Who's Being Pursued? Pt. 06

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?"

"Yes, yes, of course."

I stepped over the threshold and gave him a hug and a kiss on his cheek."

"Guys, this is Gina. Or should I say, this is Jenna Jacquard."

There were a few wolf whistles, and chorus of "Hi, Jenna", and a murmur of voices as they looked me over.

"Are you boys ready to take care of me?" I asked with a grin as I did a slow turn.

I handed Brad the bottle of lubricant I had brought. "Keep this handy, won't you?"

The guys were all dressed nicely, in jeans and either button-down shirts or polos. I thought it was sweet of them, since we all knew they were here for sex with me. Of course, I was the one dressed to the nines.

"So, boys. I hope you don't mind being called boys, but you are all young enough to be my grandsons. Anyway, why don't you all show me what I have to work with today?"

They all looked at each other with huge smiles, then stripped out of their jeans and underwear faster than I've ever seen before. In no time, they were standing before me with their cocks out. None of them appeared to be overly endowed, but not all were fully erect yet. Maybe there would be a grower in the group that would impress me. I walked over to them and one at a time took each boy's cock in my hand and gave him a gentle kiss. By the time I finished, they all had raging erections, and one of them did impress me. His cock was longer than the others, though not as girthy as one of the other boys. I knew that long thin cock would reach places inside me the others couldn't, and would make the perfect cock to take up my ass in a DP.

"So, I've been thinking, boys. Rather than getting right down to the business of filling all my holes, why don't I give each of you a little private time? You know, a little on-on-one with your own personal porn star. What do you think, Brad? Can I use your bed to let each of your friends get to know me a little better?"

There was a rousing round of agreement amongst the young men. Brad just smiled a me and nodded. I wrapped one hand around the nearest cock, the other around the bottle of lube, and led the young man to Brad's room.

"The rest of you relax. You'll get your turn," I cooed over my shoulder as we disappeared into the bedroom.

"Take your shirt off," I said to the young man.

He now stood before me totally nude. His dark, curly hair fell in waves just above his vibrant blue eyes, which radiated lust. Sun-kissed skin covered his body, and a hint of stubble traced the line of his jaw. His lips, full and inviting, curved into a smile that could turn any girl's panties to a soaking mess, while his broad shoulders and lean frame hinted at strength tempered by youth.

"You've been with girls before?"

"A few."

"Any older women?"

"No. Not yet, at least."

My mouth curled into a lopsided grin.

"Do you like blowjobs? What about eating pussy?"

"Yes, and yes."

"So, here's what's going to happen. I'm going to take off my dress, and we're going to enjoy ourselves for a bit. I'll take it easy on you, so if you cum, it's your own fault. We will kiss and touch each other, make out for a bit. I'll suck your cock, then you'll eat my pussy. Finally, You can fuck me in whatever position you like. If you find yourself unable to avoid cumming, you have to pull out and cum somewhere other than my face. No sloppy seconds for the other guys. Are you good with that?"

"Hell yes!" he exclaimed, and his eyes grew wide and full of life.

I grasped the hem of my dress and pulled it up over my head. He was a bit taken aback when he realized I wore no underwear. I licked my lips and stepped closer, pressing my body against his and looking up into his eyes.

"Are you sure you want this?" I asked. I placed my lips against his and parted them slightly.

"More than anything," he whispered into my mouth, and his tongue began probing.

As kissers go, he was adequate. Given time, he could develop the skills to make a girl swoon, but tonight, he was all about being aggressive. I had to break the kiss a few times and slow him down. His warm hands roamed my body, and when I again grasped his cock, he reached between my thighs and began to fondle me. He was awkward, rubbing randomly rather than with a gentle purpose. I decided that it was time to wrap my lips around his erection, so I slowly dropped to my knees.

His cock was average, and his hair was neatly trimmed. A drop of precum glistened at the tip. I tilted my head back so he could get a good view, then licked his shaft from balls to tip. I wrapped my lips softly around his crown and moaned as I lapped at his slit.

"Fuck, that's good," he hissed.

I smiled to myself, knowing that if he thought that was good, he couldn't comprehend a true porn blowjob. I took my time, licking, sucking, and slurping his manhood. I put on a good show for him. Before long, he asked me to stop because he was close to cumming.

"Ready to eat my pussy?"

He nodded, so I moved to the bed and lay on my back with my legs pulled up and spread. He knelt beside the bed and did his best to figure out what would please me. It was apparent that cunnilingus was not his most practiced sexual skill. I faked enjoyment of his efforts, grabbing his hair and pulling him in, moaning as he licked and probed.

"I need you in me," I said breathlessly when I grew weary of his attempts. "Where do you want to put it?"


"In your pussy, you just lay there and enjoy."

