My four best friends (Kabir, Rohan, Rahul, and Kiran) and I were sitting in our flat. It was the final year of college, and we had bunked class. It was mid-day, and we were all having a beer and smoking, talking about revenge and gangbang sex.

All of us came from rich backgrounds, with a ton of political connections, directly and through our family. Even our admission into an engineering college and making it this far involved some sort of pulling strings. No one dared to mess with us, even the college authorities.

We had taken a flat together very near the college to have all the freedom that we wanted. None of us were bothered about academics. We spent most of our time drinking and smoking. Our only other pleasure was sex.

Many girls would come over willingly for ‘favors.’ It was no secret that we could influence anyone for the right price. For boys, it was money. For girls, it was their body – no exceptions for students or staff.

We knew how to deal with girls. Depending on the girl, one of us would have her. We took turns sometimes flipping the order if it was a girl one of in particular was interested in. Once one of us had sex with a girl, we would always find a way to bring her back so that the others could have their turn.

It was rare for us to gang up on girls us each of us was greedy in that sense. But on the rare occasion, we would do it. Mostly it would be two or three of us at a time when we all had eyes for a girl and couldn’t wait for the next time. All five of us together were the rarest of all and the last time was with a senior.

Our senior had gotten placed with a decent package but got a backlog after that in her 7th semester. She was cute with a round face and a petite body. It was Kiran who had his way with her for a whole night, stealing her virginity (of all her holes, I must add) in the process.

She left early in the morning sore and barely able to walk. But ‘mysteriously’ cleared her backlog the week in a revaluation she never applied for.

Kiran got lucky. As none of us were impressed by her petite build, we let him skip places with Rahul, unaware that the girl was a virgin. None of us knew it till we saw the bloodstains on the bedsheet the next morning. It made the rest of us jealous.

Girls who came for favors were never virgins and were mostly sluts. The only virgins we got to fuck were girlfriends we made during the initial years in college. With our reputation growing and the fact that we would eventually share had made making girlfriends impossible.

We lay in wait till the end of the next semester and invited her over again. She was visibly scared but came over nonetheless. Kiran lay the offer before her. For each of us that she had sex with, she would get the top grade in a subject. She had four subjects – there were four of us left.

“Do you take me for some slut?” She asked angrily as we surrounded her.

“Yes,” I whispered in her ear from behind.

She didn’t realize that I had snuck up so close behind her. I put my arm around her waist and the other inside her shirt.

“Kiran was right. Her boobs are small, but they feel firm and shapely,” I said as the others smiled. She didn’t resist one bit as I caressed her breasts with my hand.

“Alright, the offer has changed,” said Kabir, “All five of us are going to fuck you. Together. Now. Or you fail all your semesters this year, what do you say?”

She left the next morning sorer than the last time. Her fair skin was red all over, and her belly was overflowing with cum. All her holes were tight though Kabir had penetrated her before me. It was obvious that she did not have any guys after Kiran. We never heard from her after that, nor did we bother to check.

Such was life till the week before. Two first-years had waged war against us and failed. Abhishek and Neha were childhood friends. They eventually started dating and ended up in the same college. Abhishek was athletic and okay looking, while Neha was a pretty Mallu and had a well-developed body for a 19-year-old.

The week prior, we were all sitting in the canteen when the duo walked in. Noticing Neha’s curves, we passed a few comments and whistles. After ignoring us for a while, Abhishek took matters into his own hands and confronted us. Neha went on to call everyone watching for not raising their voice against us.

This pissed off Rohan, who grabbed Neha’s boobs from behind in full view on everyone. Rahul and I tripped over Abhishek, who charged to his girlfriend’s rescue. Neha couldn’t do anything as the well built Rohan spun her around once in the air, still holding her by the breasts.

The rest of us were laughing at Abhishek, who was struggling to get up. Some in the crowd were also laughing. Rohan kissed Neha on the cheek before finally letting her go. All of us walked out of there as a teary-eyed Neha helped up a fuming Abhishek.

Unaware of our influence, the two of them tried to file a complaint. When they realized that it was useless, they moved to Facebook and put up statuses. Abhishek put up a post naming all of us and calling out the crowd while Neha uploaded a picture of Rohan with a #metoo tag.

From her profile, it was obvious that she was a feminist. Every post she shared was something of the kind to the point we decided that she was a feminazi. The Facebook posts blew up the issue and had us worried for a while. But later, without influence, we were able to turn the tables.

As it stood now, no witnesses were willing to talk. So due to ‘lack of evidence,’ the whole issue was closed. The two of them had to remove their posts, but we were not done.

We had invited Abhishek and Neha over and were waiting for them. The two were aware that they were in trouble and were coming over to negotiate. But it turned out, only Abhishek came over. He was visibly scared. Kiran and I decided to talk to him while the others sat smoking behind us.

Abhishek repeatedly kept saying sorry and that he didn’t know who we were.

“That chick’s breasts were really soft,” said Rohan to the other two with him, but loud enough for everyone to hear. Abhishek’s face twitched. “I swear I felt her nipples hardening as I grabbed her.”

Abhishek was trying hard not to react.

“Is something wrong,” I asked.

“No.”

“Where’s Neha?”

