Gateway Ch. 04

CHAPTER 4: SAVED

I had fallen into the mindset of wondering how idyllic my situation had become. The house and property are a dream come true. This is comfortably isolated, private, beautiful, and peaceful. For once in my life since ... a very long time, I am content and satisfied physically and emotionally. Professionally, my writing flows with detailed eroticism; I am nervously excited to see what my agent thinks. And, personally, I have a group of middle-aged women in town I enjoy from time to time (almost like groupies) and Marge has become someone I enjoy being with. And also, personally, I have these seven young man-boy-ghosts.

I have ordered online a wardrobe of clothes suited to the sense of arousal I constantly feel. Underwear is seldom worn anymore except when I venture into town or if I know someone is expected to visit. I have a lot of full, short skirts that I pair with t-shirts or button blouses that I seldom fully button. The shorts I wear at home, if I wear them, are short, loose, runner-type with tank tops or sports bras.

The guys accept my conditions for privacy and time for concentrated work. That still doesn't stop the feeling of being watched, though. I gave up on panties because they just became soaking wet early in the day. I can't see the guys unless they let me. Although I trust they are honoring my writing time and my places of privacy, I still have the sense of being watched. It can be like stepping into your backyard naked. You don't see anyone; you don't think anyone is watching; but you aren't sure and stepping outside naked drives the exhibitionistic arousal, excitement, and thrill. That's me all the time and it has driven my selection of clothes to those that tease. The short, full skirts move in the wind. They ride up my thighs and ass when I bend over and I do a lot of that. Both the t-shirts and blouses are selected to display my nipples without the bras and to allow my breasts unrestricted movement.

It is idyllic. I couldn't imagine anything that could ruin it. That was my mistake. Superstitiously.

It happened on an otherwise perfect day. One of those days you think is impossible not to be outside in it. Not too hot but hot enough. A slight breeze to be refreshing. Clear, sunny sky and clean, fresh air. It wasn't enough to have the windows open in my writing room. I had to be outside. I told myself, screw it. I'm my own boss for a reason and deciding to skip some hours of work should be one of the perks on a day like this.

Maybe nothing would have been different if I hadn't. But maybe I would have reacted quicker if I had been in my second-floor office space that overlooks the narrow driveway approaching the house through the trees.

I was outside on the far side of the house digging in a new bed of flowers. I had changed into a pair of skimpy, loose running shorts and a bikini top. The bikini top wasn't a full support cup type but a simple layer of material providing no support and designed to form to the breast when wet. Not that I was intending to get wet, but ....

I had earbuds inserted, humming to U2, an old favorite, and kneeling on a foam pad while bent over the freshly turned ground as I placed the plants and seeds. My hair was up in a ponytail and the sun was beating down on my essentially bare back. I had pulled my feet from the cheap, foam sandals. I was oblivious to everything but the beats, the feel of the sun, and the image of this new bed in full bloom.

I noticed a shadow fall over me but I didn't react. Although I was alone here, I wasn't really alone. It was one of the boys who formed and was deciding how to get my attention without scaring me. I was sure of it. I was about to pull one of the earbuds when two rough hands grasped me, one arm around my waist and the other tightly over my mouth. I couldn't image Jacob or Samuel treating me this way even in play and it took some moments for my mind to catch up that it couldn't be them and I was in trouble.

I was half dragged and half carried around the corner of the house. "Found her", the man holding me yelled. Another man was standing beside a car as another came around the other side of the house.

The man next to the car seems to be in charge. I was brought before him. "Are you going to behave if he lets you go?" I nod and the hand slowly is removed from my mouth, then my waist when I don't yell.

"What do you want? I've got a little cash inside. Take it and leave."

He chuckles. "We'll take what we can find, lady. What we really want is to hide out for a few days and your place is perfect. We just robbed an armored car and we need to wait out the roadblocks. Just cooperate and we'll be out of here in a couple days."

A hand snakes around me and grabs my breast. The hand rips the thin bikini top apart with one strong pull. He smiles evilly. "Oh yeah, I promised them they could enjoy you, too."

I scream, "Get out of here. What makes you think you won't be found here?"

They all laugh. "We cased this all out. This was part of our plan ... not a desperate thought. We know you live alone. We know you are new here and don't get visitors and you're a long way from the nearest town or traveled road. You're yelling isn't going to help."

