Johnny and I have been married for two years. We had lived together for over a year when he asked me to marry him. I was so happy when we got married and I have been happy ever since. He's my best friend, as well as being my lover and my husband. I love him very much. A tall girl, like me, doesn't have as many dates as a shorter girl. I almost never wear high heels, because then I'm looking down on half the men I meet. Johnny is a little shorter than I am, but I never cared about that; Johnny doesn't seem to mind.

The nice thing about being with Johnny is we don't need anyone else. I like hanging out with him; I like making love with him; I just enjoy the two of us sharing our lives together. I even take him with me when I go shopping. One day we went shopping for a new bikini. After I modeled a dozen or so, we selected one and headed home. We were about to get on the mall escalator when this good-looking guy accosted us. He seemed to be selling us something. He wasn't exact about what it was. It seemed to be some sort of self-development related to modeling. I am a very attractive woman and have thought about trying to become a model a few times, but I never did anything about it. He was very polite, and only a little insistent, and, of course, we wanted to go home, where we might change and go to the beach. He said he would walk away if we just said 'no'. Johnny said 'no' and he started walking away. I guess I made a bad decision because I asked him to wait. I told Johnny it might be interesting to hear what he had to say.

He followed us to our house and explained that this was a step-by-step process. He would only describe one step at a time. The first step was to model the clothes I was wearing in a runway walk. I knew how to do that: you walk, crossing your feet to make your hips sway back and forth, then you stand with first one hip and then the other pushed forward; then you can turn around and alternate pushing your hips out, enhancing it by looking back over your shoulder. Nothing to it! Then came the second step, which was doing the same thing in my bra and panties. I was a little reluctant but fell for the argument that I wasn't really showing more than I would wearing a bikini. Soon I was modeling nude, followed by playing around with both Mike and my husband. It was basically a step-by-step seduction ending up with Mike fucking me in my own living room, with my loving husband watching.

The worst part was that it was the greatest fucking I had ever had. Then I had to make up with Johnny. I had thoroughly enjoyed the fucking, but I didn't want it to destroy my marriage or even my friendship with Johnny. I managed to make up with him, and he spent the rest of the evening giving me an even better fucking. Apparently, we were both immensely stimulated by what I had done. We would make love and then cuddle and caress each other, and after a while, we would look at each other and go after each other again.

After that, things seem to go back to normal for the next couple of weeks. After a week or so I began to feel like I would enjoy doing the thing with Mike again. Finally, after we went to bed and made love on a Thursday night, I asked Johnny how he would feel about calling Mike.

Mike had left us his business card. Johnny seemed surprised by my question. He paused for a while. Apparently, he thought the thing with Mike was a one-off bit of insanity. It was a little insane, but this was like an ice cream cone, and I wanted a second lick. Mike did have a bigger cock than Johnny, but that was not a big deal. I hoped Johnny knew that I loved him, and besides that, he's my best friend. Finally, he said, "Erica, it won't hurt to call him and see what he has to say. I'll call him tomorrow."

I knew I shouldn't be excited about this, but I was on pins and needles waiting for Johnny to tell me what Mike had said. We had a simple supper of sandwiches and salad.

Sipping our after-supper beers, he told me what Mike had said. "What we did on that Saturday was Level One of a multiple-level process. Level One can't be repeated. If we want to continue, we will have to go to Level Two. He explained that he won't be involved in Level Two, although if we continue, he would likely be involved in some of the higher levels."

"What did he say about Level Two?" I asked, still interested, but disappointed because I would have been happy with a repeat of Level One.

"Level Two is going to a party at which you would be the principal after-dinner entertainment. It would involve six guys and would basically be a gangbang."

"Absolutely not!" I exclaimed. Then I thought, 'Is it really that crude?'. I asked, "Did he say anything else about it?"

"He was specific about the plan for the evening. It would likely be a reunion of a fraternity or team, or something like that. He made it clear that my attendance or participation was optional. At any rate the evening would go something like this: Starting at six, there would be a cocktail hour, followed by a three-course dinner. After the dinner, would come anything goes. He said that he would provide a scanty outfit for you to wear in the early part of the evening. He was specific about what you would have to do in the entertainment portion of the evening. You would have to suck cocks, provide sex on demand, take loads of cum in your mouth and swallow it, and at least in the early part of the evening you might have to suck while you were being fucked. He said the whole thing should be over before midnight."

"I didn't understand if you would be there?" I inquired.

"Are you considering this, Erica?" he asked me.

"I don't think I want to do this, but I want to understand what it is," I explained.

"Mike said that you could go alone, or that I could go with you," Johnny told me. "If I come with you, I could join in the gangbang or merely observe."

"I couldn't even consider doing this unless you were there," I told him. "If I did it, would you do me afterward, but not as part of the gangbang. Would that work for you?"

"So, you are considering it," Johnny remarked. "I still love you, and I'm still your best friend. I would prefer to go with you if you did it, and I would prefer to be the one taking care of you afterward. I'm not real excited about you doing this, but I'll support you either way."

"Johnny, I love you, and I never ever want to hurt you," I told him. "If you're uncomfortable with this, it ends here and now."

"Am I uncomfortable with this?" he pondered out loud. "I'm a little uncomfortable with this, but I think I would be more uncomfortable with denying you something that you really want. You shouldn't do this, unless you are certain you want to do it, but if you want to proceed, I'm on board."

"Oh God, Johnny, I love you so much!" I confessed. "As far as doing this, it has its good points, and bad points. It seems a little exciting, but I don't want to do anything that would harm our relationship."

"Our relationship survived your performance with Mike, and I have no doubt that it will survive this if you decide to go forward," Johnny articulated. "I can't tell how much you want this, so you have to decide."

"I'm not sure how this would go," I said. "Do you think you could find a gangbang movie?"

"I'm not sure how much that would help, but I'm sure there are lots of gangbang movies on the internet," Johnny informed me.

"I just can't get my arms around being with six guys at the same time," I told him. "I don't know whether a movie would turn me on or turn me off."

"I'll get my laptop," he told me, as he went into our office.

We watched several gangbang movies, and they were both exciting and a bit of a turn-off. "I have to think this through," I told Johnny.

"I'll call Mike tomorrow and see if he can give us any more info," Johnny told me.

