Suzanne Portnoy

One of my favourite fantasies goes something like this. I’m in my favourite sauna club surrounded by guys. I look around and realise that I’m the only woman there and that, for once, the men are generally all decent looking and well hung. None of them are over 50, none of them are under 30, they are all well proportioned. Unlike reality, there are no beer bellies, no cocks so small that they are practically invisible behind a forest of black pubic hair, nobody so white that their skin is practically transparent. Noone smells of tobacco. This is my fantasy, after all. I sit around in the jacuzzi for a half hour or more eyeing everyone up and then I move to one of the private rooms. I know that the likelihood is I’ll be followed by one or more of the men there.

I enter the room, lay down my towel and pull out my vibrator, leaving the door to the room slightly ajar.

As expected, within minutes I have company. Then more men join me until it’s a fantastic gang bang. I’m getting penetrated and licked by so many cocks and tongues I can’t distinguish one from another. The guys all take turns with me. There is double penetration. One man licks my pussy in just the way I like. I have a thunderous orgasm. It’s fantastic fun. That’s why it’s a fantasy.

So there I am today, in my favourite place, trying desperately to get warm. It was not easy. The door to the steam room kept opening and shutting. The jacuzzi was rather chilly. The sauna was not as warm as it could have been and the hallways were freezing. I knew it was going to take a while for what heat I could find to get deep into my bones. I don’t warm up easily. When I’m really, really cold it takes me an hour in the steam room, sometimes longer, just to sweat.  But I was not in a rush. The place was extremely quiet and I was enjoying the time to myself. I had all day to warm up.

After three hours, the place started to fill up. A couple came in wearing their swimming costumes and started fondling each other in the pool. A guy in the jacuzzi started wanking and a very attractive Italian man with foppish brown hair and olive skin took his place in the jacuzzi next to me. Before long, I felt his hand travelling up my leg and feeling suddenly frisky, I let him continue, until his fingers were flicking my clit. I kept my eyes shut and let him continue, not wanting to make contact with the people opposite me - the wanking man and a blonde woman about my age sitting next to him. The jet stream under my bum was hitting my pussy temporarily confusing me as to whether my new neighbour really was flicking my clit or merely stroking my leg. After a couple of minutes, it became clear that it was his fingers doing all the work and I opened my eyes, laughed and said, ‘Don’t you just love this place?’

He said something I couldn’t really understand and carried on. Five minutes later he got out and said, ‘Catch you around.’

‘Sure,’ I said and smiled.

Immediately three big, burly guys took his place. Big, rugby playing type guys, in their late twenties and down in London for some fun on the town. They had been up all night drinking and came to the sauna place to chill out and possibly have fun. One guy, the biggest and best looking of the lot and with a big, fat cock came and sat down next to me. ‘You ever seen a cock this big?’ he said, noticing me starring.

‘Yes,’ I said. ‘I’ve seen lots of cocks that big and some even bigger. But it’s a nice cock.’

‘Today is obviously big cock day,’ I said. There seemed to be an extraordinary number there for a Saturday afternoon. Mostly the sauna place is representative of the world in general but today, for some reason, there were some very big cocks on display. I thought about my fantasy. I thought about the guys sitting in the jacuzzi with me and the Italian guy and the older man on the opposite side of me who had been stroking my back and another man who had been talking to me about OurPlace4Fun, a swinging club I knew well.

‘Do you come here often,’ said Mr. Big Cock.

‘Often enough,’ I said. ‘It’s local. I don’t make plans to come here. I just do.’

‘I’d be coming here a lot more often if I knew you were here,’ he said.

I laughed and got up to go to the steam room. ‘Maybe we’ll have some fun later,’ I said before I left.

‘I hope so,’ he said.

Thirty minutes later, myself and four guys were in the private rooms. Facing the wall of cocks I started to suck each one. Some were hard. Some not so hard. Some didn’t stay hard for long. Condoms went on and came off filled with spunk. My pussy did not get licked as much as I would have liked and the fucking was amateur, not varied enough for my liking. The guys talked throughout until I had to tell them to shut up. One would come and then leave the room, leaving me with fewer and fewer men until there were only two left, both hopelessly inadequate. I sucked, I fucked, I tried everything to get them to come. The cocks got hard, then soft, then semi-hard. After fifteen minutes of effort and knowing that my orgasm wasn’t even in the frame, I asked them both to leave. I took a shower, alone, and then quietly made my way to the private room at the far end of the hall where I knew I would not be disturbed.

I pulled out my faithful vibrator, the Fun Factory Layaspot and quietly gave myself an orgasm, thinking not about the gang bang but about Tom and Greg and Sam and Geoff and Steve - my favourite fun boys. It was a very satisfying conclusion to a very unsatisfying gang bang. Some fantasies are definitely best left unexplored.