Mothers and Daughters Ch. 11

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Beverley Browning.
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Part 11 of the 33 part series

Updated 10/23/2022
Created 08/21/2011
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Beverley Browning was not a happy camper.

She was twenty years of age and was about to enter the Louise Herrington School of Nursing of Baylor University, located in Dallas. She had completed her two years of prerequisite classes at the main campus of Baylor, located in Waco. Those first two years of college were the first time she had lived apart from her mother, Sally. However, since her junior and senior years at Baylor would be strictly nursing classes given in Dallas, she returned to her mother’s home. She saw no sense in wasting money by living apart from her mother during those two years at the nursing school in Dallas.

When she returned to her mother’s home that Saturday to set up her room and prepare for the upcoming academic year, her mother was gone. Usually Sally was home, but about four times a year she would go away for a weekendmysteriously. She claimed it was to attend a professional development conference which would enhance her credentials as a high school teacher. Beverley had no reason to disbelieve her and thought no more about it. Still she wished her mother would have been at home this time, as it would have been easier to set things up for them living together again after the past two years’ separation.

To surprise and please her mother, Beverley decided in her mother’s absence to thoroughly clean their relatively small home. As she cleaned, she reflected on her life to date and realized she was not a happy camper. Apart from her successful academic life, in which she excelled and would no doubt become a successful nurse, her life sucked.

To be more specific, her love/sex life sucked. To be even more precise, she had no sex life: none, zero, nada, zilch.

And she was horny. She was constantly horny. Her fingers were weary, almost falling off her hands from frequent masturbation. She mused that she should break down and buy herself a dildo, but up to now she had refused to do so. She had the mindset that if she did purchase a dildo or any sexual toy to assist in masturbation she would be admitting defeat. It would be undeniable evidence of how pathetic her sex life truly was.

In assessing herself realistically, she believed she had a pretty face, quite attractive enough to appeal to most males. She believed herself to have an easygoing personality that would not repel anyone. She knew she was witty enough to amuse most male companions. So the sole reason she did not have a cock of her own to play with had to be the fact that she was fat.

She was 5’8” tall and weighed 260 lbs. She had been overweight ever since she could remember. Throughout her life, she had been subject to constant jeers and taunts from her peers, both male and female. She had been called every epithet of obesity under the sun: fatso, pig, blimp, hippo, elephant, etc.

Beverley was not a virgin though. She remembered clearly with horror her one and only sexual experience. It had occurred almost exactly two years previously, just before she was to go to Waco to start her freshman year at Baylor. During that August, she worked at a drive-in fast food outlet where the servers on roller skates skated to the patrons’ cars to take and serve orders.

Beverley was serving Ivan Croft, the quarterback for her high school’s football team in their mutual junior and senior years. Ivan was a very handsome young man and the absolute stud in the school. He was every girl’s fantasy, and he had his pick of almost any female he desired. For Beverley, he was beyond her wildest fantasy, since she realistically knew he would have no interest in her. Thus she was nervous and awkward in serving him, and she realized she was humiliating herself acting like a ninny.

Ivan Croft was a pompous eighteen-year-old twit, a complete narcissist. His love of self was fueled by the adulation he received generally for his undeniably handsome virile body. However, at this point he was in the worst crisis in his life, as everything of good fortune was being denied to him. Or, as he would put it, everything was going down the toilet. Although he was the starting quarterback for his school football team in his last two years of high school, he was in truth a mediocre if not inadequate football player. Congruent to his narcissism it was a truth not recognized nor acknowledged by his inner most self-consciousness.

His expectatuion for an athletic scholarship to a university in Texas did not transpire. Thus, for him to be able to play college football, he would have to try out and win a spot on the team as a walk-on. However, even to be able to try out for a team, he would have to have been admitted to the school, and that was the dicey part for him.

His high school transcript was inadequate; actually he had not yet graduated. He was taking a summer course that he needed to pass to receive his high school diploma. If only he had won an athletic scholarship, such academic problems would not be an issue. He was sure that had he got a scholarship the football coaches would be able to make such a problem go away. He had counted on such result so that he was not sufficiently prepared to even do the summer school properly.

