The Gangbang Part 1
Early into Saturday afternoon, I was relaxing in the bathtub. Instead of showering, I decided I wanted to pamper myself and set a warm bubble bath.
The kids, I'd taken to mama's for the weekend. It was just me and Randy and he was in the kitchen making me a icy margarita while I soaked and scrubbed at the mosquito bites around my ankles I'd gotten a few hours earlier while taking a walk with him through the woods on what I call the back-forty, some woody wetlands south of the neighborhood.
Mr. Gracious came in with a smile, gazed at me covered in bubbles and sat himself on the edge, handing me the margarita.
"Almost showtime," he said, beaming down on me like a goofy human lighthouse. I grimaced, smiled, took my drink, had a sip and went over in my mind the company we expected: Manny, Chuey and Imelda, Roland and his brother Sam, and supposedly Roland was also bringing a irlfriend, some black bitch I didn't know. At least I wouldn't have to face all those men alone, or so I thought.
"Looking forward to it?" he asked, for the umpteenth time. I was in a mellow marijuana-induced fog and on my first of what I expected would be many strong margaritas. I can hold my liquor and drink some men under the table.
"I guess ... it feels better now that it's here. I was sick with anxiety attacks waitin' all these days for this to happen," I replied. "More like years, waitin' for years," he said. I tipped my salty-edged glass and lifted a wet wide leg out of the water and splashed Randy's back.
"I gave you a lotta good lovin' and still you gripe about me not bein' slutty enough. You should be glad I made you wait this long. You turn me loose like this, better watch out, I may be more of a hoe than you can handle from now on," I warned.
"Baby, you can't be enough of a hoe fer me. I love my wifey as nasty as she can get!" he said, following that with a stupid giggle. I found his giggles irritating. Reminded me of that dumbass sheriff's deputy in Dukes of Hazard. I asked him to leave and let me relax. I had to be alone with my thoughts. He obeyed and I lay back, my glass in one hand and my other hand reaching down to my pussy. I played in the wetlands and thought of Manny and Chuey giving me a hellacious double-penetration.
"Ohhhhhhh," I moaned.
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Two hours later, I was dressed in jewelry: a white gold ankle bracelet on my left ankle, a sterling bracelet with sun and heart charms on my right wrist, a thin white gold chain with a cheap steel Playboy icon pendant set just above my cleavage, a steel rolo link chain around my waist and plain sterling bands on the middle finger of each hand and my yellow gold wedding band, with the accompanying princess cut 2-carat fake diamond solitaire.
I put on a see-through blue negligee that just covered my ass, blue lacey panties with a matching blue lacey push-up bra. The under garments was new. I saved up for them for this occasion and they were satin and a royal blue. I put the makeup on a little heavy and dark: cinnamon eyeshadow, mauve lipstick, a lot of tan blush, black lip liner. I plucked the eyebrows some and puckered at the mirror, thinking I looked pretty damn whorey.
I'd lifted the glass from the vanity dresser and finished off my second margarita. "Mmmmm." I was feeling okay.
I stood up and looked me over in the fullview mirror. That was always harder. My tits were nice, 40Ds dont disappoint, even on a bad day. But my ass was big, that's not gonna change. I had a pot belly, more like a small kettle there. Still had the cellulose on the thighs. I weighed myself and was surprised to see I'd come in at 172 pounds!
I had lost 6 pounds since I last checked.
"Must be the stress," I thought. I went to the living room and borrowed a cigarette from Randy. I normally don't smoke tobackey, but today was special. I stood at the screen door, letting hot air in and by the time I was down to the filter, a old red Ford Mustang was coming up the street.
"Chuey's coming," I told Randy.
He snapped up, got to his feet and came to the door and put an arm around me. I guess he was almost as anxious as I was.
As the car pulled up behind Randy's pickup, Chuey and Imelda got out. Chuey is 5 feet 10 inches, what I think of as a little tall for a Mexican. He's dark and stocky, probably 210 pounds. He wore a wifebeater sleeveless shirt, and long baggy khaki denim shorts, some pricey tennis shoes.
Imelda looked good. In fact better than me, which was irritating since I was supposed to be the center of attention at this evenings debauchery. She was also dark-skinned, about 5 feet 4 inches, (three inches shorter than me), but lean and muscular, looked about 120 pounds. Damn!
She had long black shiny hair and a handsome face for a Mexican: high broad cheekbones, a broad triangular native american-type nose, full lips that were like a bow-and-arrow on its side and stretched to the maximum tension, a dimple in her chin. Her cup size looked like a perky 34D and she had less waist than me, made her bubble ass look more curvey.
I have curves, but they're bigger and not as angular. She just had more definition and her walk showed it. I hated her.
When they came in everybody hugged everybody like we were old friends. We were, but not this close. But the occasion seemed to call for shows of affection.
