Part One

Life on the road has its challenges (particularly in regard to relationships). My most recent project required being on site without an opportunity to get home for a few months. I had been in contact with Sasha to arrange a get-together with her upon my return. She had some exciting news for me: she found a girlfriend ... one who was willing to play. I demanded and received a few photos, one of Sasha issuing a long and slow lick to her new friend. I could not see her face, but what I saw was enough.

Photo: Sasha & GF 01

My flight arrived on Tuesday evening and Sasha asked me to come to her place on Wednesday afternoon as her room-mate was out. Perfect! Then I get a message about a Wednesday afternoon gangbang ... with a young and innocent looking Armenian babe. Damn! I told Sasha that I had a meeting on Wednesday. What about Thursday? Then I get a message about a gangbang on Thursday evening with Elena (whom I described in this report). Should I skip Elena? I suggested to Sasha we should hold off until the weekend. She replied that her period would begin on Friday and that she really wanted to see me. It doesn't rain, but it pours.

By now I was home. Sasha suggests that we might meet that night. Excellent ... if she can pull it off. She has a kid and a weird room-mate so she has to navigate around those problems. She figures she could make it for 9pm. Would I like her to bring her girlfriend? Hell yes! I told her to skip the long bus ride, I would spring for a taxi.

She sends me a message every few minutes announcing her progress on the plans. At 8:30 she sends the message that she and her friend are on their way. Half an hour later, my bell rings.

Sasha looks as dirty as ever and gives me a smile. I'm careful not to stare at her girlfriend, she is damn cute with a green dyed pixie haircut. I give Sasha a kiss and introduce myself to Merriam. She is super sweet.

As the girls take off their coats, I prepare drinks. Merriam is dressed in a hot, tight, red and black dress over a pair of jeans. Sasha is in her usual black punk attire. Merriam takes a spot on the couch while Sasha sits on the edge of the bed. As we chat, she prepares her traditional per-coital joint.

After enjoying the modern version of the peace-pipe, it was time to get busy. I was nibbling Sasha's neck, driving her mad, and making out with her. I proceeded to stroke her breasts. Sasha gave some instructions to Merriam, who discarded her jeans and was now in just her form-fitting dress. I gestured for her to join us on the couch "I need some help with this girl."

Merriam sat on the other side of Sasha as we removed Sasha's top and bra. She lay back and we each took a nipple. Sasha was giddy with delight. The two of us alternated between nipple and neck and ear and mouth. I gradually got her jeans undone and worked my fingers around her nether regions. I would occasionally stroke Merriam's hip and hair as she and Sasha made out.

I decided to venture south and leave the girls to enjoy each other. What my fingers had started, my tongue continued. Sasha was gradually getting Merriam out of her clothes.

I was super horny and was ready to plunge into Sasha, now dripping and receptive. I stood up to pull off my pants. Sasha sat up and grabbed my cock, happily sucking it. Merriam, now down to panties, got in close behind her. Sasha instructed her to assist and both girls went to work. Awesome.

As much as I enjoyed the dual blowjob, I was ready for some serious fucking. I pushed Sasha back and climbed in. God that felt good. I told Merriam to play with Sasha while I fucked her friend and she eagerly complied. Her panties were gone at this point.

I propped myself up with my right arm, leaving my left to alternately stroke Sasha and Merriam. After several weeks of celibacy, I was in total machine mode, pounding that girl relentlessly.

When I finally stopped to catch my breath, I told Merriam to lay at the top of the bed and have Sasha go down on her. This presented her ample bottom to my further attention. Sasha was primarily using her fingers on Merriam. The girl was just laying there with her eyes closed as Sasha worked her magic.

When we slowed down, I asked Merriam if she was OK. Sasha knew exactly what I meant and told me that she was very quiet. With some embarrassment, Merriam assured me she was enjoying herself.

I told Sasha to start kissing Merriam as I pulled the younger girl toward me. As the two of them made out, I buried my face between Merriam's legs. The girl's labia was simultaneously large and small. The lips were delicate, but long. They were enjoyable to suck, but I couldn't really get 'hold of them with my lips. I busied myself with her clit and performed all my favorite maneuvers on her. Despite our team effort, Merriam would not squirm or moan.

I rose up and pulled her a bit closer to me and eased my cock into her. She was not as wet as Sasha, but her pussy was oh-so accommodating. I took it slow and easy, not wanting to frighten the poor thing, and not wanting to exhaust myself too soon.

