Gang Bang

I used to belong to this teenage gang. We never really did anything wrong — we just used to go about looking threatening. There were about twelve of us in all. We used to go to the pub a lot, despite the fact that nearly all of us were under the legal drinking age.

Well, on this particular occasion there was this woman there who just wouldn't leave us alone. She came and sat by us, and kept leaning over and saying things which I expect she thought were clever, but just sounded stupid to us. We really got fed up with her by the end of the evening. She was a lot older than us — I'd say about thirty-five, but pretty good looking. She had blue eyes, straw-coloured hair, and not a bad-looking figure — nice legs, I remember. She kept on about us having girlfriends and that sort of thing.

Well, when closing time came we were all glad to get away from her. We assembled outside, when suddenly she appeared again, coming over to our group. She started off again, when big Mike said to her, 'Why don't you just go and get fucked?' We thought that would really shock her and get rid of her. You can imagine our surprise when she said, in a little-girl voice, 'Well, boys, that's why I came to you,' and as she spoke she took the hem of her skirt, and lifted it, revealing her stocking tops (she wore stockings and suspenders even though tights had been fashionable for a long time) and her smooth, pale thighs. Seeing the sight, and hearing her words, I felt my stomach twisting, my cock coming to life.

Well, in the end we decided to take her to this old pavilion where we often used to gather. It wasn't far from the pub. Although the park was closed at this time it was easy to get in, and soon we were all inside the pavilion, the window blocked with blankets, and the light was on.

She just stood there, waiting. One of the blokes put his arm round her. He brought his other hand up and closed it over one of her tits, his fingers digging in and massaging. Another bloke lifted up her skirt again, this time exposing not only her thighs and stocking tops, but also her black knickers, the soft material running between her thighs, setting off the little bulge there. This bloke put his fingers on the bulge and began to move them in a rhythmic motion, backwards and forwards, his fingers making a faint stroking sound. She parted her thighs to give him more room, and closed her eyes.

We sorted things out in a democratic way, and we decided that we would have her in turn. There was this old sacking at the end of the room, and she said she would lie on this. She took off her dress, while some of the blokes were helping her with her other things, undoing her bra, rolling down her stockings, removing her suspender belt. Actually she could have undressed on her own more quickly.

But in the end she was down to knickers alone, showing us her bare tits, all pale and soft, with large, pink nipples. At this sight my prick got hard, and I put my hand in my pocket and gently massaged it as I watched her taking down her black panties. She turned round so that I saw the crack in her behind, then dropped them to the floor. In the nude, from the rear, she looked like a statue. Of course, at that age I'd never seen a woman in the nude before. She was a statue that lived and breathed, and when she turned round she was there, alive, exposed for us, between her thighs a patch of dark brown hair. Big Mike grabbed her, and stuck his hand between her thighs, having a good feel as his fingers probed that patch of hair, while he dropped his head and started sucking one of her tits. She closed her eyes and gasped, and I watched fascinated as two of his fingers suddenly disappeared, then reappeared all wet, before plunging back into her body.

She got hold of big Mike's prick, and before long she'd got it out and was holding it in her hand. Then she lay back on the sacking, her thighs wide apart, and just before big Mike got onto her I had a glimpse of it, the lips wide apart, like a gash in her body. We gathered round to watch, and all I could see was big Mike's buttocks as they clenched and relaxed, clenched and relaxed, his humping movements almost hypnotic. It was very quiet in the pavilion. I could hear the slurping noises his prick was making as it moved in her cunt.

Every now and then she would give a little, faint cry in that babylike voice. Her hands were all over his back, digging in, her fingers moving frantically. As we watched, the movements of his buttocks became greater, and less controlled, and then suddenly his body became rigid, and he grunted as he shot off his load into her.

The next boy in the line unzipped himself and got out his prick, and big Mike got off her, his prick shiny and wet, beginning to droop now. I had once more a brief glimpse of her genitals, the lips, the red flesh inside, the entrance of her vagina. The boy got on, slid in, and I actually saw his prick disappearing up her vagina.

His buttocks began to move. I was the fourth boy in the line. To tell you the truth, I was a bit worried that I would be able to do it all right, because I'd never done it before.

This boy didn't take long to come, and after a shuddering orgasm he got off her. Her eyes were shut, and her thighs were spread really wide. Dave, the boy in front of me, got on top of her, and began thrusting strongly. I had been getting a bit soft, thinking about having my turn with everybody watching, but seeing him on top of her, thrusting so energetically, her hands on his back, her bare tits crushed by his body, I suddenly got hard again. From where I was I could see his prick as it moved in and out.

As he came, so I was unzipping myself, and pulling out my own prick. He got off, and I got on. To her it must have seemed almost like the same prick. I positioned it, and then thrust with my buttocks. I felt it slide in, being surrounded and gripped by soft wet flesh. Her body was hot and sweaty. I started to move my prick, feeling a slick, sliding sensation. Her vagina felt hot. I felt her hands on my back, her fingers digging in, her tits crushed beneath my chest. I gradually got into the rhythm of my movements, and felt hypnotised. It was as if I could go on for ever like this. I don't know how long it lasted, but suddenly I felt a sweetness deep in my body, and it grew, in a crescendo of sensation, and suddenly I was plunging as hard as I could into her, and I felt as though I was jetting out my whole insides through my prick.

