The Crush

The Crush

I can remember the first girl I fell for in college. I was a sophomore. She was amazing, she had jet black hair, long and straight, like a waterfall of black ink, she was spectacular. Her frame was tall and lean, like a cheerleader, but she was not really into being a spectator. She was more of an athlete. She liked to climb, loved to bike, and played football and tennis on the side. She was, in a word, very well balanced. She was also completely out of my league. Which is why I was surprised to see her standing next to me, while I was sitting down at lunch at the cafeteria. We had Calculus I together, believe it or not she was studying to be a biologist and wanted to get her math requirement in something challenging.

I thought maybe she was waiting for someone, so I didn't dare look up. I could see she was wearing her climbing boots and cutoff camo-pants. I didn't dare look higher, but my imagination was running wild with the input I was already trying to process. Her legs were impossible long and tan, and her cutoffs didn't even start until her mid thigh.

“Is anyone sitting here?”

I looked up, trying not to betray how intimidated I was by her mere presence, but I am sure she saw right through me. “Uh, not unless they're invisible,” I smiled trying to lighten the edge I felt.

She had a bright, lilting laugh. I could listen to it forever, “Oh well maybe I will make his day and sit in Mr. Invisible's lap” and she was sitting across from me, her books in her arms folded across her chest. Her hair was pulled back into a bun, and her top was nothing more than a wife-beater, also cut off, highlighting her unbelievable stomach. Her chest was hiding behind her books, but when she sat down and threw her books on the table, they were proud and almost mocked me. “You will never touch us, loser, but go ahead and look, we will be sure to tell her,” they seemed to say to me as she blurted out her intentions for sitting next to me.

“Hey, I noticed you had the same calculus book as me, I was wondering, do you think maybe you could help me on a few problems. I mean, I know what I am doing but since this book doesn't give out the answers, it would be nice to know I am getting the problems right before class. What are you doing tonight?” All in one quick breath, and it was almost a demand, she really didn't ask me if I would, it was just… assumed?

My mouth got dry, there had to be a catch… The nerd boys at the end of the table were already gawking and I could see out of the corner of my eye, the girls she rolls with were looking for her and trying to figure out where to sit down for lunch. I had to make this quick or lose my chance.

“Sure, I don't have any plans tonight, what time is good?” I chirped back, god that sounded too eager. She noticed too and smiled.

“I didn't think you would. Be at my sorority door at 8:00 , not a minute before, we are having some sort of meeting and no boys are allowed. Don't forget to bring your book, plan on staying about an hour. Gotta run,” and she was off.

I looked down at the geek boys and they turned away. I felt… proud? I saw a few other people notice, I felt important, or something. One guy I knew, he was a senior, Chemistry major I think, he came over and sat down. “Dude, what did she want?”

“Just some help with her calculus homework,” I replied, trying to hide any residual satisfaction I had at her presence.

“Well, ok, but just be careful, she has a reputation for destroying guys like us,” he paused “Remember last year, during orientation?”

Last year, when we were freshmen, they had a week long orientation ending in an ice cream social. She was one of the orientation leaders, I think she is a year ahead of us. Anyway, one of the first years, a computer programmer, was smitten with her. He would follow her around like a puppy all week. On the last day of orientation, she had him scooping out ice cream for everyone, and while he wasn't looking, she and two other girls from her sorority got behind him, pulled his shorts down to his ankles and pushed him face first into the tub of ice cream. The tub was as big as a garbage can, and as he was so out of shape and disoriented, they added toppings while he struggled to get out – caramel, sprinkles, and an entire bowl of cool whip. Everyone, I mean EVERYONE, was laughing. He was so embarrassed he dropped out of school before it even started.

I just figured it was a prank, so what, but the look on this Chemistry major's face had me rethink the whole invitation. So it was at a sorority, big deal. She could dump me into a garbage can of ice cream, Chinese food or Mexican refried beans for all I cared. Just being near her was intoxicating.

“Yea, I can handle it, don't worry,” I played like John Wayne.

He paused. Looked at me again, and left without saying anything more. Maybe he knew something I didn't. Still, whatever, this was going to be a night to remember. A night with a gorgeous vixen I had been eyeing all semester, and I was not going to miss it.

