Once upon a time, there was a woman called Megan. Was ? Well she 's not so much a char as a cock serving prostitute now. and this story is about how man-kind made her agnize her true calling.

This Megan, as she was called back then, had two peculiar qualities. one was her comparatively good image and a encephalon to match. now virtually men prefer a girl with a mix of brains and boobs, and for many, Megan was just that. A instinctive brunette, she was of medium build and had a `` beautiful `` face. one that was equally fit for kissing and cumming. to this she added a decent rack and ass. And she was the class/batch/university topper, the darling of the professors.

Problem was, she had another quality, one which made the church mothers happy and the topical anesthetic Guy as pissed as can be. she was a prude, and paraded her views on feminity, morality and other clobber like a parade. She dressed like secretaries in 60s, refuesed to party or hang out at any of the 'loose'places, which for her included discos, bars and the comparable. And she made it a decimal point to cut any Male who dared to deal her as a girl and not a stuck up bitch.

This by itself would have been fine, each district having one such archaic specimen of buckle ethics. but she behaved like the country 's moral standards rested on her shoulders. She had her women's rightist fellowship ( bitch brigade to boys ) that patrolled the college for kissing or any incorrect action. she tried to block two boys from getting into honours society because they fucked their women before getting get hitched with ! she failed though, and the guys made it a point to smooch whenever she was in the neighborhood. but her real fate lay in the future, in the deal of a geek called Steven.

She had first met Steven ( or stewie to friends ) at a assemblage of economists at the college auditorium. She became impressed by his presentation on GNP, and soon became champion. so steve became the first male to go to her house.

Sadly, Stewie had piffling experience with women, and megan even lesser with men. So our Hero of Alexandria made the mistake of trying to get fill up with her parents in the vicinity. bitch communications protocol kicked in, and megan was soon giving him a lecturing on proper doings in front of her parents. Stewie cut a hasty retreat.

So Megan was surprised to pick up a calendar week later that stewie had invited her to a date, especially after she had made his visit a display case study in the annual bitch brigade lectures. She figured he had learnt his lesson after all. Stewie indeed had learnt his lesson, one that megan sorely needed.

Megan decided to dress ultra Conservative for the engagement, which would involve a private road and a dinner. She wore stockings for skillful measuring rod, reminding stewie of his mother when he saw her. just as well, he thought. they drove to a secluded spot on the boundary of township, where the route led to the Alfred Hawthorne and one got a thoroughly view of the Ithiel Town below. but megan was soon harangueing him on post mod feminism, so he decided to seduce his move.

quietly, he opened a bottle of whiskey. megan stared at him, and told him she did not booze. he nevertheless poured out two measures, emptying half the bottle. he was soon taking sips, as she went on. Megan tried to ignore him as he drank.

But soon her prohibition were slipping away. It was only stewie, she could palm any issue. So she started sipping the caustic liquidity. Stewie saw her imbibing and smiled. it was now or never. taking her almost empty chicken feed, he poured out another generous measure, adding a slight albumen powder as she looked the other way.

Megan resumed her drinking, feeling proud and worried at having so often for the first fourth dimension in her life. so when she started feeling drowsy, she blamed it on the inebriant.

Stewie watched as her speech got Sir Thomas More and more incoherent. He intentionally poured his own half filled glass into hers with more pulverisation thrown in. As she sipped the blistering alcoholic drink. he quietly slipped away.

When Megan finished her now tongue-tied sermon on women 's lib, she found her capitulum spinning. she sat down on the car 's cowling, realizing for the first metre that stewie was gone. he had taken the car Key, meaning she was stuck till he returned. she lay down on the goon, her head lolling from side of meat to side.

presently, she saw a figure emerge from the trees. it was n't stewie. in her formula state, she would let recognised sucker, captain of the hoops team and a giant to boot. he seemed to be coming straight at her. she tried to get up, only to fall off the hood. the hulk stopped in front of her, and she saw him smile.

part of her brain told her this was n't good, but her body refused to respond. she saw him strive out for her face, feeling her hair's-breadth being pulled. she was raised by her mane to the hood. she now recognized him. but could only mumble.

she felt herself being spread out on the hood, her branch open and dangling from it, and her hands pinned by his to the position. she made a desperate try to get up, but one hand went to her throat and pushed her down again. he now put one elboe firmly on her tummy, keeping her down as he fished in his denim for something.

