Bucket List

the gang bang

Between our trysts, Rose and I would chat about past adventures, and she’d tease me with her own erotic fantasies and ‘bucket-list’ experiences. One day, a few days before our arranged meeting, she sent me a torrid tale describing her previous weekend’s adventure. Later, we read her account together and I coaxed some more details from her, resulting in the account that follows.

Preface

We lay in the hotel sheets, the room aglow with the July morning sun stealing past the edges of the curtains, her head in the crook of my arm and thigh sharing its sleepy warmth with mine. It was Saturday and Rose had flown in last night for a weekend reunion with me on the way to stay with her sister. I extended my neck to kiss her cheek. 'I've been wanting to ask how it went last weekend'. She knew what I meant. We'd enjoyed relating our lives' sexual peaks and talked of yet unfulfilled curiosities during our previous encounters. Then, a couple of weeks ago Rose had messaged me with a tease 'looks as though I might have some excitement doing this weekend'. That was last weekend. I knew that Rose was a member of Kasidie and had dabbled in swinging for years, so I was eager to hear a tale that I just knew would push all my hot buttons. The morning wood arose in anticipation.

'Ok' she said. 'I'll tell you. But it went different from what I'd hoped'.

Here’s what she told me, verbatim, as well as I can remember:

“I heard about the party on Kasidie: there’s an ad for a weekly party that I was aware of but hadn’t really thought about – until I met this single guy that I’d connected with on Kasidie. I’d seen him, alone – which is a rarity for me as I generally don’t connect with single men. So we met, and had sex, and it was good although, when he’d called to ask to see me again, I’d decided to tell him ‘no thank you’. But then he said ‘listen – Gwen, my girlfriend, and I are going to this party if you would like to come along?’ I thought for a moment and then I said ‘do you know what? I’ve always fantasized about that. I would… I would like to, but it’s not the kind of thing I can ever imagine driving by myself to a town about 70 miles to the North, and walking into that by myself.’. But, knowing that, according to him, his girlfriend had been four previous times, so I thought ‘oh, wow, she really likes it; it was a good scene’. And I felt that I’d be safe with a couple: that she likes it; that she’s been there before. So I felt going in - safety. He also said that they were going to get a room at the same hotel so that if, for any reason I didn’t feel comfortable with what was going on, I could just exit the party and go to our room and that would cool. I thought ‘perfect: that’s a great set up and I have a safety net’.

I reached out to the host and they were very specific about contacting me in writing as well as speaking on the phone a couple of times to get an idea of what my background was and why I was interested. What I did not know, and he did not tell me, was that there would be forty men. And I did not know that there would be only four women. So there were many details that I filled in with my imagination based upon my background in swinging. I guess he didn’t share that information because he didn’t want to scare me off because I think, frankly, he was selling tickets to the guys and he needed to get women there. But we did discuss my boundaries: I told him that men must wear condoms to fuck me, and that they were not to ejaculate on my face or in my hair, and everyone must strictly comply with my rules.

So, I agreed to meet the man, I’ll call him Kevin, near where he works on the way north at 5pm on Saturday evening, and then drive in his car to pick her the girlfriend. So, we’re in the car, and he keeps looking at his GPS, and I’m asking questions like ‘how long have you guys been together?’ and some things just weren’t quite adding up – mostly because the route is basically one road north: it’s not rocket science and this guy makes a living teaching jumping out of helicopters. So I’m wondering ‘how often does he come up here?’ It was just kind of weird. Then he says ‘she may be running a little late: she has to take her son to the emergency room’. And I’m thinking: ‘he knew this before I got in his car and he’s waited a half hour to tell me this’. I ask him ‘he she has to go to the emergency room that can take a long time and he says ‘oh, no, it’s not for physical problems, it’s emotional and he’s been there before. It won’t take long.’ Between this, and needing the GPS to get to her house when he professes to be in a loving long-term relationship, a lot of things weren’t adding up for me on the way there.’

I wore this sweet little t-shirt dress that was easy on; easy off. I took no other clothes.

