Back when I was younger, I had a fantasy about how it would feel to be taken forcibly by a group of men. I'm a petite blonde, 5'2" and 110 pounds. At the time of this story, I was 20 years old, and had experienced some good sex and a little great sex. I had a submissive streak in me, though, and my rape fantasy bubbled to the surface every once in a while. The story I'm about to tell is about how I came to be rid of that fantasy forever, and I'll tell it from my point of view, twenty years ago.

I was visiting my sister out in California, taking a break from both Junior College and work to come out and see the sights, and to get a first-hand look at the lifestyles in L.A.

I had been with a few men before, and was always eager for sex, even so much so that frequently I would test my partner's stamina and re-cycle time. This perceived need for more continuous stimulation was what drove me to think about getting gang-banged from time to time. What I didn't realize is how degrading and mechanical such an experience could be.

One night, I went out to a club not far from my sister's place. She had begged off coming with me, with an excuse about it being a weekday night, too tired from work, and the need to be in to work early tomorrow. I called her a party pooper, but she said "You're on vacation, so you can sleep in, while I can't. Why not just run out by yourself?" It sounded like a practical idea at the time. But it was a Big Mistake.

I put on a bright red crepe dress, cut short above the knee with a pretty pleated skirt. It was nice and soft and fluid, and draped beautifully over my breasts and hips. I wore just pantyhose and a smooth bra underneath, since the material clung a bit and would show a panty line for sure. Even my sister said I was looking good.

Anyway, at the club, the action was great. Lots of guys looking over a lot fewer girls, good music, cheap drinks and a big dance floor. My kind of place. I had hardly sat down when I was approached for a dance, and when I returned I found that three different drinks were delivered to my spot by wanna-be admirers. This was looking like a fun night.

A group of three handsome, obviously well-to-do guys took a big interest in me, and spent their time paying close attention, switching off dancing with me until I begged to sit and rest, and buying me more drinks than I could possibly consume. I kinda liked being the center of attention for three cute guys, and I teased them all a little with my talk and my hot dancing.

As the night wore on, it was obvious that these three guys were a team, and were not going draw straws or something to see who had to leave and who got to stay with me. That was OK by me, since they were all fun to talk to and dance with, and they kept me busy with all of their attention. Finally, it was last call and we were about to part and head our own ways, when Brad asked if I needed a ride or something. The club was only about six blocks from my sister's apartment, but I had walked over (no car) when it was still light out, and would now have to walk back in the dark, slightly tipsy. Getting a ride with them sounded safer than the alternative of walking back alone, so I said yes. Another Big Mistake......(cont)