#Gangbang

Let me tell you about this wild night when my friends from the office decided to hit up The Tipsy Crow, a dive bar downtown. It was a Saturday, the one night they let ladies in without a cover charge, so we were all in. There were four of us: Mia (the yoga-obsessed health nut), Sophie (celebrating her recent engagement), Lily (the newbie in our department, barely 20), and me. Mia picked us up in her beat-up hatchback, and we rolled into the bar, ready for some fun. We spent the night sipping cocktails, laughing over office gossip, and occasionally twirling onto the dance floor with guys who caught our eye, giggling like teenagers. The night was smooth sailing until a couple of guys, probably in their mid-30s, started eyeing us from across the bar. They had that confident, slightly weathered vibe-like they'd been around the block but still knew how to charm. Eventually, they sauntered over and asked us to dance. They zeroed in on Lily and me, probably because Sophie was a bit heavier and Mia was too busy scrolling through her phone, ignoring them entirely. We danced, laughed, and lost track of time until it was nearly 2 a.m. Mia suddenly announced she had to bounce - she was sneaking off to meet her side guy, a bartender she'd been flirting with at her favorite gym's juice bar. Since she was our ride, we all agreed to head out. We waved goodbye to the guys and piled into Mia's car. We were cruising down Oak Street toward the freeway when her car sputtered and died, leaving us stranded in the middle of the quiet road. We sat there, frustrated, trying to figure out what to do, when headlights lit up behind us. Lo and behold, it was the two guys from the bar, pulling up like knights in a shiny pickup truck. They offered to check the car, but after poking around under the hood, they admitted they couldn't fix it and offered to give us a lift. Mia wasn't about it - she'd already texted her fiancé, who was on his way, which totally derailed her secret plans. Sophie volunteered to stay with her until he showed up. Lily and I, after some hesitation, figured we'd take the ride. We climbed into their truck, but as we drove, the guys - Jake and Tyler - started suggesting we hit up another spot to "keep the night going." We shot that down, but they kept pressing, their tone shifting from flirty to pushy, making the air in the truck feel heavy. Lily started freaking out, her voice shaky as she begged them to just take her home. Her panic hit me hard, so I leaned close to Tyler, the guy I'd danced with, and murmured, "Come on, don't be like that, just get her home, " my hand brushing his shoulder to keep things soft. He sighed and told Jake, "Alright, man, you're scaring her. Let's drop her off." We got Lily to her apartment, and as we pulled away, Tyler turned to me with a sly grin and said, " - Ava, guess you're gonna have to make this worth our while." His laugh was half-joking, but there was an edge to it that made my stomach twist. I played it cool, replying, "Oh, really? And what's that supposed to mean? " Tyler didn't waste time. He leaned in, his lips crashing against mine, his hands roaming to my chest, tugging at the low neckline of my dress. His fingers were rough, slipping under the fabric to tease my skin, sending a rush of heat through me despite the nerves buzzing in my head. I was caught in this weird mix of arousal and unease, knowing I barely knew these guys. As Jake drove, Tyler's hands got bolder, sliding up my thigh, pushing my dress higher. I whispered, asking if he had protection, and he nodded, pulling a condom from his pocket. With Jake still behind the wheel, Tyler fumbled with the condom, his hands shaky with excitement. I shifted, lifting my dress and straddling him in the backseat, the leather creaking under us. The truck's motion made it intense, my hips rocking against him as I tried to control the pace, wanting it over fast. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me down harder, his breath hot against my neck as he groaned. It didn't take long before he tensed, letting out a low, "Oh, damn, " as he finished, his body slumping beneath me. Jake, who'd been stealing glances in the rearview mirror, pulled the truck into a dark parking lot and said, "Alright, my turn." He climbed into the back, already worked up, his eyes locked on me as he tore open a condom wrapper. I was still catching my breath, my mind racing with a mix of fear and lingering heat. Jake was rougher, flipping me around so I was bent over the seat, my hands bracing against the door. He pressed himself against me, his hands spreading my thighs as he pushed in, slow at first, then harder, his rhythm relentless. "God, you're so tight, " he muttered, his voice thick with lust, his fingers digging into my hips. I moaned, the intensity overwhelming, my body responding even as my mind screamed caution. Then, without warning, Jake pulled out, his breath ragged. I felt him spit, warm and slick, before he nudged against my backside, pushing in with deliberate slowness. The stretch was sharp, almost too much, but he paused, letting me adjust, before moving again, each thrust deep and forceful. I gasped, my moans mixing with the creak of the truck and the faint hum of the engine. I don't know why guys are so fixated on that move, but the rawness of it had me trembling. Somewhere in the haze, Tyler opened the other door. While I was still bent over, taking Jake's rough thrusts, Tyler slid in front of me, his pants already undone. He guided my head down, and I let him, too caught up to resist, my lips wrapping around him as he groaned, his hands tangling in my hair. The two of them moved in sync, Jake pounding from behind, Tyler in my mouth, the truck rocking with their rhythm. It was chaotic, overwhelming, my body humming with a strange mix of pleasure and fear until they both hit their peak, Jake grunting as he finished, Tyler pulling away to catch his breath. Jake tossed the condom, then leaned back, asking me to "clean him up." I hesitated but complied, tasting the latex and sweat, my mind numb. When it was over, I straightened my dress, my legs shaky, and told them to take me home. They kept asking for my number, saying we should "hang out again, " but I gave them a fake one, just wanting to get out. They dropped me off a block from my place, and I walked the rest of the way, my head spinning. At work, Lily asked if I was okay, her eyes wide with worry. I just smiled and said, "Yeah, all good, " not wanting to tell her what I'd gone through to make sure she got home safe. I made it back in one piece, but that night's still burned into my memory.

