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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 grapes, 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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