Anal Amy

Sorry about not posting last night, but I have a good excuse. I finally got Luke to fulfill my fantasy of having sex at the gym. And since we couldn't stop at just a quickie, he came over afterwards so I never got a chance to write about it last night. I'm dying to tell all the naughty details but I don't have enough time before my next class. I might have time tonight but if I don't I'll make sure to find some time on Saturday to write about my little adventure.

Here's two blogs, that I took a look at tonight and will definitely be keeping an eye on to see how they develop.

Confessions of an Adulterer

Always Hot And Horny

I guess, you could say I'm kind of just checking in again tonight. My brain is frazzled so I decided to take a break. plus, I missed you guys!

I have to say I was surprised about the number of offers I got from people offering to help with my papers. I was just asking sarcastically but now I'm honored. One question for nicodemus88. Where were you when I was in high school and taking French and always needed help! Just joking of course.

For those looking to PM me the best way to contact me privately is thru my email amy AT anal-amy DOT com. However, I'll be the first to admit, I'm weeks and weeks behind on email right now. I do try to get to everything, but I just need like an hour or two a day to get everything done.

Now a couple other things I've been thinking about while I've been trying to do work tonight.

I'm thinking about switching over to wordpress. Anyone ever switched from blogger to wordpress? I really like all the additional features it has. Plus, I think when I have the time I really am going to do something about th design.

When I don't have time to post, which hopefully won't be often but would you like to see guest writers/would you submit your stories. I've had more than a few people post stories in the comments section or emailed them to me. They've all been great and think they would make a great addition to here.

Also, I don't have a lot of time to update my porn blog and a couple people have emailed to say I really didn't need another blog, that I should just post the photos/videos here. What does everyone think? The focus of course would always be my naughty adventures, but I could mix in a few of the photos and videos here.

And as far as links. If you link to my blog let me know. If you have a blog let me know please!!!

I had one other thing that I wanted to mention, but it's slipping my mind right now and I really should get back to working.

I'm doing that just checking in thing right now. I can't promise I'll have much time this week to post. I have not one but two major papers due this week. That being said if anything super exciting happens, I'll be sure to find some time!

Sorry about the delay. Things have been really busy. I just need like one or two more hours in the day to get everything done.

I hope everyone got a chance to see the lunar eclipse. Dare, I say it was romantic. Luke and I spent sometime outside watching it.

But on to more important things.....


After the first couple of orgasms, I was left speechless, breathless and kind of in a daze. I laid on my back and he kissed me, licked me all over but I was in another world.

He had already fingered my ass, but he wanted to do more than that. Out of the drawer next to his bed, he took out the new anal lube. I smiled as I flipped over to my stomach. Gently he fingered the lube into me - first with one, then two and finally three fingers.

I was now completely ready for his cock. I assumed the position and got onto my hands and knees. He positioned himself behind me and rubbed his cock between my ass cheeks. It sent shivers of pleasure through my body.

But he cheated and pushed his cock into my pussy first. It felt good, but it wasn't what I wanted. I playfully tried to get him to put it into my ass but from that angle I couldn't win.

He didn't slide his cock into my ass until I started begging him to fuck my ass. I whimpered in a slutty voice, asking him to fuck my ass. He loved it and I felt so dirty saying it.

With the new lube, he slid easily in. But in a mood to tease, that's all he did for a minute. Then he pulled out all the way and very slowly pushed back into me. I wanted to be fucked and didn't take the teasing well. He did this for what seemed like forever, which was probably just a couple minutes but it seemed like hours.

Then he really started to fuck me. While he fucked me slowly at first, he also massaged my clit with his fingers. I was moaning again. A few minutes of this and I came. It surprised me, I think it surprised me.

He kept fucking me as I orgasmed. Now, he started to fuck me harder. Every minute or so he increased his pace. Harder and faster until the bed literally started rattle. I thought we were going to break the bed, but I didn't care.

After a few long thrusts, he pulled out and exploded on to me. The cum splattered into my hair and literally covered my back and ass. I'm sure I'm not the only one who wished he took a picture of it. I took a look at it in the mirror before I jumped into the shower. It really was a lot of cum.

I kind of thought our encounter was over, but I should've known he wanted more than one orgasm. I was in the shower only for a few minutes, when he joined me. He playfully rubbed the soap all over my skin, paying extra specially attention to my boobs and ass.

He was semi-hard when climbed in, but my soapy hands were massaging his cock. I let the water wash the soap of his cock, then I got on my knees. The hot water bouncing off of his skin and hitting my back felt so erotic. He became rock solid in my mouth.

