Morgantown Gang-Bang Part 1

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Morgantown Gang-Bang Part 1

The Morgantown Gang-Bang…1
This happened during what I call my ‘cock crazy’ period. It’s a long one but I had to include some things to explain some of it. There had been some gang-bangs but nothing approaching anything like this! Two or three guys in a room is no big deal; spending three or four hours in a booth in a bookstore is nothing. You don’t have guys pulling and pushing and they aren’t on top of you or behind you hanging on and fucking away like hell. I don’t regret it one bit and, a few months later a few of us got together (in the same motel) to go at it again. The second one was a little easier to handle.

I had, for a few months, been chatting with a younger CD in Pittsburgh. We had even gone as far as meeting a few times for lunch and dinner then, a few times to play a little. The operative word here is ‘few’. There were missed meeting because ‘she’ sometimes had excuses for calling things off…usually at the last minute.

When you take the time to ‘get ready’ it’s sort of a letdown when you wind up staying home.

I’d reached a point that I was sort of uni-sex even in normal clothes. I’ll explain. I bought mostly neutral or casual women’s clothing and shoes most of the time. This went all the way to panties…casual and dress…camisoles and plainer teddies…socks and stockings/thigh highs and other things. Most of the time I wore blouses instead of shirts and sweaters/pull-over tops. I also was doing the necessary things like; keeping my hair longer and nicely cut, doing my nails and remaining hairless. Removing, shaving and waxing when it was needed. You don’t really realize what women go through until you try to be one! Of course this also meant that, on most days, my time for getting ready was shorter. Part of this was because of my past relationship with Jack.

I had also added to and upgraded my nicer things for social occasions. I had a selection of everything to fit my age closer and…some really nice outfits and dresses for ‘very’ special occasions but, not a lot. Most of the time, in street clothes and with no makeup, I just looked like an average fag…if anyone noticed at all. This applied to how I dressed for work too and no one seemed to notice.

To me a lot of the clothes seemed more comfortable anyway. I’d also bought a couple of ‘gaffs’, a must for slacks and shorts but a literal pain getting use to.

Anyway; I found myself going back to West Virginia for a six month stint. It was to be four days a week with the rest of the time all mine. I messed around for the first month, met some ‘friends’ and had some weekends that were a little ‘busy’ in a good way. I’d also changed motels to one that was semi-clean but they didn’t care what went on as long as there wasn’t any trouble…a real ‘no-tell-motel’…just on the outskirts of Morgantown.

I began talking to my friend about this and the prospect of a very nice gang-bang. One that would be big enough to keep both of us busy for maybe 8 to 10 hours. I had suggested this to some of the guys I’d met and they liked the idea…they were pretty sure that they could get others to participate and…I was doing some chatting on line talking to others in the area about it. The numbers grew; ten, twelve then, after a few weeks sixteen then eighteen! Yes, I knew there would be some no-shows so I set the maximum at twenty…ten each. I offered bare backing for married guys and condoms for singles; they knew that we would be ‘dressed’ for the occasion. We picked up two more but, with no-shows I wasn’t worried. A lot of them knew each other so there was safety in that.

We arranged the date and everything was pretty well set.

For the weekend I set-up a second adjoining room for two days. I told the manager that ‘we’ were having a little party but would keep things as quiet as possible. There would be some drinking but not much and only beer.

My ‘friend’ agreed to everything and had told me that ‘she’d’ participated in a few small ones in the past. I’d had some real ones and evenings being a real slut at the one bookstore so I wasn’t worried at all. I could handle half at least…maybe a few more if I wasn’t totally fucked-out! I was excited, apprehensive, a little scared but excited. I’d be walking funny for a day or so but…I’d done that before. I’d keep the room for resting up after and be there for work the next week; no problem.

I was in touch with most of the guys on nearly a daily basis and, as the big day approached my excitement really built. The afternoon before, when I returned to the motel, I tried to call my friend – nothing. I tried messenger and ‘she’ wasn’t on-line. I began to think about what ‘could’ happen but there was a list of things to do so I went shopping. Snacks, a few extra towels, liquid hand soap, a few cases of beer, extra panty-liners, a couple of extra sheets, some plastic cups, a small can of Crisco, Tylenol, condoms, baby oil, a bunch of things…everything I could think of. Once back at the motel I tried my friend again…nothing. I ordered pizza, opened a bottle of wine, stripped to my undies and threw on a nice robe I’d brought along then got on line. ‘She’ wasn’t on line but a few of the guys were. I chatted with them. Three of the ‘guests’ for the GB were black; they all seemed to be pretty anxious to get into some white CD ass-pussy. I’d watched two of them jack-off on cam and they had very nice cocks. I was doubly impressed by the amount of cum they shot and the size of their loads…I’ve always been a sucker for black meat anyway. The one guy looked like he was shooting his load across the room!

