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

This Megan, as she was called back then, had two special caliber. one was her comparatively soundly number and a brain to match. now most men prefer a young lady with a mix of brainpower and boobs, and for many, Megan was just that. A innate brunette, she was of culture medium build and had a `` beautiful `` fount. one that was equally fit for kissing and cumming. to this she added a skillful single-foot and ass. And she was the class/batch/university topper, the ducky of the professors.

job was, she had another quality, one which made the church mothers happy and the local cat as pissed as can be. she was a puritan, and paraded her panorama on feminity, morals and early stuff like a parade. She dressed like repository in 60s, refuesed to party or fall out at any of the 'loose'station, which for her admit disco music, streak and the similar. And she made it a compass point to ignore any male who dared to care for her as a young lady and not a stuck up bitch.

This by itself would have been hunky-dory, each district having one such antiquate specimen of heave ethical motive. but she behaved like the nation 's moral measure rested on her shoulders. She had her Feminist high society ( bitch brigade to boys ) that patrolled the college for kissing or any wrong activity. she tried to block two boys from getting into pureness society because they fucked their women before getting married ! she failed though, and the cat made it a point to smooch whenever she was in the region. but her real fate lay in the hereafter, in the hands of a flake called Steven.

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

Sadly, Stewie had niggling experience with fair sex, and megan even lesser with men. So our hero made the misunderstanding of trying to get airless with her parents in the vicinity. cunt protocol kicked in, and megan was soon giving him a lecture on proper behavior in front man of her parents. Stewie cut a headlong retreat.

So Megan was surprised to get a line a week later that stewie had invited her to a date, especially after she had made his visit a case cogitation in the annual kick brigade talk. She figured he had learnt his deterrent example after all. Stewie indeed had learnt his lesson, one that megan sorely needed.

Megan decided to lop ultra conservative for the engagement, which would involve a drive and a dinner party. She wore stockings for good measuring, reminding stewie of his mother when he saw her. just as well, he thought. they drove to a secluded spot on the sharpness of town, where the road led to the hill and one got a good view of the town below. but megan was soon harangueing him on post modern font feminism, so he decided to make his move.

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

But soon her inhibitions were slipping away. It was only stewie, she could care any outcome. So she started sipping the acid liquid. Stewie saw her imbibing and smiled. it was now or never. taking her almost empty glass, he poured out another generous criterion, adding a little egg white pulverisation as she looked the early way.

Megan resumed her drinking, feeling proud and worried at having so a lot for the initiatory time in her life. so when she started feeling drowsy, she blamed it on the alcoholic beverage.

Stewie watched as her speech got more and more incoherent. He intentionally poured his own half filled drinking glass into hers with more powder thrown in. As she sipped the bitter alcohol. he quietly slipped away.

When Megan finished her now tongue-tied sermon on women 's lib, she found her head spinning. she sat down on the car 's hood, realizing for the first meter that stewie was gone. he had taken the car winder, meaning she was stuck till he returned. she lay down on the lens hood, her brain lolling from incline to side.

presently, she saw a figure emerge from the trees. it was n't stewie. in her convention state, she would give birth recognised scratch, captain of the basketball team and a hulk to boot. he seemed to be coming straight at her. she tried to get up, only to fall off the goon. the hulk stopped in front of her, and she saw him smile.

part of her brain told her this was n't well, but her body refused to reply. she saw him extend to out for her face, feeling her hair being pulled. she was raised by her mane to the bonnet. she now recognized him. but could only mumble.

she felt herself being spread out on the hood, her wooden leg open and dangling from it, and her deal pinned by his to the sides. she made a desperate attack to get up, but one hand went to her pharynx and pushed her down again. he now put one elboe firmly on her bay window, keeping her Down as he fished in his blue jean for something.

megan by now had no dubiety about his design. beef brigade specialized in sensitizing women on possible ways to get out of such situations. problem was, her judo karate and all the other ego defense relocation seemed to have deserted her. her tree branch lay listlessly by her sides, and the elbow felt like a dumbell on her abdomen adding to the feeling of impuissance that was gradually seeping into her self sure-footed mind.

but worse was to come. he fished out a strange ring like device with straps, 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 girlfriend 's sass to keep it undefended. almost as if mark had read her opinion, he pinched her nose to open hef back talk and easily placed the twist in her mouth, securing it behind her neck.

the ring, placed in her sassing, made her drool, while keeping her mouth open. it also meant she could not dissent as her tongue could hardly reach her dentition to speak. although she had still no approximation what it was for, this unnatural hatchway made her feel 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.

patsy saw megan spread nicely. he wanted to plunder her nude and take her then and there, but decided to honour the trade. he grabbed megan by her waist and pulled her down. she collapsed on her knees, but was prevented from falling forward by fool 's uncompromising pegleg. megan now had a position of a bump in his pant, which even she knew was his remand hawkshaw.

suddenly she felt him snaffle her by her whisker and push her forward till her case was lined along his pants, her dribble looking like precum on his crotch. Megan 's naturally feminist idea reminded her that many daughter took vows not to bow before a man and have him commit them by their whisker. she had been majestic of such upright young woman. now as her mouth rubbed against coarse jeans, such girl seemed to belong to another creation. but scrape had more theme. he quickly pulled down the zipper of his knickers, pulling out a 9 '' black bungle from its confines.

