My bang bang story

 

Someone sent me a message earlier tonight with his thoughts on why he enjoyed seeing his girl gangbanged . It offered an interesting perspective, and got me to thinking about why I enjoy them so much. I’ve never written much about my gangbangs, especially anything along the lines of a detailed account of them. I just never knew how to put what I felt into words. There’s so much going on that you literally can’t keep track of it all (which is one reason why I encourage anyone doing one to have a monitor). Anyone who’s been gangbanged will understand exactly what I mean.

You see all these cocks coming at you and all you can concentrate on is getting them into your mouth while at the same time you have this (usually rhythmically uncoordinated) pair of cocks fucking your cunt and asshole simultaneously. So you have all of this insane sensation going on from being DP’ed while you’re focusing on sucking a cock with some semblance of skill, and in the case of my first one, I’d also at times have two hands jerking off other cocks and a guy straddling my chest fucking my tits. I don’t think it takes a rocket scientist to figure out that that equates to sensory overload.So I thought to myself that I’d just write down a series of random thoughts that go through my mind when I reflect on my first gangbang and see how they pan out.

For days before my first gangbang, I was outrageously sexually excited. It had been my fantasy for years to be the center in a gangbang from having seen it in porn so much. I shared that with my oyibo pilot boyfriend at the time ( German , if i may add. They seems to be the crazest weirdess sex obsessed people on earth after Japanese) while we were watching porn one night and he, being the loving BF he was, arranged for me to have my first one on my 24th birthday. So for days I was fantasizing about what it would be like and masturbating myself to death.

We had no idea how many people would show up. My BF contacted some of his Pilot colleagues in town and they promised to get “some guys” to fuck me. Even up to the point where I walked into the room where this was to happen, I didn’t know. I walked out and the room was full. It turned out there were 8 men of varying shapes and sizes. I was so giddy I was on the verge of an orgasm as I stood there naked before these strangers as my monitor went over my rules of engagement. I hadn’t touched myself for over 24 hours in the hopes it would help me enjoy the sex more fully.

My rules of engagement were no piss, no cum shots to the eye (as if that could be helped), no DP of single orifices, nothing that drew blood, and no hitting me in the face. Anything else was fair game unless I indicated I wanted it to stop during the bang.

Things got started kind of slowly. I got down on my knees and began sucking and jerking off cocks, moving from one person to another. Finally one of the guys laid down on the floor and I got on top of him and sank down onto his cock. Within seconds I was having my first orgasm. A few seconds later another guy pushed his cock into my asshole and the gangbang was officially underway. I kept sucking and jerking dicks as fast as people would swap them out. From that point forward, I couldn’t tell you how many people switched out, how many dicks I’d sucked, what order they got sucked, etc.

For the first few cycles, I could tell which cocks I was sucking had just come out of my asshole. But like all your other senses, your sense of taste goes away pretty much as well, and from that point I don’t even recall tasting the semen.

There is nothing that will make you feel more like a slut than fucking a bunch of men simultaneously while being sprayed with semen from all different directions. There’s nothing that will make you feel more sexually alive than fucking a bunch of men simultaneously while being sprayed with semen from all different directions. There’s nothing that will make you feel more like a piece of fuckmeat than being fucked by a bunch of men simultaneously.

The center in a gangbang is a master of multi-tasking. Although I wasn’t doing the work I do now back then, and my job currently involves a great deal of multi-tasking, I’ve not come close to having to focus and concentrate on what was going on at work to the extent I had to while I was being banged.

After an hour and a half of continuous sex, I had to stop to go to the bathroom, wash my eyes out, and rehydrate (someone had to guide me to the bathroom because I couldn’t see). Since my first one was a condomless bang, I literally had to drain my rectum as well. I also had to eat some crackers to keep all the semen in my stomach from making me nauseous (someone had to run around the corner to the store to get me a small box of crackers because we hadn’t planned for that!). When we started back up, we moved onto some furniture and a bed where things (i.e., my KNEES!) would be more comfortable. We went another almost two hours before I had to break again, though things slowed down as time progressed. After another break, another two hours of fucking. By the time we ended, there were just three men left doing the actual fucking.

I have no idea how many orgasms I had. It was not an inconsequential amount since I am easily multi-orgasmic even with vanilla sex. It’s harder than many people realize to keep your focus on jerking, sucking, and fucking while having an orgasm.

When we were done, I went and took a shower to wash all the cum, sweat, and spit off of me. On the way home, I masturbated in the car, and when we got inside, my boyfriend and I fucked for a little over an hour. I still wasn’t done, so while he went to sleep I went into a spare room and masturbated for another hour before my hand gave out and my clit was so sore I couldn’t stand it any longer. So I went and took another shower and went to bed.

The next day I was sore as fuck, especially my inner thighs, my knees, and my jaw. But I masturbated several more times that day. I also had several bruises on my body from being smacked around and from having spent so much time on my knees.

I take immense pride in the fact that I outlasted a dozen and a half people. I felt like a sexual Jedi who’d just passed a final initiation test.

In porn, you don’t see all the logistics of moving about during a gangbang, nor do you see the mess that gets made. And unless you’ve been in one with that many people, you have no idea how much grool and cum is produced and how much of it gets on the floor, the furniture, in your orifices, in your hair, etc.

Source: codedruns.com