myself...which I guess I was. Once home, I used all of their cum from my pussy and ass to rub my clit until I came again and again alone I my bed. I repeated this again upon awakening the next day. I am told confession is good for the soul, OK, here it is... This confession is about the time that I had my first Gang-Bang, if it was a rape or not I just do not know. I do not think so; it cannot be considered a rape as I see it, because how can you boy or boys in this case rape the willing girl? In thinking over that night with a more mature brain and I have essentially concluded that someone at that party drugged me by slipping something into one of the drinks that I had. On the other hand, what I found when trying to set one up was that (like most parties) only about 2/3 of those you invite show up.There was also a guy I was "involved " with too—- a long distance relationship- but he was in California and given our respective work schedules, didn't get to see each other all that often. That really wasn't satisfactory for me either either. While I've not repeated this kind of a gang bang since then ( although I HAVE had some similar experiences that were both planned and spontaneous) the remembrance of that night has been the center of many self stimulated orgasms and a story that constantly turns my husband on. I smiled, and said, “Nah, I just usually hang with a different crowd. I’m not any better or worse than any person.”

So I went to a party that friends of mine at the hospital suggested I go to just to see if there would be anyone I could meet up with. Joe spoke up and said, “But you don’t have any clothes left, what do we get out of it if you lose.” My first attempt at a GB, only one guy showed up... so not so much a gangbang. I think I had invited 4 or 5 (wanting to keep it right around that number). When I finally managed to do it later, I ended up with a few more guys that I really needed. By the third try I got it right and invited a couple of extra girls to help even things out. Fluffers are a necessity of any gangbang (that would be extra girls there to keep the guys hard and happy while they are waiting for their turn with you). I'm guessing the most any girl can really handle on her own without help is 4 (1 mouth, 2 hands, and 1 in either her pussy or her ass - but I don't see most women managing both of those and still handling the other 3).The following is an account of a real event that I found myself involved in about 1985 while single and living in Northeastern Ohio. I was working as a nurse so it was always difficult to meet guys. I'd tried the bar scene before. That provided me with some "entertainment" if you will, but all those guys seemed to want was a woman to satisfy their "needs" and nothing more. That may be OK for a while, but I was searching for something longer lasting than a night in their bed. I didn't go to a church, so meeting guys there was a nonstarter. I'd gone out with guys I knew from school, from friends of friends and even a relative of a patient I took care of. Doctors doing their Residency were another easy option that I had explored, but nothing ever seemed to last from those relationships. Is that fair?” They all nodded yes and somehow, wink wink, I lost the next game. Frank won, so I asked him, ”Well, what do you want me to do?” My moans of pleasure got everyone's attention and they started calling me a cum slut - which I guess I was after getting 4 loads of cum into pussy, my ass and my mouth and having 2 orgasms from all of that so far. I reluctantly (yeah right) agreed. I told them to line up in front of me and to drop their drawers. Sweet, here's your clothes and we'll be seeing you later than," he says before walking me outside, where a cab was waiting.