Fat chance, I thought to myself as he climbed atop me. I guided his cock to my entrance and he wasted no time shoving himself inside.

"Hey! Let a girl get accustomed to your dick!" I scolded him.

He blushed an apology, and began to slowly slide in and out. I found myself enjoying it. Though he was unskilled, he was trying. Lying on my back, looking up at his dark, curly hair and those blue eyes, I soon relaxed and let him enjoy himself. I grasped his head and pulled him down to kiss me again, those full lips begged to be kissed. He was concentrating on his thrusting, so I took advantage of his distraction and gently probed his lips and teeth with my tongue.

"I hope you're enjoying this, I know I am," I said into his mouth.

"Oh, fuck, yes, I'm enjoying this," he groaned.

With that, he pulled out and grabbed his cock, pounding his fist over it. A few strokes later, and a line of his hot seed marked my skin.

"Fuck!" he exclaimed as his remaining globs of cum dribbled onto me. "That was amazing, Jenna."

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself," I purred. "Be sure to drink some water so you'll be ready to go again later. You don't want to miss the gang portion of tonight's bang."

He chuckled and picked up his clothes while I cleaned my stomach. I followed him out the door and found the others engaged in a multi-player video game while drinking beer. They all looked at me expectantly as I walked over and stood between them and the screen. I gave them the once-over and selected my next victim. A blonde boy with brown eyes, the color of milk chocolate. I pointed a finger at him, picked up his beer, and finished it.

"You," I said. "Your turn to fuck a porn star."

There were high-fives and shouts of encouragement as he followed me to the bedroom. Once behind closed doors, I gave him the same instructions as the first. He eagerly agreed, and so we began.

This young man was evidently more practiced at pleasing a woman. He took his time, and was much better at eating my pussy. Whoever ended up in his bed was a lucky girl. When I asked how he wanted to fuck me, he asked for a blowjob.

"I've never had what I consider to be a fantastic blowjob. That little bit you did for me was enough for me to know that I want a porn blowjob. Is that okay?"

"Whatever you want, stud. Just remember to warn me when you're going to cum. I'll stroke you while you shoot your load on my tits."

I didn't hold back with him. He wanted a porn blowjob and he was going to get one. He lasted longer than I expected, and true to his word, he warned me. Soon his cock was throbbing in my hand while it spat his seed onto my tits. When he was nearly drained, I wiped his cock through his cum and spread it around my chest before releasing his limp member and pinching my cum-covered nipples. He stood there with his mouth agape as I giggled and played in his cum.

Victim number three's cock was much the same as the first. And like the first, he took my pussy and came on my stomach. That left number four, Mr. Long Cock. I had saved him for last because I had a plan for him. I explained to him what we were going to do, up to the point where I told the others that they could put their cock wherever they wanted.

"I told the others that they could put their cock wherever they wanted, but I have a favor to ask of you."

"Oh," he said as he raised one bushy eyebrow.

"When I take you all, I'm sure someone will want to put their cock in my ass. In fact, I want someone to put their cock in my ass. I want one cock in my pussy and another in my ass. Here's the problem, no one has stretched my ass open yet. It's not like my pussy, it takes some effort. Do you think you could be the one to stretch my ass open? Would you put that long cock up my ass?"

He got a huge grin on his face. "I love taking a woman's ass."

"So you've done it before? You know how to go slow and gentle?"

"I do. I'd be happy to pry your ass open and stuff it full of my cock."

"Mmmm, I'd love that!"

He picked up the bottle of lube from the nightstand, and I lay back on the bed. With a bit of lube on his finger, he began massaging my sphincter to begin relaxing it.

"Mmm, that's nice. You do know what you're doing."

He smiled and dribbled a bit more lube on me before pushing his finger in. I gasped at the intrusion, but then I relaxed and moaned. For the next several minutes, he worked my sphincter to relax it. Once he was satisfied, he wiped his finger on the cum-soaked towel and covered his cock with lube. He positioned his cock head against me and began to work it past my relaxed muscle.

"Oh my god, yes. Yes. Give it to me. Don't tease me. Give it to me now. Give it to me, please. Yes, just like that," I rattled as he worked the head inside.

"Fuuuuucccckkk. That's it, make me your anal slut. Show me who owns my ass. I want you to fill my ass with your cock."

He continued taking longer and deeper strokes inside my asshole.

"Of, fuck yeah, baby. That's it. That's so fucking hot. Look at me, look at me while you fuck my ass. I love seeing the enjoyment on your face."

The full length of his cock was nearly buried in me now.

"Show me what I'm fucking good for. Fuck yes, go deeper, deeper. I want to feel every inch of your cock inside my ass. Yes, yes, yes, please."

He pushed one last time and I felt his balls against me. A moment later, they tightened, and he moaned.

