Gang Bang Stories

Before London had really started swinging, before the Summer of Love, there was rural England — where duty mattered, marriages endured, and women were expected not to ask for too much. But in the summer of 1964, one lonely shopkeeper begins to wonder if life has passed her by. Then, during one extraordinary afternoon, a pop group, a Mars Bar, and a tub of petroleum jelly alter a wife and mother’s life forever.

This is a continuation of my story. In this story my uncle allows a group of me to abuse me for their pleasure.

Polly was the postmistress of Licking Lizard, California. She took her job seriously enough to stay in the dying town to service the 1,000 or so inhabitants. Polly's "servicing" extended far beyond the delivery of mail. She was determined to spread her sweet honey to as many men and women as possible despite the declining trend in population. Tourists were a special treat.

A woman desperate to use a toilet ask if a building just being locked up has one. She is bra less and so her request is granted with the condition she perform oral sex. She agrees and so begin an adventure, ending in a gang bang and water sports.

A farewell house party turns into a gangbang with a seven-guy train.