Patsy’s Gangbang

Patsy’s Gangbang

It had been almost three months since I was last gangbanged, and I was now craving another. Tim, who I share a house with, had help me set it up as he usually does. There is no romantic attachment between Tim and myself, although we do have our moments from time to time, helping each other out when needed.
Tim’s father and my father had set up a business together, and both families had regularly taken holidays together. So we had grown up together and Tim being three years older than me had introduced me to the delights of sex., experimenting together regularly, getting to know our bodies and our likes and dislikes, although sexually I did not have many dislikes. When I get going I will do almost anything physically possible.
Tragically both sets of parents had been killed in a road accident whilst holidaying in Italy two weeks after my eighteenth birthday, needless to say Tim and myself who had not gone on that holiday, turned to each other for support. I moved in with Tim, to the house that he inherited and sold my parents house. With the income from the business and the sale of my parents house, we were reasonably well set up.
That had been three years ago now. We got over our losses and got on with enjoying our lives, which for me meant getting myself gangbanged from time to time.
So its Friday morning, I’m twenty one years old, five foot four, brown shoulder length hair and blue eyes, with a 36-24-34 figure. I work out often and have a pleasing tan to my skin, I consider myself to be fairly attractive with an overactive sex drive, which is why I am looking forward to tonight so much, and I have all day to prepare myself.
I spent the morning tidying the house and preparing some tea, which would be pasta, a bit like a marathon runner building up on carbo-hydrates before the event. After lunch I began to prepare for tonight, trimming my tidy pubic bush and making sure my neat pussy lips were bald, don’t wish to get hairs trapped later. I douched myself well, very well in fact, probably more than I needed to, but that was just me. I would always wash myself out at least a dozen times. Once I was happy with that side of my preparations I ran a bath for a long luxurious soak, lying back in the warm soapy water dreaming of tonight, running my fingers over my eager pussy lips, resisting the temptation to bring myself to orgasm. Eventually washing my hair and body, before getting out and drying myself off..
I had tea ready for Tim when he got home at 4:30 from the office. We chatted over tea about things at the office and about tonight’s preparations in general. As we were to leave about 6:00 o-clock, we soon got ready, gathered what we would need, loaded the car and set off. We had a fifty mile drive to our destination arriving about 7:00, with things due to set off at 8:00 we had time to finalise things. Matt was waiting for us as we pulled up, Tim made the introductions and Matt led us inside the building he had built at the end of his garden, which would eventually be his home office, but for now it was complete but not in use. Two portable screens separated my changing area from the main body of the room, a large TV screen was set up at the side of the screens and eight chars were facing it, a bar was set up at the opposite end of the room.
I was to perform a couple of stripteases for them, and a selection of porno DVD’s were on hand to warm everybody up for the main event. Matt made me a whisky and lemonade and I took myself to my changing area. With the exception of Matt, the other seven guys would not set eyes on me until I step out to perform my first strip.
I put on my first outfit, usual things, stockings and suspenders, skimpy bra, short skirt, blouse and high heels, I felt good. I felt sexy and aroused. I was eager to start now but still had about 10 minutes before show time. I could hear the guys arriving now, a lot of joking and high spirits as they got a drink and took their seats. All was ready.
I started my music and stepped our from the screens, to rowdy calls from my audience. They were seated in a semi circle with a gap between each seat to allow me move freely amongst them. At first glance they looked to be a nice assortment of healthy young and hopefully virile men. Tim was watching from the back of the room as he was not going to be taking part just yet, I noticed his approving nod.
As a child I had done all the usual dance classes, school disco’s etc, so I was able to give them a reasonably good show. Removing my clothing with a little help from the guys, letting them open a button or unhook a bra clasp or suspender buckle. I consider myself to have a good body and do not mind showing it off. It took about 10 minutes for me to get down to just my tiny g-string, which I consider to be about the right length of time for a strip, otherwise it gets a bit boring, so with my boobs on show I danced back behind the screens to end the first show, perfectly in time to my music. Leaving them calling for more, which they will soon get.
While I dressed for my next show they watched a 10 minute porn film. I could hear the raunchy comments through the screen, they were warming up nicely and so was I. My pussy was getting wetter by the second. For my second strip I would wear just bra and g-string, stockings and suspenders.
Tim popped round the screen with a drink for me,
“ You’re looking good tonight Patsy. I think they enjoyed that one.”
“ I certainly did, I’m sopping wet down here” I replied, indicating my pussy.
“ I thought you would be. Here’s a drink for you. I think they are about ready for part two now. See you in a bit” he said as he left. I tossed the drink down my throat in one go, started the music and stepped out again.
This time they were eager to get me stripped as quickly as possible, but I kept to my routine, staying in time to my music, only allowing my scanty clothing to be removed at the correct time. This time I let them touch and feel me a little as I moved between them, they eagerly responded to this by lunging for my boobs, or squeezing my arse or trying to slip a finger under my g-string. I was loving it. Again the strip was timed to 10 minutes, this time I removed my g-string as well, allowed them a fleeting view of the treasure between my legs before dancing back behind the screens as the music ended. God I felt good. They shouted for more, but they would have to wait.
Eventually they calmed enough to refill their glasses and watch another movie. I listened to their comments about my performance and the movie they were now watching, all of which kept me sexually charged and ready for anything.
For my last show I would not wear anything except a large black cloak, which was large enough for me to wrap around one of my targets, and enclose him into a small private show area, which I intend to do with each guy out there. It had been agreed that for this part of the proceedings, all eight guys would strip down to their boxers only as things were going to get a little hotter now. Once more Tim appeared with a drink,
“ You’ve really got this lot going now, they couldn’t get their togs off quick enough. Are you enjoying yourself?” he asked,
“ You bet I am. Thanks again for setting this up for me”
“ No problem, glad to help. Now the movie is nearly done, are you ready ?” I nodded eagerly before tipping the drink he brought me down. Let’s be honest, it doesn’t take long to put a cloak on and fasten it at the neck does it?
“ Will you be ready with my props when needed?” I asked him,
“ You can rely on it. They sound as if they are ready now, shall we press on?” as he turned to take up his position. He would stay near the TV screen ready to hand me my props as I need them. Start the music and here I go again.
With my cloak held closed around me, I stepped out to a chorus of catcalls and raunchy comments. As arranged they sat in just their colourful selection of boxer shorts. Five were leaning forward in eager anticipation, the other three were sitting back trying look relaxed and unmoved by the show, yet the bulges in their boxers defied the image they were trying to present, I smiled inwardly at this.
I danced towards them, pulling the left side of the cloak out as I extend my arm, holding the cloak with my right arm to keep myself covered, smiling at them as I smoothly pushed my right arm out as my left hand brought the cloak back to cover me, allowing them the briefest glimpse of my naked body. This got them cheering. I performed a few more crossovers as I mentally chose my first target.