Birthday Gangbang: Round One


Continued. Read the beginning  here.

So where was I at? Oh yes.


The men got up and walked toward me, slowly. My adrenaline shot way up. There was that rush, that “high”, that ultimate and pure instinctive fear. No matter what my mind knew, my body still reacted as if my life was in real danger. I love that part! That surge of chemicals in my body that can set every nerve ending on fire, enhance every sense, and turn on that greedy, needy slut part of me in a heartbeat. I had been waiting for it. Instead of fight or flight, I embrace it. I use it. Zero to near Subspace in an instant. This was before even the first touch.

Then they touched me. Not aggressively, but not timidly either. Hands were everywhere, and my senses were working at full capacity. I relaxed and moaned. Oh, yes. This was going to be fun! I smiled said something to that effect out loud. At that cue from me, it was on. The gentle hands became more aggressive. My dress was around my waist and my bra was off within seconds. My legs were firmly opened then, all at once it seemed, I had fingers in me, mouths on me, and hands everywhere. All pleasure, and everywhere at once.

How in the hell am I supposed to explain that in words? That much sensation working together is indescribable! This is as far as I always got when I was thinking how to write this. I kept having to masturbate. Oh, dammit! BRB.


I allowed the sensations to overwhelm my mind. The chatter in my mind stopped. I began to respond even more, writhing and moaning.

One hand was taken and placed on a cock. I began to stroke it, feeling it. Enjoying it. Then my head was turned, and my mouth opened instinctively. The first cock entered me. I savored it, slowly sucking and licking it. I kept stroking the other cock. I slid my head up and down, then buried the cock down my throat. The guy in my mouth groaned, and said something about me taking it all the way down. Then I licked his balls, and that earned another comment. There were mutters of approval from the audience.

I heard J somewhere saying something about me being such a cock slut and loving it rammed deep down my throat. I slowly slid my mouth up and off of the first cock, smiled, and turned my head the other way. There was a cock over there that had been waiting for more attention. All of those subby feelings started kicking in again, but now instead of sitting in a chair on display, I was already in full-blown, all out, cock hungry whore mode with more cock, hands, and mouths than I could possibly handle at once. I was serving them, worshiping them, all of them, and I was getting off on it. And they kept stroking me, fingering me, sucking on me, worshiping me right back.

I kept switching cocks, sometimes looking up to smile and make eye contact, sometimes so focused on cock I didn’t care who it was attached to. I started to cum, and did without stopping my mouth. Some men commented again, talking about how much “she” appeared to be liking what was being done and how willingly and deep “she” was taking the cocks. I realized I was actually being used, not just feeling that way, by a room full of strange men. I was their fucktoy for the afternoon, for all 21 of them, and I wanted nothing more! For the first time, I stopped and looked around. Everywhere I looked, rows deep, were men stroking cocks. They were waiting, and I was going to suck them all. I was going to do it very, very well too. I grinned, chuckled a very slutty, throaty chuckle, and opened my mouth for the next cock. I came again with my throat muscles clenching around it.

Oh, hell! I have to masturbate again. At least I made it four paragraphs this time. Ok, fine. Three and a half… But even in my wildest fantasies it had never been this awesome! Or with this many men…


There was a brief awkward moment when my chair was shifted. My friends had come in and I was being placed on display, in full view, so they could better enjoy the show. I had forgotten completely about them. In this brief moment of coherence, I noticed the cameras as well. Oh, yes. This was being photographed and recorded. I had forgotten that as well. I felt a wave of shame wash over me. But then, as quickly as I recognized it, my submissive fuck toy slut mind fed on it, fueling my fire. This was by far the single, most brazen, sluttiest possible scenario I could imagine. I was living it, and I was loving it. I swallowed the next cock whole, and sucked on it with renewed passion, reaching blindly for cock with both hands.  

I am not only thinking this and writing this. I am *feeling* this again. Waves of nearly physical pleasure are running through my body and mind, making me quiver and throb. And oh so wet! Fuck! “Thou shalt not masturbate again after only one paragraph.” But thinking about the next one is making it so hard not to!