I was pacing in my room. The day was going so slow. Ugh. Finally, it was 7:30 . I would walk over to her house and wait down the street until 8:00 and spend an hour with a true goddess. I was so excited, I had brushed my teeth 5 times, changed shirts 3 times and practiced all the small talk I could think of. What she liked to do, where she went on the weekends, where she was from, etc.

On the walk up to her sorority, I kept checking my watch to make sure I was not going to be late. I waited a block away and at 7:58 I walked towards her sorority house. As I was getting closer, I heard laughter, the sound of at least 50 girls laughing and cheering? Maybe I was a little early. I waited another minute, it was after 8pm so I walked up the walkway and hit the buzzer. Almost before I took my hand off, the door opened. It was her, and she was absolutely beaming. Her hair was pulled straight back in a ponytail and she was wearing pink and white silk shorts and a long sleeve t-shirt. It was tight and she looked incredible. “Come on in, the meeting just ended,” she smiled, inviting me inside. I could see and hear all the girls, walking and talking, the meeting must have literally just ended. No one seemed to notice me as I walked up the stairs to her room. She had a single and it was immaculately clean.

“Sit there,” she pointed to an imaginary chair next to her desk. I kind of stood there next to her, while she sat down and opened up her calculus book. Without even looking over at me, she turned on her desk lamp and told me again “Sit down, on the floor, and open your book, we only have an hour.” I was a little confused but did what she said. From the angle I was sitting at it was hard to tell, but I think she was smirking a bit… I got my book out of my backpack and flipped to the chapter we were on. She went through the problems, and I checked them off with her. She had gotten all of them right so far, and actually spotted an error I had made. About halfway into the hour, her door knocked and one of her friends walked in. She was tall and thin also, with impossibly thick chestnut colored hair which farmed her green eyes and pale skin. Her body was a work of art, curves like a mountain road and every bit as dangerous as one too. They talked about their upcoming formal (in 3 weeks) and how excited they were. Her friend didn't even say hi to me, which was odd, but I could tell from their conversation that the girl with whom I was hopelessly obsessed with did not yet have a date. Apparently she had broken up with her last boyfriend and was trying to find someone to take or was planning on not going. Maybe if I played my card right I could… nah!

Her friend left and we got back into the book immediately. We finished all the problems and she felt really pleased. She really knew her stuff. We talked about a few things and I got up the courage to ask her about her formal, if she would really not go rather than go alone, she wrinkled her nose and told me “If I don't go with someone, I am not going, but he has got to be special. I like smart guys, and this campus is full of idiots.” Smart guys? Wow… Maybe I would have a chance… An alarm went off and I kind of jumped off the floor a bit. It was an alarm on her desk, the hour was up. Good God she was disciplined. She got up and told me to get my things together, that she would walk me down to the door “to avoid being snatched up by any of her sisters,” and we both laughed. It was the first time I had ever been in a sorority house, and it was like heaven being around so many women at once. I didn't know which way to look, they were everywhere.

At the door she told me “thanks,” and then opened it and parted with “Be here tomorrow, smarty pants, same time, and bring a chair if you don't want to sit on the floor,” and she shut the door behind me. It was dark and there were hardly any lights out, but all the way home I was alight inside. I could have been hit by a bus and I would have been fine. She was unbelievable, she was gorgeous, and she was smart too. I didn't care if I sat on the floor, truth be told, I kind of liked it. The way she would look down at me, smiling every time she got the right answer, or ask me questions regarding why the problem was set up that way. And her chest, god from that angle, her chest just looked enormous. And her legs and her feet, I mean, she literally consumed me from where I sat.

The next day it was more of the same thing. “No chair? You like the floor, huh? Maybe I should just call you Matt!” and she laughed at her joke as we walked up to her room. After the problem set, I tried to make small talk but her phone rang. It was her ex, she asked me to wait outside while they talked. I could hear her yelling through the door, and after a few minutes, she met me at the door with my book bag, and without saying anything walked me to the front door of the sorority, opened it and then shut it behind me. I could tell she had been crying a little, she was upset. What kind of a jerk could do that to her? Did she need me the next day? I guess it didn't matter I didn't have any plans. Well, I would come up here at 8pm anyway, but I was kind of stunned. She didn't even say anything to me. Girls can be so emotional. Maybe I should get her something for tomorrow, just to show her that I care and to make her feel better.