Chuey got right to the point when he hugged me. His hands slid down and squeezed my ass cheeks. He kissed me full on the lips and offered tongue. I reluctantly accepted but did not reply by offering my tongue. We slowly broke our hold and Randy led me to the sofa and sat next to me.
Chuey sat in the lazy chair opposite us and Imelda put her put on the armrest and put a pretty brown leg on Chuey's lap. She immediately reached down and stroked his cock. Not to be outdone, I reached down and stroked Randy's cock.
"So," Chuey said. "How's it gonna happen?" Randy said, "I thought we'd get them to suck us off first and then have them switch."
There was a pause.
"Um, sorry. Where's my manners. Do you two wants drinks? We just made a fresh pitcher of margarita."
They both said yes and I got up and went to the kitchen. I felt butterflies in my stomach but they were under control.
I came back with their drinks and Imelda took hers with a kind of sneering smile that was unnerving.
When Chuey took his, he held my hand and said, "You gonna make a fine slut, Terry. You a little big, but men love meat when it's packaged like that, heh heh heh."
He sounded like a jerk. I smiled and decided not to say anything.
I went back and sat with Randy, but then he got up and asked me if I wanted another one. How thoughtfull, I thought.
"No Randy, I think you should light up a blunt. I haven't had one in four hours. He went to the bedroom for the stash. I sat there, looking at the carpet. I was bothering me watching them both stair at me, sneering at me. They did not have kind faces. These were hardcore people.
"So, this is your first time, ... takin' on a gangbang," she said matter of fact like. It didn't have the tone of a question.
Imelda wore a black mini skirt with a broad band waist and side zipper. Her belly showed just a crack and there was some kind of tattoo I couldn't make out. She had on a tight olive green pleated tank with spaghetti strap, and chocolate brown leather open toe sandals. She seemed to have a perpetual sneer on her face. Her facial gestures were those of a woman leering, lascivious with her lips, cheeks and eyes. She eyed Randy a lot and kept bringin the tip of her tongue from the left corner of her mouth and sliding it across her thick bottom lip to the right corner, then back into her mouth. "Yes, it's my first," I said in a burst of exhaling air. I crossed my legs and looked from her to Chuey and back. "I guess you've done this plenty of times, huh."
Chuey laughed and she gave out an odd looking snarling smile, she stuck her tongue at Chuey like it was a spade about to plow ground. She looked at me and said, "Hey church girl, I know I'm a hoe. Now you gonna find out you one, too."
I got defensive: "Just cuz I believe in havin' a spiritual life and raisin' my children with good influences don't mean I don't know how to have fun.
Chuey unzipped his pants and Imelda, who had been rubbing over the fabric, fished out his cock.
It was a dark chocolate brown cock, semi-hard and thick looking. Her brown hands and thin fingers squeezed and tugged at it.
Randy returned with a blunt and handed it to me with a lighter. I made fire and sucked in easy, trying not to take too much hot smoke. I coughed a little and Imelda giggled.
I took another hit, held this one and passed it to Randy who walked over to Chuey, he pointed at Imelda, so Randy put it in her free hand. Our stash wasn't great stuff. We couldn't afford some exotic, high-quality weed. It was Mexican and mostly leaves, but it had some bud. It was a little sticky and gave a good high.
Now when I get a good stone going, and I was well on my way, I go from a normal state of anxiety and stress to a mellow more relaxed place - that's mostly the tequila's doin'. The weed pulls me into a wickedly mellow place. I'm still gellin' but the light gets brighter, a get a little happier and I have mild, intermittent hallucinations - like transparent overlays on the real world with cartoonish creatures. If sex is on my mind and it's most always on my mind, totally in this situation, my cartoonish creatures are devils and demons and she-devils and snakes.
They blink in and out on the walls and on peoples faces and bodies.
They were blinking in and out like crazy on Chuey and Imelda. I felt wicked spirits in the air and laughter bubbling under the surface of my hold on reality.
I felt bold again and stepped up to the plate. Or more to the point, I ignored Randy. We all knew what was supposed to happen. The blunt came around to me. I stood up, took a long hit and held it. While I held it. When I let it exhale, I turned my margarita glass upside down and swallowed it all. That helped calm the hot of the smoke in my throat and gave me a cool horny rush.
I was goin' in. I stepped over to Chuey's now hard cock. I unhooked my bra and let it drop to the floor. I slipped my thumbs into the elastic of my blue panties and pulled them down slowly - for effect- and stepped out of one leg hole. I let the panties hand on one ankle, to complement the ankle bracelet, and I kneeled. I was submitted myself to this Mexican hardcase, like a good whore should. I felt nastiness in my heart and smiled at him.
Imelda let go of her man's hard cock and said, "Alright, sister. Let's see if you can satisfy my man."
