"Is that what they teach you in college?" Her father's voice stern."Yes dad, they teach us how to be sarcastic but most of all they teach us to be hon...st." Ethel folded her arms across her chest. "So how are you?" Ethel hugged her father catching him off guard. His tepid response reinforced what Ethel already knew; her parents were not going to be keen on her.After an hour of reconnecting Ethel was ready to get out of the house. "I'm going to visit friends. Don't wait up for me." Before her. The next thing I know, I feel Chris behind me shoving his dick in my pussy for a few strokes, I guess to get it lubed up. Then my ass is full. He buries his dick in my ass in one stroke. I try to scream, but Dan’s cock muffles any sound that tries to make its way past my lips. Chris is frozen, he leans over to ask if I’m ok. Dan says, “She is fine, just go for it.” I wiggle my ass to let him know it's ok. The free hand I had when Chris vacated it is filled with another cock. Since there was. And if that was the case, did ANYTHING really matter? I couldn’t even be an acolyte at church, let alone a Subdeacon or a Deacon. And what was going to happen when the mere allegations came out? I’d never be allowed to see Tasha again. And I couldn’t imagine any of my new friends sticking by me in that kind of situation. Jocelyn would be there, and that would help, but if I was in prison, there wasn’t much she’d be able to do. I was, as Clark liked to say, well and truly fucked.I walked, lost. A thick pungent aroma flooded my nose. It was a sweet feminine scent with just the slightest hint of sourness to it. Did the smell disgust me? Not at all.In my nakedness, my cock lurched to life.“Fuck,” I growled.I just wanted to know what a girl smelled like…I should put it down and go for a fucking shower.My other hand gripped my cock, it was awkward because I usually use my right hand, but I didn’t want to let go of the panties…I jerked off furiously. Not even porn made me this.