A few minutes later, he had me stand up and face away from him. I spread my legs and he pushed into me again. He fucked my pussy. It felt good, but like that cold night out in the alleyway, we couldn't find the right position. He was definitely frustrated by it and without drying off he led me to his bed. I laid half off of the bed and he stood in between my legs. He fucked me as hard as he could from that angle. When he wanted more he had me lay more in the middle of the bed and laid on top of me. Really, the only way that I could describe it now was that it made me feel alive.

He was really into it. It almost like it wasn't him fucking me. It was almost like he was a machine. It was the most intense fucking I've gotten from him. Maybe the most intense ever.

He came deep inside of me. We just laid there, not saying anything. We just enjoyed the moment.

We fell asleep a few minutes later. I woke up to him fingering me and sucking on my nipples. There's not many ways to be woken up then that.

This time I climbed on top of him. I slid down on to his cock, but we just stayed like that, interlocked and kissing. I never wanted to be without his cock again. I really didn't want to leave in a few hours to head back to school.

I used all of my skills, techniques and tricks while riding his cock. He held on to my hips so tight. I loved it.

I'm not sure how long we fucked but it was a while. We weren't racing to orgasm. We took our time an really enjoyed every thrust. He ended up fucking me missonary position again. He finally came one last time.

It started a little bit after one and when it was over it was starting to get dark. Sure, we took breaks and slept for a while, but I can't imagine a better way to spend an afteroon. I can't wait to see him again on Friday.

Sorry to be a tease, but tonight's post is going to have to wait until tomorrow night. I've been um a little distracted by Luke. I hope you understand. LOL.

My weekend was filled with a lot of mixed emotion. I couldn't wait for it to start and I didn't want it to end.

I feel like I'm a lot closer to Brett now. We've talked more than we ever have this weekend. I mean we always talk, but this was a lot more in-depth and I feel he knows me a lot better and I know him more.

Then on Sunday, we had an afternoon of mind blowing, drag out, knock out sex. We usually spend out weekends out doing something - movies, shopping, even museums. He hates to stay in and do nothing on the weekends. However, that's exactly what I like to do. Sunday, I won.

We went out for breakfast. There's a small diner near his place and they always have whatever I'm craving. We've now been there enough where the two waitresses that work there weekend mornings recognize us and call us a "cute couple."

But you're probably more interested in what happened after breakfast. Our original plans were to go see some movie, but it was cold out and we were both in one of those full states, where we didn't want to get off the couch. We sat there watching television for a while, something we almost never just do. We'll watch stuff on his DVR or movies but never just TV. So it wasn't long before we decided there was nothing worth watching and he said with a grin "you wanna fuck?" There was something about the way he said, with a grin and his sexy voice that just made me wet and forget about my stagnant mood.

I expected him, I wanted him to jump on me, ripping off my clothes and fuck me right there on the couch. Instead, it was a completely different pace. He led me by the hand back to his bedroom. I laid down on the bed. He laid on next to me. He kissed me softly, but it was full of passion. I knew right away this wasn't going to be like any of our other sex escapade.

He kissed me and held me tight. It was almost innocent until one of his hands started to stroke my thigh. Even through my jeans it sent waves of pleasure through my body. He just ran his fingers up and down my thighs, avoiding between my legs for way too long.

He next ran circles around my boobs. I love having them played with and these tease was just driving me insane. I needed him to caresses them, bite them, etc. But his hands didn't even go underneath my shirt.

His next move was when he unbuttoned my jeans and slowly slid the zipper down. I wanted him to rush right in with his fingers, but he didn't. He slid his hands into my satin panties, but he stopped right above my clit. He was in the mood to tease and it was more than I could take. I was so anxious, like it was the very first time I had a boy's hand inside my panties.

Finally his fingers touched me. But he didn't finger me or rub my clit. He teased even more. Then finally one finger entered me. I've never enjoyed just one finger so much. Two of his fingers had me breathing hard. I can't tell you the last time I enjoyed being fingered so much.

He pulled my panties down, along my jeans just enough so that he could have room to put his mouth and tongue between my legs. I moaned with the first touch of his tongue.

I think he could've brought me to an orgasm within seconds, I was that turned on but again he took his time.

My jeans and panties came off completely and he positioned himself properly between my legs. As he worked on me, my hands found there way under my own shirt and pulled my boobs out of my bra. I was on automatic, not even thinking as I started to play with them.

He brought me close but slowed down every time.

I've never been a big fan of 69, the angle is never right for me, but I had to have his cock now. I wanted him in my mouth and I wasn't afraid to tell him. He undid his belt, then I did the rest of the work to free his cock from his jeans. He laid on his back and I positioned himself over him. He wasted no time going back to work on me. I didn't tease him, I started by sucking the head of his cock. He was already very hard but became even more hard as I slid my lips up and down him.

