Chapter 5: Jenny’s Dubious Consent, Gangbang, Gay Experience

I was still catching my breath, my mind racing on how to get out of my girlfriend’s all-girl college undetected after fucking the uptight but shockingly wild Tabea, when the neighboring door suddenly swung open. Before I could react, a tattooed arm shot out, grabbing me and yanking me inside.

Jenny, the inked owner of the arm, had me pinned against the wall in seconds, her glare cutting through me.

“What the fuck did you do to Tabea?” she demanded, her eyes burning with curiosity and suspicion.

“I, uh ... why?” I stammered, struggling to steady myself.

“Why?” She tilted her head mockingly, crossing her arms. “That prissy little tease must’ve had more orgasms tonight than she’s had in her entire life. How the hell did you manage to get into that cunt’s pants? I’ve never seen her even glance at anyone but her lame-ass boyfriend.”

My mouth opened, but words failed me for a second. “I, uh, ran into her by chance,” I lied, trying to keep my cool. “One thing led to another. Maybe it was just the right time in her cycle?” I added with a crooked grin, letting the implication hang in the air.

Jenny smirked, a mix of sarcasm and intrigue flashing in her eyes. “Right,” she drawled, “as if women suddenly turn into sex-starved sluts on their fertile days. Nice try, buddy. Besides, Peter’s pathetic thrusting couldn’t even make her fake a moan five minutes before you showed up.”

Deciding it was time to take control of the situation, I spun us around, pinning her skinny body against the wall. Her eyes widened, the flash of indignation in them only added fuel to the fire. “Look, Jenny,” I said, pressing closer so she could feel the weight of my body, “I don’t think it’s your place to pass judgment on Tabea’s sex life. Isn’t it you who fucks her way through half the college?”

For the first time, I noticed what she was wearing, a sleeveless nightgown so thin it barely concealed her stiff nipples, which pressed against me like an unspoken challenge. Intrigued by her defiance, I reached out and cupped her small, firm tits, squeezing her nipples between my fingers. Her gasp was caught somewhere between outrage and surprise, her skinny frame momentarily freezing under my touch.

A flush spread across her neckline, her breath quickening as her emotions warred between fury and something far more primal. “Get your hands off me, you fucking bastard!” she yelled, though her voice lacked conviction. Her body betrayed her, hips shifting slightly, chest rising as if begging for more.

Despite the lingering exhaustion from my escapade with Tabea, the sight of this skinny, inked girl, her anger only adding to the allure of her perky, pointy tits, was impossible to resist. She shoved at me with surprising strength for her size, but it was too late. I’d already grabbed the hem of her nightgown and yanked it up. Not all the way, just enough to expose her pert, pale B-cup breasts to the dim light of the room.

Blinded by the fabric now bunched over her head, she wriggled furiously, trying to free her arms. It was almost comical watching her thrash, though something about her movements felt less like resistance and more like provocation. Her gasps, the faint tremble in her body, she was fighting, sure, but not entirely against me.

Spying a scarf hanging on a nearby hook, I grabbed it and wrapped it tightly around her arms, knotting it behind her back. The nightgown still tangled over her head left her half-naked and vulnerable. She let out a muffled curse as I pushed her backward, forcing her onto the bed.

“What the fuck are you doing? This is rape!” she screamed, writhing on the mattress, her legs kicking uselessly, “Let me out or I will scream for help!”

But she didn’t scream. The flushed skin around her throat showed that she was highly aroused.

She wanted it rough? Fine, I’d play rough.

To prevent her from changing her mind about screaming for help, I didn’t hesitate. Sliding my hand under the bunched-up nightgown, I fished for her mouth, my fingers grazing her flushed skin. She squirmed, her muffled voice urging me on as I grabbed the panties from the chair next to the bed. It was a challenge to force them into her mouth without seeing her face, but I managed, her gasps turning into muffled groans as the fabric filled her mouth.

With her gag in place, I reached for another scarf and worked it under the nightgown, securing it tightly around her head to keep the panties in place. She was now a writhing mess beneath me, her arms bound, her face obscured by the nightgown, and her cries muffled into unintelligible sounds.

Her struggles were chaotic and full of fire, her body twisting beneath mine in defiance, the muffled sounds from the gag only making her seem more helpless. Her bare tits heaved with every movement, the act of resistance only making her submission all the more enticing.

With one hand, I yanked down my pants, my cock springing free, hard and ready. No teasing, no preamble. I grabbed her skinny hips, lined myself up with her dripping slit, and shoved in, burying myself to the hilt in one thrust.

She made sounds like “ooohhh” and “mmmmffff” into her gag that sounded only half-resisting, half-approving, giving away how much she enjoyed being handled rough.

