I was extraordinarily fortunate to get to live one of my fantasies recently when to celebrate my birthday, our girlfriend Iris threw me a women-only gangbang–a ladybang, as it came to be known. She'd heard me talking excitedly about wanting to get gangbanged on Episode 249 of Life On the Swingset: The Podcast and offered to throw one for me. Hells yeah!
Iris and I asked around to various women we know to see who might be interested in such shenanigans and were able to gather a group of five adventurous souls who were down to fuck me senseless. The delightful Raina even booked tickets to fly in for the event and we knew we had something great on our hands. All but one of the women were play partners. Dot, the gal I hadn't known intimately before the event (but had been crushing on since I met her) is an artist, so I posed nude for her to draw before so we could get to know each other better.
After figuring out logistics and timing via Doodle poll–as one does–Iris & Flick (aka The Committee to get Kat Lady-Banged) conspired to pull everything together. They gathered harness & dildo information from everyone, ensured we had enough gloves, lube, condoms, and saran wrap to go around, and figured out intoxicants and snacks for the crowd. In honour of Ginger, they ensured we'd have the mandatory cheese plate.
Since I'm a control freak and couldn't leave everything to them, I made a group on social media where we could discuss various aspects of the event and it made the buildup to the evening so much more. The night was going to be primarily about the gangbang, but there was a certain assumption that if we had remaining energy, an orgy would commence once I was thoroughly sated. There was a ton of sexy flirting amidst discussions of consent, STI status and testing, limits and hard nos, favourite positions and toys. We knew we'd review these aspects again at the welcome circle night of, but it was great to rev us up as well as to get an idea of people's wants and interests (and absolute no-gos) before the event.
Interestingly enough, one of the women was very intimidated and freaked out by all the pre-discussion and told us during one of our lying-around-naked breaks in the party that in order to attend, she had to keep telling herself that it was as if I'd just come up to her in a bar with 4 other women in tow and asked her to come home with us. Something we'd organized to make the majority of us feel more relaxed really pushed her buttons the wrong way, which was a good lesson, and we were very thankful she was willing to make the mental shift in order to be there.
Finally the night was upon us, and after a last minute dash to the mall for new lingerie, which I felt amazing in but would wear for about 30 minutes, we were good to go. I spent some quiet time breathing and getting my head on straight and I could hear Flick, Iris, Raina, and Wes downstairs getting things organized. They were doing all this for me and I couldn't figure out how I could possibly deserve it. I felt so loved and supported as the small strains of conversation and laughter drifted up through the floorboards.
I headed down to the loveden and grabbed a mimosa while I perused the space. It had been laid-out beautifully. I chuckled at the Liberator Throes covering every surface, the selection of harnesses displayed on the sideboard, multiple dongs on the fireplace mantle. It was clear this was no ordinary girls' night. A knock sounded on the door so we kicked the boys out to go do their thing and within a few minutes, everyone had arrived and we were chatting nervously but easily.
We lined up all the dildos on the mantle and a table below, since we'd run out of room. It was a pretty impressive display and we all oohed and ahhed over the selection and bragged about our favourite characteristics of our chosen toys. The harnesses received similar attention and acclaim before we settled into our welcome circle discussion. We quickly reviewed the points we'd mentioned online, got a sense of everyone's boundaries for that evening, and reminded everyone that they could opt-out of anything at any time. We were ready to get our ladybang started!
Right after we took the mandatory ‘circle of cocks' selfie. And had a 6-dong swordfight.
Iris grabbed me and kissed me deeply to kick things off, and soon four other bodies joined us and I could feel so many hands on my skin but I didn't know what belonged to whom. Mmmm. My face was turned and soon I was kissing Raina, then Hot Mama, then Bex, then Dot. They undressed me and led me to the bed where Iris dove between my legs and the night of countless orgasms began (Raina estimated 15 but said she'd eventually lost track).
I got to celebrate multiple firsts–first gangbang, first all-women orgy, first scissoring, first double-ended dildo–as I soaked five of the seven Throes we had available. Everyone was so attuned to my needs and anytime I was recovering between orgasms, Iris handed me a container of coconut water to drink and rehydrate.
It was incredible to be amidst so many gorgeous women's bodies of differing shapes and sizes; hearing the comments of what we loved about one another's bodies, countered with the comments that most of us had about how we didn't like this or that about our own, or hadn't in our past but had learned to love it.
We took a break for snacks after I'd been officially gangbanged, as determined by International Gangbang Federation regulations. Much giddy laughter and cheese consumption took place as we all stood there a little stunned and wobble-kneed (the second may have just been me). Then we slowly drifted back into the adjoining rooms to pick up the toys we'd been eying to try and got down to business making sure everyone had at least one orgasm.
Riding Iris in the fuckchair (the antique chair I bought after riding Will in a similar one in Chicago last summer, I got to try out an absolutely massive dildo (girthier than the big end of njoy eleven) and I have to confess that I may be becoming a bit of a size queen. A bit later I tried out Raina's favourite, the Eroscillator, which felt really great on my clit, and if I'd been alone and able to focus better, I could have gotten off with it. As it was, joined by five other people on the bed, touching and talking to me, I eventually grabbed my cordless Magic Wand flopped onto my stomach and had the night's final shuddering orgasm.
To summarize, some useful elements for a well-run ladybang:
- Doodle.com poll
- Facebook Group
- More dongs than you can fit on a mantlepiece
- Coconut water
- Cheeseplate
- Fuckchair
We subsided into a giant, soft, cuddle puddle and sighed contentedly. ‘When can we do this again?' was asked and we polled to find out the next person celebrating a birthday. Eventually reality kicked back in and we broke apart regretfully to send people home to partners and kids. I'm sure the neighbours must have noticed the women leaving looking tired but wearing huge smiles.
When can we do it again? I'd best get started on that next Doodle poll!
