Jackie has a very active imagination. When she plays it runs free, conjuring all sorts of wild fantasies, like— having several guys touching every single part of my body, filling every single place . . . 

She had been at it for more than an hour. The first two orgasms came quick and eased her tension. The next two lasted longer and were more intense. Her pussy was sopping wet, soft and slack as warm butter yielding to her prodding hand, and it ached for the one she felt rising. As her glistening fingers turned up the heat she imagined herself surrounded by men, men touching every single part of her body, men filling every single place.

She cried out as she reached the plateau, sluing the summit of pleasure she cried out again, and again as she found herself enclosed in a white-hot daze of breath-stopping body-stiffening Kegel-clenching ecstasy. She remained at the peak for an incredible time, breathless, and at long last, finally, zigzagging down in a series of moans and shudders, shortening intervals between spasms, until settling into her bed with every cell tingling and shimmering.

“Oh, god, that was wonderful,” Jackie said. “The fifth one’s the charm, just fucking earth-shattering.”

Jackie never settled for one or two orgasms, which is why she searched her pacified brain for an idea of how to fulfill her central fantasy. How could I—she asked her imagination—get hands touching me all over, get every single place filled up . . .

. . . and her imagination replied: a gang-bang!

The thought of having multiple partners lined up to provide her with orgasm after earth-shattering orgasm excited her to the bone. Why not, she mused, why not get a bunch of guys together and take them all on? What fun!

When Jackie set her mind on something, she was determined to do it, as her mother would say, “Come hell or high water.” If her mom knew what she was planning now she might have a stroke. She decided to ask her cousin Ronnie to help with her plan.

They were in his dorm room, early afternoon, the week before spring break. He was slouched in the desk chair, listening to her explain her aberrant plan.

“You wanna do what?” Ronnie said, sitting up straight. “A gang-bang?”

A starting linebacker, Ronnie looked too big for the chair. He was in his junior year at the university on a full football scholarship. Jackie was a freshman. She was on the opposite side of the room, sprawled across his bed, leaning her head and shoulders on the wall.

“I’m seeing a lot of problems with this,” he said, “and besides, I don’t think being the star of a gang-bang is a great thing to be known for,” he said.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m not looking for love. I just want to get gang-fucked.” She fingered a strand of her mop of kinky brown hair that sprang from the top of her head and cascaded past her shoulders, looking like an Afro trying to go straight. “Will you help?” she said.

“What you want me to do?”

“I want you to get guys for me.”

“Oh, I get it, you want me to be your pimp,” he said, frowning.

“Well, it’s something to fall back on, if you don’t get picked in the draft. Like a second career choice.”

“Very funny,” Ronnie said. “I’m gonna get picked, don’t worry. You can count on it.”

“I know. Can I count on you?”

He studied her, his cute little tomboy cousin, always tagging after him like he was her big brother, bugging him to teach her to throw a football. She had even followed him to school. Lounging on his bed, giving him a peek up her skirt, asking him to help her get gang-banged.

“I’m worried about you, little Cuz. You weren’t sex crazy growing up.”

“We messed around a little, didn’t we? Remember? I gave you a hand job that night at my birthday party?”

“I remember,” Ronnie said, smiling as he recalled it. “All day your father was saying, ‘My baby’s sweet sixteen, I can’t believe it, sixteen’, and that night we were out in your backyard and you were jerking me off. That was pretty sweet.”

“You got cum on me,” Jackie said. “I was in the kitchen after and my mom saw it. She said, ‘You’ve got something on your blouse’, and she got a paper towel and wiped it off.”

“Ha! You never told me that. Good old Aunt Martha. Did she know what it was?”

“No! She would have killed me!” Jackie sat up. “Okay, let’s forget the walk down memory lane,” she said. “You’re going to do this, aren’t you? Can I count on you?”

“Gee, Jackie, I don’t know. It’s risky. We get caught, we could get thrown out of school and I’d lose my free ride.”

“How are we going to get caught? We won’t get caught. No way,” Jackie said, not really sure herself, but trying to convince him.

“Let me think about it, okay?” Ronnie said, standing. “I’ll let you know.” He picked up a textbook from the desk. “I got a class.”

* * *

Jackie wasn’t beautiful, but most people would find her attractive, and she had a remarkable body. At five-six and 118 pounds she measured 35-22-35. Her bra size was 36B. Ronnie once said she had a world-class ass and he was right. 

She knew when she started school she would face stiff competition for dates among the thousand or so women on campus, not a happy thought for an oversexed co-ed who was always horny. She was a good student, but college boys don’t check the dean’s list to get dates. Jackie was bitchy when she had to go without sex, and lately she was thinking about it constantly. It got more and more difficult to concentrate on the books.

