Chapter 3

"My Second Gangbang"

I was angry as I rode in the bus, so angry that I missed my stop. I had gone back to school today after winter break, and had tried to talk with Steve, whom I thought was my friend. I had laughingly asked if he and his friends had had any luck with any gangbangs lately, and he had called me a slut and said that was none of my business. I had been gangbanged by him and his friends the first day of break, my first and only gangbang. I still insisted in telling myself that incident at my apartment had been a gang rape. Okay fine, I did eventually love it (for research?), so I will call it, "My

First Rape Followed By a Thoroughly Enjoyable Gangbang." I am the author after all.

Anyhow, back to Steve. I at first had thought he was kidding and said that I would be happy to make him and his friends happy again, but he had meanly told me that they like new ones each time.

I had even dressed sexily in the warmer than seasonal weather, hoping that Steve would notice and approach me with another idea. I guess I was pretty horny as well, anticipating another gangbang at their hands. Now I got off the bus with disappointment, walking into the park as a shortcut to my apartment. "Stupid me," I thought, "missing my bus stop." Normally, I would not walk through the park at this hour, as it was approaching dark, and this park was dangerous now. "Stupid me," again I said.

But I was angry and not thinking properly, so I walked hurriedly into the park. I was wearing a short, plaid schoolgirl skirt and a tight, white blouse. Other girls wore the same at my college so it was not so unusual, but I noticed the men professors especially looked at me when I wore it. But I had worn it for Steve and his possible fantasies of another gangbang, so I hardly had noticed other glances. Now, however, I wished I were back on campus smiling at anyone who noticed. "My god," I thought now, "I am a horny slut. But I don't care."

Suddenly I noticed that I was walking on a path unknown by me. I wondered why I had turned away from the path that lead directly to my apartment and again told myself, "Horny bitch, you secretly want to be raped here in the park, don't you?" And I did feel very sexy with that thought. I had buttoned my blouse all the way to the top while on the bus. But now, I unbuttoned it until there was a little cleavage showing. I actually admired my own 36 C's now in my push-up bra, though I still wished them bigger.

I was unaware that I was being watched at that moment as I admired my body. But suddenly a boy appeared in front of me and said hi. He asked what I was doing walking through the park at this hour, and I told him that I had taken the wrong turn. As I asked him for directions to my correct path, I suddenly recognized him. This was one of the boys who had raped me in my apartment (Okay, I admit now, it started as rape, but I thoroughly enjoyed it in the end). In fact, she remembered his huge nine-incher. "Oh, my god again, you slut," I told myself, "You remember his cock size."

He told me that he could actually take me straight to my apartment if I liked, because he remembered where it was. "So he does remember me," she thought now. "So why aren't you with your old man friend and the others, looking for victims?" I asked.

He replied, "I'm waiting for some friends, but not the old man. We hang out on our own now."

"I suppose they'll bring a girl with them for all of you to rape?" I asked now sarcastically, getting horny at the thought. Maybe I would like to see a girl raped by them, I thought to myself.

"Or maybe I could have a girl here ready for them," he suggested slyly, looking at me lustfully. "Anyhow, they should be here soon with or without a girl. By the way," he added, "we have not needed to rape anyone since you. They have all liked a gangbang. You should hope they don't bring one, and you could have us instead. We love college girls."

"And how many college girls have you gangbanged then?" I asked curiously, gathering more writing material and getting hornier by the minute. "By the way, I still don't recognize where I am," I added. "I thought you were guiding me home."

"Oh, I guess I am taking the long way. But I like talking with you. Well, of the five girls we have had since you, three of them were high school, one junior high, and two college. Like I said, they were the best. I'm getting horny just thinking about it," he added as he walked closer to me.

"That was six," I laughed, ignoring his closeness. Then I purposely stumbled and bumped into him. He grabbed for me then and held me close enough to feel his hardness. He grabbed my ass then and tried to kiss me. I turned my head and he licked my neck as I pushed him away, hoping he would grab me back.

I had been in the mood for a gangbang all day, but here I was pushing away a pretty good-looking boy with a huge dick. "I should watch my step," I laughed, ignoring what he had just tried. "So are any of the guys who helped rape me part of your gang? And how old are all of you? And how many are you? Or should I ask, how many of you have fucked a girl at once? " I ask many questions and particularly liked that I said 'fucked' now.

Acknowledging my many questions, he now said, "My, you do want information, don't you? So to answer, no, I have all new friends. They are better at getting girls than me, especially good at mentioning my cock size to entice them. I am seventeen, and, to anticipate another question you might have, the rest range in age between 15 and 18. And there have been up to seven of us at a time. The college girls liked seven. And let me think of another you may ask. Their cocks are all at least 7 inches each, with one bigger than mine. By the way, cock size is a requirement to join. And my name is Tim, and are you horny now?" he added at the end.

"None of your business," I answered. But of course I was. The thought of seven guys fucking me at once made me just about cum in my pants. I was dying for a fuck, gangbang, and there in the park. Thinking this, I tripped again, this time not on purpose.

This time Tim actually had to catch me from falling with both hands. Now he had me around the waist with my back to him, and he let one hand slip up to my tit as his mouth went quickly to my neck again. This time as I struggled, he held me tightly. Suddenly, he turned me around and again tried to kiss me on the lips.

We wrestled for awhile until he finally got a lock on my lips, at which point, I eased my struggle and allowed him to kiss me roughly. "You are horny, aren't you, college girl?" he asked between kisses.

"Not so rough, Tim," I told him. Realizing I had stopped struggling, he looked at me smiling and gently put his lips back to my mouth. I opened it for him and taught him how to french kiss. I felt his cock harden against my stomach. He was taller than me by a good six inches.

I took his hand and placed it back on my tit and said, "Squeeze it gently for now." I placed my hands behind his neck and kissed him as he gently squeezed a tit. "Unbutton my blouse now, Tim, but only two buttons." He did so and I said, "Now reach into my bra and grab a bare tit, whichever one you want." He reached in and held my right tit. "A little tighter, Tim," I urged, and I felt myself cum from the tighter squeeze. I am good at tit orgasms.

"Now rip open the rest of my blouse, Tim, like I know you have done with girls before." He grabbed my blouse right above the first button not unbuttoned and ripped. Without my urging, he quickly pulled both of my tits from my bra and grabbed them. Then he got behind me and tore my blouse from my body and threw it aside.

He unclasped my bra and threw it aside as well, then squeezed both tits as I threw my head back to allow him to kiss me again. "Do college girls like it rough, Tim?" I asked, and he answered by squeezing my tits even tighter. I came again. Then he reached down with one hand and grabbed my ass as his other continued to maul my tit.