He made me orgasm a few minutes later. His mouth was on my pussy. Three fingers from one hand were fucking me. His other set of fingers was busy rubbing my asshole. It drove me wild. I could barely move, the orgasm was that intense. I came with his cock deep in my mouth.

He brought me to another orgasm before I even had him close to cuming.

He tried to bring me to a third but not even fingering my ass could bring me over the edge right then.



(Nowhere near done - but Luke just called to say he's heading over here. I'll continue tomorrow.)

I've got a lot to catch up on it looks like. I have some 40 comments to look at, have to let you know about the amazing Sunday afternoon I had, etc.

But before I do that I want to plug a new anal lube Brett bought me. It's Adam And Eve's Anal Lube. We tested it out this weekend and it's definitely my favorite lubrication that I've used. It was a little watery but I swear it lasted a lot longer than the other lube I've been using lately.

A lot of people have asked me which lube I use. So now I'm going to add this one to the list of ones I like. The others are I-D Pleasure Lube and the good ol' standby Astroglide. You can find all of these at Adam And Eve's online store. (shameless plug)

Really just checking tonight. Today, was definitely a lot better than yesterday. I've heard that everyone I know is okay, but there's still five dead innocent students. It was really weird seeing where they were all from because they were all from places where I've been and often know people. Plus, hearing there ages when most of them were around me. It was definitely weird going to class today. A lot of us were wearing red in solidarity with NIU. Plus, I'm sure I wasn't the only one who was thinking if it could happen there, any second someone could come into one of our classrooms.

I'm definitely glad to be back in Chicago tonight. And it's definitely nice to be at Brett's. He's a very good listener.

We were planning on going out on our "date" tonight, but I really wasn't in the mood. I think we're going to go out tomorrow.

Well, anyways I should get going. I'm going to try to get some work done since Brett is already asleep.

I thought at this time of night, I would be finishing up an evening of dinner and romance with Luke. Instead late this afternoon we started hearing stories about a shooting at another Illinois state school, Northern Illinois University. I didn't believe until I saw it for myself on the television. I spent most of the rest the afternoon/evening watching the television. I know a lot of people that go to NIU and it was unreal to see the school on television. I've been there on more than a couple of occasions. There was a report around 5 that said there were no fatalities besides the gunman. I sighed a deep sigh of relief until I found out there were actually five people killed. I've talked to most of my friends that go there and everyone is ok. There's a few people that I haven't heard from but I'm sure on a day like this they have more important things to do than call me back. But it's all been so unreal. My heart is twisting and I've teared up several times. Seeing people my age on CNN, at a school that's somewhat similar to my school. We all want to say it can't happen here, that we're all invincible but then reality steps in. So unreal.

I'm kind of in a weird mood tonight. I really wasn't going to write anything tonight, because I'm not really feeling inspired. I don't have much to write about, etc. I am a little bit nervous about tomorrow and it has nothing to do with Valentine's Day. I've got back to back semi-important tests in the morning. I've done a lot of studying and I've pretty much gotten to the point where I can't study anymore. But I don't really think that's why I'm in this mood.

I kind of feel like my last few "sex posts" have been kind of lackluster and it's beginning to bother me. I know I have lots more to say, but I feel like I'm running out of things to say. I'm thinking about going through and gathering up some of the best blog posts, editing them and putting together a best of Anal Amy - in book form. I've always wanted to write the great American novel. I just never thought it would be about sex, but it seems to be the only thing I really enjoy writing about.

I'm also getting the crazy idea that I want to redo the design of the blog. It seems old, stale and stagnant. But it might just be my mood.

Sorry, to be so boring tonight. I'm hoping tomorrow and this weekend give me some inspiration.

Really just checking in right now. Nothing too much to report unless you want to hear about the reading I've been doing tonight. Yeah, I didn't think so. Luke, said he would be coming over soon so maybe, I'll have something good to write about after that.

I'm actually pretty excited about Valentine's Day this year. I have very bad luck when it comes to that holiday. For one reason or another - I've been single. But this year I'm going out with Luke that night. He promises to take me to a nice restaurant. We'll see what he has in mind. Then Friday night, Brett is taking me to a nice restaurant. I have a feeling that dinner might be a little better.

And one last thing before I head off - Clem asked "Do you ever stop to make love, or just fuck?"

With Luke and most of the men I've dated or really you could say slept with - it's been mostly fucking. However, there's been lovers like Brett, Jill's Dad and a few other ex's that could do both - fuck me and make love to me. I think it's the guys like them, that I really remember.

This last weekend is a pretty good example of spending time with Brett and pretty easy to compare with an evening with Luke.

Last Friday night, by the time I parked in front of Brett's apartment, I had two things on my mind - my hunger and lust. For once hunger won out. After, I dropped off my stuff, we drove to a trendy Thai restaurant. It's one of those restaurant in a gentrified neighborhood, where the restaurant wasn't there a few months ago but everyone already knows about it. Just a tad better food and atmosphere than McDonalds.