As I started thrusting, her muffled moans turned into desperate sounds that seemed to echo through her entire body. She writhed feverishly beneath me, her movements pretending to escape the relentless invasion of my cock, but her delicate, skinny frame was no match for my weight and strength. Every wriggle only pulled me deeper into her soaking tunnel.

My stiff shaft buried in her petite pussy kept her pinned firmly in place, her resistance nothing but a backdrop to my relentless rhythm. A fleeting thought crossed my mind: had evolution designed this primal act? A long, rigid cock lodged inside an equally tight, wet tunnel: was it nature’s way of ensuring a female stayed securely under the male’s control during mating? The idea sent a dark thrill through me.

Whether by biological design or sheer chance, the undeniable truth was that a hard cock inside a woman’s body rendered her utterly helpless. Her struggles, genuine or not, only heightened my arousal. The more she fought, the deeper I drove into her, the slick walls of her cunt gripping me tighter with every thrust.

Had tx34 corrupted my thoughts, or had these consensual rape fantasies always lingered in the shadows of my mind? The sight of her writhing, bound body under mine, the muffled protests turned pleasure, everything about it stirred something raw and primal. The power, the domination, the intoxicating allure of her mock helplessness awakened a thrill I hadn’t realized was buried inside me. Even though we both knew this was a game she wanted, the act of forcing her to surrender sent a fire through me I could barely contain.

As I glanced down at her swollen pussy, glistening and slick, it hit me: she’d already been fucked tonight. The sounds I’d vaguely noticed while taking Tabea earlier suddenly made sense. The thought ignited a flash of jealousy, mingling with the dark excitement of our game.

She was getting off far too easily, I decided. If her pussy had already been stretched and used, I’d find somewhere else to leave my mark. Grabbing her skinny hips, I flipped her over so she was facedown on the bed. Her struggling quieted, her muffled sounds through the gag shifting to confusion as she lay there, unsure of what was coming next.

My cock, still slick from her soaked cunt, pressed firmly against her tight, puckered hole. I felt her body tense, every muscle freezing as the pressure mounted. When her resistance gave way and my cock breached her, she screamed into her gag, a sound that was more than pain. There was unmistakable pleasure woven into it, her body trembling with excitement despite the way she pretended to resist.

She clearly wasn’t used to this kind of play, her tightness proving just how unfamiliar she was with anal. I didn’t slow down, though. Instead, I pressed deeper, claiming every inch until I was fully buried inside her. This was different, better. It wasn’t about taking what someone else had already used. This was raw, unspoiled, and entirely mine.

I started to thrust, each motion deliberate and firm, the tight grip of her ass sending waves of pleasure through me. Her mock resistance fueled the intensity, her gagged screams vibrating with the mix of sensation we both craved. She wanted this as much as I did, and her body, no matter how much it pretended otherwise, couldn’t lie.

She stopped resisting entirely, her body surrendering to the game. She whimpered softly and moaned into her gag, her cries losing their edge as her supposed defiance melted away. Her will to fight was gone, replaced by resignation and, occasionally, moans of undeniable pleasure that slipped between her muffled cries.

The sight of her petite, skinny frame beneath me, her tiny ass spread and her perky tits pressing against the bed, was intoxicating. The contrast of her feigned submission and her trembling arousal created a scene so erotic that I could feel my release building rapidly. After the earlier session with Tabea, though, my body seemed drained, leaving me teetering on the edge for what felt like an eternity.

For half an hour, I stayed in that state, thrusting steadily, until the intensity finally overtook me. My cock twitched deep in her ass as an orgasm ripped through me, intense despite the emptiness in my balls. Nothing came out, but the sensation was still overwhelming, sending waves of pleasure through my entire body.

Her reaction surprised me. Her legs shook violently, her own orgasm hitting as she felt my dick pulsate inside her. The raw, primal connection between us at that moment was undeniable. With a few final, deep thrusts, I pushed as far as I could go before collapsing on top of her, my chest heaving against her slick, sweat-drenched back. Sweat dripped from me as I lay there, savoring the aftermath of our intense play.

As I slowly caught my breath, a flicker of doubt crossed my mind. Had I crossed the line? The roughness of it all, the way she squirmed and moaned, was that all part of her fantasy, or had I gone too far? Not just fucked her, but sodomized her. She had clearly been aroused, had even climaxed, and she had instigated the encounter with her teasing, pressing those stiff nipples against me. But still, the lingering question gnawed at me: was this what she truly wanted, or was I about to face the fallout of my actions? My cock was still buried in her petite, tight asshole, her limp body beneath me offering no immediate answer.

A part of me wondered if tx34 might smooth things over. Pulling the small jar of cream from my pocket, I dabbed some on her pussy, then added a generous amount to her neck, smearing the excess across her perky tits. It was far more than I had used on Tabea, but I wanted to be certain. Her soft moans as I touched her clit hinted that it was already taking effect.

