Briana sat far back in the
auditorium away from her usual place. She needed time to think.
Fortunately the subject matter of the lecture was nothing new to her.
She could practically recite it herself. Professor Latimer was a kindly
old gentleman. His droning voice was perhaps the most imitated by the
underclassmen. The young college freshman smiled fondly. She really
liked the professor even though she often had to find ways to keep
herself awake in his class. Usually a Starbucks Grande would do the
trick. This morning, she was just as tired as any other, but she was far
more preoccupied from the Instant Messages from last week.
Briana was raised as a very moral girl, and still held a strict adherence to her faith.
She found her friends preoccupation with premarital sex disturbing. In response her peers, even in this most Catholic University, found her stance on the matter quaint and rather odd.
It seemed the more she tried to avoid the subject, her friends and classmates kept bringing it up to her. She felt it as a challenge at first, but the constant questioning and even friendly taunts bothered her. Her friend, Beth, with whom she shared the dorm room told her that some of the girls had settled on an unofficial nickname for her. "Blessed Briana" they were calling her. Beth explained that it was not even that Briana did not want to engage in premarital sex that earned her nickname. It was that she had vehemently held her ground on the subject of oral sex. It was pretty much a given in this day and age that the girl was supposed to give head to her boyfriend, and sometimes even to a male friend. "There is nothing really wrong with it," Beth said. "Have you," Briana asked? "No," Beth answered, "but I do not let people know I do not either." Briana and Beth then commiserated on the facts that no matter what the girl did or did not do, if a boy said she had sex with him, there would be no one who stand up for her.
Though Briana's other friends had tried to change her mind on the subject, Briana knew that oral sex was still sex. She had promised herself that she would stay true until marriage. But it seemed that every one she spoke with seemed to think it was no big deal. The blowjob, as it was called, had virtually replaced the good night kiss. She had just started dating, and she had noticed that the boys though polite and interested on the first date, never called her again.
So when she chatted with Maureen, last week, her out of town friend had outlined how she felt about "popsicles". Popsicles was a code word used among the younger crowd for giving head. Briana liked popsicles, (the real ones) so when her friend replied with a LOL, essentially laughing at Briana's responses, she flushed red. Maureen patiently explained step by step. Briana was of course very surprised at how much Maureen knew, assuming it was from first hand experience. As the girls chatted, Briana felt wet and warm on the furry patch between her legs.
There were rules, Maureen, told her. Just because a girl gave head it did not mean that she was a "cocksucker". That word was reserved for those girls (and guys) who would just do it for anyone. Maureen cautioned Briana that she did not have to love the guy, but she should at least like and respect him. Putting her head into the lap of a guy was a very personal thing, for both of them. She tried to remember the rules.
1)Always have tissues and sanitizer to clean up afterwards.
2)Suck him on an empty stomach so you don't get sick, and lose your lunch on him.
3)No matter how he pushes your head down, always hold your hand on his penis so that it does not go so far down that you gag.
4)Breathe.
5)Take your time and enjoy it.
6)Do not swallow, because it disgusting, unless you really love him.
Briana had practiced in private, as suggested by her friend with a banana. She had actually done rather well. She first used a small banana, but recently was able to fit a rather large one all the way to the back of her throat. She was almost proud of her new found talent. Secretly she really hoped it would always remain just a banana.
But, last night's conversation with Maureen had truly bothered her.
Maureen had recommended that she try her new found skills out on a real boy. She had even gone so far to arrange the tryst with a boy she knew online, which Briana felt was really going too far. "He is a bit too infatuated with himself, but he is a really nice guy, and cute too." Briana knew she could not back out without insulting a best friend. Maureen apologized in a half-hearted way. "Think of it as an undercover investigative report," she laughed in a knowing way, thinking she was doing Briana a big favor. "After all, if you don't like it, no one will ever know. David promised to be discreet."
As Briana sat half-listening the droning voice of Professor Latimer, the cute girl thought back to a conversation with her Godfather, Nathan, several years ago. He had cautioned her not to allow herself to be pressured, and even offered to buy her condoms in case she wanted to experiment.
The poor man was nervous, and obviously quite concerned. She saw the relief in his face when she had told him she did not need any, as she would be pure. How disappointed he would be with his Goddaughter now, she thought?
Her curiosity was getting the better of her. As a journalism student she knew she would need to be more accepting of other people. She also knew she would have to be able to try new things. She had thought her first excursion would be more of exotic fruits, and not a young man's penis. She thought it best to follow Maureen's recommendation,
"After all, it is just one time. Who would find out?"
She heard the professor winding down his lecture. Briana came back into reality.
She had several hours until her next class, and she had chosen this time to meet with David and give him the blowjob.
Even the word "blowjob" sounded so course. She could not believe she was actually going to do it!
Briana took a few minutes to check herself out in the Ladies room. Standing less than five-foot, the Eurasian teenager always thought she was too chunky. She rejected the statements of others that she was just perfect and beautiful. Turning to her side, she observed her round B-Cup breasts lifted and nearly spilled out of her tight brassiere. Though she felt she had no real difference in her waist, her hips flared giving her a bell-shaped figure. She had seen that boys (and now men) would give her a second and even a third glance. But she felt just too average. Her parents tried to be supportive, saying she was pretty. But they always scolded her for showing too much with her low cut blouses offering her a view of her cleavage. She had shaved her pubic area after unsuccessfully trying to shape a landing strip (as it was called).
It was her Godfather, Nathan, who always told her she was beautiful. She knew better than to respond to his praises. Anything she did, he seemed to praise her. And Nathan was an odd man that always seemed to be there when she needed help. When she started college, the family was surprised to see that he eagerly handed her the keys for his car, when her parents refused to lend her theirs. That caused a stir with her parents, especially her mother, MaryAnn. He bought her clothes when he found something he thought she liked, and did not get upset, when she exchanged it for something else. She knew he was infatuated with her, but she saw it like "courtly love," as she had read about in the medieval poems and songs. Her parents seemed to thrive on putting him down quite regularly to her. But, they never seemed to refuse his generosity when he paid for dinner for all of them.
He said he loved her like the daughter he could never have. She knew there was more to it, but felt best not to challenge the old man. She did not want to break his heart. She thought about what she was about to do, and knew her parents would be horrified. Nathan might understand, though still believing her unwise. Sometimes she wished she could be closer to him. But Briana, like her mother could be cold. He was so willing to be her protector and provider. It was hard for her to understand. Was he 'needy' like her father? He did not seem the type. Did he have feelings for her, as her father intimated to her? The thought creeped her out.
When Briana arrived at the Fraternity House she was relieved to find that most of the boys were out. "David would be down soon," said his friend, and he showed her to the parlor. She thought she saw him give her a knowing wink, but the moment passed.
Her nerves must have been getting to her.
The co-ed surveyed the room like a general looks over a prospective battlefield. The old library had a big fireplace and several comfortable but singularly ugly stuffed chairs and one long beaten up sofa. Her eyes had to adjust to the sharp light. The room was awfully bright even for a room where people would be reading books. Briana tried to find a comfortable chair. The sofa seemed too seedy. Choosing one stuffed chair with wooden lion paws as legs the young lady dusted the seat as best as she could, before sitting down. This seat was only slightly less ugly than another. The college freshman sat for a bit, albeit rather uncomfortably. She really wanted to leave, and hoped David would just forget the whole thing. Briana checked her phone for the time. She would give him fifteen minutes and then she was out of there!
Briana took her time to look over the room, from her vantage place on the stuffed chair next to the sofa.. The library was an eclectic collection of oddities rather than an organized place of learning.
Book cases on the walls loomed with volumes that had probably not been opened in decades. The tables and chairs were not matched, and ill kept. About the newest thing in the room was an entertainment center directly across from her. It seemed a maze of electronics, some of which were old and clearly not used. The girl recognized an old eight track tape player along side a new Blue Ray DVD / MP3 player. A large trophy sat dead center.
As she sat there in silence she heard an unmistakable click. Looking around there seemed to be no source, and Briana thought it was just her nerves. She knew that sound, as it was familiar. Why could she not place it?
The girl was counting down and was almost ready to leave when David entered the room and calmly introduced himself. The young lady was caught off guard, as she had not seen him enter the room. The boy was tall and handsome. His blonde hair hung down almost to his shoulders. Briana would have laughed at his muscular figure in his silly silk robe, but she knew the reason why he was dressed as he was.
"Maureen said you were pretty, but even your pics don't do you justice," David said in a way to ease into the conversation and to get down to the business at hand.
"Here, let me take that,: he said, as he took the co-ed's light jacket and backpack from her hands. "Heavy books," he said, "planning to graduate in one year," he added as a joke.
