Lisa's competition for gangbang or a moment

«She had put the ball in play and was now eager to see which team would report to her. Lisa, what a thoroughbred woman. Actually, women lose their desire as they get older. But with her it was the other way round. She was already a nyphomaniac as a young, precocious fruit. Her lust and her desire for its satisfaction determined the rhythm of her day.
She often masturbated in the morning, then quickly fucked over the lunch break with an opportunity that presented itself, before giving free rein to her urges in the evening. She was a wild little slut. A few times she had to change the spot and the place because she just caused too much trouble.
That Sunday she was home alone, clicking through her dating portals and driving the studs wild outside. She felt safe in her home and longed for a hot sauna session. Her only companion was her black pleasure-giver, which she affectionately called «magic dildo». Her husband was out of the house and she was looking forward to a cosy evening. But the stallions entered her dating portal in seconds, wanting to inseminate her mare plum and ride her wildly.... She read their messages and got hornier and hornier....
When the sauna was really hot, she grabbed the massage oil, poured her favourite scented water over the hot stone and lay down on the wooden bench. Her labia were already wet before she really started to sweat. The black dildo stood in front of her like a candlestick. «I won't need the oil today», she thought. She felt so hot and horny. Just a moment ago she had exchanged a few lines with Benu. He was lying in the bathtub playing with his cock. «Oh, how I'd love to spoil him», she thought aloud. And as if guided by magic, she grabbed her pubis, played with her lips and noticed how her nipples became hard and how her pubis began to slime. Her anus slowly stretched and her finger found its way into her ass cunt. She played delicately with the rosette and her breath found the rhythm of pleasure. Delicately and determinedly she explored her body. She knew every spot and was always amazed at how it was willing to give her such great pleasure. And then she reached for the dildo. She guided it into her mouth, made me wet and saw the fleshy body in her mind's eye. Then she took it, lay on her back and guided the thick hard cock into her pleasure centre. She stretched it at will and pushed herself deeper and deeper into her hot hole. Waves of pleasure flowed through her cells and she enjoyed the solo. Before she exploded, she pushed the cock into her anus, straightened up and rode it while sitting until it gushed out of her. The orgasm caught her short and hard. She only now realised that her circulation was about to collapse. Exhausted and relieved, she stepped out of the sauna, plodded to the PC and was amazed at how desirable she was. Afterwards she showered, lay down and relaxed. She knew that right now dozens of men were pleasuring themselves as she had done before. How weird, how unique, how horny....and all thanks to the internet.
And so she made a bold plan. She wanted to meet some of the men who had been writing to her for a long time, who had teased her with words, videos, drawings, stories, who were allies in matters of sex addiction, and have a gangbang with them. She didn't ask for anything, because they were all soulmates, lost and searching in the satisfaction of their urges. She wanted to be young again and be fucked properly, she wanted to be used and abused, she wanted to feel her body down to the deepest cell, feel it as a pleasure meter measured by other carnal desires. She dreamed of cocks, stiff, big, crooked, shiny acorns that would squirt the juice into her face. She would take this in as much as they could and let the rest run down her breasts. And she had pictures of men fucking her ass cunt while she sucked cock and staked her cunt on cock. She was multiple in her perception, she had sensors everywhere, seismographs that brought her to the brink of orgasm just thinking about next Sunday. Her thoughts triggered feelings and desire and her body responded. It was soaked in and she became hot, her breath thin and her lip moist.
And so she sat down at the PC and called on her fan base to hit each other like men. She wished for stories, fantasies of how a gangbang with her could go and promised the winners that they would invite her to the «Saunaplausch» next Sunday. She had never done that before. She hadn't gone that far out on a limb in years. Was it because of the harsh winter, or because of the inner clock that had started ticking for her too?
That didn't bother her. She just wanted to experience something. She wanted to welcome spring in a special way. She just wanted to be crazy again, let herself be guided by her fantasies and see what would develop from them. She knew that she would not meet the world of men alone. She thought of her two best friends, whom she could surely win over for the gang-bang. And so she got on the phone and told them about her crazy competition.