They were also impressively hung. There was an 11” a thick 9” and a guy who said he was ‘about’ 10”. Mr. 11 was asking if he could bring a friend (hell his cock was like having a friend) when I asked about his friend he said that he was ‘about’ 9”. I told him ‘yes’ and hoped that I wouldn’t regret it!

When the pizza arrived I let my hair down, fluffed it a little then loosened my robe before answering the door. The delivery guy was maybe in his mid 30’s, seemed friendly and was wearing a wedding band. I swung the door nice and wide, took the pizza and gave him a nice tip then, on a whim, said, “If you’re gonna be in the area later here’s some e xtra…if you feel like dropping off a six-pack of Coors Light I’d appreciate it. If not just keep the money.”
The robe was loose (so was I) I was wearing a sheer black camisole and a pair of lace French-cut panties to match. He looked, I smiled, he thanked me and left. No, he probably wouldn’t take the offer but, just in case, I took a minute and gave myself a small soap suppository anyway. I chatted more and ate while waiting for it to work. We now had twenty-three horny guests, four of them black and still nothing from my friend…shit! When nature called – more like screamed – I took care of things then went back to chatting and pizza. I was starting to get a little more nervous but also telling myself that my friend wouldn’t stand me up – more like hoping now since I’d let the other guy in!

The TV was on low in the background, I’d been chatting and caming with one of the guys who had a nice thick eight incher (white). I’d been teasing him some and was sitting on a nice 8” non-slip butt plug. Between him jacking and the butt plug rubbing me the right way I’d had a nice little orgasm…I was sitting there with a big wet spot in the front panel of the panties and a little puddle under me. Time had gotten away from me. Around the time he blew his load there was a knock at the door. I remembered the pizza guy!

Damn, there he was with a cold six-pack and a silly/apprehensive grin on his face! His car was parked beside my little pick-up…turned off…he wasn’t a bad looking guy and was married. I gave him a big smile, told him to wait and I’d give him a tip for being so kind…he said it wasn’t necessary, stepped into the room and closed the door. I smiled and said…

“Hon, you should lock it.”…he did.

He started to say something about the way I looked, how I was dressed and he wasn’t sure if I was offering ‘something’ or what…
I moved around behind him, reached around and slid my hand down to his crotch…
He seemed a little nervous, my heart was racing and there was a nice bulge in his pants…
I said something like, ‘If you need something handled – or more – I’ll be glad to take care of it for you.’ Then rubbed a little. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and didn’t seem to want me to take my hand away. I excused myself after telling him to have a beer and make himself at home. On the way past the PC I casually aimed the cam at the bed then, went to the bathroom and took out the butt plug.

When I returned he was sitting on the bed, his shoes were off and he was sipping a beer. I turned off all but one small light in the room, walked over to face him, undid the robe and let it fall to the floor then sat down beside him. I then took the beer and had a nice long sip. Handing it back I put my hand on his leg and slowly moved it up; by the time I was rubbing the bulge again he was breathing harder and the bulge was growing more. We both knew what he was there for…why fuck around?

There was lube left over from the butt plug so I didn’t have to worry about that. I suggested that I help him get his pants and shorts down so that I could suck his cock a little then, had to take my hand away long enough to help him with that. He was more than ready and not really too shy – only a little. When his shorts came down I was facing a very nice (and very hard) cock that was about 7” and medium thickness; with a cute upward curve. He was cut and had a nice fat head! I moved in between his legs as he sat back down, gave a little moan of approval, slipped my hand around that cock and then spent some time licking kissing and sucking on the head. He was a nice mouthful.

He sat on the bed moaning and gasping until he finally put one hand on my head and forced me down on his cock. I sucked away while the head poked the back of my throat for a while then pushed back and asked if he wanted to fuck me. I helped him get out of everything from the waist down then followed as he got on the bed. He groped for a little while, got me out of the panties then started finger fucking while I kept stroking his cock slowly. That got old real fast and I suggested he replace the finger with his cock – I made my point by getting on all fours and spreading my knees for him – he took the cue. His head popped into my rectum fairly easily then he moaned as he buried himself to the balls; I did some moaning of my own and urged him on…bent my knees and pushed back on his manhood. He was just about the perfect size for a good relaxing fuck!

