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.

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 porn 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.

“I know, but I didn’t think Tyler would be in town.” She looked at me, then took a sip of her vodka and cranberry. We were house sitting her aunt’s beach condo and already put a major dent in her liquor. I wasn’t completely sure how she planned to hide that, but she didn’t seem to be too concerned. “What do you want me to do? Tell him he can’t come over? That’ll go well. I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry I’m in such a crabby mood.”

“They’ll just be here for a little while, then they’re going out on the town.”

“Who’s they?” While I debated serious thoughts about never dating again, Tyler did have some attractive friends – older, more mature, hot college guys. Maybe I could hold off on the dating vow of silence.

“I’m not sure. He just said ‘we’ while we were on the phone. He didn’t mention who that included.”

I hoped it included James. James while he wasn’t the college quarterback, he looked like he could’ve been with a well-built body and guy next door naturally good looks. “How soon are they going to be here?”

“He didn’t say.”

“Damn you,” I said with a smile as the funk surrounding me started to lighten up.

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 didn’t pack much, I made the mistake of packing more bikinis than actual clothes. I found a nicer tank top, a pair of jean shorts and clean underwear. Just in case.

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. At first I didn’t really like that plan, however after a few drinks with them I changed my mind. 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. I’ll admit at first I liked the attention. 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.

“I’ll be right back. Do you want anything?” Ashley said as she slid open the sliding glass door.

“Another drink?” I had been pacing myself, but they made me want to drink more.

“You got it.”

I thought she would be back after a few minutes. How long could a stop in the bathroom and a refill in the kitchen take? I didn’t have a watch on, but it seemed like way longer than it should’ve taken. 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. I feared the worse and my fears were confirmed when I spotted the Ashley’s white bedroom door closed.

I didn’t know what to do besides get another drink. I didn’t exactly want to go back out on the porch with them, but the condo didn’t leave anywhere else to hide. 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. My brain told me they were all unattractive, but I knew they all wanted me and I would be lying if I said I didn’t want each of them physically.

I felt my body temperature rising and I couldn’t be quite sure if it was because of the three hot men in front of me or the air conditioning couldn’t keep up. 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.

All three of them had selling points, but I couldn’t exactly just grab one of them by the arm and drag him into the bedroom. 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.

I probably could’ve dropped to my knees, Ashley had completely abandoned me. Next time the two of us were alone, I planned to mention a few things to her. However I didn’t know how long they would be. They hadn’t seen each other for a few weeks and probably had to make up for lost time. Part of the reason that I didn’t want Tyler to come over was because of their relationship. They were a happy couple that couldn’t get enough of each other. Ashley and I were just eighteen but I could already see the two of them getting married.

I didn’t have a problem finding guys to date, but after a month or two things always seemed to get boring or I found reasons to end the relationship. I wasn’t exactly ready to settle down, but I knew there had to be more than just one night stands and flings. However as all three of them stood around me, I didn’t want a relationship. 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. However, she didn’t know about this fantasy.

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. “Guys I’m so fucking horny.”

The conversation stopped mid-sentence. All three of them turned to look at me and their mouths dropped.

“What do you want to do about it?” Devon quickly recovered from the surprise and returned to his cocky self.

“I want to get fucked.” I couldn’t believe the words came out of my mouth.

“I’d be glad to help you with that.” He stepped forward towards me.

I put my hand out to stop him. “By all three of you.” I’ve said some slutty things, but nothing would ever topped that.

The three of them looked at each other, then me. It didn’t feel real. 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. I don’t remember thinking anything for a few moments. 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. This was the bed where it would happen. Where my fantasy would become real.

It started with hands. I felt a pair of hands on the buttons of my shorts. I felt another pair of hands grope me through my tank top. I looked up and saw Devon between my legs and Rick’s hands pulling up my tank top to reveal my orange bra. I wished I had thought to put on a matching bra and panties, but I don’t think any of that mattered to them. All three of them looked down at me, their eyes filled with lust. A large bulge already formed in Devon’s jeans.

My shorts came off and my purple underwear followed. A new pair of hands joined in. I watched James put his hand between my legs, I felt his fingers brush across my lips and I let out a moan. I told myself to be quiet, I didn’t want Ashley to hear, but I knew that one way or another she would find out about this. He slid a finger into me and rubbed his thumb across my sensitive clit. My soft moan became loud. I bit my tongue as a last ditch effort.

A few moments later my tits were out of the cups of my bra. They hadn’t even bothered to take off my tank top or bra all of the way. Rick’s mouth found my nipple and I let out a cry as he bit it. His hands weren’t gentle and now his mouth definitely wasn’t either. I usually hated, actually I hated when guys went straight for my tits, but this time it turned me on.

When Rick released my nipple from my mouth he sat up and I saw Devon again. He stood between my legs with his jeans and boxers around his thighs. He aimed his rock hard cock at me.

