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From: skipper@pipeline.com (Skipper)
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Subject: STORY - Kathy's Confession (gangbanged)
Date: Sat, 30 Nov 1996 14:39:41 GMT
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                               KATHY'S CONFESSION

My name is Kathy (I'll just leave this on a first name basis) and live
in one
of the suburbs of Dayton, Ohio.  I've read a number of stories of
sexual
exploits on the local bulletin boards, some which obviously were
fantasies, some
which I believed to be true.  After reading a few of these, I debated
telling
"my story"...which occurred during my college days which I think of as
my "bad
girl" days.  After thinking about it, I've decided to go ahead and
tell this
story through a bbs because it seemed the most anonymous way to do it.
I've
told very few people, but lately have had the urge to tell the story.

I came to Dayton in 1976 from Indianapolis to attend the University of
Dayton. 
I was 18, just graduated from high school and wanting to get away from
home but
not too far away, so Dayton seemed perfect.  I wasn't a virgin, but
wasn't
terribly experienced sexually, either, having had two serious
boyfriends and one
one-night-stand.  My senior year steady had gone off to college in
Michigan, so
I felt like I was free to date when I got to Dayton.  So, I moved out
to Dayton
and started college.  I've always been pretty outgoing, so I quickly
made a
number of new friends, most of who liked to party.  Early in the first
semester,
I went with three other girls in my class down to Flanagan's bar near
campus. 
We were there for awhile splitting pitchers of beer and got talking to
three
guys sitting at a nearby table.  I hit it off with one of the guys and
spent a
while talking to him.  He told me his name was Bob and was down here
visiting
friends, but was a junior at Ohio Northern.  He was about 6', tanned
and very
muscular.  I was very attracted to him and found myself thinking "Hmm,
I don't
know this guy very well, but with a little effort on his part, I could
be had
tonight"...  We kept talking and he told me that he was very attracted
to
redheads. (I should describe myself, I guess...I was 18, 5'7, 125lbs,
36-26-35,
red hair (carrot top))  After talking for awhile, he asked if I wanted
to
leave...which we did.  We made some excuses to the others and left for
his car
which turned out to be a van.  We got into the back of the van,
started kissing
and he wasted no time in getting my blouse off of me.  By that time, I
was very
turned on and was kissing him passionately while unbuttoning his
shirt. I
whispered "I don't normally let guys pick me up in bars like this..."
He said that he believed me but was glad the two of us had gotten
together.  I
slid his shirt off of him, revealing a very muscular chest.  I was
kissing his
chest while he unsnapped my bra.  He gently maneuvered me onto my back
and
unsnapped my jeans.  At that point, I was as horny as I could get,
squirming to
let him get my pants off and saying "Bob, I want you, I want you so
bad".  He
quickly took my panties off and then started undoing his belt.  I
heard myself
say "Please let me do that".  He agreed and came closer, kneeling next
to me. 
I propped myself up and started undoing his belt, undid his pants and
unzipped
him, dropping his jeans down around his knees.  I kissed his stomach
above his
underwear band and said "Bob, let me blow you".  I got no argument as
I pulled
down his underwear and started to suck, stroking his balls with one
hand and
rubbing his ass with the other.  He positioned himself on top of me,
letting me
suck while gently thrusting in and out a little.  In high school, I
had blown
my other two boyfriends and didn't mind doing it, but I found that
this night
I was really enjoying it.  I wanted it to last for a while so I sucked
slowly
while maneuvering my tongue around.  I laughed to myself thinking "If
my friends
in the bar could see me now".  I knew Bob was really enjoying having
his redhead
suck him as he was looking down at me and smiling ear to ear, which
turned me
on even more.  He was reaching behind himself and fingering me which
was driving
me wild.  After about 5 minutes more of sucking, I could sense he was
about
ready when he asked if I would do something for him.  I nodded with
stopping
from working on him.  He said, "Let me come in your mouth, Kathy".  I
looked up,
wide-eyed, having done that once before but only accidentally.  He
looked down,
smiling and nodding his head and said "Don't stop, I'm close, just
squeeze my
ass if it is okay".  I looked up at him again, closed my eyes, and
felt my hand
squeeze his ass and pull him closer.  It seemed like only a few
seconds when he
exploded in my mouth.  A lot went immediately down my throat, and I
swallowed
the right a few seconds later.  He rolled backwards off of me and laid
on his
back.  He rested for a second, then quickly slid his head down between
my legs. 
I willingly spread my legs and got treated to the most tantalizingly
slow
licking I had ever had.  He was damn good and obviously loved oral.
He licked
me slowly, literally driving me wild.  He had me dripping wet and had
me begging
him to fuck me.  I was so wild, I was offering to blow him all night
if he would
only fuck me.  I knew what I was saying, but in my mind, couldn't
believe I was
begging a man to ball me.  He kept licking, getting faster and faster,
until I
finally came in the most massive orgasm I had ever had.  In the
meantime, he had
evidently gotten hard again, recovering from my blowjob.  As I was
still
recovering from being eaten, I felt him lift my legs and put them on
his
shoulders.  He asked if I still wanted to be fucked, to which I said
"Yes, do
it...fuck me". He did.  He literally pounded me for about fifteen
minutes,
causing me to come at least 3 times.  He rolled me on my stomach and
kept
pounding me from behind.  After a few more minutes, he finally came
and we both
collapsed, exhausted.  We fell asleep for about half and hour and then
got
dressed and he took me home. Before he left, we traded phone numbers
and he said
that he would be coming down in a few weeks and could we get together.
I said
yes, and we made a date for that Friday night.

