Ellen’s Outer Banks Gangbang

One early summer morning I was working on a freight-forwarding issue where the firm we’d hired to arrange for a cargo movement had screwed up royally. I was so thoroughly concentrating on the matter that I was startled when the phone on my desk rang. It was Bobby and I could almost anticipate what was coming next. Bobby never called me at the office unless he wanted to meet and discuss something about our sexual activities with the girls. “Hank,” he began, do you have time for a quick drink after work?”

“Well, I’m pretty busy,” I responded, “but, yeah, I guess I could.” Agreeing on a time and place, I hung up and returned to resolving my shipping problem.

About five fifteen I walked into the bar and saw Bobby nursing a bourbon and water. Sitting down, I ordered a drink and asked him, “Okay, what’s so Important?”

Bobby didn’t immediately respond, just continuing to revolve the glass on the table. After a few moments he began, “Well, I don’t know how to bring this up.” He paused for a few more moments and then continued. “I guess I better just go straight to the point. Ellen wants a gangbang.”

Stunned, I responded, “Aw come on I don’t need any of your sick jokes!”

“No,” he said, “I wish I was joking.” Again he paused for an extended period and then continued. “No, she told me the first time just the other night. She wondered what it would be like to be gangbanged by a group of men.”

I was shocked and said, “Bobby, fooling around with you and me was one thing, but I could never imagine that Ellen could ever do such a thing with a group of men.”

“Well,” he continued, “she’s touched on the topic several times since then.” Bobby paused briefly and then resumed. “I do get turned on by watching you fuck her; but I don’t know what to think about seeing her fucking and sucking a whole group of guys.” He paused again and then continued, “Hank, I think she really wants it.”

I thought it over a few moments and then asked, “Bobby are you sure you want Ellen to do this?” There was a long pause as he stared at his glass.

“No, I don’t guess I do,” he responded. After a few moments he said, “But, Ellen does and I want to make her happy.” We talked about it over a few more drinks but came to no conclusions. I brought the discussion to a close with an opinion that perhaps it really was only a topic for discussion that Ellen had raised with Bobby and nothing more. Leaving the subject at that, we finished our drinks and left.

Several weekends later my wife, Cindy, was attending a nursing conference in Charlotte for a few days and I was just hanging around town. I stopped by the Thompson’s house and had a few drinks with them. It wasn’t long before we were all in a mellow state of mind. As we chatted, Ellen sat next to me on the couch and began casually stroking my dick through my pants. After she had done this for some time and been rewarded with a nice bulge in my khakis, she slid to her knees and knelt in front of me. She purposefully unbuckled my belt and with my help slid my khakis and boxer shorts down to my ankles. She was teasingly pumping my rapidly hardening dick when she looked over at Bobby, smiled, and said in a little girl voice, “I think I’ll just give Hank a real nice blow job. What do you think? Do you think that he might enjoy it?”

Smiling, Bobby answered in a mock serious tone of voice, “Why, gee, I just don’t know, Ellen. Why don’t you simply go for it and we’ll just see what happens.” As he watched from his easy chair, she lowered her head and took my now fully erect shaft into her mouth. After she had sucked my cock for several moments as I watched, I momentarily interrupted the pleasurable experience and asked her, “Bobby said that you told him that you would like to have several men take their turns fucking you. Is that right?”

Obviously surprised, Ellen pulled her mouth from my cock and briefly sat back on her haunches. She paused, looking directly into my eyes before she responded. “I think I do, but I really don’t know for sure,” she said. “But, I especially do like fucking and sucking you and Bobby at the same time. She paused a few moments and then continued. “I told him that it might be even more fun to do it with a group of guys; but, only if they all were good looking and had big dicks!” That brought a giggle from her as she resumed stroking my shaft. Satisfied that she had answered my question, she leaned forward and took my cock back into her mouth.

Bobby sat back seemingly fascinated by the sight of his wife kneeling down in front of his best friend and giving him an enthusiastic blow job. Excited by watching Ellen’s cocksucking perfection, he pulled out his own dick and began to slowly masturbate. After only a few more moments of her eager sucking, I knew that I was rapidly approaching an orgasm. I slipped my hands behind her head as I felt the sperm boiling up from my nuts and groaned, “Oh fuck, Ellen, I’m going to cum.” Pleased, Ellen let out a moan, delighted in knowing that she had succeeded in bringing me so quickly to a roaring climax. I growled, firmly gripping her head, and thrust my hips forward as I began squirting my hot sperm, flooding her mouth. She hungrily gulped down every drop as she continued to determinedly pump my shaft.

