CHAPTER 4: SAVED
I had fallen into the mindset of wondering how idyllic my situation had become. The house and property are a dream come true. This is comfortably isolated, private, beautiful, and peaceful. For once in my life since … a very long time, I am content and satisfied physically and emotionally. Professionally, my writing flows with detailed eroticism; I am actually nervously excited to see what my agent thinks. And, personally, I have a group of middle-aged women in town I enjoy from time to time (almost like groupies) and Marge has become someone I enjoy being with. And also, personally, I have these seven young man-boy-ghosts.
I have ordered on-line a wardrobe of clothes suited to the sense of arousal I constantly feel. Underwear is seldomly worn anymore except when I venture into town or if I know someone is expected to visit. I have a lot of full, short skirts that I pair with t-shirts or button blouses that I seldom fully button. The shorts I wear at home, if I wear them, are the short, loose, runner-type with tank-tops or sports-bras.
The guys accept my conditions for privacy and time for concentrated work. That still doesn’t stop the feeling of being watched, though. I gave up on panties because they just became soaking wet early in the day. I can’t see the guys unless they let me. Although I trust they are honoring my writing time and my places of privacy, I still have the sense of being watched. It can be like stepping into your backyard naked. You don’t see anyone; you don’t think anyone is watching; but you aren’t sure and stepping outside naked drives the exhibitionistic arousal, excitement, thrill. That’s me all the time and it has driven my ***********ion of clothes to those that tease. The short, full skirts move in the wind. They ride up my thighs and ass when I bend over and I do a lot of that. Both the t-shirts and blouses are ***********ed to display my nipples without the bras and to allow my breasts unrestricted movement.
It is idyllic. I couldn’t imagine anything that could ruin it. That was my mistake. Superstitiously.
It happened on an otherwise perfect day. One of those days you think is impossible not to be outside in it. Not too hot but hot enough. A slight breeze to be refreshing. Clear, sunny sky and clean, fresh air. It wasn’t enough to have the windows open in my writing room. I had to be outside. I told myself, screw it. I’m my own boss for a reason and deciding skip some hours of work should be one of the perks on a day like this.
Maybe nothing would have been different if I hadn’t. But maybe I would have reacted quicker if I had been in my second-floor office space that overlooks the narrow driveway approaching the house through the trees.
I was outside on the far side of the house digging in a new bed of flowers. I had changed into a pair of skimpy, loose running shorts and bikini top. The bikini top wasn’t a full support cup type but a simple layer of material providing no support and designed to form to the breast when wet. Not that I was intending to get wet, but ….
I had ear-buds inserted, humming to U2, an old favorite, and kneeling on a foam pad while bent over the freshly turned ground as I placed the plants and seeds. My hair was up in a pony-tail and the sun was beating down on my essentially bare back. I had pulled my feet from the cheap, foam sandals. I was oblivious to everything but the beats, the feel of the sun, and the image of this new bed in full bloom.
I noticed a shadow fall over me but I didn’t react. Although I was alone here, I wasn’t really alone. It was one of the boys who formed and was deciding how to get my attention without scaring me. I was about to pull one of the earbuds when two rough hands grasped me, one arm around my waist and the other tightly over my mouth. I couldn’t image Jacob or Samuel treating me this way even in play and it took some moments for my mind to catch up that it couldn’t be them and I was in trouble.
I was half dragged and half carried around the corner of the house. “Found her”, the man holding me yelled. Another man was standing beside a car as another came around the other side of the house.
The man at the car seems to be in charge. I was brought before him. “Are you going to behave if he lets you go?” I nod and the hand slowly is removed from my mouth, then my waist when I don’t yell.
“What do you want? I’ve got a little cash inside. Take it and leave.”
He chuckles. “We’ll take what we can find, lady. What we really want is to hide out for a few days and your place is perfect. We just robbed an armored car and we need to wait out the road blocks. Just cooperate and we’ll be out of here in a couple days.”
A hand snakes around me and grabs my breast. The hand rips the thin bikini top apart with one strong pull. He smiles evilly. “Oh yeah, I promised them they could enjoy you, too.”
I scream, “Get out of here. What makes you think you won’t be found here?”
They all laugh. “We cased this all out. This was part of our plan … not a desperate thought. We know you live alone. We know you are new here and don’t get visitors and you’re a long way from the nearest town or traveled road. You’re yelling isn’t going to help.”