"Good," I said. "I don't think I can make a decision until we hear back from him."

The next morning, Johnny put Mike on the speakerphone. After we exchanged pleasantries, Mike said, "I don't really have anything to add to the procedure. If you're ready to do this, it would be next Friday night. I've only talked to one of the six guys, and he seemed to be a very nice guy. The group would be racially mixed."

"I've never done a black guy," I admitted.

"The guy I talked to was black, and it appeared that he was not the only black guy in the group," Mike replied. "From what I've heard, black guys aren't that different from white guys or Asians or anyone else. The stories about all black guys having enormous dicks are pretty much urban myths."

"Thanks, Mike!" Johnny told him and hung up.

"What do you think, Johnny," I asked.

"I don't think that what Mike said just now changes anything very much," Johnny replied. "It's still up to you."

"Sometimes you do something because you just want to do it at least once," I explained. "Doing six guys sounds like a lot, but I think I can handle it."

"If that's a yes, I'll call Mike back now," Mike offered.

"I guess it's a 'Yes'," I told him. "I hope it's not a big mistake."

"Me, too," Johnny stated. He proceeded to call Mike and tell him it was a go. Mike and Johnny chatted a few minutes about the details, including attire and location, and that was it. I was committed to my first gangbang.

"He's sending you your costume," Johnny informed me, "although it probably won't get here until sometime Monday."

I was a little curious about the costume, it was on our front porch when we got back from work on Monday. It was scanty, consisting of three matching pink items, A coverup that fell to about six inches below my butt and like the other items, was somewhat translucent, bikini panties, that were little more than a thong, and a silk blouse, that was somewhat tight-fitting, gathered at the waist, and almost long enough to reach my panties.

I worried a little but I had been curious for a long time about gangbangs and I thought that I would like to try it once while I was still young. I loved making love to Johnny, but then I had enjoyed Mike, too. After Mike gave me a thorough fucking, I had enjoyed fucking Johnny even more.

Johnny

I was a little concerned about Erica having a gangbang. It seemed that it was scheduled for a reputable venue, and as long as I was there, I could always call 911 if anything happened beyond Erica and I being able to take care of it. Still, six guys. I was surprised that Erica agreed to it. I had never participated in a gangbang, but I knew both men and women that had participated in them. Some of the women reported being sore in their genitals for a day or two, but none had any serious aftereffects. From the stories I heard, most women have an amazing capability for multiple sexual partners in the same session. My major concern was that she enjoyed herself and didn't have any injuries.

Erica

Friday night finally came, and I was moist with anticipation even before I started my preparations. I was having serious second thoughts. I put my costume on and looked in the mirror. I looked good. But six guys? "Johnny," I asked, "why didn't you tell me not to do this?"

"Look, Erica," he told me. "We didn't sign a contract. You don't have to do this. I'm sure Mike will be angry and so will the six guys who thought you were going to entertain them, but this is your life. I have no idea how this is going to go; however this goes, I am with you one hundred percent. It could be very good for you, or very bad. We haven't met any of the six guys, so we have no idea what they're like."

"Johnny," I told him, "I feel excited; I'm scared; I just don't know what I want to do."

"What made you decide that you would enjoy doing this?" Johnny asked.

"Thinking about taking my clothes off in front of six guys excited me," I told Johnny. Then the thought of making each one of them happy was also exciting. But when I think about what could go wrong, I get very worried. I guess I am afraid I will be forever marked as a whore if I do this."

"I don't think it will change you as much as you think," Johnny told me. "You'll still be able to have a family. I believe that I'll still love you. I don't think it will be a significant physical challenge to you. I think one thing you have to ask yourself is 'Will I enjoy fucking six different guys, while the other guys watch?'"

"The idea of being gangbanged while guys watched excited me at first," I replied. "Now I'm thinking I'll be a slut after this. You might want to call me a slut if I do this."

"I think you'll have to do it a few more times to qualify as a slut," Johnny suggested. "I don't think doing it once makes you a slut. It's if you do it over and over, that would maybe qualify you as a slut."

"Would you like to have a slut as a wife?" I asked Johnny.

"I want you to be my wife, and eventually, the mother of my children," Johnny told me. "Slut is just a word; it's not a nice word, but it's still just a word."

"What if I started wanting to do this every Friday night?" I inquired.

"I don't think that's an issue," Johnny told me. "Mike said you could only do Level Two three times. I can't tell you what to do. I think you've been borderline about this since Mike told us about it. Something made you say you would do it. What changed to make you question your decision?"

"I feel like once I do this, I can never go back," I confessed. "It's the finality. Once I do this, I will always be a woman who freely participated in a gangbang."

"What would you think if one of your friends told you she had just done a gangbang?" Johnny asked me.

"That's interesting," I admitted. "I think I would be more interested in asking her what it was like than throwing stones."

"Two thoughts," Johnny continued. "Your curiosity about what it's like to do a gangbang will be answered, and you can be the one at the party, telling your friends what it's like to be gangbanged."

"Would you be embarrassed if you were at that party and you heard me telling people what my first gangbang was like?" I asked him.

"Good question," Johnny replied. "I sort of think that would be a 'eat your hearts out, guys' moment. If you had dumped me between tonight and the party, I think I would be embarrassed; but if you're still my girl, I think I would be more proud than embarrassed."

"I'm ready to go," I told him. "I can do almost anything so long as you're with me."

We drove to the supper club where the event was to take place, with my head on Johnny's shoulder. I loved Johnny and I hoped doing this wouldn't change our relationship, or if it did, it would be in a good way.

At the club, the greeter guided us to the private room where the gangbang party was to take place. The six guys were already there and happy to see me. They seemed even happier when I took the coverup off and left it on one of the chairs along the wall.

They all stepped forward to meet me. The six participants were generally trim and good-looking guys, except for Juan, one of the two Hispanic guys, who was about 5'6'' and portly. Johnny and I shook hands with each in turn, and then there was a second round of greetings, consisting of each of the six kissing me. Julio, the other Hispanic, was about 5'10" and darkly good-looking. He busied himself preparing glasses of wine for Johnny and me.