Obviously, watching me inundate her mouth with my cum was all Bobby needed to approach his own release. He jumped to his feet and quickly moved to the couch. Grabbing Ellen by her thick hair he roughly pulled her around on her knees and forcefully rammed his own dick between her lips. “Suck it, bitch,” he snarled. She obligingly cooperated as he quickly began to face fuck her. Within a minute he too had reached orgasm and contributed his cum to her gulping mouth. His cocksucking wife had just drained both of us in just a matter of minutes. Sitting on the couch watching him achieve his orgasm I concluded that I had enjoyed watching his show every bit as much as he had obviously enjoyed mine just moments before.

Satisfied, Ellen wiped her mouth, demurely sat back on the couch, and primly crossed her legs, the perfect example of a proper school teacher. After I had recovered somewhat, I asked Ellen again, “Do you seriously want me to set up a gangbang session and get you an opportunity to suck and fuck a whole group of men?”

I could tell that Ellen was really turned on by the excitement of sucking off the two of us and she enthusiastically replied, “Sure. I think it would be exciting to find out what it’s really like to be taken the same time by a lot of men.”

“Okay,” I said, “but I just want you to make sure you understand what you are asking me to do.”

She paused and then added, “Well, there are some important things that must be done. It would have to be absolutely anonymous on our part. No one can know who Bobby and I are. It would also have to take place away from Chapel Hill. We are too well known around town and we couldn’t take any chances that anyone in the school division would find out.”

“I think that all can be arranged,” I said.

“What do you have in mind?” Bobby asked.

“Well,” I began, “I would certainly like to be one of the gang and I think I’ve got some good prospects for the other men. There are two guys that were in my fraternity at UNC who might be just perfect. These guys are professional people … one is a lawyer and the other is a bank executive … and more importantly they are safe and discrete.”

“What about a location?” Ellen asked.

“I think I may have a possibility for that, too. I have an uncle in Norfolk who owns a large beach cottage in Corolla, on the outer banks. It’s very isolated and perfect for what you want to do.”

“Okay,” Bobby summarized, “I think were ready to go with the plan.” Turning to Ellen, he added, “Well, honey, it looks like you’ll be able to find out what a real gangbang feels like!”

In the days that followed I started the process by phoning my fraternity brothers and seeing if they would enjoy participating in a gangbang. Not surprisingly, they agreed, suggesting they also had a close friend who would certainly like to join in, as well. I thought about it and decided four men would be an ideal number. I was sure that both Bobby and Ellen had confidence in me to select just the right group of men for this unique activity. When I contacted him, my uncle said that he and his family would not be using the cottage that weekend and I was certainly more than welcome to use it.

I called Bobby and Ellen back several days later and informed them that it was all arranged. I explained that I had set up a session for the following weekend and had carefully lined up the men who would join me in the gangbang. I told them that all the men were conveniently bachelors and lived in Elizabeth City, not all that distant from the OBX. Actually, Mike Ward was divorsed while the other two had never been married. I explained that fact that the three participants were bachelors certainly made things all the easier to arrange for the event.

I also told them that I had made it clear to the men that Ellen was a married woman who had wanted to experience a gangbang and that her husband would watch and would probably participate in the event at some point. I said that I had told the men that Bobby and Ellen were from Charlotte and that I was acquainted with them through a business endeavor.

“Well that should provide pretty good cover,” Bobby said, nodding in agreement. I also said that they knew that we would not use Bobby and Ellen’s last name. “Good,” confirmed Bobby. “When and where do we hook up with these men?”

“Well,” I answered, “Bobby, you can drop off Ellen at the cottage ahead of time on Saturday and I’ll pick the men up in Elizabeth City. We can then rendezvous with you in Nags Head. It’s not that far to drive to Corolla from there. They agreed with the planning and we left it at that.

I called my Uncle George and confirmed the use of the cottage. He said that he’d call the real estate firm that managed the house for him to have the keys available for me. That Saturday afternoon I sat in my car with the group of men as we waited on Bobby. Shortly before six I watched as a Chevy pulled into the parking lot. I noticed that Bobby had rented the car, obviously preferring not to have anything that might identify either him or Ellen.

I introduced each of the men and Bobby gave them the final instructions about what was to happen at the cottage.