When I was 30 I met a beautiful 25 year old redhead named Penny who was a real, no-doubt-about-it nymphomaniac. The woman just plain loved sex - the more and the wilder the better - usually just with one man at a time, but sometimes with 2 or 3 (she tried women a couple of times but didn't like it because they "didn't have a cock"),
For several wonderful years, that one lucky guy was mostly me. And while I obviously had to realize and accept that there would be other men in her life, it was worth it because she was a great lover, with a pretty face, world-class 38-D breasts, and a killer body. And she was smart and interesting with a great sense of humor. So when you added in the sex-crazed part, it was a damn nice package.
We usually got together once or twice a week, went to dinner, got buzzed on booze and weed in a bar, and then went to her place or mine and enjoyed a lot of great sex of all kinds and every variety. Sometimes we'd even do it outside in public places to make it riskier and more exciting, and occasionally in included another guy or two. (She said she liked me because I treated her "like a lover not a whore".)
It worked out good because both of us were single, we both made good money (I owned an advertising biz and she owned a beauty salon), and neither were interested in being tied down to a committed, monogamous relationship.
One night at dinner she said she'd been having fantasies about "getting gang banged".
"Well then do it," I said. "You surely know enough men to put a group together. What's holding you back?"
"Fear I guess" she said.
"Fear of what?"
"Fear of getting hurt, or beat up, or even killed if things got out of hand and it was just me and a bunch of guys. I need someone to be there to keep things in control and safe." Then she looked me in the eyes and gave me a sultry little smile.
"Oh. I see. You want ME to be that person, right?"
"Yes. You'd be perfect, Jim. You know how to manager and control people, and you wouldn't let anyone hurt me. Will you do it?"
I thought about it for a minute. "I couldn't be a participant," I said. "I'd have to stay off to the side and watch for trouble. And it wouldn't be easy just to watch and not join in. But I don't want you to get hurt. So yeah, I'll do it."
"You're a doll, Jim. I couldn't think of anyone else I could trust as much as you."
"Have you thought about what guys and how many?"
"Yeah, and I think five men would be good, so even if two came quick and dropped out for awhile there'd still be three good to go."
"Okay. Do you have any guys in mind?"
"I've thought about that a lot. And I came up with a list of nice guys who I've never had any trouble with, Denny would be one. He's a cute guy about my age who plays guitar in a rock band. And Jamiel, a tall black guy who's my workout trainer at the gym."
"That's two," I said.