"No, I am a freshman," Briana stammered an answered. David smiled, realizing her nervousness. "She's really naive," he thought.
The boy who had answered the door for her came in the room with a tray. He had brought drinks for them. Looking at David for approval, he placed her drink carefully down on the table on the left side of the couch. Briana was alarmed that now there would be two boys who would know what she was going to do. "Oh my Lord," she thought, "what if he watches me?"
As in answer to her question, David said, "Tom is very discreet. He will make sure we are not disturbed."
An awkward moment passed, and then David spoke. "Did Maureen mention the fee?"
"Fee," Briana queried him? "Well she said you were doing research," he smiled, "after all we students have to help each other out."
Standing and feeling quite indignant, she realized this might be her chance just to forget the whole thing. "I don't believe this," Briana began. "I only have twenty dollars," she said, opening her purse. David's hand scooped up the bill. "It is normally fifty, but I will give you the underclassman rate."
Before she could object, David stepped closer and placed his long fingers firmly on her rounded buttocks. He squeezed gently. She was soft and round. Her cheeks curved in like two perfect melons side by side. The crevice between these mounds of desirable girl flesh was wide enough for even the thickest of cocks. "This girl's body is a fucking sexual amusement park," he thought to himself.
The little co-ed could not hide her revulsion that David had decided of all the places she would have her first oral experience was on the big ugly sofa. It was clearly worn and well used. The sofa had the mixed hues associated with cat puke, and smelled almost as bad. At least the sheet that covered the part she was on was clean.
If David had recognized her discomfort, he did not let on. Clearly, the young man was trying to be cool about what they were going to do.
After a few minutes of idle chit chat and a few annoying clicks from goodness knows where, David smiled slowly opened the robe. "Let's see what you know," he purred.
Briana nearly gasped seeing the hardened appendage. She had seen a penis before. Her dad coming out of the shower was less than careful once in a while, but she had never seen one so long or hard before. Had she realized that he was actually less than average, extending four inches and rather thin she may have been less impressed? His foreskin made him look bigger. David appeared to be pleased by her reaction.
David took off the robe and sprawled length-wise on the sofa.
"May I touch it," Briana politely asked with a hushed whisper. David suppressed a laugh, and nodded, "yes".
The young freshman changed position on the couch so she now was kneeling toward the naked young man with his legs spread wide. He made it slightly difficult for her to reach him, as his left one leg on the floor while the other stretched the length of the old sofa. Briana had to lean from her kneeling position on the couch. She moved her hand pulling the foreskin down, just as Maureen had told her to do (like peeling a banana). With her index finger she gently caressed the helmet shaped cock-head. She dug her finger into the widening pee-hole and smeared the clear pre-cum over the phallus.
"What am I doing," Briana's mind screamed, as she slowly rubbed his manhood.
But even as her mind objected, her body was reacting in ways she could not realize.
Wetting her lips with the tip of her tongue, the girl reached back for her cup. She wanted to taste her drink, hoping the taste of the drink would make the sweat-like scent of the young man's penis less offensive. David signaled her to stop, and cautioned her. "Best not now," he said quickly..."you will want the drink later." Briana nodded remembering "the rules." She did not want to get sick to her stomach. Feeling sexy, she slowly opened her blouse.
"Take it off, baby," David said. "Show me those cute little titties."
Briana flushed red, embarrassed at his request, and then realized exactly what she was doing and about to do. She reasoned that this was just part of the ritual. Besides, she did not want to get her new blouse messy with semen. It was a gift from her Godparents, and she already felt guilty without adding insult to them. Besides, he was naked. Going topless was the least she could do to return the favor. Briana ignored the strange clicking noises, as she clumsily unbuttoned the blouse and then unclipped the hooks to open her bra. Her breasts bounced and both she and David laughed.
It seemed like an eternity that she stared down at the one eyed snake before she opened her mouth and licked the arrow shaped tip. She heard David sigh appreciating the sensation. Urged by his gentleness, Briana began to take him further into her mouth, rolling her tongue and drawing circles around the mushroom-shaped crown. The lower classman was enjoying masturbating the young man with her mouth. Briana began to lick him in earnest as she had practiced on the fruit earlier in the week. An overachiever since the age of twelve, Briana knew that sucking this young man's cock may not the best thing she had ever done, but as far as the pleasure she was both giving and receiving, it was not so very bad.
Even though the handsome young man had bathed, there was a definite male scent which she balked at. Crinkling her nose, she was able to ignore it at first. Briana opened her mouth wide and closed her eyes. Sliding her mouth down onto his fleshy spear, she was able to fill her mouth with his man-meat. Slowly Briana sucked on his hardened cock. She rolled her head up and down, suckling his penis like a baby drinks from a mother's breast. Like eating a Popsicle, she sucked his penis. He repositioned her head slightly. Her head was now Josephbing slowly up and down in his lap. His hardened member was slick with the pretty college girl's saliva.
He began to give her instruction which she eagerly followed. Slow and easy she sucked him at first, and then he urged her to go fast and hard. She began to taste his pre-cum. It was odd though that he would always seem to place her head so she would see the old entertainment center.
Feeling guilty for the sensual pleasures, her eyes focused on the trophy. She began to pay attention more to the odd clicks she heard. They were occurring in rhythm, almost as if they were urging her to suck longer and deeper.
David was now holding her head, pushing back her hair out of her face. She forgot the rules and began taking him deep into her throat. She did gag twice, and he graciously stopped allowing her to catch her breath.
She could feel his urethra throbbing and knew he was about to ejaculate.
She tried to pull away, but he was firm. His penis seemed to have a life of it's own as spurt after spurt of hot semen fired into her throat. "Suck me you little bitch," he cried out! She had no options. "No, I cannot do this... I do not love you," her mind screamed. Unable to do anything but obey his demand, Briana, sucked and swallowed until the torrid spurts what seemed to be an endless stream of sticky foul tasting cum finally abated.
David finally released her and she pulled her face away. Briana took several deep and long breaths. The young college girl had not known how much of the vile cum she had been force-fed by the now fully sated sex god.
Her tongue felt swollen and her throat burned. She had breathed too hard, and her chest was hurting her. Opening her mouth, she could taste her own vomit and David's semen. Opening her mouth wide to get her breath, instead Briana belched loudly. Sperm bubbles broke, and the vile white jism spewed from her mouth, dripping from her swollen lips onto her naked breasts which were now glistened with perspiration. "Excuse me," she exclaimed. David laughed loudly. "They will remember you for that," he said. Briana looked at the naked man with his now limp cock and was confused at the statement. "Who exactly were those who would remember her belch?" But, he did not explain himself, but only smiled broadly. Long strings of sticky white sperm hung from her swollen lips. Her throat that had been used as a surrogate vagina was sore and burned. Briana resisted the urge to empty her stomach of the disgusting mucus-like liquid.
David reached over and kissed her mouth, tasting his own semen on her lips. His tongue probed her mouth. When she did not respond, he said "So you really are a virgin?"
"Yes," she hoarsely replied. Well, you deserve your drink now. Briana took the cup as it was offered and drank it down in almost one sip... It was cold and sweet, with a slightly odd after-taste. She looked David in the eyes. She felt very guilty. She had betrayed her own morals, and for what? She imagined the disapproving look from her Godfather. Why she thought of Nathan at this moment instead of her own parents she did not know, but she wanted to cry. All of a sudden she began to feel sleep
His hands reached out fondling her breasts. She found it odd to resist after she had swallowed the young man's seed. But she was uncomfortable, none-the-less.
She was feeling faint. David was smiling, but it was not the nice smile she had noticed before. It was the smile she had often seen on the old men's faces as they ogled her.
"Come on Blessed Briana, give it up, you know you want to be fucked," he cruelly spate.
She tried to resist as his hands opened her pants, but her limbs would not respond.
She heard the clicking now, and then heard the unmistakable whir of a camera's speed shooter. "Oh my God," she thought. "He's taking pictures of me!"
Briana's vision failed and she became groggy. "Drugged," her mind seem to scream, but no words formed in her mouth! She felt rather than saw the other men come into the room. A familiar face came close to hers. The image was clear and then distorted. It was like looking into fishbowl. "I hope you liked your drink, sweetheart, I made it special for you!" The face moved and she saw his penis. He was smaller than David, but it was hard. Briana's face was forcibly held, as he raped her mouth. Sliding in and out, he tried to gag her, but he was too small. She tasted his hot pre-cum. He compensated for his inadequacy by controlling the helpless girl. He slapped her face, hard and fast. The drug kept her from feeling most of the pain. He pulled out of her mouth. She watched as his penis grew larger. The head seemed to expand, and the pee-hole opened. The virgin girl saw the semen as it formed on the cock head. Unable to move, Briana was forced to look at his hardened member as spurt after cruel spurt shamed her face.
