Need gangbang ideas

Pandora is on a one year exchange to Check Republic she was studying the European film industry and her tutor offered her the opportunity to study in Prague college of filmmaking, little did she know that this was a black market porn front specialising in extreme porn movies.
 
Not to be rude, but you should just find another hobby. This isn't the one for you, because after the plot, you have to create scenes and figure out the dialogue. All of which would be too much for you because you don't want to even figure out a plot. Or the characters. Who's going to figure those out for you, because that's a lot too? Writing is a lot of creative work. Period. You're either a writer or you're not.
Disagree, completely. Plotting and writing are 2 halves of a skill.

My suggestion to @Drunk4daddy: Start with what you like:
  • A good girl. What makes a good girl? How does she dress? How does she talk? Is she married? What is her husband's relation to her being a good girl? Is this his expectation she complies with? Or would he love to see her overcome her ambitions?
  • You wanted a pastor or a journalist. Both offer so many hooks.
    • Pastor, confessions, church events ...
    • Journalist: Sent to do a feature on a swinger club, a nude beach, an interview with one of those notorious OnlyFans Gangbangers.
    • My personal favourite: The journalist writes about a conference on current eroticism, which is held in paris: https://forum.literotica.com/thread...or-challenge-official-support-thread.1642536/
    • This even gives you developed characters to work with.
  • Think of how she becomes corrupted.
  • Write the gangbang
  • Find an editor
For me the pivot in the story would be the corruption. You can check out my attempt at writing such a story: https://literotica.com/s/football-moms-club-01
 
Okay, this one has a lot of backstory.

So, Fiona, once long ago she was virgin swooshed up by a more experienced guy. John was a good guy, but somewhat a... I won't call him a looser, but, it didn't play out the ideal way, despite the great love for two slow years, they had a failing out about mundane matters.

So out of the blue, Fiona moved in with Andrew instead one rainy weekend. He had promised what John truthfully couldn't. John was heartbroken of course, but understanding, only warning her Andrew is a violent type. And true, she got a blue eye the second week at his place, and cried about it on John's shoulder... but moved over to Ben.

Andrew was heartbroken to the point of near suicide, but John invited him to have a beer, and they became friends... over being abandoned by Fiona. And so become Ben... he was living with his mom, and said mom and Fiona didn't click, or so the story was. And Charlie, who Fiona said to Jhon was more focused on his hobby than her. And Dave was insufferable workaholic, in her opinion. And Frank was...

Thing is, not only John was the head of Club of Fiona's ex-es, in fact he and Fiona were friends with benefits all through her explorations. But she never really went back to him.

So, where's the gangbang? Don't you see it coming? The club of Ex-es... it's not mean spirited, just sizing an opportunity after one Fiona's rapid transitions...
 
Truth. And perhaps I was abrupt but there is a reason why those of us who are willing to learn and put in the work become writers and people who come here to find others to do it for them, do not.

Not all of us submit to Lit., though.
 
Gangbangs - don't really ring my bell. I'd only done one other before writing this Christmas spoof recently... a group of down-and-outs have their way with a lady Salvationist captain sent to look after their homeless hostel for a few hours. This wouldn't suit the OP, though, as he needs the MC to be 'gagging for it', apparently.
 
At a local sports bar, everyone is watching the Big Game on TV and pretty drunk; the female protagonist says she'll take off her tight t-shirt and show her tits if the favored team gets a big score.

They do and she takes off her shirt, everyone laughs, it gets a little raucous and stuff starts to escalate, with the protagonist encouraging guys to feel her tits for "good luck" and of course they do.

Some women (and men) are uncomfortable where this is going and they leave, dragging their significant others with them.

Other women are into where things are going, some other women are disgusted (or pretending to be), but don't leave and continue to watch.

Things escalate even more and, seeing where this is going, the bartender locks the door, flips the CLOSED sign and now it's a "private party"...
 
For what? I was just pointing out that between those asking for someone else to do the hard work and those actually submitting on here as 'writers', there is a third possibility.
 
Hi folx

First time on the forum so I'm hoping I'm not completely out of it by posting this here lol, please do tell me if I made a mistake!

I'm running out of stories to read and figured "hey! Write your own!" But idk why, I don't really want to figure out the whole thing by myself. Call it weird hang up, I'm okay with reading it and writing it but accepting to come up with the plot myself seems to be a step too far xD

I like plots with women loving being gangbanged sluts, bonus points for being drunk/high (some of my fave series are From sweetie to slutty, Call of the wife for example), bonus points for being a good girl up until now and realising they love slutting it out

Do you have any ideas you would like to read with that theme? Share them here and maybe it'll pop up! Doesn't need to be very elaborate, I can make do with just a basis

Thank you <3
No one is drunk or high (it’s all totally consensual), and these may be less fantasy than you crave (well Cressie is not as grounded in reality as the others), but perhaps some inspiration:

A Belated Christmas Gift

You Spin Me Round

College Blowbang Competition

Hood & Hole

A Good Girl Gone Bad - Ch. 5 - Eight

Cressie Craves Creampies
 
Last edited:
These should work either way:

• A new teacher at an all-boys school is the first woman to ever join the faculty. When they tell her it's her turn to host the quarterly faculty dinner, she plots to offer herself as dessert to the men who stay late.