And then, exhausted, I was finished.

It took quite a time for all twelve of us to finish, and by then the first ones were feeling sexy all over again. She was in a funny state, almost as though she was only half conscious. She wanted more, and reached for us hungrily as we got on top of her.

I had a second go, taking longer this time, as we all did. The second time, I felt her vagina was moving as I thrust into her. There was a strange, fluttering kind of movement to it. By now she was groaning all the time, almost as though she was in pain. But it wasn't pain, because as we thrust into her she held us tight, spreading her thighs as wide as she was able.

By the time all of us had been through her a second time it was very late, and she was a bit disgusting. It was all the spunk, you see. All of us had ejaculated into her twice, which is quite a bit of spunk. She lay there with her legs apart, and her slit was just covered with creamy white spunk. It was leaking out of her, and formed a pool on the ground. All her pubic hairs were stuck up with it. I could smell it too, a sharp kind of smell like the swimming baths. I didn't want to have her any more. Big Mike did, though, and it made me feel a bit sick to see him plunging his prick into that creamy mess we'd all made, and in the end I just went home. The last I saw of her was her face — eyes closed, her lips drawn off her teeth, her face running with sweat. And that mess between her legs.

This feeling, half-pleasure, half-revulsion, is a fairly typical male reaction to a gang bang. The revulsion probably stems from a knowledge that he is participating in something perverse; that the pleasure the woman takes from being used by several men is an unhealthy one, based on masochism rather than true sexual pleasure.

The gang bang is nothing to do with the act of mass rape. Mass rape is when a number of males have sexual intercourse with an unwilling victim, and it is an appalling crime. The victim of a mass rape is likely to suffer the most severe injuries, and to be left with a fear of sex for the rest of her life. A gang bang is when a female consents to intercourse with more than two males. The only injury she is likely to suffer is a sore vagina.

But what makes a woman want to be sexually used in this way?

According to psychologists there are a number of reasons. One of the main things which these women have in common is a difficulty in attaining orgasm. Another characteristic is a high degree of masochism. A common masochist fantasy of some women is that of being raped by a number of men. It seems that the woman who submits to a gang bang often fantasises that she is being raped.

Most of the women who submit to this act find that normal sexual relations are not very satisfactory for them. Many women of this type have subsequently sought psychiatric help, and on being medically examined, it has been discovered that they have a high degree of congestion round the pelvic area. A similar condition may be found in prostitutes, and indicates sexual excitement without the release of orgasm. Many of these women have abnormal conditions of the genital organs, the most common abnormality being that of a hooded clitoris. This condition, which is easily corrected by minor surgery, is often responsible for the women concerned experiencing either great difficulty in gaining orgasm, or being unable to attain it at all.

But it is not always a psychological or physical abnormality which leads to a woman being involved in a gang bang, especially when smaller numbers of men are involved. Often it is just a matter of her mood and the circumstances being right. Take a sexy girl and three men, put them together, and the day is sure to arrive when she will be feeling in a particularly sexy mood, and all the men will reap the benefit.

Amaryllis A — was one of the women we interviewed upon this subject, and it was not difficult to see that she was quite normal in her sexual attitudes and functionings. But she had one experience of a gang bang, and she described to us what she felt about this episode:

'It happened about four years ago. At this time I had this boyfriend, Alan. He had these two close friends, Bob and Ritchie. One day we all went down to the coast to see Ritchie, who lived there. There was this little island quite a long way out, and we all decided to go there in Ritchie's boat. It was a glorious hot day, and we all went in bathing costumes.

'It took quite a long time to reach the island, but it was worth the journey, because it was really nice, and completely deserted. There was even a little beach. We had a picnic on the beach, and then we decided to do some sunbathing. It was really hot — the sun was beating down on us.

'I remember I turned over and undid the strap of my bikini bra, and the boys made a few joking references to this. I said something like, 'If Alan and I were on our own we would have stripped off completely by now.' 'That's a good idea,' said Alan, and I looked round to see him pulling down his bathing trunks, exposing his cock and balls and everything. The other boys laughed at this, and they started pulling down their trunks as well. When I next looked round they were all naked. Well, I felt a bit over-dressed by now. I felt a bit embarrassed, because I kept wanting to look at their pricks, but they didn't seem to mind being naked in front of me, so in the end I sat up minus my bikini top, and the boys whistled as they saw my naked breasts. 'And now the rest,' Bob said. So I just shrugged, and stood up in front of them to take down my pants. Seeing them all naked, watching me, their pricks lying across their thighs, all different, I suddenly felt terrifically sexy. Drawing down my bikini pants I felt myself getting all wet. Especially when I saw Bob's prick was getting a bit thicker, lifting itself a little into the air.