It was 8pm on Wednesday and I rang the bell to her sorority house. The door opened and it was her! I was relieved! Her hair was everywhere, awash over her shoulders and swaying as she spoke. “Good boy, I was sure you were smart enough to meet me again at 8 without having to tell you. I like smart boys!” and she winked. OMG she winked at… me!!! I tried not to lose my mind, but there she was, in her pajamas, long flannel pants, bare feet, and an button down top, opened about half way down her chest, showing tons of cleavage, which she had to show. Her hair was ruffled, but she looked adorable. And she had just flirted with me? Oh I was in heaven. But I had brought a surprise…

“Here,” I offered her what I had behind my back. It was a dozen long stem roses, all red, all beautiful. It had cost me the rest of the money I had for the semester, but I didn't care, I just wanted to see her smile. “I know you were upset, so I hope these brighten your day.”

She was a little stunned, maybe I had surprised her this time, but she smiled quickly, “Oh these are wonderful! How sweet of you, you are such a nice guy! These are really for me? What a surprise, you really shouldn't have, gosh you are so kind!” She took them from my hand and told me to go up to her room, that she would get a vase and water to put them in and meet me upstairs in a minute. I was so happy, I had made her smile! Just earlier this week I was just a nothing to her, some dork in her class, and now, things were changing!

I sat on the floor and waited for her to arrive. She brought up the flowers and put them on her desk. She thanked me again, but then we got down to business. We went over the problem set, and after it was through, I did everything I could to talk to her, but never brought up her ex or what had happened the night before. I had her laughing a few times. She was so sweet, and smart, I was absolutely in heaven. She kept looking at the roses and told me that she would definitely have to give me a surprise to thank me for being so nice. How the roses were such a thoughtful gift and how lucky she was to have bumped into me.

“Ok, well, our time is up. You really are a dear helping me with this calculus homework all week. I know tomorrow is Friday, but I was wondering, might you like to come up a little early, say around 7:00? We could hang out and kick off the weekend?” she asked, but she already knew the answer. My heart was practically beating outside my chest and I was breathing fast, as she was talking to me. Omg, she wanted to hangout with me? I was flushed and tried to calm myself. Her chest was literally falling out of her top, and her eyes were shiny and sparkled.

“Oh, sure, that would be great! I will be here at 7:00 !” I told her as we walked down the stairs to the front door of her sorority.

“Perfect! And remember, don't bring any books, or any more surprises for that matter, tomorrow I get to surprise you, ok?” She laughed and shoved me out the door, shutting it behind me. I can still remember the way she looked at me, and the feeling of her chest on my back before she gave me that push. It could have been off a pier and I would not have cared.

Wow. I couldn't believe what she had said. I would be hanging out with her tomorrow! This was too good to be true! I was literally bounding down to my dorm room. My mind was flying all over the place. She wanted me! I must be the luckiest guy on campus! I bumped into the Chemistry major on the way down to my dorm room, literally, we kind of bonked into each other outside of the dorm. “Oh hey, sorry,” I offered, I was so giddy I was out of my mind. He had dropped a bunch of papers, it looked like a biology project. It was hard to tell because it was dark out, but I could have sworn I saw biology and a girls name on the papers, but he gathered them up quickly and mumbled something about being late, and ran off. He was an odd ball.

That night I could barely sleep. I kept replaying the whole event in my head. Oh I couldn't wait! This had been the best week of my life, she was too perfect!

I was in space during my lab and my English comp class on Friday. All I could do was watch the clock on the wall and pray for time to move. At 6:45 I was on my way to her sorority. I was wearing a nice shirt and pants, my hair was slicked back and while she told me not to bring any surprises, I had gotten the RA to buy me champagne. I just wanted to bring her something. I mean, isn't that what people do at parties? Bring gifts? I hit the bell at 7:00pm sharp. A few minutes later and the door opened. It was her!

“Hey, come on in! What are you doing with that? Didn't I say no more surprises! Oh ok, come on, lets get upstairs to my room before anyone else sees you and tries to steal our party favors!” She looked amazing. She was wearing a white skirt, a black spaghetti strap top, and her hair was wound up behind her head and dropped like, well like the roses I had given her. She looked fantastic. I walked behind her and saw her heels, they were unreal, white with silver and spiked. I could tell from her skirt that she was either wearing a thong or nothing at all. She was a complete knock out. I was at a loss for words and just followed her up. Her skirt was literally riding up with every step, I was hypnotized by her. The bottom of her ass was peeking out on each step, and she caught me looking when we got to the top of the landing. She turned around quickly and tweaked me on the nose “Did you get a good look? Would you do anything for an even closer look?” And she laughed, while I followed her down the hallway.

