My First Gang Bang
Years ago, after my dom of 7yrs and I split, I was lost, needing to reclaim myself, and discover what I truly enjoyed. I chatted with tons of men, women, couples, crazy people, sane people, you name it - I talked about it, thought about it, dreamed about it and wanted to try it. So I dove in, which is actually more my style than the insecure submissive I felt I was back then. For years my ex and I had discussed, flirted and toyed with the idea of mfm, fmf, and many other scenarios. Looking back now, I believe we were an unhealthy team. I know, of course I'd say that! That doesn't mean I didn't adore him or he didn't cherish me - we certainly did.
After the obligatory mourning the death of such a significant period of my life, I began anew. I whittled down the experiences I wanted to have, and I decided I needed to dive in. I posted some ad's, answered others, chickened out and jumped at a select few. Honestly, while every experience wasn't something I wanted to repeat, I walked away at the very least learning about me and my turnons.
So, I had been chatting with a guy online for awhile, and he had some friends who got together periodically for gang bangs. He would tell me how much fun they were and he would love to arrange one for me sometime. After a few months (yes, i said that - a few MONTHS) we agreed on a date, a number of men, a place and time. I was ridiculously excited! I thought about it constantly, couldn't wait another second! We discussed everything I was and wasn't ok with. Then, after what seemed like eons, it was finally time to happen.
I got up, showered and got ready. Questions flowed - what the hell do you wear to a gang bang? What if they are all gross/old/teeny/dirty/smelly etc?
what DO I WEAR??? Ok, I was ready, hopped on the train and off i went in fuck me heels, a denim mini skirt, and a way too low cut top. Immediately, panic hit - what am I wearing on the train in public? I'm too old for this outfit, I could see someone I know - HOLY SHIT I COULD RUN INTO MY brother!! He will just kill me dead, you know!
Oh, wait, I haven't even met the organizer - did I forget that teeny detail?? I am trusting a guy I have never laid eyes on to take me to get fucked by a bunch of pervs! OMG, I'm so much smarter than this, I think to myself. What the hell was I thinking?! My father, a NYC cop, would shoot me, not for the gang bang (well yes, he would) but for not vetting these people out! There he is, ok, he's my height, thin, I can take him if I have to. Alright, he doesn't look like manson or bundy, I'll be fine.
We walk over to the host's apartment and on the way we meet up with another gentleman who is joining us. Yup panic strikes again. Kick off the heels, you can run --its NYC, cabs everywhere! My heart is pounding, I swear they have to hear it. Great, we are here...
The door opens and 5 guys are sitting there looking at me. Oh shit, I'm here, I think. I have to use the bathroom. Can I have a drink? Someone pours me some crap wine circa 1979 boones farm. I stand in this teeny tiny studio apt in 'the kitchen' while 7 guys are in 'the living room' talking me off the ledge. Wow nice guys, no one is coming near me. All just talking, hanging out. My breathing starts to slow and I finally agree to just sit down.
As I sat there on the futon in this cramped space, I talked with all of these guys, probably for 10 mins or so. To this day, I'm not sure how one guy decided it was time to come kneel in front of me and kiss me. Though I can still see him approaching me in my minds eye. While he did, he reached up my skirt and began pulling down my panties. When the kiss was over, and he gently laid me back on the futon, I caught a glimpse of 6 naked men with very hard cocks beginning to surround me. The panic was long gone and I knew I was where I wanted to be!
I recall so many details about that day, not the least being how wonderful each guy was to me. I experienced DP for the first time, I noticed I loved a specific scent of one of the men, I loved seeing how hard they got knowing they were going to fuck me. I enjoyed the way they spoke about how I felt, how great I sucked cock, how wet I was. Only one guy left after his first orgasm (i took too long to start and he had to get back to work!) The rest came multiple times and were all exhausted, I was exhilarated. I wanted more, I wanted it every day like that. 4 hours of pure pleasure, laughter, being exactly who i wanted to be with the kind of men I wanted to be with. I went home, glowing all day, after immediately making plans to see them again. Finding this life as exciting as I had imagined it would be I masturbated myself to sleep!
After the obligatory mourning the death of such a significant period of my life, I began anew. I whittled down the experiences I wanted to have, and I decided I needed to dive in. I posted some ad's, answered others, chickened out and jumped at a select few. Honestly, while every experience wasn't something I wanted to repeat, I walked away at the very least learning about me and my turnons.
So, I had been chatting with a guy online for awhile, and he had some friends who got together periodically for gang bangs. He would tell me how much fun they were and he would love to arrange one for me sometime. After a few months (yes, i said that - a few MONTHS) we agreed on a date, a number of men, a place and time. I was ridiculously excited! I thought about it constantly, couldn't wait another second! We discussed everything I was and wasn't ok with. Then, after what seemed like eons, it was finally time to happen.
I got up, showered and got ready. Questions flowed - what the hell do you wear to a gang bang? What if they are all gross/old/teeny/dirty/smelly etc?
what DO I WEAR??? Ok, I was ready, hopped on the train and off i went in fuck me heels, a denim mini skirt, and a way too low cut top. Immediately, panic hit - what am I wearing on the train in public? I'm too old for this outfit, I could see someone I know - HOLY SHIT I COULD RUN INTO MY brother!! He will just kill me dead, you know!
Oh, wait, I haven't even met the organizer - did I forget that teeny detail?? I am trusting a guy I have never laid eyes on to take me to get fucked by a bunch of pervs! OMG, I'm so much smarter than this, I think to myself. What the hell was I thinking?! My father, a NYC cop, would shoot me, not for the gang bang (well yes, he would) but for not vetting these people out! There he is, ok, he's my height, thin, I can take him if I have to. Alright, he doesn't look like manson or bundy, I'll be fine.
We walk over to the host's apartment and on the way we meet up with another gentleman who is joining us. Yup panic strikes again. Kick off the heels, you can run --its NYC, cabs everywhere! My heart is pounding, I swear they have to hear it. Great, we are here...
The door opens and 5 guys are sitting there looking at me. Oh shit, I'm here, I think. I have to use the bathroom. Can I have a drink? Someone pours me some crap wine circa 1979 boones farm. I stand in this teeny tiny studio apt in 'the kitchen' while 7 guys are in 'the living room' talking me off the ledge. Wow nice guys, no one is coming near me. All just talking, hanging out. My breathing starts to slow and I finally agree to just sit down.
As I sat there on the futon in this cramped space, I talked with all of these guys, probably for 10 mins or so. To this day, I'm not sure how one guy decided it was time to come kneel in front of me and kiss me. Though I can still see him approaching me in my minds eye. While he did, he reached up my skirt and began pulling down my panties. When the kiss was over, and he gently laid me back on the futon, I caught a glimpse of 6 naked men with very hard cocks beginning to surround me. The panic was long gone and I knew I was where I wanted to be!
I recall so many details about that day, not the least being how wonderful each guy was to me. I experienced DP for the first time, I noticed I loved a specific scent of one of the men, I loved seeing how hard they got knowing they were going to fuck me. I enjoyed the way they spoke about how I felt, how great I sucked cock, how wet I was. Only one guy left after his first orgasm (i took too long to start and he had to get back to work!) The rest came multiple times and were all exhausted, I was exhilarated. I wanted more, I wanted it every day like that. 4 hours of pure pleasure, laughter, being exactly who i wanted to be with the kind of men I wanted to be with. I went home, glowing all day, after immediately making plans to see them again. Finding this life as exciting as I had imagined it would be I masturbated myself to sleep!
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