• A young couple plans the pre-wedding bachelor party, with the masked bride-to-be as the entertainment. Her fiancé is just as excited for the idea as she is.

• A journalism student starts out investigating a biker hangout that is rumored to be a locus for human trafficking. She tells herself it's "for the story" when she shows up on their turf, high, horny and dressed like she's ready to party.

• A pastor's wife is at sometimes at the church late, and sometimes she overhears the people talking in the various groups that meet in the church's meeting spaces on any given night of the week. She overhears the testimony of men who are at a group for sex addicts, and feels a curious hunger developing in her that she thinks these men could help her with.

I am not sure this is anything like what you wanted but this is the start of a story that I have been thinking of writing for a while now. I have not put much in the way of details in but i was going to base the woman on myself and the men might be models or work colleges its no matter, on this day they worked purely for her.

The whiskey warmed her insides, a good buzz that magnified the anticipation humming in her veins. Tonight was the night. Tonight, she would surrender to the desires that had built inside her, a hunger she could no longer ignore. She smoothed down her dress, a simple and elegant piece that hinted at delights beneath. As she walked through the hotel lobby, the air crackled with another kind of energy.

Then she saw them

Five figures, silhouetted against the bright afternoon light streaming through the large windows. Five men, each a promise of raw, unadulterated pleasure. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat of excitement. She recognised them instantly, the carefully chosen participants in her carefully orchestrated fantasy. A slow smile spread across her face, a secret shared between her and the men.

The signal had been given. Just a slight raising of the chin, holding his gaze a fraction longer than was strictly necessary, a tightening of the lips almost imperceptible. It was the pre-arranged signal, the silent invitation.

The men responded immediately to her gestures. They straightened, their eyes locking onto hers, an unspoken understanding passing between them. They began to move, a fluid dance of anticipation. She spun about, the heels of her heels clicking softly on the smooth floor, and set off, with the five men following, their footsteps echoing hers, as they moved in procession to the culmination of her every desire. Her door, or entrance, was a gateway, and she longed to cross it.
 
I am not sure this is anything like what you wanted but this is the start of a story that I have been thinking of writing for a while now. I have not put much in the way of details in but i was going to base the woman on myself and the men might be models or work colleges its no matter, on this day they worked purely for her.

The whiskey warmed her insides, a good buzz that magnified the anticipation humming in her veins. Tonight was the night. Tonight, she would surrender to the desires that had built inside her, a hunger she could no longer ignore. She smoothed down her dress, a simple and elegant piece that hinted at delights beneath. As she walked through the hotel lobby, the air crackled with another kind of energy.

Then she saw them

Five figures, silhouetted against the bright afternoon light streaming through the large windows. Five men, each a promise of raw, unadulterated pleasure. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat of excitement. She recognised them instantly, the carefully chosen participants in her carefully orchestrated fantasy. A slow smile spread across her face, a secret shared between her and the men.

The signal had been given. Just a slight raising of the chin, holding his gaze a fraction longer than was strictly necessary, a tightening of the lips almost imperceptible. It was the pre-arranged signal, the silent invitation.

The men responded immediately to her gestures. They straightened, their eyes locking onto hers, an unspoken understanding passing between them. They began to move, a fluid dance of anticipation. She spun about, the heels of her heels clicking softly on the smooth floor, and set off, with the five men following, their footsteps echoing hers, as they moved in procession to the culmination of her every desire. Her door, or entrance, was a gateway, and she longed to cross it.
This is good. Imagine the tension of the six of them in an elevator? Perhaps there is a seventh person, someone unrelated to the situation and even they can feel it.
 
This is good. Imagine the tension of the six of them in an elevator? Perhaps there is a seventh person, someone unrelated to the situation and even they can feel it.
I personally think the thread initiator is taking the piss when he says he is running out of stories to read on Lit, and he is being lazy, not wanting to do the groundwork for a story, but hay ho.
 
I am not sure this is anything like what you wanted but this is the start of a story that I have been thinking of writing for a while now. I have not put much in the way of details in but i was going to base the woman on myself and the men might be models or work colleges its no matter, on this day they worked purely for her.

The whiskey warmed her insides, a good buzz that magnified the anticipation humming in her veins. Tonight was the night. Tonight, she would surrender to the desires that had built inside her, a hunger she could no longer ignore. She smoothed down her dress, a simple and elegant piece that hinted at delights beneath. As she walked through the hotel lobby, the air crackled with another kind of energy.

Then she saw them

Five figures, silhouetted against the bright afternoon light streaming through the large windows. Five men, each a promise of raw, unadulterated pleasure. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat of excitement. She recognised them instantly, the carefully chosen participants in her carefully orchestrated fantasy. A slow smile spread across her face, a secret shared between her and the men.

The signal had been given. Just a slight raising of the chin, holding his gaze a fraction longer than was strictly necessary, a tightening of the lips almost imperceptible. It was the pre-arranged signal, the silent invitation.

