Derek and I had been married for three years and had a great sex life, full of fun and experimentation. I was a virgin when we married, but Derek was very experienced and showed me things I had never even imagined.

To make our play hotter, we often rented porn videos, and I was surprised to find out how much I liked those that showed girls in a gangbang.

Seeing four or five guys play a hot young woman really turned me on and made me crave Derek's big length even more than usual. One weekend, Derek had to fly to San Francisco for business, and a girlfriend from work invited me to a party. I told Derek about it before he left, and he said I should have a good time, so there I was with my girlfriend Fran on Saturday night standing in front of a beautiful beach house around Hermosa looking forward to having a couple of drinks and making small talk. As it turned out, Fran didn't really know anyone at the party. She had been out dancing the weekend before and met a guy who gave her the address and time--which meant that we stuck pretty close together at first.

But the house was full of people, all of them great looking, so I began introducing myself. I lost sight of Fran after she disappeared into the crowd of dancers in a large room facing the ocean. I admit that I'm partial to guys with blond hair and blue eyes--maybe it's because I'm Asian--and there were plenty of hot young blond guys everywhere. I was just getting myself another glass of champagne when two guys came up and introduced themselves as Sean and Robert. They flirted with me outrageously, and I surprised myself by flirting back. Maybe it was the champagne, but I have to confess that I really liked the way they looked--tall, tan, and muscular.

Sean may have seen the sparkle in my eyes because took me by the hand and pulled me toward the dancers. Cher was signing "I believe in love," and Sean and I danced close, our hips moving in time. Someone opened a door somewhere, and I felt the cool ocean breeze slide gently up my short little black dress and caress my tight little thong panties, and I realized that my softness was feeling hot and a little moist. Sean moved closer and ran his hands down my backless dress and over my hips. I knew that I shouldn't let him do that--after all, I'm married--but somehow I couldn't resist. Suddenly the music switched to a salsa, and I felt someone move close behind me.

I glanced around and saw Robert. The music and the champagne pulsed through my body, and I felt the heat of both these handsome men and sensed I was going to be naughty. I told them I needed another drink, so we stepped away from the dancers and picked up more champagne. "You are such a hot woman," Robert said with a smile. I laughed in spite of myself: "Down boys! I'm married." "Better and better," Sean said. "So am I." I took a big sip of champagne and tried to calm down, but was startled when two other tall, handsome men walked up to us. "Hey! Are you trying to keep this beautiful woman all to yourselves?" one asked. Sean and Robert laughed and then introduced me to their friends Michael and Scott. There I was, surrounded by four gorgeous guys, and I could feel their eyes moving up and down my body.

Whether it was the alcohol or all the attention, I don't know, but I began to feel a little dizzy and it seemed that my tongue was so thick that I couldn't pronounce words correctly. "How are you?" came out as "Howz are youz." "Whoa," Robert said as I lost my balance. "You need to lie down for a while. Come on, I'll help you.

" So Robert put his arm around me and led me upstairs away from the crowd.

His arm felt good around my waist, and I sensed that Michael, Sean, and Scott were close behind us. Soon I was stretched out on the bed, with Robert seated beside me holding my hand and the other guys at the foot of the bed staring down.

I expected Robert to kiss me, and I wasn't surprised when he did, but I was surprised by the fact that I kissed him back.

Then I pulled away. "No," I said, "I don't want to do that. I'm married." But Robert didn't seem to hear me because he leaned down and kissed me again. I couldn't help moaning, and then I could feel his hand stroking my breasts.

My nipples were hard in an instant, and I put my tongue into his mouth as far as I could. Suddenly, the bed shifted, and I could feel male heat all around me. There were hands on both thighs, my breasts, my stomach. I moaned again and tried to sit up. I really couldn't do this, no matter how exciting it might be. But my body refused to obey my mind.

