I was gang banged to multiple orgasms by my American boyfriend’s entire fraternity. [F23][M23]

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Afterwards, I became what I am today. I remember the precise moment, or moments I should say, when the epiphany happened. One after another, they fucked my over-used pussy as I screamed in one orgasm after another. I became addicted, entranced, enslaved.

I can never ever be free from this bondage. The memory of it lingers inside my body. No matter how many times I wash myself, even when I use bleach, I can not seem to get rid of the sensation. Even years afterward. Like the napalm bomb dropped in Vietnam, they doomed me to eternal hell fire of everlasting desire and lust.

Later on I met many self-claimed “Asian sluts” just like me, and I felt comforted in that knowledge. So, after all, I was not crazy. I was not alone in this universe of shame and pleasure, betrayal and ecstasy, humiliation and debauchery..

II

Growing up, I had very strict and miserly Chinese parents. In order to send me to college in America, my parents worked hard and unceasingly, day and night. I was never allowed to have any fancy clothes; I was never allowed to talk to boys, other than for studying purposes; all my days were spent studying. Studying was all I did. Getting into a brand-name school in America was my only option. Failure was never a possibility. My valiant effort was paid off. I was admitted to a top-tier school in America whose reputation is equivalent to an Ivy League college. I was the lucky few. Many more Chinese students like me failed miserably.

For the first time in my life I felt I had freedom. I was away from my omnipresent parental overlords. I even had the fancy of putting on makeups and wearing high heels. For the first time in my life I felt the touch of a man who was not my dad, and I cried in trembling joy.

Without my parents’ permission nor their knowledge, I even had a boyfriend. An American boyfriend. He was my prince charming, a character that walked right out of a Henry James’ novel. Six feet three. Blonde hair and chiseled face. Furrowed eyes, burning bright, with fierce, fearful symmetry.

When I introduced him to my fellow Chinese classmates, the guys were shocked and tried to hide in shame. The girls gushed and were brooding with envy, jealousy, and excitement. “This is the kind of white guy that would never be interested in Asian girls.” This was the wondered that burned in the back of their minds. “Could I borrow your boyfriend to me, just for one night, please?” This was the sort of rhetorical questions they poeticized. Being tall and having white skin is highly prized in China.

I was once an innocent Asian girl. My American boyfriend made me into an Asian woman, and I was in heaven every night.

III

Like many American men who played sports and had a very active social life, he belonged to a fraternity. And he was the only guy with an Asian girlfriend. Quite a few of his fraternity brothers came from remote parts of the country—the Mid-west, Alaska, Oregon—and they had minimal interactions with pure bred Asian girl, so they were curious. And like most American men, they were friendly, talkative, honest, and sweet. Whenever my boyfriend hanged out with them, I tagged along. Though it was true that oftentimes I felt out of place, being a fragile Asian girl surrounded by tall, muscular, white American jocks. I’m 5 feet 7, but it was the first time in my life that I actually felt that I was just average height.

On a frigid moonless Friday evening, in the downtown area reserved for school frat parties, one of the “frat bros” came to my boyfriend to say hello. He pointed at me arrogantly and asked if I was his girlfriend, and then the conversation suddenly turned to, “Dude! You have an Asian girlfriend. So what’s it like? How does her pussy feel?” I was a little shocked and taken aback, but my boyfriend kept it cool and very casually said that I was the tightest he ever fucked.

At that point I should have been angry at the way two white guys were being so insensitive to me, first of all, as a woman, and then, as an minority. I should have said, Hey! You should be more respectful to me. In retrospect, this is in fact something that my boyfriend should have said at that point if he had any respect for me. But unfortunately that was not the way I reacted. Like most Chinese girls, I was shy, even though I tried my best to become expressive and out-going. I was flustered and blushing heavily. I wrapped my arms tighter around my boyfriend and I tightened the muscles in my thighs. I should be honest with myself, it was so incredibly hot that two big burly white guys were treating me like some kind of sex object.

It got worse from that point on. “Have you taken her anal virginity yet?” “You are gonna split her apart.” “So how does it work? Do you pump your cock inside her until she turns white?” More “frat bros” joined the conversation and somewhere down in the cloud of “locker room talk” my boyfriend blurted out “you guys should try her.” I was shocked, horrified, mortified, humiliated, and yet, I was curious. For the first time in my life I was exposed to the most wonderful pleasure in the world: sex.

