Originally Posted by
SophiasChoice
I had my first gangbang about two months ago, and it wasn't planned. As with the OP, I also fantasized about being gangbanged, but as others have stated, be careful what you wish for. I'm transgender, and went to a bathhouse for the first time. I had called earlier to ask the person working there if transgender were allowed there, and he said it wasn't a problem, as long as it wasn't a women's only day (even though I am a transgender woman, I still have my "clitty"). I figured if I went right when it opened, I could relax, and not worry about too many people being there. And there wasn't, there were only two people in the sauna when I went in. I still had my towel around me, and I laid down on my belly to relax, with my towel still draped over my body. When one of the guys left the sauna, the other one, an older gentleman, had started stroking his cock while staring at me. His cock was nice looking, maybe about 5 to 6 inches, pretty average sized. I started blushing, but he didn't stop. I don't know why, but I decided to remove my towel so he could see my backside naked.
He said something in Russian, stood up, fondled my ass and tried to stick his finger in there, and then left. I was like, wtf? A few minutes later, he came back in with a box of condoms and some lube. I was turned on at this point, and when he put a folded towel on the ground, he waved me over. When I walked over to him, he said more things in Russian, started fondling my breasts and nipples, and then turned me around. He put on a condom, lubed my ass, and started fucking me slow, but eventually pretty hard. Other guys came in, saw what was happening, would stroke their cock next to my face, and I started to stroke their cocks with my hands, and even started giving blowjobs. When guys were done fucking my ass, they removed their condoms and would cum on my face. I thought I would enjoy it, but I didn't.
Reality washed over me, and I realized how fucking dumb and unsafe it was. I told them that I wanted to stop, but they said not until after they were done. I started to cry at that point. I was still being gangbanged maybe half an hour after I started crying. At least half a dozen men had fucked me before they let me out of that room. I didn't even take a shower, I had sweat, cum, lube, and tears everywhere, but I started getting dressed as quickly as I could, but I could hardly stand because my legs and ass were so sore. One of the employees helped me to my car, and actually drove me home and stayed with me for a while to make sure I was okay.
I got my STD tests back, and everything is negative, so I'm relieved. That was what I was mostly worried about.
Anyways, while I loved being gangbanged by the first few guys, when I realized I couldn't stop when I wanted to, it made me realize that gangbangs weren't for me. Also, if I knew they were STD free beforehand, that would have made it better. Being gangbanged isn't like what you see in porn, and it's not like what you imagine it to be. It's less intimate, less pleasurable the longer it goes, and the feeling like you're being used just for your body just makes you want it to stop... but trying to get people who are fucking you to stop fucking you is not something you can control very easily.
Our sorority was well known for its sex parties. We could have set you up for a wonderful train.
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