Well, something came up at the last minute, and Bob couldn't make it
that
weekend, having to cancel at the last minute.  I kidded with him on
the phone
asking him if he had met another girl. (He had a girlfriend up there
already,
but I didn't know that at the time).  So, with nothing better to do, a
couple
of us hit Flanagan's again.  We met some folks there that said there
was a good
party in the UD "ghetto" (off campus private housing to you folks that
don't
know the area).  So, around 9 that night, we meandered over to a house
where a
party was in full swing.  I talked, danced a little, drank some beers.
I
wandered around the house and found a poker game going on with about
ten people,
girls and guys, in one room.  Someone in this house was obviously a
serious
poker player because they had a regular table and they were all
playing for
money.  I watched for a while until one guy quit and they asked me if
I wanted
in.  I've always loved poker and was pretty good having been taught by
my older
brothers, but by the looks of the table, the stakes were pretty high
and I only
had ten dollars on me.  I said, no, too rich for me, I only have ten
dollars. 
They said the stakes weren't high, it just looked like a lot of money
because
there were so many players.  So, I bought in with my ten dollars and
promptly
went on a winning streak, at one point being up by about a hundred
dollars.  By
that point, it was about 1 am and the party downstairs had ended and
the game
dwindled down to me and three guys who were determined not to let a
girl beat
them.  I knew I should have quit because I was getting tired, but part
of me
wanted to wipe these guys out.  My luck turned, though, and pretty
soon I was
down to about two bucks.  I lost that and announced I was quitting and
going
home (my friends had left hours before, appalled at my poker playing).
One of
the guys, Jim, looked at me and said "Hmm, not a true gambler quitting
like
that".  I said, "well, I'm broke, you guys won".  Jim asked me if I'd
be willing
to put up a piece of clothing as collateral, if so, I could stay in
the next
hand.  He said, anything would do and I wouldn't have to give it up
unless I
lost.  I was wearing shoes, socks, jeans, panties, bra, blouse and a
sweater
over the blouse, so I thought "I have enough clothes to win a hand or
two
without having to show anything".  I agreed and the shoes became
collateral. 
I lost those, and put up the socks as collateral the next time, also
losing. 
The third hand I used the sweater and won, and I was happily back in
the money. 
I won a few more hands but was soon broke again and decided to try one
more hand
with the sweater.  I lost, drawing nothing better than a pair of
fours.  At that
point, I decided to quit, but the guys had one last proposition for
me.  Jim
(obviously the bold one) looked at me and said "Are you willing to put
it all
on the line?"  I said, "what?"  He said "will you put all your clothes
on the
line against the whole pot of money?"  The pot was big, about $250, so
it was
tempting.  There was a bit of an argument among the three of them, but
they
finally agreed.  Jim said, "it's been a long night, and we'd like to
end it by
having you up on the table dancing and stripping for us".  I said,
"Yeah, I bet
you would like that".  I thought about it, and finally said, "I'll bet
but on
these terms: I'm outnumbered, so one hand isn't fair.  We play three
hands. If
I win one of them, I get the money.  If I lose, we'll close the
drapes, I'll get
up on the table and do the best strip-show you've ever seen".  They
quickly
agreed and we started to play.  I lost the first hand and starting
wondering if
this had been a smart idea and if the beer had gotten the better of
me.  We
played the second hand, I got 2 pair and felt confident but one guy
had two pair
also,king high.  Another lost hand.  I was visibly nervous at this
point,
knowing it was all coming down to one hand.  The guys were being nice
though,
although they couldn't help but smile.  The last hand was being dealt
while I
was thinking "geez, in a few minutes I might be naked in front of
three guys". 
I chuckled nervously inside thinking that at least they were good
looking guys. 
I looked down at my hand and saw two eights and a Jack and a five and
a seven. 
I kept the eights and drew three.  The draw was three fours...I had a
full
house...I was going to win!  Two guys had nothing and Jim was
grinning.  He
asked what I had and I showed the full house, smiling.  He looked and
said
"Yes!" and put his hand down.  I looked down at four tens and realized