“Get in,” she held the door open. I walked into her room and stood in the center. There was led zeppelin playing, it was an early album, and her lights were dimmed but her place was still immaculate.

“How do you keep your room so clean, you are so busy, when do you find the time?” I asked, genuinely perplexed.

“Oh we have pledges, they do all the chores, and I have a few of my own as well, so it works out, sorority life is great! I absolutely love getting what I want,” she smiled back.

“Go on, sit on my bed, its ok, you don't have to sit on the floor tonight” and she walked beside me, giggling, and set the champagne bottle in her refrigerator. She came back with a tray and announced “Are you ready to get fucked up!?!” She was carrying a tray full of shots. There must have been 20 of them God, maybe more. All different colors and kinds. Jesus, she wasn't kidding!

And then I noticed. The shot glasses were laid out on the tray in the shape of a rose. There was no mistaking it. She sat down next to me and put the tray on her lap. She looked me in the eye and I could tell she was excited. Her chest was perfect, they were proud but I swear they were still mocking me. I didn't care, I might have a chance tonight. Maybe she would even take me to her formal! “Oh you mocked me last week, twins, but look at how close I am to you now, on her bed and the only thing separating me from you are 20 shots that we are about to do,” I thought to those perfect twins on her chest. I was getting cocky, I could almost feel her under me. Her body was to die for.

“Go on, take this,” and she offered me a shot glass. She picked up another one and looked at me “Here's to the sweetest guy, helping me with calculus,” and boom, it was down. I felt like fire inside, and not from the shot. I licked my lips and asked what it was.

“Rum-runner, matey! No time to waste, have another! Sex on the beach?” She cocked an eye and had me for a second. I laughed, feeling the first shot already, and grabbed the second glass from her hand as she set my empty one down. “Here's to boys with red roses,” and we tossed back another pair of shots. I was feeling great. She really was one in a million. I was out of my mind with excitement, I must be the luckiest guy in the world! Getting drunk with one of the hottest girls on campus! What luck!

She lightened up after the second and we spoke for a bit about stupid things. What she had planned for the weekend (kayaking) and how the semester was going so slow. “What are you weekend plans?” she asked with a grin. I told her I didn't have any. “Well, maybe I will have to change that!” she beamed. I felt special, I would love to go kayaking with her but I didn't even know how, let alone own a kayak. “I don't know how to kayak,” I mumbled to her, but she giggled. “Oh, don't worry, you won't need to.”

Before I could say anything, she continued, “Here, time for another,” and on it went. “To geeks, hot girls use them, while nobody else wants them,” and she laughed as I downed the shot. Nobody wants them? What did she mean? She was getting drunk!

And here came another shot, it looked like Goldschlager. Oh god I was going to be hung-over the next day. “To math nerds, they're good for something, but every loser has his place!” more laughter and another shot gone. I was really feeling it, and she seemed to gather steam with her… toasts? They got crazier, and well, to be quite honest, they got more insulting. I couldn't tell if she meant it, but she was laughing, so I guess it was ok. What's a little joke between friends?

She gathered up the next shot, we had both done about 7 or 8 now in the span of 30 minutes. I was really beginning to get drunk. Her voice sounded far away and her smile was permanent. God I would do anything for her.

She looked me in the eye and got close to me, scooting on her bed. I could feel the heat from her body, and her breasts were literally almost touching my arm. Our faces inches apart. Her knee touched mine, her skirt was riding so high, I couldn't dare look or she would bust me. I felt a little bold, the alcohol was working. Her breath still smelled like perfume, or almost like… like roses…She held my gaze and brought the shot up to my mouth, “Open up…” Not even letting me touch the glass and said, “Here's to you- a pathetic excuse for a man, an absolute dork. So pitiful, thinking a few days of homework-help and a dozen roses would ever get you anywhere near a goddess like me,” and she poured the shot down my mouth. I shook my head for a second. Had she just said that or was I thinking that? Before I could even think further, let alone take the shot, my face stung. She had slapped me. She held out another shot. “Go on, drink it!” she was looking into my eyes, I was a little dumbfounded, but I drank it anyway. “Hahahaha! Loser!” she laughed, and she grabbed my hair with one hand and with her other hand, reared back her palm and slapped me as hard as she possible could. My shot glass went flying across her carpeted sorority room floor. I was drunk, but that had stung! Stars were flying around my head.