After dinner, we went to an equally trendy club on the north side of the loop. It's another place that everyone has heard of. It's hot right now, but three months from now it will have a different name.

There was a line to get in so and it was way to cold to wait in line. Brett parked the car in a garage almost across the street while we waited for his friends to get there. They knew someone, who knew someone who would get us past the line.

We ended up having to wait a while, but it was better waiting in his warm car than outside in the cold. Plus, we found a way to make time past quickly.

Brett never has to ask me, I know what he's thinking. He looked me, I smiled and he unzipped his pants. I did the rest of the work. I pulled his cock out of his pants gently tugged on it with my hands until it came completely to life. The parking garage was pretty quiet, and his windows are tinted but I'm sure anyone close by would've gotten a show. Of course that doesn't stop me. I replaced my hands, with my lips, going up and down on his cock.

Unlike some guys, he just lets me do whatever I want. I definitely enjoy that more and it's safe to say so does he.

His friends called to say, they were there before I was done, but of course Brett let me finish the job. He filled my mouth with cum, I swallowed it all.

I could still taste his cum as I started on my first drink. Also, looking at my lips in the bar mirror they looked really red. I wonder if anyone had any idea what I had just done.

Even though, Brett likes to party, dance and hang out at the clubs, it's not like when I go out with guys my age. Brett rarely gets out of control/really drunk.

This past weekend, he introduced me more often as his girlfriend. I've been introduced as the girlfriend before, but being introduced as a friend was what he used to say the most. However, I think he's lying about my age now. I think he's told some of them that I'm 24/25. That kind of bothers me, but I kind of understand. But it's not like I'm 18 either.

We left well before the club closed. We were in the mood to get out of the crowds and go back to his house for some private time.

In the car it's calm, but as soon as we walk into his elevator, we're all over each other. We barely made into his apartment this time. He was fumbling with the keys, while I was fumbling with his cock.

Our clothes come off as we make our way through his apartment, to his bedroom. But at the same time we're not in a rush. I laid down on the bed and pulled Brett on top of me. We kissed, and our hands explored each other for a while - just enjoying being with each other.

He was rock hard, but he used his mouth on me first. His tongue and fingers always do an excellent job. This time with his fingers penetrating me and his tongue playing with my clit, he brought me to powerful and surprisingly loud orgasm.

He let's me catch my breath, but he doesn't wait long before he's on top of me again. He easily slides deep into me. His cock is above average. Luke is nice and long, but Brett is thick and I love the way it looks when he's very hard.

That night, Brett took his time. He slowly pushed his cock into me. It was really just more time to really enjoy being together. However, his pace slowly built up until he was really fucking me hard. But even when he starts drilling me, he doesn't lose his technique like Luke.

He also lasts a lot longer. I had a turn on top, then he fucked me doggy style for several minutes before he came inside of me.

I would've been happy there, but after watching some television for a while we were both in the mood for one last round.

This time, we were going to do anal. He doesn't say anything, he just grabs the lubrication out of his dresser drawer. Along with keeping things like a toothbrush there, I now keep lube.

He pours the lube on his fingers and gently fingers my ass. Just that alone has me squirming and gently moaning. He puts more lube on his cock, then positions himself behind me. I was on my hands and knees waiting for his cock. He gently pushed his cock into my ass.

I know I said this about sex last night, but when a guy first enters my ass - I can't believe I'm having anal sex. It makes me feel so slutty - of course in the good way.

Brett went slowly at first, but he works up his pace. He always makes sure that he's not going to fast or hurting me (too much). However, after a few minutes, he's done holding himself back and begins to fuck me harder and harder. With one deep thrust he knocks me off my hands and starts pushing my head into the pillows. He definitely doesn't slow down.

I don't pay attention to how long he lasts but there's always like cycles of a few minutes where he'll fuck me really hard, slow down and work back up to the fast pace. Then he gets to the point of no return and a few deep thrust into me later, he's cuming in me.

I've had every "hole" filled with cum and that night I went to sleep a very happy girl/slut.

It wasn't one of those weekends where I come back with any exciting/wild stories, but I had a good weekend. Mainly, because I spent a lot time with Brett and in his bed.

But I also did way too much thinking - comparing Brett and Luke. I don't know why I spent so much time thinking about it because they really don't get much more different. I see Brett on the weekends, we spend hours together and leaving each other completely satisfied and exhausted. Luke gets me through the week with late night quickies. It's not always the best sex, but overall it's good. But I still spent a lot of time thinking, especially driving back to college earlier tonight. There really isn't anything else to do but think on the long, dark drive back to the middle of nowhere.

