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My introduction and pathway to group sex - Part 12

My first true gang bang makes me understand what I need for the rest of my life.

My continuing story.  Please read parts 1 - 11 first to understand where I am in my sexual development

 

That Friday night party lifted my sexual awareness and energy to a new level.   The next two weeks had me on high rotation with my ‘at school’ guy, my boyfriend, and his brother when I could get him.   There was a new buzz around me at school as the stories from the Friday night had obviously filtered out.   More of the guys were talking to me for no apparent reason and the ‘in crowd’ girls were suddenly treating me as one of them.   My ‘at school’ guy told me on the bus home one night that he had seen my name written on the boy’s toilet wall with “is a slut” after it.   I was a bit proud about someone writing my name on the wall, but not so sure about the title.   What was a slut anyway?   I just liked sex.

 

I talked with my Friday night date often during those next two weeks and asked him about the party he had invited me to.   Was it going to be anything like our beach party?   He told me that it would be a much bigger party and there would definitely be some action happening.   I did my best to make it clear that I was very keen.   I used phrases like; “the more the merrier;” “enjoy a few new ones;” “hope I’m kept busy.”   The word had clearly filtered out that I was up for it.   It seemed that every day, another guy in final year would sidle up to me in the corridors and say he’d heard I was going to the party and looking forward to seeing me there.   I always responded with the same answer.

“I’ll be waiting.”

 

My Mum had become a bit of a pain when I told her I was going to this party, because it was with people she didn’t know and at someone’s house she didn’t know.   She insisted that she would be driving me there and coming to pick me up.   I negotiated her from a midnight pickup out to 1 a.m. by throwing a sulky fit and saying I wouldn’t go if she was going to embarrass me like that.   This had cut into my planned time available and put some pressure on getting going early.   When that Saturday night rolled around, I was almost breathless with anticipation.   I remember my heart rate was high when I was selecting what to wear during the afternoon.   Even though jeans were the common default fashion, I decided on a summery dress for its practicality.  

 

The party was at a fairly normal house with a large yard in a nice leafy suburb.   My final year guy was already there with his friends and met me as I walked up the driveway. We went inside to meet the girl who was putting on the party.   I recognized her from the car party at the beach two weeks earlier.   Although we hadn’t actually spoken there, she greeted me like a close friend in front of her mother.   I was surprised to see her mother preparing party food in the kitchen.   Not quite what I had expected and threw me into some confusion about the playing up that had been promised.   My vision of a good bedroom romp evaporated.   The party was obviously being held outside in the yard.   My guy took me outside where we joined a group near the garage.   Some introductions were made to those I hadn’t met before.   They all seemed to come from two other schools in the area or were connected through their sports teams.   We drank and chatted while the music blared and others danced on the lawn. A guy would wander over every now and then and join in the circle.   The girls with boyfriends drifted away and I ended up left in a group with five guys.

 

My guy had his arm around me and suddenly slid it further around until his hand was over my breast.   He stood there just rubbing it and squeezing it while every one talked, and watched.   I could see them watching him squeeze my tit.   I found this quite erotic, being openly fondled and watched.   In a short while he moved behind me and put a hand on each breast to fondle while we all continued talking as if nothing else was happening.   He was rubbing himself into my behind and I could feel his cock pressing into my cheeks as he made a sideways sliding motion.   He dropped one hand behind me and I could feel my dress being gathered up behind to bare my bum.   He rubbed his hand over my bum on the outside of my undies and then started slipping it between my legs for a rub.   The conversation dried up and the other guys just stood and watched.   I remember looking at them watching, seeing the longing in their faces to have a feel too.   There was no resistance from my part, and my guy got very obvious and moved his free hand around to under the front of my dress.   He started openly rubbing me between the legs while I leaned back into him.   One other guy made a move and put his hand on my free breast to rub it.   That was it.   The others moved in and started groping me wherever they could get their hands on.   I just stood there and let it happen.

 

The next move was a simple one.   My guy just asked me,

“Want a go?”

I just nodded against his head and he started steering me up the driveway towards the front of the house.   We walked to the front of the house and then across the front lawn to the corner of the garden near the neighbours fence.   I looked around.   It was fairly dark and shielded by shrubs.   The other guys had followed us and were standing a short distance away.   My guy dropped to his knees on the grass pulling me down with him.   I lay back while he kissed me and started feeling me again.   He was pulling my dress up to get his hands in my pants.   I remember lifting up and feeling the cool grass under my arse.   He pulled my pants off over my feet and dropped them near my head so he could widen my legs to finger me.   This was different.   I had never done it out in the open before.   Looking up, I could see some stars and the moon shining from behind him.   He rolled between my thighs and then got up on his knees to undo his pants.   He wriggled then down to his knees and then lay on me pushing his cock against me.   There was no wasted time.   He just rubbed his knob around until he found the mark, pushed in and started fucking.   God I loved this.   That this simple thing could feel so good and have no limit on how often or how long you could do it.   Joy.

 

I lifted my knees and enjoyed feeling him enjoy his ride.   His fuck was fast and urgent again.   He finished in me fairly quickly and said,

“I’ll see you out the back later.”

