Disclaimer: everyone involved in this story is a consenting adult (18+)
The night one of my many fantasies came true...
Let me give you a little context about my undergrad experience. I arrived to college as a 19- year old virgin, a surprise to many since my full figured, yet small frame seems to tease men, I'm 5'2 ~185lbs. I was sooo excited especially because I was going to an HBCU. Beautiful Black people everywhere. I was like a kid in a candy store and I got to try anything I wanted.
Id say that I was a good, unsuspecting slut. I stayed under the radar, didn't do much crew loving, and minded my business. I also had one rule: one guy per organization meaning that I'd limit myself to one guy per organization on campus to minimize the potential of gaining a "bad" reputation. I was keeping it cute. It worked for the most part because I've never heard any wild ass rumors about myself.
Now, there was one organization that I was saving for last. Surprisingly, I never fucked with any of them until after I graduated, kudos to me. They have a reputation for being really nasty and a bitch like me was all for it. I spent years observing and note taking, studying how to handle them in case I was ever presented the opportunity.
Fast forward to 2022, I met a guy on a lifestyle platfirm who is now a good friend and play partner. So naturally we discussed kinks and fantasies. I'd never put much thought into gangbangs. I remember in high school standing outside of a friend's house and watching multiple cars of guys pull up to a house. I only counted one girl. And still I didn't think much of it. I was like oh, they may or may not all be fucking her. Idk and idc, it wasn't my business. That was the closest I ever got to thinking about multiple men fucking me, until I met him.
He was the first person I texted when all of my homecoming plans were solidified. We were both super excited cause we knew what was gonna go down. He texted me back like "I'm about to call you on FaceTime, have your titties out" and he did. He passed the phone around so a few guys could drool over me a lil. The gag is none of the one on the phone actually got to fuck lmaoo. I'm such an attention whore and I loved every second of it even though I was a little shy at first. And these were no regular friends, they're handsome, Black, college educated men of all backgrounds.
So the day comes. My girlfriends and I got to town, changed into our party fits and hit the streets immediately. I knew I'd be getting into some things later so I wore a cream colored corset and a blue denim mini skirt that barely covered all of my ass. After a night of dancing, drinking, and catching up my friends and I called it a night around 2 am.
That's when the real party got started...
I texted him and was like "what's the move?" And he told me that he was at a party and I was like "I wanna party lol" so he came and got me. I changed out of my corset into a white halter neck bodysuit so that I would be more comfortable. I kept the skirt on. He told me to bring my ball gag and leash. I made sure to do as I was told. I also took a bunch of condoms and lube and a butt plug for a lil razzle dazzle.
On the way there we discussed limits, safe words, and boundaries. He wanted to ensure that I had a fun and safe experience.
We got to the house and there are people EVERYWHERE. Spilling out the crib and yard into the street. I was in awe. He said that I could have literally anyone I wanted. I told him my limit was 4 with an 2 extra on standby. I was so overwhelmed that I left it up to him to select them for me. I trust his judgement. Some time passes and all of the party guest finally clear out. All that's left are members of this organization. Ranging in ages from recent graduates so mid twentys to seasoned alumni at 60+. And here I am, a beautiful young Black woman looking good as ever. They were on my body bad. Especially the older fellas. Kissing my hands and caressing me. Telling me all types of sweet nothings, but that's a whole other story for another time.