The men responded immediately to her gestures. They straightened, their eyes locking onto hers, an unspoken understanding passing between them. They began to move, a fluid dance of anticipation. She spun about, the heels of her heels clicking softly on the smooth floor, and set off, with the five men following, their footsteps echoing hers, as they moved in procession to the culmination of her every desire. Her door, or entrance, was a gateway, and she longed to cross it.
Great opening. But do you think the story should open here? Just asking Mistress. 😘
 
1) I love gangbangs.

2) 99% of the fun is getting them together because it is exhausting
 
I agree. They are exhausting. Or processional.
I've done orgy stories but not yet done a gangbang. I guess the challenge is to get them to happen organically.
The one that is in my head is a scouting mom or maybe a couple, have driven an RV out to a park in Yellowstone and set up while their Eagle Scout sons (all 18+) have hiked off into the wilderness, to camp for a couple of days.

When the weather turns to absolute crap, some of the young men return early. Two moms, six young men in one RV? It just happens. I'd keep it non-incestual though.

Edit - now that I think of it, I did a three on one in Trailer Park Trixie Pt. 02, where the woman is made air-tight. So, I guess I have done one. But there's room for a more extreme story.
 
Last edited:
Darling, you could do a story about our current situation. I would be interested in your take on our real-life story.
I am not sure babe it’s a little too personal don’t you think? 🤔

Ok here are the basics before Christmas we went to a holistic retreat that a friend of ours is setting up, it’s a hotel and spar but with mindfulness at its core. It is adults only and clothing is optional. Ok this might sound a bit hippy but that’s the best I can describe it.

It’s very nice and is set in private grounds so on the odd occasion that the weather is good the gardens and pool can be utilised also. There were 15 couples for this trial program mostly male female but there were a few female couples including Samantha and I.

Ok Sam is a lesbian there is no secret there but two months after this weekend we have found out that she might be pregnant. The only explanation that our gynaecologist can give is that it is what’s known as a splash pregnancy. This is where sperm is transferred by either a toy that has sperm on it, this is very possible or from vaginal transfer that is also possible but less likely.

Now do I write the full story or not. That is the question?
 
• A private special monthly group therapy session for select inmates, in a pilot program at a supermax prison, meets in a secure, unmonitored saferoom. The woman who runs the therapy groups arrives every month tweaking and thirsty for all her holes to be filled over and over for the hours that door is locked. Inmates consistently show improvement, validating the success of the program. Groups increase to bi-monthly.

I’ve always liked the “conjugal visit” setup… lots of variations. I like your variation a lot. Especially if she starts off as an innocent Criminal Justice researcher with a theory to improve inmate moral and reduce violence & inmate-on-inmate rape… find a way to let them have more sex!

So, she brings in volunteers (who get paid a research fee) and hookers for conjugal visits for the inmates who don’t have their own options. An unreliable volunteer doesn’t show… and it’s for a guy she has high hopes for rehabilitation (plus, he’s pretty hot). If he misses any more “therapy sessions” his data will have to be removed from the study.

So, she, disguises herself a little, turns the lights low, and takes one in the name of science. After the volunteer no-shows a couple more times, she decides to just take her place with this particular inmate. She has to keep it a secret since it’s violating all sorts of scientific ethics.

The program is starting to show some promise, but funding gets cut and it becomes harder to find and incentivize women. She knows her program can work… she just needs a little more data to demonstrate the efficacy. Plus, her PHD is on the line. So, as more volunteers drop out, she takes on more and more of the inmates herself. At some point she has more than enough data for her dissertation, but she lies to her advisor and says she needs “a little more data” to be sure...
 
The most basic thing possible (in my mind, at least): three friends are out on the town together. Say they're young soldiers or Navy sailors, on their first leave after being assigned to some difficult and dangerous duty together. They don't know anyone in the town they get leave in. They have two nights of leave, and as new service people, limited funds.

They agree to go in together (pun fully intended) and share one prostitute for the night. After a bit of trouble, they find one who is both willing to take the offer, and speaks some English (or whatever their language is). A good time is had by at least a couple of them. I can see one guy having trouble getting hard, and the lady just being professional. Taking pity on him, the pro uses her mouth to get him hard more-or-less despite himself and he triumphantly spends as much as 90 seconds humping before he comes.

Then the plot starts.
  • Say, the pimp demands more money or he'll turn them in to the MPs. (Hiring prostitutes is a violation of military regulations.)
    • They beat up the pimp and his sidekick, but now the local crime family is after them.
  • Or one of them falls for the working girl. They get drunk the next day and miss their transport plane/ship and now they're AWOL.
  • They had such a good time, they come back with 3 more guys, but the whore really doesn't want to do six guys in one night.
    • She finds a second pro to help divide the load, but it's a ladyboy. (They're in Thailand for this one.) Do the men freak out?
  • They brag about being such manly men among men, and female soldiers/sailors refuse to believe them, and they offer to demonstrate their prowess.
  • Etc.
--Annie
 
Back
Top