The African guys were all my height or more, and well-built. Both Albert and Big Al were quite dark-skinned. Albert was our host, wore glasses, was built like Johnny, although a little larger, and seemed quite congenial. Big Al was at least 6'3" and seemed to be quite muscular. The six had been high school teammates in both basketball and football. Big Al was the tight end in football and the center in basketball. Albert was the quarterback and point guard. Apparently, a less portly Juan had been the shooting guard and a wide receiver. Julio was the small forward and the fullback. Mason and Gerard were both light-skinned Africans and I had trouble not confusing them. They were both a little over six feet. Gerard played power forward and a tackle position. Mason had also played tackle, and was the sixth man on the basketball team, backing up the center and the two forwards. The six were split up during spring sports with some doing track and field and others playing softball or baseball.

I was a little ashamed of myself because I was already damp and wanting to find out what pleasures these guys had hidden in their pants. I could never tell Johnny how much I already lusted for these guys, and we hadn't even had the first course of the dinner. I wanted to be naked in front of them. I wanted to be fucked and fucked and fucked. I no longer had any fear of the gangbang. I was looking forward to having my brains fucked out. I managed to not touch myself, but I was sure that my costume bottom was soaked.

Albert had engaged Johnny in a spirited conversation, while Mason, Gerard, and Juan were also having an animated conversation. That left Big Al and Julio to entertain me.

They were asking me a lot of questions, but both seemed more interested in my body than my answers. They seemed to have international body parts, most notably Roman hands and Russian fingers. I wondered how long my meager attire would stay on my body. Julio had his hands inside my bikini bottom fondling my butt while my front was exposed by Big Al's under my blouse attack on my boobs. I would have complained or resisted if it hadn't felt so good. My only concern was that I would spill my drink due to the earnestness of their violations. Soon, Big Al was exploring my mouth with his tongue, while Julio pulled my bikini panties down below my buttocks. The combination of Big Al's tongue and Julio's assault on my perineum was driving me wild with passion. I hoped Johnny was watching me act like a bitch in heat. I wanted them to treat me like a piece of meat.

Albert came over and explained to Big Al and Julio that they shouldn't go too far before dinner, as it would be over an hour before the main event. Once Big Al and Julio were no longer disturbing my attire, Albert decided to kiss me. He was a very good kisser, as was Big Al. Then, Julio stepped in to show me that he was an even better kisser than the other two. Albert again advised the other two to not get me so wound up that I couldn't enjoy my dinner. Mixed in with my lust were a few hunger pangs. I finally got the opportunity to drink some wine.

I noticed that Johnny was now engaged in conversation with Big Al and Julio. Albert was interrupted by one of the wait staff, but Juan, Mason, and Gerard, all engaged me. It wasn't long until Juan had pulled my bikini panties down far enough to be able to lick my buttocks, while Mason and Gerard had tucked my blouse above my boobs giving them complete access to suck my nipples and lick my boobs in general. Gerard had also put two fingers on my clit, which was greatly increasing my arousal. I managed to sit my drink down on the dining table. Albert came over to tell them to back off but noting my panting and glazed eyes, decided to go elsewhere. I was pretty far gone, moaning in a low voice between my frequent pantings. This was going to be embarrassing but my arousal was too advanced for anything other than enjoying the conclusion. My hips bucked as I felt my first orgasm overcome everything else. My three immediate admirers certainly knew what had just happened to me, but I hoped the others weren't aware, particularly my darling Johnny. He didn't need to know what a lecherous slut I had suddenly become.

"I have to sit down," I told the three, pulling my costume bottom up, pulling my top down, and grabbing my drink from the table I had placed it on. By the time I reached my desired love seat, all three guys were sitting there. I wanted to enjoy the afterglow and sip some wine, but it was not to be. I set my wine down on a nearby end table and sat in Juan's lap, as he was sitting in the middle. Albert came over and tried to converse with me. I tried to be polite and interact with him, but it was difficult with Juan's hands in my bikini-cut bottom, and Mason and Gerard, each sucking on one of my nipples.

"How good is your relationship with Johnny?" Albert asked.

"I love him, he loves me, and we're best buds," I managed to get out. The assaulting threesome were taking my arousal level higher and higher. I was too far gone to resist or complain.

"He doesn't mind you fucking around?" Albert inquired.

"He hasn't complained yet?" I eked out. I was very close. Juan had pulled my bottom down to mid-thigh. I convulsed in another delightful climax. While I was spasming, Juan pulled my bottom down below my knees, and Gerard helpfully took them all the way to the floor. He and Mason each lifted a foot, and I was totally bottomless. It was already clear that this would be a dinner like no other. I was hoping to enjoy a good dinner before my fuckathon began, but my carnal desire was trumping my hunger for food.

"How often do you and Johnny have sex?" Albert continued, as my three attackers continued to assault my most sensitive areas. Mason and Gerard began using their hands to play with my nipples, while taking turns deep kissing me. I knew I was going over the top soon.

"Usually twice on weekdays," I managed, even though I wanted to savor the sensuousness of what my three assaulters were doing to me. "but three times on weekends," I finally managed. I could tell I was getting close. "Don't stop!" I huskily whispered. They didn't, and again my whole body was shaking in the erotic joy of orgasm.

My assault paused for me to savor the afterglow of love for a few moments, and Albert was called away. "Everyone, take your places," Albert called out. I found my bikini bottom, and thought about putting them on, but then thought that would be a wasted effort. My coverup had two large pockets. I put my panties in the opposite pocket from my cell phone. I let Albert guide me to my place. I was very excited to be sitting at the table with the only covering on my bottom being the tablecloth. The back of the chair hid my butt crack. Imagine sitting bottomless at a dinner table with seven guys. I was not only behaving like a wanton slut, but thoroughly enjoying it.

Johnny was seated across the table from me. Albert told me that I would have different immediate companions for each course. For the salad course, I would have him and Big Al. While the wait staff began serving our salads, Big Al was exploring the possibilities. He discovered that I was now bottomless and further found out that with his Big Al palm on my butt his middle finger could reach my perineum. It was clear that the salad course would be a continuation of the cocktail hour as Albert played with my bare clitoris and labia. Somehow, I knew I would find little mercy this night. My anticipation was rising faster than at any time since I joined this party. I convulsed with the sweet eroticism of climax. I was still having after spasms when the pair began another assault. "Eat your salad, guys!" I said, hopelessly. To my surprise they did what I told them. I would be able to savor this afterglow, as I nibbled on my salad.