During spring break, knowing plenty of other co-eds were off somewhere going wild, getting drunk, showing their tits, and getting laid, Jackie spent vacation at home in her room without any action. Even her old reliable Hitachi let her down when it overheated and quit as she was edging toward a third orgasm. She was so dejected she couldn’t even finish with her fingers.

Lying in bed, wondering if she could get a new Magic Wand shipped overnight if she got up and ordered it right away, she asked herself, “Do I really want to be known as a slut? Yeah, if it gets me laid on a regular basis.”

She got out of bed and fired up her laptop. She ordered a Magic Wand and, thinking about the future, added three ten-packs of condoms to the shopping cart. I can always get more, she thought, before hitting “Place Order.”

* * *

Back at school after spring break, Jackie spotted Ronnie in the dining hall eating lunch with some teammates. He went to Florida on break and she thought how sexy he looked, the way the tan set off his blond curls.

After lunch they walked across campus together.

“Did you think about it? Are you going to be my pimp?” she said, needling him and reminding him of the conversation in his dorm room.

“I was going to ask if you thought any more about it. You still want to do it?

“Actually, I thought about it quite a bit, and I do.”

“Where? You gonna bring guys up to your dorm room?”

“I thought we could use your room,” she said.

“Oh, no.” He shook his head. “Your not gonna get me busted.”

“Come on Ronnie. My roommate never leaves the room. Besides, I bet it won’t be the first time a girl takes on a bunch of guys in the dorm,” Jackie said.

“Maybe. I need to think about it.”

Jackie stroked his bicep, big and firm as a football. She batted her eyes and said sweetly, “Ron, if you let my use your room, you can put yourself in the lineup.”

“Really? You serious?”

“Of course. Then I can add incest to my curriculum vitae. It’ll look good on my law school application. Besides, I’ve been thinking we should do it anyway. Okay?” She didn't tell him that she'd been thinking about for a long time.

“Well, in that case, why don’t we go up to the room and do it right now?”

Jackie bit her lip, thinking about it. She was very horny, it was tempting, but she had two classes and couldn’t afford to take another cut. “No. I’m saving myself for the gangbang,” she said solemnly, trying to get a rise out of him. She did.

“Shit! I knew you weren’t serious.” He turned to walk away and she grabbed his arm.

“Wait,” She said. “I’m teasing you. I’ll come to your room after dinner, okay?”

Ronnie grinned, showing his perfect white teeth. “You’re a little bitch, Cuz, you know that? I’ll be waiting. You better show up.”

Sitting in her last class of the day, English Composition 101, listening to the prof lecturing from the textbook he wrote, that cost her $45, Jackie wondered what he would be like in bed. He probably liked to eat pussy, like the gas company engineer she had a brief affair with last summer after graduation. He was from Texas, on temporary assignment in the area where they were drilling for gas.

It was called fracking. Fracking and fucking.

She had met him at the fitness center where she worked part-time, checking patrons in and handing out towels. The job didn’t pay much, but she managed to save enough to pay for her books, and she was allowed to use the facilities. She had just finished swimming laps one day and was climbing out of the water in her red string bikini when he approached. He was pretty average, tall and slender, with salt and pepper hair, and not bad looking except for the bandit mustache that always made her think of that cartoon character, Yosemite Sam. After about ten minutes of conversation she agreed to let him buy her dinner. Ten minutes after they arrived at his hotel room he was down there gobbling her pussy for dessert.

Jackie believed some men liked to go down on her only so they could feel good about themselves because they were able to make her come. The engineer was persistent, so she often faked orgasm, just to make him happy and get on to fucking. She would moan, arch her back, flutter her asshole a bit, and do her open-mouthed-eyes-closed cum face and howl like her tits were on fire. The Texan never caught on. He’d climb up and grin at her, proud and happy as a pig in shit with his moustache dripping with her juice. “That was damn fine, wasn’t it, honey-pie?” he’d say, so close to her face she’d smell his pussy breath.

And she would say, “Oh, it was wonderful! Are you going to fuck me now?” He liked dirty talk. He showed her how to do it cowgirl and it became her favorite. She had almost perfected it by the time his assignment ended and he went home to Texas and his wife.

Jackie looked at the clock on the wall above the blackboard. She thought it was there so you could see how much more crap you had to listen to before class ended. She thought she probably knew more about the rules of English grammar than the boring professor, and she also knew she probably would never let the pussy-eating geek go down on her.

Well, maybe if she was really, really horny—and he asked me nice.

* * *

Jackie showered before dinner and put on cutoff jeans and a geometric print backless halter top with a drawstring closure. The soft cotton spandex was clingy and showed off her breasts. Sandals. No panties, no bra. She got some admiring looks in the dining hall, but not from any guy she’d do. After eating she hurried to Ronnie’s dorm, dying to get laid.