Here's a sample of an evening with Luke. One of the night's last week, we met up after class and went out for dinner at McDonald's. It's definitely not the most romantic place but he always makes it interesting. He's always making me laugh and it's not just a dumb sense of humor like some guys - he has a very smart, quick sense of humor.

After dinner, we went our separate ways. He goes to work, I went home to study. When I got bored with that I headed over to the gym to see Luke/work off the McDonald's meal. Even though I haven't been able to get him to sneak off and have sex with me in the gym, there's always lots of flirting and sexual tension.

This night, he came over around midnight. I was still reading/working on a paper but I seem always find time for him.

It's kind of funny because he'll sit down on the couch with me and we both want to go back to the bedroom and it's always like five minutes until one of us says "So, do you want to fuck."

We ran back to the bedroom like kids rushing to candy. It's a race to get our clothes off than jump on to the bed. The last few times, who ever got on to the bed first got to be on bottom. It doesn't bother me, I like both positions, sometimes the top is even more fun. And it's a nice from being on the bottom all the time.

The night, that I'm thinking about last week, I ended up on top. I usually lose this little race since I usually have tighter clothes that's harder to get off and more clothes to take off.

He was erect, but he wasn't one hundred percent hard. I climbed on top of his legs, kissing him and rubbing myself against his cock. That seemed to do the trick and his cock slipped into me - not by accident.

I like to go real slow at first when I'm on top. It gave him a chance to play with my boobs. He especially likes it when I lean over and rub them against his face. I'm pretty sure his favorite part of me is my tits. Not that it's the first time for that.

I work up to a pace where I'm riding his cock as quick as I can without going to fast where he would keep slipping out.

He started to get close to coming and made me slow down then stop. We switched positions so that he was on top me now. He's still rock hard and I can feel his cock brushing against me, but we just kissed.

After a couple of minutes, he slides into me. I still get excited every time I'm entered, not just by him but by every guy I sleep with. It's like my first time all over again, without the pain.

He didn't hold back and goes straight to pounding me like a jackhammer. (Yeah, I know it's a cliche but it's literally what I think of sometimes when I'm getting fucked like that.) He holds me tight around my back and shoulders at first, but that slows him down. He props himself up by his arms and fucks me as hard as he can. It's probably just a few minutes later and he's cuming in me.

A few more minutes and he's asleep in the bed and I'll go back to studying. Or he'll leave. That night he left. Sometimes he leaves me satisfied, sometimes he leaves me longing for Brett.

While it may seem like I'm pretty negative about Luke, it's just that we're in very different worlds than Brett. Well, that and Brett is a tad bit more mature than Luke.

And I've noticed that Luke seems to be more proud to have me around. While we usually have sex late at night, we spend a lot of time together between classes and in the evenings. He used to only want to see me when we were going to have sex and when I'd go out with him it was kind of like he was hiding me or our relationship. Plus, I don't think he's sleeping with the other girls on campus like he used to be.

I was planning to write about both of the guys tonight but Luke took longer than I thought he would. LOL.

It seems my blog was down for a little while tonight. I have no clue why and it makes me sad. Hopefully everyone that saw it with the error page comes back!

Roughly 20 hours until I see Brett. Not that I'm counting. Pretty quiet night here. I haven't seen Luke yet. I'd like to see him but I have a lot of work to do tonight, if I want to go up to Chicago tomorrow I need to get a lot of it done. So, I'm keeping tonight's post pretty short.

In response to Father Bob - Please don't use the word maturity, it scares me. But, you're right people is key - although it's also the hardest part. Sometimes, I wonder if I found that person that blows my mind away, but I think I haven't yet.

Citykid - I'm not really good talking about what I'm learning about my own sexuality. A. It doesn't happen over night. B. I'm really not good at putting it into words yet.

I'll admit I do think about the blog and what I'm going to write when I'm actually having sex sometimes. Usually it's when I'm doing something really noteworthy or after an intense session.

How's everyone's week going? It's been pretty quiet here. Luke and I have fallen into a routine where he comes over late at night, usually about the time I'm ready to go to bed and we have a quickie. It's good, definitely what I need but I can't wait for this weekend to get here. I can't wait to see Brett it's been way too long.

Tonight, I was at the gym again. It was pretty empty and I was there at the end of Luke's shift. I more than hinted that it would be fun to sneak off to the locker room or the empty and dark basketball court. I thought he was going to go for it, but he wimped out. However, I came close this time. Next time, I think I'll have him! LOL.

The comments related to my gang bang posts have been great. Well, except the one guy telling me I'm not doing anal right if it hurts. Hmmm, thanks for the advice. Please note the sarcasm. I think he needs to read my blog. Even in that post I said why I sometimes like anal that hurts.

The comments have really overwhelmed me - but in a good way. I really want to thank everyone that took the time to comment. A lot of the comments have made me think and all the positive comments keep me writing.