Sometimes I wonder what my strict, miserly, conservative Chinese parents would say if they found out that, in addition to a 70 grand a year collegiate education, their precious little china-doll princess also got a free sex education in America, would they be happy of the fact that they got something for free, since whenever they went out to buy grocery, they would bargain and haggle with the street vendors for even half a dime?

I was horny and curious and I couldn’t help myself. Ever since I started having sex with my American boyfriend, I had been hooked. It felt like heaven on earth every night, and I thought what those other white bros are capable of. I wanted to be hunted down by those skilled young American hunters and tied to the top of their jeeps like a mortally wounded deer.

With a smile on my face I followed this “frat bro” to the men’s bathroom to let him fuck me. I felt I had my boyfriend’s protection. It relieved me of all my worries, all my fears, all my nervous agitations. I felt free to explore my sexuality.

The flood gate valve was released, and the demons were released. Immediately words started to spread: “That Asian chick fucked one of our bros.” “That Asian chick is a slut.” And even more members of the fraternity came to my boyfriend and asked if they “could have a go” at me. Some of the guys who were virgins even started asking if it’s okay to borrow me for their “first clock”. It was either first clock or first block. It basically meant that they were virgins and they wanted to use me to “step up their games” or something like that. They used a lot of jargon to describe sex.

My parents would have felt so humiliated to learn what I had become. I felt a rush of pleasure. They treated me like a sex object. They were even gonna my boyfriend without asking me first, like if my boyfriend had approved, I was free use for them. My boyfriend was no longer just my boyfriend. He had become my owner.

I faint with happiness. A spell is cast over me.

IV

The best way to relieve the stress of finals and midterms was to have sex, I learned, and soon, I was spending every night at the fraternity house. I became the in-house slut. Guys would come and either have their cocks sucked or fuck me in my pussy. Sometimes I was also double-penetrated. I filled my purse with condoms and freely gave to members of our fraternity house without them even asking, knowing that they would be using it to fuck me. Guys would text me and ask to fuck me between classes. I would go with them into empty class rooms.

At the end of semester party I was gang banged by the entire fraternity. A total of 30 members. 25 participated. I was fucked to so many orgasms that I wished it could never end. To cherish their memory, I stored all their used condoms, and tagged them with handwritten notes of their names, and kept them inside my freezer.

But very soon, once they had gotten it, they also quickly started to lose interest. I was their cum rag. They used it and then they felt I was dirty. I was their cheap Chinese whore. They did not even pay me. What was worse, even my boyfriend started to distance himself from me. We argued and I even tried to fight him. I could not figure out why he was resenting me. He said I was weird. I was terribly hurt. I felt used, and I cried multiple times. I did everything they asked me, and yet they rejected me. When they used my pussy, they called it “my sweet Asian pussy,” and after they used it, they called me “a used up, fucked up Asian cum rag.” I hated their double standard. Especially during their “game night”. Game night happened on Fridays; that was when they’d all go out to watch sports, drink beer and “slay pussy”. And when they didn’t “score”, they’d be really depressed, and be called a “loser”. When the “loser bro” came back in the middle of the night, they’d get “pity sex” from me. I sucked and fucked all of them. Some of them didn’t even wear a condom. I made them feel good about themselves. And then they went on to “slay more pussies” and, as soon as they caught some “new prey”, some “fresh co-ed”, they ditched me in the dirt and left. My boyfriend even allowed his older brother to fuck me once, and I let him, and yet he still left me.

And yet, yet again, through my tears, I couldn’t help but reach into my panties and begin playing with my pussy, which has all the time been on fire ever since they gang banged me, used me, dumped their cum inside me. Even in my dreams I dreamed that they could all gang bang me again and use me like the Asian slut that I was born to be. To relive that memory of lost paradise, I ate some of the semen that I had collected during those happy times. Some tasted sore and bitter. Some tasted yummy and sweet. With time, they had gone bad and I had throw them out. I watched as I flushed down the toilet those little buddies swimming inside the semi-frozen glue and I cried. Those should have been inside my pussy and be made into studs and sluts, just like me and the white boys who fucked me.

After about a year, I finally reconciled with him, but we had gone our separate methods and will never be able to come back together again. His older brother, who is now married to an Asian woman, said they might come visit me in China once their passport is renewed. He told me my ex-boyfriend is only dating Asian women now because I gave him the yellow fever.

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