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It was already three weeks into her freshman year, and Katie couldn’t feel more lost. Sure, she had made a few friends from her dorm and learned a few things in class, but she was still the shy, naïve girl from Nebraska without any confidence.

And one who had never been intimate with a guy – not that they didn’t try. Her petite, 5’1’’ frame had filled out over the last few years of high school (when her breasts grew to perky C cups), and her blushing smile just couldn’t be resisted. But when those small town guys started taking her out, she found herself fighting them off… and when she told them she was saving her virginity for marriage, they move onto more physical girls. Still, Katie held strong to her belief that sex before marriage means throwing away something precious.

Katie was thrilled about her new dorm roommate, Amanda. Though Katie was sweet and well thought of, she never had the courage to be more outgoing, especially around the popular crowd. Amanda, on the other hand, was the very definition of outgoing – tall, blonde and busty, Amanda was the prom queen of her suburban high school and came into college already dating a Senior football player, Deshawn. She even spent the night at his apartment most nights, which Katie didn’t really approve of… she never preached against to Katie, just felt a little disappointed that a girl she had really come to respect would actually spend the night with a guy doing God knows what.

One night, after Katie had already gone to bed (she slept in the top bunk), she heard the door creak open and a sharp beam of light come in, backlighting two silhouettes. Amanda had brought Deshawn back with her. Though Amanda and Deshawn were tiptoeing, whispering and trying their hardest not to be heard, Katie could here every word, every sound.

“Ok, you can stay over, but you’ve got to be really quiet,” Amanda whispered. “My roommate’s sleeping and she doesn’t like the idea of overnight guests.”

“What’s her problem?” Deshawn answered in a not-so-quiet voice. “She a prude?”

“Yeah, and so am I,” Amanda said, jokingly. Deshawn chuckled, and Katie heard a zipping noise. Pretending to be asleep, Katie heard no more talking – just some heavy breathing and kissing noises. Then Amanda started moaning softly, and the entire bed moved… they had just gotten into Amanda’s bed, and Katie’s shook slightly above. Everything became still, but not for long. The whole bed started moving in a rhythmic motion, back and forth. The motion became more and more intense, and Katie could start hearing a wet, smacking noise. Then she heard voices again.

“You like that, huh?” Deshawn said. “You like my cock slidin’ in and out of you? You like getting pounded like a bitch?”

“Oh, God yes. Fuck, this feels so good! I love your big cock inside me.”

“Well, you gonna get a lot more than that in a minute, Mandy. You been a bad girl, huh?”

“Mmm…mmmm…mmm.” The bed started shaking backing and forth faster and harder.

“Man, you gonna get it. Oh shit, I’m feelin’ it. I gonna give it to you good, girl…”

“Yes! Yes!”

“Oh baby, here I come! Ungh! Ungh! You feel it? You feel me shooting in you?” 

“Nnnnnnggggggh!”

The bed stood still, and stayed that way. For the rest of the night, Katie heard nothing but panting and heavy breathing. She slept terribly.

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BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Katie came to the painful realization that it was morning when her alarm clock cruelly beeping at 8:30am. Yawning, stretching and climbing down the ladder in a dazed state, she strolled to the other side of the room and stood at her closet. It wasn’t half a minute before she heard a voice that startled her.

“Goddamn, that’s nice.”

Katie spun around and gasped as she saw a 6’2’’ black guy with a shaved head and a Chinese symbol tattooed on his right arm. Amanda had a morning class, which Katie had forgotten, but the last thing she expected was for Deshawn to stay over when Amanda wasn’t there. Katie suddenly became very aware that she was wearing only a t-shirt and panties.

“Where are you going in such a hurry, girl?”

“I’ve got a class in 25 minutes, Amanda won’t be home for at least two hours, so you’ve got to get out of here!”

“Oh, c’mon,” he said, standing up and letting the wet sheet fall away to show him wearing nothing but a pair of boxers, which were already pointing at her. He started walking towards her and snickered, “We got better things to do than that.”

Katie was about to ask him again to leave, then remembered what she heard the night before. She a prude? Yeah. Katie could tell Amanda was laughing at her for being so afraid of guys.

