My College Fantasy – Chapter 4
Come to think of it, my period was supposed to happen in the next few days, so there was a chance...no, not a chance...an absolute guarantee...that all of their thick black sperm had found my tiny little egg by now. With so much cum inseminated into my womb, my egg must’ve been engulfed in a sea of black sperm that were constantly bombarding it from all sides, fighting to penetrate its cellular walls. For all I knew, one of them had already pierced its way through and fertilized my innocent little egg, officially making me pregnant with a soon to be, black baby. I mean, it’s been almost 24-hours since Ben (Yes, I did find out his name...first name, at least.) creampied my once virgin pussy. I remember feeling Ben’s black cock pressed up against my cervix with its head twitching as he pumped his black sperm right into my womb and up into my fallopian tubes, all but guaranteeing his sperm would be the first, making him the father of my baby...our baby.
There was no doubt in my mind that I was on the verge of being a college statistic, just another naive teen girl who got pregnant during the first semester of her freshman year. Probably one of a growing number of girls to be impregnated by black cocks, but I was likely one of the very few Asians in that demographic. Not to mention, the only Asian to have her cherry popped and impregnated by black cock at the same time.
However, the black guys weren’t about to toss me to the curb, crying my way home to daddy after my first semester with a black baby in my tummy. Remember, they wanted me to be their Asian Snow Bunny. So, the next morning, I put on my clothes (minus my panties...some asshole stole them) and one of the black guys took me to the school infirmary so I could take a morning after pill. I’m just glad he accompanied me there, because I had no idea where the office was. Plus I could barely walk, my belly and legs were aching after being pounded all night by their big black cocks...not to mention, after having shot after shot of hard liquor poured down my throat, I was thoroughly hungover.
For the record...they continued to fuck me all day, yesterday, and well into the night. Word must have gotten out because I know there were over a dozen other guys who dropped by. Either that or they must’ve heard my constant moans and orgasms through the walls of the apartment. I honestly had no idea how many black guys had their way with me. There was dried cum running down my legs, across my chest, and plastered across my pussy and butt. Fortunately, you couldn’t see any of it with my clothes on…except of course, for some cum stuck in my hair. Regardless, I was no longer a virgin...and I was still coming to terms with it. But reminiscing that amazing night of fucking, sure helped ease the pain.
As soon as we walked into the infirmary, an older female nurse immediately recognized the black guy accompanying me and began chatting it up with him. In fact, it sounded like they knew each other really well. I stood behind the black guy hoping she wouldn’t really notice me, but soon, I could hear the topic of their conversation change, and my name being mentioned. The nurse took a quick glance behind him and saw me standing there, looking rather embarrassed, disheveled, and hungover. She gave me a smirk, and seemed to instinctively know what had happened to me. Without saying another word, she went behind the counter, grabbed a box of pills and cup of water. She broke open a pill from its foil wrapper, handed it to me, and told me to swallow it.
The nurse said, “Rashon and his friends must really like you. They normally don’t bring any of their “conquests” to the infirmary for birth control. (I thought to myself...Greaaaat, I’m no longer just a girl, freshman, or student, I’m now a ‘conquest.’) Which was why we have a rather high incidence of pregnancies among underclassmen, especially the white girls. (See! I knew these black guys knew what they were doing!) I keep telling them to at least wear a condom, but their answer was always, ‘Ain’t ever gonna happen.’” She then handed me a month’s worth of morning after pills, plus a few pregnancy test kits, and said, “I’m assuming you’re gonna see Rashon and friends again, so you’re gonna need these.” I looked up at Rashon...I didn’t even know that was his name until a minute ago...with a wide grin on his face, he said, “Yeah, take care of this one for us, we got big plans for her.” The nurse followed by saying, “Well, you heard the man, Gina. Come back tomorrow at 2 p.m. the doctor will give you a quick examination, so we can get you started on those birth control implants as soon as possible...and if anything should happen, as in...turn up ‘positive,’ you know where to find me.”
My head was swimming...“conquests”…“test kits”…“implants”…“big plans”...or maybe it was just from lack of sleep or the after effects of the alcohol. The nurse did neglect to mention to me one key bit of information...the morning after pills, the examination, and the birth control implants were all going to be charged to my parent’s medical insurance policy. Meaning that mom and dad would be receiving a bill with everything listed and boy, were they in for a surprise. Not just at the cost, but I’m sure they’d be quick to realize that I was no longer their innocent little angel, but had instead, turned into a VERY sexually active teenager. Sure, I could’ve said that the birth control was for my acne, some of them do have a dual purpose, but it’s pretty obvious that wasn’t the case, when combined with the morning after pills. Even if a single morning after pill appeared on the bill, I could’ve confessed, said I made a bad decision, and asked for their forgiveness. However, with the combination of all of those pills, implants, plus the exam, there was no hiding that my virginity was gone, and that I was going to be having sex on a regular basis. At least they didn’t know to what extent I had turned into a slut or how many different guys I had fucked. (LOL) Either way, the nurse did have one thing absolutely right, I was definitely going to see the Ben, Rashon, and the other black guys again and again. (What? Did you honestly think I was going to stop after my first time? Hell NO! But I did seriously need a shower, douche, an aspirin for the pain, and some sleep. Shit, I ended up missing my second day of classes.)
