gangbang: My First Must-Have Intense Group Experience

So the gangbang started like any other hungover Sunday—I was still in yesterday’s mascara, half a mimosa in, when my friend dared me to text the three guys from the bar who’d been circling all night. Cut to an hour later and we’re in this weirdly perfect backyard, string lights buzzing, and I’m on my knees in the grass with one cock in my mouth and two in my hands, laughing because it felt ridiculous and electric all at once. The triple blowjob turned into this sloppy, breathless rhythm—someone’s thumb pressing my jaw open, someone else’s fingers in my hair—and I remember thinking, oh, this is the kind of thing you only read about. Then cowgirl on the patio cushion, one guy underneath, another behind, a third feeding me his dick whenever I turned my head, and the stretch and slap of skin made my eyes water. It wasn’t gentle. It was hands on my hips, spit on my chin, a chorus of low grunts, and me saying yes over and over. When I finally came, it was with two inside me and one jerking off across my stomach, and I just lay there in the cool grass, sweaty and grinning, texting my friend: you have no idea what you started.