[LustAndLuxury]

I've never thought about it before, but as I recall a past experience, I can positively say that I've unconsciously staged what could have been a gang rape situation. No worries though, I was innocent but informed about sex and all. Yet, it still came as a surprise. I will tell you this story and if you would like to also share any experience that made you say "Shit, I staged this up !"

*WARNING* This story is waaaaaaaaaaay long, so you can skip all the way to the sex part or to replying to my question. I apologize in advance !

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It was during summer time, I was in my early 20's. I worked in a shop during summer holidays to pay for my scholarship through out the year.

There was a lot of men working with me but I wasn't really interested in getting intimate with any of them at that time. As far as friendship was concern, that wasn't a problem. One of them was particularly sharing the same opinions on various subjects and we really enjoyed hanging out during lunch time. He did let out hints that he would be interested to have sex with me at some point, but I've always been on my guard when it comes to sex. Either way, I never turned him down brutally. Our relationship was honest so it was easy for me to explain that I wasn't really much into sex right now, not feeling the need for it. He would laugh and change the subject or start teasing me a little just to have me frowned at him with a fake disapproving look and a big laugh.

At some point I suppose that he build up the courage to invite me over to his place for a beer and movie night. The idea sounded very great and I've proposed various movies that we could watched. At some point we both came up with the decision that A Clockwork Orange would be awesome as we both never saw it and read about all the "fuss" it made back in the days. As I said we already shared many opinions about how "fucked up" things Humanity can come up. The date was set on the following Saturday evening.

He called me the day before our date to inform me if it was okay to have a few of his friends over as well. Of course I didn't mind at all, the more the merrier. It also made me realize that he might not have been trying to hint on having sex since it was going to be a group activity so, I thought about inviting friends of my own as well. Nobody was available on Saturday night so I turned up a my coworker's apartment alone.

His friends were somewhat geeky, which is all good with me. I really enjoy spending time with geeks, discussions are always interesting. We started with a few beers and talked about some scientific discoveries and the whole fuss about the movie we were about to watch. I remember that one of them was shooting me meaningful looks of lust when he thought I wasn't watching him. It was fun, although I still wasn't in the mood for sex, I always find it flattering to be appealing to males.

We moved the furniture around to make ourselves comfortable, which basically meant : two big sofa's, three on each. As we got through the first rape scene, I figured : "Okay! A group of guys jumping women for fun"... I sighed in disbelieve. This movie was comically twisted, seriously, the acting was way weird and not so believable. However, as the scenes evolved I started to feel a little bit uneasy. No one was making funny comments anymore. The silence was disturbing and it gave me too much free time to think about the guys I was actually hanging out with. My main interrogation was to know if any of them felt turned on by these rapes. I remember my panties getting wet as the movie progressed, but the feeling I had wasn't that great.

Finally the movie ended and we turned the light back on. The guys were trying to release the tensed ambiance by making jokes about how stupid the actors looked in the movie or how the psychiatric technique wouldn't ever work on anybody, etc. I still felt that something was wrong, although I was thankful to them for making the effort to try and lighten up the mood.

However it was quickly interrupted by my coworker who, as if we were alone in the room, asked me a private questions. The kind of questions we would ask each other during our lunch break and no one else was around. With a smirk on his face he asked if I've felt compelled by the rape scenes. I didn't know what to answer at first, but I figure the quicker the better, before things get too weird. So I said "I don't know, really." WRONG answer ! He went on insisting that I must have felt something, either disgusted or intrigued. I didn't know what to say, so I said the truth. "It did got me a bit excited I suppose, but basically the same as if I was watching porn but with less stimuli".

His friends kind of shrugged, not wanting to get involved too much. I suddenly felt very alone and embarrassed. I asked if I could make a phone call and quickly retreated in the bathroom. I called my best male friend at the time and asked him if he was still too busy to hang out. Fortunately he was more than happy to skip whatever he was doing and join me. I gave him the address, calmed myself down and got out of the bathroom. The guys were talking about another subject and to my relief they seemed to have forgotten about our earlier short debate.

I told my coworker that a good friend of mine was coming over finally. He asked if it was a male or a female. I said a male. He nodded with a distinguished smile on his face. I wasn't sure why he would've been happy to have one more dick around, but...

My friend got there quickly and we all started to talk once again about that stupid movie. I didn't have much choice than to talk about it as well, but I kept my comment to a minimum. My friend was listening silently, as if trying to figure something out. He would sometime make a few comments, but it always seems as if he was pondering about something. A few hours later and more beer in our belly everybody seemed to be enjoying themselves.

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Rapeboard members, sorry it took so long to get to the point... even I wasn't expecting this to be that long...I think I'll put a warning at the beginning of this story that says : Skip to the end to see what could have happened!!
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So back inside. My coworker comes sitting next to me on the floor and starts playing with my hair. Back then, they were combed in afro-style, so, any White guy that gets a chance to touch a Black girl's hair goes "Wow, that's weird" or "Awesome" or "Geez, feels like a sheep" blablabla !!