I was breathing hard. That I was naked on top hardly mattered at the moment. I was scared but I was angry, too. I stepped to the man, "You want my cooperation? You're going to use my house, rob me, and abuse me ... and you want me to cooperate?"

He nods with a look that said he was in complete control. I swing my right hand so fast he doesn't have time to react. My initial intention was to slap him but I curl my fingertips at the last moment and rake the nails across his face leaving three ragged gouges across his left cheek and lips that quickly turn red. He screams and his own right hand reacts but his hand is clenched in a fist. He makes contact high on my left cheek and eye socket. He follows with his left hand which lands a glancing blow across my mouth. Almost immediately, I feel a blow into my kidney that sends more sparks in front of my eyes. Darkness comes at the edges of my vision and I think I am going to pass out and fall to the gravel.

Everything seems hazy and I feel a hand grab me. I flail wildly with my fists, miss everything, and only hit the gravel in my effort. But it's not a hand but several hands and they are not roughly taking hold of me but carefully and protectively. I am in somebody's arms and as my vision begins to clear and focus, I can see it is the boys. I am held by one with two others forming a shield in front of me. Between their formed bodies I can see what's happening. Jacob and Samuel each are pounding one of the men each, while two others are beating the third.

I wiggle free and push through the protection of the boys. I charge across the rough gravel with bare feet but hardly notice. "STOP!" I scream it. "You'll kill them! STOP!"

Samuel turns in a rage, Jacob's arm was raised to strike but stopped. Samuel hisses out, "That was the idea! They touched you."

Jacob added, "They HIT you! We were supposed to protect you. I said we would protect you ..."

I put my arms out and they came to me. I hug each of them. "You did protect me. You saved me from them." I pull my phone from my waistband. "I have to think." I step hard on my own foot which brings tears to my eyes and raises my heartbeat. I punch in three numbers.

"9-1-1, what is your emergency?"

"Gateway House ... Gateway House ... three men ... HURRY!"

I can hear the operator still talking calmly as I drop the smartphone and crush it under my foot. The pain of stomping on the gravel shoots up my leg. They all look at me without understanding. "The Sheriff. Now, how do I explain this?"

"They attacked you."

I smile. That's not what I have to explain. Almost immediately we can hear sirens. The Sheriff must have had a car nearby that is already responding. The other men are moving. I look at them, "Hold them where they are until the Sheriff is coming up the drive. Then ... disappear but stay close. Just in case." They are still confused but Jacob nods.

My mind is racing for a likely story but despite my imagination, nothing sounds plausible to me. I am distracted from my thinking when I hear a new car crunching gravel. The boys have disappeared and the other men are scrambling to their feet with wild looks on their faces as they consider me before running. I trip one of them and the other two suddenly fall, too. I chuckle knowing why. They are scrambling up, again, but two Sheriff's Deputies are screaming for them to stop. They have their guns drawn.

Soon, two more Sheriff's cars and an EMT unit arrive. A blanket is draped over me and the techs begin examining me and cleaning me up. The Sheriff patiently waits. I have bandages on my cheek, and lip, and my knuckles are wrapped. I won't explain that my knuckles are the result of punching the gravel by mistake. My damaged knuckles are my story.

In a patient, calm, and reassuring voice, the Sheriff questions me about what happened. I give him a mostly true accounting of the events but suggest the events were very surprising and confusing and scary. He offers sympathy and prods me to relate what I can. He really wants to know about the fight.

"The fight?" The best lie is one very close to the truth.

"Yes ... once they assaulted you. How did you fight them off?"

He's watching me, my reaction. He's trained to see tells, clues of lies. I know that. I chuckle, which I see he finds curious. "Sorry. It isn't funny. But ... I know I am small and not a young woman. It is probably the only reason I could surprise them. They weren't ready for it. I came from Chicago, Sheriff. After my divorce, I took years of martial arts. I only took it for the exercise and confidence but I guess I learned something along the way." I looked up at him with eyes I tried to make look tired and vulnerable. "I surprised them long enough to punch in 9-1-1 and get some punches and kicks in."

The medical tech volunteered, "Her knuckles and foot are a mess, Sheriff." Amazing what a scared, vulnerable look and bare breasts flashing can get you.

