It took me a week to recover fully from the gangbang. Not because I was in pain but because I felt touched out. As exciting and sexually arousing as it was, letting thirty seven men fuck me all in one night wasn't exactly an easy feat.
My pussy was so sore and my legs so weak I could barely stand up straight, let alone walk for two whole days. The marks and hickeys on my body took a whole another day to completely disappear too but until they did, I found myself standing naked in front of the mirror everyday, admiring beautiful proof of the lust I'd induced that night.
The guys had gone feral. Everyone had wanted a piece of me, a chance to touch me without restraint and shamelessly stick their cock into all three of my holes even with practically the whole university watching.
And the few people who hadn't watched the livestream then, I was pretty sure they'd watched it by now.
Because the first thing Eric had done the moment we'd reached home was to send the link to all the groups he was a part of.
All six hours, ten minutes and fifty two seconds of it.
Including the family group.
Which included his dad. His older brother. And all his uncles.
I was shocked at first. But he'd laughed it off saying that they didn't know I was his girlfriend.
That they would just think of it as really hot porn, probably share it further and jerk off to it.
That it turned him on beyond measure to think that his father, brother and uncles would all lust after and dream about fucking a girl that was his.
The video had ten million views on it already and by now I was sure that everyone in our university, people in our neighbourhood, all the males in Eric's family and even more people that I wasn't even aware of had watched the video at least a dozen of times.
Because I'd gone to a convenience store this morning and the cashier there, a young boy of twenty, someone I'd never seen before had recognised me the moment I'd entered, smirked and asked if I could go to the back with him and flash him my tits for an extra discount of five dollars.
Of course, I'd agreed.
And he'd taken me to the back of the store, pushed up my top and fondled and sucked on both of them before slipping a five dollar bill between them. Then, he'd lowered my top back down before whispering in my ear that the next time I visited the store, I should make sure to forget my underwear at home because he would like to be at least the fiftieth guy to sample my pussy.
Standing in front of the mirror after a comforting warm shower, I assessed my body. The hickeys were almost completely gone now and the familiar tingling sensation between my legs told me that I was ready for some more dick.
Not that I hadn't been ready in the last four days. Eric had still fucked me every night for the last four days, granted that it had been slow and passionate and not hot and rough like we usually tended to do it. But I'd wanted my body to fully recuperate before I jumped back into action.
The memories of male hands invading and exploring every inch of my body played in my mind like a broken record. The slide of three, even four bodies against me together, the scent of cologne and sex mixed in the air, the strangely heady feeling of two thick cocks pounding into my ass and pussy at the same time as large hands groped my tits; the carnal roughness of it all.
I hadn't been able to forget it.
I didn't want to forget it.
"What are you thinking about, doll?"
I turned around as Eric walked into the bathroom, the lustful expression on his face clear enough to tell me that he had been having some thoughts of his own.
"Just... the party." I sighed.
"The gangbang you mean?" Eric drawled knowingly, an amused glint in his eyes as they slowly trailed over my naked body in the mirror.
His hands came to rest around my waist and slid upwards.
