First thing's first.  I needed some pictures of myself in all my glory so they would be sure to pick me to be their third.  The best way back then was to use a Polaroid camera.  But that was problematic because they weren't really designed to take selfies (not that that word was even around then).  I had to be inventive and with some duct tape, a garter belt I caught at a wedding, an Allen wrench, a couple zip ties, and a guitar string I was able to create a mechanism to remotely press down on the button by pulling the guitar string.  After a little work, six or seven hours worth, I had a dozen pictures of me sporting the world’s best hard-on (at least that's what I thought then).

I then proceeded to pick five or six ads to reply to, all of them couples looking for a guy.  I typed up the replies on my computer (yes there were computers then) then printed them out on my dot matrix printer, included a picture, and self addressed stamped envelope. I remember feeling butterflies in my stomach the moment I dropped the letters in the mailbox knowing that there was no turning back.  It was just a matter of time. So I waited... and waited... and finally realized there would be no replies.    

I wasn't yet ready to give up. Another month had passed meaning another issue was available at the adult bookstore.  This time I expanded my horizons a little. Yes, there were still a few couples ads I replied to but there was also an ad from a couple wanting a gangbang for her.  I figured why not it might be interesting and my odds were probably a little better at getting a reply so I sent them a letter too.

My expectations weren't nearly as high at getting a reply from this batch of letters.  And after a couple of weeks I figured nothing was going to happen until one evening I opened my mailbox and "wahoo!" there was one of my self addressed envelopes.  But which one? They all looked alike on the outside. I instantly had that nervous excitement and couldn't wait to get inside to open it.  I remember after closing the door behind me the first thing I did instead of opening the letter was to open my pants and let my cock out, after all this was for him. I gave it a few strokes then slowly opened the envelope. There was a letter and a picture inside. I decided to not to immediately look at the picture saving the best for last. I then proceeded to read the letter.  It was the gangbang and I was invited! With my hard-on fully in place now I looked at the picture.  She was lying on the floor naked with three also naked guys fondling different parts of her.  No faces could be seen but her pussy was clearly visible and I could tell she was reasonably thin.  The picture wasn't the best but it was certainly the best picture of woman I've never met who expressed an interest in my cock! Of course it was wildly exciting and I soon jerked off to the picture and again a half hour later.

I had to wait a week and a half for the day to arrive. It was such a long time and the closer it got the more doubts I had on whether I was going to go.  It was a tremendous fantasy but could I actually go through with it? A million different scenarios of what the night would be like played through my head, some not so good with me somehow landing in jail.  Eventually the day of the gangbang arrived.  I had spent the better part of the morning and early afternoon hanging out with some friends at the beach.  Doubts still pervaded my mind. But the best cure for my doubts was my libido and the more time at the beach watching hot women in skimpy bikinis the more I knew I had to go, besides I had spent so much time and energy to get an invitation, I couldn't not go.

The meeting place was a restaurant bar at 9:00 PM. The house where the gangbang was to occur was on a side street walking distance from the bar. We were to meet at the bar, have a drink or two, then walk to the house in small groups.  It was about an hour drive for me and I left at 7:00 PM just to make sure I wasn't late.  After arriving early I waited in my car until around 9:10 PM then walked into the bar.  I scanned the room not really knowing what I was looking for other than possibly a woman with lots of guys around her.  About that time, a guy approached me and asked me if I was there for the party. I said yes and he escorted me to the area where they all were.  I then saw for the first time the woman I spent the last ten days jerking off to sitting in a booth.  She seemed to be about 30 years old with medium length blonde hair and blue eyes.  She was an attractive woman but even more so she seemed totally at ease, smiling, laughing and didn't seem at all anxious about what was to happen. It was amazing to me to think this completely normal woman was likely to soon be sucking and fucking twenty guys.  After a few minutes of getting some encouragement I walked up to her and introduced myself. She smiled at me, took my hand in hers for a moment, and told me she was glad I could make it.  I then cowered back into the shadows until it was time to leave. 

We broke into groups of about five people.  Apparently a few guys already knew where to go.  I happened to be assigned to her group. It only took us about five minutes to walk to the house but it gave me an incredible opportunity to check her out. I made it a point to walk three or four feet behind her.  Her body was even better than what I could see when she was sitting in the booth.  She filled out her tight jeans perfectly. Her tank top was the perfect complement to her smallish but nicely shaped breasts and nicely hugged her thin waste.  Also, her high heeled pumps drove me crazy with every clank they made against the sidewalk.  As we walked in the front door I thought there is no turning back now!

After entering the door I watched her as she quickly made her way through the living room and disappeared down a hallway.  The man who approached me earlier at the bar, who I now surmised as being her husband, said that Kathy would be back in a few minutes after freshening up.  Ah… Kathy.  I now had a name to the body! There were easily twenty guys in the living/dining/kitchen area of the house. I tried not to make a lot of eye contact but occasionally there would be a polite “hi” or “how are you”. No one really seemed want to talk, especially me.