I told it to sit upright, but instead it writhed under the pleasure of these strange men touching my body. Before I really knew what was happening, my clothes were gone as were those of the guys. I looked up at their four hard lengths and my softness began teasing. I knew then that I had to play each of those big lengths. I knew I had to have a wild gangbang, no matter what.

"Give me length," I said, and my body shuddered. "I need length.

" Robert shoved his length into my mouth while Scott began eating my wet softness.

I grabbed Michael and Sean, a length in each hand.

Their lengths were hard as stone, and in moments I had my first climax. I pulled Robert's length out of my mouth and told Scott to play my softness. He rose and without a pause rammed his length into my softness all the way.

"Yes, I love length," I said. "I want length.

" And they gave it to me. I pulled Robert's length back into my mouth and began stroking Michael and Sean again.

Suddenly I felt Robert's length get even harder, and I knew that he was going to cum.

He went rigid, and his hot cum shot deep into the back of my throat. I swallowed but he kept cumming, and I swallowed again and yet again. The sight was too much for Scott, because suddenly he groaned and shot a huge load into my softness.

There was a moment's pause, and then they pulled away.

"I want more length," I said, and Sean dropped beside me and pulled me on top of him. In an instant I was sitting on his hard shaft. He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me down tight against him, and then I felt Michael behind me, standing at the foot of the bed where my soft place rose up to greet him, the head of his length moving up and down the crack of my soft place.

I knew what was coming and wanted to protest, but all I could say was "Yes, play my soft place. I want you to play my soft place." And he did. The head entered, and I thought I would explode. Then as Sean paused, Michael shoved it in all the way, and I had one massive length in my tight softness and another in my even tighter sensitive place. Two lengths. I was being play by two lengths at the same time. I felt like a dirty little slut, and I loved it. I realized that I WAS a dirty little slut who loved getting played.

Sean and Michael began moving together, and the pleasure was so great that I screamed when my climax came, my entire body quivering. All Sean and Michael did was slow down enough to let me catch my breath--they weren't finished yet. My softness and soft place were on fire, and I knew that only more hot loads of cum would put it out. Scott climbed onto the bed, hard again. "I want to play your mouth," he said. The thought of having three lengths inside me at the same time was too wild, so I opened my mouth wide. I was lost in the sensation. The playing. The playing. The playing. A length in my mouth.

One in my softness. Another in my tight soft place. I wanted to be played all night. They were breathing hard now, and I sensed that they were ready to cum.

I played them harder.

A wild woman. An animal. Michael came first, and I felt his hot cum explode into my soft place. Then Sean dumped his load in my teasing softness. I wanted to scream but didn't because I didn't want to lose Scott's length in my mouth.

I moaned load, and then Scott came, shooting a hot load that was so big that I couldn't swallow it all and I felt some of it running down my chin. They pulled away from me, leaving me in the middle of the bed wanting more. "I want more length," I told Robert, but he just laughed and shook his head. "I'm worn out. Hold on for a second." I watched him slip on his slacks and wondered what he had in mind, but I learned quickly enough. He came back in with three more guys from the party, and in an instant I was being played again. I took it in the soft place again, in the softness, in the mouth. Cum was oozing out of my softness and sensitive place, staining the bed. They took turns, playing me over and over. When one of the guys couldn't go any more, he went out to the party and brought back one or two fresh lengths. I played them all, no longer caring that I was married or even what the guys looked like. I came so many times that I lost count. I lost count of how many times I was played, lost count of the number of guys who played me. At some point, I must have fallen asleep. When I woke up, I was alone. The sun was just coming up, and I still had cum teasing out of my soft place and softness.

With a dazed smile on my face, I put my clothes on and stepped out of the bedroom. Fran, of course, was nowhere in sight, and the house seemed empty. I found the phone and called a cab, and in no time at all I was back home. I resisted taking a shower as long as I could so as to enjoy the smell of sex that clung to my body like a second skin.

My softness was sore, and my sensitive place burned, but, oh, what I time I'd had.

Now the only thing I had to figure out was how to convince my husband that I wanted another gangbang--and soon! But that's another story.