I knew a someone who was going to be there- a single guy that I’d connected with on Kasidie, I’d seen him, alone – a rare thing for me as I generally don’t meet with single guys - we’d met up and had sex one time. It was good although, when he’d called to ask to see me again, I’d decided to tell him ‘No thank you’. But then he said ‘listen - my girlfriend and I are going to this party and would you like to come along?’ I thought, and then I said ‘do you know what? I’ve always fantasized about that. I would… I would like to, but it’s not the kind of thing I can ever imagine driving by myself up to Newport and walking into that by myself’. But, knowing that I was going with him and his girlfriend, who, he told me, had been four previous times

Anyway, we collected the girlfriend after waiting for a babysitter to arrive and drove up to the party hotel. She and I waited in the hotel lobby while Kevin wnet to check in. He returned after a minute and told us ‘They’ve given away the room’, ringing yet another bell, ‘c’mon, let’s just go up to the party’.

When we arrived on the party floor, we were greeted by the host and hostess and entered a 2-bedroom hotel suite, one bedroom on each side of the living room - and forty naked men, not the five to seven that I had imagined. There were to be four women guests, of which I was one.

Now, the way I was taught, from swinging, is that you never, ever, touch someone without asking – either a man or woman – a just because someone’s ass is in the air it doesn’t mean they want to be fucked. But this was to a lifestyle party. When I walked into the room and men immediately started pawing at me – the first man that did that, I literally slapped their hand away from me. But when it became apparent that these were like sharks swimming around and I was the bait, I said to myself ‘Ok, this is not the scene you thought it was going to be, so take control of this and make the best of it. Do as the Romans do and enjoy what you’re going to enjoy’

Over in the corner I heard deep breathing and a deep, deep, cluster of men surrounding it. It looked just like a cluster of bees following the queen! I asked "What's going in over there?" and was quickly told "Oh, that's Monica".

I took a surprised look around and decided to walk into what I thought would be a quieter place - one of the bedrooms. As I did, I was greeted by at least fifteen men who had been surrounding a girl on the bed. Two of them immediately can over, one of whom immediately grabbed my breast and started squeezing it. Another walked over to my side and put his hand under my dress asking if he could pull it up and off. It was the same dress I wore to church last Sunday.

Once naked - for I had no underwear on that night - I walked to the side of the bed and simply lay down upon it next to the other girl thinking, like, ‘service me’. Immediately a similar, but smaller, group of men gathered. There seemed to be leaders in the pack, with a pecking order of stronger guys with more authority (I don’t know how it was established). One man began massaging my breasts. Another started to eat my pussy. It was not what I had imagined at all but, as I enjoy putting on a show and love to watch as well, so I decided then and there I was there to be fucked, numerous times, so I could ‘do as the Romans do’ while there.

After quite a bit three or four, maybe five, of them, the strongest of the pack of guys, lined up to fuck me. And they did. One after the other in succession. Then they watched as I sucked another man to completion, and a couple of the guys jerked themselves off and came over my torso and thighs. Several of the guys thought that they could fuck me without a condom and I was like ‘oh, no, no! Get to the back of the line’ and they were arguing with me! After that, I decided I was finished for a while. Although the rest of the room was disappointed, I got up, in only my heels, and walked into the kitchen for a drink.

Naked but for heels, and cum encrusted my stomach and thighs I stood in the kitchen for a while, enjoying watching Monica’s performance through the galley window into the main room.

A young woman stood to my right, heavily tattooed on her chest and biceps, wearing nothing but inexpensive wedge sandals and a sarong. Her husband was behind her massaging her shoulders and I was became turned on again, intending to make my way to the other bedroom to see what was happening there, until she decided to leave us standing in the kitchen together and walked in strides to participate in servicing the cluster of men across the room. At this point I could hear Monica's moaning but I couldn’t see her. The young woman wove her way into the throng of men before kneeling down in the midst of them, serving one after the other with some of the very deepest oral skills I have ever witnessed. It was truly something to watch the men fascinated and stroking themselves hard and thick as they watched her too. And the faces of the men that I could see, and naked asses thrusting to cum of those I could not, turned me on so completely I had to walk closer to witness the action from a better vantage because I like to watch!