Feeling warmth throughout my body, I sipped my wine and even managed to pick at my salad. I nibbled at a dinner roll. I was anticipating a wonderful evening of enjoying my private stock of six cocks. How horrible I was! Was I becoming a slut, a slave of my own sensuous desires, controlled by my lust. I must stop thinking these thoughts and concentrate on the feelings of the moment which I expected to be extremely pleasant over the next few hours.

I finished most of my salad, and about half of my dinner roll, plus managing a few sips of wine, before Albert and big Al began another assault on my most sensitive places. Big Al showed that he knew what he was doing, as he violated my clit from the front, and pushing his big hand underneath me, so that he could push two of his Big Al fingers into my pussy, where they quickly became very busy with driving me out of my mind. Almost as an afterthought, Albert kissed me, and idly pressed my right nipple between two fingers. My brief salad-eating break had only minimally cooled me off as the assault on four of my most sensitive parts was driving me wild. I pushed myself against Big Al's fingers in my pussy and on my love button. It was only a matter of continuing their attack for a few minutes more, and I was shaking in my biggest orgasm of the evening.

I didn't understand it, it seemed that each time I came, I came quicker, and it lasted longer than the one before. I was becoming a little concerned that I might die from too much erotic pleasure. Then I decided that if I was going to go, that would be the best way. Meanwhile, Albert had pulled my naked leg up to where my foot was on my chair so that he could reach my pussy with the fingers of his right hand, and massage by love button with the fingers of his left hand. At the same time, he was exploring my mouth with his tongue. Big Al was the only one I had ever known whose hands were big enough to completely enclose one of my boobs by itself. He used this capability to push and pull my breasts while squeezing them, and occasionally stealing a kiss between Albert's lip massages. I couldn't resist, it would have been useless to try. I began groaning with the intensity of my passion, "Oh-h! Oh-h! Oh-h!" and then a throaty "Ah-h-h-h-h!" as I came with an intense but lengthy climax.

It was good timing as Albert announced the serving of the Entrée Course. With this came new dinner companions, Mason and Gerard. I knew better than to expect mercy from this pair, they started off with alternating deep kisses, but were interrupted by the wait staff serving our entrée plates. Fresh dinner rolls, and small baked potato plates, complemented the steaks, and small portions of corn and peas on the main plates. Mine was a medium filet mignon. How did they know? I looked across the table and Albert pointed at my Johnny. So, while I was otherwise occupied, probably with Big Al and Julio, my darling had ordered me a steak, just the way I like it. It was never far from my mind, that much as I was looking forward to a thorough fucking by six almost strangers, Johnny was the man I loved then and always. I didn't mind Johnny being on the other side of the table. I thought it was better not to interact with him when I was as full of lust for others as I was.

Even my immediate companions seemed mesmerized by their steaks. It looked like I might have a few moments of peace before the sensuous storm ahead of me. My steak was fantastic; the baked potato was perfect; the bread, corn, and peas complemented excellently. I temporarily exchanged carnal desires for gustatory as I lost myself in medium steak, baked potato, hot bread, and the extras. It seemed that the other members of the party were similarly engaged for the next fifteen or twenty minutes.

I didn't finish my steak, because Julio and Big Al had finished theirs and wanted to resume our pre-steak games. They wasted no time. Julio held my arms while Big Al pulled the front of my blouse over my head making my front naked from my toes to my hair. Big Al held my legs apart while tonguing my pussy and clit. Julio occupied his hands by squeezing my boobs and used his tongue to explore my mouth. The sum of their efforts was raising my erotic excitement index through the roof. I was grabbing air every chance I got but Julio's tongue in my mouth was making it hard. Realizing my difficulty, he began licking my face and neck. That allowed me to pant more frequently and moan but did very little to slow my rising arousal. Exposing my boobs in this manner had the attention of everyone at the table, including Johnny. All I could do was pucker my lips at him and hope that he understood that it was shorthand for 'I love you', and at the same time hope he couldn't see how much I was enjoying what Big Al and Julio were doing to me. Julio's tongue was almost as intensely stimulating as Big Al's fingers. And then my body gave in with an explosive orgasm, my lower body shaking with erotic exhilaration.

I was being such a bad girl; I didn't know these guys and I didn't care. My rock was Johnny. I had to remember I could only go as far as Johnny would go with me. Big Al and Julio traded places, that is the areas of my body they were working on . Even I didn't know I was such a slut, nor how much I enjoyed being this way. As Julio went to work downtown, and Big Al went to work on my upstairs, I became aware that Big Al was the best in both ways. His kisses were simply overpowering, and I loved what he could do to my boobs with his hands. Julio was very good, just not as good as Big Al. Also, the Big Al tongue was the largest I had ever seen, an advantage downtown as well as upstairs. For the nth time tonight, I was losing my rationality to my lust. The sensations racking my body emanating from my pussy, my clit, my boobs, and my mouth were delicious, and so powerful that I could think of nothing but getting more of the same. It was only a few minutes until I was exploding again as I had my most intense climax yet.

While discussing if they should trade again, Albert announced the Dessert Course, and Big Al and Julio had to give way to Albert and Juan. As Big Al and Julio left, I asked them to put my blouse back as it was effectively immobilizing my arms as well as greatly hindering my ability to eat dessert or drink wine. They did as I asked, and I was able to sneak a few sips of wine while Juan and Albert were replacing them. Juan and Albert must have discussed their tactics before, as Juan immediately crouched between my legs effectively hiding him under the table, while Albert, who had removed his glasses, began kissing me and massaging my boobs. Albert was satisfied with reaching under my blouse to massage my boobs and squeeze my nipples. Juan's charge was to hold my buttocks while he licked and sucked my pubis. Together, Albert and Juan just weren't as effective as Julio and Big Al. I was excited but not close yet, when Al announced that dessert would now be served. I was concerned that we wouldn't be finished by the time dessert was served.

