Forbidden Memory

I took a deep, calming breath.

"It's okay," Wilson assured me. "Your prep is all good. The guys are all out there getting hard-ons watching Tatum strip. Your make-up is perfect. Everything's going to be just fine."

"Other than I'm scared as hell."

"What scares you?"

Wilson, I could tell, was about to mansplain it to me.

"You'll think I'm a slut. Everyone will think I'm a slut."

Wilson bit his tongue, trying not to say what I knew he was thinking, "But you ARE a slut."

"You won't be mad at me?" I asked. In the last few months, I seemed to have fallen in love with him. Maybe that's what really bothered me.

"I don't own you, Cee. And everyone agrees, this is a good step for you. A healthy one."

"Why?"

He choked on an answer. "Do this, then... I dunno, Cee."

"What if I want an exclusive?"

"With me?" He choked again. "Now I know you're just making fun of me. No woman has ever wanted me."

"I do."

"Prove it to me."

"How?"

"Go fuck and suck every guy in the other room. Do that, then come back, and if you can still look me in the eye and say you want something exclusive with me, I'll start to believe you."

I looked at him, a twinkle in my eye.

"You'll anchor me on the DPs?"

6.2 - Josh's Ranchette Dressing Room

The gangbang was scripted and choregraphed. Sort of. Blocked out is probably a better way to say it. By Josh, his porno actor brain making him act like a movie director. Whatever. We all knew the steps, what happened next, what was supposed to happen next, and what wasn't supposed to happen next. Josh wanted it on video, but Sully said no. Some of the guys were married, he reminded, or had jobs, or both. And video, once you let it out there, you couldn't bring it back.

So maybe we'll call it a role play. A scripted role play, just the seven of us. Along with my five teammates and best friends, Ren was there to keep an eye on me and make sure I stayed safe.

"This is supposed to be fun," she reminded me. "Relax. Enjoy it. Cee, you're in control. Of everything. And everybody wants you. Enjoy the power that gives you. That's really what this is all about. That's' why we're doing it."

The gangbang started with all of us in our hockey gear, the guys carrying me into the dressing room on their shoulders because I had scored the winning goal. To keep me from falling or bumping my head on the door jam, it was easier to have Josh carry me in piggyback.

Roger shook up one of the champagne bottles and opened it, spraying champagne all over the room and specifically on me, dousing my jersey, making it so I had to take it off. Underneath I wore only a thin, white tee-shirt.

"May as well take your shorts off, too," he said, apologizing for getting champagne on them.

"But I don't have anything on underneath," I said, trying to push Tony's helping hands away.

"All the better for us," leered Sully.

If you've ever tried to stop guys from doing things, you know it's nearly impossible. They're stronger and they're relentless. I could stop Tony's hands, but that just meant Sully's hands took their place. I pretended to fight, twisting my hips away, but that just meant Roger grabbing my ankles. My hockey pants were coming off, and there was nothing I could do about it. Short of using my safe word - Ren insisted I have one - but I had no intentions of stopping the fun at this point.

With me in my underwear, the celebration continued. Roger sprayed us all with champagne, focusing again on dousing me and my plain white tee-shirt. You know what happens to thin white material when it gets wet, and so before long, my nipples were easily visible to all the guys.

From there we decided we all needed a shower. The shower was only big enough for three at a time, so Josh carried me in first, kicking, giggling and squealing, having more fun than I'd ever had in a men's locker room before. Roger was right behind us.

Everyone, all the guys, showered naked. I kept my tee-shirt and panties on; though, by that time, my tee-shirt was nearly transparent.

Roger soaped me up, claiming he was washing my clothes, too, but mostly he was using it as an excuse to put his hands anyplace he felt like, and so he fondled my tits, my ass and my pussy while I did my best to take care of Josh.

At first that meant soap, and I happily lathered up his porn star cock. Eventually, I found myself sandwiched between the two of them, our bodies slippery and wet. Still, my clothes stayed on, and I was free to kiss and make out with both of them.

Josh left and was replaced by Sully, who had the biggest cock of all of them. And already it was between my legs.

"Suck his dick," Sully said, pushing me to a kneeling position in front of Roger.

While I knelt to suck Roger's dick. Sully pulled my panties down and off and started fucking me doggy style.

That was pretty much the end of Josh's script. The plan had been for me to keep my clothes on throughout the shower scene, making out with each of them, one at a time, then sucking each of their dicks.

"I want to fuck her," said Tony, taking Sully's place behind me. Wilson swapped places with Roger and so I sucked him while Tony fucked me.

After a few weeks of sex with Wilson, I found - no surprise - that fucking was something I really enjoyed. I was no longer acting; this was real. I wanted these guys, all five of them, all in different ways, but mostly for the sex. To put it bluntly, I was totally fucking horny.

Tony's cock was maybe the smallest of the five, but it felt damn good. "Get it in there deeper," I begged.

When Roger, with his bigger cock, took Tony's place, I gasped. It wasn't as big as Sully's, but still felt good, and it was still bigger than Tony's, so, yeah, what's a girl gonna do but gasp?

