A Gangbang for Sexy Sara

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(This is dedicated to my friends Rachel and Kiara for their inspiration.)

It was one in the morning, Daniel was fast asleep and Sara was wide awake with that familiar feeling, that gnawing urgency to be sexually satisfied. She reached for the familiarity between her legs and began to stimulate herself.

She imagined their touch, their craving for her body. They, the several anonymous men, all wanted one thing; to satisfy themselves in her pussy. She was being gangbanged by 6 men, maybe 7, her imagination vacillated as to the number. She was in heat and wanted to be fucked.

This desire was there from before they were married but it seemed like something a normal person should repress and she went about doing that but still leaving the door open in her fantasies.

Daniel slept silently next to her unaware a scene of wild debauchery was being played out as she moved her fingers faster.

On the street she would feel that hot moistness between her legs every time she saw groups of men turn their heads for her. Were they imagining her naked? Were they thinking naughty thoughts about her? It felt like it and these days, more than ever, she wanted it to be true.

How long can a person deny who they are and what they need?

But for now, in their bed, her fantasies took over…

One by one, like a sexual carousel, they pushed their rock hard cocks deep inside her…her fingers jerking faster now…one of them takes pleasure in her mouth and full lips. She sucks him voraciously in return…now she feels the growing climax spreading across her stomach and as the last man deposits his cum in her the orgasm bursts, her waist arches up off the bed and she exalts in the glorious release.

Daniel turned on his side and slept peacefully.

***

Sometimes, the morning after one of her gangbang fantasies she would stand naked in front of the mirror and take inventory of her assets. A petite, shoulder length dark haired beauty, she tried to see herself in a man’s eyes. Her breasts were small but with no hint of sagging. She worked her slender figure every day in the school gym. She was a hardbody with curves and a pert rear end. That was where their eyes would go after seeing how cute she was. It’s what Daniel did initially before beginning to take her for granted.

She’d usually smile at her reflection and say, “Hell, I’d fuck me all day long.”

Sex with Daniel was fine but uneventful as their lovemaking tended to be. She had never taken it to where she wanted to go because that wasn’t him. Consequently, she had occasional sex at home and then a roaring alternate sex life in her head.

If he’d ever seen what was in her mind he would have been shocked. For that matter, her friends would have been shocked.

Sara was a bespectacled (sexy nerdy), 35 year old (looked 25) college admissions counselor and her primary job was helping to transition junior college grads into a four year program. The usual age for this transition was 20 or 21, depending on background, maturity or aptitude.

In general, she liked helping young people start their lives and, of course, it didn’t hurt that the male students, and sometimes even the females, would give her the once over.

She would take those looks into her fantasies where they would take their place in the group that privately fucked her.

She had met Chris a couple of times, meeting briefly to process his entry into school but this time he showed up with his father. Not only was Chris attractive to her but his father made it clear where the DNA came from.

As the meeting went on, Sara could feel the energy of Chris’s father, Charles, coming strongly in her direction. Charles felt compelled to mention that he and Chris’s mother were divorced. In addition, he presumptuously asked if she was married.

“Yes, but we don’t have any children.” Why did she feel compelled to tell him that?

Although the meeting was relatively short the underlying tones remained in the room. At the end when they got up to leave she saw Charles quickly glance at her ass. She felt some wetness when he did that and then they said goodbye.

She did innumerable sessions like this and that kind of interest was not unusual. The increasing difference was her. She could feel her ability to compartmentalize was breaking down and so she began to investigate ‘what ifs’.

When she got home that night she began to surreptitiously surf the web looking for like minded erotica. While on the lookout for her husband with one eye, with the other she found men and women interested in a gangbang. There was a lot more interest than she expected. Groups of men openly recruited women or an woman advertised her availability to groups of men in various area codes.

She found a local classified in the bahis siteleri ‘group sex’ sub-group, ‘gangbang’: “Woman, 25 to 40, wanted for gangbang.” The poster requested a neck down picture and promised a good time. “If you’ve wanted to try it, here’s your chance with a group of clean, good looking guys, fortyish. We respect your boundaries.”

