Gangbang, Group Sex

My First Group Sex Experience

I knew I shouldn’t be hanging out with them. They didn’t exactly have the best reputation.

Female classmates that hung out with them complained about them being to aggressive, wanting too much and crossing too many lines. I’d heard a story about TJ refusing to give Alicia a ride home because she wouldn’t give him a blowjob. There’s a rumor about one late night party that ended with two girls being fucked by an unknown number of guys. The only proof is that one of the girls, Lisa found her black and leopard print bra tapped to the wall in the hallway at school the following week.

However, they were hot and after breaking up with my far too safe boyfriend, I wanted something a little bit more dangerous. I may have even wondered what it was like to be Lisa. I knew of at least four girls in my school that had been gangbanged and I fantasized what it would be like to be the fifth. But in no way, did I ever think it would happen. I’ll admit guys thought I was easy, people labeled me a slut and I’d even been involved in a threesome, but more than that? Never.

The night started pretty much like any other time I hung out with them. They had gotten a room at the chain hotel near the interstate for a small party. People from school came and went. TJ might’ve been to aggressive when he hit on me and Rick a little too over the top when he asked me to make out with another girl, but nothing that I hadn’t ever experienced before.

Then people started going home. I should’ve left with Heather and Jessica. When they left, I was the last female there. However, I was waiting for Kelly, my friend to pick me up because I’d lied to my parents and told them that I was sleeping at her house. The only problem was that she was hanging out with her boyfriend and I had no idea when she’d come pick me up.

I didn’t feel uncomfortable, but I was definitely the center of attention. I’ll admit I liked it. I felt attractive and sexy. All four of the guys wanted me. It turned me on.

Not long after Heather and Jessica left, TJ crossed the line. He asked me to show my tits. Blame the alcohol, I pulled up my shirt, the tank top underneath and the cups of my bra. I’ll admit, not a new party trick for me.

JP, who was sitting next to me on the bed, didn’t ask if he could touch me, he just did it. He cupped my breasts and I didn’t stop him. I liked the touch.

CJ, who slid on to the bed next asked if he suck my nipples. My brain said no, but my body and my mouth said yes.

From there, there were no more questions. CJ and JP played with my breasts and then my nipples. CJ slid a hand into my jeans and again I was thinking I should stop him, but I didn’t pull his hand away. No, I put my hands between his and JP’s legs. I wondered how much of this would make it back to school on Monday, but honestly I didn’t care. I was so horny to the point I was losing all of my inhibitions quickly.

CJ undid my belt and the top of my jeans so he could get more access. I felt his fingers between my lips and let out a soft moan. How many other of my classmates had been in a position like this before?

KR pulled my jeans off. I did try to stop him, but gave up as CJ’s fingers pushed deep inside of me. My lace thong came off next and I remember not worrying that I was no bottomless. Instead I worried that someone would try to steal it.

Someone passed condoms and I was helped to the middle of the bed. Clearly not their first time doing this. It all felt like it was happening so fast. Was I really going to do this? What would my friends think? What would I hear at school? How good would it feel?

I took off my remaining clothes as they all watched. I opened my legs and CJ climbed on to the bed in front of me. He dropped his pants to his knees and I watched as he put on a condom. It still didn’t seem real.

While the other guys watched, he pushed his thick cock deep into my wetness. He thrust hard into me, filling me and showing off to the other guys. The room started to feel warm. I felt anxious. What was I doing? I felt so dirty. Was there something wrong with me because I was enjoying this so much? Why was I such a slut?

The other guys surrounded me. Their pants were either off, or pushed out of the way. It looked like something out of a fantasy or a wet a dream.

CJ thrust hard into me one last time and inside of me he filled the condom with cum. CJ pulled out and JP was right there to fill his spot.

One after another they fucked me. JP felt longer inside of me and lasted longer before he came. KR fucked me doggy style from behind, my head buried in the pillow. While the other guys just drilled, fucking hard and fast, TJ took his time, filling me with pleasure.

When it was finally over, I don’t know how many condoms had been put into the garbage can. I’d been fucked by each of them at least once. As I pulled my thong on, I could still feel them inside of me, stretching me open. I felt a mix of being used by them and ashamed at what I had done. I worried what they and everyone else at school would say and think about me.

It wasn’t until the next night that I stopped worrying as much and started feeling turned on by what I had done.  I had enjoyed every cock inside of me, every hand touching me, I wanted to do it again.

I prepared for the worse on Monday, but nothing happened. If they told anyone, the rumor didn’t spread like a wildfire. During the last few weeks of school, a guy friend told me that there was a story going around about me, a group of guys and a hotel room. He asked if it was true, but it didn’t stop him from wanting to and eventually sleeping with me.

I told him the story was false.  Maybe CJ and the rest kept the story a secret and it was Heather that spread the rumor. We slept with the same guy, neither of our faults, he was telling us each different stories. None the less, my friendship with Heather went sour.

I heard stories about other girls after me, but maybe because it was more shocking when it involved the class valedictorian it became a better story to share. Looking back at it now, I don’t think anyone would’ve been surprised to find out that I had been gangbanged. Sure, I was a near straight A student, but I had a reputation. Some of it was accurate, some of it was rumors. I was labeled as easy, I slept around, I had been caught having sex in a parked car.

When my ten year reunion comes around, I wonder what the conversations will be then….if I even go.

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