They had just a two-hour window for this fun, because that was the time her husband spent every Sunday in the pub playing with his mates. What if he came back too early? Would he join in, or...? Lisa had to think about it carefully, she had to know how big a risk she was taking. Her friends were with her. And so the week flew by. Entries and applications poured into her inbox by the minute. Yes, she would have needed dozens of friends if she had wanted to consider all the gentlemen, and her sauna would have had to be the size of a wellness oasis.
Tuesday - five more days until her crazy event. Lisa marvelled at her announcement. She read it over and over and knew there was no turning back. She was glad she had let her best friends in on the plan and was calmer now. Of course she was worried about what kind of guys would contact her. Would anyone even come, or did her offer smell like April 1 banter, saying. «On May 1, send the fools bck home again!» The work was routine and distracted her a little. When she came home early in the evening, she was amazed at the abundance of requests, stories, photos and invitations. Some of them very original, some of them shallow: «I'm in and I'll fuck your brains out» from her head..... Fuck you till you're flat..... My cock drills and stuffs you till you're flat. She just groaned tiredly. There must be classier requests out there. In fact, she already had a few favourites with whom she had chatted. Of course, her friends also wanted to know who or what was coming up to her. That's why she arranged a date with her best friend. She was lost in thought when her husband returned from work. He still looked very attractive. His caring and stamina never failed to impress her. He smiled at her and she just wanted to feel him close. She stood up, with a seductive smile she stepped towards him and showed him that she really wanted him. He put the folder on his side, embraced his wife and kissed her deeply and firmly. She stood there and felt his hardening cock knocking at her. Then she knelt down in front of him and freed his wild root and grabbed the glans with her demanding maw. She sucked his stalk, remembering her first asparagus, his soft head and rude trunk. The veins stood out and his blood boiled in his loins. His scrotum hung, producing sperm and fluid with the help of testosterone and her sucking rhythm. Her eyes lit up with happiness. For her, seeing him like this was happiness, joy and release. His gaze seemed masculine and yet it was she who controlled it. She knelt before him in a despotic position, but she guided his feelings and emotions. Again and again she had the image of Jesus washing people's feet in her mind's eye. Yes, she was not Jesus, she did not wash the feet, but she was in a similar posture. She was aware that she could only bring him so far, that he could become so generous, because she gave him the greatest pleasure unconditionally. And he was sturdy, calm, like a rock in the surf. She could build on him, she could rely on him. He knew how lucky he was to have her. And above all, he was delighted with her libido.
Ever since they knew each other, sex had been an integral part of their relationship; a fixed ritual that had to be used again and again when the relationship was put to the test. He loved her body, her horniness, her cunt and her tight ass. He enjoyed her firm buds and her buxom ass. But he also loved how she smelled, craved her juices and drank them from all her holes. They were his source that kept him alive. And he loved when her body quivered above him, or when his thighs slapped against her buttocks, or when his glans was deep in her throat, making her eyes shine even crazier than during standard lovemaking. Her labia he could caress, like a rabbit nibbling on a carrot. And when she unloaded over him, squeezed, he shot his seed into her bubbling grotto and then licked it empty. She also loved to take his outpouring inside her, swallow it or spread it on her face. Yes, they were both a horny team. But were they also faithful? That evening belonged to them. She sucked herself against him. He growled with lust and her blood boiled. Then he pushed her down on the armchair, lifted her legs onto his shoulders and found her wet, fragrant grotto. Luckily she was wearing an open leg dress and no thongs, she thought to herself. His tongue was already in her hole and his hands were reaching for her hanging gardens. That was what he had been calling her breasts for a few years now, as they followed the path of gravity. But they were still full, soft and her nipples hard, like unripe berries. With his tongue he licked his way to her clit and nibbled on that little pleasure bowl, enjoying the way her moans matched his action. He knew she was getting hot as a rat when he slid his finger into her ass now, just slowly bit by bit, with light movements. She obliged with her pelvic gyrations and so began the spiralling play they both loved so much. Now it was time. He stood up and pushed his cock into her pleasure garden. She squealed and he began the wild moans of a bull. His expression went rigid and he fucked her wildly, as if in a trance, and she began to scream. He had not taken her as wildly as he did today for a long time. Each thrust pushed her harder into the chair and she thought he could drive her through it. But he stopped and ordered her to kneel down. She obeyed and spread her ass with her small hands. Both holes laughed at him and he chose the smaller one, the rounder and tighter one. He pressed his firm hard cock through her first ring of muscle. Then he was engulfed by her. Her anus sucked his sword inch by inch into her ass sheath. He could not resist the suction. And now she fucked him in her cow position inch by inch she pushed her box forward, and then back again. He stood there and let her have her way, feeling her joie de vivre in every move she made. He enjoyed the moment, as he had when he was a little c***d - when rapture was without him having to do anything for it. This is what it must be like in paradise, he kept thinking, when he was so one with her.
