My First Decent Gang Bang as an Adult

My First Decent Gang Bang as an AdultI’d had a few smaller ones up until then. One, of five guys, was for a film loop and it worked out pretty well. I’d gotten a motel room on occasion, close to the one bookstore in town, and had a very nice evening with about eight guys who showed up off and on. My first good one was a combination of early chat rooms and some ‘advertising’ in both book stores. It took a month to organize and I ended up with twelve guys; I figured that [maybe] eight or ten would show up. As it ended up there were ten and, to make it better, two of them were well-hung black guys. With the anticipation of being tired and sore for a few days; I’d arranged it over a weekend. I’d taken Friday and Monday off; my boss at the time didn’t like the idea but, he was getting enough of my cunt and mouth as it was.Friday was a lost day of anticipation, a lot of preparation and personal maintenance. Early in the day I gave myself two large enemas then, slipped one of my biggest butt-plugs in for a while. I relaxed, chatted a little and, came up with what could be one additional guy. This was at the same time that there was a black guy fucking me on and off. We made plans on line and I would have a visitor that evening. He couldn’t join the gang-bang but he made up for not coming, by spending a few hours giving me a good hard fucking. Saturday started out the same way. Additional enemas then, the plug for a while. I was careful to make myself as smooth as possible then, used a lot of hand cream on my body to stay nice and soft. I did eat but very late and not much. We could always order a pizza as things went on. I got ‘dressed’ at home but would meet everyone in just lingerie and a robe. It felt different wearing slacks over a garter belt, panties and stockings. When I checked into the room [around four pm] I was nervous and had that horny/ready-to-be-fucked feeling all over. Seven o’clock was arriving rapidly. I’d opened a bottle of wine and just relaxed for a while; before putting the final touches on my makeup and making sure I looked like I was ready to get fucked. When seven o’clock came around [actually a little before] there was a knock on the door…I found the first six guys waiting to be let in. I’d opened the door in my light satin robe, matching panties and bra, garter belt and stockings with some nice five-inch heels. They all karşıyaka escort seemed to approve.In this group was one of black guys. He was attractive and tall, maybe six-two, a little husky and had a nice bulge in his crotch. As I started to introduce myself around and, get some groping attention, I asked one of the guys to handle the door. I showed everyone where the two ‘tip’ cups were – one for cash and one for cum [if anyone wanted to watch and clear their pipes out] before they had a chance to fuck me. Everyone was a little shy except the black stud. I wound up sitting on the bed, while everyone else watched, stroking and sucking a beautiful black ten inch cock. Once everyone got all relaxed there had been two more guys show up and I was taking turns sucking at least four nice hard cocks…then five after I got onto my knees on the carpet. By the time I was urged into bed, I’d swallowed at least two nice loads, been well groped and my robe was falling off. The guy that had urged me into the bed; pulled the panties aside then just eased in while I was kneeling on the edge of the bed. A few minutes later I had a nice cock shoved in my mouth. There was no doubt when the black guy mounted me. He got on the bed, after pushing me further onto it, slapped my backside a few times, pulled the panties down then, filled me with that beautiful hard cock! There was nothing gentle about it – he found my cunt, held me tight at my waist and filled me. Two more guys had arrived just in time to hear and watch that penetration. My good hard grunt turned to a squeal of pain as he stretched me and then hit bottom deep inside of me. By the time he seeded me I’d sucked another cock and someone had made a real mess of my bra; covering it with a big creamy load of cum. I had some cramps but they were manageable. The first two hours or more was good hard steady fucking, one guy after another, and a few more swallowed loads of cum. By the time I excused myself and, stumbled to the bathroom, I’d probably swallowed at least five nice loads; I was leaking another five or six. I had to have a few minutes to pee and let some of the cum leak out. By then I was wearing cum on my face, on my chest and in my hair. As I stood looking at the ‘wreck’ in the mirror, cum was slowly leaking; running down my thighs and stockings.There were now eleven guys in the room. escort karşıyaka I got on my back, pulled my legs up and let the next four or