I was breathing hard. That I was naked on top hardly mattered at the moment. I was scared but I was angry, too. I stepped to the man, “You want my cooperation? You’re going to use my house, rob me, and abuse me … and you want me to cooperate?”
He nods with a look that said he was in complete control. I swing my right hand so fast he doesn’t have time to react. My initial intention was to slap him but I curl my fingertips at the last moment and rake the nails across his face leaving three ragged gouges across his left cheek and lips that quickly turn red. He screams and his own right hand reacts but his is clenched in a fist. He makes contact high on my left cheek and eye socket. He follows with his left hand which lands a glancing blow across my mouth. Almost immediately, I feel a blow into my kidney that sends more sparks in front of my eyes. Darkness comes at the edges of my vision and I think I am going to pass out and fall to the gravel.
Everything seems hazy and I feel a hand grab me. I flail wildly with my fists, miss everything and only hit the gravel in my effort. But it’s not a hand but several hands and they are not roughly taking hold of me but carefully and protectively. I am in somebody’s arms and as my vision begins to clear and focus, I can see it is the boys. I am held my one with two others forming a shield in front of me. Between their formed bodies I can see what’s happening. Jacob and Samuel each are pounding one of the men each while two others are beating the third.
I wiggle free and push through the protection of the boys. I charge across the rough gravel with bare feet but hardly notice. “STOP!” I scream it. “You’ll kill them! STOP!”
Samuel turns in a rage, Jacob’s arm was raised to strike but stopped. Samuel hisses out, “That was the idea! They touched you.”
Jacob added, “They HIT you! We were supposed to protect you. I said we would protect you …”
I put my arms out and they came to me. I hug each of them. “You did protect me. You saved me from them.” I pull my phone from my waist band. “I have to think.” I step hard on my own foot which brings tears to my eyes and raises my heart beat. I punch in three numbers.
“9-1-1, what is your emergency?”
“Gateway House … Gateway House … three men … HURRY!”
I can hear the operator still talking calmly as I drop the smartphone and crush it under my foot. The pain of stomping on the gravel shoots up my leg. They all look at me without understanding. “The Sheriff. Now, how do I explain this?”
“They attacked you.”
I smile. That’s not what I have to explain. Almost immediately we can hear sirens. The Sheriff must have had a car nearby that is already responding. The other men are moving. I look at them, “Hold them where they are until the Sheriff is coming up the drive. Then … disappear but stay close. Just in case.” They are still confused but Jacob nods.
My mind is racing for a likely story but despite my imagination nothing sounds plausible to me. I am distracted from my thinking when I hear a new car crunching gravel. The boys have disappeared and the other men are scrambling to their feet with wild looks on their faces as they consider me before running. I trip one of them and the other two suddenly fall, too. I chuckle knowing why. They are scrambling up, again, but two Sheriff Deputies are screaming for them to stop. They have their guns drawn.
Soon, two more Sheriff’s cars and an EMT unit arrive. A blanket is draped over me and the techs begin examining me and cleaning me up. The Sheriff patiently waits. I have bandages on my cheek, lip, and my knuckles are wrapped. I don’t explain that my knuckles are the result of punching the gravel by mistake. My damaged knuckles are my story.
In a patient, calm, and reassuring voice, the Sheriff questions me about what happened. I give him a mostly true accounting of the events but suggest the events were very surprising and confusing and scary. He offers sympathy and prods me to relate what I can. He really wants to know about the fight.
“The fight?” The best lie is one very close to the truth.
“Yes … once they assaulted you. How did you fight them off?”
He’s watching me, my reaction. He’s trained to see tells, clues of lies. I know that. I chuckle, which I see he finds curious. “Sorry. It isn’t funny. But … I know I am small and not a young woman. It is probably the only reason I could surprise them. They weren’t ready for it. I came from Chicago, Sheriff. After my divorce, I took years of martial arts. I only took it for the exercise and confidence but I guess I learned something along the way.” I looked up at him with eyes I tried to make look tired and vulnerable. “I surprised them long enough to punch in 9-1-1 and get some punches and kicks in.”
The medical tech volunteered, “Her knuckles and foot are a mess, Sheriff.” Amazing what a scared, vulnerable look and bare breast flashing can get you.
The Sheriff thank me, assured me it would be just a bit longer as a deputy continued taking notes. The medical tech is advising me to go to the hospital. I might need several stitches and check for concussion from the blows to my head. The Sheriff eventually returns with a bemused, yet puzzled look on his face.
