My friends gangbang my girlfriend pt. 01
This is the story of how my girlfriend became a personal slut for all of my friends. Enjoy...
My name's Tyler, and I'm currently a 21 year-old college student. A few months ago, at the start of my junior year, I started dating my bombshell girlfriend Jasmine.
Jasmine is every college boy's dream girl - 5' 4", a skinny and taut waist, big full DD breasts, a bubble butt, and the cutest/sexiest face you could imagine. She's an absolute doll, half Latina and half Caucasian, with caramel skin, long wavy hair, full lips, and beautiful brown eyes.
She's also the coolest chick - intelligent, loves to workout, street smart, funny, ambitious, and doesn't take things too seriously.
Something else that makes her such a dream, something that probably only a few guys know, is that she's an absolute sexual vixen. She's a mega-submissive, slutty, cum-swallowing, anal-loving, almost no gag-reflex-having whore. I love her.
Jasmine and I see each other several times a week, and she regularly hangs out with my close group of guy friends. She has girl friends of her own, but she always drinks/pregames with us and we've all gotten very close.
Jasmine, though she's a great girlfriend, has the tendency to sometimes be a little "over friendly" with my friends.
It's nothing crazy, but every time I bring her over to my friend Will's house, she makes sure to give all of my friends a tight hug, and makes sure to flirt with them a little. Some days she comments on the way they smell, others it's how handsome they look, and sometimes it's about how hard their abs are.
I've also noticed that it goes both ways. Whenever these greetings happen, I always catch a hand lingering on her lower back, or one of my friends brushing a bang from her eyes and tucking it behind her ear. It honestly never bothers me, but it is something I've taken notice of.
There are times when we are all drinking and I notice that Jasmine has gone off with a few of my friends to take some more shots. I'll walk into the kitchen a few minutes later to see her splayed out over the dining table while they all take body shots off her tight stomach, tickling her flirtatiously after they lick the remnants of their drink off of her.
Our story begins on the night of one of the biggest parties in our school year. 95%+ of the junior class has finished their first semester finals, and everyone is ready to rage and let loose. Unfortunately for me, as a part of my 5-year program, I still had another final at 8am the next morning.
Jasmine, being the little party animal that she is, was ready to turn up. She knew I had a final the next morning, but she still showed up at my house at 8pm because she wanted me to see her outfit.
When I opened the door, my draw dropped to the floor and almost disconnected from my skull. There was my girlfriend dressed in something I could only liken to lingerie - a small, white, bikini-like thing that barely covered her nipples, pussy, and ass. She called it her "rave outfit." Her tits were proudly on display, her cleavage forming a cum-worthy crevice for the world to see.
She turned around, and all there was to "cover" her ass was a little white string that ran through her perky cheeks. Everytime she moved, her ass would jiggle and shake for the world to see. While she was turned around, I actually parted her ass to see how effective the little string was, and unsurprisingly, I could see the outer rim of her asshole. I gave her ass a little slap and she squealed.
"Do you like it baby?" she cooed.
"Babe, you are all of my sexual fantasies wrapped into one. Holy fucking shit you look so fucking hot. I'm almost reluctant to let you out of my sight. Honestly, how are other dudes going to keep their hands off of you!"
"Maybe they will, maybe they won't. I guess we'll find out! ;)" she teased.
"Hahah fuck off babe. Have a good night and I'll see you later."
"Bye babe!! I don't know if I told you, but I'm still going over to Will's to pregame. He just bought me an Uber so I'm heading there now. I'll probably stay there for a few and then meet up with the girls."
"Oh yea.." - I had totally forgotten. "Alright, I'll see you later. Have fun and be safe!"
She gave me a deep kiss, sucking my tongue into her mouth, and then walked down the steps of my apartment, her ass jiggling like a plate of Jello.
An hour or two later, after cramming more for my O-Chem exam, I realized that I was more prepared than I had originally thought. Since I was feeling so confident, I decided to meet up with Jasmine and my friends at the party. I wasn't planning on drinking, so I drove over to the mansion (it's a huge house) where the party was being held and started looking around for them.
It's a massive party, but even after looking around for 15 minutes, I could not find any of them. I ended up running into one of Jasmine's friends Stephanie and asked her about Jasmine's whereabouts.
"Yo Stephanie, you know where Jasmine is?" I asked.
"Uhhh.. we haven't seen or heard from Jasmine all night.."
"But she told me she was planning on meeting up with you guys..."
"Yea she did...Maybe she's still pregaming?"
That would be quite odd. Yes it's only 10pm and college students usually pregame until 11 or later, but it was weird that Jasmine's friends were at the party and hadn't heard from her.
So I jumped in my car and headed over to Will's house.
Will's house is just a normal townhouse. Two levels with a balcony facing the parking lot on the first floor. An interesting thing about his house, something that I don't think he's noticed, is that the blinds that hide the inside of the house from the balcony get all tangled and knotted, leaving gaps. If someone wanted to, they could easily peek through the blinds and see what's going on in the house...
I hopped out of my car, walked up the steps, and just as I was about to knock on the door I decided to pull my fist back. Til this day I don't know exactly what made me stop - I just had a feeling.
I trust and love Jasmine immensely, and I also trust and love all my friends, but for some odd reason I wanted to see what exactly I was walking into. I didn't consciously think that anything was wrong, but I figured I might as well take advantage of the gaps in the blinds.
So, slowly and quietly, as not to alert anyone in the house that I was creeping around, I pulled myself over the balcony railing and crouched on the deck. Taking a deep breath to calm my racing heart, I leaned my head forward and peered through the blinds...