“What was that for?” I asked, backing up a little from her, but she just scooted along with me along the bed, forcing me into the corner by the wall.

“I told you what that was for, dork-breath, and we have 2 more shots to go. I asked you if you wanted to get fucked up with me, so well, I am going to fuck you up!” She remarked, matter of factly, handing me another shot glass as though nothing had just happened. If I wasn't seeing stars, I might have believed none of it had just happened, but my face stung and I am sure there was a hand print on one side of my cheek. Her breath was coming in short gasps, making her chest swell and heave, I couldn't stop staring at them. At her, oh god, she was so hot, but she was going crazy on me.

“God, she plays rough,” I thought to myself, taking the shot glass from her, a little wary of another shot, hoping that she was done with all that. She took another shot glass and giggled at my obvious apprehension.

“Here's to another loser who has fallen into my trap, its lights out for you, nerd boy, you are such a sucker, I am going to teach you a lesson you never forget, ever!!!” I looked over her shoulder while she was telling me this, something was wrong. It was the roses. The roses were out of the vase. Actually, the stems were there, thorns and all, but there wasn't a petal left. She smiled when she finished speaking, and all of a sudden I felt the world go black and a multitude of hands grab me and pin me down. I dropped the shot glass and tried to scream, but I was muffled by the bed, and by whatever was over my head. I couldn't see a thing. There were hands everywhere. On my arms, my legs, my feet, sitting on me, holding me down, pinning me, I was literally helpless. I was drunk, yes, but I was still aware of what was happening. I couldn't move a muscle and I was trying. I heard a lot of girls laughing, it sounded like half of the sorority was in her room.

“Ok, Loser, play time is up, and now its pay time. Pay time for every nasty glance you gave me, for every lecherous look and for every, single second I had to put up with your weak-kneed, jerky-boy self. God, how stupid could you be, thinking you ever had a chance with me! You might be book smart, but you are as senseless as a dumb mule,” she remarked as I felt hands adjusting, legs wrapping around me, sitting on me, twisting me around, onto my back. I was wrapped in bodies and hands and legs and absolutely unable to fight them off or move an inch.

Suddenly the hood over my head was removed and I could see again! There she was, right above me, my head held in place by her knees as she sat on the bed looking down at me. She was also holding my hair, not allowing me to look around with my head, but with my eyes I could see at least 7 other girls holding me down. There were three on each arm and one on my chest. I could feel at least another 4 holding my legs down. 11 girls, good god what the hell was going on. They were so hot and so cute, had I just died and gone to heaven? What in the hell did she mean about paying up, this was too good to be true, I would have wet dreams for years with all these hotties next to me.

“OMG he has a boner, I can feel it pressing up against me! Look!” one of the girls began to laugh, then they all laughed. I got red faced and tried not to show it. But jesus, what was I supposed to feel, this was beyond any fantasy.

“Oh God he's so pathetic!” another girls said.

“Take his pants down, let all the other girls see what a sad excuse for a man he is. Look how he lacks control, unable to think straight when his little cock thinks for him,” As they slid my pants down she continued, “See, look his little purple head. See what happens to him, unable to say no, unable to resist. This is how you get what you want out of these dorks. You turn them on, then you get what you want. It's that simple.”

“OK, loser, I am happy to introduce you to the pledge class of 2005. You won't need to know their names right now. As a matter of fact, to you, they are all Princesses, got that?” She was looking down at me with menace. Her eyes were ablaze and her demeanor was no longer playful. “I am their pledge master, and it's my job to make sure they learn how to deal with useless fucks like you. And I intend to make sure they never, ever forget it.”

