Poly... What? Book 1
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Chapter 29: Attacked
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 29: Attacked - Luke’s marriage and life ignites when wife Ellie proposes open marriage and polyamory. He suspects her interest in coworker Darren, meets his wife Megan, and their adventures in poly soon begin with many surprises as others join in. The growing group likes teasing and making love together in one space. Luke and Ellie navigate awkward situations, emotions, love, and exceptional pleasure. Book 2 already posted at Zbookstore.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Humor Sharing Wife Watching Group Sex Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Voyeurism
Ellie and I held a ‘School Restarts’ party for all the students the last Saturday in August. We created ‘awards’ for everybody – the best this or the worst that for what had gone on over the summer. There were a lot of laughs, and then a lot of loving.
The biggest transition taking place by any of us was Erin starting at the university as a freshman. She had lots of mentors with the older students in her circle of friends and lovers, so she was in good hands and wasn’t too worried. Further, the three co-eds in our group that belonged to Kappa Delta Alpha sorority were intent on getting Erin as a pledge even earlier that most of the other freshmen got involved. Erin was ready.
Of course, the wolves at the university were prowling for the incoming and naïve freshmen women that they could lure into hot, highly physical dates. Erin was spotted immediately after setting foot on campus. She got hit on six times on her first morning of classes and stared at dozens of other times. She’d been well schooled in how to deal with those situations by Ellie and her upper-class friends Amber, Molly, and Nicky. She had a few ‘coke’ or lunch dates her first week or two but then focused on her courses. None of the young men rose in sufficient status to attract more than some polite attention.
Erin assured me that her few campus dates were frivolous and fun – just meeting somebody that appeared interesting in some way. She told me, “Ellie is married to you, and I think of you the same way. I talked to her and I’m not doing anything that she wouldn’t do or approve of. You’re my husband, although we won’t ever make that official due to the legal system. I’ve just found a new playground to enjoy.” She laughed gaily.
Amber had told me about the same thing only a few days earlier. She was also one of those cute, great looking women on campus that got hit on all the time even as a junior. She’d gotten me to admit that I was her serious boyfriend, and for then, that was good enough.
Just after the clocks got turned back in early November, Erin was attacked on campus. She had an Economics 101 class that started in late afternoon and finished at six o’clock. That time of year, it was dark outside when class finished.
Erin came out of class and headed towards her car in one of the student parking lots. She got approached by three young men as she walked along – each man significantly larger than her. Purely on instinct, she tried to avoid them as they came towards her. She turned on the recorder on her cellphone as they got nearby. She’d been taught a few basics about confrontations like the one she sensed was coming.
The ringleader of the three diverted so she couldn’t avoid him on the asphalt path. He said, “Hi Babe. We’ve got a van and would love to have a little fun with you. I bet we could do some great things for you.” Erin knew the code; they wanted to fuck her, to put it bluntly.
Erin said firmly, “Thanks but no thanks. I have to get home. Hey, have a nice evening.” She tried to redirect her walk to avoid them, but the leader took a few rushed steps and grabbed her arm, causing her to drop her text and notebooks. She leaped backwards away from him.
Erin shouted at them, “Leave me alone. Go away. I don’t want to hurt you.” She looked around for help but saw no one other than the three young men. At the far end of the parking lot, was the blue emergency light of a call station for help – too far away to be useful.
Her last comment about not wanting to hurt them made the three of them laugh. Each was at least a head taller than Erin and had fifty or more pounds of muscle. A second guy slurred, “Little girl, you just became our new fuck toy. We are going to own you and make you our sex slave. We’ve got great cocks for your little cunt to enjoy and we’re about to show you.”
Erin backed away positioning the three so that no one was behind her. The talkative one approached a second time and made another grab for her arm. “Come on doll, you know you can have some fun once in a while.”
Erin’s hand sliced through the air with all her might probably coming close to the speed of sound. She aimed for the vulnerable middle of his bare forearm; her middle knuckle extended like a spike as she’d been taught, making her hand more of a weapon – a spiked hammer. Her hand slammed down into his forearm, the knuckle driving into the ulna or forearm bone. The crack was audible, and a lightning bolt of pain for her attacker as nerve and bone exploded and cracked. Her other hand smashed upward with the heel of her hand into the man’s nose, causing it to compress and explode with blood. The thug fell away, shrieking about his arm and face.
The second man lunged for her, arms spread so he could wrap his arms around her. She pulled back onto one foot and then swung that leg forward as she moved her arms up in a distraction. The hard, pointed edge of her right shoe slammed into the man’s groin, lifting him a few inches into the air. One hand that had been raised to defend her upper body drove forward into his face, an intentional finger jamming into the man’s right eye socket before jerking back after penetration. With her left hand, she slammed the flat of her hand against the man’s right ear in a deafening blow that might have shattered his eardrum and created an ocean of pain.
The third man had gotten close and wrapped his arms around her from behind. He growled in her ear, “I’m going to fuck you to death little girl. You hurt my friends. You might as well give up – you’ve been caught. You’re fuckable meat.” He tightened his grip on her.
Erin swung her head back with all her might and pushed up on her toes hitting his chin, broke the arm lock around her as she’d been taught, turned towards him and slammed one hand into the man’s throat with four fingers locked together like brass knuckles. Her hand drove into her attacker’s larynx and Adam’s Apple, instantly disabling him with pain and the shock that his attack had been so easily repelled by someone so small. He fell back and away, grasping his throat and gasping for air. She pushed away from him.
Erin pulled her phone out of her side pocket and dialed 911. She started running back towards her classroom building. She quickly gave her location and said that she was under attack and was running back to Stetson Hall where there might be other students or teachers to help protect her. She left her books and ran.
As soon as police were on their way, Erin called me. She was out of breath and in a near panic about what had just happened. I raced to my car and headed for campus, running stop signs and red lights. I ran my car on the lawn to get near the building she was in. I got to her just as the first police car arrived.
Erin saw me from where she huddled inside one door. She ran out and down the steps into my arms, wildly sobbing. “They were going to rape me. Maybe worse.”
I kept telling her that she was safe now and that we had her in our loving arms where nobody could hurt her. Erin was hysterical and couldn’t calm herself. I just hugged her tight and kept talking.
I led Erin to the arriving police car with the flashing lights. In a halting voice, she told two offices about being confronted. She pointed to the path she’d been on. Another police car arrived.
With high powered flashlights in hand the first two policemen hustled towards the parking lot. Around a slight bend, they found the three men. One was bent over on his knees gasping for air – having great difficulty breathing. He was coughing blood, too, where some teeth had been knocked out of his mouth.