And that's when I kinda realized just how far I'd come on this adventure. I was one of the girls. I mean, I was the only girl, actually, since Ren and Tatum were just there to watch and help, but what I mean is I was thinking like one. I had pretty much stopped thinking like a guy so long ago - a lifetime ago, as I liked saying - that I couldn't remember ever doing so. I was, beyond a doubt now, a girl. When the gangbang was all done, the guys would go one way and be guys; Ren, Tatum and I would go the other way and be girls.

From the shower, we all dried off and the guys carried me to the bedroom. Naked. At that point I could no longer recall where my clothes were, only that they were scattered around the room. Did it matter? I was there for sex, not for fashion. I had no need, just then, for clothing. Or modesty.

In the bedroom, I got on Josh's cock in cowgirl position. We were, sorta, back on script, and Josh was there to be my anchor, the man who kept his dick in my pussy, not moving, while the others all took turns fucking me up the ass.

Tony went first, being the smallest. That's what we agreed on. And it wasn't bad. Not bad at all. Wilson and the butt plug had prepared me for that.

"I'm cumming," he said, and I felt him, my work manager, drive deep and start pumping sperm into me.

That wasn't supposed to happen so soon, but nobody minded. Least of all me. Tony pulled out and went over to Ren to be fluffed while Wilson took his place.

Wilson was acting a little different from normal during the gangbang, taking short turns or passing on his turns all together, letting the other guys fuck me instead. Or, more likely, he was letting me enjoy the other guys, having already enjoyed me thoroughly for the last month.

Wilson didn't fuck me very long before it was Roger's turn. All that prep work went out the window as Roger slid his thick cock up my ass.

"Oh god," I screamed. "It's too big." But "too big" wasn't my safe word, and before I could say anything more, Sully's cock was in my mouth, demanding my attention. All I could do was whimper.

With three big cocks inside me and one more in my hand, I looked at Wilson. He looked back at me as I stroked the cock in my hand. "Having fun?" he asked.

I couldn't answer. He knew I couldn't answer. But something, some silent message passed between us in that moment, and he knew. He knew what I was unable to say.

"Let's turn her over," Sully said, when it was his turn. I love how quickly guys start referring to women in the third person during gangbangs.

That was Wilson's cue to take Josh's place as my anchor. I stood, stark naked, with five horny men watching me, turned around, waited for the guys to change places, then sat back down on Wilson's dick, my favorite of the five.

He slid easily into my pussy for a few strokes that brought me nearly to orgasm, but before I could get there, he pulled out, pushing me forward so he could get his cock up my ass, where it belonged.

Sully was immediately there, between my spread thighs, his big black cock ready, pointed directly at my new vagina. I looked at it and felt a little excited flutter in my tummy knowing it would very soon be all the way inside me. I had my legs spread, as I said, so as soon as he pushed forward, his cock slid right inside, easy as could be. And I was back to being DPed once more.

"Do we get to cum in her pussy?" Sully asked, looking at the other guys then over to Ren.

"No, pull out and cum on her tits or her pussy," Wilson ordered, peeking around me.

"Or on her face," said Josh.

I vaguely wondered again why no one asked me. Was it because I was a woman now? Is that how the world works?

Sully pulled out, groaning and moaning, grabbing his cock and aiming his ejaculation forward, so that his sperm landed in an area from my pussy to my tits.

As soon as he was done, Roger took his place. Josh moved up to put his cock in my mouth, and I sucked him while Roger fucked me.

Roger's aim was a bit better, getting most of his sperm on my breasts.

"Rub it in," he said.

I rubbed his semen across my skin, mixing it with Sully's, making my skin shine.

By then Tony was ready for another round. Dear, sweet Tony, my manager. I thought of all those times in his office, talking with him about work. And now, here we were, both naked and fucking. And yet, somehow, it still didn't seem wrong or weird or even all that different.

"Cum inside me," I coaxed, whispering, grabbing him by the shoulders pulling him closer, instinctively trying to mate with him.

"I can't," he said, apologizing this time for his longevity. Instead, he fucked me for several minutes before finally pulling out and squirting his load onto my pussy, then letting Josh take his place.

Josh fucked me just as long, if not longer, and deeper than any of the others. I could feel his massive balls between my legs, in the approximate place where I could still remember having balls of my own, once upon a time.

"Cum in my cunny, Josh," I begged, doing the same mating behaviors of pulling him close, even managing to kiss him once.

Oh my god, I was kissing Josh Gray the porn star. How many women would love to be in my place?

A moment later, Josh was out of my pussy, jerking himself off into my open mouth, the way we had scripted the whole scene. Josh, though, was the only one who got it right.

I kept my mouth open while Josh jerked his load onto my face, getting some in my mouth and on my tongue, but more of it on my nose.

"Now swallow," he ordered.

I did, and the guys all cheered.

"Welcome to womanhood," said Josh when I showed him my empty mouth.

Yeah, I didn't tell him how many Wilson loads I'd already swallowed.

Speaking of Wilson, he managed during that moment while Josh was cumming on my face, to get his cock out of my ass and into my vagina. I'm not sure if anyone besides the two of us knew as he quietly orgasmed, mating with me, putting his load in the place I most wanted one.

"Thank you," I told him later.