He stood up pulling his pants up before moving away.   As soon as he had turned away another guy knelt onto his knees before me.   I heard my guy having some conversation with other people while I watched the guy in front of me undo his pants and push them down.   He was one of the guys from the earlier circle, but didn’t come from my school.   I looked down at his cock.   It was poking out from under his Tee shirt, ready as could be.   I wanted to feel it.   I wanted to feel all of them and their balls.   I held it, felt its thickness and length, and rubbed my hand back over his knob to feel whether he was circumcised.   Finally, I cupped his balls and rolled them in my palm and fingers to feel their weight and size.   I lay back ready.   He didn’t speak while I waited for him; just switched his look back and forward between my face to in between my legs.   He fell forward onto me as soon as his cock was free and did the same thing; pushed his cock up and down my crack until he lodged home and then pushed in.   He fucked me more slowly for a while, prolonging his feeling.   He stopped a couple of times, just resting, embedded in me.   He was holding off, stalling his final moment.   He did this a couple of times and then speeded up and finished in me suddenly, grunting while he spurted.   He blew a lot.   I could feel it trickling down to my arse as he finished his last slow pumps.

 

I was feeling fabulous.   I was horny as hell.   My cunt was alive and tingling and wanting more.   My boy removed his cock from me and said “That was good,” before getting up.   The procedure repeated itself.   Another boy I didn’t know took his place, pushing his pants down.   I reached under to feel his cock and balls.   Nice, solid and average sized.   He rocked forward and started stabbing at me. This boy was short, small bodied and a light weight on me.   He wasn’t going in.   I rolled my hips back to give him better access but he still couldn’t find the spot.   He was too high and he wasn’t using his hand to guide himself.   I sensed he was a first timer, so put my hand down to guide him in.   He groaned when I touched his cock and rubbed it down my crack to my entrance.   He groaned loudly when I lodged it in and pushed up against him.   He pushed in quickly and then started a very fast short stroke humping.   He was making low moaning noises straight away and fucked me with a jerky hips action.   He lasted less than thirty seconds before gasping in my ear and emptying himself into me.   He collapsed on me for a moment, breathing heavily.   I held him tightly while he enjoyed the feeling.   When he roused, he looked at me and then kissed me hard on the mouth using his tongue.   I kissed him back until he stopped and looked at him.

“Enjoy that?” I whispered.

“Fantastic” he responded.

I didn’t ask him if it was his first one.   I was certain I was and thought it would be nice if he could have a longer one.

“You can come back for another one later if you like.” I said.

He answered with an enthusiastic “Ooh yeah.”

 

As he got up, my eyes took in the scenery behind him.   I had done three of the five guys, yet there were four standing in a huddle.   I knew my guy had gone out to the back.   Were the others staying after their turn or had more joined the group?   I couldn’t see clearly in the moonlight to recognize their faces but I hoped some new guys had come around.   One turned and came over, unzipping himself and knelt down between my open thighs.   I recognized this one from school and said “Hi.”

We exchanged a few words while I felt his cock and balls.   His cock seemed long.

He said, “I’ve been waiting for tonight.”

“Have you now?” I responded.

“Yeah. As soon as I heard you were going to turn it on for anyone.”

“Is that what you heard?”  

“Yeah. Are you?”

“Yeah, all right.” I answered.

My self promotion had obviously worked.

 

He reached for my tits and started rubbing, pushing his hand down the front of my dress to feel them.   I sat up to pull the dress down and undo my bra.   He was trying to push the top down to bare my breasts, but it wasn’t working.   I pulled the dress off over my head and stripped my bra off.   I was worried about my dress getting dirty because my Mum was coming to pick me up, so I folded it up and placed it on the grass above my head with my bra and undies.   I lay down again.   The grass was a bit itchy on my back at first but I soon had other feelings to concentrate on.   This boy was spending more time, sucking my breasts and feeling them first.   He was grabbing one at a time in both hands and squeezing it to a peak to put in his mouth and suck.   It was a very nice feeling.   He rubbed my flaps which were wet and leaking.   He didn’t seem to care.   He just rubbed them, fingered me and wiped the wetness in circles around my clit which hardened rapidly.  

 

This guy had definitely been with girls before.   Nipple and clit stimulation together started my feelings moving.   I would have been happy for him to keep doing it but he had his own needs to fill and presently lowered himself to me, holding his cock.   He wiped it up and down my crack a while before he slid it in, withdrew a bit and then slid it in further.   He was long and I could feel him lodged deep in me.   While he fucked me, I had a mental image of this long cock penetrating me.   I could feel how far his body was lifting from me and then feel the long push back in.   I concentrated on the feeling and the rhythm, building my orgasm.   Please last, please last.   As he humped into me I moaned into his ear and made grunty sounds to signal my building orgasm.   He maintained his good solid fucking while I rode his cock to my orgasm.   He fucked me through it and then let himself go, picked up his pace and fucked me hard, enjoying my body while I enjoyed his balls slapping on my arse hole.   He emptied himself deep inside me, and kept fucking while he unloaded. After he rested he said, “We didn’t know if you were really going to do this”

“Well, now you all know,” I said.