The Sheriff thanked me and assured me it would be just a bit longer as a deputy continued taking notes. The medical tech is advising me to go to the hospital. I might need several stitches and a check for concussion from the blows to my head. The Sheriff eventually returns with a bemused, yet puzzled look on his face.

"They say a half dozen young black men fought them, not you."

I looked nervous but before I can speak the crime scene tech offered, "Sheriff, her fingernails contain a lot of skin tissue consistent with the marks on that one guy's face. The contusions on her face are consistent with being punched and her knuckles show cuts and bruising consistent with giving punches."

I manage a confident smile, "I got lucky, Sheriff. I got in some quick licks by surprising them and thankfully your deputies arrived quickly. They're going to admit what a small, mature woman managed to do to them?"

He didn't look like he completely believed my side of the story but one of his deputies had already looked over the house and found no evidence of other men living or being here. My injuries and my ruined phone indicate a major struggle. He was perhaps struggling with his own prejudice about women. They took the three men away and called for a tow truck to come to take the car away. I walked to the house, shrugged off the solar blanket the EMT had draped to cover me and went into the kitchen for a glass of wine. All seven guys followed me. Samuel and Lupe guide me to a chair at the kitchen table, Jacob sat across from me, and another pours me the wine and serves me. They all gather behind Jacob.

He said, "We're sorry, Ma'am. This shouldn't have happened. We all feel awful."

I reach forward and touch his hand. I look into the face of each of the young men. I've made love and fucked each of them. "None of this was your fault. You saved me. If it wasn't for all of you, it would have been much worse." I could see they didn't buy it, though. They felt bad. And, I also knew Jacob was thinking about what they would do about protecting me better. I decided to let him do what he needed to do and we would have to have another talk about privacy. And, to highlight how I have changed with them, I felt a tingle at the fleeting thought. My moments of privacy are going to be very limited. Even if I didn't see one of them, they were going to be nearby. The tingle made me look down at myself and I found my bare breasts with erect nipples. I shyly fold an arm over them and glance up. They all saw the move. They all smile.

I change ... or I should say, I dress ... and Jacob insists on accompanying me to be checked over at the hospital. It is different to have him with me away from home. He has so many questions about everything. They have restricted themselves to the property while the world has evolved over the past 170 years. The car, the traffic, the phone, the lights, the people, the stores ... everything. He's a constant flow of questions and it helps to divert me from the pain and discomfort but I am constantly scolding him to not form as he talks. It's a change. Always, I have insisted that they form if they communicate with me. Now, away from the house, I have to amend that. And, it's a complication emotionally for me. At the same time, he is a lover who deliciously arouses me and satisfies me, he now is causing a feeling that I am a mother trying to calm an overly excited youngster at Christmas. The wonders of this world must be overwhelming and I know I will be making numerous similar trips with each of the others soon to quell their curiosity.

In the examining room, the nurse hands me a gown and instructs me to change into it. She leaves to give me privacy but Jacob is still there. He forms as soon as the door closes and I swat my hand at him not to. He dissolves into a smoky shadow as he moves around the room. After removing my bra and panties, I feel my nipples aroused by a soft touch, my chin raised, and his lips on mine. I put my hands up to push him away with a giggle but my hands push through the smoky shadow and I hear his chuckle. He is helpful, though, by tying the gown in the back.

After receiving stitches in my eyebrow and cheek and heavy bandaging to my foot, I am cleared of concussion. I am surprised as I enter the lobby to find Marge pacing. As she rushes to me, I know the news will be spreading to the other women, too, then to the entire town. This is not the kind of notoriety I wanted to have. After assuring her the security on my property would be increased, I stopped at the lone large store. Prescription pain killers and a new phone.

On the drive back home, "Jacob ... I have much to learn about ... you and the others ... what you are ... how you exist in the physical world. But I am curious about something. You said you have no fluids so you don't sweat or bleed or produce semen, but ... how does your cock swell if not for blood flowing into it?"

A puzzled look covers his face. He shrugs. "Well, Ma'am, I guess it is a mystery we don't understand, either. Would you prefer we didn't?"

I move one hand from the steering wheel to his thigh and stroke up close to his crotch. "Don't be silly, dear boy."

