Author Topic: Confessions of a Gangbang Girl - Part Four  (Read 978 times)

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October 11, 2016, 11:31:52 AM

Offline TheDirtyPrincess

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WARNING: This story contains subject matter that some may find offensive. It features an underage person in a gangbang. If this offends you, then do not read any further.

I had been in three gangbangs, and I had enjoyed them all. If I was surprised by the fact that I enjoyed the first one, I was even more surprised by how much I had enjoyed the second, and shocked with how much I enjoyed the third. Getting fucked for almost an hour by fourteen guys was a major turn on. The more I thought about it, the more I found myself being drawn back, to reliving it all in my head, to picture myself being fucked, over and over. It was more arousing than I thought it would be, just thinking about it, and it made me want to do it all again. There was just one problem. Sam was out of town, visiting relatives with his parents, and he wouldn’t be back for another week. And whilst I got along with his friends and the guys he had brought to the den, I didn’t really know them; I didn’t know where they lived or how to contact them, so there was no way for me to call them and see if they were up for something.

If I wanted to have another gangbang, I would either have to wait for Sam to return, or find a way to arrange one myself. I didn’t want to wait a week, or possibly longer, to have another gangbang, so I decided that I would have to arrange one myself. At first, I wasn’t sure how to arrange one, knowing I had no way to contact the guys who had gangbanged me before. I was starting to feel disappointed. Then a thought struck me, and it wasn’t one that had occurred to me before, and I wasn’t sure if I liked it. If I couldn’t find guys that I knew to gangbang me, and I wanted a gangbang that badly, then I would have to find guys I didn’t know, complete strangers. I felt weirded out by the idea of a guy I didn’t know fucking me, let alone several, but I quickly rationalized the idea, reminding myself that I hadn’t really known the guys who had fucked me previously, I had only known them through Sam. It wasn’t the most logical of reasoning, but I was starting to feel desperate for a gangbang, and I was willing to use any logic to justify arranging one.

So, one night, after dad had left for work and mom had found her usual solace, waiting at the bottom of a bottle of vodka, I snuck out of the house, dressing way too inappropriately for a twelve-year-old, and looking way too much like an eighteen-year-old. I’d ordered a cab and as I arrived at the corner of our block, it pulled up, and I stepped in, telling the driver to take me to the bar district, an area where, shockingly, several bars and clubs were located.

As the cab pulled up and I stepped out, I wondered whether I was doing something stupid, coming here, dressed in the manner I was, in a dress that accentuated a certain part of me, but I quickly shook away the doubts, reminding myself that if I wanted to get gangbanged, it was either this or wait for at least a week, and I didn’t want to wait any longer, much less for a week or more. I looked around, not really knowing what bar or club to go to, not knowing the area at all, so I walked up one of the streets, keeping my eyes out for a bar that looked like it would be the place to go. I wasn’t sure what such a bar or club would look like, one where its patrons would be the type of people for a gangbang, so I didn’t even know what I was meant to be looking for, but when I saw a bar called ‘The Nights Delights’, I figured that would be as good a bar as any to try.

I wasn’t sure how I’d get into the bar but when I approached and saw nobody on the door, I was both relieved and nervous; relieved that I’d be able to get in and nervous at the fact that my possibly crazed venture was a step closer to actually happening. I entered the bar and immediately realized that I had found the kind of bar I was looking for, although whether that was a good or not was something I still wasn’t sure of. The men in the bar looked tough and mean, at least to me, and they appeared to be older than the guys I had been with before, mostly in their 30s and maybe older than that. The bar itself was in two parts; the main drinking area, with numerous large tables, as well as the bar itself. Towards the back was a wooden partition, that rose from the floor up to about five-and-a-half feet into the air, so you could see into the back area, although I obviously couldn’t, with me being just a shade under five-foot tall. At either end of the partition there was a space of about a foot so that you could walk into the back area, and I did so, if only to see what was back there. There was one large, very thick, very sturdy table in the centre of the area, with stools and seats surrounding it, and it had seating around it for thirty people. To one side of the big table, a few feet away, there was a pool table, and on the opposite side of the back area, there was a pinball machine, and because of the spaces where you walked into the back area, both of these were visible from the main area.

As I was checking out the back area, which was empty, and taking a look at the clock to see the time, 8:43pm, I soon realized that I was being checked out as well, with several pairs of eyes on me, paying very close attention, although I never gave an indication that I had seen this. I took another look in the back area, ostensibly to check it out, but because this was the moment of truth, and I felt my heartbeat start to race as I realized that this could actually be happening after all. I glanced down at my outfit, which was a loose dark blue dress with white trim, that came to just below my knee, and for the first time, I realized how I must be looking to others, to the men in here, and what they must be thinking. It made my heart beat even faster.