So Ivan Croft was in a continuously foul mood that summer. On that day, he was in an even darker mood than usual. When he left class that day, he was of the distinct impression that he was not going to pass and, ergo, no high school diploma. The problem was that he had not formulated a Plan “B” to overcome this disaster. So he dropped in at where Beverley worked to calm his nerves with a hamburger.

He could not help but notice how solicitous Beverley was in serving him. It was obvious to him that he could get her to fuck him at a snap of his fingers. He actually did know who Beverley was, as they did share some classes together, but of course he had taken no interest in her. He did know her to be an excellent student though, and this was irritating to him at this particular time. From his vantage point, it seemed unfair that a fat slob like her should be sailing through high school, whereas an Adonis like him was being stymied.

He decided then that since Beverley wanted to fuck, he would oblige her but teach her a salutary lesson. If anyone were to have questioned him on his need to humiliate her, he would have been hard-put to articulate an honest rationale. Nevertheless, he was vehement in believing Beverley deserved her comeuppance. So he started the ball rolling when she served him his order:

“So, Beverley, how have you been? What have you been up to since we finished high school?”

Beverley was flattered that Ivan deigned to be sociable with her. She had suspected he was unaware of her existence despite their shared classes. So she gushed in her answer:

“Oh, I am getting ready to go to Waco to start my freshman year at Baylor. I am pretty sure I am going to study to become a nurse. Although I have won some scholarships, I am going to use the money I earn here to purchase a stethoscope and a blood pressure monitor. I like to prepare myself ahead of time. What about you? Where are you going to college?”

Ivan was seething inside at her assumption that he was going to college when in truth college was now a distant dream for him. He noticed she had asked her question without guile, so she obviously had no clue as to his true circumstances. He felt that he had to appear equal to her in status, so he baldly lied:

“Baylor, Texas A & M, and Texas all offered me athletic scholarships. I chose Texas, as it offers a better chance to get to the NFL. Mind you, I almost picked Baylor so we could still have been schoolmates, as their last year’s quarterback had graduated.

Texas’s current quarterback will be in his senior year, though, so I should be the quarterback three years for the Longhorns. A three-year resume as starting quarterback for Texas should be sufficiently impressive for the NFL scouts, so I can start counting my millions that I am going to earn.”

Beverley was suitably impressed, so she gushed in response:

“Oh, how exciting for you, Ivan! I am so happy for you. My mother went to Baylor, so she is pleased that I am going there. However, if I do indeed go with the Nursing program, I’ll be here in Dallas for my junior and senior years.”

Annoyed by the continuation of the tedious small talk, Ivan decided to cut to the chase and force the issue:

“What time do you get off work here?”

“Four. Why?”

“Since we are going to start new careers in different cities, we probably won’t see each other again. So I am thinking we can celebrate the end of our high school days with a bang, so to speak. I’ll get us a motel room and we can go there after you are finished here.”

“You mean to say you want to…do it?”

“You got it, babe. What do you say?”

“Well, sure! I would love to. But do you really want to? With me?”

Croft laughed inwardly at Beverley’s pathetically eager acceptance of his proposition. He knew it would be easy to coerce Beverley into sex but he would have thought there would have at least been some hesitant resistance. He was actually incensed that she was that easy and had no self respect for herself. In any case, he replied:

“Sure I am sure. As I said, I’ll book a motel room and pick you up here at four, OK?”

“OK!”

Beverley was ecstatic; the school “STUD” wanted her. He wanted to fuck her! She was going to lose her virginity, finally! And to the stud of her high school! She could not have been happier.

During her break, she called her mother to advise she did not need to be picked up after work. She would be late getting home, perhaps very late. Sally was certain that her daughter was mature enough to avoid danger, so she just was pleased by the ecstasy her daughter seemed to be in and trusted she would experience good, clean, safe fun. For Beverley, 4:00 o’clock could not come fast enough.

When Ivan arrived to pick her up, he had a surprise for her. He was accompanied by two of his best buddies, Kyle Richter and Robert Barrett, both of whom Beverley knew by sight. Beverley was furious because she made the naïve assumption that Ivan was having second thoughts about fucking her and was bringing his two buds along to resort to some lame excuse why the agreed-upon tryst could not occur. So before he could enlighten her about his intentions, she bitterly lashed out:

“What’s this, Ivan? Have you changed your mind? I knew it was too good to be true.”