I'd been working at the electronics store for over two years when my coworker, Mia, celebrated her birthday. Our manager, Lucas, who lived alone in a sleek downtown loft, offered to host the party. A few months earlier, I'd had a wild night at the storage unit after hours, fulfilling part of my boyfriend Noah's fantasy of watching me with multiple guys. Since then, Noah and his friend Jace had been hooking up with me whenever the mood struck. It was about four months after the company's Halloween rager, where my two supervisors, Gavin and Seth, had taken me after the party. We all planned to head to Lucas's place for Mia's bash. It was a spontaneous thing, so most of us were still in our black-and-red store uniforms. We left work at 7: 30 PM and carpooled to the party. The loft was buzzing with music, drinks, and laughter. By 1 AM, Noah texted to check on me, and I giggled, slurring, "I'm fine, babe - be home soon." My coworkers overheard and, sensing I was about to bounce, poured me a few more shots of bourbon. We were all pretty tipsy, and the other women had trickled out, leaving just me and Mia, the birthday girl. Mia was a bit younger, short, with thick curves and a round ass that the guys always noticed. I'm petite too, but leaner, with a tight frame that seemed to draw stares. Our uniforms - black slacks and red polos - were snug. My pants clung to my hips, accentuating every curve, and my polo hugged my chest, hinting at my perky breasts. That night, Lucas and Gavin, the supervisors who'd already had me, plus four other coworkers, kept tossing flirty comments my way. When I said I'd leave but wanted to dance with everyone first, their eyes lit up. At work, I'm all professionalism-nobody suspects my secret hookups with the bosses or that I've been with multiple guys. So, when I let my guard down, it was like flipping a switch, and they were all in. One coworker, Tyler, called out, "Don't leave, Ava, you're keeping the party alive! " The energy got electric, and another guy, Nate, said, "Damn, your tits look amazing in that shirt." The bourbon had me bold, so I smirked and teased, "Oh, you think so? " He grinned, saying, "Hell yeah, they're perfect." Someone yelled a dumb viral phrase, "Tits for the team! " and I laughed, my fingers drifting to my polo. I popped open the buttons, letting my breasts spill free, and gave them a playful shake. Gavin, the supervisor who often drives me home, stepped up first, his hands grazing my chest as he leaned in and whispered, "We're all gonna fuck you tonight, Ava." The words sent a jolt through me, memories of the storage unit flooding back. I met his gaze, smirking, and said, "Big talk - let's see." Turning to the others, I purred, "What, you guys don't want in? I've got plenty to go around." There were seven guys, but one was Mia's fling, and they'd slipped off, probably to a hotel. That left six, their eyes burning with lust. They taunted, "You think you can take us all? " I licked my lips, scanning them, and said, "Guess we'll find out - what do you think? " They didn't know how wild I could be. Hands reached for me, tugging at my clothes. I stood in the center, my fingers brushing their bulges, and one by one, they unzipped, their hard cocks springing free. I wrapped my hands around them, stroking slowly. It had been over two years since that insane night at the storage unit. Seeing six throbbing dicks, all for me, sent heat pooling between my thighs. I dropped to my knees, taking Tyler's cock first, my tongue swirling around the tip before I sucked him deep, my lips stretching as I bobbed. Hands roamed my body, squeezing my ass, pinching my nipples. Someone - Nate, I think-slid fingers into my soaked pussy, curling them just right, making me moan around the cock in my mouth. I moved to the next, Lucas's thick shaft, slurping eagerly while the others stroked themselves, watching. Lucas and Gavin, flexing their supervisor status, claimed me first. Lucas sat on the couch, pulling me onto his lap. I straddled him, sinking onto his cock, gasping as he filled my tight pussy. My hips rocked, grinding slow and deep, each thrust sending sparks through me. I turned to Gavin, my voice husky, and said, "You too - get in my ass." His eyes widened, but he didn't hesitate, moving behind me. I leaned forward, still riding Lucas, and felt Gavin's slick tip 2D or 3D. Gavin spit on his cock, rubbing it against my asshole. I stilled, letting him ease in, inch by inch, stretching me until I was impossibly full. The others watched, jaws dropped, as I took both cocks at once. One guy, Dylan, muttered, "Holy shit, this is like a fucking porno." With Lucas in my pussy and Gavin in my ass, I started moving, my body finding a rhythm. The sensation was overwhelming - two thick cocks sliding in and out, rubbing against each other through the thin wall inside me. I moaned like a bitch in heat, my voice raw, "Fuck, you assholes - I'm your slut, use me! " That set them off. They pounded me, Lucas gripping my hips, Gavin's hands digging into my waist. My tits bounced with each thrust, and I reached out, grabbing Nate's cock, jerking him off while I rode. The others crowded closer, their hands everywhere-tugging my hair, slapping my ass, pinching my nipples until I screamed. The guys took turns, swapping places. Tyler and Nate went next, flipping me onto my back on the couch. Tyler slid into my pussy, his thrusts deep and relentless, while Nate pushed into my ass, slower but just as hard. My body shook, stretched to its limits, but I loved it. I reached for Dylan, sucking his cock, my tongue flicking the underside as he groaned. The others stroked themselves, waiting their turn. My pussy clenched around Tyler as I came, a shuddering orgasm that left me gasping, but they didn't stop. Nate's thrusts grew erratic, and