hash's first gang bang

The apartment lights were soft, the ceiling fan turning slow circles above them. Hashini — Hash — stood in the middle of the room in nothing but sheer black lace panties that were already clinging wetly to her folds. Her full breasts rose with each breath, dark nipples straining against the thin fabric. At 45 her warm brown body was lush and inviting — soft curves, thick thighs, the gentle swell of her belly that made the six BWC' s who’d just walked in stare with open hunger.

Sam sat in the armchair, fully clothed, hands gripping his knees, eyes locked on his wife.

The men didn’t waste time on words. They surrounded her slowly, hands gentle at first — stroking her arms, her waist, her hair — before the kisses began.

The first man cupped her face and kissed her deeply, tongue sliding against hers in long, wet strokes while another pressed against her back, lips finding her neck, sucking softly then harder. Hash moaned into the first mouth, her hands reaching back to grip the second man’s hips as more lips found her — on her shoulders, her collarbone, trailing down to her breasts. One by one they kissed her mouth, each kiss deeper and hungrier than the last, tongues tangling, lips swollen, sharing breath until her mouth tasted like all of them.

They peeled the lace away slowly. Kisses rained over every inch of newly bared skin — hot, open-mouthed, lingering. When she was naked they guided her to the dining table, laying her back so her legs dangled off the edge.

The first man — dark-haired, thick arms — kissed her again as he positioned himself between her thighs. He rubbed the blunt head of his cock along her slick entrance, coating himself in her wetness, then pushed in slow and deep. Hash gasped into his mouth, tongue still stroking his as he filled her completely. He fucked her with long, measured strokes, kissing her the whole time — deep, consuming kisses that muffled her moans — until his rhythm faltered. He buried himself to the root, hips grinding tight against her, and came hard.

Hash felt the first hot rush deep inside — thick, pulsing jets flooding her pussy, coating her walls, spilling right up against her cervix. She clenched around him instinctively, milking every drop as he groaned into her mouth. When he finally eased out, a slow, creamy trickle immediately leaked from her stretched opening, white and viscous, sliding down her ass crack toward the table.

The second man took his place without pause. He kissed her swollen lips while sliding into the warm, slick mess the first had left behind. The glide was obscene — easier now, wetter — his cock stirring the fresh load inside her with every thrust. He fucked her steadily, lips never leaving hers, until he too pressed deep and unloaded. Another thick flood joined the first, warm spurts painting her insides, mixing together, forcing more of the creamy mixture to seep out around his shaft as he held himself buried.

Hash’s breathing was ragged. She could feel how full she already was — the heavy, liquid weight of two men’s cum sitting deep in her belly.

They kept going.

The third man flipped her onto her stomach, hips at the table’s edge. He kissed the back of her neck as he entered her from behind, sliding through the slick, cum-filled heat with a low groan. Each thrust pushed more of the mixed loads toward her entrance; when he came he ground in circles, hips flush against her ass, pumping rope after thick rope straight into her depths. As soon as he pulled out, a fat glob of white cream welled up and dripped slowly down her inner thigh.

Two more took her together.

One lay beneath her on the carpet; Hash straddled him, sinking down onto his cock while kissing him deeply, tongues sliding together. The man behind her kissed her shoulders, her spine, then worked himself carefully into her ass while the one below stayed buried in her pussy. They moved in slow rhythm, kissing every part of her they could reach — her mouth, her neck, her breasts — until both men tensed. The one in her cunt came first, flooding her with fresh heat, the pulses strong enough to force some of the earlier loads out around his base in creamy rivulets. Seconds later the man in her ass groaned and emptied himself deep inside her back passage, the sensation making Hash shudder and clench, pushing even more cum from her overstuffed pussy.

The final two saved the most for last.

They laid her on her back in the centre of the carpet, legs spread wide. One kissed her slow and filthy while sliding back into her dripping cunt — the wet squelch loud in the quiet room as he pushed through layers of thick seed. He fucked her with long, grinding strokes, lips locked on hers, until he came with a muffled groan, hips jerking as he pumped yet another heavy load straight against her cervix, adding to the warm, sloshing pool already inside her.

The very last man — biggest, calmest — mounted her missionary. He kissed her deeply as he entered, letting her feel every inch stretching through the slick, cum-soaked channel. He moved deliberately, drawing it out, kissing her through every slow thrust until her body trembled beneath him. When he finally came he pressed in as deep as possible, hips locked tight, and unloaded in long, powerful spurts — six thick pulses that made her belly flutter, the final hot rush overflowing immediately, thick white cream gushing out around his cock and pooling beneath her on the carpet.

Hash lay there panting, legs still parted, her pussy a swollen, glistening mess. Six heavy loads leaked steadily from her — creamy rivers sliding down her thighs, pooling under her ass, dripping in slow, obscene strings.

She looked across at Sam.

“Come here,” she whispered, voice thick.

He crawled to her on his knees. Hash reached down, scooped a thick glob of the mixed cum from her entrance with two fingers, and brought it to his lips.

“Open.”

He did. She fed him the warm, salty cream, then pulled his head down between her thighs.

“Taste them all,” she murmured.

Sam licked — slow, thorough strokes of his tongue through the creamy mess, swallowing the thick blend of six men while Hash threaded her fingers through his hair and sighed. She rocked gently against his mouth, letting him clean every drop that leaked from her well-used cunt.

When she was satisfied she pulled him up and kissed him — slow, deep, tasting herself and all of them on his tongue.

“Next time,” she whispered against his lips, “they’ll fill me again in our bed. And you’ll lick me clean right there… every last drop.”

Sam’s voice was hoarse.

“Yes, Hash.”

She smiled, soft and filthy, still leaking slowly onto the carpet beneath her.

“Good boy.”1.6sFast