A Gangbang Set Me Free

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College was the best time of my life. I spent most of my time in a bikini, and the warm weather was perfect. My parents had dropped me off after the long, 3-day drive, and from that point on, I had felt the kind of freedom that I had only dreamed of having before. I had been a good girl back in high school, saving my virginity for the right guy. Things hadn’t worked out the way that I had planned. My prom date raped me in the back of his mom’s borrowed minivan, and I had never been the same.

I wasn’t sure if I should like sex after what had happened to me. I never told anyone what happened to me, not even the first guy I met in college. His name was Adam, and he was short and stocky with a sideways grin that never failed to make me smile. We got close quickly, and though he wondered why I bristled when he touched me, I never could get the words out to tell him that I had been violated. It made me feel dirty and undesirable. I didn’t want Adam to think that I was a victim. I was interested in him, and I wanted to see if he wanted to get serious with me.

I should have known that college was not the time to get locked down into a relationship. It was supposed to be a time of freedom and experimentation; at least, that’s what all the books I read portrayed. Of course, most of them didn’t allude that the main characters had been raped by their prom dates. I know it fucked me up, and I’m pretty sure that it was the reason that led me to do the crazy things I did next.

I started going to college parties with Adam, the kind of parties where people did all kinds of designer drugs and danced all night wildly. I wasn’t that kind of girl when I arrived in college, but I quickly became the kind of party girl that can do enough drugs in one night to take out an entire sorority. Adam and I partied our way through that first couple of quarters until I realized that I didn’t have to be with one guy if I didn’t want to.

I istanbul travesti met Daksh at one of the crazy parties I attended with Adam. He was different from any of the other guys I had known, with his dark Indian skin and interesting accent. He partied harder than Adam ever had, and I noticed how all the other guys wanted to be friends with him. He was quite popular with the women, but he seemed to be interested in me for some reason.

“You have the best body I’ve ever seen,” he complimented me, looking me up and down. I looked down at myself and smiled. I was high as fuck, and the floral dress I was wearing looked blurry.

“Thanks,” I said as I looked up into his dark, Indian eyes.

“Want to go somewhere?” he asked me.

“Yeah.”

“Do you have a boyfriend?” Daksh asked as he led me to the back of the party house and to an actually empty room.

“Sort of.”

“Do you want to cheat on him with me?” He closed and locked the door behind him and immediately took off his shirt. He had a very nice body and obviously worked out.

“I think I do,” I replied, a sexual lilt in my voice.

“Let’s get you out of this dress.” His fingers found the zipper on the back of my dress, and before I knew it, I was naked with Daksh for the first time. He kissed me tentatively and then a bit harder as he realized he liked my taste.

He pulled me to the bed, where I began to have flashbacks of the way my prom date had raped me. I pushed them out of my mind, trying to find words to tell Daksh that I wasn’t sure if we should do this. He kissed my neck and worked his way down my body to my nipples, where he sucked ravenously. It felt so good that I couldn’t help but continue to let it happen.

His cock was close to the entrance to my pussy, and he reached down to line it up properly. His dick was thicker than my prom dates and thicker than Adam’s too. He had to push hard to get it in, and I didn’t istanbul travestileri stop him. Something inside of me wanted this. Daksh kissed me as his cock pumped in and out of me. He fucked me slowly at first, but he went faster as my pussy relaxed and opened up to accommodate him as he continued. I let out a whimper as I realized that his dick felt better than anything I had experienced before.

I had never cum quite the way I did with Daksh that night. I screamed so loudly that I was certain the whole party could hear me, even over the loud music. Daksh wasn’t paying attention to me anymore. His eyes were closed, and he was holding me by the hips, keeping my pussy in place so he could fuck it. I started to feel like a piece of meat, and I tried to wriggle away, but it was no use. Daksh hammered my pussy with the kind of brutality that girls tried to avoid. There was no avoiding it for me. Daksh came right up inside of me.

I knew that I was going to regret all of this in the morning, drugs I had taken still coursing through my system and numbing the significance of what had just happened.

“Stay here,” Daksh told me. “I have someone I want you to meet.”

“Me? Who?” I asked, confused by this.

“You’ll see. Just hold on.” He got up and walked out of the room. I looked for my dress, but I was so high, and it was dark. I didn’t know where the light was. I somehow found my bra, but I couldn’t find my panties.

“Here she is,” Daksh told someone as he opened the door. There were other guys with him, all looked Indian like him.

“These are my friends. This is Ravi, Sam, and Rishi.”

“Hi! I’m sorry I can’t find my clothes.”

“Oh, you don’t need clothes, honey.”

“I don’t?” I asked stupidly, not realizing what was about to happen. I had never watched porn or seen gangbangs. I didn’t know what they meant to do to me, so I was still confused as they took off their clothes and travesti istanbul showed me that their cocks were hard for me.

“Hey, girl. Will you suck my dick for me?” one of the guys asked.

“Um…what?” I asked in disbelief.

“It’s okay, just try it,” Daksh told me. “If you need some more Molly, I’ve got you covered,” he held out a pill for me, and I took it, mesmerized by the cocks that were not in my face. I’m not proud of what I did next, but I was high, and I couldn’t help it. I was horny, and they were right there in front of me.

I took one in my mouth, and I felt Daksh’s fingers in my pussy, making sure I was wet enough before he stuck his cock back inside of me. I let them all have their turn with me, saying yes to everything but anal. I had never done that before, and I was still sober enough to say no to that.

The guys took turns using my pussy and mouth, talking about me as if I wasn’t there, as if I wasn’t even a person. Something about this turned me on, even though my brain kept flashing back to the night I said no. This time I hadn’t said no, and I was enjoying myself. I came hard as I thought about how I was just a piece of meat to them. I found release in these thoughts, screaming and creaming all over their dicks like this was my destiny.

I would never have guessed that this would be the experience that would set me free. I let them cum all over my face and in my pussy. I let them cum down my throat and pound the shit out of the back of my throat, which seemed to be more relaxed than usual from the drugs.

“Can we ask some of our other friends to come in and have some fun with you?” Daksh asked.

“Yes!” I screamed with excitement.

Daksh brought more friends, and then even more. I fucked all night until the drugs ran out and the shadows of the night were replaced by the warmth of the morning sun. I made my way back to my dorm by myself, having exhausted all of the guys. My holes felt sore and worn, but there was no longer that lingering feeling of being a victim anymore. Somehow the gangbang had set me free from the pain and fear that had come from being raped.

Somehow, becoming a gangbang slut had set me free.

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