She nervously replied with her newly created username, ‘Wetnready’: “Nervous newbie but I want to try it. How does it happen?”

He replied immediately which took her aback for a second.

“I will private message you with the details.”

While she waited for the message she started to doubt what she was doing. She began to consider risk of injury and identify exposure and all of a sudden her sex drive stepped aside for caution and she closed the laptop and started dinner.

She didn’t open her laptop for a week, passing by it but restraining herself. She looked at it like forbidden fruit which, as human nature goes, made her want to open it even more.

***

At work, things followed predictably. Male co-workers took a moment to check her out as usual but with one difference…

She could hear them.

At first it sounded like so much background noise and she blocked it out the best she could but as each day passed the words became clearer. Soon the spoken and unspoken were audible to her with virtually no difference.

“Hey, Sara.” (‘Love just one time to get in those pants’)

“Hey, Mike.”

Or passing some guys seated at an outside restaurant she would hear:

(‘Oh hell, is she cute! Me, her, anytime!’)

(‘I bet the four of us could ride her all night.’)

(‘Wow…hot girl!’)

(‘OMG’)

She heard all of this as plain as day even though they were looking her way but talking to one another. She chalked this up to some kind of psychological anomaly and kept on moving.

So what if she could hear them? It was already clear from their expressions what they were thinking.

That night when she walked by the forbidden laptop she paused and put a hand on it. Daniel had passed out in front of the television and so she felt free to at least read the private message. Surly they had written her off after two weeks anyway.

When she flipped up the screen and got on the site she was surprised with the number of responses from other men as to her availability. The nude selfie had created a thread of its own. She had 42 messages, not to mention 5 private messages not counting the reply from the original poster.

This, of course, sent her biology into a frenzy and she masturbated while reading the missives from her admirers.

‘Girl, you are hot, hot, hot and I think we want the same thing. Me and a few friends would be glad to make it real. I’ll leave my number in private and we can text.’

‘Hey, Wetnready: that is a niiicccee pic and I’ve got just the right group of dicks to make your dream come true. My 8 inches would like to meet your pussy. Please reply.’

“Honey,” Daniel announced from the other room, “I’m headed to bed.”

She slammed the laptop shut and pulled her hand out of her panties. “I’ll be in soon,” she called back.

When she heard his soft snoring she opened the laptop and kept reading. Some of them had finesse with their solicitation and others just had crude balls out lust. As she got towards the end of the messages so did her building orgasm and she came hard to the thought of submitting to all of them.

The last thing she read was the original poster’s private reply:

‘Wetnready: loved your hot pic, showed it to the guys and they’re crazy excited. Just waiting on you. Text me at xxx-xxx-xxxx if you want to go further. I hope so. – AssRider’

She had a moment of thinking how crude his username was but then she thought about her own and laughed quietly.

That initial reply had been two weeks earlier and she sat there still afraid but still wanting it. With the rationalization that he deserved a response she texted him:

‘Sorry for the delay. I’m skittish and I’m married.’

He texted back:

‘If you wanted it when you replied I’m pretty sure you want it now. We’re very discreet adults. No one has to know, including your husband. We don’t need to know your name and you don’t need to know ours. Think about it.’

‘Thanks,’ she texted, ‘I’ll text you with an answer tomorrow.’

As she slipped into bed, she once again imagined being taken and used.

***

In the morning she dressed a little sexier than usual. Daniel said, “Wow, look at you! Should I be worried? A new boyfriend?”

“No, silly,” she said truthfully, “no boyfriend.”

“Keep dressing like that and you’re gonna have one.”

She wondered if he’d seen her masturbating, but it didn’t seem so. kumar siteleri She was experiencing some paranoia, that was all.

“Oh, and by the way,” said Daniel, “don’t forget that Friday night me and the guys leave for the fishing trip and back on Sunday.”

“Thanks for reminding me, I’d totally forgotten.”

