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Brook’s Disturbed Mind (MF, nc)
By Rzrsej

Introduction

	She knocked on the door of the third floor walkup apartment and
stood waiting, with the flyers in her hands.  It was late, and
she was tired, but exhilarated, as she always was when she had
been to a political rally.  Her work with the college republicans
was the most enervating aspect of her life, to the point where
her studies were actually structured around it, rather than the
other way round.  Still, she was doing well as a freshman: four
A’s and a B.  The stack of flyers was becoming heavy and she
shifted them to her other hip.  As she did so, the door was
opened, and Jason stood there with a grin on his face.
	Jason was a slacker, and no doubt of that.  His ragged t-shirt
and cut-off jeans were standard uniform, and she thought to
herself for a moment that she was glad he had not shown up at the
rally.  He always brought down the class of the room.  He had a
certain look, and no doubt about that, his very blond hair, just
a bit too long, and hanging limply over his eyes, his lanky body
tall and lithe.  Decidedly not her type, however.  Brooke went
for the professional men, and little else.
	“Here they are,” she said brightly, ignoring these thoughts and
offering the flyers.  “Just post them around the union and on the
bulletin boards in the class buildings.  I really appreciate it.”
	“Sure, sure,” he said, fingering the hair out of his eyes, “it’s
no problem at all.  Hey, would you like to come in?”
	It was late, and she was tired.  She had a test in the morning
and all she felt like doing was getting home and lying down in
her dorm bed.  But, for whatever reason, she nodded her head, and
followed him into his apartment.  After all, keeping her
lieutenants happy was always a good move, even if you weren’t
terribly fond of your lieutenants.
	His apartment was much like he himself, not repulsive, but not
really what she would want to call home.  There were posters of
various rock stars here and there, and several stacks of books
and papers scattered on the couch, the coffee table, and the
kitchen cabinet.  Still, it was otherwise tidy.  Jason cleared a
space for her on the couch and she sat down.  The television was
on and there was a nature program about seals on.  Brooke pulled
her sweater around herself self-consciously and crossed her legs.

	“Can I get you something to drink?  Maybe something to eat?  I
have some cheese and crackers, or some chips ahoy?”
	This was a bit strange, Brooke thought to herself, the way he
offered refreshments as though he had some sense of decorum. 
Maybe she had misjudged him after all.  Perhaps there was a real
adult inside of this guy after all.  “Well, I guess I could use
something to drink.  What do you have?”
	“Oh, whatever.  I have Coke, Diet Coke, Dr. Pepper, Sprite,
whatever.”
	“I’ll take a Dr. Pepper.  Thanks.”
	He disappeared and she watched the seals flop around on the
rocks of some island.  A good host and watching decent programs
on television.
	Jason returned carrying two large glasses, the fizz rising
faintly from them.  He handed one to her and sat down in a chair
across the room.  Brooke took a long drink, trying to think of
what to say.
	“So, what made you decide to join the college republicans?” she
finally asked when she had swallowed.
	“You mean why would someone like me want to join the college
republicans?” he chuckled.
	“No, no, not at all,” she sputtered her second drink half-way
down.  “I just meant, what drew you to republicans in the first
place?”  She took another long drink, hoping he didn’t notice her
embarrassment.
	“Well, I guess it’s mainly a rebellious thing.  You know, my
parents are all but hippies.  Somewhere along the way I decided I
couldn’t stomach all their liberalism and that settled it for
me.”
	Brooke was feeling a bit light-headed, and took another long
drink thinking perhaps she was only tired, and the jolt of
caffeine would help.  She had a long drive home after all.
	Only then she noticed that Jason had been talking on, and she
had lost track of what he was saying.  That wasn’t like her at
all.  The more she thought of it, the harder it was to
concentrate.  Her mind was becoming more and more fuzzy.  She
took another drink, and then, some part of her brain suddenly
realized that this coke hadn’t tasted quite the way it should
have.  Her mind panicked with the realization, and she thought to
scream, but somehow the scream didn’t make it to her lips.  She
was frozen.  Her thoughts began to clear then, with the confusion
and fear, but her body had become numb, and fight as she might,
she found she couldn’t move a muscle.