Ivan winced at her remarks for myriad reasons. Firstly he was annoyed that she was not savvy enough to discern his intention of setting up a three-man gang bang, especially since there was no reason to suspect she would object to such a gang bang. Considering her eagerness in accepting this tryst in the first place, surely she was not squeamish. What really annoyed him, though, was his perception that she apparently assumed that he was partial to her, when nothing further could be the truth. So he scornfully replied:

“You may be smart in school, but you sure are dumb about fucking. Of course I have not changed my mind. But you see, when you agreed so quickly to fuck, it seemed natural to me that you would also want to fuck my friends as well. Isn’t that right? Would you not want to fuck Kyle and Robert as well?”

As Beverley had been starved for male attention, she was easy pickings for Ivan’s sinister lure of a sexual fantasy. Consequently, she meekly and confusedly replied:

“Sure. I guess so. I mean, do you guys all want to? Are you sure?”

“Of course I’m sure, you bimbo and so are they. I wouldn’t spend forty bucks on a motel room if I wasn’t sure. So quit giving me grief and get in the car.”

“OK, then sure.”

Beverley got into the front passenger seat reserved for her as Kyle and Robert were sitting in the back. After driving for a little while heading towards the motel, Beverley asked in apprehension:

“OK, if we are sure, how are we supposed to do this? I mean, I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do.”

Ivan growled in frustration:

“For fuck’s sake, quit being a stupid cunt. And stop fucking saying ‘sure’ so much. It’s driving me fucking nuts. Don’t worry about a thing, bitch. All the fuck you have to fucking worry about is to have your fucking cunt ready for our fucking cocks.”

Beverley had led a sheltered life. Although exposed to crude language even daily, nevertheless she had not grown accustomed to the amount of swearing that Ivan was prone to. So she protested nervously to his language:

“I don’t see why you have to swear so much, Ivan. I thought this was supposed to be fun. Your cursing suggests that you’re not that interested in fucking me after all. Oh, shit, now you got me swearing. But I suppose I wasn’t really swearing. I mean, to fuck is the slang form of saying to have sex. But then, saying ‘shit’ I guess is really swearing after all. So you are making me swear.”

Ivan almost went berserk at Beverley’s inanities:

“Will you shut the fuck up? Look, all that matters is that you still want to fuck. You do still want to fuck, don’t you?”

Beverley was startled and a little of afraid of Ivan’s angry outburst, so she merely nodded her head at the perceived question. Seeing the nod, Ivan continued:

“OK then, you don’t need to talk. Don’t worry about fun. All we are going to do is fuck. You got that?”

Beverley was now thoroughly intimidated by his anger, so she squeaked:

“Yes, sir.”

Ivan deemed her reply sarcastic. So, in fury, he backhanded her, striking her vehemently in her mouth and actually drawing blood from her lips. He snarled:

“I don’t need your bitchiness. Just follow orders and we will get along fine. Capisce?”

Beverley nodded as she started whimpering and sobbing in reaction to his brutality. She was beginning to suspect that the loss of her virginity was not going to be a joyous occasion. Up to this point, Kyle Richter and Robert Barrett had been impassively sitting in the back seat of Ivan’s car not saying a word during the ride. However, alarmed at how awkwardly the scene was unfolding, Kyle spoke up:

“Are you sure about this, Ivan? She sure doesn’t seem to be willing. We don’t have to do this.”

Now Ivan was getting seriously agitated and replied:

“Nonsense! The bitch wants us to fuck her. Don’t you, bitch?”

By now, Beverley was absolutely cowed and her spirit was totally broken, so she mumbled in a soft voice:

“Yes, Ivan, I do.”

“What? I didn’t hear you, bitch. Louder so I can hear!”

Beverley then repeated in a loud voice:

“Yes, Ivan, I do.”

“Do what?”

“Yes, Ivan, I want you to fuck me.”

“And?”

“And I want Kyle and Robert to fuck me too.”

“See, I told you the bitch wants to be fucked. Can’t wait to be fucked. Right, bitch?”

“Yes, Ivan, that’s right.”

“Well, here we are now. I’ve already registered, paid for the room, and have the key. Luckily the room is on the ground floor, so we can drive right up to the door.”

