Fifty-Man Anal Marathon: Can I Handle It?

I’m always up for a challenge, but would I be up for a fifty-man anal marathon?

“A what?” I asked incredulously.  “A fifty-man anal marathon?  Fifty guys fucking me in the ass?”

My eyes were wide as I tried to picture what that would be like.  Subconsciously, I ran my hand over my ass cheeks.  I love anal. But fifty guys fucking my tight hole?  I didn’t know if I could take it.

“It’s going to be so fun!” Sophia exclaimed.  “The guys are super excited.  It will be record-breaking!”

You have to hand it to Sophia, when she has an idea, she makes it happen.  She’s my sexy stripper friend with big giant tits.  And it is hard to say no to her when she looks up at you with those pretty blue eyes and pink pouty lips.  I’ve stripped with her at a few bachelor parties, which were always fun.  So I bet a gang bang would be even better!

“Count me in for the fifty-man anal marathon!” I exclaimed.

She squealed in delight and gave me a hug, pressing those firm tits up against my chest.  She gave me a quick kiss of thanks, before pulling away and dashing out the door.  “I’ll text you all the details,” she said breathlessly as she ran off, obviously eager to plan the fifty-man anal marathon for me.

It didn’t take long before I heard my text notification go off.  It was all very clear:  “Meet at the club at noon.  End time TBD.  I’ve got all 50 guys arranged, the cameraman, and buckets of lube! Can’t wait, it’s going to be hot!” The last sentence was followed by a handful of eggplant emojis and flames.  I giggled, wondering what I’d gotten myself into.

The next morning, I stood outside of the club feeling incredibly nervous.  I tugged the hem of my dress down and took a deep breath.  I couldn’t believe I was going to be part of a fifty-man anal marathon!  When I pushed open the door, my jaw dropped.  There were men everywhere!  And all kinds!  Tall, short, young, old, white, black, half-dressed, half-hard – I couldn’t believe it.  All of these guys were going to fuck me in the ass!  I felt a shiver of excitement as they started greeting me, waving and smiling and giving me a wink as they showed off their cocks.

My nervousness turned to excitement for the fifty-man anal marathon.

A man approached me.  “Hey,” he said, holding out his hand. “I’m Matt, I’m going to be prepping you.”

My look of bewilderment must have given me away because he continued, “Nothing to be worried about.  Let’s get you undressed.  And then I’m going to give your bum a little bit of attention.”  Matt winked.  “It will feel really good, I promise.  I have a very talented tongue.  Then we’re going to get you all lubed up and ready.  Are you excited for the fifty-man anal marathon?  The guys definitely are.”

I nodded.  To be perfectly honest, the idea of Matt’s tongue in my asshole turned me on.  I know it was a fifty-man anal marathon, but maybe I could convince him to do a little pussy licking as well.

When we walked into the back room, Matt pulled my dress off gently and buried his face in between my ass cheeks.  I let out a gasp as his tongue pushed into my hole.  He wasn’t kidding, his tongue felt amazing.  I didn’t want him to stop.  But when Sophia opened the door, I knew it was time.

I was checking a fifty-man anal marathon off my bucket list!

Sophia led me out to the club floor.  Fifty men, of all shapes and sizes, were standing in a circle, their hands working their cocks.  It was a fifty-man anal marathon, starring me!  Ready to get started, I dropped down on to all fours, wondering who the first brave man would be.

Then a tall black man stepped forward.  A big black cock was going to be the first one in my ass?  Before I could get nervous, an older man stood in front of me, offering his dick to my mouth.  I began sucking on it as I felt the first cock enter my ass.  I yelped as I felt my hole stretching.  Then I began to relax as I rocked between the cocks.

Soon, the fifty-man anal marathon became a whirl of dicks and cum!  My ass was getting pounded, but my pussy was dripping I was enjoying it so much.  And my mouth and hands were keeping all the guys hard.  I was having the time of my life!  Some guys were pulling out and shooting cum on my ass and back, even my face.  Others were in so deep, I could feel the cum flooding my hole.  And the few times I looked up, I saw Sophia changing the counter.  Twelve, eighteen, twenty-five, thirty-seven, forty-eight.  And there it was: number 50!

Where would you stand in my fifty-man anal marathon?  Would you want to be my first? Or my fiftieth?

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