A semi-autobiographical account of my sexual encounters over many years.
Chapter Thirty-Nine. 2017 July to December.
(Late-July.) Bob and the Rugby Club.
The culmination of my time as Bob's 'sex-slave' was an extremely large gang-bang, unbelievably large in fact.
Bob told me that he was a member of the local rugby club, a non-playing member nowadays, and this fateful weekend was the first match of the new season. A pre-season friendly actually and the first of several, this one against a neighbouring team.
"I'll be introducing you to the teams after the game," Bob grinned, going on to tell me the introductions would take place in the club house, "inside the changing rooms in fact. You'll remember this day for years to come because all the guys who fancy a bit will fuck you in the changing rooms. With fifteen guys plus eight substitutes on each side and various other club officials and members I would estimate that you're going to be fucked by at least forty guys, perhaps more, depending on how many are interested in having an old slut like you."
Boringly, I had to accompany Bob to the match itself first, where I watched the predominantly well-built rugby players with an interest that had little to do with the game.
With the match over and the crowd dispersing Bob took me to the club house.
Firstly to the bar where he introduced me to various rugby club officials and others with the words, "This is the mature tart I told you guys about, the one who is very keen for a large scale gang-bang, right Sandi?"
"Right," I confirmed, knowing I had little choice but to go along with him, not that being taken by a large group of males bothered me, just the reverse of course.
"I thought the changing rooms would be the best place for the action, out the way of anyone coming into the clubhouse and being offended. Have you appraised the visiting side?"
"Yes, they know what to expect and not many have declined the offer," a moustachioed guy in his late-fifties, the club president in fact, told Bob.
Leaving the bar, Bob led the way along a corridor and through a door marked Changing Room 1.
Inside I saw naked guys, loads of them, some chatting while others towelled down in the large shower area.
My eyes drank in the male flesh greedily and I was hardly aware of Bob unzipping the back of my light summer dress and peeling it down my body. Fingers, either Bob's or someone else's, undid my bra and its removal was greeted by a very loud cheer from the guys. Hands came round to cup my breasts and I glanced briefly over my shoulder to see the club president.
Other guys were entering from the away changing area now and the room suddenly seemed full. I looked around at the sea of naked guys, the many cocks of all shapes, sizes and colours, mostly erect, confronting me. It was impossible to count them but I assumed Bob's earlier assessment was about right. There must be forty to fifty mostly naked guys in the room, all wanting me. Fantastic!
"Let's have her knickers off and get started guys."
It was the large figure of the team captain who proceeded to rip my panties from my body, to loud cheers and shouts from the others.
I grabbed his penis eagerly with my right hand, my left seeking for and quickly finding a second one.
"You were right Bob, we've a real goer here."
"Of course. I told you, Sandi's a slut ready and eager to take on all-comers," Bob replied.
Surrounded by naked guys, many hands pawing and groping at my flesh, I did indeed feel in my element as I grabbed penis after penis.
"Stand back lads so we can get organized," a voice said and when a space around me was cleared I saw a guy wheeling a sort of trolley, something used to move equipment I think.
There were waist-high handles at either end of the trolley and when Bob draped a few towels on the flat base and told me to climb aboard I did so, wondering what he had in mind.
"Form an orderly line lads," he instructed and with me part-sitting, part-laying on the trolley he and another guy wheeled it to the end of the line.
"We'll push the trolley along the row while you suck all the cocks Sandi," Bob informed me, although I'd deduced as much by this time.
I looked at the seemingly endless line of naked guys arranged around three walls of the changing room, the numerous cocks awaiting my attention, with mounting excitement. It seemed too good to be true!
Then I sucked the first one into my mouth and took the next in line in my hand. Apparently Bob allocated approximately twenty seconds to each guy before wheeling me along to the next. Naturally, I also held two more cocks while sucking each one.
It took nearly twenty minutes to reach the end of the line whereupon Bob announced that he was wheeling me round the room again.
"This time suck their balls, all of them."
And that's exactly what happened. Sucking the many sets of balls presented to my mouth, some hairy, some shaven and some in between, I was in my element and grew particularly excited on hearing Bob say, "When you've finished this the guys are going to lick your cunt, all forty-eight of them."