I had
lost. At that point, I didn't move. One guy put the top on the table
while the
other shut the curtains and put some music on.  Jim came up behind me
and
whispered "It'll be all right, Kathy. Show us what you've got.  This
will be our
secret."  He kissed me on the cheek and patted my ass and sat down
with the
other two guys in front of the table.  I was nervous, but determined
not to let
it show.  I thought "Well Kathy, you put your ass on the line and now
it's time
to pay the bet". I climbed up on the table thinking "All right, here
goes...I'm
going to do one damn good strip for these guys".  I started dancing
and swaying
to the music and after a minute or so started unbuttoning my blouse.
As it fell
open, I swayed and jumped a bit letting them see my bra jiggle.  I
turned my
back toward them and let the blouse fall, turning around and
continuing to
dance.  I danced some more and then undid my jeans, sliding them down
around my
hips and finally dropping them and kicking them off the table.  I
danced around
in my bra and panties, wishing I had worn my black or red
set..haha..if I only
knew I would be stripping!  The guys knew it was payoff time and were
fixed on
me as I danced.  I reached around, undid the bra but held it up in
front,
letting the straps fall down my arms.  I suddenly realized that I was
starting
to enjoy this a little myself.  Something inside me said "DO IT! SHOW
'EM YOUR
TITS!  MAKE THEM CRAZY".  I did, I dropped the bra, danced, swayed and
jumped,
shaking my breasts in front of them.  I dropped down to my knees, got
on all
fours and pulled my panties down in the back.  I got back up, danced
some more,
then went down on my back, lifted my legs, and pulled the panties off
and tossed
them.  I spread my legs, giving them a full view and then got back up
and
danced.  I faced away from them, bent over and gave them a rear view
and ran my
finger across the lips.  The embarrassment was gone as I realized that
I really
was turned on...  I went back on my back, did one more leg spread for
them and
then stopped and laid on the table.  The guys applauded wildly...  I
thought "my
first strip got rave reviews".  I looked up and noticed that Jim was
standing
right next to the table looking down at me.  He said "You were great,
Kathy. 
You have one hell of a body and you do know how to shake your ass".  I
looked
up and managed a smile, too tired to say anything.  Jim had other
plans
though...he quickly inserted two fingers in my pussy and said "Hmm,
seems like
you enjoyed the strip too.  Looks like Kathy likes being naked in
front of us". 
He started pushing his fingers in and out and I protested saying "I
didn't agree
to this".  He said, "I know, but it doesn't seem like you mind too
much. I think
you're turned on by being naked in front of three horny guys".  He
kept
fingering me and I was getting wetter but I didn't stop him.  After a
minute, I suddenly realized that I WAS turned on and I was bucking
against his
hand which he had stopped moving.  Our eyes met, and I knew I had been
caught.
I said, "I'm turned on, very turned on".  He laughed and said, "I
think we all
are" and pulled me up and kissed me while finger fucking me.  We
stopped kissing
and I said "Am I going to be gang-banged?"  He said, "Is that what you
want?" 
I said, "yes". Jim said, "then just ask, all you've gotta do is ask".
I managed
to squeak out "I want to take you all on".  I had pretty much lost
control to
my desires at that point and said I wanted to blow Jim in front of his
friends.
He didn't put up any argument.  I knelt down, feeling incredibly horny
that I
was going to blow a guy in front of two others and sucked Jim off
while the
other guys watched wide-eyed. After I finished, I was picked up by the
guys and
carried to a bedroom where they took turns eating me and fucking me
and letting
me suck them.  Ron, a stocky blond who had been the quietest, turned
out to be
the stud of the bunch--he balled me three times that night--once from
behind
while I was down on all fours blowing Jim for the second time.  By 8
am, I had
spent most of the night with my legs in the air and was worn out but
happy.  We
did the three on one thing several more times that year until they all
graduated
in May.  I never heard that the story got out, probably because they
had steady
girlfriends and Jim was getting married in June.  I didn't do any more
group sex
during my remaining three years in college, mainly because the
opportunity never
seemed to arise.  Although I had become a seasoned pro at it over the
year, I
wasn't quite ready to initiate it.