One comment really struck me. It was about how my writing/sex life has changed since I started blogging about it. Looking back it really has changed. Back then I was just another easy slut. I enjoyed sex, but I definitely didn't get the satisfaction that I get now. And now it seems like I have an agenda. I think I'm really beginning to find out what I really like. Through the actual actions and writing about them I think I'm really starting to learn about myself and my unusual sexuality. I can't say that I even understand it, but I'm having fun learning along the way.

On a side note. Any other bloggers that use blogger notice the spell check stopped working? I hope this doesn't last long, don't want the grammar police coming after me.

I guess it's no surprise that the "gang bang" post received the most comments any of my entries have gotten in a while - if not ever.

A lot of people seem to think that the gang bang happened recently. It was more than a couple of years ago. A lot of my attitudes towards sex have changed, while a lot have stayed the same. Sure, I wish the gang bang had been a little more sexually satisfying for me too. However, that was the reality of a lot of my sexual experiences. In some ways I was pretty naive and almost innocent back then. Definitely a slut, but I still had a lot to learn about sex. I got pleasure out of making men cum, didn't really know that I was supposed to get a lot of pleasure out of it too. I really did enjoy that night sexually even if I wasn't left satisfied. I think it really brought out my inner slut, allowed me to do a lot of other things and definitely gave me an insight into men. I don't know if this really clears anything up or if it's just me rambling.

Thanks for the guys that stood up for me against the grammar police. I'm sure I make a lot of typos/grammar errors but even so having someone critique you like that really does hurt and it was nice to see all the positive comments.

I don't know exactly of how I got the nick name of Anal Amy. However, back in high school I had a bit of a reputation of being easy, willing to do anal, even enjoying it and I'm sure some guy was joking around with his friends one day and it just came about.

I guess it is a little weird that I can enjoy the pain that can come from anal sex. The right balance of pleasure and pain really turns me on. I really don't know why but it does.

I'm definitely going to tell Brett the details about my gang bang. However, I don't know if it'll be in person or if I just email him a copy of the text. I was going to tell him last night. I was super horny again, but he was super drunk when he called me late that night. Now, I'm leaning towards saving the story until I can see him.

Really, not much to write about tonight. After last night, I still feel a little wiped out from writing. It doesn't help that I spent most of the day reading and working on a couple of papers. However, Luke comes back tonight and I'll see Brett next weekend - so I'm sure I'll have something to write about soon.

I'm not really sure where to start with this post. The "gang bang" happened more than a couple of years ago, so some of the details are a little hazy. However, just thinking about it this week has brought back a lot of memories.

It was the middle of the summer, my friend and I were spending the day over at her boyfriend's house. His parent's were away for the weekend and they had a pool. We spent most of the day by the pool tanning and swimming. Things were pretty tame most of the day, even though we were drinking. But my friend, Alison and I were drinking those flavored ice drinks that have like a two percent alcohol content. Most of the day it was only Alison, her boyfriend, a couple of his friends and me. But sometime after dark a bunch more of his friends stopped by. That's when it started getting interesting.

Since Alison was already taken and I was the only single female, I was getting a lot of attention. Only back then can throwing the girl you like into the pool be considered flirting. There was a lot of wrestling in the pool and my bikini top may have been pulled to side a couple of times. But for the most part it was pretty innocent.

At some point, my friend and I went into the house to get changed and ready to go out to some club. I was done first and waited out in the living room with about ten guys. But before you start thinking anything crazy, five of the guys left to go to the club. However, I still liked the odds after they left.

I kind of knew something was going on and holding us up because while I was in the bedroom getting ready, Alison's boyfriend came in. I really didn't think they'd be having sex, but I guess I was wrong.

After, a while I was nominated to go check on them. I peaked into the room. I don't think they were doing it right then but they were hidden under the sheets. When I walked back into the living room, I didn't even have to say anything. All the guys knew what was going on.

We didn't have any choice but to wait because the only ones who had a car there were Alison and her boyfriend. We waited watching television, they were drinking beers and smoking weed. I just kept drinking my ice drinks. I definitely wasn't anywhere near even being buzzed, but I was already horny. I just had no idea how horny I actually was.

After a while, we realized we weren't going anywhere that night. That's when things definitely turned more "erotic." One of the guys was flipping through the channels and it ended up on a softcore movie on skinemax. I swear I could feel the testosterone from the five guys just start over flowing in the room.

One of the guys who was definitely most drunk kind of broke the ice that suddenly killed the conversation in the room a few minutes after the movie was put on. Greg told me that he wanted to see my boobs because he didn't get to see them. I told him I would show them to him if he showed me his cock.