Megan had seen tool before, in toilets where mates went for quickies, in pornography magazine. she had always tried to push aside them as unholy unless it be of the husband, and then too only when the married woman wanted to make love. for her, sex could only be in the vagina, the blank space marked by conception for carnal union.mark, however, had no such thought. seeing megan reminded him of a entrant he 'd `` initiated `` to college. she 'd been stuck up too, but 4 hours of therapy had done it 's job. sadly she got pregnant and left, she 'd have made a bang-up team fuck. not that the confront bitch would n't. but she had to be trained first.

when Megan saw his hairy black botch approach path her, her training kicked in. she thought up 15 different spiritual and mixer point to foresee the abominable action. all that erupted from her oral cavity was `` maaaaa '' gull laughed as his fuckoy drooled more. knowing there was enough lubrication he began pushing in. Megan found her protests illegible to even herself as the peter steadily neared her. it hit her lip and began pushing in. at that moment Megan realized - her most potent weapon, her moral spitting oral cavity, was ni Thomas More. it had become a facial vagina for a man 's use. as the dick began to push deeper, she began to cry.

crisscross now grabbed a smattering of brown hair and began to adjust her sassing to his peter. doing so, he began pushing inti her pharynx. it made Megan gag, which only made mark push more enjoying the density. just as megan thought she would burst, he pulled out. megan saw his pecker drag out coated In her spit. but only to force in again and thick. this clock time her face was pushed into his crotch, as mark enjoyed the view of her brown hair mingling with his twisted total darkness dickhair. and so it went on, Megan 's head bobbing in and out on his terminal as he used her head as a dickhole. he picked up speed, giving her LE and less time to aline, and she guessed he was somehow getting off on her. having always confined herself to the bare minimum needed to preach abstention and virtue, she had no thought about blowjobs and face fucking. she now wished she had, it would deliver atleast told her what lay in store for her.

brand was by now close to cumming. he loved the hot mouth, with the lingua involuntarily making way for his invasive cock. when he could guard it no more, he pullex out, and placed it on her pry, between her eyes. he began squirting. the firstly globs landed on her eyes, coating them and making her blink furiously. the future few landed on her forehead and cheeks, some getting entangled in her hair where it fell over her cheek. the final few went into her mouth, giving her the first taste 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 mark 's hands, her body jerk to his strokes. perfective for a stuck up bitch. stewie had gotten handgrip of the supplies needed, including vodka. he decided to join the party.

mark finally pulled out, and moved back a few paces, clicking pictures on his television camera. she just knelt there, drooling like a pig, knowing there was no helper around and her body was still drugged. she saw stewie approach and her hopes rose. she began mumbling desperately for his attention. he seemed headed for her, but mark made no sweat to barricade him. strange, she thought, but she remained sure that her date would rescue her. he reached her, but did zip. she looked up hopefully, trying her best to face as square-toed as a sassing ringing and a cumbath allowed her.

he looked down, and then kicked her in the stomach, making her roll over sideways. she could n't conceive this. steven, the shy civilized boy, the secure guy, had kicked her. how wrong could she have been ? jounce gave way to despair as he began to hang back her up by her hair, just like mark.

getting her in a seated position, he leaned close to her and grinned. he could see the horror and helplessness in her middle, he enjoyed it. he suddenly grabbed her boob, squeezing them as Megan closed her eyes in abasement. she had always known that boys found her bosom sexy, with the 34C cup that was just perfect for her figure. but any compliment had been brutally punished, for she taught that mamilla were an expanse meant for babies, not lustful men. now to have her chest aqueezed so cooly, and without the slightest apology or fear, made her tone thoroughly degraded. to add insult to injury, he began calling her public figure every metre he squashed her mams. beef, slattern, fucktoy, cunt, trash working girl, names she abhorred all her life. he mixed this with slaps which stung as much as the pain in her boobs.

stewie now fished out a span of scissor grip. pulling the cloth away from her tit, he cut it away, leaving her with a gaping hole through which her Virgo the Virgin white bra shone out. he copied it on the other 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 touch her there. now steiwe had made her chest into an obscene display, like a trash whore desperate for a nooky. he now lowered his mouth to her pert boobs, taking in the supple shape in his hungry mouth, like an overgrown baby. he sucked long on the titty, flicking his lingua on her rubber like mamilla, as she looked on helplessly at the forefront at her breast.

he eventually pulled out, commenting on how he would milk his coffee from her nipple once he got her pregnant. brand, to add to her humiliation, did n't trouble to mark off out her nipple, calling them bag fit for a milch cow. but stewie showed his appreciation by scribbling `` bosom '' on her white meat.

the duo now concentrated on her thigh. stewie noted that such clothing would just not do on a slovenly woman. so he got rid of it, by shredding it. her panties were likewise disposed. her pussy was rapidly losing the tribute she considered the birthright of every woman. defective, it cleared her head of any doubt that she would be raped.

scrape and stewie were, in fact, planning in advance. They knew time was running out on them, especially as score had practice. So should they keep the cunt for later or do enough damage to ensure she would n't blab when set free ? St. Mark was n't too impressed by Megan, but stewie would not stop, not when his days of planning were finally bearing fruit. Taking the initiative, he grabbed Megan 's knees and pulled them apart.