She was disappointed because Ronnie seemed more interested in telling her about all the fun stuff he did in Florida. He didn’t tell her that he was having serious second thoughts. He knew that having sex with his cousin would be crossing a line. There would be no turning back.

When he said, still talking about spring break, “I didn’t hear about any gang-bangs, I guess they’re pretty rare,” she interrupted because she didn’t like the tone of his voice.

It sounded to her like he was backing out. She was annoyed. “Well, they don’t put it in the newspapers,” she said sarcastically.

“Or on TV,” he said, ignoring her pissy tone. “But wait ‘til I tell you about—”

She rolled her eyes when she saw he was getting wrapped up in another story and said, “Ron, I’m nodding off listening to you. Are we going to do it?”

He looked hurt. “Why are you so goddamn bitchy tonight?”

“’Cause I get grouchy when I’m horny. I thought you wanted to fuck and you’ve been talking for like, twenty minutes. If this is your idea of foreplay, I don’t need it. I’m ready.”

“How ‘bout I fuck your ass? How would you like that?” he snapped, giving it back to her.

“You really know how to sweet talk a girl, don’t you? I ever decide to try anal, I promise you’ll be first to know.” She went to him, put her head on his chest and cooed sweetly, “I’m sorry. Let’s not argue, Cuz. Let’s just get naked and hold me.”

She walked to the bed and looked over her shoulder at him. He didn’t move. Still peeved. She stepped out of her sandals and took off her clothes. She lay on the bed and waited.

He couldn’t stay angry. The sight of her body had him erect before he got his clothes off. He went to her, fondled her nipples, circled the hard little nubs with his fingers, and kissed them tenderly. He touched her pubic area, stroked the smooth skin surrounding her vagina.

She opened her thighs to his touch. The pulse in her throat throbbed and her mouth felt dry as he examined her body with his eyes and hands. She felt the pressure of the blood that engorged her pubes, felt a warm flow over her taint— was it fluid or a light touch of a finger? She couldn’t be sure; she was too aroused to care, it felt so nice.

In the soft glow of the lamp she admired his hairless chest, the shadow in the cleft of his pecs, the bands of muscle rippling his shoulder. He was speaking softly, and she had to concentrate, tune him in, to separate the words from the sizzling static in her head.

He was staring at her vagina, his face close to it. “You’re beautiful. I could just look at you for hours. When did you start shaving?”

Jackie raised her head off the pillow and looked down at him. Is he talking to my cunt? She closed her thighs on his head. “Ronnie, forget the vagina monologue, I’m waiting.”

He pulled her thighs apart roughly and glared at her. He speared fingers into her pussy.

“Oooohhh!” She knew immediately she had provoked him. She watched lust replace the calm in his eyes, flaring up quick as a gas flame. He speared her again, deeper. She felt like his whole hand was in her, ripping her apart. “Aahh!” she gasped. Despite some pain it thrilled her with sensations. It was a relief to finally get what she longed for.

Ronnie fingered her a little longer. He stopped, stood up, and she got the first good look at his cock. It was much bigger than she remembered, causing her second thoughts about taking a cock that size. But watching him tear the wrapper with his teeth, and remove the condom with trembling fingers, they disappeared and she wanted it, wanted it in her, filling her up. He had difficulty stretching the latex over the head of his cock. He finally got it started and unrolled it along the shaft. The condom ended an inch from has balls.

“Roll over,” he said. She did. He slapped her ass and she cried out as she felt the stinging heat spread and sink into her flesh. He touched the dimples on her lower back. He lifted her by the hips, tugged her off the bed, and stood her on the floor facing the bed.

“You remember how I showed you how to get down in a three-point stance?”

“Uh-huh,” she said. She felt small, like a child wanting to please him.

“I’m gonna do you doggie.” It was a flat statement of fact, not a request, and frightened her.

“Please don’t . . . Oh, please, not in my ass,” she said, weakly, remembering what he had said before. But she bent over, left hand extended in front, fingers planted in the carpet, other hand on the bed. When she spread her feet far apart she felt pussy drool run down her thighs.

“You ready, little Cuz?”

“Uh-huh,” she said. It came out like a whimper.

He pressed his cock into her, firmly, as she attempted to open herself to it, anxious to envelope it, aching for it. Two firm pokes and it was in, feeling like it would split her in two.

“Oh, fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she cried, immersed in sensations, a current of exquisite pleasure with an undertow of pain. The feelings washed over her, from the top of her head to the soles of her feet. Wave following wave, rippling through her. She moaned in euphoric pleasure. It was her biggest cock ever, and as she got over the shock of penetration she discovered with every blissful...