And then he lay down on the floor and she rode him with all her holes. Her ass quivered, her cleft ran and her tongue felt the taste of her juices and his excretions. She didn't know how long they had been doing it, but suddenly it came to her - all of a sudden, just like that - way too soon or just right - she didn't know. But what she did feel was her crotch twitching, her body quivering and her bladder beginning to spurt. A gush of champagne and juice flowed and squirted from her grotto and at the same time she felt his warm oily juice inside her. This ran out of her hole onto his pubis and between his balls and she sat on it like a mother hen - a brooding hen - trying to take this essence back inside her. The result was that her ass was oily, wet and was and his cock slid back and forth under her like a slow worm. But her mouth lobe tongued and licked his salty face.
At that moment she was happy. Afterwards, they both showered. Afterwards, they prepared a small dinner and enjoyed it. He spoke of his day, his work, the hectic pace, that it's just always about the big picture. But for her and the home, the daily struggle in the business world was worth it. She spoke of her day. Of her joys and sorrows and that she was happy to know he was by her side. They both seemed happy. But she knew very well that he also had his secrets from her, as well as vice versa. They were only human, they did not anoint their feet. But they didn't have to. For their hearts beat for each other. Otherwise, they were beings of flesh and blood and knew about temptations.
New day - new happiness, she thought as she looked at herself in the mirror in the morning. She was satisfied with her appearance. She knew she was no longer twenty. She didn't want to be any more. Life had already given her so much. She had sown a lot. Now it was time to harvest. «A big load will be brought in on Sunday», she smiled. In the afternoon she meets with her best friend. They want to go through the application dossiers and finish planning how this meeting should go. Just thinking about Sunday made her feel like she was back in her early youth, like when she first started dating: cold feet, palpitations and an inner restlessness that kept her constantly on her toes. This was joined by the feeling of lust, greed and a tingling through her thighs to the place where lust was at home. When she came out of the bathroom, she said goodbye to her husband, who was already on his way out the door. Then she quickly checked her profile and was amazed at how much mail had already piled up. But she had no time, because she was working part-time and wanted to do a good job, as always.
At lunch, she imagined if there were men sitting in the passage outside the restaurant or even in the dining hall, vying to meet her. Fortunately, her friend appeared. They chatted about this and that, but not about Sunday. They wanted to plan it calmly and thoroughly at her place.
With a cup of coffee and two laptops on their knees, they scoured the posts for the real treasures. «Oh Lisa, you're insane,» said Rahel, her friend. «So much junk.... no Sunday - the die is cast. Eight gentlemen received an invitation to 4 pm. They expected four to six gentlemen to show up in the best case. In the early afternoon, the three horny bitches met at Lisa's place. In their imaginations, each had already fucked several of the men. They were really horny, because they only knew the guys from their contributions. These were awesome... and there must be something of that in each of these horny bucks. There was another small change. Her husband had an important appointment on Sunday at short notice. He was probably out of the house from noon until the next morning. «How life goes,» the wet quartet smiled. The meetingf was given the final touches, the pad was prepared, some snacks were made, the champagne chilled, the sauna preheated... the lingerie laid out... and the hiding place of the three surprise guests chosen.
Shortly before 4 p.m., everything was «paletti». The ladies had put in a lot of effort. Any luxury brothel would have taken them like this with licked fingers. Lisa in seductive red. Her curves looked subtle and inviting, her eyes were clear and reflected the fire that blazed inside her. Rahel, in white-beige, her brown curly hair fell like an angel over her shoulders. Her red full mouth invited to kiss or blow. Iris was a little younger. She had full breasts and a rounded bottom. Her face was also round, fresh. Her eyes were alert and her lips beautifully curved. Her pussy was rosy, soft and tender. Her speciality was ass-fucking or double-teaming. She simply enjoyed it when her ass was occupied and a second cock or dildo ploughed her cunt at the same time. She wore dark blue silk lingerie that was worked with lace and left a playful impression. And then there was Moni. She had red-brown hair. She wore it short in a modern way. She was athletically built, her breasts were about a handful and her ass was firm. But she was a real rocket - she was a marathon runner on the way to orgasm. She had a big mouth, thin lips and a scratchy tongue that reached the tip of her nose. She knew how to drive men and women wild with it. She wore black, of course. A nun's habit would have suited her too. Like an inquisitor, blowing out every candle, harbouring devilish intentions. There they were, waiting. Shortly after four, it was time. The house bell rang.