I took a moment and then walked over, racked up the table and began to play. I made sure to make the cue ball go to the head of the table as much as possible, because that was the side of the table that the main area could see best, and when I took my shots from that end, I made sure to position myself just far enough away from the table so that when I leant down to take my shoot, my dress really accentuated my ass. It didn’t take long, maybe five minutes, before a couple of guys came into the back area. They looked to be in their 30s, were dressed in jeans and shirts, one of them had short, cropped blonde hair, the other had shoulder length black hair. The blonde one introduced himself as Steve his friend as Warren. Steve asked if I was up for a game, and I said I was, so we racked up the table, and began to play.

After the first few shots, Steve began making small talk, and as things were going amiably enough, I decided to make my moment, and miscued deliberately, though I’d still managed to make the shot. I joked about being a poor player and asked Steve if he could help me with my next shot. Steve came up behind, reaching around to take the cue and help me position my next shot, and as he was doing so Steve kept brushing up against me. Steve apologised but I said that it was OK but as he continued to brush against me, I found myself deliberately pressing myself against him in return; Steve could tell it was deliberate, and started intentionally brushing up against me. After a while of ‘trying to find the right shot’, I stopped and glanced behind me at Steve, and said, “Fuck me; fuck me, now.”

October 19, 2016, 08:28:46 AM
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Offline TheDirtyPrincess

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Steve quickly marched me over to the other table, and I put my forearms down on the table to brace myself. Steve pulled my dress up and furiously tore my panties off, quickly unzipping his jeans and giving my pussy a quick but very hard lick before he grabbed my ass with one hand and then using his other to guide his rock hard cock into my pussy and once the head of his cock was in, Steve took my ass in both hands as he forcefully shoved all of his cock into me as hard as he could. I tensed and began to moan as Steve started to pound my pussy from behind, thrusting himself into me as hard as he could; god, it felt so good and I savoured the feeling Steve’s cock entering into me as he fucked me

As Steve continued to fuck me, I could see Warren was standing in one of the entrances to this part of the bar, alternating between watching me getting fucked, and motioning for people to come in, and as Steve continued to fuck me, hard and fast, I saw a series of guys entering, each of them smirking and laughing when they saw what was going on, most of them leering and enjoying the show.

“We’ve got a real livewire here,” said Steve, in between thrusts, many of the men urging him on, demanding he fuck me hard and give me a real pounding, which he was most certainly doing so. After several minutes of pounding me as hard as he could, Steve pressed into me as he thrust his cock as hard and as far into me as he could, holding tight as he unloaded what felt like a dozen hot spurts of cum into my pussy, and I gasped as each wave of his cum entered me, the realization of what I had done finally dawning on me; I had had sex with a complete stranger and not only that, I had let him cum inside me. I was exhilarated and thrilled and I wanted more. A lot more.

Steve withdrew from me and as I still rested on the table, taking in some deep breaths, I could see Warren coming around behind me, and I heard Warren unzip his jeans before positioning his cock against my pussy, teasing me with it before putting it into me. Warren started to fuck me, hard and fast, just like Steve had done, and just like before, the men were urging Warren on, and yelling for him to fuck me hard and fill me up just like Steve had done. As Warren continued to fuck me, the back area was filling up with spectators and gawkers, people eager to see a pretty young girl getting fucked. Warren pounded me for a few minutes before he pushed into me as far as he could and unloaded his cum into my pussy, and I felt a lot of hot cum filling my pussy before Warren slowly pulled himself out, moaning and breathing heavily.

Warren moved away and Steve picked me up and sat me on the table. Motioning for me to lift up my arms,  I complied as Steve lifted my dress up over my head and dumped it on the floor, before he laid me out on the table, with my head right at the edge of one end of the table. Another man, his hard cock already out of his jeans, climbed up onto the table, and got on top of me, giving me a forceful kiss, which I eagerly gave back, our tongues rubbing against each other, before he reached down, placed his cock against my pussy, and jammed it in, and the stranger, another one, began fucking me, fucking me as hard as he could, and I found myself starting to moan, unable to stop myself.

As this stranger started to fuck me, I looked up from the table to see another cock being held out in front of my face and I opened my mouth so that its owner could shove it in, and I began sucking the cock of a second stranger as the first one continued to fuck me. A third cock was soon shoved in my face and I alternated between them, sucking them in turn, running my tongue over the head of each cock, which had several man shouting out that I’d clearly done this before. How little they knew.