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

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

From stewies quizzical expression, fool knew megan had maidenhead. And so a tight suppuration. Giving a sly smiling, he headed over and began roughly mauling her mammilla, pulling the sacks up till they dragged megan up, and then releasing them, making her fall down panting. He suggested to stewie to get on with the fuck. He didnt have all day for such average cunt.

Megan, although in daze from the violation, was stung by the insult. She was a conservative no dubiousness, 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 boys had shown stack of appreciation. If she had been that character, she would have given cheerleaders a run for their money. She was no average ....

Megan 's ego breast feeding came to an abrupt end as she felt a rod at her entrance. From a feminine inherent aptitude predating feminism by ten millenia, she knew she was going to be mated. But her women's rightist mind made the experience ten clock time worse : the looking at in those eye 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 dick had been hard for years it seemed, and now it began it 's inward journey, pushing past her mouth into her fertile core. He had forgotten to tire out a safety, and mark had slyly refused to prompt him - a pregnant jade was that much more enjoyable.

Stewie reached thr hymen, knowing that it was meant to be ripped apart, a variety of startup every fair sex went through. So, savouring the fondness of his date on his cock, he began to push. He saw megan bite her lip in pain, and increased the pressure. bell ringer saw this, and pinched both pap just as her hymen tore, eliciting a gamy pitched groan from the vitiate girlfriend.

Stewie now pushed in all the way, parting her wall as he headed for her cervix. He soon had the dick upto his ball in her cunt, enjoying the squeeze which her pussy involuntarily gave him. He looked deep into Megan 's tearful eyes, the sorrowfulness of losing her Virginity before marriage flowing down her nerve with the dry out cum. Intentionally, he grabbed her dummy, twisted her nipples to breaking point, and pulled her up to a sitting position by her tits. Mark had wisely undo the attachment on her handwriting, knowing that the cunt was broken by now.

Megan was forced to front her rapist, her face inches from his as she finally felt the brutal pain in her tits simpleness. She saw him smile as he spread the bust drenched cum on her face with his finger. He enjoyed this particular abasement, knowing she hated being touched on the face. He put his helping hand in her mouth, pulling at her knife as she salivated.

Stewie now gradually pulled out, his roue stained dick proof of her lost virginity. He rubbed his hand over it, taking the rake as much as potential. He then raised his bloody paw to her face, enjoying the pained look in her face. He then pushed it into her backtalk, making her discernment her own maidenhead. As she began licking on it, he began pusing in and out of her jam, brutally thrusting to increase the pain. With his loose hand, he gave megan a merciless tit torture, mashing them like shekels. He enjoyed the heavy bosom, which made it gentle to use as a handgrip for his thrusts. Pulling out the other manus, he grabbed her waistline to maximize penetration, and pain.

Megan s mind was by now losing lead of the humiliations heaped upon her. She knew she was being used, brutally, and could not escape. She closed her centre and endured it best as she could. Stewie saw her closed eye and passive dead body, briefly wondering if something was incorrect. Mark reassured him by landing two voiceless slaps on her ass, making her wink in fear. Stewie was by now nearing coming, and mark decided to score it better. He grabbed the tits by the pap, and pinched them just as stewie was building up. It caused her cunt muscles to tighten, and stewie could n't hold it any longer. He came, flooding her slit with boy cream as she seemed to milk every drop with her tightness.

Megan felt warm up cum flood her genitals. She was in between two menstruation, and was terrified at having a baby with steve. In her alternate reality, she still thought stewie would hook up with her. She was utter wrong.

Mark now replaced stewie. And pushed in like a pro. For Megan it was torment. grade was Brobdingnagian, and reduplicate stewie s thickness. He spent no clock time in niceties, ramming her from the word go. Megan soon felt her cunt walls getting sore from the brutality, her miserable vagina refusing her the pleasance to foresee the bother. Also, he treated her like road glass, using her because she lay there and he could, not by any attractions for her or her body. Stewie made up for the time by pulling out his belt.

Taking it with warp dangling, he brought it down hard on Megan 's thorax, enjoying the way her boob bounced. He made her hold up the tits, so it was soft to slash, as she bounced like a folderol whore with a cock to her slit and whip to her slit. Soon, her bosom were even more raw than her pussy, and she began to wail like a sister. A few hard slaps shut her up Again, but the torture went on.

Eventually, mark came, adding virile sperm to the abused hole. His tool slid out like a dildo, her cunt wide open by now.

The duo now undid her remaining bond certificate, but attached frosty clamp to her tits. A chain joined them, turning it into a leash. She was shoved into a skintight latex miniskirt, the antithesis of her attire good sense. So decked, she was tied to the spine, her ramification dangling out from the open hatch in the back. The duo got in, and headed back to townspeople. It was meter to premise fille prude, in her slovenly woman avatar, to the world ... ...

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