"Hey," she heard someone say over the melee, "look at this tight pussy!" "She is a virgin," David replied, "that's not part of the deal!" "Fuck you, man," was the reply, "No," another protested, "Fuck her. Fuck that sweet little pussy!"
She tried to pull away, but they were too strong. She felt the thick arrow head pierce her virgin lips, and the monster size shaft enter her. She tried to scream, but could only manage a grunt. "Fuck, she's bleeding!" "She's a virgin, asshole!" "You mean she was a virgin!"
It seemed like hours that she was being violated. Beaten and humiliated. She wanted to pray for death. 'Would God hear her plea?' Her tears mixed with the vile cum that was dripping from her face, as her vagina was being pounded by one man after another.
Deeper they plunged their cocks into her tight hairless pussy and asshole, stretching them until she wanted to scream.
When Briana woke up, she was in her own dorm room. She tried to balance, but still felt wobbly on her feet. She fell back into an uneasy sleep, wishing all this was just a bad dream. She woke up with a start. Raising her head slowly, the room stirred. Holding onto the bed, she stood. Briana was able to half crawl, half walk her way to the bathroom.
Sitting on the toilet her anus ached. Her hand reached back and she probed her sphincter. Her normally tight asshole been widened with her violation she had suffered while unconscious. She felt disgust as the semen poured out over her fingertips and dripped noisily into the commode.
Her clothes were disheveled. She had been stripped and hastily dressed again.
Even in her confused state of mind Briana realized that her white cotton underpants and sports bra were missing.
Coming to her senses, she hoped in vain that it was all a nightmare. But one look in the mirror told her that it had happened and much worse besides. Her lips were swollen, and her face and hair was layered with ejaculate.
The young girl sat down on the commode and wept like a child. Her hands slid into the sticky mess that clotted on her matted hair. She would have to go to the doctor. The pain in her lower body confirmed the brutal rape. She was beside herself with rage and grief. "Stupid, stupid, stupid," she cried angrily to herself.
The call to her mother was blessedly brief. Briana could feel the concern and the love in her voice, but she also knew the disappointment. Her father would be spouting off about sins of the flesh, but she would deal with that later. MaryAnn, Briana's mom wanted her to call the police. The young co-ed was made a fool of, but was certainly no fool herself. She knew that she could never prove rape. The oral sex was not only consensual, but well planned. At best she might be able to prove was that she was drugged, but even at that, it may not show up in her blood test.
Her mom would be leaving the house presently to pick her up and take her home. They would make one stop first to see a lawyer, she said. "Call the police," MaryAnn told her. She thought she might as well. Briana had no less than nine hours to sit in her muck and wait.
When Briana hobbled down the stairs, she was surprised to see her Godmother, Miriam standing with her mother with a face that could have soured new cream. Briana wanted nothing to do with men, and was glad that her father and brother had stayed at home. The drive back home was long and slow. No one said a word for quite a while. But, Miriam' face betrayed her thoughts. There was disappointment, anger, and little sympathy.
The young woman was embarrassed that she had not been able to clean up before going to the lawyer's office. "It was just as well," Miriam told her. The more pictures of her in this condition would help prove the incident was as bad as it sounded. Men had a way of trivializing rape. Her godmother insisted on taking pictures. "If this was a rape, she will need proof," Miriam calmly said. Briana silently objected the "If this" statement.
"Of course it was rape," she wanted to scream. Flushed red, she wanted to answer her back, but she swallowed the words.
Briana wished for once that her Godfather had come instead. She would have been embarrassed to death, but she knew that he would never say anything as cruel, and certainly would never have found any guilt in her!
Briana lay in her bed at home. It had been nearly six months and the girl still found it hard how to reconcile her rape even to herself. Of course, her expanded belly would not let her forget. Being a devout Roman Catholic she could not condemn an innocent baby to death for the actions of her rapists. Some of her friends though she was brave, others just thought she was crazy. Virtually a prisoner in her own house, she had plenty of time to think about her plight. Based on a liberal estimate twenty or thirty men had savaged her. Because she had passed some of the semen in the toilet and flushed they would have never known. She understood that because she lay crumpled up after her attack that they had gotten scared thinking that they had killed her. Two of the young men had offered to drop her seemingly naked and lifeless body over the side of the bridge. Cooler heads prevailed and they carried her back into the dormitory. And no one saw anything!
If they had not been stupid, they would never have been caught.
The Fraternity as they called themselves was not even legal. They had their charter revoked from the national chapter over a year before on charges of wilding.
Those victims had withdrawn charges. Confident in their past escapades, they continued their heinous activities. But in this instance the fools actually caused their own downfall.
Maureen had called Briana several times, but Briana could not talk to her friend.
In her heart she knew that Maureen had not set her up, and probably believed that David would do exactly and only what he promised, if the others had not been there.
It was the release of the college girl's oral escapade and ultimate rape released on the Internet that had brought the law down onto the Fraternity, and involved the University.
The "Excuse Me Girl" had been a porn superstar without her knowledge. Her pictures circulated on so many websites, it was nearly impossible for anyone searching for porn not to find her. The full video was sold on line. A few clips including one of Briana belching semen and saying "excuse me" in her cute little voice were available for free.
Even those who did not watch pornography knew of the video.
Charges were filed and all but the most serious were quickly dropped. David and his friends were merely expelled from the University.
People who did not know her called her a slut. Briana was now the laughing stock of the school. Many of her friends deserted her. Few, like her friend Beth, stood firm.
Even her younger brother, Joey was nearly tossed out of school when he found some kids at school selling downloaded copies of his big sister's sex tape and pictures.
She knew before she heard that her scholarship was voided due to a moral clause. After all, the panel of men concluded that Briana did search out elicit sexual activity.
She would not be expelled, but no aid would be given her. For a poor student, the result was virtually the same.
It did not matter, though, as Briana knew she could never go back there anymore. Fortunately the school was not going to force her to pay for the classes she had already taken.
She had received several death threats for taking "those poor boys" to court. The most recent and serious had come only last night from a "private number." The man was breathing heavy. "I know where you live, bitch," the unfamiliar voice calmly spoke! "You better not be alone, or I will fuck you and kill you and my bastard you are carrying!" She was shaken. Her father told her to trust in God.
She dreaded seeing anyone, especially men. Her father had preached against her for a while until she ignored him. He made no bones about the fact that she had disgraced the family. But, when he asked for forgiveness for his rash statements Briana forgave him, but did not trust him anymore.
Her Godfather, Nathan, never judged her, and she appreciated it.
He had sent her e-mails and text messages which she never returned, offering her comfort and understanding. She did not answer any of them. He sent her flowers on her birthday. "Why would he still care for her?"
She knew that her lashing at all men had included him as well, and she had been rather mean to him. She wanted to feel sorry for him, but her heart was so full of anger and despair, she had no more room for love. She knew that she needed to tell him that she was not angry with him, but the words just never came out.
Today was Wednesday and the day he would bring dinner for them all. Since she had been home again, he had brought her a special treat each week. Sometimes it was just some special candy, other times Almond butter and raisin bread. She treasured each special taste treat, even though she never told him. She had decided to stay down in her room as usual. Her father had given excuses, but Nathan knew they were only kind lies so as not to hurt his feelings. Did her Godfather really understand her? She knew he truly loved her, just as he had promised he would. She did not know if she loved him. If so, it was certainly not anywhere near as strong as she loved him.
Her parents needed to go to Joey' school to deal with the latest situation where he had defended his sister's honor. Briana volunteered to stay home and wait for Nathan and Miriam to bring dinner. Nathan promised to call her on her cell phone when he left from the house. Briana had to prepare herself emotionally. The young woman thought back to the last time her Godmother had looked at her after the rape. She could still feel Miriam' icy stares. As cold as the older woman would be, the warmer and kinder her Godfather appeared.
They both loved her, but Briana could sense the distrust from the woman, and she did not know why.
Usually a very clean girl, Briana had been feeling depressed. She knew she smelled rather ripe between her legs, and it was getting noticeable even after just 2 days. The pregnant girl decided she would use the shower upstairs so she would hear the phone. She would get her clothes later. She had time. The robe was an old one and did not fit over her expanded belly. "Who would want to look at me now," she asked herself, leaving the front open? The cute little slit triangle had puffed to more than twice its size, and seemed to be constantly moist. She had begun to pleasure herself, alon in her bedroom. Drawing tight circles on her clitoris, she had brought herself to orgasm several times. She thought she might enMaryAnn a quick rub off in the shower, and felt guilty. She tried to think her decision through. But then again no one was home. She slowly stripped off her sweat suit and changed to the robe.