I was so busy sucking on these two cocks that I was caught by surprise when I felt an explosion of cum in my pussy, and I shuddered for a moment before resuming sucking on the cocks. Barely had the cock of the stranger fucking me been pulled out than I felt another hard cock take its place, sliding right in as its owner quickly started fucking me as I continued to suck on the two cocks in my mouth. Soon, these two were unloading into my open mouth, first one and then the other, and I waited for the second to finish depositing his load before I swirled the mass of hot cum around my mouth and swallowed it down, and as soon as I did that, two more cocks were being waved in front of my face, and I again began sucking them in turn.

Over the course of what felt like ages, I found myself facing and feeling a sea of cock. As one stranger finished unloading his cum into my pussy, he pulled himself out and got off the table, his place taken by another stranger, who eagerly got on the table and quickly shoved his cock into me, fucking me as hard as he could. Whilst my pussy was getting pounded, over and over, getting filled over and over with many hot loads of sticky cum, my mouth was getting a good work out as well. I was working on two cocks at a time, sucking a little on one and then the other, going back and forth, teasing them, running my tongue over the head, before their owners held them out so they could deliver a wave of hot, sticky cum into my waiting and eager mouth, and I’d swallow both loads, gulping them down as fast as I could before the next pair of cocks was shoved in my face for me to suck.

I lost count of time, lost count of how much cum had been unloaded into me, into my pussy and my mouth. I was so caught up in the experience, caught up in the thrill of being gangbanged, and I didn’t care. I just wanted to get fucked and I didn’t want it to stop. Yet all good things(!) must end, and after I don’t know how long, I realized that the parade of strangers eager to fuck a willing woman, had slowed down and stopped. I was exhausted and when I sat up, I felt stiff and was aching all over, but it had been worth it. I looked around and saw that this part of the bar was empty, save for Steve, who had remained and, I presumed, watched the whole thing. He had a box of tissues in his hands and was looking at me, and he smiled, shaking his head in near-disbelief before stepping forward and helping me off the table. I almost lost my balance but Steve kept me steady.

Steve handed me the tissues, which I took and began using to wipe up the cum that was dripping down my leg. Steve disappeared for a moment, and as I continued to clean myself up, at least as best I could, I looked up at the clock and I almost gasped when I saw the time; 12:151m. I had been fucked for just over three hours straight. I shook my head again and finished cleaning myself up. Steve reappeared, a cloth and a spray bottle in hand. I was confused for a moment before Steve nodded towards the table. I looked at the table and for the first time realized that there was cum splattered across much of the table, most of it having leaked out of my pussy.

“I guess we both have some cleaning up to do”, I said, almost laughing.

Steve chuckled and nodded his head, before handing me a key and pointing to a door that was on the far side of where the pool table was

“Use the staff restroom to clean up; I don’t figure you want to have to walk out there to the ladies to clean up.”

I looked out to the main area and saw that the staff were cleaning up, the bar having closed, and that anyone outside the bar could see in. As silly as it sounds, now that the gangbang was over, I didn’t exactly feel like being on show for anyone. I grabbed my dress and bra and I went to the ladies room and used the rest of the tissues to clean myself up as best I could, also washing my hands and doing what I could to look at least moderately presentable. I came out of the staff restroom and saw that Steve had done a good job of cleaning up the table.

“I’ll clean it properly in a minute, but lemme call you a cab, first.”

“Thanks; I appreciate it,” I said.

As Steve called for the cab, I sat down and as the adrenaline started to wear off, it was starting to sink in what I had done. I had gone to a bar and I had willingly allowed strangers, how many I don’t know, to fuck me, and I had allowed them to either cum in my pussy or I had eagerly swallowed their cum. I had done something reckless, dangerous, and I had done it willingly. And more than that; I had enjoyed it. I loved getting gangbanged, and the fact that it was by complete strangers, had made it even more exciting.

Steve called from the front to tell me that my cab had arrived, and I went to leave. I smiled at Steve, who smiled back, again shaking his head in disbelief at what I had done. As I left the bar, I thought over my actions. I had wanted to get gangbanged and, not wanting to wait, I had gone out and actually made one happen. I wanted to get gangbanged, I had done, and I loved it. Not only that, I already wanted to do it again. And the last one had barely even finished. I laughed and realized that I was a gangbang kind of girl, and I decided that if I was to have any label, it would be that.

I would be the Gangbang Girl.

The End