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First Gangbang



My husband and I separated in June of 1990, at his request. He began seeing
someone, and I did too. I was seeing a married man who worked at the
office. We got “found out” at the company Christmas Party. That is when
things began to go downhill for me. I was fired. Other reasons were given,
but it was basically because I was having an affair with a married man. So
I concentrated on my own personal business, which went badly. I became
delinquent on my mortgage payments, wasn’t making my car payments, had no
money coming in and became generally quite depressed. The married man
wanted to leave his wife and live with me. I said, “No.” We split up in
the summer of 1991. I was thirty-four at the time.

As for what I look like, I am a brown-eyed brunette, five feet six and a
half inches tall, weighing 118 pounds. I am quite attractive. I’m not
saying that to boast, just so that you know I don’t have to do things like
what I am getting ready to tell you about.

Anyway, it was the summer of 1991, probably June, maybe late May. It was
Friday and I had decided to go to San Diego in the late afternoon to visit a
friend and get cheered up. I decided that before I left I would spend some
time on the beach working on my tan. So I packed an overnight bag and put
it in the car and drove down to the beach and laid out in my bikini. I had
a small cooler with gr*pes, iced tea, and some snacks in it.

Later, these four guys came and sat down a little behind me and to my right.
They were drinking beer and as the time passed became a little louder. Not
rude or anything like that, but you could tell they were having fun.
Eventually one of the guys, who appeared to be in their mid-twenties came
over and spoke to me, offering me a beer. He seemed friendly enough and I
accepted. One beer led to another and we all began talking to each other.
It turned out that they were Marine Reservists from North Carolina who were
at Camp Pendleton for a two week summer training exercise of some sort.
They had spent one week at Camp Pendleton and the next week they were going
to be somewhere in Los Angeles. They had the weekend free and were spending
it in our little town on the ocean.

The guys were paying me quite a lot of attention and it felt good.

They asked about the night spots in town and I told them of two that I
frequented, suggesting that they go there. We kept drinking beer, which I
normally do not drink. It was getting past the time when I had planned to
leave and they kept begging me to stay. I kept saying no, but I kept
putting off my departure, too. Eventually, it was too late to go without
fighting a lot of traffic and I knew I would not be going to San Diego. I
did not let them know right away, but they kind of figured it out.

It was decided that we would go back to their hotel, where they had two
rooms, and we could all change before we went out. Since I had packed for
the trip to San Diego, I had clothes in the car to change in to. I followed
them in my car, and one of them rode with me (I cannot remember their names,
and if it becomes important, I will make them up). On the way to the hotel
we stopped at a liquor store and they bought some more beer to take back to
the room. We also got some food to eat and took it back to the hotel, also.

The hotel was actually more of a motel. It was a U-shaped building with two
stories. The cars parked around the inside of the building, in the middle
sort of parking lot area. Their rooms were side by side on the second
floor. For some reason, probably the alcohol, I never put my shorts and
blouse back on as we walked up the hill to the cars. I simply wrapped my
towel around my waist and went upstairs with them. We sat around for a
little while and drank some more, but I needed to take a shower, so I asked
one of the guys if he would mind going down to get my travel bag from the
trunk of my car.

Then I went and started my shower.

So now I get done with my shower and I have washed my hair and I need my
blow dryer and makeup and clean clothes. I’m clean and don’t want to put
the bikini back on or the towel. They both have sand in them. I crack the
door and ask for my things. They had begun playing some beer drinking game
and no one had gone down to get them. Instead they bring me this huge (on
me) forest green terry cloth robe. I smelled it and it smelled clean, so I
put it on with nothing beneath it and my hair is still wet, but it was
shorter back then and dried pretty quickly without looking too bad, plus I
expected someone to go right down and get my things. I would not have done
it if I thought they were not going to get my things pretty quickly.

They were in four chairs circled about a round formica topped table with
cans of beer at their sides and a hotel glass in the middle filled most of
the way with beer. Two of the chairs had come from the other room. One of
the guys would bounce a quarter off the table and try to make it into the
glass. The one who got it in the glass could then direct any of the others
to drink what was in the glass.

They invited me to play.

Since there was not another chair (since they had already taken the two from
the other room), they pulled the table over to the corner of one of the
beds, which is where I sat to play the game. It appeared they played this
game often and there were rules to it as well. You weren’t allowed to point
and you weren’t allowed to say, “drink,” and as time went on certain people
were allowed to make rule changes and it became a little hard to follow.
Plus, they were picking on me because they said I had to catch up.

