This was a small gangbang, just one more than a three way, but it counts cuz I said so. I’ve been hanging out mostly at the same place ever since I got here. It’s very relaxed and casual. Always a crowd. It’s been hard to make hookups because most everyone knows everyone else. I stayed later than usual on this past Sunday night. I wasn’t even buzzed but I was sick at the thought of the boredom I find in my hotel room so I just kept hanging out, chatting, watching the people and sipping a beer.
Michael was next to me at the bar. We had been chatting off and on for quite a while. It was only after it was so late that only a few people were still around that he began to make any moves. I responded quickly to his flirts because I wanted his cock bad. He is a lean blonde with an angular face and long hair. His package was in no way hidden by his pants. Not to mention it had been way to long for me. I let my slut come out full force, hoping I wouldn’t scare him off. I didn’t, but he obviously could tell I wasn’t any ordinary chick, because when he returned from the bathroom, he had already spoken to his two buddies about me. I was surprised when he told me this. He was nervous about if I would take offense to it. But no, he was right about me. I am a full bore slut and I guess it shows. After eyeing his friends I agreed we could all have some fun.
Karl is a short stocky bearded guy. Dark featured and well dressed. Simon is clean cut and blue eyed, average build. I was right about Michaels package. His huge cock was the first one I saw as the boys all pulled their clothes off while they were walking into my room.
I was the only one with my clothes on and these three naked and horny guys were headed right for me. They all backed me against the wall with a good thump and undressed me. Simon placed his hand on my throat and held a steady pressure, keeping me pinned. He kissed at my neck and ear and cheek. Karl had his hands everywhere. He grabbed at my tits and squeezed at my cunt. Michael watched. He stoked his long red prick and looked at me like he could devour me.
I remember the smells at this point. All our breath filled the room and had the tinge of alcohol. These three intense fuckers were hot and sweaty and their man scents were almost overwhelming. Karl fingered furiously at my pussy and I was dripping juice onto my own feet. Michael kept stroking and growing his cock. Hard and veiny and dark now. Almost purple. He twirled my hair and looked into my eyes. I felt that maybe this was a mistake. I’ve never been taken so forcefully by three men before and for the first time in a long time I was actually frightened. But I was down with what was happening at the moment. I bucked against Karl’s rough thick fingers as he slammed them into me.
Simon removed his hand from my throat and put his other one on the back of my neck. He bent me like a Barbie doll, my face slamming into his little dick. I took his six inches completely. My lips right down at the base, nestled in his hair. Karl held my head there, forcing me to breathe through my nose. When Karl let go, Michael used both hands to grab handfuls of my hair and force me even harder onto Simons prick. I couldn’t give head. I couldn’t move my head.
I felt Karl slapping his cockhead against my cunt and he just then immediately fucking slammed into me. I let out some kind of muffled gurgle and a spray of saliva escaped from between my lips and Simon’s body. I was getting nailed good. I hadn’t even had a good look at Karl’s cock yet, but he was really filling me up and he slammed me so violently! The taste of jizz filled my awareness just as Simon pulled out of my mouth. Long strings of cum and spit fell to the floor and I gasped, finally being able to breathe. Right now I had my first cum. Karl kept slamming me all the way through my big fucking orgasm.
Michael said “put her on the bed” and they back me up and laid me on the bed. I had my legs up and Michael, who has a thing about intense eye contact, took position between them and pressed his long cock deep deep into me. He fucked with long strokes. Almost leaving me before he slammed into me hitting bottom each time. I was cumming again. I was a sloppy soupy mess. My juice tickled my ass as it dripped across my hole.
Simon straddled my chest, facing Micheal, and breaking his eye contact. His balls were right in my face. I licked at them and he lowered them so I could reach better. Michael slammed home one more time and pulled out. His hot streams landed on my cunt and belly and dripped down between my legs.
All my attention was now on Simons little nut sack. He kept moving, trying to get me to eat his ass. I kept reaching for his balls because I don’t eat ass I just met. The next thing I felt was a slippery cockhead sliding around my ass. Of course I knew what was coming. Karl pressed and pressed at my butthole but it didn’t slide in. I relaxed as best I could and he pressed harder. I knew something was wrong cuz it doesn’t take this much pressure to enter my ass. Then his cock POPPED into me. Fuck fuck fuck it was like the first time my ass got nailed. It brought me right back to those awkward and painful moments when I first learned to take it in the rear. Just like my pussy, Karl rammed forcefully into me.
My mouth was on autopilot since all my attention was on Karl’s cock pounding my ass. That’s when I realized I was lapping at Simons asshole! Just what I was trying to avoid a couple minutes back. Karl pulled out of me, ripped off his rubber and moved so he could shoot on my face. I didn’t really get to taste any. It was all in my hair and on my forehead and pooled over one eye, forcing me to keep it closed. Simon had been frantically jerking while I ate his ass and he shot his second load onto my tits and belly.
Everyone had cum. Myself a few times. I was covered in jizz. I got my first good look at Karl’s dick. You’ve heard of coke can dick? Well Karl was somewhere between a coke can and a jar of peanut butter I swear. Not long, just a thick fucking monster. No smooth taper, but a fat blocky head. God I wish I had a picture.
The boys were getting dressed. While I toweled off I left red traces on the white hotel towel from where I had been stretched or ripped. The guys politely made their leave. I thanked them and locked the door.
Delightfully sore two days later, I was thinking that there are definite advantages to being the last bitch in the bar at night. This was definitely the best time since I’ve been here.
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