So here he goes making comments about my hair, telling his friends to come and try it out too. All of them come close to me and start feeling my hair and make funny comments. That doesn't really piss me off, because I've dealt with most of my racial issues at this point. Instead I quickly understand what is about to happen so I try to get up but my coworker puts one of his hand on my shoulder and grasp it firmly enough to make me understand that I should stay still. He then bends forward and start licking my ear lobe softly, letting a low laugh come out of his lips in the process. The other guys keep "petting" my head, but with more intensity. He finally whispers in my hear that I surely wanted this or else why would I have accepted to watch THIS movie with a bunch of unknown young horny guys. I couldn't let out any reply or do anything for that matter. I was, once again, froze and somewhat panicked. His tongue kept teasing my ear and finally he went and grasp one of my boob over my t-shirt.

The other guys shared a look wondering if they should just take what they wanted as well and the "Leader of the pack/Coworker" motioned them to serve themselves. Ever so slowly, they have me down on my back, against the hard wood floor and their hungry hands start touching my breasts. I look back at them, unable to move but also, not wanting to move. My best friend, who remained inactive so far gets closer to me as well. However, his intentions are clearly different, there is no desires in his eyes. Perhaps he remembers my story from the rape when I was 15. At first, he seems to think of a way to diffuse the bomb. As a guy, he probably knows how difficult it can be to stop a bunch of sex hungry dudes without getting violent. My eyes are fixed on him, pleading somewhat as to what I should do but also, pleading that he doesn't get into trouble.

My coworker is now pulling down on my pants with one hand to get access to my cunt while kissing and licking my neck. We all can smell my juice and it makes me feel veeery embarrassed. If any of the guy weren't turned on at this point, my smell did the trick. He slides two fingers along my entry, making noise while smearing my juice all over my labia. I close my eyes and feel the tears wanting to come out. I am filled with mix feeling of wanting this and the humiliation and fear of being pounded by these guys. I figure that none of them would probably wear condoms and will want to come inside me as well. This time, my coworker really starts talking dirty about how wet I am, how it is obvious that I've wanted to be fucked up good by a bunch of guys and he finally turns to my friend and invites him to have a taste of my wet pussy.

My friend looks somewhat horrified and doesn't seem to know how to handle the situation. He remains silent for a bit, gets up and ask the guy to leave me alone in a firm but nonthreatening voice. Since most of them are geeks, they kind of give in to his instructions, but without getting away from me. The battle between the "Leader of the pack/Coworker" and my friend begins. He keeps on playing with my pussy and says that since I want this so badly, there's no reason to stop now. He says that he will not hurt me, just fuck me like I deserve to be fucked and that everyone should be in on it or leave. Nobody moves for a bit and then, the "Leader/Coworker" start unzipping his pants letting show his bulging penis through his boxers. This time, my friend grabs me strongly by the arm and helps me up. He dares every last one of them to try and stop him just by a glare while I dress myself back nervously. I remember that I wanted to wipe out my juice but decided that now wasn't the time to even mention it.

We got out without saying a word, walked towards his car, again, neither him nor I were talking. We finally sat down and since he wasn't starting the car I dared a look in his direction. His hands were trembling and he wasn't smiling one bit. I thought to myself, "he is pissed out of his brain, fuck!! It's all my fault...what can I say, what should I say" He turned towards me with tears on his face, no bothering to wipe them out. At first he yelled at me, telling me how stupid I was to have gotten myself into this mess, how worried and scared he was, how humiliating it was to see his best friend being served like a buffet to a bunch of losers and so on. I couldn't utter a sound so I took it all in. Then he calmed down and asked if I needed something, anything, a drink, a hug, a slap, talking, walking, anything... he was so confused. He finally asked if he could touch my face gently. I said yes. While caressing my face he apologized for bursting out but made me swear that I would NEVER get myself into a situation like this. He reminded me how sex is a very strong need for men, that even the good guys can turn ugly at some point. He insisted on mentioning that he didn't get turned on by this at ALL, not even once. I didn't feel like talking so he just drove off and drop me home. Before he left, he told me that I shouldn't feel ashamed and that this jerk will probably avoid talking about any of this at work. I knew of course, that he was right and somehow I wasn't feeling ashamed. I could never get my courage high enough to tell him that I wasn't all that traumatized by tonight's event.

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To this day, I keep wondering how it would have been if things weren't interrupted. Of course, I was scared, but I knew that I wouldn't have seen this as a rape. It would have been, as I said, a very well staged gang-rape, but without regrets or need for calling the police. I'm pretty sure that it would have ended up with me being fucked for many hours seeing how young males can get their energy back quite fast. Finally we would have decided that it was all game and fun and that it's time to say goodbye. However, I am pretty certain that I wouldn't have been smart enough to force any of them to wear condoms and THAT would have been my biggest mistake.
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Ouf ! Congratulation for those who read the whole story ! Even I feel it was way too long, but I always need to give as many details as possible and follow the flow of my memories.

So, thank you readers and don't forget, there was a question at the beginning of this thread which was : Did you ever find yourself staging (consciously or unconsciously) a gang-rape or rape ?

Hope to read some great stories !