So Katie didn’t kick him out just yet. Instead, she just stood there, turning her hips slightly to the right with one hand covering her crotch. “Oh yeah? Like what?” she asked. Eyes fixed on those purple, flowered panties, Deshawn walked right past her and went to the top dresser drawer, pulling out a small, dirty Tupperware container. He brought it back to the bed, sat down with it on his lap, and popped the top. With one hand he pulled out a small bag of pot, and with the other a glass pipe.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Katie demanded.

“Just getting’ my day started right,” he said back, crumbling a pinch of pot into the pipe. Pulling out a lighter and holding it to the end, looked over to Katie and said, “You want a hit? Makes your day go better.”

Without responding, Katie picked up her basket of toiletries and headed to dorm shower. As she showered, she couldn’t help remember the sounds Amanda made the night before – the moaning, the screaming – and wonder if maybe guys aren’t all bad after all.

Her opinion quickly reverted when she walked back through her door to a room full of smoke and a snoring Deshawn. At last, something positive: with Deshawn passed out, Katie could at least get ready without interruption. But as she untied her robe and opened her dresser drawer, Katie felt a hand grab her by the waist and pull back.

Katie fell backwards into Amanda’s bed, right next to Deshawn. He was chuckling, holding the pipe in front of her face and said, “Girl, this is some great stuff. Just try it, and I’ll leave you alone, ok?”

Figuring there couldn’t be any harm in trying something new (especially if it got Deshawn out of the room), she leaned forward and put her lips on the pipe while covering herself with the sheet. He put his finger over the pipe hole and said, “Start sucking now… I’ll just light it for a second.”

Considerably longer than a second later, he removed the lighter and his finger from the hole, and Katie sucked in a lung full of pot. Eyes wide open, she doubled over with a huge cough, followed by thirty smaller ones. Deshawn just laughed a little, and hit it himself in the meantime.

“That was awesome!” he raved. “Nice work.”

As she breathed heavily to recover, Katie couldn’t help but smile. Deshawn was pretty cool, being on the football team and all, and here he was complimenting her! After another puff, Deshawn passed it over to her, and she hit it each time after.

The room getting a little blurrier, Katie noticed the sheet tent in Deshawn’s lap, which was nodding up and down. She tried to just glance for a moment, but when he caught her looking, Katie realized she had been staring. He looked straight at her and grinned, and she quickly turned and blushed.

Facing the other way in embarrassment, Katie felt his hand touch her thigh under her robe. It glided over her hip and down below, and she jumped a little when his finger touched her lips. She looked back at him to see his face right up against hers, blowing his hot morning breathe at her. Katie didn’t know what to do.

Then she felt his finger start rubbing her, and she melted.

He began stroking in and out of her with his middle finger, while his other hand grasped the back of her neck and pulled her forward. Eyes closed, Katie felt his tongue pressing against her lips, giving way and letting him probe her mouth. And while his tongue ran its course through ever corner of her mouth, his finger was starting to feel wetness. That’s when he started leaning on her, causing her to fall backwards on the bed, her robe falling away to reveal her naked body.

It was all happening so fast, Katie didn’t know what to do. She lay on her back with Deshawn’s tongue soaking her mouth, while she felt a bump against her leg. Glancing down, she saw his penis lunging out the flap. Then, when his fingers finally left her pussy and she thought that was that, she saw him raise his body up as something bigger prodded her beneath.

Katie breathed in sharply as his head slipped inside her pussy. He pressed down on her strongly, plowing his meat into warm uncharted territory. She marveling at the growing sensation of being slowly stuffed by a thick, black penis. And then, after pausing for a moment, he pressed forward with one strong push, busting her cherry and popping his head into the entrance of her womb. She made a small, squeaking noise. He groaned.

“Damn, girl, you are tight!” he snickered, holding his dick still for a few minutes. As Deshawn lay on her licking her sweat, his pole throbbed inside her most sacred place as his warm, heavy sack nestled between her thighs.

Then he started moving, pulling it out slowly until only the head was inside, then plunging back into her warm wetness. Katie gasped, then gasped again after each thrust, shocked speechless by the unfamiliar presence of nine inches of pulsing flesh inside her. She just lay there, moving her legs towards her body as Deshawn pushed them down to rest her ankles on his shoulders. He leaned forward to again be face-to-face with her, and she opened her eyes wide open as he pressed further inside – she could feel his stiff organ pushing against her moist walls, and her muscles tightened instinctively.