he pulled out, shooting hot cum across my ass. Tyler followed, filling my pussy, his groans mixing with my whimpers. The last two, Jake and Sam, wanted their shot. They positioned me on all fours, Jake in my pussy, Sam in my ass. Jake was rough, slamming into me so hard my body jolted forward with each thrust, my clit grinding against his pelvis. Sam matched him, his cock stretching my already sore ass, but the pain melted into pleasure. I was lost, a moaning, writhing mess, my body theirs. Dylan stepped up, shoving his cock in my mouth, and I sucked greedily, gagging as he hit the back of my throat. My fourth orgasm hit, my pussy and ass clenching around them, and they lost it. Jake came hard, flooding my pussy, while Sam pulled out, spraying my back. Dylan finished in my mouth, and I swallowed, licking my lips as I collapsed. I was a mess, cum dripping from my pussy, ass, and chin, my body trembling. They'd done everything they'd probably jerked off to while ringing up customers beside me. They never dreamed they'd all fuck me together. I lay there, spent, on Lucas's couch, their cum pooling beneath me. After a bit, I mumbled I had to go. It was nearly 3: 30 AM. Gavin, who lives nearby, offered to drive me. In the car, he grinned and said, "Ava, you're a fucking legend - we need this again." I smirked, wiping smudged lipstick from my face, and said, "Keep your mouths shut - and I'll be your party slut whenever you want." Noah was passed out when I got home, oblivious to the state I was in. A couple of days later, he asked about the party. I showed him a blurry photo Lucas snapped-my polo unbuttoned, tits out, grinning like a fiend. Noah went feral, fucking me hard as I whispered how I'd been their whore. Now, at every work event, I go solo. Lucas and Gavin can't get enough of my wild side, and after most parties, they whisk me to their place or a cheap motel. I text Noah I'll be late, then spill every detail later, showing him the photos or grainy videos they take. I'm their slut-bosses, coworkers, all of them - and I fucking love it.

During a weekend trip to the local outdoor pool, I ran into a couple of guys from the soccer club who waved me over, suggesting I join them. I didn't think much of it and followed them to their spot under a shady tree. Besides the two I knew, a few other guys were there too - mostly familiar faces from school. Their blankets and towels were all jumbled together, and they told me to just plop down with them and stash my stuff by the tree. I did, peeling off my shorts and tank top since I'd already put on my navy blue swimsuit at home. I grabbed a towel and squeezed into a spot next to one of the guys I recognized. It was tight in the middle of the group, but they didn't mind - they shifted over quick to make room. We chatted for a bit before settling in to soak up some sun. About fifteen minutes in, one of the guys said he was heading to the water and asked if anyone wanted to join. Most of them, including the ones I knew, were game and urged me to come along. I wasn't feeling it yet, but before I could protest, four of them grabbed me, hauled me to the kiddie pool, and tossed me in. Soaked now, I gave in and followed them to the main pool. There, we started messing around with a ball - kind of like water polo. I got passed to a lot, but usually lost it right away as the guys pounced on me. Their hands brushed over me constantly - grazing my chest, sliding down my stomach, even slipping along the insides of my thighs. My bikini bottom shifted down a bit sometimes, and once my top popped loose, letting a breast spill out. I tucked it back in fast, but after a while, I couldn't ignore how their touches were getting me worked up. My nipples hardened, poking through the fabric for all to see. When they decided to wrap up, they swarmed me - maybe six or seven of them - forming a circle and saying they wanted to toss me up for fun. Before I could process it, they grabbed me and launched me into the air. I splashed down, only to be scooped up again as soon as I surfaced. After a few rounds, I was breathless. They let me stand, but my top had come undone in the back, leaving my chest mostly bare. They stayed clustered around me. As I reached to fix it, two hands grabbed my breasts from behind, kneading them while the others started running their hands all over me. It sent shivers through me, and I let out a soft moan. Then one guy slipped his fingers into my bikini bottom, plunging into my soaked heat, teasing me until I nearly tipped over the edge. One of them took my hand, pulling me out of the pool toward the changing cabins, a few others trailing behind. Too dazed and turned on to resist, I stumbled along. He dragged me into the first cabin, hands back on my chest, squeezing until I moaned again. It moved fast from there. He told me to bend over and brace myself on the bench. His hand slid between my legs, pushing my swimsuit aside, dipping a finger inside to check me. Feeling how wet I was, he yanked the bottom down, telling me to strip it off completely - which I did. Then I felt his hard length press against me, thrusting in with one sharp move that made me gasp loud. "Quiet, you little tease, unless you want everyone to hear you getting fucked, " he hissed. I didn't want that, so I bit my lip, trying to stifle the sounds as he pounded into me, finishing inside me just before I could get there myself. He pulled out quick, and I heard the door swing open. I turned my head, too hazy to do more, and as he left, another guy stepped in - trunks already down, his half-hard cock nudging me. "You're mine now, school slut, " he growled, slamming into my dripping, already-filled core. His rough thrusts pushed me over the edge, and I came hard as he kept going, unloading in me too. It happened three or four