megan by now had no doubtfulness about his intentions. beef brigade specialized in sensitizing char on possible ways to get out of such situations. problem was, her judo karate and all the other self demurrer moves seemed to have deserted her. her arm lay listlessly by her sides, and the cubitus felt like a dumbell on her stomach adding to the feeling of helplessness that was gradually seeping into her self sure-footed mind.

but worse was to derive. he fished out a strange ring like device with strap, which she faintly recalled seeing in one of the bondage mags she had confiscated from a nerdy guy. she had never figured out why it was applied to a fille 's oral fissure to keep it open. almost as if soft touch had read her intellection, he pinched her nose to unfold hef lip and easily placed the device in her mouth, securing it behind her neck.

the ring, placed in her mouth, made her taradiddle, while keeping her mouth afford. it also meant she could not protest as her natural language could hardly reach her teeth to speak. although she had still no musical theme what it was for, this unnatural opening made her look more vulnerable, in an obscene way. she realized he could do whatever he wanted, and the horror of the possibilities brought tears to her eyes.

print saw megan spread nicely. he wanted to strip her naked and take her then and there, but decided to honour the deal. he grabbed megan by her waist and pulled her pile. she collapsed on her knees, but was prevented from falling forward by German mark 's sturdy legs. megan now had a horizon of a bump in his pant, which even she knew was his imprison putz.

suddenly she felt him seize her by her hair and thrust her forward till her face was lined along his gasp, her boloney looking like precum on his private parts. Megan 's naturally women's rightist mind reminded her that many young woman took vows not to bow before a man and have him perpetrate them by their pilus. she had been proud of such upright little girl. now as her mouth rubbed against vulgar jeans, such girls seemed to belong to another cosmos. but mark had more musical theme. he quickly pulled down the zip fastener of his pants, pulling out a 9 '' black blooper from its confines.

Megan had seen prick before, in lav where couples went for quickies, in porn mag. she had always tried to ignore them as sinful unless it be of the husband, and then too only when the married woman wanted to make honey. for her, sex could only be in the vagina, the place marked by macrocosm for carnal union.mark, however, had no such thoughts. seeing megan reminded him of a neophyte he 'd `` induct `` to college. she 'd been stuck up too, but 4 60 minutes of therapy had done it 's job. sadly she got meaning and left, she 'd have made a great team fuck. not that the exhibit bitch would n't. but she had to be trained first.

when Megan saw his hairy dim foul-up access her, her training kicked in. she thought up 15 different religious and social points to counter the terrible action. all that erupted from her mouth was `` maaaaa '' scrape laughed as his fuckoy drooled more. knowing there was enough lubrication he began pushing in. Megan found her dissent illegible to even herself as the shaft steadily neared her. it hit her lips and began pushing in. at that second Megan realized - her most potent weapon, her moral spitting rima oris, was ni to a greater extent. it had become a facial vagina for a man 's use. as the pecker began to push deeper, she began to cry.

mark now grabbed a handful of chocolate-brown haircloth and began to adjust her sass to his dick. doing so, he began pushing inti her throat. it made Megan gag, which only made mark push more enjoying the tightness. just as megan thought she would burst, he pulled out. megan saw his hawkshaw puff out coated In her saliva. but only to crusade in again and deeply. this time her face was pushed into his crotch, as target enjoyed the visual sense of her brown hair mingling with his twisted black dickhair. and so it went on, Megan 's question bobbing in and out on his celestial pole as he used her head as a dickhole. he picked up speed, giving her less and to a lesser extent clock time to align, and she guessed he was somehow getting off on her. having always confined herself to the bare minimum needed to advocate abstention and chastity, she had no theme about blowjobs and face nooky. she now wished she had, it would have atleast told her what lay in store for her.

mark was by now close to cumming. he loved the hot lip, with the tongue involuntarily making way for his invasive cock. when he could withstand it no more, he pullex out, and placed it on her intrude, between her eyes. he began squirting. the low gear globs landed on her eyes, coating them and making her blink furiously. the next few landed on her forehead and cheeks, some getting entangled in her hair where it fell over her face. the final examination few went into her mouth, giving her the foremost appreciation of manmilk. some of it trickled down to her blouse, wetting it.

stewie watched all this from a distance. his plan was getting along perfectly. there she knelt, her head in soft touch 's custody, her consistency jerking to his slash. perfect for a stuck up bitch. stewie had gotten hold of the supply needed, including vodka. he decided to join the party.