Finally, I slid my softening cock out of her tight hole, wiping it clean on her discarded t-shirt. Her body twitched at the sensation, and when I untied the scarves and lifted the nightgown from her head, she spit the gag out, gulping in fresh air.

“What the hell was that?” she demanded, though her tone lacked the sharpness I expected. “How dare you fuck me in the ass! No one’s ever done that before!”

Ignoring her words, I reached for her tits, squeezing them firmly, rolling her stiff nipples between my fingers. Her gasp betrayed her, her eyes fluttering shut as her resistance melted into submission.

“You liked it, didn’t you?” I taunted, my voice low and teasing. “A slut like you needs it in the ass. Admit it.” My hand moved to her clit, stroking it with relentless speed and pressure. Her protests turned to squeals of pleasure, her body jerking as a powerful orgasm overtook her within seconds.

As her spasms subsided and she caught her breath, she looked at me with a mix of awe and disbelief. “Wow, wow, wow,” she murmured, her voice breathy and dazed. “I’m usually the one in control. I dominate men, make them cry and beg in my bed. Then you come along, rape my ass, and make me come harder than I ever have in my life. Not to mention what you did to my uptight neighbor, turning her into a screaming, multi-orgasmic mess. What’s your secret?”

Her words lingered, but her body told me more. She was trembling, her thighs pressed together as if trying to recapture the sensation of what had just happened. Her breathing hitched when I touched her shoulder, and she let out a soft, needy whimper. “Please,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “I need more. Use me again. Take me. Do whatever you want, just don’t stop.” The desperation in her tone was unmistakable, her usual confidence crumbling as arousal consumed her.

I noticed a package on the floor, left behind from her earlier escapades. Opening it, I found a treasure trove of sex toys, including fur-covered handcuffs, a silk blindfold, and bondage gear. Clearly, she was used to being in control, playing the role of dominatrix with her lovers. But tonight, submission had ignited something in her, a thrill she couldn’t deny. The tremors in her legs when I finished in her ass replayed in my mind, making it clear she was more aroused than ever by being dominated.

“Maybe she enjoyed the ‘rape’ more than I did,” I thought, watching her quiver beneath me. If she wanted more, if she was ready to embrace her submissive side fully, I was more than happy to oblige.

Her bed had sturdy metal posts, perfect for what I had in mind. I grabbed the cuffs and blindfold, holding them up for her to see. “You wanted rough? Let’s see how much you can handle,” I said, my tone teasing but firm. Her lips parted, and her voice came out in a shaky plea. “Yes, please, I want it. Tie me down, make me yours. Just don’t stop.” Her body trembled slightly in anticipation, and her willingness to surrender was written all over her flushed face.

Without resistance, she let me guide her wrists to the posts, securing them with the soft fur-lined cuffs. I placed the blindfold over her eyes, and she tilted her head to help me, her lips curving into a faint smirk. Once she was secured, she rested passively on her stomach and chest, her head turned to the side, a contented, almost dreamy expression on her face.

The sight of her tied spread-eagle on the bed was captivating. Her ass was raised slightly, exposing her glistening pussy and the tight hole I had just claimed. Every inch of her was presented like a feast, and the trust she showed in surrendering to me only added to the allure.

Tearing my gaze away, I rummaged through her box of toys and found something that stopped me cold: an anal hook. Polished metal with a large ball on one end and a looped rope on the other, it was the kind of gear you’d expect from someone well-versed in kinky play.

Her earlier objections to my roughness suddenly appeared in an entirely new light. She wasn’t unfamiliar with anal play; she just liked to set the rules herself. Tonight, though, she had invited me to take charge.

Holding the hook up, I ran it along her inner thigh, letting the cold metal tease her before pressing the ball against her well-lubricated hole. “Let’s see how much you enjoy being used,” I whispered. She shivered at the touch but didn’t resist. The ball slipped in easily after our earlier session, the cool sensation drawing a sharp gasp from her lips.

I pushed her hips higher, threading the rope through the bedframe to pull the hook taut. Her ass was now perfectly arched, her pussy open and begging to be filled. With her body completely immobilized, tied at five points, she was the picture of submission, a willing plaything in my hands.

The scene was intoxicating, her helplessness paired with her eager moans creating a blend of raw trust and overwhelming desire. Her body trembled as the anal hook tugged at her, amplifying her sensitivity. It was a sight so erotic that I knew I’d never forget it. My only regret was that I’d already emptied myself earlier with Tabea and now in her ass. There was nothing left in my balls to give her. Still, the way she writhed against her restraints was a feast for the senses.

An idea crept into my mind, one so devilish that it made me grin. She wanted to be used? I’d make sure she got more than she’d ever imagined.

