Janie's a cute little redhead and since age 18, she's had a fantasy about being gangbanged by 7 or 8 athletic, muscular, well hung, studs. She began dating Phil, a guy she's simply crazy about, 8 months ago. Recently, they were in bed enjoying wild sex, when she divulged the details of her fantasy gangbang. Phil laughed, finding the fantasy humorous, but when he saw the excitement that came over his redheaded sweetheart's face, while she related details of the fantasy to him, he realized it was a long held and treasured dream.
As it turned out, Janie had her 24th birthday coming up in just a few weeks time, and that gave Phil just enough time to arrange for her fantasy to come true. He belonged to a lacrosse team, the Red Eagles, and he arranged for 8 of his team mates to provide Janie with the fantasy gangbang that she dreamed of for so many years.
The location would be the team's clubhouse which was equipped with a large exercise gym, complete with weight lifting equipment and heavy floor padding. Phil arranged for his eight team mates to be waiting in the clubhouse when he arrived with Janie on her birthday. She'd be handcuffed and blindfolded, so wouldn't be aware of what was happening until they began undressing her.
Here's Janie's recount of her birthday present:
The day of my birthday arrived and when Phil showed up at my apartment, I was sitting at the table leafing through a magazine. He snuck up behind me and put his hands over my eyes. "Sweetheart, this is your birthday and I have a big surprise for you. I'm going to take you somewhere very special, but you have to wear this blindfold."
He quickly slipped a blindfold over my eyes and knotted it behind my head. "Now sweetie, I'm going to lead you to the car and we'll drive to where your surprise is waiting, just ten minutes away." He took my hand, led me to the car and helped me into the front passenger seat.
I have lots of questions as we drive along, but his only reply is, "This is a surprise. It would ruin your birthday if I told you where we were going and what we were going to be doing." About ten minutes later, the car comes to a stop and he gets out and opens my door. I step out, a puzzled look on my face.
He puts his arms around me and kisses me softly. "You'll love the surprise sweetheart, it's something you've dreamed of your whole life. Just relax and enjoy what's about to take place." He takes my hand and leads me along a sidewalk. Seconds later I hear a door open. "Ok, baby, just watch the step as you come through the door."
I realize that we've entered some sort of large room. I can hear the slight echo of our footsteps as we walk along with Phil holding my hand. We've walked about 25 steps when he says, "Now just take a small step up here baby." I step up and my foot comes down on a padded surface that feels like a large matt.
Now, I find myself standing on this soft matted surface in a strange location. "Phil, what's going on?" I ask, a touch of trepidation in my voice. He puts his arm around my waist and whispers in my ear. "This is your fantasy coming true sweetheart. Don't be the least bit afraid. Just enjoy it. It will probably never happen again in your life and you'll remember the excitement always."
He takes his arm from around my waist and reassures me that the birthday gift requires that I be handcuffed. I feel the cold metal of the handcuffs being fastened around my wrists. "Phil?" I say in a worried voice. "I'm getting scared."
He gives me a short kiss on the lips and whispers, "This is going to be the greatest birthday gift ever baby. I'm not going to be involved, but I'll sitting right over here while your it's being delivered. So don't worry."
I hear his muffled footsteps walking across the matt and then louder footsteps as he reaches the hard flooring. I stand there, waiting to see what's going to happen. Seconds later, I feel fingers undoing the buttons on the front of my silk vest. I resist the overwhelming temptation to scream, preferring to believe that Phil would never allow me to be placed in danger.
The fingers undo the buttons slowly and carefully. Seconds later, I feel a second set of fingers undoing the button of my dress and slowly sliding the zipper down. "I'm being undressed!" the realization hits me like a runaway truck. "Phil has arranged for people to undress me. I told him about my fantasy of being undressed and gangbanged.... No!... That can't be it! He's probably just hired a couple of people to undress me and then we'll laugh about it and have some cake and ice cream."
At that moment, I feel a hand close on my ankle. It raises my foot while another pair of hands steadies me by holding my hips. The hand at my foot takes my shoe off and then does the same thing with the other foot. "Are you still here Phil?" I ask in a worried voice. From about 25 feet away, I hear your reply, "Of course I'm still here baby. Just relax and enjoy what's happening to you."
"Oh Phil. You are too much." I gasp in a voice that's slightly worried but more than a little excited. The fingers undoing the buttons on my blouse have undone every button and I feel a hand at either side of me taking the vest off. It's my vest with the ties at the shoulder; the one that Phil suggested I wear earlier today. Now I know why. The shoulder ties allow it to be removed without being slid off my arms.