They all trooped into the room; a typical average priced motel room. Except for Ivan they stood around all awkward and nervous. Finally to break the tension, Beverley, cleared her throat and asked:

“Do you want me to take off my clothes? Do you want me to get on the bed first?”

Ivan replied:

“No bitch! I don’t want you to take off your clothes. No one wants to see your blubber. Just remove your panties. We’ll put the bed covers on the floor, and you’ll get on your hands and knees on top of them.”

Ivan snapped his fingers to motion Kyle and Robert to grab the bed covers and lay them on the floor. Beverley, obeying his commands, reached under her skirt and removed her panties. As she was not required to undress further, she stuffed her panties in her bra to make sure nothing happened to them. Once the guys had laid the bed covers on the floor, she dropped to her hands and knees as commanded by Ivan. She then awaited further developments with abated breath.

Ivan undid his pants and let them drop to his ankles. He lowered his briefs to free his cock for action. Remarkably, he sported a fully fledged erection despite the lack of romantic inducements. He got behind Beverley and lifted her skirt to her waist, leaving her nether regions fully exposed. He had Beverley spread her thighs so he had better access to her vagina. Then, with his hand, he guided his cock to her cunt and penetrated her.

Ivan had not considered that Beverley might be a virgin. From his perspective, every girl he had fucked for the first time was not a virgin. He knew intellectually of course that every female was born a virgin and had to have a first-time sexual experience to lose such virginity. But he assumed that every girl lost their virginity by the end of their first year of high school.

Certainly when he had his first sexual experience with a female in his first year at high school, that girl had not been a virgin.

When his cock reached Beverley’s hymen and was momentarily obstructed, he did not make the obvious conclusion but, rather, was simply annoyed by the interruption. Gritting his teeth, he pushed forward. As he ruptured her hymen, Beverley shrieked a scream of agonizing pain.

With that shriek, Ivan realized the situation and withdrew his cock completely from Beverley. He angrily proclaimed:

“Oh shit! You’re a fucking virgin!”

Beverley naively whimpered in pain:

“Yes. How do you know?”

He took baby steps, as his pants were puddled around his ankles, to get around her and have his cock directly in front of her view. As soon as she sensed he had left her body, she robotically straightened up, still resting on her knees. He took a hold of his cock and, pointing it at her face, retorted:

“Because I just busted your cherry! See your blood on my cock! So now clean it up.”

As a virgin, Beverley had a rudimentary knowledge of sex. From information garnered from talking with her more experienced girlfriends, she was aware of fellatio and knew what he was demanding. So she opened her mouth, took in his cock and sucked up her smeared virginal blood. She was intimidated by Ivan’s menacing demeanor; she was cramping badly from the rupture of her hymen, and her blood tasted just awful, almost causing her to vomit. Luckily there wasn’t too much blood or she would have. She was in great distress!

Ivan had more wicked designs on her as he urged her to continue with the blow job. When he sensed he was about to cum, he grabbed his cock out of her mouth. As he was stroking his cock and aiming it, he splattered her face fully with his sperm. He had ejaculated such a copious amount of sperm that it covered all of her face and part in her hair. One eye was shut as the cum on her eyelid acted as a glue.

Seeing Beverley’s face so defiled caused Ivan to burst out laughing. Jubilant at the sight of her humiliation, he felt avenged of his misfortunes. It was just the tonic he needed to counter the bitterness he felt that day. He then prompted:

“Come on guys! Can’t you see her face is a mess? She needs it washed.”

In setting up the three-man gangbang beforehand, Ivan had assured Kyle and Robert that Beverley was a total slut who loved golden showers; it was her kinky fetish. So to fill their bladder in preparation, they all had consumed four beers each prior to picking up Beverley.

To any sentient being, Beverley’s sobbing and the fact that she was a virgin would tend to belie Ivan’s assertion of her desire to be peed upon.
However caught up in the fervor of this provocative exciting scene, Kyle and Robert were incapable of critical thinking. Their bladders were full and demanding relief. Consequently, heeding Ivan’s exhortations, they took turns peeing directly onto Beverley’s face.

In reaction, Beverley started crying in earnest. She was so numb at the horror she was experiencing that she did not even try to avoid the streams of urine splashing on her face. Finally, when they had finished, Beverley bawled: