A young woman becomes a gangbang slut for a black fraternity

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Anonymous said: Can you write just a real good gangbang story? Maybe college? Maybe a desperate girl trying to get ahead. Maybe an in the family type thing? Focus on the gangbang and the pure degeneracy and darkness that it can bring. I’d love it.

Jennifer Johnson said: I didn’t really see a believable way to do a college and in-the-family story simultaneously, so I went with the college theme, and I decided to go with my current fantasy, which is a whole frat of black guys. I tried to focus on the depravity, but in the end, this girl is proud of herself and not ashamed.

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I was frustrated with myself. I had come to college with ambitions of finishing with a 4.0 GPA and getting into graduate school, but at the rate I was going, I’d be lucky if I even graduated at all. I joined a sorority at the end of my Freshman year. I was afraid to join one in my first semester since I’d heard that sororities were just a way to buy friends. I didn’t think I needed to purchase friendships, but as time went on, I realized that I hadn’t made friends the way I thought I would. So, I joined Alpha Eta Pi, and it felt pretty good to be part of something.

I struggled to keep my grades above a 2.5 GPA so I could stay in the sorority. They had a strict policy about grades, and though I knew this, I struggled to stay on top of my work. I was addicted to porn, and I was only nineteen. It was a real problem that kept me constantly fucking myself in my dorm, which I shared with my roommate, Marcy. She was a serious student, and I don’t think she ever thought about sex. She certainly never seemed to be checking out guys, and she didn’t date anyone that I knew of. I often wondered if she was gay, but the only time I asked her, she got so angry that I never asked again.

I bought a bunch of sex toys online that I kept in a shoebox under my bed. I would fuck myself with them any chance I got, even when Marcy was in the shower for a few minutes. Sharing a room with her made finding time to fuck myself difficult, so I learned to cum quickly and how to hide the evidence that I’d been masturbating. The porn I watched while I fucked myself had gotten increasingly disgusting. Things I had once found repulsive now turned me on, and I found that the more I came to that filth, the more filth I needed to cum.

My porn habit had progressed, and I was now into watching gangbangs, especially ones in which the girl was being DPed by two dicks at once. It was even hotter if she was being made to suck dick at the same time. I was starting to get sloppy when it came to Marcy, and one night she caught me with two dildos shoved inside of me, one in my pussy and the other in my ass. My porn was playing loudly on my phone as I looked up to see her standing there. I realized that my pants had fallen onto the floor next to my bed. My panties were still hanging from one of my ankles, and Marcy let out a bloodcurdling scream as she took in what was going on.

“What are you doing?” she cried.

“I’m masturbating. What does it look like?”

“Ew! That is so disgusting!” Marcy screamed. “Why are you doing it right here in our room? I’m leaving for a minute, and when I come back, you better have your pants on!” She ran from the room, her hair still wrapped in a towel and another towel wrapped around her body.

I sighed as I turned the DP gangbang porn off and put my clothes back on. I needed a sexual outlet. Rooming with Marcy made getting off nearly impossible, and I found myself hornier with each passing day. I had no plan to handle this other than what I’d been doing. I wasn’t about to masturbate while Marcy was in the shower anymore, at least not for a while. Instead, my opportunity came at a moment I wasn’t expecting.

It started as a mixer at a fraternity house my sorority had never socialized with. It was a black fraternity made up of all black students. My sorority sisters had suggested the mixer to support the Black Lives Matter movement and make our chapter look more politically correct. At first, I was a bit intimidated by all the black men because I came from a town that had very few black people. I’d never had a chance to interact with so many black men at once.

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