Sure enough, we weren't. They served Albert and I without comment even though we were kissing. Gerard told them that Juan must have gone to the restroom, so they served Juan's empty chair. After the interruption, Juan and Albert continued their work. This time I got off pretty easily, I guess we were all more relaxed after the wait staff left for the evening, since they wouldn't be collecting the dirty cheesecake plates until morning.

Albert and Juan and I were the last to start eating our cheesecake; everyone was watching us expectantly. We didn't finish our cheesecakes. According to Albert's schedule, he was first in line to fuck me.

Johnny

I wasn't interacting much with Erica. During dinner, I was seated opposite her. I was becoming more and more confident that she was going to do all right when the gangbang started. I had seen her cum repeatedly during the cocktail and dinner hours. I was confident that she would handle the gangbang in such a way that we could both be proud.

Erica

Albert was the first in my gangbang train. He wasted no time in pulling my costume top off and bending me over the table. I was so ready to be banged, I wasn't that concerned with who was banging me. Albert quickly stripped and plugged in from the rear. He started a steady stroking with his cock sliding back and forth in my love canal. A few of the guys were gathering up the dessert plates and silverware and putting them in the bin left by the wait staff; then they folded over the tablecloth twice to form a sort of a mat in the middle of the table. By that time, Albert's steady strokes were taking me over the top, and my whole body shook with my first penis-in-vagina orgasm.

Juan helped me get up onto the table, and Albert guided me to a prone position on my back. He lifted my butt with his hands, so he could pound me from a kneeling position. This was a new take on the missionary position for me and I liked it. I liked it a lot, and it was only a few minutes until I was shouting out my erotic joy as I climaxed with bucking hips.

Albert rolled me over onto my hands and knees and slid his cock into my pussy. I was enjoying Albert's joystick much more than I had anticipated as I moaned and groaned my rising arousal. I was dimly aware that I had the attention of all the attendees. I hoped they were enjoying the show, as again, Albert's steady stroking took me on a flight of ecstasy with my body convulsing in orgasm.

He pushed me down flat on my tablecloth mat and began pounding my butt while pulling my shoulders back to force me to arch my back., I was panting and groaning out my pleasure, as I could hear him panting behind me on each delicious stroke. Oh God! It was good! The joy from the delicious sliding of his cock in and out of my pussy was almost overwhelming. In only a few minutes, I was crying ,"Ah-h-h-h" as my body trembled with the delights of climax.

He pulled my head back and stuck his tongue in my mouth. I showed my gratitude by sucking on it. He released my head and resumed the wonderful stroking with his rod. He pushed his hands under my torso so that he could squeeze my nipples as his cock slid back and forth in my love canal. I lost all resistance as I felt the first splash of semen in my vagina, and tremors coursed through my body with the sensuous delight of a multi-spasm orgasm.

Johnny

The only floor show was Erica getting her brains fucked out. She seemed to be in pussy heaven. These guys seemed to have been star athletes in high school and so were probably more experienced than most guys. Erica sure seemed to be enjoying herself. I lost track of how many orgasms she had with her first partner, but it was many.

Erica

I had finished my first fucking of my first gangbang, and I was thinking to myself, 'How long has this been going on?' Juan was crouched on the table, ready to take care of business as soon as Albert slowly pulled his not quite so hard manhood from my vagina. I even enjoyed his last touch of my labia.

Juan clearly wanted some cowgirl action as he lay down beside me. I had been a little concerned that he would have a wee-wee instead of a cock, but I was wrong. Although his cock was only about six inches long, long enough, but the diameter of his pleasure organ was amazing. This would be a stretch for me. I crouched over him and masturbated with his cock to be sure I was ready for Mr. Thick Dick. It was a little tight but that did not diminish my immense enjoyment as I slowly impaled myself. It felt so good, and I was so ready for more. I began to slowly lift and lower myself on his cock. It was all good as I increased the tempo of my strokes. My senses were heightened by knowing that six guys were watching me fuck Juan. I made eye contact with Johnny and smiled at him, but my concentration was becoming more focused on what was happening downtown. The stretching of my pussy was just enough to create some very erotic friction as his cock slid in and out of my pussy. Somehow watching his cock go deep and then be re-exposed on each stroke was very exciting. I heard myself crying out, "Oh! Oh! Ah-h-h-h! as once again I went over the top into blissful oblivion as I came again, shaking with several delightful spasms of climactic joy.

"Oh, Juan!" I whispered as I began thrusting my pelvis forward and back, forcing his love organ in and out of my soaking-wet pussy. I wanted these sensations to go on forever, but it was only a few minutes until my hips were again buckling with the joy of another orgasm.

I knew I was putting on quite a show for my spectators and I reveled in it. 'What a slut of a wife I am' I thought, and I turned around without dislodging Juan's manhood. Again, I made eye contact with Johnny. I winked at him and turned my attention back to Juan's cock. I began lifting myself and falling back onto his rod, as I watched some of my spectators watch me fall deeper and deeper into a sensual paradise. Soon, my senses were being overwhelmed as I each stroke took my excitement higher and higher and then, "Oh! Oh! Oh! Ah-h-h-h!", as I collapsed forward with another body-shaking climax.

Juan helped me off and gently laid me on my back. He penetrated me and began a sequence of rapid, short strokes. He soon had me moaning and groaning as my arousal grew and grew and then I felt a series of mini explosions of semen against my pussy walls. I joined him in another pulsating orgasm. As his last spurts of semen splashed inside me, I told him, "Oh, Juan, that was very good!"

"Si, Erica, I enjoyed it, too!" he replied. He slowly pulled out and gave me a slow, deep kiss.

"Sorry to fuck and run," he blurted out, "but I need to leave!" Gerard climbed onto the table next. Juan clambered off the table and began to quickly dress. Gerard gave me a slow-deep kiss, and then began to finger me, which I was enjoying. Albert appeared to want to say something, but I was becoming more and more engrossed with Gerard's downtown activity. Soon he had me ready for more action.

Gerard plugged into me in the missionary position and then lifted my hips to get a better angle of attack. He was already making me feel very good with strong, well-timed stroking. I held his neck in my hands, but he didn't seem interested in kissing me. That was okay, as his thrusts in and out of my pussy were giving me as much pleasure as I could stand. "Very good!" I whispered to him, as my arousal rose higher and higher. I just felt so good. Again, I whispered to him, "Don't Stop!" He gave a funny little smile and continued stroking me. I was panting and moaning now. "More! More!" I whispered to him. He gave me more as my hips bucked in the joy of a wonderful climax.

