Kylie (www.KylieIreland.com) sent over the following piece. I should have my interview with her up later today so enjoy this and then check it out.
Kylie Ireland writes..
I just had to pick one of the hottest days of the Los Angeles summer to have my first-ever gangbang… It was over 100 degrees outside that Saturday afternoon the 11th of September, 2004, and at least 15 degrees hotter under the lights inside my downtown loft where we all gathered for the Big Event.
To catch you all up, my name is Kylie Ireland. I’ve been an adult film star for 10 years now, over 300 movies, webmistress of www.kylieireland.com , AVN Best New Starlet Award winner and AVN-voted one of the top 50 pornstars of all time, former VCA contract girl/publicist, with a line of toys from Las Vegas Novelties, my very own action figure in my likeness and my own radio show, Kylie Live, on KSEXradio.com. And, as of this past June, exclusive contract director and star for Platinum X Pictures.
My gangbang. “When are you going to do a gangbang?” has been a question I have been showered with since I was brand new in the adult biz. Finally, I decided the situation was right, I had Platinum X Pictures behind me, I was directing and I had total control of the scenario; meaning I could live out MY fantasy. And although I was nervous as hell, that is exactly what I was about to do on that blisteringly hot Saturday afternoon.
Dressed in black patent leather, fishnet stockings and knee-high come-fuck-me boots, I had a feeling of immense power as I strode down the stairs toward the pack of men awaiting me in the dungeon. I paused at the bottom of the stairs to pick up the leashes of my two (on-camera) ‘fluffer’ girls, making them crawl on their hands and knees to their little pillows where they would service the boys, making sure they were good and hard for me at all times.
I strolled over to the pack of guys, who stood there looking at me wide-eyed…
“What the fuck are you all waiting for?” I asked, and they sprung into action, attacking me like hungry wolves. Before I knew what hit me, I was stripped naked and found myself impaled on John Strong’s cock with Steve Holmes sliding his enormous prick deep into my ass… Not that I could even murmur a squeak of pleasure since my mouth was also filled with dick…
Really, it was double penetration from the word ‘action’ until the cut nearly 2 hours later. I must have had miles of cock inside me over the course of the filming. Everything became a blur of overwhelming sensation, involuntary orgasms and hardcore bliss. I could hardly keep track of who was fucking me when, they just passed me around, turning me over from time to time and always keeping all my holes filled and making sure I was airtight.
My entire being became wonderfully helpless listening to the guys, calling me names ” You like that you little whore? Yes I did. Do you want a cock in your ass? Most definitely. Tell me you love it. I do!
Do you want another cock in your ass? Yes, I gasped, please! And they did; Steve Holmes’ cock was deep in my ass when John Strong shoved his in next to it, momentarily making me squeal with shock and delight before my cries were muffled by Tee Reel’s enormous stem filling my mouth. This was the first of several double anal and double pussy penetrations, all of which I relished, delighted by the feeling of being so full of cock, so stretched out.
I was merely a pawn in their play as I was double penetrated standing, then, without my feet touching the floor, passed from man to man as each took their turn fucking my ass and pussy as I was suspended in mid-air, held up only by their strong arms and their rock-hard cocks.
The faces and body parts were a blur; John Strong, Van Damage, Steve Holmes, Tee Reel, Jason Horne, Marcos Leon, Tyler Knight. Occasionally I would glimpse someone outside the realm of the circle, the infamous Brandon Iron, who was behind camera 1, or my friend and award winning director Ren Savant who was handling camera 2. My boyfriend, aka director Eli Cross, was there too, reminding my fuck-stupid brain about things we had discussed beforehand, that as the director I had wanted to make sure to capture during the scene.
During breaks for still pictures I saw the familiar faces of the press who had come to cover the event, most of them looking a bit bewildered at the fact that they were watching a former-contract-star-turned-gonzo-director being such a filthy, dirty slut. It was also during those few breaks I saw an angel ” she came in the form of my friend and blonde porn bombshell Nicki Hunter. Her support and pampering was priceless; she brought me cold towels, water and Gatorade, words of encouragement and best of all, her smile.
Occasionally I would see my beautiful pet fluffers (Julie Night and Kayla Marie) on the perimeter of the scene, collared, still wearing their panties that said “fluffer”, their leashes dangling between their breasts, their chins wet with drool from sucking my pussy and ass juices off every hard cock that was put before them.
Near the end, every guy lined up to get their cock sucked to rock hard by Kayla, then to take a double dip of my pussy and ass, directly to Julie Night who sucked them clean then around to fuck my mouth too. Suddenly John Strong, who I know had been through that line up for second and third helpings, pulled out of my ass, pulled me down to my knees before him and filled my mouth with hot cum. All the rest of the guys circled around me filling my mouth to overflowing and glazing my face with their delicious white goo. The fluffers came in and started licking the cum off my face and tits, gobbling every drop like a delicacy as the last few spewed their loads across my face, for a total of eight since Steve Holmes went for a double.
With the Liz Phair lyric “Give Me Your Hot White Cum” playing in my head I hopped into an icy cold shower. I emerged a few degrees cooler, a bit tender in the bum area and starving. Hugs and kisses all around as most went their merry little way and the remainder of us headed off to an Italian joint have a big pasta dinner. Later, after a dinner surrounded by friends, I headed home, stuffed with pasta, exhausted from the heat and the multiple orgasms, to fall into my bed, asleep before I hit the pillow.
Was I sore? Absolutely. Would I do it again? Who knows. Any regrets? Hell no. Some people run marathons, some people climb Everest. I kinda feel like I did both at the same time.