“Bring me the cake batter” I saw a huge bowl and a large device that looked like a caulking gun sticking out of it. Her spaghetti strap top hung obscenely over her breasts as she took the bowl, placed it on my chest, and began to draw the cake batter into the caulking gun/plastic syringe looking device. “They use these to put icing on the top of the cake, but since we don't have a cake yet, I am using it to draw up all the batter in here. There is a lot, at least 2, maybe 3 helpings. Guess where it's going?” all the girls began to laugh

“Tell him ladies,” she smiled proudly as they announced in unison,

“IN YOUR MOUTH!!” all at once they laughed and shook, their bodies vibrating and touching me. I was in heaven, absolute bliss. “Cake batter from the most gorgeous girl I had ever talked to while a dozen or so freshmen girls hold me down? Oh no, please, what torture!” I smiled to myself thinking “This couldn't get any better!!!” Little did I know how right I was…

She drew up the plunger into the tube and withdrew the icing gun device. A few of the girls on my legs stood up on me so that they could get a better view while the girls on my arms and on my chest were all looking me directly in the eye, waiting for the inevitable.

“Why don't one of you begin to slowly touch his cock, don't even think of letting him orgasm. Just keep him nice and hard, that will keep him nice and weak, weak and useless, weak and unable to resist, isn't that right my little pathetic loser?” she looked down into my eyes as I felt the fantastic sensations of girl hands on my penis. I was already turned on and each stroke sent shivers up my spine. This was absolute heaven, I began to moan and arch my back slightly.

She smiled and didn't miss a beat. “Well, Loser, it's the moment of truth, the moment we have all been waiting for. Open that geek mouth of yours and get what you have coming to you! Open up and accept your fate, egghead, THIS is what you deserve. THIS is what you get for even thinking you could be with a girl like me. THIS is what you will get every weekend from now on until you graduate, you fucking pathetic piece of shit!”

My mouth was already open as she brought the oversized plastic syringe down. A drop of the cake batter fell off of the tip and landed on the corner of my mouth. What was nice was that the cake mix was still warm and, as it slid into my mouth, she shoved the head of the device into me.

“Ready Loser?” my dark haired beauty was looking down at me with glee. I was looking up at her and noticed, the taste, the drop, the one that fell into my mouth, it wasn't cake mix, it wasn't thick enough, it was too watery. What the hell was in that tube? My expression changed and she smiled. “What's that? Did you really believe I was about to squirt a quart of cake mix into your mouth? Do you think that's why you are here and why we are all so eager to watch? You really are as stupid as you look!!!”

My eyes almost popped out of my head as she slowly squeezed the plunger down. What the fuck was she feeding me? What was going on? OMG! OMG! No! No It couldn't be, OMG no!! She was laughing, laughing and singing as she kept my head still between her thighs, “Oh yes, Loser, yes it is!! That's it! Swallow it, swallow all of our boyfriends cum!” she laughed, squirting gobs and gobs of warm semen into my mouth. I gagged, and gagged, and fought but I was going no where and it was being forced down my throat. The blonde haired vixen on my chest grabbed my nose on cue and pinched it shut with her dainty hand “No where to go but down your throat, loser” she remarked in a sing-song voice. And they all laughed harder at that. My goddess kept pushing the plunger down, forcing my cheeks out, “Swallow it loser, or its going to get worse when I squirt this in your eyes and ears and up your nose.” I looked up at her and had no choice. She waved down at me, then gave me the finger as I gulped down a mouthful of disgusting, slimy jizz.

They all cheered, all 13 of them in the room, with the blonde girl on my chest clapping her hands and repeating over and over “Oh god, he's so pathetic, what a cum gurgling loser!” I sucked in air through my nose and prayed to god this would be over soon.

“Keep swallowing” was all I heard as the rest of the contents were emptied into my mouth. She withdrew the device from my mouth, now full of cum, and put it back into the bowl. While she refilled it, she remarked, “Do you know how hard it is to get half a gallon of warm, fresh semen? It's almost impossible! But that's why we have the most beautiful pledges, isn't that right girls?” they all laughed and agreed. “I had each of their boyfriends come over and have a jerk-off party into this big bowl. And when that wasn't enough, the girls went to a few fraternities and got their pledges to come over as well. It was all planned out just right, and let me tell you, there is so much of it here that you are going to be crying tears of sperm when we are done with you! Now open that mouth and look into my eyes while I completely rob you of any bit of self-respect you have! Look into the eyes of the woman that is about to break you apart! This is only the beginning, we will own you after this night, and I want you to remember the girl who did it to you! Do you here me? Open up loser and swallow our boyfriends' sperm!” I had no choice. Her twins were laughing at me under her spaghetti strap shirt. “We told you so” they ridiculed me. It was so humiliating, but the girls touching my cock had me in a trance and her beauty held me fast, I opened my mouth again as she slid the syringe into it, pushing it as far back as it would go, touching the back of my throat.