He paused and then rolled me over into the doggy position. He penetrated me and began pouning my buttocks. I wanted more of this action. "Fuck! Fuck!" I cried out, "Fuck me more! I want more!" A hard cock and a hard body can play havoc with a woman's composure, and Gerard had both in ample supply. "Oh! Oh!" I cried out, and then "Ah-h-h-h-h!" as I enjoyed an intense orgasm.

Gerard pulled me up into the kneeling prison guard position. Again, he banged his pubic area against my hips with his joystick increasing my passion on each stroke. Soon I had reached the point of no return, and just as I was thinking that it couldn't get any better than this, I felt his semen spurting against my vaginal walls, and my body quivered in a fifteen or twenty second massive climax.

As my spasms diminished, he turned me around and kissed me. "That was really good," he told me. He yielded his position to Mason. I estimated that Mason was a little larger than Johnny and a little smaller than Gerard. I also knew the old saying, 'It's not what he's got that counts, but how he uses it.' It was true with Johnny and Juan and I hoped it would be true with Mason.

Mason got off to a good start by kissing me deeply while playing with my most sensitive part. I can't speak for all women but for me, a soft kiss and a thorough fondling of my clit and labia are the best way to get my motor running. I grabbed his cock, which appeared to be ready. The best way to get most guys' motors running is to kiss them and grab their business, which is very easy to do when both of you are nude. After another deep kiss and more manual manipulations of our most sensitive parts, we were both ready for penetration.

Mason seemed to think my height was an advantage. For our first position, we started facing each other. He lifted my right leg by grasping my thigh near my knee and guided his organ of joy into my love canal. It made me feel so good. He braced himself by grasping my right buttock with his left hand. He began to increase the tempo of his strokes and each thrust added to my rising arousal. How could a simple seven-inch cylinder of flesh lead to such joy. I tried to press against him and possibly procure another quarter inch of delightful penetration. My arousal kept rising              and soon I was enjoying the fruits of passion with a multi-convulsion orgasm. Oh God, it felt good. Especially from my boobs to my groin.

I wanted to wiggle my butt with pleasure, but Mason was turning me around and pushing my upper body forward to make penetration easier. "Fuck me good!" I whispered to Mason, as I felt erotic delight from his pushing his cock deeper and deeper inside me. Each stroke was heavenly as he filled my love canal with his cock and then withdrew it over and over, pushing my arousal higher and higher, and then "Ah-h-h-h-h!" as my hips bucked with the pure joy of climax.

He released one arm and turned my face enough toward his for a deep kiss, and this time he began pounding me, while holding me by my boobs. It was an erotic sensation that was taking me higher and higher. And when I thought I was reaching the limits of pent-up passion, I exploded with orgasmic convulsion after orgasmic convulsion, enhanced by semen showers in my love canal. In a low voice, I exclaimed, "Oh, fuck, that was good!"

"It was my pleasure," Mason replied, as he slowly withdrew, making way for an eagerly waiting Julio. My eyes caught Johnny's eyes and I gave him a high sign to indicate I was during alright. Very all right! Now my attention turned to Julio. Earlier in the evening, when Julio was pouring a glass of wine for me, our eyes had met in what I thought was an indication of passion to come; now I would find out if I had read him right. Julio held my right boob in his right hand, and stuck two fingers of his left hand in my pussy.

Albert stepped into my field of vision, explaining something to me. With part of my attention, I listened to Juan's story from Albert's lips. It seems that Juan had married his pregnant high school sweetheart, Roni, on their high school graduation day. The first five years of their marriage, she was pregnant most of the time with one of their five children. Albert paused the narrative while I was experiencing a body-shaking climax, and then while Julio was directing me to sit on his face.

As Julio began to take my level of arousal higher and higher, Albert explained that after five years and five children, Roni wanted to have her tubes tied. Juan was only willing to have her go on birth control for a while. While this was going on, Roni wanted to have their mattress upgraded. It wasn't worn out, but it was their first mattress and the cheapest one that they could find. Again, Julio's tonguing of my clit and labia was taking my erotic excitement to my limits. The first mattress they bought was unsatisfactory, so they went back to the salesman. He was very obliging and arranged for delivery of a new mattress and pick up of the old. Albert paused as I went over the top and experienced a body-shaking orgasm. Julio sat up and started explaining our next position. I asked him to wait until Albert finished his story. Julio said okay but gave Albert a dirty look.

"Sorry," Albert apologized, "I'm almost at the end." He then explained that the overly solicitous mattress salesman had apparently come by Juan and Roni's house several times to make sure that the mattress was satisfactory. The salesman's service seems to have also included trying the mattress out with Roni.

Juan came home one day to find the salesman's car and a rental trailer parked in front of his house. When he opened his front door, both Roni and the mattress salesman came out. The salesman made a beeline for his car, while Roni briefly explained that she was leaving with most of her 'stuff'. She then left and Roni, salesman's car, and rental trailer quickly disappeared from Juan's sight. Juan was left with having to start paying two to three thousand dollars a month in childcare, in addition to continuing his house payments, car payments, and mattress payments. Juan was the oldest of ten or eleven children. His sisters in high school occasionally helped him out with babysitting during the week, while his mother was able to help sometimes on the weekends.

Juan had left early so that his mother wouldn't have to be out too late. Because of his constant cash flow problems, the other guys had kicked in with Juan's share of the evening's cost. "That's the sad story of our friend, Juan," Albert concluded. "Sorry about the interruption."

"That is a very sad story," I agreed. Then I turned around and kissed Julio to show that I hadn't forgotten him. We were both kneeling as he returned my deep kiss with an even longer one, as he pushed two fingers past my labia and started working my pussy again. It didn't take long for my arousal to become higher and higher as the steady fingering continued, along with intermittent deep kisses. I was responding by becoming higher and higher until I had to express my enjoyment by crying out, "Oh, Oh, Oh, Julio!" and then "Ah-h-h-h," as my body exploded with another convulsive orgasm.