more times - I lost track - each one taking their turn until I collapsed on the floor, their mess spilling out of me, coating my thighs. Once I caught my breath, I pulled my swimsuit back on. Good thing it was still wet from the pool - it hid the sticky trail still leaking out. I wobbled back to our spot after a quick rinse. One of them smirked, "Cooled off now, huh? " A few laughed, and I flushed red, dropping face-down onto the blanket without a word. It didn't take long for their hands to find me again, stroking gently at first. I closed my eyes, letting it relax me, but soon their touches grew bolder - slipping between my legs, teasing me until I was hot again. One guy climbed on top, his bulge pressing against my ass through his trunks. His hands slid under me, groping my chest as I started moaning softly. Two others joined in, stroking me, one slipping a finger into my mouth that I sucked on instinct. Then a hand wormed under me, pushing my swimsuit aside to finger me again. The guy on top shifted, freeing his now-thicker length and guiding it inside me. He fucked me slow but deep, hands clamped on my breasts, and it didn't take long for me to come. He finished soon after, spilling inside before sliding off - only for another to take his place, then a third, each adding to the mess until my swimsuit was soaked through with it. I hadn't noticed the others had gone back to the water. Once I recovered, I decided to bail. I mumbled something about plans and left, despite their protests - "Aw, stay, it's been fun! " But I was done. My body ached, and I didn't want to face them again.

Winter had been brutal for Emily. She'd battled a severe illness, followed by a deep depression that seemed endless. By spring, she was finally on the mend, and I decided we deserved a proper celebration come summer. I went all out, booking us into a top-tier luxury hotel on the coast. The place was a dream - breathtaking views, a private beach, a pool, golf courses, tennis courts, a sauna, an incredible dining room, and rooms loaded with every amenity imaginable. Pure bliss. The first three days were unforgettable. We made love as often as we could, and trust me, that was a lot - we had a lot of pent-up hunger to satisfy. On the fourth day, though, something was off. I felt inexplicably weak, and we couldn't have sex. The only thing that stirred me was watching my wife shower at the beachside rinse station. She was modest, maybe too much so, wearing a simple navy one-piece that wasn't particularly revealing. But as she rinsed off, facing a group of guys playing volleyball, she started running her hands over her body in a way that... well, let's just say it caught their attention. Emily's a stunning woman: dark-haired, now with a golden tan, firm breasts that turn heads, shapely legs, and a gorgeous backside. I think she enjoyed feeling watched, desired again. When she came back to me (I prefer the sauna showers around noon when it's empty - a chance to sweat it out before cleaning up and eating), I noticed her swimsuit had gone sheer. My stares tipped her off, and she flushed red, wrapping herself in her green towel like she'd been caught stealing. The next day, I figured out why I'd been off - a stomach bug hit me hard. I couldn't join her at the beach, so I stayed on our balcony with binoculars, taking in the view. That beach seemed made for perfect bodies, and there were plenty to choose from. Emily set up in her usual spot, but this time she'd finally tried on a sleek string bikini. After a swim, the volleyball guys approached her. I couldn't hear them, but she was laughing a lot. She headed to the shower, and they clearly enjoyed the show. When she turned back, I decided to head to the sauna to surprise her. Seeing those guys flirt with her, admire her - it had turned me on. I got to the locker room, stripped down, and wrapped a towel around myself. Voices drifted in. Peeking into a small side room, I saw her sitting there in her towel, surrounded by the six beach guys, all chatting lively. It pissed me off a bit - I'd been planning some wild, reckless sex now that I was feeling better. She was on a bench, two guys beside her, four sprawled on the floor in front, all young, athletic, radiating that fresh energy, circling my wife and talking about random stuff. Emily asked their ages. The oldest was 22, the youngest 19. They were loosening up, getting bolder. "If I were your husband, I wouldn't let you hit the beach alone, " one said. "Oh? And why's that? " she replied, teasing. "Because you're too hot." "Thanks for the compliment, but I can handle myself." "We all agree, " another piped up. "The worst part about leaving tomorrow is we won't get to see you shower anymore." Emily was loving it. She played coy, but I could tell she was thrilled to be the center of their attention, causing six obvious hard-ons. It made sense - her bare shoulders and legs could drive anyone wild. I'm not sure if it was on purpose, but she uncrossed her legs at one point, and the four on the floor gaped. The guy on her left, the boldest one, had been stroking her hair, saying it was gorgeous. When he kissed her neck, she snapped at him, reminding him she was married and not okay with it. He apologized, looking genuinely sorry. She softened, saying she overreacted, and he admitted he couldn't help himself - she was the most beautiful, arousing woman he'd ever seen. One of the guys on the floor got brave. "Would it bother you if I jerked off right here? " She didn't know how to respond, so he slid his hand under his towel, and it started moving fast. The other three on the floor followed suit. Emily's face was flushed, her breathing quick. The two beside her joined in. The bold guy on her right ditched his robe, showing off his slick, hard cock. The others did the