“They say a half dozen young black men fought them, not you.”
I looked nervous but before I can speak the crime scene tech offered, “Sheriff, her finger nails contain a lot of skin tissue consistent with the marks on that one guy’s face. The contusions on her face are consistent with being punched and her knuckles show cuts and bruising consistent with giving punches.”
I manage a confident smile, “I got lucky, Sheriff. I got in some quick licks by surprising them and thankfully your deputies arrived quickly. They’re going to admit what a small, mature woman managed to do to them?”
He didn’t look like he completely believed my side of the story but one of his deputies had already looked over the house and found no evidence of other men living or being here. My injuries and my ruined phone indicate a major struggle. He was perhaps struggling with his own prejudice about women. They took the three men away and called for a tow truck to come take the car away. I walked to the house, shrugged off the solar blanket the EMT had draped to cover me, and went into the kitchen for a glass of wine. All seven guys followed me. Samuel and Lupe guide me to a chair at the kitchen table, Jacob sat across from me, and another pours me the wine and serves me. They all gather behind Jacob.
He said, “We’re sorry, Ma’am. This shouldn’t have happened. We all feel awful.”
I reach forward and touch his hand. I look into the face of each of the young men. I’ve made love and fucked each of them. “None of this was your fault. You saved me. If it wasn’t for all of you, it would have been much worse.” I could see they didn’t buy it, though. They felt bad. And, I also knew Jacob was thinking about what they would do about protecting me better. I decided to let him do what he needed to do and we would have to have another talk about privacy. And, to highlight how I have changed with them, I felt a tingle at the fleeting thought. My moments of privacy are going to be very limited. Even if I didn’t see one of them, they were going to be nearby. The tingle made me look down at myself and I found my bare breasts with erect nipples. I shyly fold an arm over them and glance up. They all saw the move. They all smile.
I change … or I should say, I dress … and Jacob insists on accompanying me to be checked over at the hospital. It is different to have him with me away from home. He has so many questions about everything. They have restricted themselves to the property while the world has evolved over the past 170 years. The car, the traffic, the phone, the lights, the people, the stores … everything. He’s a constant flow of questions and it helps to divert me from the pain and discomfort but I am constantly scolding him to not form as he talks. It’s a change. Always, I have insisted that they form if they communicate with me. Now, away from the house, I have to amend that. And, it’s a complication emotionally for me. At the same time, he is a lover who deliciously arouses me and satisfies me, he now is causing a feeling that I am a mother trying to calm an overly excited youngster at Christmas. The wonders of this world must be overwhelming and I know I will be making numerous similar trips with each of the others soon to quell their curiosity.
In the examining room, the nurse hands me a gown and instructs me to change into it. She leaves to give me privacy but Jacob is still here. He forms as soon as the door closes and I swat my hand at him not to. He dissolves into a smoky shadow as he moves around the room. After removing my bra and panties, I feel my nipples aroused by a soft touch, my chin raised, and his lips on mine. I put my hands up to push him away with a giggle but my hands push through the smoky shadow and I hear his chuckle. He is helpful, though, by tying the gown in back.
After receiving stitches in my eyebrow and cheek and heavy bandaging to my foot, I am cleared of concussion. I am surprised as I enter the lobby to find Marge pacing. As she rushes to me, I know the news will be spreading to the other women, too, then to the entire town. This is not the kind of notoriety I wanted to have. After assuring her the security on my property would be increased, I stopped at the lone large store. Pre***********ion pain killers and a new phone.
On the drive back home, “Jacob … I have much to learn about … you and the others … what you are … how you exist in the physical world. But I am curious about something. You said you have no fluids so you don’t sweat or bleed or produce semen, but … how does you cock swell if not for blood flowing into it?”
A puzzled look covers his face. He shrugs. “Well, Ma’am, I guess it is a mystery we don’t understand, either. Would you prefer we didn’t?”
I move on hand from the steering wheel to his thigh and stroke up close to his crotch. “Don’t be silly, dear boy.”
* * * *
I was pampered for days. I was never alone and generally whoever was attending to me was formed. Once the stitches were removed and the coloring around my eye and other major bruises subsided, they reluctantly conceded that I might be able to do things for myself. In actuality, I was way past that point but I also understood their desire to pamper me.
I pushed back away from the computer. I stood and gazed out the window. My black eye was fading and the sole of my foot was still a bit sore but after less than a week I felt good. I decided I felt good enough. I have learned to spot them. The lawn mower moving over the lawn is obvious but there are large and small tools being used all over the property. I have my own yard and property crew. The house and property never looked so good from the attention.