Although I was pacing myself, I was getting tired. I had the girls move aside so I could lay on my back. Sasha mounted me while Merriam got comfortable on my face. Sasha likes being on top; she loves to grind away and do everything she can to bruise my pelvis. Meanwhile, I was probing Merriam with my tongue. My hands soon discovered that the two girls were kissing, licking nipples and generally having a good time with each other.

When Sasha exhausted herself, she announced that she had to run to the toilet. Merriam lay down next to me to wait. I suggested we continue with sixty-nine until Sasha returned. That gave me more face time with Merriam's pussy.

Sasha returned and checked her messages. Her phone chirped a couple of times during our play, but she thankfully ignored it (seriously girls, is there any phone call really better than fucking?). She said she had a couple of calls from her room-mate, probably insisting that Sasha come home early. She said she wouldn't even look at the text, just in case.

She was finally ready for more action. I had Merriam mount me this time, assuming Sasha would ascend the secondary throne. Instead, her face lit up with an idea. She got behind Merriam, holder her in a semi-choke hold, and played with her clit and nipples. Merriam's head was thrown back, but she uttered nary a peep. Sasha, on the other hand, was looking devilish as she pressed against the girl, holding her tight and trying to bring her off.

When Merriam finally did cum, I couldn't even tell. She just sort of collapsed, supported only by Sasha. I pulled the poor girl to my chest so I could continue. Sasha took her cue and began massaging my balls. Had I thought about it, I would have had her pull my cock out of Merriam and give it a few good sucks before shoving it back in, but I was in a state of bliss.

Although I was prepared to continue fucking all night, I knew Sasha had to get going by midnight. With her hands on my balls and my cock buried in Merriam, this was as good a time as any to celebrate my return to Montreal. I let loose with an epic orgasm.

I stayed inside Merriam while I recovered my wits. Sasha was amused by my total state of exhaustion. She checked her messages again and grumbled. It would be time for the girls to leave soon.

We hit the shower to get cleaned up and I called a taxi. I sent the girls on their way while I hobbled back to bed, barely an erg of energy left in my body.

A three-some is a sure cure for jet lag.

Part Two

I managed to sleep late and yet woke up still horny from the night before. This was my second luckiest day in a row because in a few short hours I'd be nailing another horny babe. I had enough time to get some food and cleaned up before heading downtown to the afternoon gangbang.

My pal Jean organizes these things on an infrequent basis. I have no idea how he recruits girls, but he manages to find a few new ones each year who are wild enough to take on ten or twenty men in a few hours. I used to think he paid the girls, as prostitution is legal, but he assured me he did not. My own inquiries drew the same conclusion. The guy is just not shy about asking a woman if she'd like to get fucked by a gang of strangers.

Today's event was being held in an apartment that had been used a couple of times before. The tenants are heavily into Goth and it shows. The place is decorated in draperies, iron sconces, mock swords on the wall, leather everywhere and dim lighting.

The Armenian babe, Jean told me, had to cancel for some reason. In her place was Jenny, a young woman whom whom I'd had the pleasure on two other occasions. She did an adequate job at the events, but I was really longing for a new girl.

Jean introduced everyone to Jenny and a couple of volunteers started undressing her. Ten minutes later, she was on her back, a cock in each hand and sucking off a third while a guy's head was wedged solidly between her legs.

Most of these gangbangs are pretty straightforward affairs. The girl ends up on her back getting drilled while guys maneuver in for a blowjob. She then gets flipped over on all fours and they keep at it. There's not cheering or manhandling, just sombre guys waiting their turn. Only the most creative bastard thinks to get on his back and let the girl straddle him. That's usually me, but I was in the zone this day and just wanted to fuck.

Most of the guys are primarily interested in her mouth. I usually need a good suck to get hard enough to fuck. Look, it's damn awkward to be a room with a dozen mostly naked dudes, I need what help I can get. Today I was good. When an opening presented itself, I got reacquainted with Jenny's charms.

Photo: Jenny Gangbang 02

When I'm with a girl, I like to take my time and enjoy every inch and ever second. With gangbangs, that's simply not practical. I'm fucking only a few inches from three other guys. The goal is to give her everything, get exhausted and get out, letting the next guy take over. That's how the girls like it, too. They don't want to make love, they want to be seriously fucked.