“No chance this time, dork, I am going to shoot this quart of cum right down your throat!” and with that, she kept her promise. I was gagging and the girls were laughing, uncontrollably now. They began to talk amongst themselves, and I could hear as the jizz was being slowly pumped down my throat “Oh this is so much fun, I have always wanted to take a loser like this and destroy him,” and “oh I know, what a fucking pathetic excuse for a man, he deserves it” and “Mmmm I bet that tastes horrible! I am so glad its him and not me! I can't wait until next week when I get to make him swallow it!” Oh god I was crying and gagging as the syringe was taken out of my mouth empty. I was blubbering now, I was breaking.

“Please, Princess, please stop, I will do anything you want, just stop making me swallow this disgusting mix, please. All I ever wanted was to be near you and help you, why are you doing this to me?” I pleaded as cum slid out of the sides of my mouth.

The girls quieted down. My Princess stopped filling the syringe and looked down at me, completely serious.

“That is precisely why I am doing this to you. Because you are so weak. Because you are so spineless. Because I CAN do it to you. Because you CAN'T say no to me! Now stop talking and open that mouth before I get a feeding tube and slide it down your throat through your nose and pump every last bit of cum into your belly!”

I cried as she forced my mouth open with the icing syringe and slowly, methodically squeezed every single drop of semen into my mouth. “that it, swallow it, swallow it loser, that's what you do, you obey, no matter how foul and disgusting, you are just a receptacle for women like me. We own you, you are just a fucking object to us.” And as she repeated this, I gulped it down, and when I was finished, the small room erupted in cheers and applause.

“Normally we would be done here, ladies, but I want you to hold him down. This fuck-tard brought me a dozen red roses earlier this week. He must have been out of his mind, thinking some silly flowers would get my clothes off… but since he has been so good, maybe I should… maybe I should indulge him and let him under my skirt…”

She stood up while saying this and undid her hair. It flowed all around down her body, over her chest and back. She was a perfect vision of royalty. Her long tan legs ending at her skirt. Her chest and stomach perfect, and she smiled as she turned around, her ass now facing me. Slowly she brought herself down over my mouth. Oh Thank god, I would at least get to eat her out. I was right, she wasn't wearing any thing under her skirt. I felt the hem of it tickle my neck. I could feel the pledge girls move up on me, some holding my head still, others using metal hooks or something to pull my cheeks apart. “Keep that mouth open, and this will all be over soon,” she sweetly told me as her sex slid from my chin up over my mouth and planted itself on my nose. I was in heaven, until I realized her asshole was directly over my mouth, and I heard her grunting slightly.

“Since you gave me those roses, I was thinking, what's the best way to give them back to you, to really drive home the point that not only can you never have me, but that it was an insult to get flowers from a loser like you!! Just the thought that flowers would somehow make me want to jump your sickly body had me so pissed, you are lucky I didn't shove them up your ass tonight! But I had a better idea. I had a nice salad, covered in sweet red rose petals… And now, loser, I am giving them all back to you…one mouthful at a time!”

I was still listening to her as her asshole opened up and filled my mouth with a large log of her warm shit. It all landed in my mouth and before I could think, the girls holding the hooks released them and simultaneously shoved my chin up and shut my mouth for me. My mouth was completely full and bursting with her shit. I couldn't taste them, but as the girls moved my jaw around and told me to chew, I could feel them I could feel the rose petals in my mouth as all the girls in the room began to laugh.

“Swallow it.” It had to be the blonde girl, her voice was so sweet and gentle “Swallow it loser” she emphasized by pinching my nose shut and caressing the side of my face. “That's it, big gulps, there's more on the way, don't worry, you are going to be full of shit and cum when we are done with you, oh yes, I saw her eating that salad, and let me tell you, I bet you will have at least another 3 mouthfuls before she is finished with you… come on swallow more for me, gulp down her turds before they get cold, mmm good boy, now open,” she sweetly directed me. My throat contracted and I swallowed the last bit, and heard more laughs and cheers. “Oh My God! He actually swallowed her shit, he swallowed it just like she said he would!”