same. Six dicks being worked, all eyes locked on my wife. Well, seven, because I was just as caught up. "Could you show us something? " one asked. She tugged her towel up, revealing more thigh. Their hands sped up, and she could tell they liked it. She pulled the top down a bit, stopping just above her breasts, hands covering them. I was shocked at her daring. The bold guy yanked her towel off, leaving her naked. Emily tried to cover up, but it was no use. The guys were too worked up - they stopped jerking off and started grabbing at her. She struggled, telling them to stop, but it only fueled them. Their polite chatter turned crude, hostile: "You get us all horny and now you want us to quit? You want action, you're getting it, slut." Her resistance faded when one of the floor guys went down on her. They forced her to bend over, shoving two cocks in her mouth. She took them with little fight. The guy below kept at her pussy, another moved behind to rim her. The last two groped her breasts from the sides. The bold one switched spots, pushing the guy behind her aside. "Now you're gonna feel me inside, slut." He thrust into her hard from behind, fucking her while kissing her back. He came quick, and another took his place, finishing even faster, spilling into her. I'd already blown my load watching. A third guy sat down, pulling her onto him. Now she was the one moving, and she rode him hard. Two others stood in front, and she sucked them off, switching between them like she was starved. The guy beneath her came, and she stood. The biggest of them shoved her against the wall and fucked her standing up. She wrapped herself around him, and he finished inside her too. Emily had lost track of her orgasms by then. The sixth laid her on the floor, going missionary. The first guys were hard again, trying every position imaginable. Hours passed, and they kept going like it was the first round. Her ass wasn't virgin anymore by the end of it. Each guy came at least three times - that's 18 loads she took, minimum. I tapped out after my third. Calmer now, I didn't know what to think. When Emily got back (much later than me - I don't even want to guess what else happened), she was showered, acting normal. I said I wanted to sleep with her, but she claimed exhaustion. I wasn't sure if I should tell her I'd seen everything. I asked if she loved me. "Of course, " she said. I must've looked worried, because she asked if something was wrong. I admitted I knew, but it didn't bother me. The next day, we did make love. Half-joking, half-serious, I said that yesterday had been the cherry on top of our vacation...

From a young age, I noticed I wasn't like my friends. At least twice a day, an overwhelming itch between my legs would hit me so hard I'd have to sneak off - sometimes even locking myself in a gas station bathroom during a road trip to take care of it. I never dared tell anyone. My dreams were wild, filled with images of hooking up with my stepmom's coworkers or getting taken rough by a group of strangers in the back of a pickup truck. The idea of being used like a toy by at least three guys at once drove me absolutely crazy. The only person I could confide in was my cousin, Tara, and when I finally spilled it all, I caught her shifting in her tight tank top, her breath quickening as she listened. She smirked and told me it ran in the family - this insatiable, almost primal need. Tara said the healthiest thing for my body and mind was to stop fighting it and let those fantasies run wild. She even shared how her stepdad had "broken her in" when she turned 19. She'd confessed her dirtiest thoughts to him, and for her birthday, he took her to a cabin in the mountains where a group of bikers spent a weekend showing her just how filthy things could get - every second of it caught on camera, which only made her hotter. Tara offered to guide me into living out my own twisted desires. She started emailing me little challenges - like letting my best friend's older brother catch me touching myself in their hot tub or "accidentally" getting seen rubbing one out on a crowded subway. One night during a holiday break at home, I woke up soaked, thinking it was another wet dream. Then I heard it: deep groans echoing down the hall. The only room in that direction was my stepdad's man cave - a decked-out spot with a bar, dartboard, and massive TV he'd claimed as his private hangout. Women weren't allowed in there unless it was for some cheesy family movie night. Too turned on to care, I crept down the hall in my thin sleepshirt. The door was cracked open, and the sounds got louder - raw and desperate. Peeking inside, I nearly gasped. On the big screen, a rough group scene was playing, while my stepdad and a couple of his buddies from the neighborhood sprawled on the leather sectional, getting worked over by the 20-year-old girl from down the street. It escalated fast - one guy barked at her to climb onto his friend's lap, and she did it with a grin. My stepdad, not missing a beat, slid in behind her, taking her hard. She rode them both like she was born for it, moaning - "God, yes, wreck me! " - as a third guy egged her on, asking if she loved being their little plaything. She screamed through a climax, begging for more. I couldn't tear myself away. For an hour, I stood there, hand between my legs, imagining it was me they were passing around. I'd just turned 18 a month ago, and the need to dive into my nastiest fantasies was eating me alive. Tara, who was a year older, and I hatched a plan. We'd head to Chicago for a long weekend. She'd already lined up some sketchy meetups online with guys over 35 who were down to "teach me the ropes." She kept the details vague, just promised it'd be raw and relentless. A bit about us: Tara's a blonde firecracker, short and