I realized then that I hadn’t brought any condoms. After the break up, I didn’t think I would be needing them for a while so I didn’t pack them. I used the pill and unprotected sex wasn’t new to me, but this was three guys I barely knew. I know that should’ve freaked me out, but it just turned me on more. I wanted to feel them inside of me without anything separating us. I wanted them to cum inside of me.

I opened my legs and watched as Devon stepped forward. Time slowed down again. I felt his cock against me and it felt like I could feel every cell of him against me. It made my whole body twist with excitement. He pushed into me and time returned to normal.

My wetness allowed him to easily push into me. He filled me and it was becoming real. No turning back now.

He grabbed my hips and I wrapped my hands in the comforter as he began to thrust into me. I bit my lip, but I couldn’t suppress the moans for long.

He fucked me for a minute or two, but before he came anywhere close to a climax he stepped back. Before I knew what was happening next, I felt another cock enter me. I looked up and saw James. Him alone would be a fantasy come true. Him with two other guys, this would be something that I would never forget. I’ll admit there may have been one night where I had sex with my boyfriend at the time and sneaked out later that night to meet up with another guy. I always thought of that as one of the sluttiest things that I had ever done, but it didn’t compare.

His thrusts harder and both of us started to breathe harder. Better than the workout I had imagined. He filled me with pleasure.

Right as I started to completely enjoy it, he stepped back. I saw Rick coming up next. All three of them must have been talking, but I don’t remember any sound other than the hum of the air conditioner, the squeaking of the metal frame and my moans.

Devon and James left me nothing to complain about in the size department, but Rick stood erect noticeably larger. He pushed into me and I could feel him stretching me to accommodate him. I increased my grip on the comforter as he started to thrust into me.

It was no longer a fantasy now. It was nowhere near over, but three men had fucked me basically at the same time. I had been gangbanged. I wasn’t the run of the mill slut anymore.

I wanted more. When James pulled out, I flipped over and put myself on to my hands and knees. I didn’t need to say anything else. Someone took me from behind, I didn’t know who at first until I looked back and saw Devon. Rick came around to my front. He knelt on his knees and put his cock in line with my mouth.

I licked his swollen head, tasting a hint of his salty precum. I opened my mouth and took him between my lips. I took him into my mouth as another man fucked me. It didn’t seem real. I felt one pair of hands on my waist another on my head. More than me sucking his cock, he fucked my mouth. He used my mouth like my pussy. They used me of their pleasure and I loved it.

At some point the pleasure of a cock inside of me, the feeling of a cock sliding between my lips and a pair of hands fondling me and I lost it. The pleasure overwhelmed my body. I closed my eyes and the climax erupted inside of me with a massive force that I had never felt before. I didn’t know who I had in my mouth. I didn’t know who was fucking me. Just feeling it sent me into a whole new world of pleasure.

My own orgasm was joined by another. I felt two hard, almost out of control thrusts and at the last second he pulled out of me. I heard a grunt and knew it was James behind me. Seconds later I felt the cum splatter on to my back. The hot, thick cum hit me so hard that it almost made me jump. He covered my backside with his cum from near my shoulders to my ass.

Devon grabbed my head and shoved his cock into my throat. He exploded into my throat and somehow I didn’t gag once as his salty, cum flooded my mouth. When he pulled back, I swallowed it all.

I wasn’t done. I wanted Rick. I wanted his huge cock to fill me with his cum. I flipped over and the other two already started to put their clothes back on. Rick however was naked from the waist down, his large cock still ready for me.

He pushed me into the middle of the bed and joined me on it. He climbed on top of me and took me one more time. He didn’t start off slow this time. He slammed his cock into me with everything he had. I moaned, I cried out as the pleasure filled me. He fucked me like his slut.

I ended up on top of him and rode him like it might be the last cock I ever got. I didn’t just sit there. My whole body bounced up and down on his cock. I did everything I could, moving my body every way I could until he finally gave me what he wanted.

As a more powerful orgasm filled me, as my body started to go stiff and I arched my back, he thrust up. He unleashed his torrent of cum into me as my body shook from my own orgasm.

He rolled me off of him after he was done. I wasn’t his girlfriend. I was some slut that he and his buddies had just fucked. They left me there, my whole body sore and exhausted, drenched with sweat and cum still clinging to me. I could still feel his cock throbbing inside of me when I heard the front door open, then close. I could still taste the cum in my mouth. They fucked me. They used me. And I loved it. I felt dirty, I felt like a slut, I felt alive.

A few minutes later I heard a soft knock on my door. “Kayla?” Ashley asked.

“Yeah?”

“Can I come in?”

“Come in.” I was already in my bathrobe, starting to clean up the room.

“Are you okay?” Her face gave a look of concern.

“Yeah.” I couldn’t hide my grin, I felt like I was glowing.

“What happened?”

“Do I really need to tell you?”

“And you’re okay with it?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re such a slut.”

We both giggled.

“I can’t disagree with that.”

“I never thought you would do something like that. How was it?”

“Words can’t even describe it.” I gave her the box score summary, her mouth dropped as I told her how one guy took me from behind and another filled my mouth, yet I think I saw some part of her that wanted to do it for herself.