Throwing two towels over her shoulder and picking up her little tray of shampoo, conditioner and body wash she started her trek upstairs.
Stepping into the shower, it took forever to get the water to run hot. She turned it up higher than usual. The water sprayed against the shower door. She slid the door open, dropped her robe to the floor and stepped into the spray. The pulse of the hot water felt wonderful against her naked flesh. Relaxing, she slid her hand onto her rounded belly and massaged the baby bump. Reaching down, she touched the soft pussy hair and found her slit. Gently rubbing, she satisfied her present need. Briana knew she needed a man.
The girl was lost in thought. The sound of the phone ringing seemed to melt into her fantasy. "Oh, my..." she moaned. After a few rings, the answering machine played the default message: "no one is available to answer your call right now." That was not a dream! She hurried through the shower. Briana felt she had about ten minutes.
Outside in the car, Nathan was putting the food in the car. Miriam had been called away to a meeting and he had to put dinner together by himself. Rather than cook, he had purchase the food prepared. He placed the roasters into the box he would carry everything in with. He had found a blueberry Sangria that he wanted Briana to try. She would not have much, but he wanted to treat her like the princess he felt she was, more-so for the indignation she had felt. He was glad he had waited until he arrived and had gotten everything ready before he called. He wanted to surprise the family.
Carrying his heavy burden to the door, he rested the food on the milk box. He tried the door, and it opened. No surprise there. It just meant that someone was home.
He called inside, "Joseph? MaryAnn? Joey? Briana? Anyone?"
Hearing no reply, he opened the door and peered in. He was worried about the calls Briana had received. People were crazy. And Joseph was not taking it seriously.
But he was mostly afraid that Briana might do something stupid.
The girl was drying her hair when she realized the ten minutes was already up. Reaching for the robe she realized it was soaked through. "Damn," she said. With one towel around her chest, and the other on her head she stepped out of the bathroom. She was startled to see the electric lights were out. The candle light made her eyes strain. Someone was there. Did someone break in. She saw a figure in the dark. Stepping forward, she reached the baseball bat her father kept by the wall and swung. "Briana," she heard a familiar voice cry out in pain, as the heavy bat came down hard on his head and was deflected off his shoulder. The body fell to the floor. He looked up at her and she could see his face in the dim light. "Oh my God," she wept. "Nathan, have I killed you?"
Kneeling besides the collapsed man, she took the towel that was barely covering her ample breasts, and wiped the blood from the head wound. She had hit him by the eye-brow. It had bled but it looked superficial. She opened his shirt and felt for his breathing. Her soft breasts touched against the older man's chest.
"You cannot die, Nathan," she wept. She felt him tough her head. He managed a smile. He was saying something, but she could not understand his soft speech. She moved closer to hear. Her face was less than an inch from his. He was not speaking anymore. She turned his head. She did not know what to do. She pulled closer. Her lips were right against hers. She felt his warmth. His mouth found hers. She felt his tongue push past her teeth, probing for hers. She began to lick and suck. She felt his hands on her buttocks pulling her closer. She felt her libido flare and she was consumed by the heat of the moment. He gently, but firmly, was spreading her anal cheeks and massaged her widening crack. She was growing hot with the erotic massage. She kissed him harder, and faster. They stopped to breathe. She heard him say softly, "I love you, Briana, with all my heart. I loved you when you were just a little girl, but to my shame I fell in love with you as you matured. Can you forgive me?"
In the present situation and the wild passion, her mind raced with images and memories that had confused and perplexed her through the years. "Why did he want to be so close?" "Why did he buy her the clothes (that she hated mostly) and give her gift cards and books?" "Why did he write charming notes to her telling her she was like the daughter he never could have." It all made sense. He was in-love with her, and was being as clumsy with her as he had been in all the funny stories he told of his old girlfriends. And she noted those stories surely must have had passion like what he was showing her tonight that he had edited out.
"You love me," she asked, still incredulous? "More than anyone in the world"! "More than your wife, Miriam"? " I love my wife, dearly. But, to my shame, yes, I love you more than anyone else in the world"!
"Show me how you love me/"?
The walk to her room was a new experience. She walked quickly in front of her Godfather. She knew he was staring at her rear as she walked. She had always been a bit subconscious about the large roundness of her melon-like buttocks, but over the years had grown to appreciate the men staring at her. Now she felt odd, very odd. She had never been naked in front of a man until only recently. Now she was naked with a man who had professed an illicit adoration for her. And he was going to show her how much he loved her? They would fuck, no doubt, but she knew he would make it very special.
Reaching her room, he told her he needed to lie down first. He then positioned her so that she would sit on his face. Briana had heard of this, and thought it was kind of weird.
Now as she spread her legs and positioned her pussy over his face, she felt the moment had come. Everything else had been hormones. Now, it was her choice. Would she join him in an adulterous relationship? She then looked down in thought and realized that this was the only man who was showing her passion. So then was she using him now, as she had used his adoration to make herself feel special as she had grown into the beauty she was, until she was raped and publicly humiliated.
She lowered herself down on his face slowly. Second after second of anticipation was delicious torture. She then felt something wet and soft. Briana froze. She realized he was licking her up and down her wide slit from her clitoris to her anus. She then relaxed and sat down. Her body shook with an eruption of sensation. She knew she had had urinated on his face, but he did not seem to mind, His mouth assaulted her femininity and her resistance faltered. He was making love with his mouth to her. The thought and the feeling were far to great. She felt the pressure building. He pressed harder and harder. His tongue was opening her wide. He was sucking all of her juices.
She could not control herself. Her vagina released the hot and fragrant woman cum. The room was permeated with a scent not unlike sardines and sweet mango. She moved forward, reaching for his trousers. She nearly tore at his belt and opened his zipper. Her hands were shaking. She knew he must be nearly as excited as she was.
His penis was not over long, but thick. The red head was wide as a large mushroom and wet with shiny precum. Opening her mouth, she took him inside, She began to suck as Nathan had propped himself up.
He moved and she thought she had done something wrong. Getting up from the bed he moved her, and stood behind her. She felt his cock-head against her pussy lips. "No," she said, "I do not deserve this. I am not your wife." He tried to explain, but could only stammer. "Take me in my ass," she said. "I do not deserve your love."
Changing positions, he mounted her. The thick head pierced her sphincter, and entered her..
Briana bucked with pleasure and pain. They moved back and forth. Each thrust brought him in further. She knew he was only half way in, but she was feeling sick, He stopped, and they rested,
Nathan took the opportunity to clean up in her bathroom. He knew her in her most intimate places. He came back in her room, He reached for his clothes. "No," she said, "You need this and so do I"!
Taking him in her mouth, she renewed her efforts. His penis responded by growing hard and thick. She could feel the bulbous cock head expand, Briana had to position herself as the stiff member curved and filled her mouth. Now she began to slide her head back and forth. He got the idea. Holding his goddaughter's head steady, he began to rhythmically fuck her mouth. She swallowed his pre-cum. The girl felt she needed to be humiliated for how she had mistreated him all these years. She took his penis out of her mouth and tugged on the hardened member. She would take his seed on her face She could feel him ready, and closed her eyes. She felt the hot blobs of cum strike her on her cheeks, forehead, and lips, which she instinctively licked clean. "Not bad," she thought, tasting his seed. She would need to get used to his semen. She knew she would serve him, just as he served and had suffered in silence.
She almost laughed, knowing now that if she had consented to do this with Nathan instead of going to the Fraternity house she would not have been in this situation, and certainly not pregnant. "Fuck me," she said. "I need you inside me." Her Godfather grew hard very quickly. Spreading her plump thighs, he rubbed his bulbous helmet shaped dick-head against her soft cunt lips. Her soft vagina hair parted and she seem to explode into orgasm. Her feminine scent filled the room with. She smelled like sweet peaches and sardines. It was a combination that seemed hard, but he would forever find himself growing hard, smelling either even years later. The old man plunged his thick cock into the wet teen pussy. Rolling into her, she wrapped her legs around his hips. Digging her heels into his naked ass, she screamed out his name. "Nathan...fuck me!" Then she hear herself say "I love you, Nathan...I love you." The man arched his back and shot volley after volley of burning stick white semen into her womb. She pulled him close and squealed with delight.
Later dinner with the family was just a little awkward. The only one who did not seem affected was her dad. The man ate and ate, relishing every bite. Briana had decided to sit in her usual place next to her mom and brother. Nathan, at her suggestion, had left to go home to his wife. But it was her "glow" that confused her mom and brother. She had been sullen for so long, but now she was absolutely gleeful, and almost giddy. "I am glad you are feeling well, Briana," her mother said. Trying to make conversation, she added, "Did you take, your medicine, today?"