Plus I made some rules mistakes and had to drink for that reason, too.

I got smashed in a very short time. They had eaten something while I was in
the shower and I never did get around to it. Plus, I don’t usually drink
beer. A Coors Light every once in a while, but not normally.

The one I had been talking to the most was sitting to my immediate right and
his leg began pressing up against mine at some point. I did not move away.
I liked him and I figured later we would dance and maybe something would
happen. It would have been the first since my marriage except for the
married man. Or maybe I wasn’t thinking that, I don’t remember. I do know
I liked him. And he put his hand on my thigh, just for a moment in the
first time, like when something funny happened, because we were all laughing
at each other when someone had to drink or when someone made a rule
infraction. But then it happened again, and a squeeze and then it stayed
there, and all the time I have to keep pulling the robe back together,
especially at the top.

Because I was sitting on the corner of the bed it was natural for my legs to
spread a little and soon his hand was inside the robe underneath the table.
This was exciting, being felt up beneath the table with everyone there like
it was a secret. At first it was just the inside of my thigh, but when I
did nothing to stop him he began stroking my skin, getting a little higher
and my breath would catch when I finally thought he was going to touch me
“there” and then he wouldn’t and I began to anticipate it and want it and
eventually he did and I was extremely wet when he finally did.

I tried to move as little as possible and the robe began pulling apart at
the top, too, and I was not always good about pulling it back together and
my attention was wandering from the game and then he pushed my legs farther
apart so he could reach me easier and my leg came into contact with the man
to my right for a moment before I pulled it back.

And he pulled the robe off the top of my legs so that they were bare under
the table and he took my hand and put it in his lap and he was so hard and I
began to rub it through his shorts and then I had to drink and he loosened
the belt that held the robe together and everyone knew he was touching me
and I wanted to let go and let it happen and I just closed my eyes and let
him do whatever he wanted while the other guys watched and I couldn’t see
them because my eyes were closed and the guy on my right began playing with
my breasts then the table was pulled away and I was leaned back on the bed
with the robe pulled completely widely open and my legs were spread wide
with my feet still on the floor and I don’t know how many of them were
touching me then because I kept my eyes closed but it felt so wonderful like
when I was a girl and my brothers would spend hours just feeling me and
touching me and I liked that so much—

Then I was pulled higher onto the bed but the robe stayed behind, my arms
just came right out of it as I was pulled up so my head was almost on the
pillows and he took his shorts off, just his shorts, leaving his shirt on,
and he was so hard and I was so wet and he slipped right in it was so so
easy so easy. And he fucked me and nobody said a word at first or for a
little while until he was done and it did not last real long because there
were others and it was their turn and another guy fucked me just like that
and I mostly lay there, not really fucking back at first like I was their
lover but like I was limp and they were able to do what they wanted. He
turned me over before he was done and fucked me from behind and I know I was
moaning but not really aware not saying anything but then he pulled me up to
my knees and put me in doggy position and another guy got in front of me and
put his cock in my mouth and now I had one in my pussy and one in my mouth
and when the guy behind would push my whole body would move forward and the
other guys cock would go inside my mouth and it felt so good to have it in
my mouth as the other guys slipped in and out of my pussy and the guy at my
face would push and sometimes it would go in deeper than I wanted but he
came first and I drank it, then another guy, the last guy took his place and
I sucked him really hard and fast and I heard slurping sounds coming from my
mouth as the guy behind would pull me back and the suction would cause
noises to come from my mouth and I only paid attention to the guy in my
mouth because the other guy was on auto pilot and I could basically only
move the way he wanted anyway and the guy in my mouth came before that guy
did, too, then he pushed me flat on the bed and just did it real real hard
and real real fast for awhile before he came inside me, too.

I did not want to look at them, so I crawled up on the bed and pulled the
coverlet down and crawled beneath it and curled up on my side and before
long I was asleep or passed out, whichever you prefer. It probably took all
of twenty minutes after I was pushed flat on my back on the bed.

When I awoke, it was dark and no one was there. I laid there a moment and
fell back to sleep.

