Even before my gangbang session, I was already a slut. I’m the type of woman who will not hesitate to give a quick blowjob to a man in need in the restroom, or in their car, or get all naked and filthy with him in a cheap motel. I have done threesomes too. I thought I had already done everything: blowjobs in public, bareback anal, being spitroasted by two guys at the same time, having a dildo inside my pussy while the guy fucks me in the ass, swallowing cum, etc.

But gang bang felt different. It feels almost like I’m taking my sluttiness to another level.

And I would say I was still not prepared for how much I orgasmed during gangbang. It changed me. It took me through the heavens and left me flying like a bird, it made me soar near the sun and to this day, to this moment, I’m still dizzy from the height I soared. And to this moment, I would say, I have never felt so free and so liberated. 

In retrospect, the most tremendous effect was being airtight, of having three cocks simultaneously inside all my available holes and feeling those different cocks competing with each other inside my body and knowing that many more cocks are waiting for their turns, knowing that I was being turned into a meat urinal and doing the most degrading and humiliating thing a woman can possibly do.

And in that moment, I was hit with the most intense, most visceral, full body, mind-blowing roller coaster of orgasms that felt like I was being breaking my soul from my body. It literally felt like some Dr. Evil had injected me with a dose of the most powerful cocktail of feel-good chemicals imaginable on earth into my body. Except it was real. The physical reality made it 100 times more intense. Opening my eyes and seeing the men’s happy faces, their cocks disappearing below my pussy mound, feeling their cum inside my mouth, and feeling the intense stare of all the guys who were still waiting for their turn. 

It made me giddy like a little girl.

It felt so good I wish I could have made the gangbang a video and share with everyone exactly how good I felt, how I was in a trance of bliss, ecstasy, and strange to say, also pain.

The guys who gangbanged me were so strong and powerful, not that they were particularly strong, but the effect of having multiples of them made their power even more obvious. They overwhelmed me and crushed me with their body weight, not to mention the fact that all of them were able to lift me up and throw me around like a ragdoll, and it was exactly what they did. And the feeling of being tugged back and forth, torn from limb to limb by every guy in every direction, made me feel like I was being tortured, like I was being mauled to death by a pack of hungry wolves.

I felt so weak, so small, so vulnerable. The pleasure mixed with pain permanently changed me mentally since then.

It made me feel abnormal. I walk down the street and I wonder if people knew I was a gangbang slut.

And despite of how scary it may have sounded, it felt so good. Lying about it otherwise (and you have no idea how hard it is to actually admit how good it felt) wouldn’t change the fact.

And another fact: it made me even more horny than before. Even now, just thinking about what I had done, made me horny. Fragmentary memories of what happened continued to flash into my consciousness. Sometimes just a word by someone, a smell, or a scenery will suddenly unbury what I had seemed to have forgotten. Suddenly I would see all the guys who ganbanged me, their bodies naked, standing around me, as another guy from behind me lifted me up in the air, showing my gaped pussy and ass to them. 

Then in another moment, I see myself being bent over a sofa, with a cock penetrating me from behind, while another guy was at the other end and sticking his cock inside my mouth.

Or another instance, where some guy would place his testicles over my face and try to smother me as I was being double penetrated underneath me.

All those scenes would just pop into my mind, without sequence, without logic and I would feel my heart pound, my breath quicken, and there is a linger of shame and regret surfacing inside me. “What have you dong!” Sometimes I would silently scream at myself. Yet, I cannot deny, I loved it.