I still had a slight limp as I made my way to the kitchen for a lunch of salad. As I clean my plate at the sink, I feel an intimate touch at my butt over my shorts. I rinse the plate and silverware, place them in the rack to dry, and turn. Jacob is standing close. I put my arms up and he steps into me. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him in for a hungry kiss. He is very gentle.
I pull back and show him a playful scowl. He tilts his head and asks, “What?”
“I’m okay, Jacob. Despite the slight limp and the bruises, I am okay.” We look at each other. I take a breath and continue, “I need you guys … and not to pamper me. I NEED you. You guys have turned me into a …” I don’t finish. He smiles, though. I search his face. “Okay?” He nods.
I grab the bottom of my t-shirt and pull it over my head. I shake my hair and my now bare breasts shake, too. I unfasten my shorts and push them down over my hips. They fall to the floor and I kick them to the side. I am naked. His hand fondles my breast. I sigh as I kiss him.
“I have a week’s worth of need built up. Tell the guys to meet me at the little beach.” Even as he dissolves into smoke, I can feel his hand on my breast. Everything about being with these guys is erotic.
There is a small beach below the bluff. It is protected from access as a little cove. The only access is a narrow, steep trail off the bluff near the house. I see all seven of them on the beach as I start my way down the trail. I am only wearing cushioned sandals to protect my feet on the hard-packed trail. I am carrying a large blanket and a liter of water. As one sees me, the rest look up and see me nakedly descending to them. They look at each other instantly, and in the way only they can do it, they are naked. Lupe and another float up to take the blanket and other items. Samuel lifts me in his arms and floats me off the trail, over the edge, and down to the beach where he puts me down.
I say, “I said I don’t need pampering.”
Samuel laughs, “That wasn’t pampering, Ma’am. You were taking too long.” They all laugh and I join in.
I blush. I am standing in the middle of seven naked young male bodies on a small sand and rock beach with full exposure to the open ocean. My feeling of need is off the charts. I have not felt such arousal and desperate need for satisfaction and relief. It is a combination of built-up lust but is also driven by a desire to thank them, as a group, for the way they saved me from those men and the caring gentleness they show me as I recovered. Yes. A gangbang.
The setting is perfect. The sun beating down warm on my body, the breeze coming in on the waves is like a soft caress on my skin. The excitement displayed by my body, though, is a reaction to the seven young naked men around me. Seven men I have enjoyed individually. Seven men who have each provided me with exciting sexual delights, each in their own way. I look from each of the face to each of the cocks. I am not about to be ashamed or embarrassed by my desires. They know my desire and lust. They have brought out of me what I had only guessed might be inside. I am their eager lover, wench, slut.
I know there is a lusty smile displayed on my face. Their cocks displayed, aroused. Seven black and brown cocks. All of them showing arousal as they firm up. All their cocks from seven to ten inches and varying thickness. All their cocks bring me delights. And, I delight in pleasuring all of them, too.
I have no thought as to order or plan or expectation. I merely step to the one directly in front of me with one hand on the side of his face to kiss him as the other hand grasps his hardening cock for slow stroking. I move from one to the other around the tight circle of young bodies. They are patient. I like that about them, too. Despite my slutty behavior and my openness to be used, they are respectful in the way they do it. Halfway around the group I feel other hands on my back, arms, and butt. After once around, I smile at them as I drop to my knees in the sand. I take the cock in front of me in my hand and open my mouth. I suck the cock, lick it, and take as much into my mouth as I can depending on its size. I massage the balls and openly moan the pleasure I feel by doing it. The hands of others are more active now. Not only hands on my back and butt but also on my breasts and venturing between my legs. I keep my knees spread and my ass up and out to accommodate the touch and exploration.
I am panting with arousal and need as I release the seventh cock from my mouth. From my knees I swivel my head. Seven hard cocks. Seven pair of hungry, lust-fill eyes. I utter five words and they take over. “I need to be fucked.”
The large blanket is spread on the sand. I am lifted and carried to it by four of them, my body supported and my legs already spread. My pussy has been leaking since I started down the trail from above, since before I was floated down because I might take too long to walk it with my injured foot. But I also brought a tube of lubrication. Seven cocks and no semen … I might need it.