"Oh, Baby. Are you cumming? That's it, cum in my ass. Put your cock deep inside me and fill me with your hot seed. YES!"

We both came. My sphincter spasmed around his shaft, and I felt his cock throb as it spat out his seed deep inside me.

"Oh, fuck, Jenna. That was the best anal I've ever had. No woman has ever wanted me so much, and given me so much encouragement. Was that real, or were you acting?"

"Mmm, that was real, Baby. I needed to have my ass fucked and I wanted it to be you. Will you help DP me later?"

"I'd like that, but I want to fuck your pussy and your mouth before I do your ass again."

"Anything you want."

We both went to the bathroom to clean up with a quick shower, being careful not to ruin my hair and makeup. He washed my cum-crusted torso, and I washed his cock. Once finished, we joined the others in the living room. They were playing video games again, but to my surprise, they were also smoking pot. Or as they called it, Zaza. Now I'm not a casual drug user (other than alcohol), but when they offered, I decided to sit down and sample it. After a while, I began to feel the effects, but I noticed that they had slowed down their smoking. They were also all leering at me as they stroked their hard cocks.

"Are you ready to get your brains fucked out, Jenna?" Brad asked as he kissed along my jawline. "We're all ready for you."

In that moment, I was overcome with lust, and as he reached my lips, I pulled him in for a hot kiss. He grabbed me and lifted me, then sat on the sofa and placed me on his lap. I grasped his hard cock and slid myself onto it. His was the biggest cock in the room and it felt good to have him in me again. The other guys took up positions surrounding us, and I quickly had a cock in each hand as I sucked another over Brad's shoulder.

That was the beginning of what became a reliving of my early days in porn. The guys kept swapping positions as I rode Brad's shaft. Eventually, one of them complained that they wanted to fuck me, so I knelt on the sofa and offered myself to them. I lost track of who's cock was in my mouth and who's was in my cunt. They traded often, but soon they were reaching orgasm. I had forgotten what it was like to be used by a group of men. Between the marijuana high and the thrill of being used, I was also moaning and quivering as load after load of cum was deposited in me and on me. After they were all spent, I exhaustedly collapsed onto the sofa and lay there in a daze.

The guys all ignored me for a while, going about cleaning their cocks and getting water. Eventually, Brad brought a towel and a cool glass of water to me. He wiped the cum from my back and when I sat up, my head spun. He steadied me as he handed me the water, and I slowly sipped. It felt good going down after having multiple cock heads banging at my throat. I finished the water, handed the glass back to Brad, and leaned back against the sofa. I dozed off.

I'm not sure how long I was out, but I woke to a strong scent of pot smoke, a cock rubbing my lips, and fingers roughly pinching my nipples. I could hear their voices, but I was in a daze and could not make out what they were saying. Eventually, one of them spoke clearly and softly into my ear. It was the boy with the long cock.

"It's time for your DP, Jenna. We want to make you air-tight. C'mon, my anal slut."

Being called his anal slut caused my lust to flare and I groggily stood. One of the boys lay across the sofa, and I straddled him, guiding his cock between my swollen lips. As I began to ride the young man, I felt a cool, slippery finger at my asshole. Looking over my shoulder, I saw Long Cock. I gave in to the sensation and laid my head on the shoulder of the boy I was riding. Soon I felt a cock prodding at my anus, so I relaxed and took him in.

The sensation of having two cocks in me pushed me over the edge, and I moaned loudly as my body spasmed. Mid-moan, I found a third cock probing my mouth. I wrapped my lips around it and began sucking. I was air-tight, exactly what I wanted. The experience was just as euphoric as I remembered, and I relaxed as they found their rhythm. My mind blanked, I was their fuck toy.

I'm not sure how long the sex lasted this time. I was in a daze now. I do remember being invaded again and again by the boys. My assumption is that they all took turns filling a role of making me airtight. I vaguely remember being lifted up and sat back down on a different cock multiple times. I remember cocks invading my ass that were definitely not long and thin.

I awoke the following morning on a strange sofa; light flooded through the wall of windows. My brain was still a bit fuzzy, but after rising on one elbow and looking around, I knew where I was: Brad's apartment. I was covered by a thin blanket, but otherwise, I was naked. Keeping my cover clutched to my breasts, I sat up and scanned the area near my makeshift bed, looking for my clothes. I saw them tossed into a pile in a corner of the room. The apartment was silent; all the young men from last night were nowhere to be seen or heard. I absentmindedly reached for my hair and discovered patches that were stuck together. I pulled some strands to the edge of my vision and found what appeared to be dried semen holding them together. I also noticed stiff patches on my skin. Under closer inspection, I discovered that I was covered in patches of the same, evidence of my evening of debauchery. My first attempt to stand was an awkward failure. My feet were caught up in the blanket that I held, and my head spun and throbbed. I sat there for a bit, trying to compose myself.