They kissed and went their separate ways.

At work, her first meeting was canceled and that block of time was open. Time to text AssRider. The night before she had decided to go through with the gangbang and now Daniel’s fishing trip gave her an opening in the calendar.

She’d never cheated on Daniel and, technically, this wouldn’t be cheating since it was anonymous and not with any one person. This was all faulty rationale, of course, but that’s what she used to cover the guilt.

‘I want the gangbang,’ she texted.

‘I need to ask what you will and won’t do.’

‘I don’t know.’

‘Is there anything you don’t want us to do, like fuck you in the ass?’

‘I don’t know. I’ve seen it in porn but I’ve never tried it except in my fantasies.’

‘Did you like it in your fantasies?’

‘Yes’

‘How about this? Anything goes and if you don’t like it say, stop.’

‘Okay.’

‘When?’

‘Saturday at 9?’

‘Great, I’ll text the directions and hopefully we’re not too far apart.’ She mapped the address and it was reasonably close although a bit in the country.

She knew this was still a risky thing to do but she had wanted it for so long she decided to ignore the potential dangers. He seemed nice in the texts.

Finally she would take the ecstasy of her mind and become an actual plaything for a group of horny men. She was shaking.

***

Sara set the GPS and arrived at a newer farmhouse about 10 minutes early. There were other cars and trucks already in the driveway. She kept repeating to herself that she could still turn around.

Considering what she was about to do it seemed pointless to dress up for the occasion and yet vanity won out and she took sexy up a few notches. She thought after losing most of her ensemble she’d look good in white stockings and black heels. That was how she often saw herself in the fantasies.

After making herself get out of the car she hit the doorbell and it was answered by a man wearing a black eye mask.

“Hi, ah…’Wetnready?” he asked her.

“Yes, and you must be…”

“Yes. Wow, you’re prettier than I imagined.”

“Thanks, and you’re wearing a mask?”

“Oh, hehe, ya some of the girls like it when we remain anonymous. Your choice…oh, sorry, come on in.”

He held the door for her and she came in to face 6 men, also masked, standing in a semi circle, wearing nothing but briefs. In front of them was a cot made up with a single sheet.

(‘Oh my god, it’s Sara!’)

She was taken aback. She swore she heard one of the men say it but no one seemed to have spoken.

“Everybody, this is Wetnready.”

Clumsy hellos we’re mumbled and a few other comments about her tossed in. Down the line it was clear by their newly formed bulges the group was more than happy to see her. Most of them had pretty good bodies but a couple were working on that middle aged spread. She decided quickly that was not important. She just knew she wanted all of them to fuck her.

“If you don’t mind,” said, AssRider, “the boys would like to undress you.”

“Sure,” she said, gaining confidence, “take me.”

As a unit they stepped out of their shorts and their hard-ons sprang free. They approached her and began to remove her clothes. Then she heard it again:

(‘This fucking Sara is hotter than shit. I could have fucked her the other day.’)

“Who said that?” she asked, a bit startled.

No one said a word. They just went about stripping her, leaving her naked except for the stockings and heels. One of the men kissed her and ran his fingers between her legs.

“She’s wet, gentlemen.” They laid her on the cot.

And then it was on and they groped her and took what they wanted. Hands were on her everywhere and then someone was eating her pussy and she was loving every minute of it. She came easily and as they got more familiar, then started the the dirty talk.

The first one to enter her exclaimed, “This hot little bitch is nice and tight, boys. Oh fuck.”

Then she surprised all of them and to a degree herself by joining in the dirty talk.

“C’mon, fucker, slam that cock hard!”

She had a dick in either hand and a fat one being shoved down her throat. The next guy penetrated her forcefully.

“Uhnnnnnnn, fuck me!” she cried out.

He grabbed her throat and rocked her pretty pussy. “Uhnnn, uhnnn, uhnnn, uhnnn, uhnnn.”

They twisted her nipples until she screamed with pain. She glanced bahis at the arm holding her neck and saw the letters ‘C.H.’ in fancy script. He fucked her with a fury, shaking her small frame.