chump finally pulled out, and moved back a few stride, clicking pictures on his camera. she just knelt there, drooling like a pig, knowing there was no aid around and her body was still drugged. she saw stewie advance and her promise rose. she began mumbling desperately for his tending. he seemed headed for her, but cross made no effort to block up him. strange, she thought, but she remained sure as shooting that her date would rescue her. he reached her, but did nothing. she looked up hopefully, trying her Charles Herbert Best to await as prim as a mouth doughnut and a cumbath allowed her.

he looked down, and then kicked her in the venter, making her roll over sideways. she could n't conceive this. steven, the shy civilised boy, the estimable guy, had kicked her. how wrongfulness could she have been ? shock gave way to desperation as he began to tangle her up by her hair, just like mark.

getting her in a sitting position, he leaned close to her and grinned. he could see the horror and helplessness in her eyes, he enjoyed it. he suddenly grabbed her breasts, squeezing them as Megan closed her eyes in humiliation. she had always known that boys found her nipple sexy, with the 34C cup that was just perfect for her anatomy. but any compliment had been brutally punished, for she taught that tits were an area meant for babies, not libidinous men. now to have her tit aqueezed so cooly, and without the little apology or fear, made her feel thoroughly degraded. to add abuse to injury, he began calling her name calling every time he squashed her mams. bitch, fornicatress, fucktoy, cunt, methamphetamine hydrochloride whore, names she abhorred all her life. he mixed this with slap which stung as much as the pain in her boobs.

stewie now fished out a pair of scissors. pulling the cloth away from her tit, he cut it away, leaving her with a gaping hole through which her Virgo whiteness bra shone out. he copied it on the early tit. he then pulled down the cups, exposing her fat glands to the touch of a man. Megan had sworn that only one man would ever have-to doe with her there. now steiwe had made her chest into an obscene display, like a rubbish working girl desperate for a nookie. he now lowered his back talk to her pert boobs, taking in the supple material body in his athirst mouth, like an overgrown babe. he sucked long on the titty, flicking his knife on her caoutchouc like teat, as she looked on helplessly at the head at her breast.

he eventually pulled out, commenting on how he would milk his coffee from her titty once he got her meaning. soft touch, to add to her humiliation, did n't vex to check out her breast, calling them udders fit for a milch cow. but stewie showed his appreciation by scribbling `` tits '' on her bosom.

the duo now concentrated on her second joint. stewie noted that such article of clothing would just not do on a loose woman. so he got rid of it, by shredding it. her panties were likewise qualify. her snatch was rapidly losing the protection she considered the birthright of every woman. spoilt, it cleared her mind of any doubt that she would be raped.

home run and stewie were, in fact, planning in advance. They knew time was running out on them, especially as Mark had practice. So should they proceed the cunt for later or do enough wrong to see she would n't clack when set free ? grade was n't too strike by Megan, but stewie would not finish, not when his Clarence Shepard Day Jr. of planning were finally bearing yield. Taking the enterprise, he grabbed Megan 's knees and pulled them apart.

What he saw was n't quite pornstar quality, the said puss being hairy with barely a slit visible. Nevertheless he probed at it, much to Megan 's shame, as she began unwillngly responding to his fingerbreadth. Stewie soon found his finger getting wet from the assault, knowing from porno vids that miss iceberg was melting.

He eventually slid a finger inside, enjoying the walls slick with juice. Then two fingers, and so on till his five fingerbreadth were pushing into her womb. Stewie now made a fist and pushed in. He did n't get very far, hitting a wall of sorts.

From stewies questioning expression, grade knew megan had maidenhead. And so a tight pussycat. Giving a sly grin, he headed over and began roughly mauling her tits, pulling the sacking up boulder clay they dragged megan up, and then releasing them, making her fall down heaving. He suggested to stewie to get on with the fuck. He didnt have all day for such average out cunt.

Megan, although in electric shock from the ravishment, was stung by the insult. She was a conservative no doubt, but she was n't unattractive. Hell, she remebered the time she had defiantly returned home in a bikini from the mall. Her dad had refused to let her in, but the local anaesthetic boy had shown heap of appreciation. If she had been that eccentric, she would have given cheerleaders a run for their money. She was no average ....

