Gina's Mini Gangbang
By Gina Rose and Marcia St.Denis Copyright by Gina Rose and Marcia St.Denis. All rights reserved.
Hi honey,
Last weekend I had the wildest adventure and I really think you'll love hearing about it. I have been dying to tell you all about it but there was always someone around just when I started to write to you and this is just the kind of letter I DON'T want anyone to be reading over my shoulder.
Anyway, last Wednesday which is the beginning of our weekend here, I was in quite a kinky mood. I went to this salsa party and saw some interesting and sexy guys there. I was particularly interested in this one particular sweetie with a big bulge in his pants. We just flirted a little with each other and I danced with several people for a while. Nothing really happened and I got back home late and went to sleep but woke up late feeling sexy and fine.
So I got out my vibrator (my love toy, MMMmmmmmmmm) and played with myself thinking about us being together. I had an orgasm just thinking about you and me kissing and loving one another on a lazy afternoon. Then I got up to have lunch and because I was feeling so sleepy, I took a nap and had a nice long sleep again, only to get up late in the evening feeling very horny again. I don't know what was going on with me but I was soooo hot.
I was feeling really refreshed and extremely sexually alive and in need and so, I decided to practice my salsa hoping that the exercise would help me calm down. An hour of dancing in my cropped girly tee and shorts did nothing of the sort. As soon as I finished my workout (which had left a nice shiny gleam on my smooth golden thighs and legs, but ruined my light evening make up) I began to feel that desperate little need to have my vibrator inside me again. This feeling was becoming too powerful and really too strong. Boy, I was going to need a super strong session. So I had long sensual warm bath and came out feeling fresh as a daisy, but horny as a nymph. I decided to let my hair dry on its own. First thing on was my pink gingham print thong panties after which I sat down to apply my evening foundation, light and nice, then my blue eyeliner, slanting upwards, a little mascara, nude rosebud pink lipstick and of course some nice expensive French perfume. Then I slipped on my some thigh-high stockings, a pair of stilettos, a semi transparent blouse and micro-mini denim cutoffs.
I was fantasizing about meeting you in a metro dressed like that. You'd be returning from a business meeting dressed in formal business attire. We'd catch the same train compartment. It would be crowded and slowly we'd bump into each other. You'd move around me and gently rub yourself against me without attracting anyone's attention. It would start like that slowly and sensuously. We'd move closer to each other. Me rubbing my butt against your hard crotch. You pushing back with your fat hard cock sinking into my butt crack. Finally, you'd hold my hand and pull me out the door with you at the next stop. Up we'd go to catch a taxi to some cheap hotel. You'd pay for a room and rather than get into bed we couldn't wait and we'd have sex standing up with our clothes still on. Your cock would be hanging out of your zipper opening and you would merely let my shorty-shorts and thong slide down to my ankles and then you'd bend me over and slide into my butt. We'd be two people being taken over by instinct fucking fast and hard till we had our cum. After that we'd head back to the metro and go home. It would be just a completely sensual encounter.
By then of course, I was lying down on the couch with my legs up and spread and the vibrator pushed deep into my bum. As I fantasized about all this, my butt kept pushing against the vibrator driving it further inside. I was squealing and moaning from my first anal orgasm of the evening. I had two in a row and came once in my panties. Oh, it was something else! All I could do was just lay there trying to catch my breath. I like indulging in something sensual and tasty after sex and decided to have mangoes.
Luckily none of my flatmates were home, so I could walk around freely. I got up and went to the kitchen to get myself the mango. It tasted divine. It was as if everything that night were meant to be a totally sensual experience. The time was only 11 PM. I was far from sleepy. In fact, I was hungry for more sex. I don't know what had gotten into me. I went out and stood on the balcony flaunting my femme side. I get so turned on by a semi-public display of my girlyness. I always loved spotting men, looking up at me from the street making gestures at me. And I wondered if it would happen tonight. For ten minutes nothing happened. Then suddenly two guys who looked Eastern European spotted me. They were both middle-aged, balding and hefty. Hmmm, very kinky, very virile, very butch looking guys, I thought. They were actually waving out to me. At first, I wasn't sure so I turned sideways to give them a better view of my legs through the glass panes of the balcony. They waved out some more. Yes, it was me they were waving at. I was totally thrilled and excited and all of sudden I started thinking about how I should proceed? Should I? Shouldn't I?
