"I'm not doing another gangbang, it's just an excuse for your deadbeat friends to get a cheap lay!" I told my husband Rick.
Ever since I had agreed to fuck some of his friends at a poker party in our place a few weeks ago he had been bugging me for an encore performance.
I had way too much to drink when I agreed to do a strip for the guys and ended up fucking all seven of them. It ended up with Rick video recording seven hard cocks penetrating my every opening time and time again. I do mean every opening, I took more cum that night then most women do in a lifetime! The following day I had the mother of all hangovers.
"I'm no spring chicken you know, I'm forty-two and gangbanging is a young chick's game." I protested.
"Go on, the guys love fucking you and you like it too!" Rick answered.
It was true, I had more orgasms than I could count that night and some were better than I had with Rick.
"There's a black guy wants in." Rick added.
Damn him! He knew black cocks were my weakness, "Is he hung?"
"All black guys are hung!" my husband replied.
He was right, I had experienced five black cocks in my life and they were all about nine or ten inches of thick meat. A woman does not turn down that kind of cock easily.
"O.K. but I say when I've had enough." I agreed.
"Yea, sure." Rick condescends.
I was certainly not opposed to fucking other guys, I just didn't want to get a reputation for being a slut that would fuck anybody or that Rick didn't give a shit about who fucked me.
Over the years Rick and I had done our share of swinging, I had fucked many of his workmates with their wives and often shared our bed with my younger sister who was always between lovers. Nikki and I had enjoyed each other since we were teenagers and Rick loved it when one of us sat on his cock and the other on his face.
My impromptu gangbang had consisted of an assortment of guys, they ranged from their twenties to one guy in his sixties. The youngest guy was Spence Lefties who was still living with his parents. Spence had a propensity for putting his cock in my mouth and delighted in me drinking his cum. At the other end of the scale was Charlie Beasley. Beasley was a retire neighbor from down the street with a bitch for a wife. Beasley is an ass-bandit and gave my rectum a real good work out.
This is the group I was going to do round two with plus the addition of the promised black cock.
I had an advantage over most women. Many women do not particularly like men's sperm, I love cum! I have drunk cum from a glass and drank it from my sister's pussy. The me being the reason for the production of so much cum is a turn on in itself.
Seven or eight guys cumming over and over and I was in heaven. I was definitely looking forward to my cum bath.
The situation was somewhat different this time; we all knew I was going to be fucked by everyone in attendance. The guys arrived in good spirit looking forward to pumping their sperm into me. I was waiting for them wearing no more than my housecoat.
The chatter was jovial as the guys drank their beers waiting for the evening to begin. I did a quick head count, seven guys, but it was still early and my promised black bull had not shown up yet.
The guys were getting restless and I knew I was going to have to start taking their cocks soon.
"Where's my black bull?" I asked Rick.
"He'll be here, he said he might be a bit late. He has to take his wife shopping first." Rick assured me.
"O.K. I might as well get started. I said slipping off my housecoat.
Seeing me naked triggered the stampede.
My first cock for the evening was Ken Stansell. Stansell was the ideal warm-up fuck. He was married to a cold fish of a wife and spent most of his day in his little used piano shop amusing himself. Ken had an average size cock and he came very quickly with a woman who moved while he was fucking here. I was on my back on the ping-pong table, which Rich had covered with a quilt for me. Legs spread wide-open Stansell slid smoothly into my warm damp cavern. I wrapped him in my legs and began to fuck.
As Stansell relived himself in my cunt some of the more impatient partakers begin offering their cocks to my mouth at the other end of the table. I looked up at the three guys towering over me, their erections inches from my mouth; boldly I reached up and grasped the fattest one.