Before I exit, ever the team player, I announce that I'll soon need to leave the ring and want to tag out. The next guy is then ready to take over. Sometimes the guys don't clue in and the poor girl's legs are left vacant for some minutes. The braver guys will sometimes go down on her, but unless I'm the first guy in, I avoid such opportunity.

After several minutes catching my breath and having a drink, I'm good to go again. I do this four or five times, always patiently waiting for an opening, so to speak.

The men are a mixed bag of shapes, sizes and ages. There are more than a few wedding bands visible. Sometimes couples attend the gangbang, but not today. One fellow had my attention. He's a good bit older than I, a head of white hair and wearing glasses that were probably in fashion in the fifties, but he was in damn good shape. He was one of the guys who undressed Jenny and was probably the first to get his dick in her mouth. There's nothing odd about that, but this fucker has left the mattress only a couple of times since the beginning of the festivities. I don't look lightly on some dude bogarding the babe, which he sort of was, but the fact he'd been fucking so fucking long was impressive. A lot of guys come in, get their rocks off as quickly as possible and duck out. Some guys show up late, hoping the crowd will have thinned out (which it usually has). Some just can't get it together and are forced to sit on the sidelines for most of the event. A rare few make the most of the time. This guy was making the most of most of the time.

By the end of the afternoon, we were down to a handful of guys. Jenny was still going strong and could probably have tackled twice as many guys as the twenty-some she had already enjoyed. I had finished up and was in the process of catching my breath as I got dressed to leave.

I stuck around a few minutes to say goodbye to Jenny and Jean and headed out. One of the guys with whom I had been chatting earlier caught me on the way out. He told me that he organized gangbangs, too, and wanted to invite me. Sweet!

For the next hour, I walked slowly up St. Catherine Street, window shopping and admiring the women as they left work. It was good to be home.

Part Three

Thursday was pretty much a write-off. I was beat. However, by evening, I was feeling frisky. It was the third luckiest day in a row as there was another gangbang that evening. I rode downtown with a young lady friend. She had no clue as to the sort of debauchery I would be attending within minutes of leaving her. She was definitely not the sort that Jean could talk into being gangbanged (but how I wished it were so).

The object of this evening's entertainment was Elena (I linked to her description in Part One). She looked the same as ever, really slim with pale skin and a hard looking face. She didn't look like the sort who would subject herself to such attention, but she loved it. Now she was standing demurely with her male companion and Jean, listening intently and answering them, but not animated at all.

At the appropriate time, Jean introduced Elena to everyone and asked for volunteers to disrobe her. I was standing close by and volunteered. The grey haird guy from yesterday joined me. We eased Elena out of her thin top and mini skirt. She kicked off her pumps as we lay her down on the mattress. This gave me the opportunity to go down on her while she was fresh. I spent several minutes there while the guys huddled around her head waiting for a blowjob.

When I had finished, one of the guys quickly slid in. "That's the way it's done, boys!" I stepped back and waited my turn.

There were more guys that evening than the afternoon before. I recognized only a few. Some of the guys were in really good shape, which made me feel much older and out of shape than I was. In fact, I later discovered that one was a professional athlete.

I took a couple of turns at Elena, but I really had to position myself to be ready. The larger number of guys, who were much more active than yesterday's participants, were ready to fulfill Elena's requirements. She was happily sucking away at whatever dick was put in front of her and happily accepting any prick that shoved its way between her legs.

Toward the end of the evening, I was really ready to shoot. In every previous event, I let her suck me dry and was prepared to do the same that night. I managed to get into position and let her work her charms. She gives a damn fine blowjob, but I was in a very awkward position. After more than ten minutes, I called it quits. I so wanted to feed her, but it just wasn't happening.

I dressed and hung around for a while longer, watching the action. Not so many of the guys came and went, most were sticking around. Jean was getting ready to join in on the action so I bid him a good evening and departed. It was a nice night so I walked up St. Catherine Street once more. This time, my legs were wobbling so bad passersby thought I was drunk. Forty-eight hours and four women. Not a bad start to the week.

If the rest of the month is like this, I'll be a walking corpse for Halloween.

Um, no specifics about WHERE you were.

It would probably be best if he did not tell us, otherwise, we might all be dead.

Ugh! I did include "home to Montreal" in one version, but lost it during an edit. In any event, the reference to my previous trip report would have tipped you off.