He sat down next to me on the couch and so that none of the guys could see him and unzipped his pants. He pulled out his cock real quick. He was soft, but it was nice looking to say the least. I pulled up my tank top, pulled my boobs out of the bra and flashed them. He took a quick nibble before I could pull my shirt down.

One of the guys, Danny asked me if I really did suck cock. At that time there were a lot of rumors about me going through the school - mainly because I actually did the things, however some of the stories I heard were pretty crazy. I said, I did give head.

And that was it for a while. The room was quiet and I could feel the sexual tension. I was starting to feel uncontrollably horny too and wanted to fuck one of them, it didn't matter who.

A few minutes later, I went to the bathroom. When I came out I was met by Greg in the hallway leading back to the living room. But, we didn't go to the living room. He kissed me and we ended up in the parent's bedroom. He sat on the bed, I assumed the position and got on my knees in front of him.

I was really nervous as he unzipped his jeans. I don't know why. I hadn't been nervous before giving a blowjob for a while, but my heart was beating hard and my stomach had the butterflies.

He pulled out his cock and told me "Amy, suck my black cock." I'll never forget that line. I've never been into the whole interracial stereotype because I like cock - white, Asian, Mexican whatever but I was turned on sucking his cock. It wasn't the first black guy I had given head too, but I guess when he told me to suck his cock it really made me feel like a slut. I didn't know that I had a fetish or whatever you want to call it for being a slut but it definitely made me hot.

After a minute, he told me to take my top off. I took my lips off his cock only to take my tank top, then bra off. (white satin bra for those that are interested.)

I hadn't shut the door all the way and I heard it creak open. I didn't look to see who it was until he was right next to me. A guy named Jason stood next to me and without saying a word unzipped his jeans. I pulled his cock out for him.

I alternated cocks, using my lips on while on the other I used my hand. Again not into the whole label thing - but it was hot to see one black cock in front of me and a white cock next to me.

The other three guys had now come into the door to watch the action. That made me feel even more dirty and I was turned on imagining what stories would be told about me now.

Greg came in my mouth first, then I focused all my attention Jason. He was rough now, grabbing the back of my head and forcing his cock deep into my mouth. This was before I knew how to deep throat and when I started to gag he released my head.

It was only a minute or so longer and Jason was filling my mouth with his cum. I kind of thought it was going to be over there, but I guess my hormones had a different idea. I surprised them and I think I even surprised myself when I asked who wanted to fuck me.

I barely had my jeans and my black string thong off and was laying down on the bed when I was joined by Tim. He didn't even bother taking off his clothes. He just unzipped his jeans and pushed them down with his boxers to his thighs.

Everyone was still watching, even Greg and Jason. Greg was stroking his cock, telling me he would be ready for round two soon.

Tim climbed on top of me and I spread my legs for him. He was rock hard as he pushed his cock into me. He didn't last long, but after he pulled out and came on my stomach (this was back when I still thought the pull-out method was a real way to avoid pregnancy) another guy was ready.

Danny was a big guy. His height, his stature and his cock. He had me position myself on the edge of the bed, doggy style so he could fuck me from behind. He really fucked me and made it interesting again. He held my waist with his strong hands and really drilled into me. The bed shook with each thrust.

Chris who had been standing quietly by the door way was convince by Greg and Danny to join in. They told him this was the type of the thing that doesn't happen every day. They told him that there weren't a lot of redhead sluts like me.

He hoped on to the bed the opposite of me. He walked on his knees over to me. I opened my mouth for him, waiting for his cock. He unzipped his jeans and pulled out his semi-hard cock. I quickly made it hard with my mouth.

Alison knew a lot about my sex life, but I think if she had walked into the bedroom right then when I had one cock in my mouth and one cock in my pussy, even she would've been shocked. Even to me it almost seemed unreal, but I was loving every second of it.

Danny came in me and at the time it didn't bother me at the time.

I remember Greg and Jason talking about who should go next. It ended up being Jason. He took over for Danny, fucking me from behind as hard as he could.

Chris came in my mouth a few minutes later. It was a lot of cum and some it dripped out my mouth. All I could taste was cum now.

A couple times, Jason stopped and had me turn around so I could suck "the cum off his dick." I literally could taste the cum then too.

Jason lasted a while. I'll admit for a couple minutes I did get a little bored. I guess Chris, Danny and Tim were getting a little bored too. They left the room. It left just Jason fucking me and Greg waiting his turn. He sat on the bed next to me. He fondled and groped me. He stuck two fingers in my mouth and I sucked them like it was a cock. He put one finger into my ass. It was a bit humiliating but I was turned on.

With a deep thrust, Jason came in me. I could feel the cum dripping out now. I mean it was literally coming out me and I could feel it dripping off of me. Not a lot but I couldn't believe how much cum I had to have in me then.

