Words by Rain DeGrey

The idea of a gangbang seems simple enough in theory. Take an eager bag of holes and drill her down with dick until she can not even get her eyes uncrossed. Overload her ass with endless cock until she is speaking in tongues and glazed in cum like a sugar donut. Everyone wins. How hard can that possibly be to pull off?

The reality is somewhat different. There are multiple cocks at the gangbang party and only three holes at best. Even factoring in hands still leaves a lot of cold and lonely penises just hanging out waiting their turn. Plus there is the matter of where to fit all of those bodies. No matter how hot the scene unfolding in front of you might be, there still is a lot of hairy man butt-bobbing all over the place. Your view of the action is mainly limited to the flash of the occasional breast or open mouth while you await your turn to cycle though. Everyone involved ends up dripping in sweat and smashed together like a flesh sandwich while trying hard to maintain their wood.

To pull off the classic DP requires the base or anchoring penis to lay down on his back and camp in the pussy or ass and then for a second guy to climb aboard and take the other hole. While this can feel amazing for the pussy in the middle and the dick on the top, the anchoring cock is squished and pinned down by the weight of two shifting bodies. Trying to stay hard and not overheat while keeping up your part of the DP is no easy feat. You have to bear down and maintain your core and cock. Gangbangs often turn into a sweaty sex octopus of flailing limbs and blindly thrusting penis.

My point is, gangbangs can be much harder to successfully pull off than one might first think.

And then sometimes people just say, "Fuck it, how can we make this as hard as possible to pull off just to see if it can be done?"

Which is how the legendary panda gangbang came to be. Let's just take all the complications of a regular gangbang, but put the performers in giant panda suits, just to see what would happen. For science.

The director recruited a fine stable of male to dick an open-minded Ashli Orion down. Such heavy hitters as James Deen, Mark Davis, Mickey Mod, Karlo Karrera and Ramon Nomar brought their cocks to the table and suited up in the custom made panda outfits.

The suits were designed with a hole at crotch level so that all of the important bits could stick out, but other than that it was full on panda coverage. I can only imagine the seamstress that got THAT particular order: "Hey can you cut out and reinforce holes at penis height in these five panda suits? We need them to have crotch access. For reasons. Just take our money and don't ask any questions."

Once a wide-eyed Ashli was deposited in the middle of the freshly built bamboo forest, it was on. Banging time. I guess pandas are not the romantic cuddlebugs we tend to think of them as being, as there was not much foreplay happening. Just penis and pandas. And lots of it.

The ensuring gangbang was a whirling pile of fake fur. The heads cut off most eyesight so everyone was fucking by sense of touch, a sense of touch muffled by the massive panda mitts on their hands. Temperatures very quickly skyrocketed inside the suits, sending sweat running down their bodies and pooling into their giant panda feet. The fake fur was fucked off of the suits and found itself wedged deep into every wet orifice. Ashli's ass, pussy and mouth collected little black and white lint balls like trading cards... and I am willing to bet that there was some fur to be found mashed in-between all that moist panda butt as well.

As the shoot continued and the heat rose ever higher, the hand mitts had to be abandoned. Nobody could hold onto Ashli's juicy squirming curves tightly enough through all of the fur. The five pandas now sported human hands and cocks, giving the shoot a distinctly Hieronymus Bosch feel.

The temperature ended up getting so bad that the poor pandas would have to sneakily wander off camera and remove their head pieces to let some air into the costume so that they didn't pass out. While still having to maintain full wood. If anyone ever has fantasies of the glamour of porn, five minutes of sweating in a panda suit as you fuck bits of fake fur into a girl's butthole would probably cure you of it. Busy on another shoot, I watched as perspiring pandas repeatedly ducked out red faced into the hallway throughout the day, clutching their damp oversized heads.

But you know what? It is called being a damn professional. You suck it up and get the job done. The porn needs to be made and if you have to do it in a giant panda suit while sweating your balls off, so be it. Make it happen. The finished product was one for the ages and not something I will ever be forgetting. My dreams were full of pandas with boners for weeks after seeing it. I always *did* wonder what the dry cleaning bill on those suits was. Where exactly does one take five sticky panda outfits covered in DNA to be cleaned? THAT had to be an interesting conversation to have at the dry cleaners...

Rain DeGrey is a veteran performer with over eight years in the industry who is blessed with both an extremely open mind and a very twisted sense of humor. When she is not being a Professional Naked Person she keeps herself busy as a writer, educator, and performer. For more Rain DeGrey, go to raindegrey.com, raindegrey.net and @raindegrey on twitter.