One of the men quickly noticed my presence. Perhaps it was my scent that alerted him of my interest? Perhaps it was by now my involuntary movement of my hands one to stroke my pussy, the other clutched at my breast? I noticed him noticing me - which heated me all the more. He used both of his hands to reach out to me as he turned to take me in fully. One hand on my other breast to lightly pinch my nipple, the other first stroking himself, then reaching round to the back of my neck pulling me towards him in a downward motion. Soon I was on my knees, happily in front of him joining the young lady close to me and I began to suck him into my mouth in tandem with the rhythm she had set. It became for me a contest – if you will. Soon, I heard my man’s moans almost in chorus with Monica’s, which excited me no end. I finished him then chose another to service, then another, becoming wetter and more heated with each one. By now I’d swallowed a great deal of cum, but that was really the point of being there!

Now I noticed that the crowd that had been surrounding Monica was thinning, and I made a calculated decision - I rose from the floor and quickly made the few steps that separated us. I looked her in the eye. She was obviously tired and, to my thinking, she had an older, slightly hardened, former-porn star look to her. She was dressed only in a garter belt and now severely-run black stockings, shoeless, with breasts thrusting out from a black demi-bra, sitting back upon a chair, shoulder-length blonde hair in a tangled mess.

I brushed her hair from her face and gently caressed her cheek and lips. She looked up at me with a look of gratitude in her eyes for the soft feminine attention. Our eyes remained locked – sisters in illicit sexual activities that most would never dare try. With that, I leaned over to her, and holding her face cupped gently between my hands, I kissed her lips slowly and softly. It was as if no one else in the room existed in that moment. For a reason still unknown to me, perhaps reflexively, I found myself kneeling before her and spreading wide her tired legs, kissing them very slowly, and inching ever upwards until I was close enough to inhale her scent and to breathe my breath upon her sex. I began licking her, cat-like, on her lips, stopping occasionally to gently suck and lightly nibble, causing her to shiver. With that, I hovered my mouth above her tiny clit, teasing it with the lightest touch, and my continued my warm breathing until she began to writhe her hips closer to me. She wanted me, and I greedily began to eat. I tasted within her the cum of countless men mixed with her juices - an unusual cocktail, the likes of which I'd never before tasted. I continued this until, quite quickly, she came. Immediately I felt two strong firm hands lifting my hips from behind and I was royally fucked as I bent forward so that I could continue to lick at Monica. It felt so incredibly satisfying. I came and came to cheers and applause from the watching crowd.

The rest of the party wasn’t quite so climatic. I wandered into the other bedroom to check out the action there: it had two doubles rather than the king in the first room and Gwen was busy with a couple of guys on one of them. At this point I was feeling that I was really done, done and been done, for the night. I’m ready to go. But Gwen was still at it and I thought ‘I don’t want to be a party pooper; I should support my host and hostess’; so I engaged with a couple more guys – one fit young guy with a man bun (one of those who had argued with me earlier) and a really heavy guy.

After I’d fucked those guys I thought ‘now I’m done, let’s get out of here’ so I went and found Kevin and told him it was time.. but Gwen wasn’t done. She was still fucking - I swear she must have fucked at least half the guys there – so we waited until she finally had had her fill.

We circled around in the car and finally found some lame hotel, where I had to pull out the sofa bed; they had a king bed and seemed really disappointed because they honestly thought that the three of us would jump into bed together. That was their idea but I was like ‘I’m tired. I’m going to bed’. I slept on the sofa. They fucked for a while. I went to sleep, then woke up… they were fucking. What a cast iron pussy!

In the morning he drove me back to my car at the airport and I drove him. My crazy adventure was over.

In retrospect, I’m glad that I had this experience – and that I could share it with you. But I’d never do it again except within the Lifestyle where you have social engagement and make friends. People you want to see again. At this party there were just nameless bodies: I was a nameless body - who fucked eight or nine guys, sucked off a few more, and ate a pussy. And it was amazing to me that, today in this world, there were people who were disappointed that they had to wear a condom. Didn’t they care for their health? I was invited back again but I said that this really just wasn’t for me - I cannot imagine many people enjoying it. Kevin invited me out again to see him; I said thank you but no.