For the next two weeks, my thoughts often returned to my night with Brad. When they did, I found myself getting tingly and wet. More than once I retreated to my bedroom and pleasured myself with the King. But it couldn't compare to a real man. It couldn't compare to Brad. He was the one on my mind. Even when I tried to think of Michael or Grant, my thoughts inevitably returned to Brad. So young, so full of stamina, and what a cock!
But thoughts of Brad also scared me. When I allowed him to bind me to the spreader bar and have his way with me, it reminded me of times when I was with my husband; the things he wanted me to do. When Grant had done the same, he was gentle, loving, almost. He had carried me to bed and then cleaned the mess we had made. I was left feeling warm and fuzzy. With Brad, I had felt exhilarated and used. For days, my body bore his marks.
Is that what I really want?
I asked myself.
Do I want to go back to my younger years? Do I want to be bound and abused for the pleasure of others…for the pleasure of myself?
Then there was the discussion of a gang bang. The recent threesome with Michael and Grant satisfied a need, but at the same time, it exposed my desire to be truly used by more men. By the middle of the second week, I was fantasizing about a group of college men having their way with me, led by my favorite recent cock—Brad.
Apparently, our tryst took a toll on Brad as well. He avoided his window overlooking my balcony. I wondered how he was managing his emotions. He was no doubt scared by his actions, his near loss of control. I've been there, and I know your first time with BDSM can be a scary experience. As the days wore on, I became more concerned for him. I also became concerned for myself. His graduation was fast approaching, and with that, his departure. I wanted him again. I wanted to feel him inside me, filling me up. I wanted to feel the sting of his hand. God, I wanted him to punish me for my thoughts. Would I ever see him again? Those thoughts began to consume me, so I began sitting on my balcony again every morning as I sipped coffee.
On Wednesday, he appeared at his window. For the longest time, we just looked at each other. Finally, I held my hand to my ear, as if talking on the phone, and mouthed the words, 'call me.' He disappeared from the window, and I feared I had pushed too hard. Thankfully, he returned in short order with a tablet of paper and wrote his number, one large digit per page. I grabbed up my phone and began dialing as he showed me the numbers. I pressed Call, and after one ring he answered.
"Good morning," I said softly.
"Good morning. I've missed you," came his reply.
"I was afraid that I'd scared you off."
"I'm afraid, but not of you. I'm afraid for you. I've never behaved that way before."
"The emotions can be overwhelming. I know, I've been there," I shared.
"I want to see you again before I leave."
"I want that too."
"I have a few other guys that want to meet you, too," he chuckled. "Oh?"
"I showed our video to one of my good friends. He looked you up online. It's amazing how much VHS porn has been digitized. Anyway, he blabbed to some other friends. You're the talk of my circle."
"I suppose they all want to fuck a porn star, irregardless of the age difference."
"Well, I told them how amazing you are."
"So, is it you who wants to see me again? Or is it them that want to see me?"
"Can it be both?"
"Is that what you want? Do you want to share me with them?"
"You've done it before."
"True. But it's been a long time. I'm not sure I can handle a bunch of young guys anymore."
My heart began to race. Oh hell yes, I wanted to gang bang a bunch of college guys! I didn't want to seem too anxious, so I kept the excitement off my face as we gazed at each other from across the street.
"Who's going to protect me? A group of men can easily get out of control when they're all trying to get their dicks in a wet hole."
"I can," he replied a bit hesitantly.
"You? Can you control yourself
AND
your friends?" I said incredulously.
"I can. I will. You'll be safe, Gina. If you want a gang bang, I'll arrange it."
I looked at him for several beats before I replied. "Do it."
He sighed, then nodded. "Okay. I'll call you again when it's arranged."
I ended the call. He looked at his phone screen, then at me, before turning away from his window. As for me, my heart was about to escape from my chest. It had been years since I'd been taken by multiple men, and I was excited by the thought of it happening again. And with a bunch of college studs! I did my best to control my emotions as I slowly rose from the table and went into my apartment. Once in my bedroom, I stripped naked and grabbed the King from my drawer. The next thirty minutes were spent sucking and fucking him. I even used one of my smaller dildos with him to DP myself. The entire time I was thinking about the young cocks that wanted me. I imagined them surrounding me, all trying to get into one of my holes. I imagined all of their cock heads straining to get into my mouth. I imagined five cocks at once, pussy, ass, mouth, and hands. In the end, I lay on my bed, exhausted and excited for what was to come.
Brad called a few hours later. It was arranged. Friday night at his apartment, I would get my wish. After ending the call, I squealed with joy and immediately scheduled a waxing so I would be freshly bare for Friday. I also scheduled a hair and makeup appointment for Friday afternoon. I nearly floated around my place as I went about my day-to-day business. At the market, I must have been quite the sight. Everyone looked at me and smiled. I hummed randomly as I shopped. Thursday afternoon, I went shopping for a new dress for Friday. I selected a knee-length, sleeveless little black dress with a cowl neckline. I also picked up a pair of low-heeled strappy sandals. While I was out I also purchased a supply of lube, and some anal douches. Once I was back home, I dressed in my new outfit and took a few selfies.
Late Friday, as I stood at Brad's door, my heart was nearly beating out of my chest. This was it. Beyond the door were five men who wanted to take me, use me, fill me and cover me with their hot cum. My hair and makeup were flawless, my colon was clean and ready to receive their cocks. Lubricant suppositories were in place, front and back, and there was no hair to be found on my body other than on my head. I drew in a deep breath and released it slowly, then knocked on the door. Brad opened the door, and a look of awe came over him.
"Gina, you—. You look amazing!"
"Thank you, may I come in?"