"Oh, yes, Mom," she answered. "I took the right medicine."
Briana was raised as a very moral girl, and still held a strict adherence to her faith.
She found her friends preoccupation with premarital sex disturbing. In response her peers, even in this most Catholic University, found her stance on the matter quaint and rather odd.
It seemed the more she tried to avoid the subject, her friends and classmates kept bringing it up to her. She felt it as a challenge at first, but the constant questioning and even friendly taunts bothered her. Her friend, Beth, with whom she shared the dorm room told her that some of the girls had settled on an unofficial nickname for her. "Blessed Briana" they were calling her. Beth explained that it was not even that Briana did not want to engage in premarital sex that earned her nickname. It was that she had vehemently held her ground on the subject of oral sex. It was pretty much a given in this day and age that the girl was supposed to give head to her boyfriend, and sometimes even to a male friend. "There is nothing really wrong with it," Beth said. "Have you," Briana asked? "No," Beth answered, "but I do not let people know I do not either." Briana and Beth then commiserated on the facts that no matter what the girl did or did not do, if a boy said she had sex with him, there would be no one who stand up for her.
Though Briana's other friends had tried to change her mind on the subject, Briana knew that oral sex was still sex. She had promised herself that she would stay true until marriage. But it seemed that every one she spoke with seemed to think it was no big deal. The blowjob, as it was called, had virtually replaced the good night kiss. She had just started dating, and she had noticed that the boys though polite and interested on the first date, never called her again.
So when she chatted with Maureen, last week, her out of town friend had outlined how she felt about "popsicles". Popsicles was a code word used among the younger crowd for giving head. Briana liked popsicles, (the real ones) so when her friend replied with a LOL, essentially laughing at Briana's responses, she flushed red. Maureen patiently explained step by step. Briana was of course very surprised at how much Maureen knew, assuming it was from first hand experience. As the girls chatted, Briana felt wet and warm on the furry patch between her legs.
There were rules, Maureen, told her. Just because a girl gave head it did not mean that she was a "cocksucker". That word was reserved for those girls (and guys) who would just do it for anyone. Maureen cautioned Briana that she did not have to love the guy, but she should at least like and respect him. Putting her head into the lap of a guy was a very personal thing, for both of them. She tried to remember the rules.
1)Always have tissues and sanitizer to clean up afterwards.
2)Suck him on an empty stomach so you don't get sick, and lose your lunch on him.
3)No matter how he pushes your head down, always hold your hand on his penis so that it does not go so far down that you gag.
4)Breathe.
5)Take your time and enjoy it.
6)Do not swallow, because it disgusting, unless you really love him.
Briana had practiced in private, as suggested by her friend with a banana. She had actually done rather well. She first used a small banana, but recently was able to fit a rather large one all the way to the back of her throat. She was almost proud of her new found talent. Secretly she really hoped it would always remain just a banana.
But, last night's conversation with Maureen had truly bothered her.
Maureen had recommended that she try her new found skills out on a real boy. She had even gone so far to arrange the tryst with a boy she knew online, which Briana felt was really going too far. "He is a bit too infatuated with himself, but he is a really nice guy, and cute too." Briana knew she could not back out without insulting a best friend. Maureen apologized in a half-hearted way. "Think of it as an undercover investigative report," she laughed in a knowing way, thinking she was doing Briana a big favor. "After all, if you don't like it, no one will ever know. David promised to be discreet."
As Briana sat half-listening the droning voice of Professor Latimer, the cute girl thought back to a conversation with her Godfather, Nathan, several years ago. He had cautioned her not to allow herself to be pressured, and even offered to buy her condoms in case she wanted to experiment.
The poor man was nervous, and obviously quite concerned. She saw the relief in his face when she had told him she did not need any, as she would be pure. How disappointed he would be with his Goddaughter now, she thought?
Her curiosity was getting the better of her. As a journalism student she knew she would need to be more accepting of other people. She also knew she would have to be able to try new things. She had thought her first excursion would be more of exotic fruits, and not a young man's penis. She thought it best to follow Maureen's recommendation,
"After all, it is just one time. Who would find out?"
She heard the professor winding down his lecture. Briana came back into reality.
She had several hours until her next class, and she had chosen this time to meet with David and give him the blowjob.
Even the word "blowjob" sounded so course. She could not believe she was actually going to do it!
Briana took a few minutes to check herself out in the Ladies room. Standing less than five-foot, the Eurasian teenager always thought she was too chunky. She rejected the statements of others that she was just perfect and beautiful. Turning to her side, she observed her round B-Cup breasts lifted and nearly spilled out of her tight brassiere. Though she felt she had no real difference in her waist, her hips flared giving her a bell-shaped figure. She had seen that boys (and now men) would give her a second and even a third glance. But she felt just too average. Her parents tried to be supportive, saying she was pretty. But they always scolded her for showing too much with her low cut blouses offering her a view of her cleavage. She had shaved her pubic area after unsuccessfully trying to shape a landing strip (as it was called).
It was her Godfather, Nathan, who always told her she was beautiful. She knew better than to respond to his praises. Anything she did, he seemed to praise her. And Nathan was an odd man that always seemed to be there when she needed help. When she started college, the family was surprised to see that he eagerly handed her the keys for his car, when her parents refused to lend her theirs. That caused a stir with her parents, especially her mother, MaryAnn. He bought her clothes when he found something he thought she liked, and did not get upset, when she exchanged it for something else. She knew he was infatuated with her, but she saw it like "courtly love," as she had read about in the medieval poems and songs. Her parents seemed to thrive on putting him down quite regularly to her. But, they never seemed to refuse his generosity when he paid for dinner for all of them.
He said he loved her like the daughter he could never have. She knew there was more to it, but felt best not to challenge the old man. She did not want to break his heart. She thought about what she was about to do, and knew her parents would be horrified. Nathan might understand, though still believing her unwise. Sometimes she wished she could be closer to him. But Briana, like her mother could be cold. He was so willing to be her protector and provider. It was hard for her to understand. Was he 'needy' like her father? He did not seem the type. Did he have feelings for her, as her father intimated to her? The thought creeped her out.
When Briana arrived at the Fraternity House she was relieved to find that most of the boys were out. "David would be down soon," said his friend, and he showed her to the parlor. She thought she saw him give her a knowing wink, but the moment passed.
Her nerves must have been getting to her.
The co-ed surveyed the room like a general looks over a prospective battlefield. The old library had a big fireplace and several comfortable but singularly ugly stuffed chairs and one long beaten up sofa. Her eyes had to adjust to the sharp light. The room was awfully bright even for a room where people would be reading books. Briana tried to find a comfortable chair. The sofa seemed too seedy. Choosing one stuffed chair with wooden lion paws as legs the young lady dusted the seat as best as she could, before sitting down. This seat was only slightly less ugly than another. The college freshman sat for a bit, albeit rather uncomfortably. She really wanted to leave, and hoped David would just forget the whole thing. Briana checked her phone for the time. She would give him fifteen minutes and then she was out of there!
Briana took her time to look over the room, from her vantage place on the stuffed chair next to the sofa.. The library was an eclectic collection of oddities rather than an organized place of learning.
Book cases on the walls loomed with volumes that had probably not been opened in decades. The tables and chairs were not matched, and ill kept. About the newest thing in the room was an entertainment center directly across from her. It seemed a maze of electronics, some of which were old and clearly not used. The girl recognized an old eight track tape player along side a new Blue Ray DVD / MP3 player. A large trophy sat dead center.
As she sat there in silence she heard an unmistakable click. Looking around there seemed to be no source, and Briana thought it was just her nerves. She knew that sound, as it was familiar. Why could she not place it?
The girl was counting down and was almost ready to leave when David entered the room and calmly introduced himself. The young lady was caught off guard, as she had not seen him enter the room. The boy was tall and handsome. His blonde hair hung down almost to his shoulders. Briana would have laughed at his muscular figure in his silly silk robe, but she knew the reason why he was dressed as he was.
"Maureen said you were pretty, but even your pics don't do you justice," David said in a way to ease into the conversation and to get down to the business at hand.
"Here, let me take that,: he said, as he took the co-ed's light jacket and backpack from her hands. "Heavy books," he said, "planning to graduate in one year," he added as a joke.
"No, I am a freshman," Briana stammered an answered. David smiled, realizing her nervousness. "She's really naive," he thought.