There was no doubt in my mind that I was on the verge of being a college statistic, just another naive teen girl who got pregnant during the first semester of her freshman year. Probably one of a growing number of girls to be impregnated by black cocks, but I was likely one of the very few Asians in that demographic. Not to mention, the only Asian to have her cherry popped and impregnated by black cock at the same time.
However, the black guys weren’t about to toss me to the curb, crying my way home to daddy after my first semester with a black baby in my tummy. Remember, they wanted me to be their Asian Snow Bunny. So, the next morning, I put on my clothes (minus my panties...some asshole stole them) and one of the black guys took me to the school infirmary so I could take a morning after pill. I’m just glad he accompanied me there, because I had no idea where the office was. Plus I could barely walk, my belly and legs were aching after being pounded all night by their big black cocks...not to mention, after having shot after shot of hard liquor poured down my throat, I was thoroughly hungover.
For the record...they continued to fuck me all day, yesterday, and well into the night. Word must have gotten out because I know there were over a dozen other guys who dropped by. Either that or they must’ve heard my constant moans and orgasms through the walls of the apartment. I honestly had no idea how many black guys had their way with me. There was dried cum running down my legs, across my chest, and plastered across my pussy and butt. Fortunately, you couldn’t see any of it with my clothes on…except of course, for some cum stuck in my hair. Regardless, I was no longer a virgin...and I was still coming to terms with it. But reminiscing that amazing night of fucking, sure helped ease the pain.
As soon as we walked into the infirmary, an older female nurse immediately recognized the black guy accompanying me and began chatting it up with him. In fact, it sounded like they knew each other really well. I stood behind the black guy hoping she wouldn’t really notice me, but soon, I could hear the topic of their conversation change, and my name being mentioned. The nurse took a quick glance behind him and saw me standing there, looking rather embarrassed, disheveled, and hungover. She gave me a smirk, and seemed to instinctively know what had happened to me. Without saying another word, she went behind the counter, grabbed a box of pills and cup of water. She broke open a pill from its foil wrapper, handed it to me, and told me to swallow it.
The nurse said, “Rashon and his friends must really like you. They normally don’t bring any of their “conquests” to the infirmary for birth control. (I thought to myself...Greaaaat, I’m no longer just a girl, freshman, or student, I’m now a ‘conquest.’) Which was why we have a rather high incidence of pregnancies among underclassmen, especially the white girls. (See! I knew these black guys knew what they were doing!) I keep telling them to at least wear a condom, but their answer was always, ‘Ain’t ever gonna happen.’” She then handed me a month’s worth of morning after pills, plus a few pregnancy test kits, and said, “I’m assuming you’re gonna see Rashon and friends again, so you’re gonna need these.” I looked up at Rashon...I didn’t even know that was his name until a minute ago...with a wide grin on his face, he said, “Yeah, take care of this one for us, we got big plans for her.” The nurse followed by saying, “Well, you heard the man, Gina. Come back tomorrow at 2 p.m. the doctor will give you a quick examination, so we can get you started on those birth control implants as soon as possible...and if anything should happen, as in...turn up ‘positive,’ you know where to find me.”
My head was swimming...“conquests”…“test kits”…“implants”…“big plans”...or maybe it was just from lack of sleep or the after effects of the alcohol. The nurse did neglect to mention to me one key bit of information...the morning after pills, the examination, and the birth control implants were all going to be charged to my parent’s medical insurance policy. Meaning that mom and dad would be receiving a bill with everything listed and boy, were they in for a surprise. Not just at the cost, but I’m sure they’d be quick to realize that I was no longer their innocent little angel, but had instead, turned into a VERY sexually active teenager. Sure, I could’ve said that the birth control was for my acne, some of them do have a dual purpose, but it’s pretty obvious that wasn’t the case, when combined with the morning after pills. Even if a single morning after pill appeared on the bill, I could’ve confessed, said I made a bad decision, and asked for their forgiveness. However, with the combination of all of those pills, implants, plus the exam, there was no hiding that my virginity was gone, and that I was going to be having sex on a regular basis. At least they didn’t know to what extent I had turned into a slut or how many different guys I had fucked. (LOL) Either way, the nurse did have one thing absolutely right, I was definitely going to see the Ben, Rashon, and the other black guys again and again. (What? Did you honestly think I was going to stop after my first time? Hell NO! But I did seriously need a shower, douche, an aspirin for the pain, and some sleep. Shit, I ended up missing my second day of classes.)
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