"Forty-eight did you say?" I asked, wondering if I could believe my ears.
"That's right," he confirmed, "and for the finale all forty-eight will fuck you in succession, really give your sluttish cunt a pounding and open it up. I'm looking forward to seeing it as much as you are for the experience."
By the time I'd been wheeled to the end of the line, sucking balls while juggling others in my hands as I went, I found that an adjustable metal table, or possibly work bench, had appeared in the centre of the room.
Spreading a number of towels on the table top Bob and a couple of willing assistants lifted me onto it. I settled back on the damp towels and the height of the table was adjusted. When the desired height had been set, Bob instructed a couple of guys to lift my legs up at right angles to my body.
"That's it lads, hold the tart's legs wide apart."
Then the club president buried his face between my thighs while guys either side of the table seized my breasts. I eagerly grabbed a couple of cocks to hold while the president licked my cunt, eventually giving way to one of the others.
This time a second guy joined in, leaning over the table from the side to lick my cunt from above.
I have no idea of the number of orgasms I experienced as the guys continually replaced one another performing cunnilingus on me. Of course, others caressed my body and sucked my nipples while in return I played with the many cocks placed in my hands.
There was a lull then while I was lifted from the table which was quickly carried away, though not before the towels had been deposited on the floor ready for me to lay on.
"Oh, I need the loo first," I begged.
"Use the shower so we can watch you pissing. It can easily be washed away after," someone suggested so I walked across to the shower area.
About to squat, someone told me, "Piss standing up so we can see better."
So it was that I stood there urinating, feet planted wide apart, and with dozens of guys watching.
Feeling much relieved and highly excited I then stretched out on the towels and spreading my legs looked up in eager anticipation at the mass of naked guys surrounding me.
Again it was the club president who went first, mounting me with encouragement from Bob. My cry when his penis drove into me was drowned out by the roar which went up from the guys.
With the noise dying away I heard Bob shout, "Great, the first of forty-eight cocks to drill your sluttish cunt Sandi!"
When the club president finished and rose to his feet I reached up eagerly for the next guy. And so it went on.
I lay there, my body automatically responding to the succession of cocks thrusting into me, as the guys replaced one another between my thighs.
"Keep it going guys, don't give the slut any breathing space, give her whore's cunt a bloody good pounding!" Bob shouted from time to time.
Faces became a blur as guy after guy loomed over me and cock after cock drove into me. I knew I'd never recognise the majority of the guys if ever I met any of them again.
Eventually, after what seemed an age, it was over. Unbelievably I'd been fucked by all forty-eight of them and remained laying on the towels with legs flung wide, perhaps even regretting that there weren't more!
Of course, the adventure wasn't actually over yet and despite the numbers thinning when some guys left for home plenty stayed on wanting more.
A large empty beer keg was rolled into the room and wooden chocks used to hold it stationary. Yet again towels were used for cushioning, perhaps six or more placed over the keg for padding.
"Right boys, hold the tart face down over the barrel and let the fun continue."
It was of course Bob's voice and willing hands carried out his instructions. At that point someone decided to blindfold me and so when a penis drove into me I didn't bother turning my head and try to see who it was.
Held in place face down over the beer barrel, I was delighted to find myself being fucked yet again by a succession of guys.
"If anyone wants to give it to her up the arse feel free, the old tart loves cock in all her holes."
I wasn't surprised by Bob's shout or the feel of cold lubricant subsequently being smeared in and around my anus.
A cock, I've no idea whose of course, then drove into my anus, strong hands gripping my hips as the unknown guy bum fucked me fiercely.
I became aware of someone kneeling beside my head and then, his lips close to my ear Bob hissed, "I can see ten or a dozen guys lubricating their cocks ready to fuck you up the arse, you wanton slut."
Bob may or may not have been telling the truth but my yells rang out, intensifying as they echoed around the changing room walls, while cock after cock penetrated my anus.
It seemed to go on and on but eventually the action ceased and Bob announced triumphantly, "Eleven; eleven cocks up your greasy arse hole!"
The blindfold was removed but they continued to hold me face down over the barrel so that some could use their phones to take pictures of what Bob called, "Your gaping cunt and arse holes."
