For months I kept my adventure in Austin to myself. I thought about it all the time and considered doing it again, but it wasn't so easy to arrange. I would have to carve out time to go; if it wasn't a business trip, then money was also a factor. Although I got paid for my Austin appearance, it wasn't lavish enough to cover all expenses.
I didn't share my situation with anyone. Although I didn't regret the gangbang party, I knew a lot of people wouldn't understand. I didn't want to risk friendships, relationships I valued.
I thought about my gangbang most intensely during sex, with a date or alone with my vibrator. I couldn't get enough of reliving the scenes, the intensity, the many men, their cocks, the cum... All it took to get me going was a few seconds of a memory, maybe the way one guy thrust his dick into me, or when a particularly large load of cum filled my mouth, or just the feeling of so many actions happening at once. Sometimes those few seconds could occupy me the whole time during sex with a date, keeping me hot and wild. He would think he was exciting me, not knowing my secret thoughts. Once seized by a sizzling hot memory, it usually took an orgasm to get me past it.
With those feelings raging inside me, it was inevitable that I would break my silence with someone. It finally happened with Gretchen.
Gretch and I had been friends since junior high school in a Chicago suburb. She was my age, twenty-eight, five feet nine inches tall, a Nordic blond, with an a gym-toned 34D figure that stopped men in their tracks. She was two inches taller than me, thinner with bigger boobs, a superstar.
She worked as a clothing designer so she was always dressed just right, with a preference for flirty, light, bright clothing that showed off her considerable assets.
She dated all the time, but wasn't committed to anyone. We kidded a lot about being a pair, the light one and the dark one. We got into deep conversations about relationships, why we weren't married already, and of course sex.
We were sitting on the couch in her apartment one evening. She was telling me about a recent date.
"We had this mind blowing sex. I really liked him so I pulled out all the stops. He went crazy and gave it to me just as good. It didn't end until we were both exhausted. I'd lost count of my orgasms and, I can assure you, he was totally drained."
"Wow, perfect. Lucky you. When will you see him again?" I asked.
"Well that's the thing. He snuck out before dawn and hasn't called. I sent him a few texts but he never replied."
I understood. "Men say they want a woman who's hot in bed, but when you give it to them they disappear."
"Well, not everyone. But it's very unpredictable. I don't get it," she replied.
"Me neither."
She asked, "Have you been in that situation? You put it all out there but it scares the guy off?"
I blurted out something I never thought I'd share.
"Not exactly. I had an experience where I gave everything there is to give, but it was the best night of my life and worked out just fine."
She sat up, all attentive.
"Oooo. Tell me everything."
"About three months ago I was in a gangbang."
"No! Seriously?" She looked like she expected me any second to reveal I was joking.
"Yes, seriously. I was in Texas and sort of fell into it. But it worked out beautifully. I had a totally new experience, like nothing ever, and felt nothing but good about it after. They invited me back if I want to do it again."
Gretchen was speechless, confused and unsure of my meaning. The idea was too shocking.
She finally asked, "When you say gangbang, how many men are we talking about?"
I blushed and stammered, but managed to say, "Thirty plus or minus."
She was totally silent for minutes. She just stared at me, jaw hanging open.
When she unfroze, she burst out laughing. "You epic slut! I'm so happy for you."
She put her hands to her cheeks. "Oh, I'm so jealous. Tell me more. All the details. I must know."
I decided to just confess everything, uncensored. I told her about how I got invited, my opening strip tease, the way the men lined up to dump cum on me or in me. Then the DP, the men who came three, four, or five times, and the way I teased them to do more. I described washing cum off with champagne and fucking the bottles. There was a lot to tell and her appetite to hear it was insatiable.
I stopped, waiting for her verdict. Would she get up and walk out?
"Beth, I'm so turned on. If those men were next door, I'd be on my way over to fuck them inside out. Oh My God, so hot."
That made me feel better, less anxious about having told my secret.
"I'm glad you feel that way," I explained. "It was good for me, but I was afraid you'd reject me."
"No, no. Never. You're entitled to have your fun. But a gangbang with thirty men? You do go all out, don't you?"
"Well, it could have been fifty."
We laughed together.
She asked me a lot more questions. About how it happened, the fine print about how it all works, how I went from one thing to another.
"What if you wanted to move on and someone wasn't done?" she asked.
"There was sort of an informal time limit. If a guy took too long, some other guy would drag him off me. He could try again after awhile. But the atmosphere was so sexual, so stimulating, it didn't take much to get a guy to come. When a man was ready for me, I just did what he wanted, then on to the next."
I added, "And I didn't quit until everyone did everything on their list. There was no reason for anyone to be disappointed or pissed off."
"Unbelievable..." she murmured.
Then she turned serious.
"Beth, I can't tell you how deeply this affects me. I want that experience. I'm so fed up with the social situation. Your gangbang sounds so open, so honest, so giving compared to the tricks and schemes involved in dating."
She had a way to relate to it. "It's like a booty call, the most honest form of dating. Two horny people meet to get off with each other. No pretense, no expectations, just a nice suck, fuck, then goodbye until the next time."
I was nodding yes. "I see what you're saying. And you're right. I went to the party knowing exactly what they wanted from me. They saw me as a sure thing who would give them awesome sex."
Gretchen was with me, smiling and agreeing.
I continued. "I enjoyed giving it to them, putting all my energy and creativity into it. And in return? I got pleasured in a way I never imagined was possible. So much stimulation, so many orgasms, overwhelming, cum everywhere, all at once..."
I stopped, realizing I'd gone too far. I felt moist. Gretchen was staring at me again.