The boy who had answered the door for her came in the room with a tray. He had brought drinks for them. Looking at David for approval, he placed her drink carefully down on the table on the left side of the couch. Briana was alarmed that now there would be two boys who would know what she was going to do. "Oh my Lord," she thought, "what if he watches me?"
As in answer to her question, David said, "Tom is very discreet. He will make sure we are not disturbed."
An awkward moment passed, and then David spoke. "Did Maureen mention the fee?"
"Fee," Briana queried him? "Well she said you were doing research," he smiled, "after all we students have to help each other out."
Standing and feeling quite indignant, she realized this might be her chance just to forget the whole thing. "I don't believe this," Briana began. "I only have twenty dollars," she said, opening her purse. David's hand scooped up the bill. "It is normally fifty, but I will give you the underclassman rate."
Before she could object, David stepped closer and placed his long fingers firmly on her rounded buttocks. He squeezed gently. She was soft and round. Her cheeks curved in like two perfect melons side by side. The crevice between these mounds of desirable girl flesh was wide enough for even the thickest of cocks. "This girl's body is a fucking sexual amusement park," he thought to himself.
The little co-ed could not hide her revulsion that David had decided of all the places she would have her first oral experience was on the big ugly sofa. It was clearly worn and well used. The sofa had the mixed hues associated with cat puke, and smelled almost as bad. At least the sheet that covered the part she was on was clean.
If David had recognized her discomfort, he did not let on. Clearly, the young man was trying to be cool about what they were going to do.
After a few minutes of idle chit chat and a few annoying clicks from goodness knows where, David smiled slowly opened the robe. "Let's see what you know," he purred.
Briana nearly gasped seeing the hardened appendage. She had seen a penis before. Her dad coming out of the shower was less than careful once in a while, but she had never seen one so long or hard before. Had she realized that he was actually less than average, extending four inches and rather thin she may have been less impressed? His foreskin made him look bigger. David appeared to be pleased by her reaction.
David took off the robe and sprawled length-wise on the sofa.
"May I touch it," Briana politely asked with a hushed whisper. David suppressed a laugh, and nodded, "yes".
The young freshman changed position on the couch so she now was kneeling toward the naked young man with his legs spread wide. He made it slightly difficult for her to reach him, as his left one leg on the floor while the other stretched the length of the old sofa. Briana had to lean from her kneeling position on the couch. She moved her hand pulling the foreskin down, just as Maureen had told her to do (like peeling a banana). With her index finger she gently caressed the helmet shaped cock-head. She dug her finger into the widening pee-hole and smeared the clear pre-cum over the phallus.
"What am I doing," Briana's mind screamed, as she slowly rubbed his manhood.
But even as her mind objected, her body was reacting in ways she could not realize.
Wetting her lips with the tip of her tongue, the girl reached back for her cup. She wanted to taste her drink, hoping the taste of the drink would make the sweat-like scent of the young man's penis less offensive. David signaled her to stop, and cautioned her. "Best not now," he said quickly..."you will want the drink later." Briana nodded remembering "the rules." She did not want to get sick to her stomach. Feeling sexy, she slowly opened her blouse.
"Take it off, baby," David said. "Show me those cute little titties."
Briana flushed red, embarrassed at his request, and then realized exactly what she was doing and about to do. She reasoned that this was just part of the ritual. Besides, she did not want to get her new blouse messy with semen. It was a gift from her Godparents, and she already felt guilty without adding insult to them. Besides, he was naked. Going topless was the least she could do to return the favor. Briana ignored the strange clicking noises, as she clumsily unbuttoned the blouse and then unclipped the hooks to open her bra. Her breasts bounced and both she and David laughed.
It seemed like an eternity that she stared down at the one eyed snake before she opened her mouth and licked the arrow shaped tip. She heard David sigh appreciating the sensation. Urged by his gentleness, Briana began to take him further into her mouth, rolling her tongue and drawing circles around the mushroom-shaped crown. The lower classman was enjoying masturbating the young man with her mouth. Briana began to lick him in earnest as she had practiced on the fruit earlier in the week. An overachiever since the age of twelve, Briana knew that sucking this young man's cock may not the best thing she had ever done, but as far as the pleasure she was both giving and receiving, it was not so very bad.
Even though the handsome young man had bathed, there was a definite male scent which she balked at. Crinkling her nose, she was able to ignore it at first. Briana opened her mouth wide and closed her eyes. Sliding her mouth down onto his fleshy spear, she was able to fill her mouth with his man-meat. Slowly Briana sucked on his hardened cock. She rolled her head up and down, suckling his penis like a baby drinks from a mother's breast. Like eating a Popsicle, she sucked his penis. He repositioned her head slightly. Her head was now Josephbing slowly up and down in his lap. His hardened member was slick with the pretty college girl's saliva.
He began to give her instruction which she eagerly followed. Slow and easy she sucked him at first, and then he urged her to go fast and hard. She began to taste his pre-cum. It was odd though that he would always seem to place her head so she would see the old entertainment center.
Feeling guilty for the sensual pleasures, her eyes focused on the trophy. She began to pay attention more to the odd clicks she heard. They were occurring in rhythm, almost as if they were urging her to suck longer and deeper.
David was now holding her head, pushing back her hair out of her face. She forgot the rules and began taking him deep into her throat. She did gag twice, and he graciously stopped allowing her to catch her breath.
She could feel his urethra throbbing and knew he was about to ejaculate.
She tried to pull away, but he was firm. His penis seemed to have a life of it's own as spurt after spurt of hot semen fired into her throat. "Suck me you little bitch," he cried out! She had no options. "No, I cannot do this... I do not love you," her mind screamed. Unable to do anything but obey his demand, Briana, sucked and swallowed until the torrid spurts what seemed to be an endless stream of sticky foul tasting cum finally abated.
David finally released her and she pulled her face away. Briana took several deep and long breaths. The young college girl had not known how much of the vile cum she had been force-fed by the now fully sated sex god.
Her tongue felt swollen and her throat burned. She had breathed too hard, and her chest was hurting her. Opening her mouth, she could taste her own vomit and David's semen. Opening her mouth wide to get her breath, instead Briana belched loudly. Sperm bubbles broke, and the vile white jism spewed from her mouth, dripping from her swollen lips onto her naked breasts which were now glistened with perspiration. "Excuse me," she exclaimed. David laughed loudly. "They will remember you for that," he said. Briana looked at the naked man with his now limp cock and was confused at the statement. "Who exactly were those who would remember her belch?" But, he did not explain himself, but only smiled broadly. Long strings of sticky white sperm hung from her swollen lips. Her throat that had been used as a surrogate vagina was sore and burned. Briana resisted the urge to empty her stomach of the disgusting mucus-like liquid.
David reached over and kissed her mouth, tasting his own semen on her lips. His tongue probed her mouth. When she did not respond, he said "So you really are a virgin?"
"Yes," she hoarsely replied. Well, you deserve your drink now. Briana took the cup as it was offered and drank it down in almost one sip... It was cold and sweet, with a slightly odd after-taste. She looked David in the eyes. She felt very guilty. She had betrayed her own morals, and for what? She imagined the disapproving look from her Godfather. Why she thought of Nathan at this moment instead of her own parents she did not know, but she wanted to cry. All of a sudden she began to feel sleep
His hands reached out fondling her breasts. She found it odd to resist after she had swallowed the young man's seed. But she was uncomfortable, none-the-less.
She was feeling faint. David was smiling, but it was not the nice smile she had noticed before. It was the smile she had often seen on the old men's faces as they ogled her.
"Come on Blessed Briana, give it up, you know you want to be fucked," he cruelly spate.
She tried to resist as his hands opened her pants, but her limbs would not respond.
She heard the clicking now, and then heard the unmistakable whir of a camera's speed shooter. "Oh my God," she thought. "He's taking pictures of me!"
Briana's vision failed and she became groggy. "Drugged," her mind seem to scream, but no words formed in her mouth! She felt rather than saw the other men come into the room. A familiar face came close to hers. The image was clear and then distorted. It was like looking into fishbowl. "I hope you liked your drink, sweetheart, I made it special for you!" The face moved and she saw his penis. He was smaller than David, but it was hard. Briana's face was forcibly held, as he raped her mouth. Sliding in and out, he tried to gag her, but he was too small. She tasted his hot pre-cum. He compensated for his inadequacy by controlling the helpless girl. He slapped her face, hard and fast. The drug kept her from feeling most of the pain. He pulled out of her mouth. She watched as his penis grew larger. The head seemed to expand, and the pee-hole opened. The virgin girl saw the semen as it formed on the cock head. Unable to move, Briana was forced to look at his hardened member as spurt after cruel spurt shamed her face.
