I was chatting with a friend yesterday—who, by the way, is a psychologist—and I was saying how fucking much I love gang bangs. I'd already told him about my first time. Then he stopped and said: “I think about the aspect of how much was consensual and how much was coercion. But I understand that in the end, you liked it.” I replied yeah, it was consensual in the sense that I said “yes” right then... but I recognize there was psychological coercion for sure. And it was exactly thinking about that that I decided to drop this TBT here.
These days, I'm out and proud: I fucking love gang bangs. I love the feeling of being the center of a bunch of cocks, losing track of how many times I cum, feeling used and desired at the same time. It's my all-time favorite kink.
But when I think about the FIRST one... fuck, the story's a whole lot more complicated. There's the full story right here on the site: Simon Says III - The Gangbang Princess
It was May 2015. I was still pretty young, with a girl's body thinking it was already a woman's. Diego—my cousin, who was my whole world back then—had set it up at Adriano's place, his best friend. It started with three: him, Adriano, and Gabriel, Adriano's brother. I'd done it with them before and was dying to do it again. We drank, laughed, me grinding in each of their laps... until the doorbell rang.
Suddenly there were three more dudes I'd never seen in my life. My stomach dropped. “Fuck, for real?” My heart was pounding in my throat. Part of me wanted to bolt. The other part... was already wet just imagining it.
Diego pulled me aside. Looked me in the eyes and said seriously: “You're not obligated to do anything. If you wanna go home, I'll take you right now. No one's gonna force you.” I could've said no. Could've gone home. But... I didn't wanna disappoint him. I wanted to be his little slut. Wanted him to look at me with that naughty pride. I had a huge crush, this crazy need for approval. I thought about saying no, but then the fear of being rejected hit. So I said: “I want to. I'll handle it.” Not exactly because I wanted to, but just to make him happy.
In the end, I came so much I lost count. Screams, spit, cum dripping down my thighs, the raw smell of sex taking over the pool. I was in heaven and hell at the same time.
When it was over, I bolted to the shower. Hot water hitting my sticky body. And then... it hit me.
I started crying. Crying for real. Alone in the stall, leaning against the tiles, thinking: “Why the fuck did I do all that?” I hadn't been raped. No slaps in the face, no dragging. But looking back now... there was psychological coercion, yeah. I was so fucking young. Wanted Diego's approval so bad, wanted to be “the chosen one,” that I said yes even scared, even not 100% into it at the start.
It was validation. It was “if I don't do it, he'll think I'm boring and lose interest.” He loved having that control, corrupting me bit by bit. And me... I let him. Because deep down, I wanted to be his.
It was fucking confusing. Horniness mixed with shame, pleasure mixed with emptiness. I came out of the shower feeling dirty inside in a way no soap could wash off.
But you know what's wild? That day was the start of everything. Today I truly love gang bangs. Not from pressure, not for anyone's validation. I love it because I choose it. Because I run the show. Because I know exactly what I want and how far I'll go.
That first one was tense, it was pressure, it was emotional coercion dressed up as desire. But it was also where I found out I could go way further than I ever imagined. And that, deep down, a naughty part of me always wanted it.
Tips for a Safe Gang Bang – Straight to the Point (and No Bullshit)
1. Consent is NUMBER 1 Everyone has to want it 100%—including you. Never do ANYTHING just to please someone. If you're not 100% down, cancel right then. A good gang bang is the one you walk away from smiling and cumming your brains out... not crying in the shower (I've been there and don't recommend it).
Talk it out BEFORE: “I wanna do it with X people, no pressure, I can stop anytime.” Set a safe word: “Red” = everything stops. “Yellow” = slow down. Set clear boundaries: “You can cum inside,” “No face slaps,” “No hair pulling,” “Anal only with tons of lube.” Anal happening? Decide it upfront.
2. Health First Up-to-date tests: Everyone (you + all the guys) with HIV, syphilis, gonorrhea, chlamydia, and hepatitis tests done less than 30 days ago. Condoms on EVERY penetration, or PrEP + frequent testing if bareback. Bring your own kit: Condoms, lube (a shitload!), wet wipes, and female condoms if you prefer.
3. Picking the Crew and the Spot Ideal number to start: 3–5 (6+ gets chaotic as fuck). Stick to guys you already know or who have solid refs. Spot: Private house with a bathroom handy, hotel, or motel. Never public or some stranger's place. Have a trusted “host” who stays sober and handles everything. Like they say: “If you organize it right, everyone gets fed.”
4. During the Fuck Fest Drink little or no booze (it kills control and consent). Hydrate (water + Gatorade). Gang bangs wear you the fuck out. Smart positions: Don't stay on all fours the whole time (knees and back hurt like hell). Switch to lying down, side, sitting. Lube on the ass and pussy constantly. Don't let anyone go more than 10 minutes straight to avoid injury. Weird pain? Stop immediately. No debating.
5. Aftercare (The Most Important Shit Almost No One Talks About) Right after: Hot shower, water, light food. Stick with someone you trust (could be the organizer) to talk it out. You might feel sad, empty, or cry 24–48 hours later—it's normal. Have someone to give you cuddles and a shoulder. It's not weak, it's self-care.