He didn't say anything to me when he came or after that when he was getting dressed then left the room.

Greg said something along the lines of "it's just me and you white slut." He slid his cock easily into me. He also slid two fingers in my ass as he fucked me doggy style.

He fucked my pussy for a while, but I blurted out that I wanted him to fuck my ass.

Without any lube and really without missing a beat he pulled out my pussy and focused on my asshole. He didn't hold back and he wasn't gentle. After a couple of hard attempts he pushed into my ass. It hurt so much that I literally fell off my hands and knees and on to my stomach.

After a minute or so I was ready to go again. This time we were both laying on the bed. I was on my stomach and he was on top of me. It hurt again as he pushed his cock into me, but it was bearable.

He fucked my ass like it had never been fucked before. From the minute he penetrated me that second time it was like he was in a race to fuck me hard, quick and deep. The bed started to shake and make lots of noise. I started to moan.

I saw my Alison peek in. It was pretty clear that I was having anal sex but I wonder if the other guys had said anything. I didn't think they would tell her, but I'm sure they would tell her boyfriend so she was going to find out if she didn't already know.

I don't know how long he lasted, but it seemed longer than how long Jason had been. At the time it had been the longest my ass had ever been fucked.

Then finally he came. It was kind of anti-climatic. All of sudden he pulled out and felt drops of cum hitting my ass, my back and even into my hair.

He said something like how I was the freakiest bitch he had ever fucked. I sat up on the edge of the bed while he got dressed. I sat naked on the bed feeling like a whore that had been used.

Before he left I thought he was going to kiss me and I leaned forward to accept his kiss. However, instead he told me that I must be crazy if I thought he was going to kiss me after that.

I felt dirty, cheap, slutty and humiliated as he left. I could still only taste cum. I felt cum all over me. Some of it was still wet, some it was starting to dry and stick to my skin. I was sitting in a wet spot on the bed and I felt a little bad for the way we had violated their bed. I couldn't believe what I had just done. I wondered how many people were going to find out about my gang bang. I figured the whole school would know by the time school started back up in a few weeks.

My clothes from my t-shirt to my thong we're moist with cum. It had to me than dripping cum from when the pulled out of me too. I think they had to have used it to whip their cocks clean after they came. I wanted to go home now and my only other choice was to walk home in my bikini. I put the damp clothes back on. I looked at myself in the mirror before I left the room. My hair was messed up, my make-up looked horrible and there was a huge cum stain that was very visible on my red tank top. I could feel the cum against my legs as I walked out of the bedroom.

The guys were gone. They had probably walked home. I gathered the rest of my stuff up and into my backpack. Before I left, I knocked on the bedroom door to tell my Alison I was leaving. She didn't say anything other than "be safe."

She never said anything about it to me. I don't know if she ever found out, but it would be a surprise if she didn't.

I felt like a slut or a whore walking home. It was a walk I was beginning to know all too well. It was my first time walking home from a gang bang but I had done that walk of shame before. I swear everyone driving by was staring at me and knew exactly what I had done.

I'm glad my parents were asleep when I came home. The stain on my tank top would've been impossible to explain. I took a shower when I got home. I didn't care if they would wake up because of the running water but I kind of had to clean off more than the cum. I felt dirty and the shower made me feel slightly human again.

It took me a while to fall asleep. I couldn't believe what I had done. I felt really guilty and imagined whatever one would think. Everyone did find out by the time school started but I think most of them didn't believe it was true.

Looking back on it now, even though it wasn't the best sex, I really enjoyed most of it.

It's also amazing that I never caught anything and don't have twenty kids by now. I definitely want to do it again, but this time I'm going to want to do it a lot more safer.


I have to say, writing this down has really brought back even more memories. My panties are wet and I know I'm going to use my dildo before I can go to sleep.

I can't remember the last time I was home on Saturday night. We had snow storm Thursday night/Friday morning. It wasn't the worse here, but between here and Chicago I guess some places got hit pretty hard so I wasn't in the mood to go drive up there - even though I've been really missing Brett. I suppose I could've gone up there today, but it seemed like a lot to drive up there today and drive back tomorrow. Plus, I really need to spend some time "hitting the books." Brett definitely wanted to see me this weekend, but he didn't go crazy/jealous when I told him I wasn't coming up this weekend. However, I'm definitely looking forward to next weekend.

On a side note, sorry I haven't updated for a while. Last night, I went out with the girls. I definitely could've had a drunk one night stand, but this is going to sound coming from me, I wasn't in the mood for sloppy sex with some random guy. I'm sure it has something to do with Luke stepping up and fucking my brains out this week. I was thinking about writing about that tonight, but I'm in a very horny mood now, and in the mood to write about my gangbang. So without anymore wait I'm going to start working on that post. Hopefully, I'll finish that tonight.