	Blinking back tears, though still not really grasping the
situation, Brooke watched wide-eyed, as Jason crossed the room
toward her slumped figure.  His grin was far bigger now, and sly,
though he moved his fingers through his limp hair in the same
gesture as before.  “Feeling a little funny?” he asked and then
he actually laughed.  “You ought to be.  I put half the damn
bottle in that drink.  I was sure you’d notice.  Oh well, score
one for me.”
	Her eyes began to fill with even more tears.  She could feel
them traveling down her cheeks, but was powerless to stop them. 
“Oh, don’t worry,” he assured her, “it’s nothing that’s going to
kill you.  I’m not that sort of guy.  But we are going to have a
bit of fun.  I know you are going to enjoy it.  I figured I’d
have to take this approach to get things started.  You’re way too
uptight, you know?  Hell, you can tell by the way you walk you’ve
never had sex.  We’ll take care of that.  A little loosening up
will be the best thing for you.”
	As he spoke, he lifted her up, and slung her over his shoulder.
The panic truly began to set in now.  He was right, this boy:
she’d never come close to having sex with anyone.  She’d been out
with two or three boys in high school, but things had never
progressed farther than a bit of kissing and some furtive petting
of her breasts through her shirt.  She was terrified now at the
thought of what was about to happen to her.
	He laid her out on the bed and looked down at her.  She was
wearing a black wool skirt, with black tights and Doc Murdoch
black shoes, a black short sleeved shirt and a maroon sweater. 
He sat down beside her and looked at her from head to toe.  She
longed to put her hands over herself, self-conscious of his gaze.
 He reached out a hand then and smoothed her brown hair.  He
reached to the bedside table and grabbed some Kleenex.  Then,
gently he began to dry her eyes.  “Listen, Brooke, you might as
well stop crying now.  I’m telling you, once you start, you won’t
ever want to stop.”
	This just brought more tears to her eyes, the result being that
she could no longer see him clearly.  However, she could hear him
easily.  He leaned in then beside her ear, his lips close, his
breathing hot on her neck, and in a hoarse whisper he said
“either way, I’m going to have a bit of fun, so why don’t we get
started, Brooke?”  Her name being whispered by him was bad in
itself, but on top of that, he gave her a long slow lick in her
ear, moving his tongue down to her neck.
	And then it began.  Her tears had obviously convinced him that
there was no chance she was going to be cooperative in the near
future, and he clearly had decided that he would skip the
formalities.  Reaching behind her back, he grabbed both layers of
her top, shirt and sweater, and yanked them over her head,
causing her body to sit up half way.  She then fell back with a
thud onto the bed.  Her shoes were next, dropped to the floor. 
Her skirt had a zipper on the side, and this was virtually torn
down, and he moved to her legs and tugged the skirt down in short
hasty jerks.  When he had first moved to her feet, her only
thought had been that she was afraid he could see up her skirt,
until she reminded herself with horror that he was about to see
far more than that.  This loser was about to see all of her.  And
that would not be the worst of it.  If only she could speak, if
only she could beg him to leave her alone.
	Looking up, she could see him pulling his t-shirt over his head,
then bending down to step out of his shorts, shoes, socks,
boxers.  He lay down beside her then, his naked body beside hers,
dressed only in panties, tights, and bra.  She could feel his
penis next to her leg.  He kissed her shoulders, then knelt over
her and kissed between her breasts.  He was moving quickly now,
his lust obviously getting worked up, and she could feel his cock
hard against her belly.
	He lay beside her again, and taking her hand, he placed his cock
inside it, wrapping her limp fingers around it.  She shuddered
inwardly at the feel.  “It’s a big one, isn’t it?” he said in her
ear.  “Get a really good feel of it, as it’s going to be the
first one inside of you.”
	Then he sat up again.  “Now that I think of it, I suppose you
should get a good look at it as well.  A girl like you has
probably never even seen a cock, have you?”  With that, he
straddled her torso, and his cock was huge in her face, her eyes.