They were gesturing to their mobile phone. I guessed they wanted my phone number. So I flashed it slowly with my hands, one digit at a time. Right after I flashed the last digit, which is 1, my phone rang. From their accent they were definitely East European. They wanted to come up and see me. I warned them I wasn't a girl but was a guy. They said they knew but they liked me and thought I looked hot. I gave them the flat number and 3 minutes later they were up knocking on my door. Their names were Kareem and Zoheb, two businessmen from Turkey. I quickly rushed them to my room before any of my roommates could walk in. Kareem's hand was already on my waist. The bed wasn't made but I have a nice rug and there were cushions all over the floor. "Okay, where?" Kareem asked. Boy, were they blunt. "Is the floor okay?" they asked. "Sure! Who's first?" I responded. Kareem said, "Me first. Okay baby, come here." And then pulled me onto him. They really wanted to get on with it. He kissed me a little, roughly sticking his fingers into my butt. He felt the KY jelly that was still in it from my vibrator session and told Zoheb that I was ready.
So we got down onto the floor and he insisted that I keep a cushion under my hips and lie face down. I did that and then I wiggled out of my shorts.
"Nice panties, baby" Kareem said. "Mmmmm, yes! Nice! You're beautiful." Zoheb said, speaking for the first time. "Your from Bombay, aren't you?" they asked. I nodded yes. Their accents were really funny but I didn't dare laugh. I saw Kareem slip on his condom. He must have been 7 inches & cut, I think. But he looked bigger. He applied some KY jelly from the tube that I had left by the cushions. These guys knew what to do. Then I felt the thin strip of my thong being pushed aside and felt the tip of Kareem's dick against my hole. I just hoped that he would be gentle and that it would be easy. It felt big and was definitely broader than my vibrator. Ooo, it hurt just little bit but he went slow and easy and after a little while it felt okay. In fact, my butt started pushing back against it. "Nice, baby?" he asked me. "Nice," I replied. "Okay baby," he said and began thrusting rhythmically. Wow, this was beginning to feel really good. Another anal orgasm was slowly building up in me. I pushed against him more and he began to speed up but just a little. I was moaning again. I couldn't believe it. My butt was having it's 4th orgasm of the night and the guys were enjoying the sight of seeing a femme girlboy cumming.
After I came, he turned me over and continued fucking me. It still felt good but I was wondering if he was ever going to cum. It must have been 20 minutes now. The next ten seemed like an eternity. I was beginning to worry. It still felt good but I felt had to pretend that like I was having another orgasm half out of fear. Finally, he came ten minutes later saying a lot of "Yeah babys." I couldn't believe this: that someone could go on for 40 minutes.
I was really tired and wondered if Zoheb would change his mind but he was already removing his trousers. He was nice enough to ask me if I wanted some rest. I had half a mind of telling him yes, give me 9 hours rest but I didn't. I had barely caught my breath when he pushed my legs over his shoulders and entered me. My bum felt like it could now let a car through. Luckily, he had applied tons of KY. He did it when Kareem was in me, I think. I guess he was roughly the same size as Kareem. He didn't do too much of the "Yeah, baby" thing. But he was thrusting much faster. And I wondered if he would last more than 10 minutes. But the idiot went on for about half an hour and I was wondering how long I could keep faking an orgasm. My poor butt really felt as open as a door and my legs were being splayed out wider. Finally he was cumming. He grunted and thrust in deeply when he came. I was so, so, so relieved that it was finally over.
"You want to come again baby?" Zoheb asked me. I nodded a no, but he didn't seem to understand as he stuck two of his fingers inside me and began to pump his hand hard. I pretended my anal orgasm was building up again. The funny thing was that it was. Not a big one but it was nice. I guess I was too tired to cum in a big way. So I let it be but pretended to cum big however. He looked happy. Now I was hoping they'd leave so I could recover and get some rest. Then they asked some more questions and they asked me what I did. Was I still in college? Do other men come up often? Did I always dress like this? Did I want to meet tomorrow? "Call up," I said, thinking it was the only way to get rid of them. And I was hoping that they would not drop their pants again. Finally, they left with one kiss each.
I was so tired that I could barely kick off my shoes. I layed down on my bed with my make up still left on and KY jelly still spread all over my butt. I don't know when I fell asleep but I do remember pulling up the bed sheet. My body hurt all over from all that sex. And I must've slept for at least 10 hours. When I woke up my hair was a mess, makeup and eyeliner were on my pillow but my butt was still sore and tired. I looked around and carefully slipped into my bathroom to freshen up. I had a shower, ate breakfast and decided to look nice today.
Kareem and Zoheb called up in the afternoon. I told them I was busy. Maybe sometime this weekend I'll call them. What do you think I should do babydoll?
love, Gina.