Birthday Gangbang Lineup

You're at your friends birthday party and there'S A BIG group of guys (13) who want to gangbang you in front of the entire party and all the guys at the party end up fucking you in a line

The bass thumped through the crowded house, red solo cups everywhere, laughter cutting over the music at Jake's birthday bash. I was tipsy, skirt riding up my thighs as I danced near the kitchen island, drawing eyes from the pack of guys clustered by the beer pong table. Thirteen of them—Jake's gym buddies, all ripped, rowdy, staring like wolves. One stepped forward, Mike, grabbing my wrist with a grin. "Heard you like attention. How about we make this party legendary?" Before I could answer, he yanked me into the living room center, the crowd parting. Phones came out, cheers erupted. The whole party—guys, girls, everyone—formed a circle, eyes locked on me. They shoved me down onto the rug, skirt flipped up, panties ripped off in one tug. Mike unzipped first, his thick cock springing free, already leaking pre-cum. He gripped my hair, forcing my mouth open, slamming in deep till I gagged, throat bulging. "Suck it, slut," he growled, hips pistoning. The others stripped fast, cocks out—veiny, hard, circling like they owned me. Jake laughed from the line, stroking his fat shaft. "My turn after. Birthday boy's gotta bust first nut on her tits." Mike pulled out, strings of spit dangling, and flipped me onto all fours. His tip nudged my soaked pussy, then rammed in balls-deep, stretching me wide. The slap of skin echoed as the line formed behind him, hands jerking, waiting to wreck me one by one.

Mike's cock hammered my pussy raw, his balls slapping my clit with every brutal thrust, juices squirting down my thighs. "Fuck, she's gripping like a vice," he grunted, fingers digging into my hips, yanking me back onto his shaft. The crowd whooped, girls whispering, guys stroking faster. He yanked out with a wet pop, my hole gaping, clit throbbing. "Next!" Mike slapped my ass hard, red welts blooming. Jake stepped up, birthday boy grinning wickedly. His fat cockhead—purple, veined, slick with pre—pressed against my stretched lips. No mercy: he speared my pussy in one shove, bottoming out, my walls clenching around his girth. "Tight little cumdump," he snarled, pounding relentlessly, my tits bouncing wildly. Behind him, the line jerked harder—cocks twitching, tips dripping. Number three, a tattooed beast named Ryan, gripped his nine-incher, eyes on my asshole winking open. "Gonna wreck that next." Sweat poured off me, pussy pulsing, begging for the flood.

Jake kept railing me, his fat cock churning my pussy into froth, cum from Mike already leaking out with every savage plunge. My clit burned from the constant ball-slaps, nerves firing overload, body shaking uncontrollably. "Fuck—too much," I gasped, but he just laughed, slamming deeper, my walls spasming wildly around him. He exploded with a roar, hot ropes flooding me, overflowing in thick globs down my thighs. Pulled out, pussy wrecked and gaping, twitching open. Ryan wasted no time—his nine-inch beast speared my ass raw, no lube but the mess from my cunt. The stretch tore a scream from me, ring clenching futilely as he buried to the hilt, prostate-pounding strokes making my vision blur. Overstimulated hell hit: pussy still quivering from Jake, ass now violated, every thrust sending electric jolts through my core. Third guy—blond brute—shoved into my mouth, skull-fucking me while Ryan reamed. Drool poured, throat raw, body a live wire of raw sensation, clit pulsing untouched agony. I squirted messily, hips bucking, but the line pressed on, cocks throbbing, unrelenting.

Ryan's nine-incher pistoned my asshole like a battering ram, the veiny shaft dragging my ring inside-out with each pullback, cum-slick walls fluttering in protest. Blond brute—let's call him Chad—gripped my hair, ramming his girthy cock down my gullet, balls smacking my chin, pre-cum and spit bubbling from my stretched lips. Gags choked out as his tip battered my tonsils, throat convulsing around him. Overload crushed me: assfire from Ryan's brutal reaming fused with pussy's empty throbs, clit a swollen nub screaming from neglect, every nerve a frayed wire sparking agony-ecstasy. Chad's pubes ground my nose; I sucked air through tears, squirting again, clear jets arcing onto the floor. Ryan growled, flooding my bowels with scalding spurts, pulling free—my hole prolapsing slightly, farting cum. Next: two guys at once. Black dude with a curved monster plunged my pussy, while tattooed Ryan's buddy claimed my ass double-deep. Stretched to ripping, I howled around Chad's final pump, his load blasting straight down. Line surged, cocks leaking, my body a quivering fuckmeat frenzy.