five take me while I slurped more cocks. It just continued on and on, for a while, as I became completely filled with cum. Near the end of that I found myself, once again, being filled with another nice hard black cock. I was so relaxed and well-fucked by then that his [pretty thick] cock only had a little resistance as he slipped in good and deep. Someone was smart enough to order a couple of pizzas. I ate a little, with a cum dressing on some bites then, emptied the tip cup, with the cum in it, for dessert. By the time everyone started to leave, I was tapped out, sore, gaping like hell and VERY full of cum. There were several soaking wet spots on the bed sheet where cum had just run out of me. The two black guys and, one nice white one, stayed until last. After making sure that I was loaded and fucked raw; they left me to pass out on the bed. The last one out locked the door.The next morning I felt like I’d been hit by a bus – I also looked like it had dragged me for a few blocks. I was in no hurry to leave so I made coffee and got the cold pizza out of the little fridge. I was semi-decent – at least in the bra and panties with the robe thrown over me. While I did the coffee and cold pizza; I opened the door to air the room out a little. Within a few minutes there was a light knock on the door; it was the guy in the next room. I invited him in, apologizing for the way I looked. “Well…considering what I saw and heard last night…I think you look surprisingly good. I counted twelve guys; if you did anything with the pizza delivery guy that makes thirteen cocks.”I’d blown the pizza guy.I had no idea how many of them I’d sucked but I knew [from as sore as I was] that I’d been fucked an awful lot; some of them had done me twice. The bed was a mess and I was still leaking but not as bad. Sort of seeping out of me a little at a time; enough to make my panties wet and leaving a wet spot in the chair. We talked more and it was pretty plain that he was horny as hell. Yeah, there was a growing bulge in his pants.I said, “You could have joined the party hon…one more wouldn’t have made any difference after a while.”We talked a little more; he offered to get some real coffee and donuts. I took him up on his karşıyaka escort bayan offer then, did a little more maintenance, after he was gone. A little makeup and cologne goes a long way in the morning. So does fresh coffee, some good donuts, morning wood and a big load of cum – with some stale wine. By the time the maid came knocking on doors [a few hours later] I was, once again, fucked out. For an older white guy, he was a good fit, with about eight inches of semi-thick cock. Being alone with him, I was relaxed enough to have my own orgasm…a very nice messy one; while he kept fucking away like crazy! He did stop long enough to pump a nice big load of cum into me. He was good for at least half an hour after that load…I couldn’t stop the cramps but did love the good hard fucking I was getting. Long before he finished, I was lying in a wet spot of cum again. What wasn’t leaking out, he was pumping out. Parts of my orgasm had added some to it as it ran down my tummy. Before he finished I came again…an extremely hard one…there wasn’t much cum but, I felt like my body was ripping itself apart!He was going to be around for another day; I gave him my phone number before going home to change and get some rest. Not only did he take me to dinner but back to his room for the night! I was having cramps on and off [go figure] so, since I was still leaking some [and already flooded one panty liner] I wore a long black skirt – slit up the side – and stay-ups. If I ended up sitting in a little puddle; no one would notice the wet stain in the skirt. I was part way through dinner when I not only had to pee but change the pad. He didn’t need any lube that night…I needed a damned tampon.His room had a small couch, smaller than a loveseat. We went from a little hugging, kissing and groping, to that couch where, I was bent over an arm. It took just a few seconds for him to get the skirt up and my panties down then; mount me and drive all of that cock in to the hilt! That got something a lot louder than a squeal! When we moved to the bed it became the missionary position; with my feet up around my ears! By the time the sun came up, I had two more loads in me; three after I took care of his morning wood. That took at least the better part of an hour…he just couldn’t cum…when he finally did, it was his turn to have a fantastic one! He took me home the same way I’d climbed out of bed. I looked like it too, wrinkled and used, the thigh-high’s were ruined and my panties were missing. It wasn’t the first time I’d left my panties in a motel room though.I’d been right in taking Monday off; damn, I needed a day’s rest!