“Keep touching his cock, I want him thoroughly aroused during this entire process. If he is aroused while I am feeding him shit, he will get confused and it will fuck with his head. See girls, we want to mind-fuck him into submission, we want to twist his little brain around so that he becomes aroused when we humiliate him. He has a long road ahead of him, serving your pledge class will not be easy, and he will be much more cooperative if we keep him hard as much as possible. That's it, now loser, keep that mouth wide open!”

Then before I knew it, the goddess of my dreams planted her asshole on my mouth again and deliberately, slowly, methodically, squeezed another helping into my mouth. I was beyond broken. I didn't need anyone to force me. I began to chew it and swallow it bits at a time. The girls on either side of me noticed and began to relax their grip. My raven haired goddess actually stood up and turned around to look down at me, her hands on her hips, a haughty look on her face. A look of triumph, a look of conquest. Her breasts, the twins, they mocked me louder than ever. It was then that I saw another girl, she was holding a video camera and was taping it all. The girls next to me, holding me there all stood up and watched as I continued to chew and swallow.

“O god, he's actually doing it! You broke him! He's eating your shit! In one night you completely broke him and he is ours forever!”

“Its unbelievable, look at him, he is swallowing it without anyone even holding him down! Oh this film will be priceless, there is no way he can get out of this now, he is so fucked!”

“Completely fucked!”

“When do I get to shit in his mouth? Next weekend? Oh I am going to be sure to eat lots of corn and make him pick it out and eat it separately! I have always said guys would eat the corn out of my shit, and he is DEFINITELY going to prove that right!”

They were all beautiful. They were looking down on me in a mixture of awe and disgust. I was like an experiment that they had read about but never seen first hand. I was out of my mind. The most beautiful girls in the world surrounding me, laughing at me, looking down on me while I swallowed the rest, and opened my mouth for more.

As my goddess climbed over me and onto my chest, positioning her asshole directly over my waiting mouth she began to explain how things were going to be as she filled my mouth again with the rose petals of her shit. “Every night during the week you will come up here from 4pm when your classes end until 10pm . You will do every last bit of my calculus homework, my English homework, clean my room, clean the sorority's toilets, and anything else the pledge class has for you to do, once I am done with you.” Her asshole began to feed me again as I looked up and saw the other girls crowd around my head and watch her shit land in my willingly open mouth. Most had expressions of revulsion, but a few were smiling, knowing that I was nothing after this, that I was truly fucked. “On the weekends you will help me get ready for my dates, do my nails, help me get dressed, brush my hair, etc. It takes me a while, so expect to be here at 6pm and leave once my date picks me up,” She continued to fill my mouth with her shit as she said this, taking her time, savoring the power she had over me. “close your mouth and chew it all up before you swallow” she directed me as she continued, turning around to look me dead in the eye as she sealed her demands with a threat. “And if you fuck up once and don't show up, this video tape and the still pictures are going to make it into the campus paper, your home town's paper, not to mention every scat and fetish site on the internet. That's it, swallow it down, loser, it's what you are to me, just a toilet, a fucking porcelain shit bowl.”

The girl with the camera was directly over me and she covered her mouth to stifle a giggle.

“Shit eater,” another girl called out.

“Shit-eating-loser!” a few girls cackled in unison.

My Goddess smiled at me, pleased my mouth was empty and continued, “You are totally fucked over, you know that?” She called out over her shoulder, “Someone get me a big spoon from the kitchen, there's at least 4 more spoonfuls of jizz in this bowl and he's going to swallow it all right now, who wants to feed him?” All the girls shouted “Me! Me! Me!” as I began to cry again. I was trapped in a nightmare and losing my mind. But I knew I deserved it. As a cute Asian girl with short black hair sat on my chest holding a spoon dripping with cum enthusiastically shoved it down my throat, I finally cracked and descended into madness. She was giggling and making “Mmmmm! Mmmm!” sounds as I looked up and caught the eye of the Goddess who broke me. “Have fun with him girls, I will be back on Sunday. Don't take no for an answer, you've got him by the balls now,” she smiled. Then she blew me a kiss, turned her back on me, and walked out of her room, leaving my fate in the hands of the new sorority pledges.