Deshawn tiled his head back just slightly, his mouth gaping open in a startled grin. “Goddamn, Amanda! I’m gonna fucking squirt again!”

Dumbstruck by that comment for so many reasons, Katie opened her mouth to speak when Deshawn fell forward on top of her, her ankles now on either side of her ears. He withdrew almost all the way – enough so she could feel a cold breeze for a moment – then slid inside her as far as he could possibly go. Grabbing her pert ass with both hands, his body jerked, his dick throbbed, and he held still inside.

And that’s when Katie felt the first hot jet of sperm shoot inside her.

“You feel that, bitch? You feel me squirting in you?” he breathed with a grin, beads of sweat dripping on her face as he poured spurt after spurt of scalding nut gravy into her.

“Unnnngh!” she screamed, her pussy quickly filling with his juice. He kept pumping and pumping his hips until he emptied his balls inside and collapsed on top of her. They lay there for a while, huffing and puffing with his cock still pulsed and twitched inside her.

As he slowly shrank, Katie started to sober up. The heavy weight of his body on her, his rough skin and kinky hair scratching her smooth skin, and the awful stench of unshowered sex filled the air. A thick trickle of warm cum oozed out of her gaping pussy, dripped down her tiny pink asshole and spilled onto the sheets.

He left shortly afterwards, and Katie skipped her class to stay home and clean up before Amanda returned. Neither Katie nor Deshawn had any desire for Amanda to find out, so Katie convinced herself that they could pretend it never happened at all – an illusion disputed only by the gallons of pink sperm leaking out of her for the rest of the day.
               
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                Deshawn didn’t sleep over anymore after that, and Amanda kept staying over at his place. But only a few months later, Deshawn was evicted from his apartment, and it quickly became apparent that Amanda and Katie’s dorm room had become their permanent residence. Night after night, morning after morning, Katie had to endure the sound and movement of them having sex in the bed just below her.

It was right around that time that Katie had given up on her period (she was three months late) and acknowledged the fact that Deshawn had gotten her pregnant. And to remind her constantly of the mistake of not being on the pill, she had to hear him coming in her roommate over and over. Katie didn’t know what was worse – hearing him moan “you feel me shooting in you?” or listening to the pillow talk afterwards. As night after night went by, she couldn’t take any more of Deshawn professing his love to Amanda while his baby was growing in her own belly.

So one day, she confronted Amanda and confessed everything. Amanda refused to believe a word, so Katie suggested talking to him together. When they did, Deshawn didn’t seem to care.

 “Shit, are you serious?” he said, scratching his head. “You’re pregnant? Who’s the father?”

“You are!”

“What? No way. How do even know it’s me?”

“Because that’s… that’s the only time I’ve ever… been with anyone,” Katie admitted bashfully.

“Wait, so you did have sex with her?” Amanda asked Deshawn, glaring.

                “Yeah, but… oh, c’mon, baby… I was thinking of you the whole time!”

                As Deshawn and Amanda’s bickering got more and more intense, Katie felt it best to step out for a little bit. Sitting in her floor’s lounge, she fended off questions from the other girls on her floor, writing off the shouting as her roommate fighting with her boyfriend. Not long after she could no longer hear their voices, Katie walked back into her room. “So what are we goi—“ she started, then looked up and froze.

                Deshawn looked up at her with a frozen look of excruciating release on his face, socked feet on either side of his head. He lay on top of Amanda, his hips pushed forward, a hoarse groan emerging from his throat as Amanda started screaming “oh god, I can feel it filling me up!” Katie couldn’t believe it – how could Amanda let him come in her just moments after learning he impregnated her roommate? Katie hadn’t expected much, but not this!

                After Amanda cleaned herself up, she responded to Katie’s confused look. “It’s alright, Katie,” she said. “Deshawn and I are in love, and we’re not going to let something like this ruin a wonderful relationship. So it’s ok… I forgive you, Katie.”

                It was going to be a long year.

CHAPTER 2

Erica was sooooo excited about visiting her big sister at college. As a junior in high school, the prospect of spending a weekend in a college town with Katie sounded like a great time. She'd get to see the campus, meet some cool college students, maybe even hit up a party! They had parties in high school, but they were pretty lame-usually just some rich kids who got some when their parents were out of town. But this was college, and she'd get to meet more sophisticated people.