"Hey," she heard someone say over the melee, "look at this tight pussy!" "She is a virgin," David replied, "that's not part of the deal!" "Fuck you, man," was the reply, "No," another protested, "Fuck her. Fuck that sweet little pussy!"
She tried to pull away, but they were too strong. She felt the thick arrow head pierce her virgin lips, and the monster size shaft enter her. She tried to scream, but could only manage a grunt. "Fuck, she's bleeding!" "She's a virgin, asshole!" "You mean she was a virgin!"
It seemed like hours that she was being violated. Beaten and humiliated. She wanted to pray for death. 'Would God hear her plea?' Her tears mixed with the vile cum that was dripping from her face, as her vagina was being pounded by one man after another.
Deeper they plunged their cocks into her tight hairless pussy and asshole, stretching them until she wanted to scream.
When Briana woke up, she was in her own dorm room. She tried to balance, but still felt wobbly on her feet. She fell back into an uneasy sleep, wishing all this was just a bad dream. She woke up with a start. Raising her head slowly, the room stirred. Holding onto the bed, she stood. Briana was able to half crawl, half walk her way to the bathroom.
Sitting on the toilet her anus ached. Her hand reached back and she probed her sphincter. Her normally tight asshole been widened with her violation she had suffered while unconscious. She felt disgust as the semen poured out over her fingertips and dripped noisily into the commode.
Her clothes were disheveled. She had been stripped and hastily dressed again.
Even in her confused state of mind Briana realized that her white cotton underpants and sports bra were missing.
Coming to her senses, she hoped in vain that it was all a nightmare. But one look in the mirror told her that it had happened and much worse besides. Her lips were swollen, and her face and hair was layered with ejaculate.
The young girl sat down on the commode and wept like a child. Her hands slid into the sticky mess that clotted on her matted hair. She would have to go to the doctor. The pain in her lower body confirmed the brutal rape. She was beside herself with rage and grief. "Stupid, stupid, stupid," she cried angrily to herself.
The call to her mother was blessedly brief. Briana could feel the concern and the love in her voice, but she also knew the disappointment. Her father would be spouting off about sins of the flesh, but she would deal with that later. MaryAnn, Briana's mom wanted her to call the police. The young co-ed was made a fool of, but was certainly no fool herself. She knew that she could never prove rape. The oral sex was not only consensual, but well planned. At best she might be able to prove was that she was drugged, but even at that, it may not show up in her blood test.
Her mom would be leaving the house presently to pick her up and take her home. They would make one stop first to see a lawyer, she said. "Call the police," MaryAnn told her. She thought she might as well. Briana had no less than nine hours to sit in her muck and wait.
When Briana hobbled down the stairs, she was surprised to see her Godmother, Miriam standing with her mother with a face that could have soured new cream. Briana wanted nothing to do with men, and was glad that her father and brother had stayed at home. The drive back home was long and slow. No one said a word for quite a while. But, Miriam' face betrayed her thoughts. There was disappointment, anger, and little sympathy.
The young woman was embarrassed that she had not been able to clean up before going to the lawyer's office. "It was just as well," Miriam told her. The more pictures of her in this condition would help prove the incident was as bad as it sounded. Men had a way of trivializing rape. Her godmother insisted on taking pictures. "If this was a rape, she will need proof," Miriam calmly said. Briana silently objected the "If this" statement.
"Of course it was rape," she wanted to scream. Flushed red, she wanted to answer her back, but she swallowed the words.
Briana wished for once that her Godfather had come instead. She would have been embarrassed to death, but she knew that he would never say anything as cruel, and certainly would never have found any guilt in her!
Briana lay in her bed at home. It had been nearly six months and the girl still found it hard how to reconcile her rape even to herself. Of course, her expanded belly would not let her forget. Being a devout Roman Catholic she could not condemn an innocent baby to death for the actions of her rapists. Some of her friends though she was brave, others just thought she was crazy. Virtually a prisoner in her own house, she had plenty of time to think about her plight. Based on a liberal estimate twenty or thirty men had savaged her. Because she had passed some of the semen in the toilet and flushed they would have never known. She understood that because she lay crumpled up after her attack that they had gotten scared thinking that they had killed her. Two of the young men had offered to drop her seemingly naked and lifeless body over the side of the bridge. Cooler heads prevailed and they carried her back into the dormitory. And no one saw anything!
If they had not been stupid, they would never have been caught.
The Fraternity as they called themselves was not even legal. They had their charter revoked from the national chapter over a year before on charges of wilding.
Those victims had withdrawn charges. Confident in their past escapades, they continued their heinous activities. But in this instance the fools actually caused their own downfall.
Maureen had called Briana several times, but Briana could not talk to her friend.
In her heart she knew that Maureen had not set her up, and probably believed that David would do exactly and only what he promised, if the others had not been there.
It was the release of the college girl's oral escapade and ultimate rape released on the Internet that had brought the law down onto the Fraternity, and involved the University.
The "Excuse Me Girl" had been a porn superstar without her knowledge. Her pictures circulated on so many websites, it was nearly impossible for anyone searching for porn not to find her. The full video was sold on line. A few clips including one of Briana belching semen and saying "excuse me" in her cute little voice were available for free.
Even those who did not watch pornography knew of the video.
Charges were filed and all but the most serious were quickly dropped. David and his friends were merely expelled from the University.
People who did not know her called her a slut. Briana was now the laughing stock of the school. Many of her friends deserted her. Few, like her friend Beth, stood firm.
Even her younger brother, Joey was nearly tossed out of school when he found some kids at school selling downloaded copies of his big sister's sex tape and pictures.
She knew before she heard that her scholarship was voided due to a moral clause. After all, the panel of men concluded that Briana did search out elicit sexual activity.
She would not be expelled, but no aid would be given her. For a poor student, the result was virtually the same.
It did not matter, though, as Briana knew she could never go back there anymore. Fortunately the school was not going to force her to pay for the classes she had already taken.
She had received several death threats for taking "those poor boys" to court. The most recent and serious had come only last night from a "private number." The man was breathing heavy. "I know where you live, bitch," the unfamiliar voice calmly spoke! "You better not be alone, or I will fuck you and kill you and my bastard you are carrying!" She was shaken. Her father told her to trust in God.
She dreaded seeing anyone, especially men. Her father had preached against her for a while until she ignored him. He made no bones about the fact that she had disgraced the family. But, when he asked for forgiveness for his rash statements Briana forgave him, but did not trust him anymore.
Her Godfather, Nathan, never judged her, and she appreciated it.
He had sent her e-mails and text messages which she never returned, offering her comfort and understanding. She did not answer any of them. He sent her flowers on her birthday. "Why would he still care for her?"
She knew that her lashing at all men had included him as well, and she had been rather mean to him. She wanted to feel sorry for him, but her heart was so full of anger and despair, she had no more room for love. She knew that she needed to tell him that she was not angry with him, but the words just never came out.
Today was Wednesday and the day he would bring dinner for them all. Since she had been home again, he had brought her a special treat each week. Sometimes it was just some special candy, other times Almond butter and raisin bread. She treasured each special taste treat, even though she never told him. She had decided to stay down in her room as usual. Her father had given excuses, but Nathan knew they were only kind lies so as not to hurt his feelings. Did her Godfather really understand her? She knew he truly loved her, just as he had promised he would. She did not know if she loved him. If so, it was certainly not anywhere near as strong as she loved him.
Her parents needed to go to Joey' school to deal with the latest situation where he had defended his sister's honor. Briana volunteered to stay home and wait for Nathan and Miriam to bring dinner. Nathan promised to call her on her cell phone when he left from the house. Briana had to prepare herself emotionally. The young woman thought back to the last time her Godmother had looked at her after the rape. She could still feel Miriam' icy stares. As cold as the older woman would be, the warmer and kinder her Godfather appeared.
They both loved her, but Briana could sense the distrust from the woman, and she did not know why.
Usually a very clean girl, Briana had been feeling depressed. She knew she smelled rather ripe between her legs, and it was getting noticeable even after just 2 days. The pregnant girl decided she would use the shower upstairs so she would hear the phone. She would get her clothes later. She had time. The robe was an old one and did not fit over her expanded belly. "Who would want to look at me now," she asked herself, leaving the front open? The cute little slit triangle had puffed to more than twice its size, and seemed to be constantly moist. She had begun to pleasure herself, alon in her bedroom. Drawing tight circles on her clitoris, she had brought herself to orgasm several times. She thought she might enMaryAnn a quick rub off in the shower, and felt guilty. She tried to think her decision through. But then again no one was home. She slowly stripped off her sweat suit and changed to the robe.
Throwing two towels over her shoulder and picking up her little tray of shampoo, conditioner and body wash she started her trek upstairs.