curvy with a chest that turns heads - family trait. My own figure filled out early too; by 16, I could twist just right and tease my own nipples without even trying. Since Tara lived in another state for college, we met up in Chicago. She greeted me at the train station with - "We're already late for the first hookup. Here, put this on! " - tossing me a black lace garter set and some killer heels. - "It'll make you look sweet but slutty, " - she said with a wink. Before I could ask questions, she shoved me into a cab and gave the driver an address. We pulled up to a sleek townhouse and rang the bell. A guy in a crisp suit answered, smirking like he knew exactly why we were there, and led us to a den where five men lounged around a pool table. A screen in the corner played something steamy - two women tangled up and moaning. The guy who owned the place waved us in, told us to ditch our jackets, and said to hang tight. The vibe - the porn, the hungry stares - had me dripping already. Then the host sauntered over, unzipped, and pulled out something massive. - "Ever handled one this big, Callie? " - he asked, not waiting for an answer before guiding it past my lips. I heard one of the others chuckle - "She's still shy, huh? " - as I glanced over to see Tara already on her knees, working two guys like it was nothing. Emboldened, I slid a hand down to tease myself, and that was all the invite they needed. One guy jammed his fingers into me, rough and fast, while another yanked me onto his lap, stretching me open with zero warning. A third stepped up, spreading me wider, and forced his way in alongside the first - grunting - "This tight little thing's gonna make me lose it." They were feral, swapping me and Tara between them, pounding away while shouting at each other to go harder. I lost track of how many times I shattered that night. Back at our motel, I thanked Tara by burying my face between her thighs, tasting the mess we'd made. She laughed into my sweaty hair - "Surprise good enough? Hope you're not tapped out, 'cause tomorrow's round two." - She had a truck stop lined up - me, two rough-looking drivers, and her filming every second. I barely slept, waking up soaked and aching for it all over again.

I am a middle-aged man, good looking and with some gray hair that they say I favor me a lot, almost a year ago I had a heart attack and the doctor recommended me to be always alert and if I noticed discomfort do not hesitate to go to the medical center, cardiac issues can become very serious. I was driving along a secondary road in my province, I am a traveling salesman and I am used to visit many customers in small towns which are accessed by secondary roads and little traveled. It was very hot and after driving for a while I noticed a slight lightheadedness, I stopped on the shoulder, in the shade of some trees I opened the car doors and let me get some air, after a while I was still dizzy as before so I thought about asking for help, no one was passing by on the road and I decided to call by cell phone to the red cross road, I explained my situation and they told me that they would arrive in half an hour. After twenty-five minutes the ambulance arrived, I was waiting for them sitting outside the car, I had taken off my shirt to be cooler. They stopped next to my car, two guys and a woman got out, she was the doctor, they approached me and after asking me how I was they did a little examination, it was nothing more than the effect of the heat. I noticed that the two boys were very young, I asked the doctor and she told me that they were volunteers, Jorge was 19 years old and was the driver and Pedro was 18 years old and he was a trainee. They were handsome, and for many years I have not minded having sex with boys or girls, I like the good things of both sexes. The doctor was also very nice, she was only wearing a short white gown, the heat made her wear only a pair of panties and let her nipples show through the gown. They didn't seem to be in a hurry, while Ana finished taking my blood pressure, she explained to me that they were from a small clinic in the nearby town and that they didn't usually have many services, I looked at her cleavage and my cock began to take shape, she herself unbuttoned my pants to make me more comfortable, I was stretched out on the stretcher inside the ambulance and almost inevitably her hand brushed my package, my cock gave a jump and being stretched there I could not hide my erection in any way, watch as she looked at the bulge that had formed under the pants with dissimulation, but her nipples were giving her away, I noticed how they hardened under the gown. My hand hung next to the stretcher, a few centimeters from her thighs, I stretched it until I brushed them absentmindedly and waited for her reaction, she did not move her legs away, I even had the feeling that she was getting closer so that my hand could reach her crotch, almost imperceptibly in a few seconds my fingers were already brushing her panties. We looked at each other without saying anything, I was caressing her pussy over the small thong that covered it without any reserve, Ana sat up and unzipping my pants began to caress my cock over my panties, My hand was already caressing her body shamelessly while with the other one she was already unbuttoning the robe and leaving her beautiful tits in the air, she released my cock and began to masturbate me and caress my chest, finally she bent down and introduced my cock in her mouth, she began to suck and lick with frenzy. There is no doubt that my fingers were causing havoc between her legs, her moans although drowned out by my cock alarmed the two boys who were outside, they entered the ambulance at the same time and saw the spectacle of Ana sucking my cock and my hands between her legs and