I am placed on my back with my legs spread. I lift my knees and spread them further apart. The guys are all looking. It will take one to begin it all. I see the one directly in front of my spread legs being nudged forward by others. I nod to him. It is one of the more reserved boys but all of them are confident of my feelings for them. He glides the short distance to me. The lack of walking on feet is something I still can’t help to notice. He kneels between my thighs and leans over me to kiss me. While he is, I reach between us and move his cock head to my pussy. As we kiss and he feels his cock at my pussy opening, he thrusts forward. I groan into his mouth at the initial penetration and he thrusts deeper. He begins slowly with long, smooth strokes. Our kiss breaks and we are looking into each other’s eyes. I smile at him, “Thank you.” He smiles back and his thrusts become more powerful.
After several minutes, he stops, pulls out and stands. Another takes his place quickly. He drives his cock deep in the initial thrust and I gasp. I instantly remember him. His cock has a unique curl to it that rubs me inside like none of the others. I can feel an orgasm rising as he too pulls out and is replaced by another. They have a system, apparently. The change is quick and barely an interruption. This third is Samuel and his cock fills my pussy completely. It always does. The largest in circumference. My gasps are joined with moans. A cock is touching my cheek. I turn my head without caring whose it is. I don’t care whose. I want them all. I open my mouth and the cock slips inside. I suck but it is awkward for me to move my head so the cock moves, instead. My mouth becomes a vacuum as an orgasm steadily rises in me. Then, Samuel is out. Only a moment does my pussy miss it, though. Another cock is back inside me. My face turned to the side; I don’t know who this is. It doesn’t matter.
My orgasm is cresting. I arch my back. My mouth stops sucking but the cock in it still moves, pushing out the side of my mouth. Suddenly, hands and fingers are on my body. Both nipples are trapped in fingers, twisted, pinched, and pulled. Hands caress my stomach. More fingers probe between me and the boy fucking me, stroking and rubbing my clit. When my orgasm strikes, my cry is muffled by the cock in my mouth. My back arches high, then collapses back to the ground. My feet and hands press into the sand as my body goes rigid, shaking and shivering.
The boy inside me continues to fuck me through it all as my pussy creams on his cock and the walls clench and spasm around him. Only when my body begins to relax does he too pull out and another replaces him. Their plan becomes clear as the cock in my mouth disappears and I am able to glance at them as this new one drives into my still spasming pussy. They are going to fuck me to multiple orgasms by changing frequently. I moan loudly. I have just exploded and I can already feel another surge building within me. The next one is Jacob. He quickly takes his turn and drives his long cock against my cervix. My back arches in response. I am crying and moaning, gasping and panting, muttering and begging. They just flow from me. My mind is numb. My body is inflamed, reacting, responding to the cocks, hands, and fingers. With another powerful thrust against my cervix which also causes his pubic bone to crush my clit, I explode again. The cock I was stroking with one hand and the one in my mouth fall away as my body quakes and my eyes roll back.
For a moment, I think I might have passed out. Maybe I have. They are kneeling around me when my eyes open. One hands me an open bottle of water as another raises and supports my back. Others are lightly stroking my breasts, stomach, legs and back. After gulping several mouthfuls, I look around at them. I shake my head in an effort to better focus.
“WOW! Was that planned?” My eyes find Jacob. “Jacob?” He would be the likely one to get them all to coordinate such an effort.
He chuckled. “You said you were in real need, remember?”
“Oh my God, you guys! Now, I want you guys to cum, too.” It was going to be a long day. So, I was surprised, and overwhelmed, when a tube of sunscreen appeared and they began coating my body with it. “You thought of that, too? You guys are so good to me. I need a bit of rest. Maybe a swim.”
Jacob and Samuel shared a look and they quickly huddled with the others. When they turned back to me, I could see they were up to something. Jacob said he thought a swim would be soothing and refreshing. I nodded, suspiciously. I had good reason, it turned out. He and Samuel took my upper arms and shoulders while two others took my legs. I was up into the air quickly. At first, they hovered ten feet off the ground.
I wiggled my arms and legs exclaiming, “Don’t you dare.” The look of playful delight in their eyes, though. I knew what was going to happen. “Guys … oh, damn.”
They effortlessly glided out over the water at the same height. They had big smiles on their faces and the other boys were gliding with us. A swim had sounded like a good idea. I relaxed and played along. When I dropped, I hit with my butt, sank into the deep water, and bobbed back to the surface to the cheers of the guys. I tread in place, cleared the water from my eyes, and shook my head. I joined them in laughing. It seemed heartwarming that we had reached this point of playfulness and comfort.