Julio directed me to raise one knee so that I was supported by a knee and a foot, partially opening up my vagina. He approached me on the same knee and foot and gave me the most delicious incursion with his large cock. I moaned with my rising excitement as he took it all the way until his head touched my cervix. He had filled me up in the most delightful way. Almost from the first stroke, I felt like I was about to come, as he seemed to be testing my limits with his length and breadth. This was the best sensory overload yet. I was panting and moaning, almost from the first stroke. This was a completely new position to me, but I knew I would be wanting to do it again, as I felt like my excitement was taking me through the roof, or at least beyond my prior limits. Each stroke was an erotic wonder, they felt so very good. "Oh, Julio," I cried out. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me harder!" and then I could only groan, "Ah-h-h-h! Ah-h-h-h! Ah-h-h-h! Ah-h-h-h!" once each time I spasmed in a lengthy climax.             

Julio directed me to support myself with both knees as he grasped my arms and began banging me from the rear. It seemed that I was like a rag doll in the grasp of his strong hands as each stroke shook my body. How was it that my fucking just kept getting better and better. I felt incredible as my erotic excitement rose higher and higher. I wanted this feeling to last forever; the sensations in my vagina were beyond words as he filled me up and then pulled back a few delightful inches and then thrust in until he touched my cervix. Julio was very good. Perhaps as good as Mike had been. I wondered if a woman could have too much pleasure. I wanted to explore that, but today it seemed I was only going to go so far, because his increasing strokes were taking me higher and higher. And when I felt like it couldn't get any better as I felt the sweet release of a multi-convulsion orgasm.

Next he flattened me out face down on the folded tablecloth mat and stuck his rod of feminine joy into my soaked pussy from my rear. It was too much erotic excitement for me to endure silently, "Oh, Julio!" I exclaimed. "It's so good! Oh, Julio, fuck me good! Oh, you fuck me good, Julio! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh, God!" I felt spurts of his semen inside me. As I started to follow him into another erotic climax, I cried out, "Julio! Your cock! So good!"

As I slowly regained my composure, I got up on my hands and knees. I could tell that Big Al was ready and waiting. I mouthed, "Love you!" to my patient Johnny.

Big Al was the only guy that was significantly taller than me. As I moved to a sitting position, I was surprised by the size of his cock. It was at least ten inches and proportionate in diameter. I didn't know if I could handle that much, especially this late in the day. However, I had signed up for this and I felt I should do my best.

"How are you doing, Erica?" he asked.

"I'm a little tired," I admitted, "but feeling great!"

"I'll take it easy on you," he assured me. "I've been looking forward to this all night!"

He grasped my buttocks and pulled me up to my tiptoes, high enough to do some deep kissing. A few minutes of that and I was ready for anything. He lowered me back to my feet and turned me around so that he could kick the back of my neck and massage one boob while he fingered my pussy. Quickly I began to alternate panting and moaning. It wouldn't take much of this to send me over the top. A couple of minutes, and I was crying out, "Oh, God, Al! It's so good! Don't stop, Al!" He didn't stop and my moans turned to groans, "Oh, Al" "Fuck me!" "Oh, fuck me!" "Fuck me good!" "Fuck me, Al" "It's good!" "Oh, fuck!" "It's good!" "It's good!" "Oh, Oh, Oh!" and then "Ah-h-h-h-h!" as I came.

Big Al laid down on our tablecloth mat with that huge cock at full mast. I wasn't sure how much I could do, but I was willing to try. His diameter was enough to stretch me a little, but that just excited me more. When the head of the monster touched my cervix, I began to moan and to thrust up and down. He had an interesting smile on his face as I continued to alternate impaling myself and then lifting off.

"Like that, do you?" he asked.

"Oh yes," I replied between pants and moans, "I like it."

His cock did feel good as it filled me up, touching my cervix and then came partway out with the upward portion of my stroke. This was pussy heaven as pure pleasure seemed to be emanating from my groin. It was just getting better and better. "Oh, Al!" I cried out. "It's so good!"

"Do you like my cock?" He inquired.

"No," I informed him, "I love it."

"We aim to please," he replied.

I didn't care what he said, I began to believe he was going to be the fuck of my life. It just felt so good to be riding up and down on it. Before tonight, I hadn't known cocks this big existed. I remembered, 'It's not how big you are, but how you use it that counts;' but was there a corollary for 'if you're huge and you know how to use it?' I wasn't worried about the answer to that as long as I was able to keep riding his magnificent organ and continue feeling better and better on each wonderful stroke. I knew this lovely feeling would only last until I came, but maybe if I was a good girl I could have seconds and thirds, or maybe even more. 'Ohmigod, did it ever feel good and then I felt the pure bliss of a huge orgasm.

"Let's do it again!" Big Al suggested. After I had regained some of my composure, I began to thrust my hips back and forth. This was even better than the up and down. I increased the tempo knowing full well that I would soon be enjoying coming again. My pussy felt so good that I wanted this to never end. As I continued my forward and back motion, it was driving me closer and closer to the max, and then it happened my hips buckled, and my boobs sang with the ecstasy of climax. 'Was this good or what?'

"Al," I finally said, "That was great!"

"Glad you enjoyed yourself," he replied. "Now, turn around and do it again!"

I was more than happy to follow his directive. I carefully turned my self around, being careful to continue the good feeling as the walls of my pussy slid around his wonderful orgasm rod."

"Oh, Al, this feels so good," I told him.

I began to lift myself onto and off of his rod of passion. I couldn't believe how good it felt from my tits to my bottom, this feeling is what I liked; no, it was what I loved. I began groaning between pants, "Oh! Oh! Oh, Al! Oh! So good! Oh! Oh! It's so good." I couldn't take much more of these intense feelings. I cried out, "Ah-h-h-h-h" as I came and my body involuntarily shuddered.

"Hands and knees," was Big Al's next command.

I wasn't sure if I could handle his monster cock in such a position. I did as I was told and was rewarded when a huge cock began to penetrate me from the rear. "Oh, God, Al!" I asked, "have I died and gone to heaven?"

"I'm not sure," he replied, "I thought it was me who had died and gone to heaven!"