Lisa opened. Peter, Mark, Henry, Hans, Tom and Mike were standing at the door - a complete floorball team. She quickly invited them in, because what would the neighbours think? The men surprised her with small gifts. Each received a little kiss from Lisa. Then she led her posse into the living room. The gentlemen of creation recognised the living room that had been converted into an arena and one or the other felt less like a wreath-wrestler than a cock-wrestler. Lisa now greeted everyone and explained her rules of the game. «Today you and I will be rewarded for the courage and strength to put fantasy into action. We are going to have fun. Everyone will get their full money's worth», Lisa smiled at them. «Safe sex during GV and AV; French without and cum as «desired». Let's toast to a horny togetherness.» The gentlemen clapped and eyed each other like competitors. Questions like: who has the longest, who squirts first, who fucks like, were in the air pure testosterone! The men also looked a little confused at Lisa - how will she serve six men, one or the other seemed to wonder, or toyed with the idea of saying goodbye. Lisa seemed to read their thoughts and clapped her hands. Rahel appeared with a tray with champagne glasses on it and offered them to the men. They were astonished, for a second sin had just entered the arena.level... they should be jerking off to porn... no, I can't join in....» But they ploughed through the mail and the spoils were some entries that were promising. There were, after all, still three days.... «What do you think? Shouldn't we pick the men by their profile pictures, Lisa?», asked Rahel. But they both knew that most of the profile pictures were fake. So she prioritised them on the quality of the posts. The two got into flow and soon had a scenario ready. «Now I feel like going to the sauna», Rahel said, smiling at Lisa. «Yes, me too..... and I have some little helpers that are good for us...what do you think?» Not half an hour later they were in the shower, soaping each other up, sliding over their bodies and starting to make out. This wasn't the first time they'd done it, but this time they bonded over the mystery of Sunday. And this connected them more intimately, made them even more familiar and made them both go, fall, stay and explore. In the shower they already found the hot spots and served each other's openings. But they wanted to relax a little in the sauna before they would really get it on from woman to woman, from girlfriend to girlfriend.

Sunday - the die is cast. Eight gentlemen received an invitation to 4 pm. They expected four to six gentlemen to show up in the best case. In the early afternoon, the three horny bitches met at Lisa's place. In their imaginations, each had already fucked several of the men. They were really horny, because they only knew the guys from their contributions. These were awesome... and there must be something of that in each of these horny bucks. There was another small change. Her husband had an important appointment on Sunday at short notice. He was probably out of the house from noon until the next morning. «How life goes,» the wet quartet smiled. The meetingf was given the final touches, the pad was prepared, some snacks were made, the champagne chilled, the sauna preheated... the lingerie laid out... and the hiding place of the three surprise guests chosen.
Shortly before 4 p.m., everything was «paletti». The ladies had put in a lot of effort. Any luxury brothel would have taken them like this with licked fingers. Lisa in seductive red. Her curves looked subtle and inviting, her eyes were clear and reflected the fire that blazed inside her. Rahel, in white-beige, her brown curly hair fell like an angel over her shoulders. Her red full mouth invited to kiss or blow. Iris was a little younger. She had full breasts and a rounded bottom. Her face was also round, fresh. Her eyes were alert and her lips beautifully curved. Her pussy was rosy, soft and tender. Her speciality was ass-fucking or double-teaming. She simply enjoyed it when her ass was occupied and a second cock or dildo ploughed her cunt at the same time. She wore dark blue silk lingerie that was worked with lace and left a playful impression. And then there was Moni. She had red-brown hair. She wore it short in a modern way. She was athletically built, her breasts were about a handful and her ass was firm. But she was a real rocket - she was a marathon runner on the way to orgasm. She had a big mouth, thin lips and a scratchy tongue that reached the tip of her nose. She knew how to drive men and women wild with it. She wore black, of course. A nun's habit would have suited her too. Like an inquisitor, blowing out every candle, harbouring devilish intentions. There they were, waiting. Shortly after four, it was time. The house bell rang.