The wait seemed forever but it was probably closer to ten or fifteen minutes. When Kathy made her way back to the living room her clothing had changed. She now had on a tight black and silver corset that barely covered her nipples, a lacey black thong, black stockings that showed off her incredibly sexy long, thin legs, and her 3 inch heeled pumps had been replaced with a strappy pair with 6 inch clear acrylic heels. These were not the type of shoes you would likely see someone wearing in public but rather a fairly obvious choice for a stripper. She looked incredible and it didn’t take long for my cock to start swelling in my pants.

Kathy then jumped on top of a coffee table so that she was higher than anyone else in the room and asked rhetorically “is everyone ready to get started?”  Quite a few woots and hollers erupted. She then proceeded to state the ground rules which weren’t very extensive at all. “If you fuck me, you need to wear a condom and put lots of lube on it before you stick it in. And no anal!”  Just then her husband turned on some music and Kathy started dancing suggestively on the table.  Based on the amount of scratches and scuffs this was not her first dance on it. By the time she started gyrating her hips, the wooting had died down to a quiet mesmerized crowd. She then slowly undid her corset and eventually tossed it into the crowd. She seemed a little agitated when there wasn’t too much of a reaction and said “Come on boys, I want to see you pull out those dicks!” A few guys were quick to oblige her request. Some were more reserved such as I was.  Kathy then teasingly played with her panties as if see was going to pull them down then stopped. After doing this four or five times she turned around so her back was facing the majority of the guys, pulled her panties off and let them drop to her ankles. As she stepped out of them (not an easy task with those heels) and turned back around, she gave her pussy a few good rubs. She then proceeded to step off of the table so that she could sit on its edge. Nothing was really spoken at that time but it prompted several naked or semi-naked guys to approach her jockeying for position.

The guy who made it to her first stuck his cock right up to her mouth. She never hesitated and started sucking away.  It didn’t take more than half a minute before she had a cock in each hand and alternating her mouth between two cocks.  Within a few minutes, a slight roar erupted as the first batch of cum was spewed on Kathy’s face.

This scene was a lot for me to process and I started getting even more nervous than I already was. Most of the guys that were a little reserved to begin with were now getting naked. A few were lightly stroking themselves waiting for their turn. I was still fully dressed and started feeling a bit overwhelmed. I told myself don’t try to focus on everything just focus on her. This eased my nerves just enough to give me encouragement to say here goes nothing and took off my shoes and socks, undid my belt buckle, and pulled off my pants. I folded the pants neatly making sure there was little chance my wallet would fall out and tucked them under the chair I was sitting on. I then pulled off my underwear to expose my hard-on and just sat there and watched. Over the course of the next ten to fifteen minutes something amazing occurred. I started to relax. No one was staring at me. No one was judging me. This abnormal environment started feeling a lot more normal. I was now thinking I was ready to be a participant instead of just an observer.  However jockeying for position seemed a bit daunting so I waited longer.

It didn’t take more than about 45 minutes to an hour for most guys to have spent a load.  Her face, breasts, shoulders, and some of her hair was covered in cum. Instead of being surrounded by four or more guys she was now taking care of one at a time. No one was leaving but the crowd around her had definitely thinned so I decided this was my time. But just as I started to get up the guy she was sucking spewed all over her. After accepting every last drop she stood up and said her butt was soar and she couldn’t sit on that table any longer. She walked to the kitchen where her husband handed her a towel and she wiped as much cum off of her as she could. She then proclaimed “I want to do something a little different.  I want to be tied up!” After several minutes of discussing logistics, her husband gathered some rope and a bathrobe belt. Kathy then sat down on an ottoman. Her husband tried to fasten the rope around her ankles and the legs of the ottoman then loop it around back to tie her hands. It was very loose, so he tried it again. The second time didn’t work well either so Kathy decide to scrap the idea and asked for just her hands to be tied behind her with the bathrobe belt. She seemed pleased with this arrangement and asked “who’s next?” I hesitated for a moment but then realized no one else was making a move so I got up and walked over to her.

She told me to take off my shirt which I promptly did. I was now completely naked. She then told me “when you are ready to cum pull out and cum on my face”.  I said ok and placed the tip of my cock right up to her lips. She opened her mouth and accepted me in, immediately taking the entire length of my shaft. She paused for a moment only using her tongue to swirl around my cock. Then her lips started going up and down on me. It felt amazing and more over I wasn’t concerned about the twenty guys watching this. In fact it only seemed to heighten the excitement. I was a little concerned about cumming too fast but the surroundings were still so very new that I was able to control myself for five or six minutes.