After swimming to shore, I stood in the sand as they dried my body and recovered it with sunscreen. The blanket had been shaken of sand. I expressed my heartfelt feelings for them, causing some to blush and shift self-consciously. I then kiss them before dropping to my knees as they again formed a tight circle around me.
With hard cocks again surrounding me, I moved to the blanket. I lay on my back with legs opened. It took only a moment for one of the boys to crawl between my legs and sink his cock into my pussy. He fucked me with long, hard, and aggressive strokes. We were watched by the others and after many minutes of good fucking, I asked him to roll us. I had fucked each of them in multiple positions during our sessions alone. I knew they could and would move comfortably through multiple positions now. Even the younger inexperienced of them no longer felt self-conscious. Now that I was on top, I smiled down at him as my body took over the fucking and I took over aggressively. I rose up on his stiff cock and drove back down forcefully. His hands come up to grasp my bouncing breasts. He didn’t use a gentle fondling cupping of them. He grasped them with force like he was holding onto me through my breasts. It was delicious. Some of these boys had been virgin, others just inexperienced, but they were now lovers who could use my body as well as love it and honor it.
I reached out to the side to grasp another hard cock and brought it to my mouth. My other hand blindly extended to the other side in search of another. When a hand moved my waving hand to a hard cock, I immediately began stroking it.
I orgasmed on this cock but he also climaxed in the way they do: jerking and gasping, cock swelling but no semen.
The next young man took me on my back, my legs over his shoulders and pressed forward, nearly folding me upon myself. I was still fed cock for my mouth and hands.
The next boy wanted me on my hands and knees. I appraised him … or his cock … and made a decision quickly before I could chicken out. I pointed to another to lie on the blanket. I sat on him, taking his cock into my pussy. The one who was to be next looked dejected but I bent forward and used my hands to spread my ass cheeks.
I looked over my shoulder, “Use the lubrication.” He was dumbfounded but prodded on by the others. I asked for my first anal with a cock already in my pussy. My first anal would also be my first double penetration, but I also knew it would also be my first air-tight.
I shivered when I felt the cool lubrication spread on my asshole, then the greasy head of the cock pressing at my puckered hole. My hole resisted for a prolonged moment, then it seemed to pop inside past the sphincter. I cried out and he stopped.
“Wait … just … let me … oh fuck … okay … yes, now … fuck me, you two.” They did, too. It was clumsy and awkward at times and in unison other times. Maybe it was why it was so damned exciting. I was right, too. I was fed a cock for my mouth and two more for my hands. It was the wildest fucking my mind could have imagined … far wilder, in fact. I was orgasming and cocks were climaxing. It seemed forever.
I didn’t want it to stop. They stopped it, though. I was turning pink from the sun which did explain the prickly feeling from our rubbing bodies. They carried me back to the house … I could get used to this kind of travel … fed and made to drink lots of water.
The guys remained naked, their cock swinging and exposed. Despite being ravaged for hours and brought to countless orgasms, I found my body responding after the rest. I honestly couldn’t believe it. I was getting horny, again.
I stood from the kitchen table and began walking to the stairs. I called over my shoulder, “Anyone not too tired … my bedroom.”
It was quiet behind me, but I don’t hear them moving, anyway. Going up the stairs, I turned and peeked behind. Nobody. Not one of them? When I stepped into my bedroom, though, I found all seven of them waiting. Samuel was waiting on his back on the bed greasing up his monster cock.
“I want to try that double penetration …”, he said just as matter-of-factly as if he were asking to try a dessert.
I sighed, “Oh God … you’re going to be in my pussy, though. I’m not ready to try you or Jacob in my ass.” The entire room burst into laughter.
They fucked me well into the night. They fucked me in so many ways and into so many orgasms my mind was numb. I merely reacted to the next cock or pair of them. I fucked and was fucked. I fucked until my mind shut down.
When I woke in the middle of the night, a soft breeze wafting over my naked body, the sheer curtains at the French doors to the balcony softly shifting, and filtered shadows shifting in the room as if to remind me I would never be alone, a thought peeked from my curious mind: What if I were to share all of this with Marge and the other hopeless romantic middle-aged women in town? How would it be to share seven young, horny men with them?
I actually chuckled out loud. It was a lascivious and wanton sound.
My hands cupped my breast and stroked my tender, puffy, abused pussy. No … definitely, no. This I keep for myself.
THE END
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