Sally was really happy when five naked guys showed up at her front door.
"Hi, five guys," she said brightly.
"Hi, Sally," they said together.
They were ready to show her a good time. She was ready to have one.
The five were an anonymous bunch. The only man whose name she got to know was Fred. "The Fred" was more of a job title than a name. The Fred was the guy who was the master of ceremonies for the afternoon, and the job transferred from man to man with each woman. The Fred had arrived a bit early to prepare the scene.
The Fred and Sally went to Sally’s bedroom and he set up the massage table. He laid out the blindfold, set up the oil warmer, and added the oils. He laid a palo santo stick in a blue bowl and lit one end of the stick. Finally, the Fred started the music; in this case, the strings of a Japanese koto.
"Anything else?" the Fred asked.
"No, thank you," Sally said. "I just want to say that I am looking forward to this."
The Fred left and returned again later with the other four.
After some pleasantries, the five sat in a semicircle in the living room. Sally was at the center.
The presentation began. "Sally, the five are a safe place. We want you to relax and to enjoy. We are going to do our very best to make you a happy woman. To get clinical for a moment, we are all clean.
"And the safety word is simply, ‘stop’. We will never hurt you. But if something happens, there’s the word.
"Finally, is there anything that you especially like that you want from us today?"
Just fuck me six ways from Sunday, guys, she thought. "No, just your usual," she said quietly.
"We begin. Sally, you can see all of us. Show us all of you."
Sally, whose unwanted nickname in middle school had been "Chubby," was not happy. She thought seriously about screaming stop. Still, horny is horny. She removed her shoes and socks, her blouse and skirt, and finally her bra. She stood in her panties.
"All of me, guys?"
"All of wonderful you."
She removed her very sensible panties and revealed a generous bush of red hair.
"Whoa! We see redheads every day, but nothing like this! That’s gorgeous. Glad you didn’t shave."
"When I answered your ad, I wasn’t sure if you would take a woman who was a bit overweight," Sally said.
"Sally, you are the most beautiful woman in the world."
Sally blushed to her nipples. From that moment onward, she was indeed the most beautiful woman in the world. "Gentlemen, come to my bed," she said. Sally laid down on her stomach on the massage table. The Fred slipped on her blindfold. The aroma of the palo santo, usually used for enhancing and deepening meditation, filled the room. Sally breathed deeply.
The Fred signaled with two fingers and pointed toward Sally’s ear and neck, meaning that Man #2 was to whisper in her ear and kiss her neck. Similar signals guided the rest of the session.
He moved close to her ear and whispered. "Feel your music. We are about to play your body and your mind. Your body and your mind are the most exciting instruments in the universe. Relax and relax beneath our touch."
They began at her feet and hands. Two men began massaging the bottom of her feet and two massaged her fingers and palms. All fingers were soft from the oils. They soon began to stroke her legs and arms.
One kissed the back of her neck. The back massage began at her shoulders and worked down to her waist. She felt the warmth of well-oiled fingers and palms.
They turned her over. She smiled and sighed. A man kissed her.
"Well, you might have a little extra body fat, darling, but it’s well distributed. Those are gorgeous. Hmm…C cups?"
She smiled and nodded her head.
One man began to lick her left nipple, and another licked her right. Her torso arched. She reached around and stroked the hair of each man.
Men began to massage her calves. On her upper legs, the massage slowly and deliberately moved upward. Then abruptly the hand massage stopped.
A tongue caressed her vagina. Her torso arched again and her hands gripped the bedsheets. He gave his tongue a steady rhythm. She reached down and grabbed his hair.