By this time, I was moaning and groaning like tomorrow would never come, as he penetrated my poor pussy all the way to my cervix, and then withdrew a lot of his colossal organ. I couldn't believe it was so easy for him to convert me to only a receiver of sensuous pleasures. It felt good to be filled with his monster, but then it also felt very good when he slid it in and out of my love canal. Although I was feeling erotic pleasure in other parts of my body, my main area of concentration was with what he was doing to my vagina. All I wanted was to continue feeling this intense joy. Each time he touched my cervix he paused, at a very pleasant junction, but then I would want to feel the easy friction of his cock withdrawing. Each time he would follow that with the intense sensations of him filling me up again. If I felt any more delight, I might die from it, but what a way to go. I groaned with each spasm of a huge body-shaking orgasm.

I collapsed to a face-down prone position. He pushed my legs together with his, as he straddled me. I was a little worried whether I could handle the monster in this position, but the only effect seemed to be an increase in intensity as he pushed himself deeper and deeper into me inch by wonderful inch. My only complaint was that his progress didn't seem to be keeping up with the increase of my passion. I just wanted him to get on with giving me the fucking of my life. He reached my cervix and paused, I was panting and moaning with suppressed desire, and I was about to complain about his torture of me, when he quickly pulled out about half-way and then rammed me hard and fast. My hips bucked in orgasm.

I only spasmed once, as he repeated the quick withdrawal and fierce ramming and again I had a one-spasm orgasm. I was completely enslaved to a routine of maximum air intake on his withdrawal and then groaning with the joy of another one-spasm orgasm as he rammed forward all the way to the end of my vagina. Each cycle was unending delight as he filled my pussy triggering a nice climax and then the delight of him sliding out, coupled with the anticipation of another ramming and consequent orgasm.

I don't think the clock time was much more than twenty minutes, but after the first thirty or so orgasms, I was beginning to strain. After a few more my intense erotic joy was beginning to yield to exhaustion; finally, I cried out, "Mercy, Al!" and then, "I can't take any more pleasure!". A few more rammings, and then I felt a pulsating, almost pounding shower of semen. His cock vibrated inside me. This was ecstasy, I didn't know if it was a long orgasm, or several small ones, but it literally took my breath away. Tremors ran through my body as I thought 'this is the best ever!'

Big Al slowly pulled the not quite so monstrous monster out of me. Even that felt good. I felt like I didn't want to ever move again. Big Al stood up and looked down at me. After a few minutes I had regained some semblance of composure and normal breathing, and I began to struggle to get up. Big Al helped me to my feet. He led me to the edge of the table and stepped off, first onto a chair and then to the floor. Johnny and Albert helped me down and guided me to the bar and a well-deserved glass of wine. Big Al was seated near the wall. He seemed to be playing with his cellphone. Perhaps, if not as tired as I, he was feeling the effects of his recent exertions. The remaining party goers were huddled around Albert. I was leaning against my darling Johnny. Albert was apparently giving us an update on where we were.

"You've done everything that was promised, "Albert explained, looking at me. "However, we still have the room for over an hour. So, there may be some interest in a second round."

Johnny interjected, "I think she's had enough for tonight! Like you said, 'she's done everything that was promised'."

"Let's at least see if there's any interest," Albert replied.

Gerard spoke first, "My wife's waiting for me, so I think I'm going to call it a night. This has been a wonderful night with special thanks to Albert and Erica."

Mason added, "That goes for me, too!"

Julio spoke up, "I would never turn down an opportunity to make love to someone as wonderful as Erica!" We exchanged a smile.

Albert told us, "I have a girlfriend waiting for me, so I think I'm going to join Mason and Gerard in saying, 'Good night'. What about you, Al?"

Big Al looked up from his cellular business, and called out, "I'm in!"

"Well," Albert summed up, "it's completely up to you guys whether you stay or not. It looks like it would only be Julio and Big Al, if you agreed to stay a little later."

"It's up to Erica, but I think she's both satiated and very fatigued," Johnny spoke up. "I think she's ready for a nice, warm bath and sleep. Is that right, Erica?"

I spoke to Johnny, "A warm soak seems very enticing, but if there's only two left, I might be able to handle it!" As I sipped the wine, my body was warming up, and I still had a tingle where Big Al had been so recently.

Johnny replied, "Like I said, it's up to you, Erica. You've done your bit, so this is extra, your decision, though!"

Johnny

I was comfortable with Erica having her gangbang. I guess technically it was a train. I enjoyed watching it and I was glad that she was enjoying it. In point of fact, I would have probably been happier if she hadn't been enjoying it so much. I couldn't help but be a little concerned when she went through long periods of not being aware of my presence. I knew I still had the challenge of reclaiming her when her work here was done.

Now two guys wanted seconds. I guess that made it a real gangbang. I was okay with her having a gangbang, but she seemed to enjoy more than I preferred. Mike had said according to their rules she could do it twice more I hoped she wouldn't want to do it again. Whether or not she did Julio and Big Al again wasn't a biggie. I think she wanted to enjoy them again.

Erica

I heard myself saying, "Let me finish my wine, and I'll give my all!"

"That's great!" Julio replied.

Big Al apparently finished his phone business and joined us, "That's happy news, Erica!"

Julio walked up behind me and began massaging my boobs. Despite the pause in action, it didn't take much to get me into arousal mode. I handed Johnny my almost empty wine glass and turned around to kiss Julio. I knew I was close to exhaustion, yet my libido was still strong.

We said our goodbyes to Albert, Mason, and Gerard, while Julio licked my neck, and fingered my love slit. Meanwhile, the three departees dressed and then left.

Julio led me back to the round table and helped me clamber up onto it. He followed me up and positioned me on my hands and knees. I smiled at Johnny as Julio attacked my pussy with his tongue. I still had a residual sexual high from Big Al's exercise of my most intimate parts, and soon my body was shaking with my first climax of the reduced round two.

Julio penetrated my ready and waiting slit and began pounding me. How could I be still horny and enjoying Julio's pounding so much. It was my destiny to enjoy the erotic delights of Julio's cock as he continued to pound me. Perhaps, he was not quite as good as Big Al, but I wasn't letting that lessen my joy as stroke by delicious stroke, he drove my arousal higher and higher. Soon I was groaning my pleasure at another hip-buckling orgasm.