My eyes had focused on my cock and her mouth for most of that time but then I decided to look down beyond that and saw glimpses of her pussy and started to think about how I have already jerked off to that pussy a dozen times leading up to this day. Then I noticed how absolutely sexy her legs were in those black stockings. The picture didn’t do those legs justice.  And then I looked at those stripper shoes and my shoe fetish started really kicking in and oh my god! I’m going to cum! I pulled out as she instructed. The first spurt was on its way and unbelievably at point blank range I missed her face.  Instead it flew beyond her right check easily eight feet behind her.  It all seemed like slow motion similar to The Matrix as a guy in the path of the projectile tried to dodge it. I wasn’t sure he was hit or not and I really didn’t care. The orgasm I was having was the most intense orgasm I had ever had. The following spurts all landed on her check and I was quivering so much I could barely stand. After the orgasm subsided I told her thank you, picked up my shirt, and walked back to the chair I was sitting in earlier. Kathy then asked to be untied as she was ready to move onto something else. In a way that made me feel kind of special since my cock was the only cock she sucked that night with her hands tied behind her back.

The action then proceeded to the floor so that Kathy’s pussy could get stuffed as well as her mouth. I imagined the party would probably be wrapping up soon but I was very wrong. In fact it seemed to have gained more vigor as guys were now recovering and ready to go again and Kathy was very willing to take them on. I took a moment about that time to scan the room and count the number of guys. There were 23 not including her husband who was not participating at all. With so many guys she rarely went long without having a cock in both her mouth and pussy. And when one of them was unfilled she seemed a bit agitated until someone stepped in to fill the void. Simply put Kathy was a non-stop sex machine. I was now having fun watching everything going on and it wasn’t very long before I was ready to go again. I decided to put on condom, lube up and wait my turn. Kathy was now on her knees sucking anyone in front of her while getting fucked doggie style.  I was a bit more aggressive in jockeying for position and it didn’t take long before I was the man up.

As I slowly entered her I was wondering if she would turn around to see who was inside her. She never did.  It simply didn’t matter to her. I kept going and within a few minutes I was cumming.  It was not nearly the orgasm I had earlier but any orgasm is still a great orgasm. I pulled out and the next guy was already in her before I even made it to a standing position. I walked over to the trash can, ripped off the condom, and wiped myself down with a paper towel.

I decided to put my underwear back on but had not decided whether I would try to go again after some recovery time. I was now feeling pretty comfortable with my surroundings and ventured to the rest room and then to the kitchen to grab some water.  While there I chatted with Kathy’s husband for a few minutes. Oh how much I wanted to ask him questions like “How many times has she done this?”, “Why does she like doing this?” and “Why is he so good with all of this?” But I didn’t. The conversation was left to very trivial fluff.

By then some guys started to get dressed and leave and it wasn’t long before there was only about eight of us left. Kathy was still very much into it but you could see she was also slowing down. Things were definitely winding down. As I was watching, I started stroking myself to see how excited I got. If I got excited enough maybe I’d have Kathy blow me again. But surprisingly my arousal level didn’t get that high and instead I put my clothes back on. By this time the action had stopped and Kathy had left for a back room. The remaining guys were all putting their clothes back on. There was no reason for me to stay any longer but I was hoping to see Kathy one more time so I mulled around a bit.

I wasn’t disappointed as she did return a few minutes later wearing a see-through robe, minus the belt (I knew where that was) and nothing else. The stockings and shoes were gone. She started saying goodbye to everyone and seemed to revert more toward the normal woman I first saw at the bar and less like that sex machine. However, a complete transformation wasn’t possible as she was standing there mostly naked, her hair tangled in knots, and although she cleaned up some there were still numerous spots on cum crusted all over her.  As she approached me to usher me to the door she said “Thank you for coming” and of course thinking I was completely original I said “twice actually”. She somewhat feigned amusement by it but once out the door I thought my comment was kind of stupid.

As I was driving home it occurred to me that the night went far better than I anticipated. I really had fun. It also occurred to me I had no way of contacting Kathy except for showing up unannounced at their doorstep or possibly going to the same bar on another Saturday and hope they were meeting another group of guys. So a repeat performance may be somewhat difficult. I wasn’t too worried. At this point all I wanted to do was get home, take a shower, and go to sleep.

In the days and weeks following the gangbang I thought a lot about it. I learned a lot about myself. The biggest surprise was that I actually liked being naked in front of lots of people and having them watch me orgasm was a huge turn on. I’m an exhibitionist! I also learned a lot about being free from social conformity. I actually admired Kathy a great deal. It was obvious that she was able to conquer any fears she had of not being a perfect little socially acceptable role model and pursue her sexual desires no matter how wild they may appear to most. That night she was the facilitator of 45 to 55 orgasms and she never lost control of the situation. She never once did anything she didn’t want to do. She was truly empowered and not anywhere close to being a victim like some intellectuals or therapists may suggest. I really wanted to know more about what made Kathy tick.  And on a primal level I really wanted her to make me cum again. I did go to that bar again on several Saturdays but no gatherings were taking place.  I even sent a letter to the PO box I sent my first reply.  Unfortunately, it was returned to sender because the PO box had been closed.

I finally had to accept that another encounter was not to be. I also started really thinking about the health risks associated with gangbangs and decided my first pursuit of finding a couple was really what I wanted to focus on. Even after 25 years I think back fondly of that night. I still consider that orgasm the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had but more importantly that night changed me. It changed me forever for the better. I too became more empowered of how I wanted to live my life and I would no longer allow society to dictate how I should cum.