I moaned, and writhed, and sucked, and stroked. Suddenly I was lifted up and placed on my knees. A hand grabbed my head and fed me a cock. Another hand placed one of mine on another cock. I wondered how many had it been so far as I was once again balls deep with my tongue out and teasing. That was my last coherent thought. At that moment the first cock entered my cunt and started pounding me. I doubt it took me any time at all to cum again. I wonder if I managed to keep sucking and stroking during that first fuck. It became a blur of cock. Different men in my mouth, more in my hands. Different cocks fucking my cunt, fucking my ass, fucking my face. Different sizes and shapes. Always changing, never stopping. Sometimes pulling my head away overwhelmed by my orgasms, sometimes not being allowed to and forced to cum with cock down my throat, sharing my clenching muscles with both men.

I was placed on a long, narrow table and the fucking of all of my holes continued. Throughout it all, the roaming hands never stopped. The voices of men talking about me never stopped. The cameras never stopped. I never stopped. I received pleasure, and I gave pleasure with no holding back. I had come to a plateau, though. All of this holding me so close to cuming, yet I couldn’t cum again. I groaned in desperation. Riding that ridge so long began to drive me into a desperate frenzy to cum again. It was suddenly all about me. I gripped the table and started fucking back on the big cock in my ass for all I was worth. It didn’t matter who it belonged to. It didn’t matter that the other twenty-two people in the room were watching me use this man as a human dildo for my own pleasure. I didn’t care! I growled. I screamed. I came. I collapsed onto the table panting.

Another masturbation break was required. But can you blame me?


The pleasure did not stop. The voices continued. They continued to use me, and I responded, wrapping my feet around the legs of the table to brace against the thrusts. I opened my mouth and accepted the next cock. *Smack* came the first slap on my ass. Hands were spanking me. I do not know how many, or how hard. Where my mind and body were at, they could not hurt me, only help me. Cocks kept fucking me. Then I heard J’s voice. I tensed. I knew what was coming. He understands my need for pain, and the level of my requirements. SLAP! My back arched, my limbs flexed, and a scream began working its way out. Before it did, though, a wave of pleasure overtook me. Endorphins kicked in. I smiled, I moaned, my eyes rolled back fluttering, and I relaxed. I was now riding the perfect storm.

I do not remember anything that happened from that point until the end of this part. I was hoping pictures would jog my memory, but I haven’t gotten them yet. I checked out. I was in Subspace. Only the “creature” inside me was left. (Any video of this part will be interesting to see. I have never met her, but I hear she is wild.)

I ended up on the floor, leaning back against a chair with cocks all around. They started to cum, so many at once, and the hot drops hitting me all over was like flying through warm rain. Like deliberately flying into warm rain for the sheer sensory pleasure of it. (Describing the view from Subspace is like explaining the view from a fourth dimension.) The cuming continued for a long time, but as it slowed, my body arched. I wanted more. The creature wanted more. We were seeking out the warm rain. Finally it stopped, and she rested.

 
I lay there for a few minutes collecting myself, then was helped to my feet. As amazing as this day had been so far, I still had an hour and fourty-five minutes left of my scheduled party. It was only 12:15. I needed a break. The best was yet to come…

(To be continued.)

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5 Responses
  1. mollyskiss says:

    I love this line, I don't think I have ever heard it described better “I was in Subspace. Only the “creature” inside me was left.” I have been in that place a few times myself, finding the words to describe it adequatley have always alluded me, I have felt, i usually end talking about being 'lost'. Your words are perfect, I understand them so well.

    Thank you

    Mollyxxx

    ps….you masturbation breaks had me giggling
    My recent post Save The Boobies

  2. Heather says:

    After reading that, I don't blame you for all the masturbation breaks!
    My recent post XHeather76X- Trying not to be as irritated as I am- but failing miserably

  3. Dustin says:

    I cannot wait to hear the rest of the story, see the pics and see the video. 🙂
    My recent post XDustinEFLX- @SlipperyWhnWhet- Just keep masturbating- and post lots of pics -P

  4. hubman says:

    I think it's my turn for a masturbation break!

  5. @xntrixxx says:

    This post is simply amazing. Very well written and I enjoyed the descriptions of your experience. When I read this line I knew it would only get better from this point: “Zero to near Subspace in an instant.”