I was fucked nine times that night, and I gave three blow jobs, had my first spit roast, and experienced my first anal sex. My first gangbang had a lot of firsts. As the three men filtered out of my room, Joshi looking quite sheepish as the enormity of the implications of the evening began to sink in, I was finally left alone, wallowing in my own thoughts of what I had become, and what -- if anything -- I was going to tell Ram on Friday, the time of our next date.
I knew Joshi and Kanna would not blab, since they both loved their girlfriends. I knew both of their girlfriends, of course, and doubtless they would not be understanding of what we had just done, nor forgiving. The real wild card was Roy. Perhaps that's why, when Roy came around on Thursday, the day after the math study group gangbang, I felt I had no choice but to let him fuck me another three times, just to buy his silence about the gangbang. Roy thought he was blackmailing me into the extra three fucks, and I let him think that. In actuality, however, I loved it. Maybe I had really and truly become a slut?
Maybe Ram would be pleased? I was losing sleep worrying, and the stabbing pains in my neck returned. I needed another one of Joshi's massages. Did I dare ask for one? Maybe if Ram was there, too, watching, you know, for security? Maybe, if the gods were smiling, Ram would finally get his wish for a threesome, and my neck pain would be a bad memory? Something to consider, I guess.
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