tits, with the thong on her knees and that magnificent ass in pomp facing them, it didn't take them long to react. In a moment they were both with their pants around their ankles and massaging their cocks to participate in the party, Jorge, the older one, began to rub his cock on Ana's little ass, who had not yet noticed the presence of the boys, she raised her head in surprise, For a moment it seemed that she did not like the participation of more males, I realized it and immediately grabbed her by the head and I returned to tie her to the cock, a moment that Jorge took advantage of to put his cock in her pussy with a single thrust, it entered easily because it was so wet. And he began to fuck her hard, grabbing her by the hips and driving his cock all the way in, making her scream with pleasure while he lifted one leg and leaned it on the stretcher to better feel Jorge's piece of meat. While Pedro had approached the other side of the stretcher and was rubbing and kissing Ana's tits, now completely naked, she had grabbed the roof of the ambulance while I was rubbing her clitoris at the same time that Jorge's cock was going in and out, With each thrust of the boy my hand touched his balls without bothering him, on the contrary, Pedro, who in order to reach Ana's tits had kneeled on the stretcher and now I was semi incorporated and had his beautiful cock a few centimeters away from my face. I couldn't resist to take it in my hand and start jerking him off, by the look on his face he was liking it, so I decided to put it in my mouth and started a great blowjob, he with his mouth on Ana's nipples and moving his hips frantically it didn't take him long to cum and fill my mouth with his hot and young milk, I could not swallow it and when it came out of my lips it was immediately picked up by Ana who took it between sighs provoked by Jorge's cock, I sat on the edge of the stretcher and brought her closer to me, freeing her from the cock that was taking her, Freeing her from the cock that was holding her, I lifted her up and keeping her leg raised I thrust it all the way in, she immediately noticed the difference in size since mine was thicker and somewhat longer than Jorge's, she let out a sharp scream when she felt my balls indicating that it had all entered, she jumped up and down while Jorge's cock began to try to make its way through the narrow anal orifice, it seemed that it did not enter so I began to work her orifice with my fingers. I put first one and then another until I had four inside her while she was moving, nailed to my cock, she screamed and asked to be fucked by all of us, when I considered it I took Jorge's cock and after caressing it a little I guided it to the entrance, he let me do it and when I told him to start pushing, I noticed how he was entering inside her while I caressed his balls, he put it all in, Ana screamed that we were going to break her in two and that we should not stop. Ana had already had several orgasms and her legs were sliding their flows, Pedro got underneath and was licking them passing his tongue through all the corners of the crotch, including the eggs of the two of us who were fucking her, his tongue even ran along the trunk of the cock that in the movements of entry and exit remained outside. Suddenly at the same time we both accelerated the rhythm and cum, we flooded Ana's orifices and the inside of her with our cum, Ana got out exhausted and lay down on the stretcher while Pedro, who was still on his knees on the floor, with his mouth open and full of cum and semen resulting from the fucking, I grabbed him by the head and pushed him to Jorge's cock and put it in his mouth, He began to suck it and I realized that it was not the first time, by Jorge's face he was doing it very well, my cock was recovering, I lifted him up and began to run my fingers and tongue through his virgin ass, I could hear him moaning, he was enjoying my massages with madness and he was using his head backwards with Jorge's cock, who was enjoying Pedro's mouth very much. I sat up and without thinking twice I started to put my cock in that beautiful ass, at first Pedro was opening his buttocks until the head of my cock entered, he leaned on the stretcher with Jorge's dick in his mouth and was ready to receive all the meat of my cock inside him. I went in gently, stopping, going back, pushing again until I entered all of him, I did not even move, he only impaled himself noticing how his inside swallowed my cock completely. Ana, next to us, ran her hands through the three bodies, sat on the floor and began to suck Pedro's cock while he caressed her clitoris with his hand, finally it was a general explosion. I cum inside Pedro's ass while he released his milk in Ana's mouth and received Jorge's in his, not stopping to masturbate Ana and making her cum at that moment too. The four of us sat on the floor, as if we were dozing, and for a few minutes silence took over the place, contrasting with the noise of a few minutes before. Suddenly we were startled by the radio of the ambulance, an emergency call called for them, we all got down and got dressed. Jorge and Ana would go to attend the emergency, Pedro asked me to take him to the town because he had to be at home for a while, his shift had ended more than half an hour ago, of course I said yes. The ambulance left, we were alone, we got into the car and I went out to the road, Pedro said to me: -Do you invite me to eat? -Sure, but don't you have to go home? -Yes, but if you invite me I don't have to come back until nine o'clock at night, and if you're not in a hurry I'd like to come again, I don't have many opportunities in town. -Let's have lunch then, anyway, I don't think Jorge will mind having lunch with you when I'm gone. -I hope not... That afternoon was perfect.