I heard a toilet flush at the other end of the apartment, and then I heard the shower start. Brad was up and beginning his day. Suddenly, I wanted to escape. I crawled to my clothes to avoid sudden vertigo, then crawled back to the sofa and dressed. Moving to the window, I looked out at the street; it was relatively quiet this morning. Across the street, I saw my balcony. I grabbed up my shoes and looked frantically for my purse. I found it behind the sofa, of all places. I moved as quickly as I dared to the door and let myself out. The hallway was quiet as I made my way to the elevator. Please, don't let me see anyone. I muttered to myself as I pressed the elevator call button. The ride to the ground floor was swift, but as the door slid open, my muttered half-prayer went unanswered. Students were everywhere. I bowed my head and moved swiftly to the exit, my bare feet pattering on the cold tile. Once outside, I cut directly across the street; luckily, there was no traffic. By now, my head was clear due to the adrenaline pumping through my veins, so I moved swiftly toward the door to my apartment building. Once inside the elevator, I slumped against the wall, closed my eyes, and let out a deep sigh. Just a few moments later, I was safely inside my apartment.

My first action was a long, steamy shower. I headed for my bathroom, shedding clothes along the way, telling myself I'd pick them up later. Lather, rinse, repeat. That's what the instructions on the bottle of shampoo say. I doubled up. It probably only took one washing to rid my scalp and hair of the accumulated college boy cum, but I didn't consider four washes as overkill since I hadn't evaluated myself in the mirror before slipping under the spray. I squirted a dollop of conditioner in my palm and my stomach turned; unlike my shampoo, the conditioner closely resembled cum. Hurriedly, I worked the fluid into my hair and combed it through with my fingers. At least the smell was pleasantly floral.

Working a bar of soap into a later in my washcloth, I scrubbed my skin in an attempt to eradicate all traces of the last night. As I stood under the spray, letting the water wash away the suds from my body and the conditioner from my hair, I knew the real remnants were in my mind, the place I could not scrub clean.

The memories of the evening came flooding back and nearly brought me to my knees. All the sex, in every hole, all the weed and alcohol. I had been out of control, hungry to please those young men. Then, there was the final act of degradation. I remembered being awakened sometime early in the morning, a cock rubbing against my lips. In my state of inebriation, I opened my mouth and slurped it in. The apartment was too dark to see who the cock belonged to, but it didn't matter. All I wanted was to please it, to drain it of its seed and swallow it down. Before long, the owner of the cock grabbed my hair and began fucking my throat. The sounds I made as I was impaled by the mystery cock awakened the other young men. And there, on Brad's sofa, at some ungodly hour of the morning, they each fucked my throat one last time. Some of them released their seed into my hungry maw, others pulled out and streamed their seed on my face and in my hair. As the last young man wiped his cock on my face, I passed out. I knew I was out of control. The memories embarrassed me and turned my stomach, but they excited me and made me want more.

After my shower, I dressed in pajamas and went to the kitchen to make some coffee. I was desperate for the caffeine. When I picked up my phone, I noticed a missed call and a text from Brad.

Are you okay? You left without saying goodbye. I had hoped that we could have coffee together.

I didn't reply. I wasn't sure what to say. The thought of seeing him again embarrassed me beyond belief. He would be gone soon, graduating and heading off to his job. I regretted communicating by phone. He had my number now and could reach out and upset my world whenever he wanted. I decided it was best to block his number. There was no need to rehash and reminisce with him. He was great fuck, that's all. He'd used me, but I'd also used him. Now I regret it. I know what I have to do. The same thing I did all those years ago.

The following Saturday evening, in a small room used for Bible Study at the East Street Apostolic Church, I stood before a small assembled group. As rooms go, it was both nondescript and striking. The walls were an ugly pale brownish-yellow that resembled the color of Dijon mustard. The chairs were black plastic with tapered metal legs. They could be stacked one upon the other for storage. On one wall was a brightly colored graphic depicting the books of the Bible. On another was the ubiquitous image of a long-haired Jesus that almost everyone has seen. Next to the door were pages from a religious-themed coloring book that members of the children's Sunday School had assaulted with crayons, and some even made attempts to write their names with varying degrees of success. I steadied myself by grasping the edges of the small podium before me. It had been quite some time since I had stood in a space very similar to this, sometimes in churches, sometimes in libraries, sometimes in hotel conference rooms. The last time I had walked out of such a room, I never expected to return. Taking a deep breath, I cleared my throat. I knew what was expected, I knew the appropriate words by heart, having repeated them so often.

"Good evening, everyone. My name is Regina, and I am a sex addict."