Then, later, they came back one at a time, after they had been out drinking.
I felt a pressure on the side of the bed in the dark and he moved me a
little lower on the bed, then I felt a knee on one side of my head and I
opened my eyes as he, just a shadow in the darkness, put his other knee on
the other side of my head, then bent down and lowered his cock till it
touched my face. It was soft at first, unlike earlier when they had all
been hard. He rubbed the head of it over my face and across my lips and I
opened my mouth and he ran it all around my lips, over and over and I let
him do it and licked him a few times. Then he moved and put his balls over
my mouth and I opened wider and sucked them into my mouth and I felt his
cock grow as it lay across my face and got harder. It felt so nasty and
almost like a dream because I was barely awake, and I licked at his balls as
they were in my mouth or just above and he moved a little higher and sort of
sat down on my face, and he wanted me to lick him there, just behind his
balls, and I did and he kept moving back and forth and I knew he was trying
to get me to lick his asshole and I did not stop licking him because I
wanted to lick it, too, and he pulled his cheeks apart and he told me to
stick my tongue inside. I tried, but could not get it inside, and it felt
so weird, the pressure of his body practically sitting on my face, until he
leaned forward again and stuck his cock into my mouth, but he was too close
to the wall, so he got up and pulled me further down the bed and then he
leaned over and just started fucking me in my mouth. Sometimes he went too
deep, too, like it was earlier, but this was harder and I remember my
stomach tightening and sometimes my throat would constrict and a little
sound would come from inside my throat and it was a little gagging sound and
I would feel it all the way from my stomach to my throat and my pussy began
getting wet again, and he began talking to me, telling me to gag on it, and
he called me a slut, a gang bang slut and a whore and other things, until he
pulled out and laid his cock on my face and put one hand on top of his cock
and pressed it hard against my face and I could feel it jump, then spurt,
and his come shot out onto my forehead and into my hair.

Then he left and I was left alone for awhile before another came in. He
fucked me normally, and I wrapped my arms around him and buried my face in
his chest and pulled my knees up and fucked him back, unlike earlier when
the other guy fucked me I pretty much just laid there.

Then he left, too, before another guy came in the room and he just laid down
beside me and I turned on my side and my face was beside his cock and I just
sucked him gently before he came after a long time.

Then no one else came in for awhile and I must have fallen back to sleep. I
was once again beneath the covers now, and I felt the covers being pulled up
and someone climbing into the bed with me, and I rolled over to face him
because I knew that there was one more left who had not done me a second
time. Instead he just whispered, “You have to go now.”

I became more alert. The lights were still off, except for what shone
through the curtains in the window from outside. Someone was already asleep
in the other bed. “You have to go,” he said again. I don’t know which one
it was. It wasn’t the nice one that I had started out liking. I don’t know
if I even said anything. I just wanted to sleep. The last thing I felt
like doing was getting dressed at that time of night and I was so groggy and
my clothes had never been brought up. I had no idea where my bikini was
until I realized it must still be in the bathroom and I had given my car
keys to someone.

“Where are my keys?” I remember asking at one point while I was still curled
up in sleeping position. He went to go look for them I think, because he
brought them back and gave them to me.

“Here they are. You have to go. This is my bed and you can’t stay here all
night,” he said or something to that affect. He was already naked and in
the bed with me. I reached out and touched his cock. He wouldn’t let me.
He took his foot and began pushing me, sliding me across the sheet to the
edge of the bed. I swung out and got me feet on the floor before I fell
out. I was totally naked and on my feet for the first time since my shower.
I was a little sticky between my legs and my lips felt a little raw. I went
to the bathroom and used the facilities there, but could not find my bikini,
although I did find my beach towel. I wrapped it around me. I could not
find the bikini in the dark and did not want to turn on a light so that I
would have to see them. I liked the dark then.

And that is how I was dressed when I left. Wearing a beach towel and
nothing else. I got part of the way home before I broke down crying and
pulled to the side of the road. I stayed home for a couple of days before I
began to feel good again. By Wednesday I was masturbating to the event,
imagining all the ways it could have gone differently, things that would
have turned me on more, imagining nastier things than really happened.

Saturday afternoon my pager went off with a phone number in Los Angeles and
an extension.

I’m in sales and I always call back my pages immediately. The number was
for the Marriot Hotel in Los Angeles near the airport. The extension was
obviously a room number. I remembered that when we were on the beach I had
given one of them my business card ( I carry them everywhere).

I knew it was them.

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