 

When he got up, another guy practically fell into his place pushing his jeans down at the same time.   He stuck his hand into my cunt feeling me saying “Oh Jesus, feel that.”   I didn’t recognize this fellow either, but he was in a hurry.   He leaned in quickly.   I held his cock and positioned him in.   He went to town, fucking me furiously until he blew his load, withdrew and got off just as quickly.   No “hello,” “thanks”; nothing.   He was my fifth of the night.  

 

A quick look at the standing group showed me five more had gathered.   More guys were coming around from the back.   I waved my arm and one came over.   He kneeled down and felt me and rubbed my tits.   He didn’t have his pants down yet.   I reached for him to unzip.   He started, and then had to stand up again to loosen them and then kneel down again.   He was taking too long but his cock sprang out hard and ready.   These boys were obviously getting very aroused by the event.   I looked over his shoulders and said to the others, “Guys, can you be ready when it’s your turn please?”  

 

I reached for his cock for my feel and played with his balls for a moment, then lay down and pulled this one to me.   Number six and counting.   I still felt fresh and horny.   My orgasm had been a good one, but this whole situation was just keeping me up there.   This guy was no marathon man either and unloaded quickly.   I was pleased to see that the next one was already unzipped and sliding his jeans down as he knelt on the grass in front of me.   At least they were listening.

 

The next couple of guys were similar.   They let me feel their cocks and balls, then got on and fucked me quickly.   Most fucked me very rapidly, lying on me and penetrating me to the hilt until they finished.   Most of them seemed to be just going for a quick empty-out before going back to the party.   I needed a rest and a clean up break.   I called it quits and got up.   The guys waiting all groaned until I reassured them I would be back later and I wanted them all to come back.   I put my bra and dress back on, but pushed my pants into my bag.   I was too wet to put them on.   I squatted and squeezed as much semen as I could onto the grass before going inside for a drink, a pee and a clean up.

 

About twenty minutes later I returned to the front lawn with a couple of guys in tow.   I put my clothes in the same place and lay down again.   As the first one knelt between my legs, I saw two more arrive. The next two were similar to earlier guys.   A solid quick thrashing, extracting maximum feel before a big unload.   I recognized the next one from earlier.   It was the small, short boy I had invited to come back if he wanted some more.   He seemed a bit surer of himself this time and put his hand down to feel me first, rubbing me and slipping in a finger.   I let him have his feel, still sure that this was his first time tonight and now his second.   I rubbed his cock and balls.   He was very hard again.   He lay on me quickly, resting on his elbows so he could rub my tits.   He was rubbing his cock around the right spot but couldn’t quite get it in.   I reached down and placed it for him.   What a difference a first fuck makes.   This time he had a better angle, was deeper and his strokes more fluid.   He was such a light boy I could move him around on me with my body movement.   I rolled my hips back and pulled my knees up to my shoulders as high as I could.   High and wide; it always worked.   I held his shoulders and listened to him gasping while he thrashed his cock into me.   I put my hands onto his arse and gripped him while he humped.   He was lasting quite well with the benefit of his previous unload.   My feelings were stirring again and I would have cum again if he had lasted.   Instead he got faster and faster and emptied himself in me with a long groan.   He collapsed on me again, in rest and recovery.

“That feel better?” I asked.

“Oh yeah.   You’re great.   What’s your name?”

 

I was running out of time.   I fucked the other two who were waiting; two quick, solid, thrashing, young boy, empty-outs; got dressed and went inside to clean up before my Mum picked me up.

 

“How was the party?” she asked on the drive home.

“Good; nice people, no drunks, no trouble” I said.

 

My head count was fifteen.   I had felt fifteen cocks and balls that night, in less than four hours.   Fifteen fucks.   Fifteen cocks inside me.   Fifteen loads of cum in me.   God it was good.  

 

I consider this night to be the most defining moment of my life.   It was the moment that put everything that had come before into context.   I felt complete and in my place in the world.   I felt an elation that I knew I would always want and need.   There was an inner peace coming from understanding myself and my sexual niche, and knowing I could fulfil it.

 

After the party, my legend status spread through school rapidly.   I let it be known that you only had to ask me out to have a fuck.   I was a ‘sure thing’ and the boys were lining up.   But, in fact, they were all my ‘sure thing’.   I wanted to try all their cocks, feel all their balls.   I was still fascinated by all the differences in length, width, shape, head size, angles, ball sizes and amounts they could unload.   To me, they were all good; just different.

 

I became a regular at the Friday night beach park which was a constant little gang bang.   There was enough turnover of new guys to keep it interesting and satisfy my need for multiple cocks.

 

For the rest of this year and my next, final year at school, I was consumed by going out as often as I could to be fucked as often as I could get it.   I went out with as many guys as I could.   I went to parties and turned it on; in the back of cars, guy’s houses, on the beach, in the water, and a couple of memorable quickies inside the school buildings.   It was a golden time for me.   My body was fresh and wanton, my sex drive high, orgasms plentiful and easy.   I was where I wanted to be, getting what I wanted.

 

To be continued.. Part 13.

 

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