Erica hadn't seen her sister since Katie went off to school four months ago. So when she arrived at Katie's dorm, the first thing Erica noticed about Katie was a slight gain of weight. Not that she looked bad-with curvy hips and full breasts, Katie looked every part the gorgeous and mature woman Erica had always envisioned. It just seemed now like she had a little bulge in her belly.

She also got a chance to meet Katie's roommate and roommate's boyfriend, Amanda and Deshawn. Amanda was a knockout: tall and blonde with tons of confidence, she instantly made Erica feel welcome and even cool.

Deshawn, however, took her by surprise. There weren't many black guys from Erica's hometown, so being in the same room as this huge, dark man with a shaved head and tattoo was a little intimidating. Still, he seemed friendly enough, which is why Erica thought it was odd that Katie was acting so cold to him. When Erica shook his hand, a huge grin crossed his face, and Katie quickly pulled her away.

The four of them went to a frat party that night, and Erica got her first taste of the college party scene. Katie didn't drink and told Erica not too either, since she was only sixteen and very petite. Katie almost didn't even let Erica walk out of the dorm with what she was wearing: a tight red v-neck sweater with a loose black skirt. With her silky brown hair pulled back in a ponytail and pert breasts pushed up, she was turned heads every step of the way-and for all the wrong reasons.

Out on the dance floor, Deshawn introduced Erica to Tyrese, one of his buddies on the football team. Unlike Deshawn, who had a solid, athletic build, Tyrese was a 300-pound linebacker and not very attractive. Still, the fact that Tyrese was paying so much attention to Erica made her feel bubbly and cool; and when he kept coming back with drinks for her, she was happy to accept.

Before she knew it, Erica was feeling more comfortable than she could ever remember, dancing up a storm and letting him Tyrese grind up against her. She felt a little embarrassed that he had to crouch so low to dance with her, because she was only 5'1" and he was a good foot taller. She didn't know where Katie went, but was kind of glad that her sister wasn't around to watch this guy rub his huge hands all over her tiny body.

Soon, Tyrese convinced her he knew the hosts and he could get her into a more exclusive part of the party. Erica followed him up the stairs to a closet at the end of the hallway, which he promptly walked toward a door at the end of the hall.

"Hey, come in here for a second, I gotta show you something," he said, opening the door to reveal a large, dark closet. In her tipsy stupor she joined him inside to see what he was talking about. As they walked into the closet, he pulled the door closed behind her with a slam, leaving her in his arms in pitch dark. She felt his lips on her neck as his hands gripped her behind.

As Tyrese's tongue slipped into her mouth, she could feel his thick fingers stroking her thighs up her skirt, until it settled on her panties. He rubbed her crotch over and over until she was getting wet, and she started squeaking and moaning in a drunken daze. It was only when he started pulling her panties down that she shuddered.

"Hey, is this wrong?" she asked, trying to get her head straight as she heard a zipper noise.

"Yeah, don't worry about it," he said, sitting down and pulling her towards him. He was sitting down, trying to get her to straddle him. She started to give in, lowering herself onto his lap with her skirt draping around him. At first he slowly brushed the tip of his cock against her lips, just stroking it back and forth. But when her resistance melted slightly and he couldn't wait anymore, he put his hands on her hips and pushed down, slipping inside, reveling in the warm, wet feeling envelop his dick as her lips parted for his engorged head.

He thrust his hips upward with one strong burst, and she gasped as her maidenhood popped, then froze to catch her breath. In a pleasant daze for the past hour, she suddenly and painfully became very aware of where she was-in a dark, musky coat closet, straddling an obese black man with an 11-inch penis stuffed inside her.

'You feel that?" he asked, pressing one hand to her belly as he flexed his cock inside.

"Uh huh," she responded, not fully grasping the surreal experience of losing her virginity in a frat house coat closet.

He lifted her up by her thighs, letting her teeter atop his head, then let go as she dropped down with her full weight. She couldn't believe the pressing sensation of his hard cock pushing up against her, making it feel like he was going to break through into her stomach. His rough hands moved to her soft ass cheeks, pulling her towards him as he ground his meat into her.

That's when he started bouncing her 100-pound frame up and down. When she was elevated with only his head inside, she could feel his tongue lapping between her breasts through her V-neck. The he'd drop her down until she felt her ass rest on his large, moist sack. He repeated that motion over and over for what felt like hours.

