"Okay." Meg says "sorry I'm not sure why I'm so emotional about this. I want to be the center of attention with multiple guys. I don't even know what that means but that is what it feels like."
"So like a gangbang and Miranda and I just watch or set it up and leave" Lyla says. The coughing continues.
"Oh I'm, I am definitely watching" I say.
"Yeah, no not a gangbang. Good lord. Just like two or three guys who just want to use me. " Meg continues "you can watch, fluff, whatever."
"Two or three guys, what is the official cut off to be considered a gangbang,?" I say jokingly following quickly with "Okay, but this whole thing I don't get it."
"You don't need to get it, it's my fantasy"
"I get it" Lyla says quietly as if just to herself "I get it perfectly".
"No," I say "I get the fantasy. Sounds like a great time. I don't get why this hasn't happened for you yet. You could make this happen at any time. I bet we could get three guys here to fuck you in the bathroom RIGHT NOW." The coughing gets louder.
"There is just so much stigma with that that I don't want." She says. " Its okay for a guy to brag about having a threesome or foursome or whatever but the second a woman even says that is a fantasy she is a slut. Let alone if it is happens. So it feels like it might be less consequential to happen here."
"Okay," I said. "Very fair points. We are going to make this happen for you. Now we need to figure out how, when, where, and who."
Those logistics took less time to figure out than we had thought. The first thing we knew is that the dorm room was not the spot for this to happen. We also felt the safety of going to someone's house was out of the question. We decided to pool some money and get a hotel suite. The who was surprisingly difficult. Lyla had the idea that we should go out clubbing again but go to different clubs, talk to different guys, try to get a good impression of them, and invite a select few. It turns out the "seems like a decent enough person who" category or man is directly correlated to their own thoughts of "this is to good to be true." We had also quickly ruled out the idea of a guy bringing one or two friends. It felt like that was a good way to upset the power dynamic and lead into potentially dangerous situations.
Midway through the week I had two very different conversations. The first was with Meg. Some people might be getting cold feet at seeing this as actually happening. Meg's feet, on the other hand, were practically on fire. It was hard to have her think about things logically and safely and now that the idea that this could actually happen took place I think she genuinely would have just taken two guys from that cafe back to the bathroom. However, she was recognizing this in herself and came up to me and said "I think for Saturday it would be best if you were in charge."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well" she explained "I don't want you to tell them what to do or anything like that." Not gonna lie my heart sank a bit. "But that we just make it known that you are in charge of the evening so if there are any questions they can go through you. Plus when I say I want to be the center of attention I also mean with Lyla and you."
We talked for a long time about what that role may look like. What her safe parameters were and how to work with Lyla on this. We had also decided the three of us should have a universal safe word we could use at any time.
The second conversation I had was with Lyla. "Hey, so for this Saturday I was talking to Meg about what she wants from me and you. In order to make that work I think you and I need to go shopping."
Saturday came around and Lyla and I went to check in, get the room ready and get changed. For a place where general debauchery was about to happen it was adorable. In the main sitting area we had set up drinks and snacks. There was a wide array of fake candles to set some mood. We were laughing and talking and I realized how much Lyla had changed in the short time that I had known her. Thinking about this made me think of how I had changed. How we were both coming out of our shells. Maybe we would bounce back to our old selves after this trip. But for now we were wild, care free, different.
Meg showed up at seven looking great. A low cut little red dress that showed off her great legs. Every time she walked her breasts would visibly bounce ever so slightly in the low scoop neck. We drank a glass of wine because she was visibly nervous and just talked about her wants and needs for the evening.
The boys showed up about an hour later. We mingled and talked. Had some snacks and drinks. Originally, Meg had been worried that Lyla may inadvertently steal the spotlight but it worked out well because she seemed to revert to her less talkative self. Plus, I was keeping her on a pretty short leash. Literally, I had purchased a collar and leash for her. It was adorable.
After about an hour of this Meg grabbed a tall, bronzed skin man by the shirt and pulled him into the bedroom. The other two guys sort of stood around not knowing what to do until I said "What are you waiting for?" and gestured for them to follow. Lyla and I followed from behind.
In the bedroom there was a large armchair where I sat. Lyla sitting on the ground at my feet obediently. Meg unzipped her dress at the side and pulled it off revealing a black bra and black panties. Immediately the tall man she had brought in started to take off his own shirt while the other two started to touch her body. Four hands groping her skin, exploring her. I could see in her eyes that this was the exact moment where she got the feeling she was looking for. All eyes in the room were on her. All minds were on what was about to happen to her. The other two men quickly disrobed as well and I took this moment to take Lyla's dress off of her and toss it to the floor.
There was a stillness in the room. Like everyone could sense what was about to happen and was mentally preparing for the explosion of lust that was going to come. When the tension broke it broke fast. Meg dropped to her knees and pulled the guys in. Working fast, she would bob her head a few times on one guys cock while she had the other two in her hands than she would switch. As I watched their faces you could see her intention was working. She was pleasing them but always making them want just a little more. This pulled them in and made the attention all about her. Periodically I could see around body parts to see her eyes darting from guy to guy and then to Lyla (who had managed to wiggle out of her panties) and myself. Our eyes would briefly lock as if she was making sure we were all being driven crazy by her.
She quickly moved her strategy from a few head bobs to deepthroating the cock. Again, the second the bliss would register on the guy she would pull her head out, gasp, and put another guys cock in.
I couldn't take it anymore. I pulled on Lyla's chain and lifted her up. I got her to sit on my knee. One of my hands reached between her legs and I put one of her hands between mine. We started to play with each other all the while not stopping watching Meg gagging on these random cocks.
Meg stood up and then crawled onto bed on all fours. One of the guys positioned himself behind her and started to fuck her doggy style. With every thrust she would moan out in joy. Her whole body would shake, her tits bouncing back and forth. Another guy knelt in front of her and she immediately placed his cock in her mouth. Sucking it eagerly. Every thrust into her pussy making her mouth go deeper.
The third guy walked over to us and asked if we were available too. "Only if its what she wants." I said "This is all for her."
Meg pulled her head back and looked at us. "Lyla," she said panting, sentence fragments coming between thrusts "get him ready for me. Miranda help her the way you helped me on the train" She gave me a wink and continued to suck on the cock in front of her.
