Jenny’s Gang Bang

Jenny’s Gang Bang


Hi, Cathy again. I promised if I got some response I’d submit some of my original ELG stories. I was actually a bit surprised at the favorable responses. I thought my stories would interest other girls more than guys and that most of the readers are guys. I wonder if there’s any way to sort the voting by sex?

Anyway, these four entries which I originally wrote about three years ago are probably even more girl oriented. I probably don’t get into genital details as much as guys. And the first one about the costume Kendra wears to a party probably won’t interest guys much, other than the fact that she’s naked. When I reread these last night and made some changes I notice I seem to have this fixation on anal sex. Probably because I’ve never done it. So far it’s just a fantasy of mine.

I got an email passed on from a guy who calls himself JonJ asking me for more details about myself. This seems funny because I’m not really very interesting. Nor particularly attractive, which is probably why I have such a wild imagination. If I were the type of girl who interested Don Juan’s I’d probably be going to nudist parties instead of writing about imaginary ones. Anyway, I tried to think of what I could say that wouldn’t compromise my privacy. So again – no last names or anything like that.

I’m twenty-four. I went to two years at a four year community college which means I didn’t get a degree. I would have been majoring in English, so a four year degree wouldn’t have made much difference in the job market. I was about average, not the type they give incentive scholarships to.

The following four entries are by four different women: Kendra, her friend Angelica, Angelica’s mom Laura, and another friend Jenny. Kendra and Angelica are, according to Laura and Jenny, both beautiful. Angelica occassionally gets paid to model. At this point in her career she’s only had sex in “public” at a party where most of the girls there also took turns doing it. Laura is in her fifties and describes the one affair she’s had in recent years. Her lover isn’t as young as he once was, so there’s not as much gymnastics as she’d like. Jenny’s a wanna-be. She’s probably a lot more attractive than me, but not up there with the first two. She’s the one who volunteers to pose for free for a photo club with herself getting gang banged – thus the title.


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———— 1. Kendra’s Costumes



I have this outfit a guy bought me to wear for him. But we soon broke up and I decided to wear it to my next costume party to celebrate our seperation. He’d tried to be possessive which I wouldn’t tolerate. Anyhow, wearing the thing was a way of proving that I’m free to display myself to anyone I want. Of course, Frank didn’t even know the girl hosting the party, so no one there other than me knew there was anything special about the outfit other than it being rather fancy. The fact that it openly displayed my breasts and crotch wasn’t special. By the time the the party got going, every girl there was flashing a naked pussy. About half the girls there weren’t even bothering with costumes other than their birthday suits. Before the age of AIDs, say in the late seventies this would have probably been an orgy. My generation, however, has to find other ways to be exotic, since no girl with any smarts is willing to let a bunch of strangers fuck her at a party.

The costume I’m describing is kind of shaped like a skimpy one piece bathing suit with the middle removed. The plunging “V” neckline goes all the way down through my crotch and back up my fanny. What’s left doesn’t even cover my nipples. The point of any teaser is to emphasize what it doesn’t cover. This one encourages a man, when he looks at me, to scan all the way down to my pussy lips. The sides of the opening are decorated with bead work that becomes progressively more elaborate until the straps framing my pubes are positively stunning. Sometimes, when you’re naked, like at a nudist camp or at these parties, the guys pay too little attention to the display you’re offering. Which is a shame since that’s why you’re walking around naked. This artwork helps.

I also have a sort of bikini bottom costume. It’s much simpler than the deep V, just a touch of class. Imagine a skimpy string bikini that looks like a lacy butterfly in front. Remove the crotch strap so that all that’s left is a little decoration on your lower belly that ends above your pubes. With a touch of rubber cement the thin material clings to your skin and looks more like a light blue tattoo of a butterfly than fabric. Of course it leaves my ass completely bare. In fact, it covers nothing, just adds the bit of highlight to the female nudity one expects at a “pussy party”. Angelina borrowed it from me for the same party. It’s a subtle bit of fluff that looks better on a slim body like mine than on a sexy bombshell like Angelina. At nudist parties, the petite girls like myself look better than we do in clothes. In a tight sweater walking down the street Angelina is more of a knockout. But in bare skin, my delicately curved size B tits suddenly get the notice they deserve. Admittedly, Angelina’s pretty sexy in her birthday suit as well. Her waist is only a few inches bigger than mine.

Some of the girls wear nothing but jewelery, which always seems to include a gold waist chain. But usually that’s just an impromptu outfit. Many of us try to come up with something equally revealing but a little more imaginative. The fact that my nipples were almost hidden was unusual. Of course, any girl with nipple, belly, or vagina inserts makes sure such rings, bars and beads are perfectly visible. Why else would a girl go to the bother if she didn’t take every opportunity to show off? I have a gold hood ring, belly beads, and cresents in my nipples. The sexiest thing about them is that once someone sees or even knows I have them, then he also knows I’m a blantant exhibitionist who loves showing off. (I love getting fucked even more than being a show off. But the best thing is showing off while getting fucked.)