We both (Tina, 23, and Lukas, 26) often have a great desire for other people's skin. That's why we also look for that special thrill on vacation trips. We always book a room in these adults-only hotels in Egypt or Turkey. Children are not allowed there, the minimum age is usually 16 years old. These hotels are not only popular with older and tourists who love peace and quiet, but also among swingers. After dark, the party starts on many balconies. It's easy to make very horny acquaintances. In our favorite hotel in Turkey, the partition walls between the balconies and the neighbors are transparent. After we had lots of sex on the balcony on the first evening balcony, there were already invitations from left and right. It was another very horny week with lots of sex with various hotel guests. See and be seen is the motto on such occasions. The temperatures in the evening are only bearable to endure naked. And with such great views as in these hotels, I like to stand on the balustrade of the balcony and look around. To the left, right, above and below and, depending on the location of the hotel, sometimes even opposite you can see other guests, say hello or wave to each other. Then Lukas usually takes notice, gets up from his chair and stands behind me. He quickly grabs my breasts with both hands, massages and kneads them. I push my bottom backwards. It never takes long for his cock to grow and get harder and harder. At the same time, my pussy gets wetter and wetter and Lukas sticks his stick deep inside. The interested neighbors notice what we're up to by our movements or my "noises" at the latest. Their reactions are always very clear. During our last visit, our immediate neighbors were a married couple my parents' age and two male friends. We spent an evening in each of the two neighboring rooms. Unfortunately, our suggestion of a six-way encounter failed because of the husband. He was interested in swapping wives, but didn't want to watch his sweetheart being fucked by three strangers' cocks. What a pityThis vacation last fall, however, we took it even further. We also always enjoy getting a massage at the hotel. Only male masseurs work at our favorite hotel, which Lukas doesn't mind and I certainly don't mind. We had booked a massage for every other day, I always booked full-body massages. How does a woman show up for a full-body massage? In a bikini, in a swimsuit, in underwear? I don't know how others do it. For me, a full-body massage is for the whole body. So I was always completely naked under my bathrobe. My masseur was visibly surprised the first time when he asked me to lie down on the massage table and I took off my bathrobe. He probably hadn't expected a completely naked body, but he was professional enough to take this unfamiliar sight in his stride. It started with the back massage and he also had the courage to include my bottom. Although I spread my legs appropriately, he left the insides of my thighs untouched. Even when I was lying on my back, he didn't touch my breasts. He could have asked, but I guess he didn't have the courage. He had obviously never seen such a "shocking" sight from a customer. When I showed up naked for my next appointment, my masseur became braver. No inch of my body was left out. My breasts were massaged, lying on my back and stomach, the insides of my thighs were vigorously worked up to my labia. I could already feel myself getting wet and the masseur would certainly not have missed it. A few times I could feel how, as he stroked me with his palms, one or other of his fingers landed "purely by chance" between my labia, which were already very swollen. The third time, he told me that his two colleagues were begging him to swap places with him. But he refused. So his massages of my body were already a topic of conversation between the three masseurs. I found that remarkable. When I told my boyfriend, he immediately knew how horny I was. He took the opportunity the next day to talk to the three masseurs on his own. I didn't know the other two yet. He asked her if all five of us would like to meet up outside the hotel and have some fun. At the next massage appointment, my masseur told me that a friend of his has a massage studio where the five of us can go. However, he will probably want to be there if he lets us use his rooms. We didn't really care about one man more or less. If anything, it made it even more appealing to me. So we agreed and arranged a time the following afternoon. The studio was at the end of the street and you couldn't miss it. The three masseurs from our hotel were already waiting at the entrance when Lukas and I arrived. Although I didn't know the other two yet, they were already greeting me with kisses on the left and kisses on the right. The weather was still very warm for mid-October. That's why I was only wearing a loose white T-shirt with nothing underneath. Her bra and panties had been left in the hotel room. One of the masseurs had probably already noticed that. He immediately reached his hand under my shirt and onto my bare bottom while kissing me. Very brave, I thought. But very soon he would have a lot more. The owner of the studio then opened the door for us and immediately pulled my long T-shirt over my head as he greeted us. We weren't even fully inside the building yet. It came as a surprise to me, but it wasn't unpleasant. When the horniness is right, I don't need any time to get going. Just a few seconds later, I was lying on a massage table with my legs spread wide apart and all five guys were naked too. They then spent well over an hour on me, first simultaneously, then alternately. I had their cocks in my mouth, my pussy and my bottom again and again. Lukas doesn't like anal that much, it sometimes hurts him. That's why his cock is always in my pussy during the "double decker", while another one opens my "back door". That afternoon, I still had a third cock in my mouth and two more in my hands. After all five men had squirted their juice into a condom or into my mouth once, each of them needed a short break. So they took turns for the next few minutes. However, I was "busy" without interruption. I like to test my limits and this was another such opportunity. The owner of the studio had a very dominant manner that was almost borderline for my previous experiences. When I was sucking his very large cock, he kept holding my head so tightly and pressing it down on his abdomen that it made me choke again and again. That made him hornier and hornier. Later he also rammed his club into my bottom so hard that I had never experienced it before. He would also have liked to tie me to one of the massage tables, but I didn't want that. But all in all, it was a really great experience for both Lukas and me. We would actually be back in this hotel now, but unfortunately the pandemic has stopped us. Even the swingers' clubs that we like to visit regularly are still closed. We regret that very much. But we have made private contacts and will have a lot of fun at some private parties in Cologne and Amsterdam over the next few weeks. We will be spending the first two weeks of August there.