Lisa opened. Peter, Mark, Henry, Hans, Tom and Mike were standing at the door - a complete floorball team. She quickly invited them in, because what would the neighbours think? The men surprised her with small gifts. Each received a little kiss from Lisa. Then she led her posse into the living room. The gentlemen of creation recognised the living room that had been converted into an arena and one or the other felt less like a wreath-wrestler than a cock-wrestler. Lisa now greeted everyone and explained her rules of the game. «Today you and I will be rewarded for the courage and strength to put fantasy into action. We are going to have fun. Everyone will get their full money's worth», Lisa smiled at them. «Safe sex during GV and AV; French without and cum as «desired». Let's toast to a horny togetherness.» The gentlemen clapped and eyed each other like competitors. Questions like: who has the longest, who squirts first, who fucks like, were in the air pure testosterone! The men also looked a little confused at Lisa - how will she serve six men, one or the other seemed to wonder, or toyed with the idea of saying goodbye. Lisa seemed to read their thoughts and clapped her hands. Rahel appeared with a tray with champagne glasses on it and offered them to the men. They were astonished, for a second sin had just entered the arena. So they toasted each other, introduced themselves and casual conversation ensued. The two maidens enjoyed the moment of peace and then wanted to breathe life into the chat. Therefore Lisa embraced Tom, nibbled his ear, whispered nice words in his ear and grabbed between his crotch where she felt his hard spanking. Then she spun around, opened his trousers and his object of lust sprang like a spring in front of her face. She gently kissed his pink head, played around it with her tongue and devoured it piece by piece. Mike joined him and grabbed her by the neck. She turned to face him and already his stiff cock was in her throat. With her head movements she fucked him like a woodpecker. Mike moaned treacherously. Lisa let go of him. She was surrounded by cocks, smaller and bigger, longer and shorter, straight and curved... but all wanting just one thing, a stay in Lisa's throat, a round of her soft tongue and a look from her bullish eyes. But she also saw the bags hanging from the cocks below and began to nibble on them. The gangbang paty picked up speed.
Rahel stood there and was amazed that the gentlemen only had eyes for Lisa. They were so close to her jewel and each wanted to bang her first, fuck her, cum on her, use her... to make her moan and explode.... and so it was Henry, the smallest and probably youngest in the group, who suddenly moaned loudly and shouted that it was about to come for him... The men stood aside so that he could squirt his load into her open mouth. Small but mighty - in several spurts his semen splashed into her face and ran down her neck into her cleavage. It was now time to take off the bustier. Rahel helped her. She was now hungry for cock too. So she could elegantly bring herself into the game. And the men thanked her. After they had all paid their respects to Lisa, they now wanted to have their cocks enchanted by this angel's mouth. Lisa wiped the cum off her face and chest, took a quick mouthwash and came back. Now she invited the group to fuck. She knelt on the sofa and Mark let go of Rahel, knelt behind Lisa and his tongue penetrated her wet grotto from behind. As he did so, she felt the tip of his nose pressing gently against her anus, coming through the gate without force and teasing the spot she liked so much. His tongue was also long and practised in exploring the pleasure gates. He moulded them into a kennel and took in her sweet juice, tasting it and feeling his club getting hard as a pimple. So he stood up and, after fitting a rubber, thrust his cock into her big, open, round hole. He thrust and she tried to read his rhythm so that she could increase his pleasure with a circling pelvic movement. Because that way he would cum shortly, she knew from experience. And so it happened. After a few minutes he could no longer hold his juice in, because she was milking his teat like a master farmer. He was just able to pull out his rod, dismantle the rubber, and then chase his load down her back over her ass. He too was loaded. A rivulet of sperm formed on her back.
