My name is Victoria. I am 37 years old today, living by myself in a quiet apartment in Queens, New York. I am still single. No serious relationship, no marriage, no children. When friends ask me why I never settled down, I just laugh and say I enjoy my freedom. But the real reason goes back to one crazy night during my first year in college.

I came to New York from a quiet town in Pennsylvania when I was 18. I was a curvy girl and always got attention. College life in Manhattan was exciting and overwhelming. I joined parties almost every weekend to make friends.

It happened during spring break in my freshman year. I was 19. There was a big house party near the campus. I wore a short red dress that hugged my body tightly and showed a lot of cleavage. I drank too that day. I felt hot, confident, and a little dizzy.

I went upstairs with Jamal, one of the popular guys on the basketball team. He was tall and had a deep voice. We started making out on the bed in one of the empty bedrooms. He pulled my dress down and sucked me. I was moaning and very wet. Then the door opened.

Five of his friends walked in—all guys from the same group. My heart started racing. I said, “Wait… what is this?” but everything was blurry from the alcohol. They locked the door and surrounded the bed. Six guys in total.

They began touching me everywhere. Hands on my breasts, my ass, and between my legs. They removed my dress completely. I was naked. One guy put his cock in my mouth while another spread my legs and entered me. It was Jamal first. He fucked me roughly. I could not stop moaning even though part of me was scared.

After he came inside me, the next guy took his turn. They passed me around like that. All six of them entered me that night. Some fucked me missionarily, some from behind. One guy made me ride him while two others sucked on my breasts. Another slapped my ass hard while pounding me doggy style. They came in on me, on my face, on my breast. It went on for almost two hours.

I remember feeling full, sore, and strangely turned on at the same time. When they finally finished, I lay on the bed covered in their cum, tired and in shock.

After college I tried to have normal relationships, but something had changed inside me. I would get bored with regular sex. I wanted the thrill and roughness again, but no guy could give me that without making me feel used. I broke up with every man who came close. Now at 37, I am still single. I work as an office administrator. I go on dates sometimes, but I never let anyone get too serious.

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