He did grab me around the waist and pulled back as he made every thrust into me. I tried to meet his thrust by pushing back and driving him good and deep inside. He wasn’t stretching me too much so, on the way out, I could clinch my rectum a little and apply some pressure to that cock.

I also urged him to slow down just a little so that we could both enjoy it (I wanted him to last for a while). He did and it felt fantastic! I was dripping just a little pre-cum but wasn’t going to have an orgasm of my own; this was just for him…well…and a feeling of a good fucking for me.

He lasted longer than I thought he would! Eventually he moaned, “Fuck…I’m gonna’ cum!” When I heard that I started to slip forward and moved my knees together! He followed me, wound up straddling me and his cock never came out. He was lying on top, moved up a little and kept going at me. I almost screamed, “Fuck me…give it to me hard…fuck meeee good and harddd!” He did, god did he lay it to me, as hard as he could! He grabbed my shoulders, pulling me back hard and rammed that cock home again and again! I just lay there squealing, trying to push back to meet every good thrust of his and loved it. Too soon he gave one last long moan of passion and I felt his cock pump like hell! Damn…he gave me a very nice creamy load of cum way up in my belly…heaven!

We stayed in that position, huffing and puffing like hell, for as long as I could take his weight before I had to ask him to get off. My rectum was tingling like crazy, I was shaking like hell from head to toe and just glowing with that post-sex feeling. Damn it felt good!

I let him get cleaned-up first, dragged my trembling ass out of bed and thanked him then let him leave. I was having a few little cramps and really, REALLY had to pee! The last few minutes of his great pounding almost had me wetting myself. I hobbled to the bathroom, plopped down on the cool seat and really gushed into the toilet while letting some air out in a nice long (and nice wet) fart. That was one time that a good pee felt like an orgasm!

I just sat there shaking and let nature take its course.

I made sure the door was locked, turned the TV up a little and sat down in front of the PC. I’d forgotten about the camera! It was still going and the screen was filled with comments; seems quite a few had liked the show. As I worked my way through the comments one stood out among them…the last one only a few minutes ago and he’d pinged me a few times since then. I answered him and apologized because the sound had been turned off then waited…

…I saw him typing then, “I guess you need a spankin for that. Wats up? I want to fuck you right now I’m 15 minutes away.”

My reply was a simple, “k”.

There was no need for anymore. He was one of the guys waiting for the gang-bang. He knew where I was and what room…he was one of the black dudes…one with a 9” cock that was a little thick.

I cleaned up a little more, brushed my hair out then jumped back into the panties and robe…shit I was trembling again. A little post black cock jitters. I quickly re-booted the pc, signed back in to messenger, opened the cam and pointed it at the bed before closing the screen almost shut…then waited while sipping a beer. I got two little sips and there was a knock at the door. For an instant I froze, took another quick sip then rose and walked across to the door. When I asked who it was he answered, “That black cock you wanted.” (I do remember him saying that to this day). I loosened the robe opened the door and looked; he was a head taller than me, decent looking and nicely built. He’d told me that he was forty and married…he looked the right age.

I invited him in, closed the door and locked it. We looked each other over a little (I pointedly stared at his crotch) I placed my hands on my hips and said something like, “So…you want to sample the goods before tomorrow?” He laughed a little laugh and answered that he’d watched me on the cam for a while and said that he’d been so hard he had to jack-off. When the other guy left it hit him to try and see what happened…he was close by anyway. I finished opening the robe then walked around him; he watched me then said, “You probably need that hot white ass warmed up a little for being bad anyway.”
There was more ‘banter’ but he made it clear that he was interested in both spanking me a little then giving me a pretty good fucking. I wasn’t sure about the spanking but taking a nice black cock was something I’d never turned down, ever.

I went into slut mode, walked to his one side and, as I slipped one arm around him, reached down to run my hand over his crotch. What I felt there sent a shock through me…he was every bit of it and thick! He then pulled me around to face him, reached down to grab my bottom and, even through the robe and panties gave me a slap that stung. I gave as little gasp and jumped then rested my head against him…he squeezed again – I tensed and waited – he slapped my backside again.

Hmmm, if that was a sample I was going to have a sore backside in more ways than one.

