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Some people would call me easy. Others would call me a slut. However it had all been on a one on one basis until one hot summer night.

I quickly discovered that I liked sex after developing the kind of curvy body that made men want to have sex with me. 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.

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. 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. 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.

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. Being easy or a slut is something you can write off as being young. Getting gangbanged follows you around. 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. Maybe I could hold off on the dating vow of silence. 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 found a nicer tank top, a pair of jean shorts and clean underwear. 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. 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.

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.

Do you want anything? How long could a stop in the bathroom and a refill in the kitchen take? 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.

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.

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.

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. Next time the two of us were alone, I planned to mention a few things to her. Ashley and I were just eighteen but I could already see the two of them getting married. 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.

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.

I took a long sip of my drink, still barely buzzed. I took a deep breath. I leaned back against the counter and pushed out my chest. All three of them turned to look at me and their mouths dropped. I put my hand out to stop him.

The three of them looked at each other, then me. I walked between Devon and James towards my bedroom. I remember my bare feet touching the tile, then the carpet as I moved into my room, but it felt like walking through clouds.

They followed me into my room, James the last to enter. I looked at him and he shut the door. For some reason I remember the decorations on the walls, all beach and nautical like seashells and a compass that looked like it belong on an old boat.

Time stood still and they looked at me like hunters about to attack their prey. I felt like a piece of meat and I grinned. They stepped forward and I stepped back. I fell on the bed.

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Read sex stories my wife gangbang male doctor

Some people would call me easy. Others would call me a slut. However it had all been on a one on one basis until one hot summer night. I quickly discovered that I liked sex after developing the kind of curvy body that made men want to have sex with me. 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. 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. 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. 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. 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. Being easy or a slut is something you can write off as being young. Getting gangbanged follows you around. 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. Maybe I could hold off on the dating vow of silence. 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 found a nicer tank top, a pair of jean shorts and clean underwear. 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. 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. 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. Do you want anything? How long could a stop in the bathroom and a refill in the kitchen take?

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. 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.

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. 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. Next time the two of us were alone, I planned to mention a few things to her.

Ashley and I were just eighteen but I could already see the two of them getting married. 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. 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. I took a long sip of my drink, still barely buzzed. I took a deep breath. I leaned back against the counter and pushed out my chest.

All three of them turned to look at me and their mouths dropped. I put my hand out to stop him. The three of them looked at each other, then me. I walked between Devon and James towards my bedroom. I remember my bare feet touching the tile, then the carpet as I moved into my room, but it felt like walking through clouds.

They followed me into my room, James the last to enter. I looked at him and he shut the door. For some reason I remember the decorations on the walls, all beach and nautical like seashells and a compass that looked like it belong on an old boat. Time stood still and they looked at me like hunters about to attack their prey. I felt like a piece of meat and I grinned. They stepped forward and I stepped back. I fell on the bed.

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  1. Ashley and I were just eighteen but I could already see the two of them getting married. I fell on the bed.

  2. It could either stay as a fantasy or it could become a reality. What would it really be like to have all three of them? Devon and James left me nothing to complain about in the size department, but Rick stood erect noticeably larger.

  3. He pushed me into the middle of the bed and joined me on it. They involved me in the conversation about beaches, but I barely took part in the conversation other than to nod my head yes.

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