 “You have an awfully nice mouth, you know.  I’ve thought ever
since I met you that I would genuinely love to have you give me a
good blowjob.  It’s a shame you can’t move, but there’s nothing
to keep you from getting a little taste I suppose.”  He took her
jaw in his hands, and using his forefingers, opened her slack
mouth.  Then he maneuvered the engorged tip of his dick just
inside her lips, and rolled it about on her tongue.  The taste
was salty and repulsive, and she wanted to gag.
	He lay down beside her again, and his whispering started up. 
“But that’s enough about me.  After all, you don’t have much of a
choice in the matter do you?  I on the other hand, ought to make
sure that you are worth all of this trouble.”  She could feel his
hand beginning to snake over her body.  It moved over her bra,
pausing to measure the heft of each breast, giving a small
squeeze and rolling the nipple gently through the silky fabric. 
Then he moved down to her waist, his fingers prying up the
elastic at the band of her tights, and roving over her panties. 
His fingers kneaded the mound between her legs, and he whispered
to her in an even lower, more guttural voice “my goodness, you’re
already wet.  I won’t even need the K-Y.”
	His hand came up then, and she could hear him sucking on his
fingers.  How disgusting.  “That’s enough foreplay for you,
Brooke,” he said abruptly, and the fear before was nothing to
what broke out in her heart now.
	Rolling her over, he unsnapped her bra, moved the straps down
over her shoulders, and rolling her back over, removed the first
vestige of her modesty.  He looked down at her, her grapefruit
sized breast, milky-white, the nipples soft, pliant, and the
palest shade of pink.  Next, he moved to her waist, and taking
one side of her in each hand, began to yank down her tights and
panties.  He rolled the whole mass down to her feet and off her
legs, and then tossed it nonchalantly aside.  She lay there now,
absolutely naked to his gaze.  Her legs were as white as her
boobs, milky and soft, her feet were excellently formed, curving
ever so slightly, despite the akimbo angle of her legs.  The hair
between her legs was light brown, a soft matted mass curling
downward towards her vagina.  He moved her legs farther apart
with his hands, and looked directly at her pussy.  The lips were
thick, the clitoris stood out large and fleshy.  Taking his thumb
he rubbed the base of her clit gently and looked into her eyes. 
“If I was in the mood, I’d make sure you really knew what a blast
this can be, but I have to tell you, looking at you now, I’m a
little too horny to care too much about your experience.  Maybe
I’ll feel like it in the morning.”  He moved his hand down,
holding her whole pussy in his hand and then inserting a finger
between her lips.  “As long as you’re wet, that’s good enough for
me,” he grinned.
	He moved himself between her legs now, his waist against her
pussy.  She could feel her legs sticking out at ridiculous
angles.  Then, she could feel his hands at her pussy, moving her
lips apart, and slowly the tip of his cock moved into her.  She
wanted to scream, she wanted to kick, but instead she lay there
motionless, looking up at his face, desperate for him to see her
pleading in her eyes.
	He saw nothing, and pushed deeper inside of her, her lips
spreading further as he moved deeper inside.  It was then that
the end of his cock encountered her maidenhead.  He paused
briefly and looked at her, locking eyes with her. 
“Congratulations.  You’re about to be a woman.”  Then he chuckled
and after pulling his cock back to where only the head remained
inside of her, he rammed forward through her cherry, burying
himself deep inside of her and then stopping.  He looked down
again, to notice that she had passed out.  It took three hard
slaps on her face before she came round again, to find that this
rock hard penis was still inside her, filling her up, and she
could feel the hair of his balls resting on her ass.   She wanted
to squirm, to push him out of her, but she could do nothing.
	“You don’t get out of it that easily.” He said down to her. 
“This is an important event in your life.  You’re not going to
just sleep through it.”  With that, he began to move in and out
of her with force, his balls slapping hard against her ass, a
sucking, lapping sound coming from between her thighs.  In five
minutes, it was all over with a blast of hot sperm hitting her
cervix.  He rolled off of her then, and as she lay there, the
tears coming again, his come leaking slowly from between her
paralyzed legs, she heard him begin to snore.