The next one stepping up to the plate was AssRider. She saw him just before he put her on all fours. She felt the cold lube spread down her anus and then the stretch as he pushed in the head of his cock. She screamed loudly but he never hesitated, picking up speed and pounding her asshole with his big rod.

The sound of her only stopped when another man stuck his tool in her mouth.

Her mind was completely submerged in the ecstasy of their dominance. She submitted to these men the same as she had done in her fantasies. She let them have anything.

True to his username he rode her ass until he unloaded his cum up her back. Another took his place and another after that and then another as she came over and over, their cum eventually hitting her. Most shot it on her buttocks but C.H. came around to her head and said, “Open your mouth,” and jerked his cum into her mouth and then ordered her to swallow.

She did so.

This bodily assault went on for over an hour and after the last of them had ejaculated, AssRider said, “Okay, I don’t think I have to even ask this because I already know the answer but who wants Wetnready back? It was, without a single dissenter, unanimous and they begged her to return for more fun.

She was still electrically charged from the sex act she had so long imagined. Since Daniel was not coming back until Sunday she stayed for awhile and had some leisure time with the guys. Unable to temper her desire, and after a couple more drinks, she let them have her again.

***

When she woke up the next morning she had a hangover but it wasn’t from alcohol. So much had happened and being back home had made her guilt reappear and without the stimulation that made her come sexually alive she searched for the ibuprofen.

Having surrendered to her true sexual identity made her exhilarated and depressed at the same time. Her married life, as it was structured left no room for her fetish. Daniel didn’t go on that many fishing trips. It felt hopeless.

So he came home later in the day and she assumed her familiar role and they talked about his trip and he asked her about what she did and it felt like a trick question. She made up something inoffensive and in bed that night she masturbated once again.

Only this time when she jerked off it wasn’t to a fantasy.

***

In the morning at work her first appointment was with Chris, the young transfer student she’d seen the the week before with his father. Just moments before her door opened she heard the voice again.

(‘This is going to be awkward.’)

When they came in and sat down, there it was, ‘C.H.’ tattooed across the father’s forearm. This wasn’t some weird coincidence but the real tattoo that she had fixated on at the gangbang. Charles had indeed been one of the men who fucked her Saturday night.

(‘Oh god, she knows it was me.’)

“Yes, I do,” she said to him aloud.

(‘You know it was me on Saturday night?’)

Looking up at him, “Yes. The tattoo.”

Totally confused, Chris asked, “What’s going on?”

She covered quickly, “Oh nothing. Just admiring your dad’s tattoo. I’ve been thinking of getting one. Back to you now…”

She finished the final paperwork without incident and as they left Charles asked for her card if they ran into any problems.

(‘I’ll call you.’) he thought, testing her ability..

“Look forward to it,” she said with a smile.

An hour later she received his call.

“What was that back there?” he asked.

“I don’t really know. It started happening last week. I don’t know.”

“So you knew right away I recognized you?”

“Yes.”

“But why didn’t you leave?”

“Because I still didn’t know it was you who was thinking that and the other thing was…I wanted to be there.”

There was a pause…then he said, “You were amazing.”

“Thanks, but my husband probably wouldn’t want to know that.”

“I don’t imagine he would. That’s why Chris’s mother and I are divorced.”

“You told her what you were into?”

“She found out and it was over. I understand what she did and I have no bad feelings towards her at all. My weird fetish may not be mainstream but it’s me and that is the important thing. I can finally breathe.”

“Thanks, but I gotta go,” and she hung up the phone.

***

That night after dinner she told Daniel everything from initial interest to nightly masturbation to Saturday night and alluded to things not even acted on yet.

Daniel, stunned and hurt, declared that their marriage was over and he would move out but she insisted that she be the one to leave. She went and packed as much as she could and went to a hotel.

That lonely evening she sat looking out the window with a wine glass in hand and, for the first time in years, had a clear sense of herself.

She looked forward to Saturday night.