A College Memory: The Light Music Club

When I was in college, I joined a light music club, but I was only called when it was convenient for them.
It was rarely one-on-one; usually, a few people would gather at someone's house, and that was the pattern.
We even did it at the school's pool on a summer night.
There was also a time when I was left in just my underwear at an izakaya.
I was gang-raped at a welcome party, and from there, it continued until graduation.
I think the number of people I experienced was about 30.

Now, I'm proudly working as a teacher!

When I hadn't decided whether to join the club yet, I think I went to a drinking party they were having.
It must have been a welcome party.
I had been invited by a senior from the same department and the same high school, and he was the only one whose name I knew.
I was anxious to go alone, so I brought a friend from the same department to the izakaya where the drinking party was held.
The club was mostly men, with only me, my friend, and two other girls.
I later found out that those two girls were in complicated relationships, dating and breaking up with guys in the club.
That senior was my high school friend's boyfriend, and we often went to karaoke together.
When I entered the same university, they had already broken up, but he invited me to join the light music club.

The party got quite lively, and everyone was in a good mood, so we decided to have a second party at the senior's house.
By then, my friend had already gone home, and it was just me and one female senior.
There were about 7 or 8 guys, I think.
But it wasn't erotic at all; it was bright and fun.
As the drinks progressed, the conversation somehow turned erotic.
I was drinking too, so I don't remember much, but when I realized it, the female senior and a few male seniors had disappeared, leaving me with three seniors and one peer.
We kept drinking, and before I knew it, I had fallen asleep.

The next thing I noticed was a strange feeling in my crotch.
A senior had inserted his finger into me.
Surprised, I looked around and saw everyone was asleep.
I quietly refused, but the senior intensified his finger movements.
He had a scary face, unlike his usual gentle self.

I endured it, suppressing my voice, but the senior didn't care and quickly inserted himself.
He didn't say a word and kept thrusting intensely.
In that situation, others woke up and forced me to perform oral sex.
It felt like I was being violated mechanically, without anyone saying anything.

I felt like I was being treated like an object.

Three seniors took turns inserting themselves, and during that time, I kept performing oral sex on someone, but I became very excited and climaxed multiple times.
The seniors seemed to enjoy saying various lewd words.
They seemed to understand that I was feeling it.
At some point, the peer had apparently gone home.
We did it several times until morning, then slept, and finally went home in the evening.

And that was the first time.
Sorry for not being very detailed.

After that, the senior from the same high school became cold towards me, only calling me when he wanted to do it.
I spent four years being treated like that by everyone.
But it's true that I was excited by being treated so miserably.

Now, it's a nostalgic memory.

I wonder how everyone is doing.