Synopsis:

I’m not what you call a good girl. Some people would call me easy. Others would call me a slut. I won’t deny being either. Most of what they say about me is true, I’ve sucked my fair share of cocks, been fucked by more than my fair share of men and even let a few of them splatter their hot cum all over my skin. However it had all been on a one on one basis until one hot summer night.

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I’m not what you call a good girl. I quickly discovered that I liked sex after developing the kind of curvy body that made men want to have sex with me. I’m by no means a perfect ten.

I’m more cute than hot, but I have an above average bra size, thick lips that I’ve been look pretty good wrapped around a hard cock and a willingness to spread my legs.

Some people would call me easy.

Others would call me a slut. I won’t deny being either. Most of what they say about me is true, I’ve sucked my fair share of cocks, been fucked by more than my fair share of men and even let a few of them splatter their hot cum all over my skin.

However it had all been on a one on one basis. Some of those might have been one night stands, some of them might have had girlfriends, but the number of people involved always stayed at just two.

Yet I’ll admit for just about as long as I’ve been having sex, I’ve played around with the fantasy of more than one guy taking me at the same time. It would never be more than just a fantasy, I mean what kind of girl would do that sort of thing?

What kind of slut would let men fuck her like that? Just thinking about turned my lace thong into a wet mess.

I think my first encounter with the concept of a gangbang came in the form of reading my dad’s dirty magazines.

The first time I reacted with disgust, yet the next time I found myself home alone I took out the stash and started flipping through them.

I wanted to be the girls in the centerfold.

I wanted to be like the women I found in the stories in the back.

Women that had unforgettable sex, a lot more interesting than my own awkward and unsatisfying sex life at the time.

The story that really stood out centered around a woman who went camping with her husband.

They couple made a few friends and one thing led to another and five men fucked her and filled her with cum. The next encounter came in the form of porn video one of my immature guy friends put on at a party.

From the woman’s bleached blonde hair to her giant fake tits, everything about it fell into the category of fake.

Definitely not a turn on like the above story, but watching her take on four giant cocks somehow made the fantasy a little bit more real.

The most recent encounter with the theory of a gangbang came not too long after my graduation.

Actually right after. That night everyone gathered for parties, a wild night for sure but I don’t think anyone had a wilder night than my friend Becky.

At one of the parties she ended up sucking off half a dozen guys and fucking four of them.

When I heard the story I reacted with disgust, but inside I wished it had been me. However, I didn’t want the whole town knowing I let a group of men bang me.

Being easy or a slut is something you can write off as being young.

Getting gangbanged follows you around. You’ll go to the grocery store and someone will recognize you as that chick that let four men fuck you.

Yet, I couldn’t stop thinking about the fantasy.

It was the fantasy I thought about late at night when I found myself all alone in my room and no guy to call over. A fun fantasy, but nothing that I would ever turn into a reality. Or so I thought. “I thought you said it would just be a girls’ weekend,” I said when Ashley put down her phone. After messy breakup, I wasn’t in the mood to deal with any member of the male species.

“I know, but I didn’t think Tyler would be in town.” She looked at me, then took a sip of her vodka and cranberry. We were house sitting her aunt’s beach condo and already put a major dent in her liquor.

I wasn’t completely sure how she planned to hide that, but she didn’t seem to be too concerned.

“What do you want me to do? Tell him he can’t come over? That’ll go well. I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry I’m in such a crabby mood.”

“They’ll just be here for a little while, then they’re going out on the town.”

“Who’s they?” While I debated serious thoughts about never dating again, Tyler did have some attractive friends - older, more mature, hot college guys. Maybe I could hold off on the dating vow of silence.

“I’m not sure. He just said ‘we’ while we were on the phone. He didn’t mention who that included.” I hoped it included James. James while he wasn’t the college quarterback, he looked like he could’ve been with a well-built body and guy next door naturally good looks.

“How soon are they going to be here?”

“He didn’t say.”

“Damn you,” I said with a smile as the funk surrounding me started to lighten up.

I ran to my bedroom for the weekend and dug through my bag. We spent most of the day on the beach and after a cooling shower I put on a pair of old soccer shorts and a raggedy tank top.

Not exactly the kind of clothes I considered part of my dress to impress collection. I didn’t pack much, I made the mistake of packing more bikinis than actual clothes. I found a nicer tank top, a pair of jean shorts and clean underwear.

Just in case. I raced through my hair, make up and just as I pulled on the shorts the doorbell rang.