I lost track of those guys after the end of my freshman year, but
toward the end
of my junior year, I got a call from Jim, who wanted to get together
for lunch. 
I was a bit leery about that because of our past together and the fact
that I
knew he was now married.  He seemed to sense my uneasiness about
meeting and
said that it wasn't a "date" but really a business meeting as he
wanted to talk
to me about my working at the company he was with.  I agreed to meet
him the
next day at a local restaurant.  

When I got to the restaurant, he was there waiting at the front door.
"He
really does look good", I thought.  He was tanned and obviously
working out
regularly.  He hugged me a gave me a peck on the cheek and said I was
looking
great.  I pushed aside the feelings that brought back, reminding
myself that was
a long time ago.  We were seated and ordered lunch and talked some
about old
times, friends, his wife, etc.  He ordered me a "Long Island Iced
Tea", a drink
which I had never had.  I drank that down quickly because it didn't
taste strong
and ordered another.  About halfway through that, I realized I was a
little
buzzed.  Jim started talking about his work, saying that he was in
sales and was
currently bidding on a large contract with an out of state company and
the deal
was between his company and one other.  He said he had invited the guy
who was
going to make the final decision to see the offices and facilities.  I
said,
"Oh, sounds interesting, but where do I fit in to all this?"  He said
that he'd
be meeting with the guy all day but would like for someone to take him
to dinner
and show him the town that evening.  He said that he would rather
someone pretty
take him out rather than doing it himself.  I said, "Oh this is some
kind of
blind date? You know, I've got a steady boyfriend now and don't
date...especially blind dates".  "Well", he said, "I rather it not
look like a
date, anyway.  I'd like you to pose as my secretary.  I want to set up
dinner
and then back out at the last minute and pretend to ask you to sub for
me."  I
thought about it and said, "I don't know, not really my style".  He
said "this
is a great deal for you.  All you need to do is come to the office in
the
afternoon and act like you are working while he is around and then
meet him for
dinner and dancing.  Buy a nice dinner dress and the company will pay
for it. 
The whole evening is on the company tab and you get paid $500.00."
Finally, it
hit me..."Jim", I said, "You want me to ball him, don't you?" I was
incredulous.

I had done a lot of crazy stuff but had never gotten paid for it.  He
looked a
little embarrassed, but said "I need to pull out all the stops on this
deal,
Kathy.  This might just be the edge.  I need someone that I can count
on".  He
moved closer and put his hand on my knee and looked at me and said "I
know I
shouldn't be saying this, but you're damn good in bed.  If anyone
deserves to
get paid for it, it's you."  I actually blushed at that, not sure
though if I
was being complimented.  The waitress came back and he ordered me
another drink
before I could say no.  After a minute or so, I gulped the drink and
finally
said "Jim, you of all people know I love sex but, geez, this is like
turning a
trick."  He grinned and said, "Exciting thought, though, isn't it".
He said
"don't answer yet, just think about it."  We talked some more and the
waitress
brought the check.  I was starting to notice that Jim was doing a lot
of looking
at my chest and thought "I wonder if he is going to try to make me".
He paid
the check and said "Let's drive around and talk a bit."  I said okay
and we went
off in his car.  He said that he thought about me a lot and missed the
days of
our group sessions, saying it was the best sex he had ever had.  We
had driven
out by the Dayton Mall and he pulled into the lot and parked.  He
looked at me
and said that he wasn't planning on coming on to me but that seeing me
again had
turned him on.  He took my hand and put it on his pants and I could
tell he
wasn't kidding.  I shouldn't have, but I gave him a little squeeze
through his
pants.  He put his arm around me and pulled me closer and starting
kissing me. 
I responded, not being sure if I was excited because of the drinks,
Jim, or the
fact that someone's husband wanted me.  He unbuttoned a button on my
blouse and
slid a hand inside and into my bra.  He said, "it's been a long time
since I
felt them".  He then slid his hand up my leg and started pressing my
pussy
against my pantyhose.  We kissed and I suggested a motel.  We went to
a motel
and quickly got into bed and went at it like old times. When it was
over, we
laid there and cuddled.  I kissed him and said "Jim, I'll do it.  I'll
be the
company whore."  He said "are you sure?  I didn't mean to pressure
you."  I
grinned and said, "Jim, I want the job.  I'm applying for it.  Hire
me."  He
laughed and said "the job is yours."

Well, I went through with it.  The guy was about thirty, pretty
average, not bad
in bed, although I wore him out.  And getting paid for it was a turn
on, I must
admit, although I never did that again and don't recommend it these
days.  Jim
got the contract and eventually moved out of town.  I still get
Christmas cards.
Well, that's my confession.  These days, I'm a 34 year old housewife.
I might
pass you in Kroger.  But I won't tell this story there.