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3 Sisters and a Gangbang

By: Gian Erguiza - August, 2008

Los Angeles is a never ending party filled with a burning hot bed of women. On this particular night, this statement could not be anymore true. In my younger days of partying, it was always on all out debauchery where sexuality and flourished. Almost all the women I came into contact with were very pretentious and overtly sexual in one way or another. I guess you can blame it on the party scene, which were alcohol driven and drug induced.

The summer season had just begun and I was ready to start the summer with a bang. After a few calls to some friends, here and there, my friends and I got together and decided to head on over to a house party. Yes a house party, do those still even exist? We decided to head on over to a UCLA frat party along the outskirts of the UCLA campus.

Upon descending into the party, we decided to get hammered the only way we knew how: Drink as much as you can in the parking lot before going inside. Inebriated and aflamed, we were ready to party the night away.

For $5, free alcohol all night and no pat down, we entered the party. At first glance, I saw these three girls giving my friends and I, the eye. Not wasting anytime, my friend headed on over and got the conversation started. After a few drinks, few shots and some bumpin’ and grindin’, the boys and I invited the girls back to my friends place. But before we arrived at my friend’s place, we made sure that there was going to be no shortage of alcohol so we made a stop at the local liquor store.

One of the three girls decided to ride with me and my ride was a two-seater so it was just her and I. She revealed to me in the car that all three, were in fact sisters and that she, the prettiest one of course, had no trouble telling me that she wanted to sleep with me for the night. Sweet. On the way to my friends house, my new “friend,” let’s call her Janet, and I got hot and heavy in the car, fueling what was about to become great night for my friends and I.

Once inside the house, music starts blaring, drinks start flowing and things really start to heat up. My friends and I decided that in order for these girls to get more comfortable and uninhibited, we needed to increase the alcohol consumption. We started to play some drinking game where the loser obviously consumes the alcohol provided in the cup…..little did these girls know that our cups were being filled with water, theirs, white gin, straight. We didn’t need anymore alcohol, we were already hammered and wasted.

The drinking game gets going and the girl that rode with me whispers in my ear, “Let’s go to the room.” She didn’t have to ask me twice. We went into the room and started what we didn’t finish in the car. As we were getting it on, I feel a tap on my left ankle. To my surprise, two of my friends were on the floor with big smiles and thumbs up in the air, begging to get a piece. As I look into the girl’s eyes, she is conscious, determined and wanted more. I offered my friends on the spot and she didn’t took them like a champ, one after the other. I was in complete awe.

I decided to walk out of the room and check out what was happening with the other people in the house. As I was getting near the backyard door, I could hear loud chanting to the tune of “Go! Go! Go!” I quickly ran back there to find out what was going on and low and behold, the other sister was polishing my friend’s knob, in front of everyone. She was enjoying herself. She asked if anyone else was up to it and no one turned her offer down. What a whore! I thought to myself.

As Janet finished up with my friends, she asks me to drive her to the liquor store for more liquor. I told her the store was closed but she insisted. Needless to say, we went at it again in my backseat. Yeah, gross right? No. Not for a young man without a girlfriend and fresh into College. Talk about a nympho.

The third sister had passed out in the living room and she was way out of conscious to join the party. She drank way too much Gin and couldn’t hang. She was clueless to the debauchery going on in the house.

When I got back to the house, I noticed that everyone had moved the party from the backyard to the room. But what was so unnerving about the whole situation was, there was no chanting, no cups clanking and virtually no noise except for some moaning and grunting. What in the world was going on?

Janet then starts looking for her other sister, aside from the one passed out in the living room, and concludes that she is in the room with all 5 guys. She was right. Her sister was in the room, naked with five other half naked guys standing in a line. She freaks out. She starts cussing and pushing everyone away from her sister who is lying naked on the floor, barely conscious but conscious enough. She starts asking her if she’s been raped and took advantage of without her consent in which she replied, “No.” Janet was having none of it. By this time, she tells everyone to get the fuck out of the room. Everyone quickly dispersed without question.

Now I don’t know exactly what had happened in the room but from the looks of what I saw, she took all five guys since the other four, when we walked, were pulling up their pants with that smirk like they just got some. I never bothered to ask the guys what happened even though I had an idea cause the whole thought of it was just too much. I mean, how can my friends take advantage of this young girl who is intoxicated and barely conscious? The whole thing made me nervous like hell. Is Janet going to call the Police? Is Janet going to press charges? My mind was racing.

Janet decides to try to straighten it out herself. We all pile into the living room, now almost sober, and she starts shooting the questions. In the end, she figures that she’s not going anywhere with this and that they should just be brought home ASAP. Before leaving though, Janet threatens to kill whoever was involved if her sister comes forward to admit that she in fact had been raped. She wasn’t messing around, we later found out that Janet belonged to a notorious street gang from Los Angeles known for murder, drug trafficking and money laundering.

After the whole ordeal, I volunteered to steer the three girls home since I was the innocent one in this whole thing, besides, Janet didn’t trust anyone else. While driving the three girls home, they were arguing and screaming at each other while I drove quietly into the direction of their home. Before Janet got out of the car, I apologized, even though it wasn’t my fault, and all I got was the evil eye and the silent treatment. I don’t blame her.

Three days later, I got a call from Janet. Janet told me that her sister confessed to her that she was not raped and that she offered to take them all on just to be “Down for her shit” cause she thought that it was a right of path for “Down ass girls.” Pathetic. Janet also mentioned that her sister had told her that she was taking after Janet after partying with her a couple of times and Janet, the wild pretty one, would end up sleeping with someone from the club by the end of the night. Big Surprise. The kicker to this whole thing was, Janet’s sister who was previously thought to had been raped, turned out to be a virgin. I never told any of the guys just to steer clear of anymore complications to the situation. She obviously was not taught about values and the importance of staying celebat for the right one. After that call, I never spoke nor seen Janet and her three sisters ever again. Thank God.

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