I was pampered for days. I was never alone and generally whoever was attending to me was formed. Once the stitches were removed and the coloring around my eye and other major bruises subsided, they reluctantly conceded that I might be able to do things for myself. In actuality, I was way past that point but I also understood their desire to pamper me.

I pushed back away from the computer. I stood and gazed out the window. My black eye was fading and the sole of my foot was still a bit sore but after less than a week, I felt good. I decided I felt good enough. I have learned to spot them. The lawn mower moving over the lawn is obvious but there are large and small tools being used all over the property. I have my own yard and property crew. The house and property never looked so good from the attention.

I still had a slight limp as I made my way to the kitchen for a lunch of salad. As I clean my plate at the sink, I feel an intimate touch on my butt over my shorts. I rinse the plate and silverware, place them in the rack to dry, and turn. Jacob is standing close. I put my arms up and he steps into me. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him in for a hungry kiss. He is very gentle.

I pull back and show him a playful scowl. He tilts his head and asks, "What?"

"I'm okay, Jacob. Despite the slight limp and the bruises, I am okay." We look at each other. I take a breath and continue, "I need you guys ... and not to pamper me. I NEED you. You guys have turned me into a ..." I don't finish. He smiles, though. I search his face. "Okay?" He nods.

I grab the bottom of my t-shirt and pull it over my head. I shake my hair and my now bare breasts shake, too. I unfasten my shorts and push them down over my hips. They fall to the floor and I kick them to the side. I am naked. His hand fondles my breast. I sigh as I kiss him.

"I have a week's worth of need built up. Tell the guys to meet me at the little beach." Even as he dissolves into smoke, I can feel his hand on my breast. Everything about being with these guys is erotic.

There is a small beach below the bluff. It is protected from access as a little cove. The only access is a narrow, steep trail off the bluff near the house. I see all seven of them on the beach as I start my way down the trail. I am only wearing cushioned sandals to protect my feet on the hard-packed trail. I am carrying a large blanket and a liter of water. As one sees me, the rest look up and see me nakedly descending to them. They look at each other instantly, and in the way only they can do it, they are naked. Lupe and another float up to take the blanket and other items. Samuel lifts me in his arms and floats me off the trail, over the edge, and down to the beach where he puts me down.

I say, "I said, I don't need pampering."

Samuel laughs, "That wasn't pampering, Ma'am. You were taking too long." They all laugh and I join in.

I blush. I am standing in the middle of seven naked young male bodies on a small sand and rock beach with full exposure to the open ocean. My feeling of need is off the charts. I have not felt such arousal and desperate need for satisfaction and relief. It is a combination of built-up lust but is also driven by a desire to thank them, as a group, for the way they saved me from those men and the caring gentleness they showed me as I recovered. Yes. A gangbang.

The setting is perfect. The sun beating down warm on my body, and the breeze coming in on the waves is like a soft caress on my skin. The excitement displayed by my body, though, is a reaction to the seven young naked men around me. Seven men I have enjoyed individually. Seven men who have each provided me with exciting sexual delights, each in their own way. I look from each of the faces to each of the cocks. I am not about to be ashamed or embarrassed by my desires. They know my desire and lust. They have brought out of me what I had only guessed might be inside. I am their eager lover, wench, slut.

I know there is a lusty smile displayed on my face. Their cocks displayed, aroused. Seven black and brown cocks. All of them show arousal as they firm up. All their cocks from seven to ten inches and varying thicknesses. All their cocks bring me delights. And, I delight in pleasuring all of them, too.

I have no thought as to order or plan or expectation. I merely step to the one directly in front of me with one hand on the side of his face to kiss him as the other hand grasps his hardening cock for slow stroking. I move from one to the other around the tight circle of young bodies. They are patient. I like that about them, too. Despite my slutty behavior and my openness to being used, they are respectful in the way they do it. Halfway around the group, I feel other hands on my back, arms, and butt. After once around, I smile at them as I drop to my knees in the sand. I take the cock in front of me in my hand and open my mouth. I suck the cock, lick it, and take as much into my mouth as I can depending on its size. I massage the balls and openly moan the pleasure I feel by doing it. The hands of others are more active now. Not only hands on my back and butt but also on my breasts and venturing between my legs. I keep my knees spread and my ass up and out to accommodate the touch and exploration.