As Ashley opened the door, I peeked out of my room. Tyler came in with a case of beer and a kiss for Ashley.

James appeared next and I stepped into the hallway with a smile. He looked like exactly what I needed to get over my controlling, yet cheating ex-boyfriend.

Then two more guys came in, both new to me. It made me start wondering exactly who my doctor prescribed for me.

Tyler introduced them as Devon and Rick. Devon looked like the bad boy that my mom would hate, complete with the tattoos and jet black hair.

Rick looked more like a guy I could see myself dating.

I narrowed my choices down to James and Devon. The original plan had them just sticking around for a few drinks before heading downtown to one of the bars.

At first I didn’t really like that plan, however after a few drinks with them I changed my mind.

They quickly reminded me why I was currently pissed off at the male members of my species.

They hit on me and stared at my tits to the point it became uncomfortable. I’ll admit at first I liked the attention.

It felt good to be reminded they were other men out there, but it quickly became more than I wanted to deal with that weekend.

I was glad Ashley was out on the balcony with me and that they would be leaving soon.

“I’ll be right back. Do you want anything?” Ashley said as she slid open the sliding glass door.

“Another drink?” I had been pacing myself, but they made me want to drink more.

“You got it.” I thought she would be back after a few minutes. How long could a stop in the bathroom and a refill in the kitchen take? I didn’t have a watch on, but it seemed like way longer than it should’ve taken.

After Devon undressed me with his eyes for the third time in a minute, I decided to take matters into my own hands as far as my drink.

As I opened the sliding glass door that I realized Tyler had also gone missing from the balcony.

I feared the worse and my fears were confirmed when I spotted the Ashley’s white bedroom door closed.

I didn’t know what to do besides get another drink. I didn’t exactly want to go back out on the porch with them, but the condo didn’t leave anywhere else to hide. Before I could make a decision the three of them joined me in the kitchen.

They involved me in the conversation about beaches, but I barely took part in the conversation other than to nod my head yes.

My brain told me they were all unattractive, but I knew they all wanted me and I would be lying if I said I didn’t want each of them physically.

I felt my body temperature rising and I couldn’t be quite sure if it was because of the three hot men in front of me or the air conditioning couldn’t keep up.

I pictured being in bed with James. Sex with him would be a satisfying workout.

Devon would want to do something kinky, pushing me beyond what I felt comfortable with doing.

Rick would go out of his way to make sure that he satisfied me before he came. All three of them had selling points, but I couldn’t exactly just grab one of them by the arm and drag him into the bedroom.

Okay maybe I could, but it would be pretty awkward for the other two. My next thought I wish I could blame on the alcohol, however I barely had a warm buzz.

I imagined myself on my bed with the three of them spread out around me - all of them naked and all of them rock hard and ready for me.

The thought left my cotton panties damp. As they talked about fishing I completely stopped listening.

What would it really be like to have all three of them? Would I enjoy it or would they just use me?

Thinking of them using me made me squirm against the counter. I took a long sip of my rose colored mixed drink and hoped none of them noticed my excitement. How would I do?

Would I just tell them I was horny and wanted to get fucked? The excitement in my body grew and my heart started to pound. How would they react? What if I just invited them to follow me into the bedroom?

Or I could just drop to my knees right there on the kitchen tile. I probably could’ve dropped to my knees, Ashley had completely abandoned me.

Next time the two of us were alone, I planned to mention a few things to her. However I didn’t know how long they would be.

They hadn’t seen each other for a few weeks and probably had to make up for lost time. Part of the reason that I didn’t want Tyler to come over was because of their relationship.

They were a happy couple that couldn’t get enough of each other. Ashley and I were just eighteen but I could already see the two of them getting married.

I didn’t have a problem finding guys to date, but after a month or two things always seemed to get boring or I found reasons to end the relationship.

I wasn’t exactly ready to settle down, but I knew there had to be more than just one night stands and flings. However as all three of them stood around me, I didn’t want a relationship.

I wanted to get fucked and not just by one of them. What would Ashley say if she came out and saw me bent over the couch and them lining up to fuck me?

What would she say the next morning if she came out and discovered all of us missing and my bedroom door closed?

I told her everything. She knew about my flings. She knew about my one night stands. However, she didn’t know about this fantasy.

I could feel the blood flooding through my veins. The room felt one thousand degrees. My panties clung to my wetness. All three of them looked at me.

It could either stay as a fantasy or it could become a reality.