Many of the female outfits at the parties are simply transparent. There were girls in full length transparent dresses, bikinis, baby dolls, halters, and skirts, often with equally transparent matching G strings. One woman was wearing black net stocking held up by straps that came down from the bottom of her matching net halter. The point of the outfit was that it only made sense if you were walking around with nothing covering your pussy. Besides looking sexy, it also told the viewer that there was nothing spontaneous about her bare pubes. Both she and the manufacturer had envisioned her standing there at the party butt naked. The point of these parties is that a woman’s love holes should not only be visible but also emphasised for the pleasure of being exposed. The transparent G strings are often non-existent, merely outlines like picture frames.




——————————— 2. The Angelica Response



I love Kendra. Really I do! Especially with my head between her thighs. But sometimes she’s much more of a pain than a finger in my ass. But then, I can’t remember a finger in my ass ever being a pain.

So first of all, we’re both attractive and sexy. But I’m not a cow like she describes me. My breasts are bigger than hers but they do not sag, and I don’t need a bra to hold them up. Nor is my waist “only a few inches bigger” than hers. It’s the same size: 24 inches. Which means, by definition, that I have a sexier figure than her. So that’s why she tries to pretend my waist is bigger. It’s true that small chested girls get a lot more attention at nudist parties than they usually do in a baggy sweater. And the saggers don’t look that attractive without their support bras. But baby I’m not one of them! My tits are as firm and shapely as Kendra’s inspite of being larger. Put us next to each other in a nudist beauty contest and lets see who gets the most votes! Guys go crazy for my tits and even the other girls admit they’re beautiful.

Going back to that contest, I’d like to make some comments. I’ve done it. Kendra wasn’t there, so she wasn’t one of the other contestants. I don’t think they even awarded a winner, but the four of us loved doing all the poses they suggested. I think it was mostly just an excuse for us to do things like bend over and spread. Does one judge a girl’s beauty by looking at the inside of her vagina or anus held open for everyone to see? Or does a man just enjoy his erection? For that matter, I think I was more excited holding myself open for their inspection, than they were inspecting me. Of course, that only leads into the unanswerable question: do guys enjoy fucking me as much as I enjoy being fucked? I doubt it but how can one ever know?

To continue: I love being an exhibitionist. Probably any female with healthy glands would were it not for cultural indoctination. I think our genes are simply wired that way, and civilization spends a lot of time pretending otherwise, or making sure we do nothing about it. At the moment Western society is going through a period of mild honesty. But look nearly everywhere else. And elsewhen also. My grandmother would have been delightfully horrified at the idea of modelling a bikini. The French models in the early fifties refused to do it and they had to hire prostitutes. Yet the granddaughters of those same women are more likely to accept an invitation to a public nudist beach than refuse. And these girls know that the main reason the beach is nudist is so they can show off their genitals where a whole beach full of guys can look at them. They love the idea!

But do I get a bigger tingle wearing my micro at a public beach, than my great-grandmother did when she “accidently” displayed her bare ankle? Possible not. That was a strange period. A woman’s bare ankle was the height of suggestiveness, while at the same time her “bussom” was falling out of her dress top. I read a fiction story once where the only form of indecency was displaying your navel. Bare genitals and nipples were perfectly acceptable and were of no value for tintillating the guys. Sure, when it came to making love, your pussy lips are where he inserted his member. But you also used your mouth to kiss him. And they didn’t make you cover those lips either. If you wanted to get a certain kind of reputation and maybe arrested, just let that navel patch slip down a bit! It sounds ridiculous, but then so does a modestly covered ankle.

In some ways it’s depressing to think that I could get jaded doing things like that beauty contest and then there’d be nothing more extreme left to do to excite myself and my boyfriends. I’m always trying to imagine something else, something so extreme that I would hesitate doing it. But I guess exposing my insides is about as physically open as a girl can get. Well, I suppose I could get myself fucked in public. Actually I have. Not actually in public but there were a lot of people at the party watching. Unfortunately, I wasn’t the only girl there who wanted to do it, and neither the first or last that night to take a turn. One girl even managed to shanghi two partners and gave us a graphic demo of a girl getting DP’d – the real kind with one in her pussy and the other in her fanny. The girl before her had done the cop out. A rear ender while giving the other guy a blow job. I don’t consider a double ender much more than a distraction whether doing it or watching it. When a guy’s in your pussy and you feel another invade your rectum, that’s a real eye opener. I’ve only done it in private, however. Some day I’d also like to do it with a group watching me.

So what fantasy can I come up with? Bondage? Would it be better in private where I would be helpless if my lover decided to do more than I bargined for? Or would it be more fun tied there with a large audience watching my delightful humilitation. I think that’s what it is. Humiliation. Letting people see you so helpless and vulnerable, people who know who you are and know that you have allowed this to happen to you. Stripped of all dignity, the ultimate in exhibitionism, tied there, my personality as naked as the inside of my pussy. And every girl in the audience dying to change places with me. I don’t ask why we love to degrade ourselves with physical and mental exposure. I only try to do my best to wallow in the pleasure it gives me.

Do you know most women can’t have an affair without wanting to brag about it? In the end they’re usually more discrete than their lovers. But the drive is there. The guys want to brag about their conquest.