“Please, I’ll talk to her. I’ll make sure that she doesn’t make any more issues,” Abhishek was pleading.

“So she doesn’t want to apologize, does she?” asked Kiran. “Why don’t you call her here. Let us all have a chat.”

He tried pleading a few more times but eventually convinced Neha to join us. While we waited, Rahul snatched the phone from Abhishek and, despite his protest, started to go through his stuff.

There were a ton of pictures of Neha on it. It seemed like the two of them were regularly sexting. Neha had sent pictures of herself in every angle. All of us took turns going through the pictures. Her body was even better without clothes.

Nice full and perky boobs, comfortable a B cup but looked bigger on her thin body. She had a perfect hourglass shape and a slit of a pussy that looked juicy and tight.

By the time Neha showed up, all of us were hard from the pictures. Abhishek looked terrified. She was in a white and grey salwar kameez, but she looked annoyed rather than scared.

“You want to apologize?” asked Rahul.

“No. Why should I? You should apologize,” she replied scowling.

“Bad choice,” I said and showed her the pictures on Abhishek’s phone. He was looking at the ground. She looked horrified and asked Abhishek in a trembling voice, “You didn’t delete it?”

“No, he didn’t,” said Kabir, who started groping her the same way Rohan had. His arms had already wandered inside her salwar when he said, “You don’t want it to leak now, do you?”

Neha was quiet. She knew what was coming and tried to keep a straight face. I knelt in front of her and took off her bottoms. I felt her over her panties as well before removing them. Her salwar and bra were off in no time, and she stood stark naked in front of us.

She still kept a straight face. Abhishek wanted to look away, but we made him look at her.

“You get a live show today,” said Rahul as he started to feel her boobs.

“Did you teach her how to kiss?” asked Rohan and kissed her on the lips without waiting for Abhishek’s reply. His expression made it clear that Rohan just stole Neha’s first kiss.

I took the chance to lick her clitoris. She couldn’t keep a straight face anymore as she parted her lips and closed her eyes. I increased speed, and she had to let out a moan.

“Well then, I’ll have to teach her,” said Kiran and stole her second kiss. Her mouth was parted, so he pushed his tongue in all the way to her throat. Rohan and Rahul took off their pants, exposing their erect tools, and placed one each of Neha’s hands. She instinctively started to rub them.

The three of us let her go, and Neha collapsed to her knees. Her mind wanted to resist, but her body wanted to enjoy it. I pushed my dick inside her mouth. She struggled to give her first blowjob, but I still shoved it down her throat. She gagged and pulled out only for Rahul to put his dick in. Then Rohan put it in.

I didn’t find her blowjob pleasurable, so I let the other four enjoy. She seemed to have learned quickly as Kiran came inside her mouth. Cum was leaking over the side, and she was panting heavily.

I made Abhishek sit on the couch, and we lay her on his lap. I parted her legs well enough for him to see as I entered her tight pussy and took her virginity. Neha screamed from the pain but started moaning as I moved inside her.

Abhishek was aroused and had a bulge in his pants. His girlfriend was lying on top of it, and she could feel it just as well as my tool that was penetrating her. The other four were getting restless as I kept pumping her and grabbing her boobs. Even Kiran was hard again. As I picked up the pace, I felt her body tighten as she had an orgasm.

Her tightness made me explode as well, filling her up with semen. As I pulled out, my cum and her juices started flowing out mixed with blood. I wiped it off with her salwar and took a seat to rest.

Kabir went next and turned her over. Neha’s cheeks were on Abishek’s boner. Kabir attempted to penetrate Neha’s ass as she lay there, offering no resistance. Her mind had given up, and her body was now enjoying.

Kabir finally managed to penetrate her depths but came quickly on her back owing to the tightness. He cleaned her with the salwar as well and joined me to rest.

Kiran wanted more. He made Abhishek move and entered Neha’s pussy in doggy style. Her boobs swayed each time he pounded her, and she was moaning insanely. Rahul didn’t want to wait anymore and joined in, putting his dick in her mouth.

Rohan, too decided to join and slid underneath her. Kiran switched to her ass as Rohan penetrated her. The insane triple fuck went on for some time, and for a moment, I considered all five of us entering her. The three of them switched positions, and she came twice before all three were done.

There was cum in all her holes, and Neha lay on the couch exhausted. There was a wetness in Abhishek’s pants that he had also cum a few times over the episode.

Abhishek went over and stroked Neha on her hair. She looked at him with a blank expression. I went to Abhishek and handed him the phone. “You two realize that the screen turned off a long time ago and that none of us know the password, right?” I asked and walked away.

The two of them spent the night there, and all of us took turns fucking Neha again. We didn’t let Abhishek watch this time. In the morning, she was a total mess. We let her take a shower and get clean. But she was still sore and visibly bruised from all the rough action.

Her salwar was all messed up, so we made her wear Abhishek’s shirt. I purposefully took out one button from it and didn’t return her bra, making her cleavage exposed. Abhishek took a spare shirt from me. The two of them had to walk through the campus in the morning to their hostels.

We never again got involved with the two of them. Neha got pregnant from the incident, and rumors were floating around that it was Abhishek’s doing. There was also another set of rumors going around involving us.

Either way, the incident enhanced our reputation, and no one ever dared to mess with us again.