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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.Enjoy
********************** 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 p**n 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.