After a while, her stomach wasn't agreeing with the up and down motion or the pushing up from inside. 30 nauseous minutes later, when the wet, smacking rhythm started speeding up and the soreness was setting in, she couldn't hide her discomfort anymore.

"Um"¦ I'm not feeling so hot," she said, whimpering slightly with each thrust.

"Oh, don't worry baby, you are hot," he said, his voice straining. "And I'm gonna make you hotter." And just when she felt she couldn't take the bouncing anymore, he stopped, grabbed a cheek with each hand and grinded her hips into his, the engorged head pushed up as far inside her as possible.

Remembered what she heard in health class about being safe, so she mustered up the courage to say "can you make sure to pull out when you're, you know, ready? Like, we gotta be careful, right?"

But it was too late.

Hot, thick sperm poured into the deepest part of her, the throbbing shaft pulsing against her walls. "Oh, fuck yeah," he moaned, holding her down so she couldn't move as he filled her up. One blast of come after another spurted inside her cervix, drowning his cock until it overflowed and ran down his thighs.

She collapsed against him, still facing him on his lap, her face pressed against his man-boobs as his pulsing cock continued to squirt into her. With his arms wrapped around her, she was completely immobilized, helpless to move away as his nuts drained completely.

Erica started sobbing quietly, wishing that she had listened to Katie and not gotten drunk. Now, all she could do was sit there as his hot spunk coursed throughout her body.

When Tyrese had enough, he pulled her off him and stood up. "Thanks, baby, that was fucking tight," he said, zipping up his fly and opening the closet door to leave. He didn't even close the door behind him as Erica scrambled to make herself presentable. She dried her tears with her hands and tried to straighten out her skirt, but couldn't find her underwear anywhere. Her skirt was soaking wet from his sperm-especially around the crotch-and warm globs were running down her thighs as she walked out of the closet.

It was already 1am when she eventually regrouped with Katie, Amanda and Deshawn. Katie had been frantically looking for her, but Erica assured her that everything was alright, just that she was tired and ready to go back to the dorm. When Katie alarmingly asked about her wet skirt, she lied and said that some frat boy had spilled beer on her.

At the end of the weekend, Erica went home a changed girl. She had gotten drunk for the first time. She had sex for the first time. And she brought home a gallon of sperm inside her belly, not once considering the long-term consequences. Only two months later, after she had twice missed her period, did Erica take a home pregnancy test and confirm that yes, she was knocked up.

She was terrified and didn't know what to, so she kept it to herself for the remainder of the school year. She certainly wasn't going to tell her parents about it-how would those well-to-do WASPs possibly react her being pregnant with a black bastard?-so she resolved to return to Katie's campus to discuss it with her big sister.

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When Erica returned to see Katie in June, both sisters got the shock of a lifetime.

Erica arrived unannounced at Katie's dorm, only to learn from the RA that Katie and Amanda had moved to an apartment across town. 6 months pregnant, Erica waddled over to a run-down neighborhood and found the address. However, it all seemed wrong; there was really loud rap music playing from inside, and when she rang the doorbell, she heard a baby start crying.

"I must have the wrong place," she thought, and turned to walk away when the door opened.

Erica turned around and saw Amanda standing in the doorway, wearing just boxer shorts and a bra. When Amanda saw Erica's big belly, she just laughed.

"Hey Kate, your little sister's here!" Amanda yelled inside, with a big smile across her face. "Come on in, sweetie. Take a load off."

Amanda walked inside to a depressing sight. The place was dirty, and a smoky, sweaty odor filled the air. Paint was peeling off the walls, and she swore she even saw a few cockroaches in the kitchen. Then she rounded the corner to one of the bedrooms looking for her sister, though nothing could have prepared her for what she saw next.

Katie was lying naked on a dirty mattress on the floor. She lay on her side with Deshawn spooning her, pumping away at her pussy from behind. In one of Katie's hands was a joint, which she was taking a big hit from. Her other hand cupped the body of a small black baby, who was suckling at her heaving breast.

Erica started to cry. "I'm so sorry, Katie. I should have listened to you at that party last December. Now I don't know what to do! Please Katie, help me!"

Katie looked up at her little sister with a blank face. When she saw her sister's pregnant belly, her eyes started to well up a little, but she was unable to speak.

"Shit Katie, don't just lie there like a stupid bitch," said Deshawn. "Offer your sister a hit!'