Stepping into the shower, it took forever to get the water to run hot. She turned it up higher than usual. The water sprayed against the shower door. She slid the door open, dropped her robe to the floor and stepped into the spray. The pulse of the hot water felt wonderful against her naked flesh. Relaxing, she slid her hand onto her rounded belly and massaged the baby bump. Reaching down, she touched the soft pussy hair and found her slit. Gently rubbing, she satisfied her present need. Briana knew she needed a man.
The girl was lost in thought. The sound of the phone ringing seemed to melt into her fantasy. "Oh, my..." she moaned. After a few rings, the answering machine played the default message: "no one is available to answer your call right now." That was not a dream! She hurried through the shower. Briana felt she had about ten minutes.
Outside in the car, Nathan was putting the food in the car. Miriam had been called away to a meeting and he had to put dinner together by himself. Rather than cook, he had purchase the food prepared. He placed the roasters into the box he would carry everything in with. He had found a blueberry Sangria that he wanted Briana to try. She would not have much, but he wanted to treat her like the princess he felt she was, more-so for the indignation she had felt. He was glad he had waited until he arrived and had gotten everything ready before he called. He wanted to surprise the family.
Carrying his heavy burden to the door, he rested the food on the milk box. He tried the door, and it opened. No surprise there. It just meant that someone was home.
He called inside, "Joseph? MaryAnn? Joey? Briana? Anyone?"
Hearing no reply, he opened the door and peered in. He was worried about the calls Briana had received. People were crazy. And Joseph was not taking it seriously.
But he was mostly afraid that Briana might do something stupid.
The girl was drying her hair when she realized the ten minutes was already up. Reaching for the robe she realized it was soaked through. "Damn," she said. With one towel around her chest, and the other on her head she stepped out of the bathroom. She was startled to see the electric lights were out. The candle light made her eyes strain. Someone was there. Did someone break in. She saw a figure in the dark. Stepping forward, she reached the baseball bat her father kept by the wall and swung. "Briana," she heard a familiar voice cry out in pain, as the heavy bat came down hard on his head and was deflected off his shoulder. The body fell to the floor. He looked up at her and she could see his face in the dim light. "Oh my God," she wept. "Nathan, have I killed you?"
Kneeling besides the collapsed man, she took the towel that was barely covering her ample breasts, and wiped the blood from the head wound. She had hit him by the eye-brow. It had bled but it looked superficial. She opened his shirt and felt for his breathing. Her soft breasts touched against the older man's chest.
"You cannot die, Nathan," she wept. She felt him tough her head. He managed a smile. He was saying something, but she could not understand his soft speech. She moved closer to hear. Her face was less than an inch from his. He was not speaking anymore. She turned his head. She did not know what to do. She pulled closer. Her lips were right against hers. She felt his warmth. His mouth found hers. She felt his tongue push past her teeth, probing for hers. She began to lick and suck. She felt his hands on her buttocks pulling her closer. She felt her libido flare and she was consumed by the heat of the moment. He gently, but firmly, was spreading her anal cheeks and massaged her widening crack. She was growing hot with the erotic massage. She kissed him harder, and faster. They stopped to breathe. She heard him say softly, "I love you, Briana, with all my heart. I loved you when you were just a little girl, but to my shame I fell in love with you as you matured. Can you forgive me?"
In the present situation and the wild passion, her mind raced with images and memories that had confused and perplexed her through the years. "Why did he want to be so close?" "Why did he buy her the clothes (that she hated mostly) and give her gift cards and books?" "Why did he write charming notes to her telling her she was like the daughter he never could have." It all made sense. He was in-love with her, and was being as clumsy with her as he had been in all the funny stories he told of his old girlfriends. And she noted those stories surely must have had passion like what he was showing her tonight that he had edited out.
"You love me," she asked, still incredulous? "More than anyone in the world"! "More than your wife, Miriam"? " I love my wife, dearly. But, to my shame, yes, I love you more than anyone else in the world"!
"Show me how you love me/"?
The walk to her room was a new experience. She walked quickly in front of her Godfather. She knew he was staring at her rear as she walked. She had always been a bit subconscious about the large roundness of her melon-like buttocks, but over the years had grown to appreciate the men staring at her. Now she felt odd, very odd. She had never been naked in front of a man until only recently. Now she was naked with a man who had professed an illicit adoration for her. And he was going to show her how much he loved her? They would fuck, no doubt, but she knew he would make it very special.
Reaching her room, he told her he needed to lie down first. He then positioned her so that she would sit on his face. Briana had heard of this, and thought it was kind of weird.
Now as she spread her legs and positioned her pussy over his face, she felt the moment had come. Everything else had been hormones. Now, it was her choice. Would she join him in an adulterous relationship? She then looked down in thought and realized that this was the only man who was showing her passion. So then was she using him now, as she had used his adoration to make herself feel special as she had grown into the beauty she was, until she was raped and publicly humiliated.
She lowered herself down on his face slowly. Second after second of anticipation was delicious torture. She then felt something wet and soft. Briana froze. She realized he was licking her up and down her wide slit from her clitoris to her anus. She then relaxed and sat down. Her body shook with an eruption of sensation. She knew she had had urinated on his face, but he did not seem to mind, His mouth assaulted her femininity and her resistance faltered. He was making love with his mouth to her. The thought and the feeling were far to great. She felt the pressure building. He pressed harder and harder. His tongue was opening her wide. He was sucking all of her juices.
She could not control herself. Her vagina released the hot and fragrant woman cum. The room was permeated with a scent not unlike sardines and sweet mango. She moved forward, reaching for his trousers. She nearly tore at his belt and opened his zipper. Her hands were shaking. She knew he must be nearly as excited as she was.
His penis was not over long, but thick. The red head was wide as a large mushroom and wet with shiny precum. Opening her mouth, she took him inside, She began to suck as Nathan had propped himself up.
He moved and she thought she had done something wrong. Getting up from the bed he moved her, and stood behind her. She felt his cock-head against her pussy lips. "No," she said, "I do not deserve this. I am not your wife." He tried to explain, but could only stammer. "Take me in my ass," she said. "I do not deserve your love."
Changing positions, he mounted her. The thick head pierced her sphincter, and entered her..
Briana bucked with pleasure and pain. They moved back and forth. Each thrust brought him in further. She knew he was only half way in, but she was feeling sick, He stopped, and they rested,
Nathan took the opportunity to clean up in her bathroom. He knew her in her most intimate places. He came back in her room, He reached for his clothes. "No," she said, "You need this and so do I"!
Taking him in her mouth, she renewed her efforts. His penis responded by growing hard and thick. She could feel the bulbous cock head expand, Briana had to position herself as the stiff member curved and filled her mouth. Now she began to slide her head back and forth. He got the idea. Holding his goddaughter's head steady, he began to rhythmically fuck her mouth. She swallowed his pre-cum. The girl felt she needed to be humiliated for how she had mistreated him all these years. She took his penis out of her mouth and tugged on the hardened member. She would take his seed on her face She could feel him ready, and closed her eyes. She felt the hot blobs of cum strike her on her cheeks, forehead, and lips, which she instinctively licked clean. "Not bad," she thought, tasting his seed. She would need to get used to his semen. She knew she would serve him, just as he served and had suffered in silence.
She almost laughed, knowing now that if she had consented to do this with Nathan instead of going to the Fraternity house she would not have been in this situation, and certainly not pregnant. "Fuck me," she said. "I need you inside me." Her Godfather grew hard very quickly. Spreading her plump thighs, he rubbed his bulbous helmet shaped dick-head against her soft cunt lips. Her soft vagina hair parted and she seem to explode into orgasm. Her feminine scent filled the room with. She smelled like sweet peaches and sardines. It was a combination that seemed hard, but he would forever find himself growing hard, smelling either even years later. The old man plunged his thick cock into the wet teen pussy. Rolling into her, she wrapped her legs around his hips. Digging her heels into his naked ass, she screamed out his name. "Nathan...fuck me!" Then she hear herself say "I love you, Nathan...I love you." The man arched his back and shot volley after volley of burning stick white semen into her womb. She pulled him close and squealed with delight.
Later dinner with the family was just a little awkward. The only one who did not seem affected was her dad. The man ate and ate, relishing every bite. Briana had decided to sit in her usual place next to her mom and brother. Nathan, at her suggestion, had left to go home to his wife. But it was her "glow" that confused her mom and brother. She had been sullen for so long, but now she was absolutely gleeful, and almost giddy. "I am glad you are feeling well, Briana," her mother said. Trying to make conversation, she added, "Did you take, your medicine, today?"
"Oh, yes, Mom," she answered. "I took the right medicine."
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