'Alan saw Bob's erection, too and he laughed. He put out his hand and flipped it, and said, 'What's this, you dirty sod? She's my girl, you know.' There was a lot of dirty talk after this, and pretty soon all the boys were getting erections. I lay on my side, looking at Ritchie and Bob. Bob's prick was circumcised, and was very large. Now it was erect it pointed towards his head, the end of it looking as though it would be all soft to the touch. Ritchie's was smaller, and uncircumcised. His prick was fully erect, too, and it looked really firm and rigid. As I lay there I suddenly felt Alan's body behind me, and felt his erect prick as he pressed it against my bottom. I felt marvellously sexy, and didn't care what happened — I felt as though the moisture was literally running out of me. Alan was gently rubbing his prick on my bottom. I said to him, 'How about those two — they've only got each other?' He said, 'You can take care of them if you want.'

'I did want! I reached out my hand, and took hold of Bob's prick. It throbbed under my touch. I gently ran my fingers over the shaft, and then down, to cup his balls. I can't describe how it felt to feel Alan's prick behind me and to hold Bob's prick and balls in my hand. 'Hey, how about me?' said Ritchie. 'Come here, then!' I said, and he came round. I sat up, and Bob made room for Ritchie. I held Bob's prick with one hand and Ritchie's with the other.

'That's how it started. We did all kinds of things that afternoon, things I wouldn't normally have dreamed of doing. I remember at one point Alan was having me from the rear. I was on my knees, bending over. Ritchie was lying in front of me, and I had his cock in my mouth. Then, with my hand, I was massaging Bob's. And I remember Ritchie having me, his prick circling round in my vagina, while I held Bob with one hand and Alan with the other. I remember sitting on Bob's enormous prick, while Ritchie half-stood with me sucking on his prick, just going mad with what I felt.

'I must have come about a dozen times that afternoon. I sucked off Ritchie twice, Bob once and Alan once, allowing them all to come in my mouth. I just couldn't get enough of them. I must have been like a nymphomaniac. I just wanted prick after prick, feeling them going off in my hands, my mouth and my vagina.

'Afterwards, Alan thought it was a big joke. It quite shook me, though. I hadn't realised I could get so carried away that I would lose all control.'

This is the account of an ordinary girl realising for the first time the strength of her own sexual desires. But the gang bang rarely comes about for such normal and healthy reasons.

More often the girl, as we have already said, is masochistically inclined, desperate to experience the orgasm that has so often eluded her, wanting a prick that will never get soft, on which she can grind out the consummation she needs so badly. The men take a sadistic pleasure in using her body in such a casual way, and also gain a certain degree of repressed homosexual pleasure from watching each other in sexual action and plunging their penises into the seminal emissions of their fellows.

Our last account, illustrating all these points, is one that was told us by Cynthia W—. She told us how she went with a dozen men, taking them to her own flat, where all of them stripped naked in her bedroom.

The first three men had intercourse with her normally, but then things took a different turn:

'The next one came up to me. My vagina was crying out for him, but he came up to the bed, and thrust his penis towards my mouth. I tried to turn my head away, but he forced me to take him between my lips, forcing me to open my jaws and take him right inside. I started mouthing at him, feeling the ridge with my tongue, moving my mouth up and down the shaft. I had to put down my hand, sticking my own fingers into my vagina, trying to fill up the yawning gap.

'I felt his prick suddenly beginning to pulse, and then the hot jetting of his juices. I took them all down, sucking the last drops from his pulsing tool. The next man came up, roughly turned me over, and with horror I felt the tip of his prick probing at my bottom. I heard him say to the others that he needed some Vaseline, and one of the other men started rummaging in my bedside cabinet. I got angry then, but the man held me down so that I was helpless. I heard a man say he'd got the Vasaline, and then the first man rubbed it all over his prick. I felt the probing again, and then, with a pain, I felt him entering my bottom.

'I had never ever contemplated doing such a thing, and I was horrified when I felt him slowly filling me there. Why couldn't he put it where I needed it? He began to move, feeling massive. I felt uncomfortable, as though I were passing a motion, and I began to fear that I actually was. I looked up. The other man was standing above me, watching, his hand round the shaft of his prick, masturbating violently. 'No!' I called out. I wanted that prick in my vagina. But it was too late. It began to spurt, the semen falling down all over my face and, when I hid my face in the sheet, all over my neck and hair.

'I felt the man in my bottom coming ...

'After they had gone I felt utterly degraded. I realised how I had been used by them, and how I had allowed myself to be used. I knew then that if things went on like this, I would end up killing myself.'

Cynthia subsequently saw her doctor, and three months later had been cured of the hooded clitoris that had been preventing her normal sexual functioning.

So, like all human sexual activity, the gang bang can be either a healthy, friendly sexual romp, or a sick and perverse working out of sexual neurosis. Unfortunately it is more likely to be the latter.

Like all sexual encounters, much depends upon the personalities of those who take part.

Let us hope that as the times become more enlightened, the gang bang will truly become what its name suggests — a friendly, cheerful, satisfying sexual encounter.