My Gang-Bang Pt. 2

My Gang-Bang Pt. 2

With a man at my head and one between my legs, I wondered how long this could go on. Was there any way that heaven could be any better? I mean come on, having a man pounding your pussy and being able to suck another man was freaking hot! This procession of men went on and on for what had to be hours. During the whole time I was stuffed at both ends by each man over and over again.

They flipped me from me back to my hands and knees so many times I felt like a pancake. Each time the had me doggy style was my favorite. It made it so that I was able to really suck the cock that was waiting at my lips. I was also able to see how much different one man was from the next man. Each cock has it's own look and feel. Some were small almost too small, while some were "normal" and even a few that were rather large.

The smallest of the cock's I tried my best to finish them off with my mouth and hands. Those ones I couldn't have felt at all if they had tried to fuck me. Let's face it, size does matter! It's hard to get excited enough to have an orgasm if you can't feel what's inside you.

My Gang-Bang Pt. 1

There I was sitting in the back of the limo, nervous to the point my heart was racing. Would the driver turn around and take me home instead of to the party house? My mind was playing tricks with me, one minute I was scared to death and the next I was confident that I could handle this. I decided just as we pulled in front of the party place that I was going to deal with this whole night.

I walked on very unsteady heels to the front door of Shane's party house. I pressed the doorbell and stood there thinking about what this night would be like. Shane must have opened the door while my mind was deep in thought. I finally realized he was standing there with a huge smile on his face.

"Please sweety, do come in. The guys won't be here for another half hour. I wanted to take some time with just you and I getting to know one another so you could be more comfortable. Shall I take your coat for you? Would you like a drink to help settle your nerves?"

I let Shane help me out of the long coat that Sally had put on me. I shook my head for the drink. Sally must have told Shane what my favorite drink was, because he went right over and fixed a jack and coke for me. We sat down on the sofa and talked a bit about everyday things. Shane was the first to bring up why I was there that night.

"Sally tells me this will be your first time having numerous men at once. She has also said that you are nervous and that you have taken many men before just never all together at one place during a party. She tells me the main rules that you asked her to set up were; not more than thirteen men and absolutely no anal. Is that right?"

I told him yes those were the rules I had but that I also needed to be able to know that they would all stop if I needed them to. I explained that I had been raped when I was younger and that this was a test I was putting myself through to see how well I was handling that.

He asked me if he could help me to relax before the guys got there. I had no idea what he meant, but agreed to it nonetheless. He took my drink from me and placed it on the table next to us. He carefully laid me back on the sofa and began kissing my cheek. He trailed kisses from my cheek down my face and neck. He kissed to the top of my lacy gown and stopped.

"If I do anything that makes you uncomfortable, please just say limo."

Getting Ready For My First Gang-Bang!

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First Time Gang-Bang Set-Up

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Soul Dance

Feeling the way he touches my soul keeps me burning with desire. Just the way his deep blue eyes seem to search deep within me to find that inner part of me. His hands roaming every inch to find something he seems to have lost. His lips search out mine and begins a hungry search. What is it that he is looking for? Slowly he slides his long hot member into me.

When he reaches as deeply as he is able, he lets out a long sigh. At last he has found what it was he has been searching for. Slowly to begin he dances with my soul. With every slow glide in, he murmurs how he has missed the depths of the soul he needs. He slowly slides partially out, it's almost as though he can't stand the thought of not being buried even if just for a moment. As quickly as he can he enters fully as he waits for those sounds that let him know my soul is ready to dance.

Gang-Bang Party and Friends having sex.

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Fuck or make love?

Do you only make love or do you fuck?
What's the difference mean to you?
Let me start off by giving some detail of who Mrs. Provert really is.
I met my husband a couple of years ago. We met during the city fireworks show. I had my children with me and he was there with his dad and step-mom. We talked pretty much all evening. It was great! He made me feel like a teenager in heat. He made me laugh and feel special all at once.
There was one thing I noticed about him pretty quickly into our chat that night, he seemed to have a fairly large package! I wanted right then to rip his clothes off and see for myself if it was as large as what my mind was picturing it to be. Unfortunately I couldn't do that right then since my kids were with me.
Before we parted ways that night he gave me his cell number and his email address. Well stupid me typed the number wrong into my cell phone. Thankfully he had an email address that I would never be able to forget! After getting the kids home I went right off to email him.
I thanked him for the very nice time and asked him if he would like to visit the lake with me sometime. We ended up setting up a meet for the next afternoon. I picked him up at his parents home where he had been staying for several months. We drove out to the lake and talked as we walked around the large area. We talked for hours and then went back to my van.
Oh sitting in my van that day turned out to be the best choice I had ever made. I finally got to see exactly what size of a package he had been hiding from me the night before. To this day I am still very thankful that he was blessed with such a beautiful cock. I absolutely love it! It curves in just the right way at the right point to hit my g-spot damn near every time we fuck. He certainly isn't lacking in size either!
I have been married before; 14 years actually. He was older than I was and didn't understand the difference between fucking and making love. Matter of fact he couldn't believe I even used the word the first time I told him I just wanted him to bend me over and fuck me. Well after years we called it quits and went our separate ways.
I am thankful for the fact we divorced, had we not have I wouldn't be married to this wonderful man that I am married to now. My husband gets what the difference is between making love to me and fucking the hell out of me. I have learned in the last 10 years that I prefer to be fucked than made love to. There is nothing better than having that cock slamming into my pussy as hard and deep as he can possibly get!

Don't get me wrong there is a time for making love. I just prefer to be fucked most of the time.
So I sat here tonight wondering how many other men out there don't get the difference between the two? For the ladies what is the difference to you and which do you prefer?