This is a story of my first gangbang. I'm still in the weird relationship at the end but this is how it started. For an image, I'm 5'2, 34dd breasts, perky ass, athletic, light blonde hair and a slightly tanned. I'm 19* I smiled, and said, “Nah, I just usually hang with a different crowd. I’m not any better or worse than any person.” It was an autumn night. One of my close friends, Charlie, was having her birthday and we were going out to the nightclub to have a big night. We were already a bit tipsy before we got there, but were let in (because you know bouncers). I was wearing a tight, hot pants which revealed a bit of my ass, and a tight midrift top. We headed straight to the dancefloor whilst inside.

I reluctantly (yeah right) agreed. I told them to line up in front of me and to drop their drawers. My moans of pleasure got everyone's attention and they started calling me a cum slut - which I guess I was after getting 4 loads of cum into pussy, my ass and my mouth and having 2 orgasms from all of that so far. There was also a guy I was "involved " with too—- a long distance relationship- but he was in California and given our respective work schedules, didn't get to see each other all that often. That really wasn't satisfactory for me either either. Joe spoke up and said, “But you don’t have any clothes left, what do we get out of it if you lose.”

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Erotica Sex Story: I get asked all the time how did you get started? Who with, you know. Well her is what happen with some 5 boys after scholl one day that changed my life forever.

In thinking over that night with a more mature brain and I have essentially concluded that someone at that party drugged me by slipping something into one of the drinks that I had.Once home, I used all of their cum from my pussy and ass to rub my clit until I came again and again alone I my bed. I repeated this again upon awakening the next day. So I went to a party that friends of mine at the hospital suggested I go to just to see if there would be anyone I could meet up with. A registered nurse in that era would be already running terrified that one careless handling of a medical needle from an infected patient could very easily be an unintentional death sentence. The free love of the 60's was over.