Two had already come. Lisa smiled strangely, like her namesake, whom Leonardo had conjured up in the picture. Rahel was busy with Peter, Hans and Tom. She sat on one cock and served two with her hands and mouth. It looked so horny. Lisa disappeared for a moment and led Iris by the hand into the room. The men's mouths were watering. What another thoroughbred female showed herself in the most seductive pose. «This is Iris. She thought my idea was great and wanted to give me a hand. Any objections?», Lisa introduced her friend. Already Henry and Peter were coming towards her. She lay down. Henry had a real sweet tooth and explored her pleasure garden. Peter put his cock between her big breasts and caressed her buds with it, which blossomed to full hardness. Then she grabbed a cock and sucked it like a real chapel mistress. Peter enjoyed her powerful strokes and felt her hand on his sack. Suddenly she stuck her finger into his soft anus. He trembled with surprise and a burgeoning horniness, or simply an impending orgasm. She realised what situation he was in and let go, because she wanted to be fucked in her wet dripping cunt by this magnificent rod beforehand, while she wanted to ride Henry's thinner arrow. Henry felt his firm, hard rod, probably recognised Iris' intention and let go of her dripping wet cave. He sat down on the chair. Iris stood up briefly, settled on his wand, felt his penetration, acknowledged it with a satisfied short squeak, spread her legs as wide as she could and asked Peter to plunge his spanking into her grotto. He complied. He thrust with all his weight. He felt her twitch and Henry's cock. Only millimetres seemed to separate these two lollies. They fucked like crazy. Peter had to check the rubber twice. Then he let go of Iris. Lisa watched the horny goings-on and knew that she was entitled to his first spurt. Peter looked into the horny eyes of the two women, moaned and delayed his orgasm as long as he could. But then he also exploded in bursts - five times his watery juice splashed in and over the women's faces. The juice ran down and the Holden tried to scoop up what they could before it dripped onto the floor. Henry wasn't ready yet. His second shot was in the pipe, but he wanted to hold on to his horniness a little longer.
Mark felt hungry after the first round and went to the kitchen. Lisa had talked about snacks. But since everyone was fucking, he didn't want to disturb the round. When he stood at the kitchen door, he was astonished. There was another sin hidden there - and what a sin it was. Moni was kneeling in front of him and a dildo was stuck in her ass. She begged for help, she had had a mishap... Mark bent down and pulled the dildo, which had a thick plug, out of her ass. He had to really pull. Had she been telling the truth after all, he thought briefly. Moni stood up, kissed him deeply and long with gratitude. Was she hot.... He could kiss her, her breath was fresh, there was no cock in her yet. She was virginal and he discovered her. His hunger was gone.Her breasts pressed firmly against his naked torso. He could feel her firm buds. Her rough tongue was deep in his throat. Was that awesome. Then he stood there. She sat down on the stool and began massaging his pipe with her sandpaper tongue. His pipe whistled from the last hole. And she had discovered that too. She worked the shaft, the sack, the balls down to his anus. She licked it with pleasure and the bit between the sack and the anus was a place that could drive men crazy. She knew that very well. Lisa heard suspicious noises from the kitchen. When she saw the two of them, she had to laugh. He let her milk and lick him, his ass cheeks trembling with horniness. Then she couldn't resist, stood behind him and grabbed his sack and sucked on it. Mark grunted with pleasure. Then she let go and asked them to follow her into the fuck arena.
Four women and six men were now pleasuring each other. They pampered and demanded, they gave everything and took as much as they could take. Each of the men came several times. The women also had their orgasms. They almost licked themselves sore, they fucked each other hard, marks were visible, but pleasure always won out over pain. They saw open cunts, dripping glans, jittering bells, trembling ass cheeks, throbbing ass cunts, horny open mouths, soft body parts, smells of various juices... an inferno of passion. They enjoyed themselves for several hours. In between they drank, helped themselves to snacks, spoke a few words, but mostly pure lust ruled! Lisa's dream came true. Later in the evening, they had a shower together. The men got dressed. They gladly left some pocket money for drinks, snacks and preparation - of course also for cleaning. Then they said goodbye to the horny quartet. Summer can come.
Lisa and her friends had won, or from the men's point of view , it was a draw, because at the end even the last hole had been satisfied several times, the last position had been tried. «That was the right choice we made, wasn't it?», Lisa asked Rahel. The latter winked and said: «But without our two comrades-in-arms, we would probably have gone down.»« She laughed and said: «We'd love to do it again! And a tip for the next time: «When six horny guys are invited to a gangbang, more tend to come, not two or three! »