My being a smart-ass and not trying to pull away when he smacked my backside had given him consent in a way. It happened so suddenly that I barely had time to react…

He grabbed my arm and pulled me off balance just enough – took a few steps back with me in tow – sat on the bed and dumped me over his lap! My robe was pulled up and to the side, he grabbed the waistband of my panties and jerked hard pulling them down just below my cheeks and smacked both cheeks in quick succession! I didn’t resist rather tried to relax, kept my arms free and crossed my ankles. The stinging smacks continued up and down both cheeks then he started giving me glancing blows from the bottom of the cheeks up…those stung!! I did bounce, started to kick a little along with some grunting and gasping and wiggled…it started to sting like HELL back there! His free hand – the one NOT blistering my backside – held me firmly by the waist…very firmly! This was getting real.

It went past the point of feeling like a bad sunburn to beginning to feel like I’d sat on a hot griddle! My voice rose in pitch as the pain wrapped my backside. The yelping went to something like squeals and I was breathing like hell, filling my lungs then exhaling the noise.

He suddenly stopped, removed his hand from my waist and rubbed my sore burning cheeks with the other one. He did keep me over his lap and we talked for a short while. The reason he’d spanked me was simple; he just loved spanking a lily-white bottom. Of course he also loved forcing his thick cock into it when the cheeks – along with everything inside was red hot. Once he’d asserted his position over me I was allowed to stand up. Now I could stand there and rub my ass as the panties worked their way down to my ankles.

I’d also been bouncing against his hard cock while he spanked me.

I was told to get my ass in bed; I obeyed after moving the lube into reach…easy reach and getting out of the panties. I lay there rubbing my sore ass a little and watched as he got out of his clothes; I got out of the robe. Once he undressed I realized my little ass was in trouble for a second time. He did have what looked to be nine inches and damn was he thick! His cock fattened-up just behind the head and continued to get bigger as it got closer to his crotch. He still wasn’t totally hard but hard enough. When he got into bed I went to work on it like any good slut; kissing licking sucking the head and licking all the way to his balls. He dug his fingers into my hair and told me what to do then spent a few minutes gagging me with it. When I started to get some pre-cum he told me to get on my back and get ready! I grabbed the Crisco and put some on his cock then tried to shove some inside of me and lube my crack.

Since I was a k** I was always a real sucker for black guys and black cock; especially the BIG ones. I found out that thickness or girth of a cock was something that I could handle as long as I used enough lube in the beginning…became as relaxed as possible…and my partner took his time while stretching me. There were times that I just gritted my teeth and took a big one. Also, being in a position where I could ‘let it all out’ as in yelling squealing and screaming (sometimes) excited the shit out of most guys. When I couldn’t be very vocal (as in had to be a little quiet) I would use a sheet pillow my panties or hands to cover my mouth the best I could. I also found out that a good scream expands the muscles of your rectum, pushing and screaming/squealing helps to take a thicker cock in the end! As long as your partner gives you some time to relax after he’s buried that massive meat deep inside.

A long cock takes a little more work. The guy who popped my anal cherry was about 7” and I was young. The first time it hurt both ways and he hit bottom a lot! The second time, about three hours later, my rectum was sort of tingling but not as bad; he had to work to hit bottom. He was stretching my colon or re-arranging my insides. In the morning, when I worked-off his morning wood, it was much easier and he only hit bottom a few times…even though that session lasted for over an hour and we tried several positions.

With enough preparation and, working on it for a while, I’ve taken 14” of black meat. I managed to take all of it (over time) he was only hitting bottom in certain positions and that made me feel proud that I could service him that well!

With this guy I was pretty sure I could handle the length of his cock – the thickness, as he went deeper, was really gonna’ stretch my rectum like hell. I wanted to please him…I really wanted to get filled with that black cock and get a good fucking…but…I was also thinking about having to be able to take what was going to happen the next night. As far as I knew I was alone in this gang-bang!
I knew that we’d lined-up 23 guys, I knew that there would be some no-shows. From past experience I knew that the beginning would be hot and heavy. I’d have a cock in my rectum constantly – fucking away – for the first (hour and a half or two?) maybe longer. I’d also be sucking, at about the same time. Some of the guys may get bored waiting or, have a time limit and have to leave. One thing I was positive about…

…this bitch was going to be one gaping sore completely worn out whore the next day! Saturday was going to be a day of total rest and recuperation for me!

(End of Part 1)

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