Megan 's ego breast feeding came to an disconnected end as she felt a rod at her entrance. From a feminine instinct predating feminism by ten millenia, she knew she was going to be mated. But her women's liberationist psyche made the experience ten clock time worse : the look in those eyes made it ten times better for stewie, who wanted to use Megan, and learn her that that was all she was for- to be used.

His prick had been hard for ages it seemed, and now it began it 's inward journey, pushing past her lips into her fertile meat. He had forgotten to wear a condom, and mark had slyly refused to cue him - a meaning slut was that much more enjoyable.

Stewie reached thr hymen, knowing that it was meant to be ripped apart, a sort of startup every woman went through. So, savouring the warmth of his date on his cock, he began to push. He saw megan bite her lip in botheration, and increased the imperativeness. sign saw this, and pinched both nipples just as her hymen tore, eliciting a highschool pitched moan from the mar girl.

Stewie now pushed in all the way, parting her wall as he headed for her cervix. He soon had the hawkshaw upto his Lucille Ball in her cunt, enjoying the wring which her bitch involuntarily gave him. He looked deep into Megan 's tearful middle, the sadness of losing her Virginity before wedding flowing down her cheeks with the dried cum. Intentionally, he grabbed her boobs, twisted her nipples to breaking point, and pulled her up to a sitting posture by her tit. Mark had wisely undone the bonds on her paw, knowing that the bitch was broken by now.

Megan was forced to face her rapist, her face inch from his as she finally felt the brutal bother in her tits comfort. She saw him smile as he spread the teardrop drenched cum on her face with his finger. He enjoyed this particular abasement, knowing she hated being touched on the face. He put his handwriting in her mouth, pulling at her tongue as she salivated.

Stewie now gradually pulled out, his lineage stained dick proof of her lost virginity. He rubbed his deal over it, taking the line of descent as much as possible. He then raised his bloody hand to her facial expression, enjoying the pained look in her face. He then pushed it into her mouth, making her perceptiveness her own maidenhead. As she began licking on it, he began pusing in and out of her muddle, brutally thrusting to increase the pain. With his disengage hand, he gave megan a merciless tit torturing, mashing them like dough. He enjoyed the grave boob, which made it easier to use as a handle for his thrusts. Pulling out the other hired man, he grabbed her waist to maximize insight, and pain.

Megan s mind was by now losing track of the humiliations heaped upon her. She knew she was being used, brutally, and could not get away. She closed her eyes and endured it best as she could. Stewie saw her closed eyes and passive soundbox, briefly wondering if something was wrong. Mark reassured him by landing two hard slap on her ass, making her blink in fear. Stewie was by now nearing climax, and mark decided to make it better. He grabbed the tits by the tit, and pinched them just as stewie was building up. It caused her cunt muscleman to constrain, and stewie could n't halt it any longer. He came, flooding her cunt with boy cream as she seemed to milk every drib with her tightness.

Megan felt warmly cum flood her genitals. She was in between two periods, and was terrified at having a baby with steve. In her replacement reality, she still thought stewie would marry her. She was stagnant incorrect.

Mark now replaced stewie. And pushed in like a pro. For Megan it was torture. Mark was huge, and double stewie s heaviness. He spent no time in rightness, ramming her from the word go. Megan soon felt her cunt walls getting sore from the barbarity, her wretched vagina refusing her the joy to foresee the pain. Also, he treated her like road deoxyephedrine, using her because she lay there and he could, not by any attractions for her or her trunk. Stewie made up for the time by pulling out his belt.

Taking it with buckle dangling, he brought it down hard on Megan 's chest, enjoying the way her booby bounced. He made her hold up the bosom, so it was easier to pip, as she bounced like a trash cyprian with a rooster to her pussy and lash to her scratch. Soon, her knocker were even more raw than her pussy, and she began to howl like a baby. A few intemperately smacking shut her up Again, but the torture went on.

Eventually, scrape came, adding strong sperm to the abused hole. His cock slid out like a dildo, her cunt wide undefendable by now.

The duo now undid her remaining bail, but attached crisp clamp to her tits. A chain joined them, turning it into a ternary. She was shoved into a skintight latex miniskirt, the antithesis of her attire gumption. So decked, she was tied to the back, her leg dangling out from the unfold hatch in the rachis. The duo got in, and headed back to town. It was fourth dimension to introduce Miss prude, in her slovenly woman avatar, to the humankind ... ...

( To be continued ) ... ... .