I decided I needed a moment to set things up. Turning on the TV, I selected a music station and cranked up the volume enough to mask any sounds. Jenny had a small private bathroom, and I slipped inside to make a call. Derick, my buddy who played basketball at night with his crew in the university gym, picked up immediately.

“Hey,” I said, cutting straight to the point. “You interested in banging a wild one? Bring the guys too.”

His laugh was almost instant. “You serious? Where at?”

I sent him the address and told him to come immediately with whoever was available.

When I returned to the bedroom, I was greeted by Jenny’s moans, her body trembling under the restraints. I ran my hand down her ass and gave her a sharp spank. She yelped, her head twisting to the side, but her moan came almost immediately after. Smirking, I moved my hand lower, spanking her wet pussy. Her response was even louder, her legs jerking slightly.

Looking through her toy box again, I found a large electric dildo. Turning it on, I tested the settings. It was already set to high, vibrating powerfully in my hand. I pushed it into her dripping pussy without warning, her loud, guttural moan rewarding my effort. The toy buzzed loudly, her body arching as the stimulation overtook her.

Next, I found a whip, thin and flexible, perfect for teasing. I used it across her ass, enjoying the sharp contrast of her cries and moans. Then I ran it across the sides of her tits, watching the way her body twitched at each strike. She yelped but didn’t protest, the increasing intensity of her moans betraying just how much she was enjoying every second.

Her legs began to shake violently, her body quivering uncontrollably as she teetered on the edge of another orgasm. The sight before me was incredible: her ass raised high, the anal hook keeping her immobile, the massive dildo buzzing in her pussy, and her body writhing in pleasure.

Just then, my phone buzzed. It was Derick. He’d arrived and was wondering what was going on. Smirking, I turned the TV volume up slightly and texted him back: “Look up.”

I went to the window and waved discreetly. They saw me, grinning, and waved back. Sliding the window open without making a sound, I put a finger to my lips. Derick nodded, understanding immediately.

He wasn’t alone. With him were three friends: two massive black basketball players and a white American, all towering at around six feet tall. Scaling the side of the building to the second-story window was child’s play for them. They helped each other up in quick succession, moving silently. The last one, one of the black guys, leaped effortlessly, grabbing the ledge with one hand and pulling himself up and inside like it was nothing.

Once they were in, I motioned for silence again, putting my finger to my lips before making the unmistakable sign for sex: one finger sliding into a circle formed by the other hand. Derick smirked, catching on immediately. I gestured for him to start, and without hesitation, he began stripping down, the others following suit.

Each of them started stroking their dicks, their anticipation palpable. The sight of Jenny’s exposed, helpless body, her pussy glistening and wide open, had them ready in no time. Their cocks swelled quickly, the sexy anticipation of what was about to happen making the room thrum with silent tension.

I couldn’t help but take in the sheer size of their manhoods, each one impressive in its own right. The black guys’ shafts were impossibly long, so much so that I could easily imagine putting both hands around one and still having the head pop out. Derick’s cock, on the other hand, was incredibly thick. I doubted my fingers could wrap fully around it. The white guy wasn’t lacking either; his circumcised dick curved upward, adding a unique edge to his already impressive size.

These guys were about to give Jenny an experience she wouldn’t forget, their sheer size ensuring her pussy would be stretched and filled like never before. The thought was intoxicating, and the room buzzed with quiet, electric anticipation.

Derick positioned himself behind Jenny, his cock already slick from stroking and ready for action. He slid it between her legs, letting it glide over her dripping pussy, mixing her wetness with the remnants of my earlier efforts. She was still expecting me, completely unaware of the audience now surrounding her. When Derick pressed his massive shaft forward and the thick head stretched her entrance, her gasp was sharp, the sheer girth shocking her system.

I could only imagine what was going through her mind - if she was even capable of coherent thought at that moment. Her body seemed to be running entirely on sensation, consumed by the overwhelming stretch of Derick’s cock filling her more completely than anything she’d felt before. The anal hook shifted slightly with each thrust, the ball at its end adding even more friction and amplifying every movement. Derick was clearly lost in the experience, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he drove into her with increasing force, the sound of their bodies colliding filling the room.

The pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more relentless. Jenny’s cries of pleasure rose in pitch as she surrendered completely to the sensations, her body jerking and spasming as orgasm after orgasm wracked her. Despite her climaxes, Derick didn’t slow down. He pounded her mercilessly, his face tight with concentration, each movement more intense than the last. Her moans and screams blurred into incoherent sounds of ecstasy.

Finally, with one deep thrust, Derick froze, his head tilting back and his eyes squeezing shut. His cock pulsed visibly inside her, his glutes clenching as he unloaded deep into her petite frame. He stayed there for what felt like an eternity, his entire body rigid as he filled her with his seed. Without a word, he slowly pulled out, his cock glistening, and collapsed into a nearby chair, catching his breath.