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My First Gangbang Ever

Ever since I crossed that invisible bridge from childhood to teenage-hood, I’ve been aware of my sexuality. I realized that I really loved sex and I made sure to get it as much as I could. It was quite easy. The boys at school were wired like most guys everywhere. All I needed to get what I wanted was a mini skirt, some makeup and a flirty look. Not rocket science at all.

High school wasn’t a great experience for me. With the amount of time I put into my studies, I was, at best, an average student. I was also very different from the other girls in school and if you’re familiar with the high school scene, different equals unacceptable. While most of the girls were skinny and tall, I was thick and curvy with more than my fair share of height. The boys loved me though; I was a big girl with a nice rack and hips as soft as cotton candy. The fact that I was a favourite among the boys just made the other girls dislike me more. I was the girl their boyfriends wished they were.

Looking back, I realize their dislike wasn’t really personal. They just hated my guts and my confidence. They hated the fact that I wasn’t afraid to go for what I wanted, which in most cases was sex.

By high school standards, I was a slut, wild and uncontrollable. Some days I hated myself but I didn’t know how to be anything other than the sexual being that I was.

During my sophomore year, I had the wildest night of my life. I didn’t know it then, but this night was the turning point of my life. I went to a house party with a guy, Fred. It started out like any other high school party – loud music, bottles and bottles of beer, crazy games and people everywhere. I was in a bedroom with Fred, some of his football friends and a couple of girls from school.

Without my notice, our group had thinned out considerably. Before I knew it, I was the only girl left. I had not bothered to watch my drink count and I got fuzzier than I had ever been.  A couple of times, I thought of leaving but I was having too much fun. I was dared to give one of the other guys a blowjob. I smiled at him coyly, got on my knees and crawled over to where he sat. I licked my lips as I unzipped his trousers. Out came the smallest dick I had ever seen, but a dare was a dare and I refused to back out. I put my hands around him and licked his length before I took him in. He was small enough that I could take him in without gagging but I did so for extra effect. Just when I thought he was about to come in my mouth, I was wrenched away from him. I looked up to see Fred. He had a dark look in his eyes and weirdly, that turned me on.

“It’s my turn, babe”, he said. I smirked as he carried me over to the dressing table in the room. I watched as he unbuttoned and then unzipped his trousers. Without any form of protection or foreplay, he slammed into me. I was too far gone to mind and he felt so good. I had only had sex with condoms before and the feel of him inside me was almost too much to handle. I moaned and writhed as he pushed in and out of me. The first guy came along and I held him with my hands, stroking and squeezing. I came just as he did and a second later, I felt Fred shudder on top of me.

One by one, the other guys took their turns inside of me. I came over and over and over but the monster inside of me had come out to play and it only wanted more. I was having the most fun! I knew I was going to be the talk of school in coming weeks but I didn’t care. I knew the boys thought I was a slut but that didn’t deter me at all. All I cared about that night was giving my body the pleasure it deserved. All I wanted was to soar and by the time the night was over, I had accomplished that more than times than I could count.

Somehow, I found my way home and I went to bed more content than I’d been in a while. Life went on as usual, even better than I’d expected. I was the talk of school only for a few days. A week after my sexcapade, no one talked about that night and I was buried under the carpet once again.

All was good with me until three weeks after that. I was late. That is, my period was late. One week late. My body had developed quite early and my periods had always been regular. Even as I waited, I knew what had happened already. I was pregnant.

They say a mother always knows the father of her child, but I’d never been able to fit into the mold. Any mold. I was pregnant and I had no idea who the father of my child was. Go ahead, laugh. I had a good laugh at myself so many times too.

My parents were disappointed when they found out, especially my dad. I had always been his baby girl and despite the obvious, he had always believed I was going to grow up to be a huge hit. I guess I had to find the best way to bring him back down to earth.

My daughter, Marilyn Pearl, was born big and furious. February 13th 2005, she popped out of me, all 6 pounds mass of her. I’d like to say she was the most beautiful thing I’d set my eyes on but I’d be lying. After nearly 10 months of hell and 7 hours of gruesome labour, she came out red, slimy and angry. All I could see was this red ball of fury.

I dozed off while the nurses cleaned her up. When they brought her to me and placed her in my arms, my disdain turned to fear. I was scared I would break her or hurt her in some way. As I held her and tried to put her to my breast, I felt this undeniable clench in my heart. Finally, after 17 years, I knew what it was to love – to love and to hope.

This was my first ever gangbang and i loved it!

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