Chapter 1 - Broken and Fucked Friend Ch. 1

“He’s such a creep, you know?” Aysha complained. The 20-year-old college student sat leaning back in her chair in her room. Her Psychology textbook lay open on the desk in front of her, her Surface tablet next to it popped up on its stand. Pages of notes filled the screen. She was deep in the middle of going through the chapter for tomorrow’s class when David had given her a call. She could never resist answering his calls. He was such a great friend. He was always willing to listen to her complaints and frustrations about the day. Like most days, when she wasn’t complaining about her school workload, she was venting about Abdullah.

Like Aysha, he was Muslim. At least he claimed to be. He never once exhibited any of the values or practices associated with Islam. Aysha grew up far more conservative. She wore a hijab during childhood, only removing it in high school after a long but productive discussion with her parents, and never once ate pork. She became a little more lax in college and had a drink or two, but Abullah was the exact opposite from the start. He constantly talked about his love for bacon, never once attended ceremonies at the mosque, and regularly bragged about drinking.

Physically, it was also clear he cared as much about his image as he did about his religious beliefs. He was tall, at least compared to her. He towered over her 5 foot frame at 5’ 11”, but he was practically wide as she was tall. He was at least 300 lbs and completely hairy, an obvious fact from the way his shirt constantly rolled up to expose the bottom of his belly and his lower back.

Being of similar dissent, Aysha knew of course that Middle Easterners tended to grow hair faster and over more of their body but she went to painstaking lengths to keep herself immaculately groomed. He clearly could not care less.

He was absolutely disgusting... and a massive creep.

“Totally,” David agreed.

Of course David understood. He knew Abdullah. All three of them went to high school together. They were never friends with the disgusting perv but he certainly always tried to hang out with them. David was always there for her though. But now, with David at a different college, Abdullah been even worse lately. Not even bothering to hide his leers and stares in her direction. Like earlier today.

“I can’t believe he just looked right up my skirt like that,” she said, pulling off her red-framed glasses and laying them on her desk next to her tablet. Early that day, she decided to finally wear the skirt her roommate Sally bought her a few months ago. It was shorter than the type of clothes she normally liked to wear and showed off nearly all of her dusty shapely legs and really made her perky butt pop. But Sally and her other roommates had been bugging her for two weeks to go out partying with them and wear the skirt but she was always too nervous. She figured she’d wear it to class first and get comfortable in it, then she wouldn’t be so shy wearing it out.

And Abdullah had to go and ruin it. She closed her eyes and her faced twisted into disgust as she remembered the lecherous look he gave her after she caught him laser focused on her crotch. “So gross.”

“Mmm. Yeah. What a fucking perverted shit,” David groaned.

“I’m sure he probably got a good look right at my panties, too. Thankfully I was just wearing a regular pair of white cotton ones. Can you imagine if it was a lace thong or something?”

“Jesus. Ugh.”

“Sorry.” Aysha reached over and grabbed her glasses and slipped them back on. She sat back up in her chair and got ready to re-focus back on her work. “I didn’t mean to upset you. He’s awful.” David grunted on the other end of the phone. He was breathing heavy from anger she could tell. “I’ll let you go. Thanks for listening. And sorry for getting you all worked up.”

“Any time. Talk to you later.”

Aysha hung up and leaned over her textbook. She brushed her thick brown hair back with her hand and started to read. She looked back up at a picture of her and David together at the beach the last spring break. She smiled at how scrawny and pale he looked out there in the sun, especially next to her. What a pair they made. Her short and brown, with dark hair, and him, tall and white, with typical blue eyes and blonde. Aysha got back to work reading. David really was such a great friend.

A hundred miles away, David moaned in pleasure as he hung up the phone and continued to stroke his rock hard cock. He lay on his bed in his room, pants off and biting his lip in pleasure. With no roommates, he was allowed to be as loud as he wanted. He pumped his hand up and down faster over the 8 inch length, his built up precum having leaked out to provide the perfect lubrication as he continued to slide his fist across his cock.

Partway through his conversation with Aysha, he could no longer take it, and as he usually did, he took out his cock and began to stroke it. Much slower than he was now. He didn’t want to arouse suspicion. So he slowly stroked himself as he listened to her sweet voice, imagining those lips of hers as she spoke. When she started to tell him about the skirt she was wearing and about Abdullah getting a look at her panties, he felt himself get even harder and his breathing started to pick-up.

He had put himself in that spot and pictured her in that skirt, sitting with her legs spread. He thought about her paying attention in class, oblivious while he took a peek at her mound, the one he’d been dreaming of for years. When she mentioned the type of panties she was wearing, his pumping had increased even more. After she put the image of herself in a lace thong in his head, he nearly shot his load right there on the phone with her.

Now that he’d hung up though, he no longer needed to hold back. The wet sounds of his hand pumping his cock echoed in the room. He jacked off hard and fast while staring at the picture of them from last spring break. His eyes focused on Aysha’s body. She was wearing a one-piece, which fit right into her conservative nature, but it was still more than he’d ever seen of her. It clung to her breasts, dark cleavage spilling out from the top. Aysha was a C cup, already a great size but on her 5 foot frame they looked positively massive. Although she was facing the camera in this picture, he still remembered what her ass looked like and the glimpses he’s gotten of the bottom of her swarthy cheeks.

“Oh god. You hot fucking brown bitch,” David groaned. “You probably spread your legs wider to show him your fucking snatch. Fucking whore wearing a skirt like that.”

The image in David’s mind shifted. Now it was him and Abdullah both watching her in class. They both approached her as she continued to look toward the front, those brown almost black eyes focused on the lesson. She was twisted in her seat though. Her lower body turned in their direction. They both knelt down and looked right between her legs. She spread her thighs further apart and gave them a better view.

Again the image shifted. He saw Abdullah slam fucking Aysha from behind. He pictured her on her hands and knees, small body bouncing back and forth from Abdullah’s savage thrusts. Her breasts hung down and jumped around wildly. Behind her, Abdullah’s massive body fucked her, his huge stomach practically laying on top her ass, covering the perfect globes. His hands reached around to her face and he had his fingers in her mouth, stretching her open and pulling on her cheeks. She grunted and screamed as best as she could while they fucked like savage beasts. They were like animals. She was like a bitch in heat. A wanton slut. A dirty trashy whore getting off on that fat, disgusting slob destroying her cunt with his cock.

David knelt in front of her, jacking his cock off to the sight of her face getting pulled and stretched, twisted in a mix of pain and pleasure. That beautiful face he’s known for so long, that mouth he used to dream of kissing, forced open obscenely to provide the perfect target for him.

“Yeah. Like a fucking cum receptacle.”

David had known Aysha since kindergarten. The two became friends on the first day of class. He had never seen a girl with a headscarf before and found her interesting. He had crushed on her from that very moment but hadn’t truly understood it until they started to hit puberty. Then he really started to notice her. He imagined dating her, kissing her and making out together on the couch in his parents’ living room. He had always wanted to ask her out but she was so conservative and religious and would never go out with him. However, that just ended up making her more desirable.

When they hit high school, she had stopped wearing her headscarf, and David’s infatuation reached new heights.

He found her absolutely gorgeous. Her thick dark brown hair framed her face, making her seem less childlike. She grew large breasts and the baby fat around her waist disappeared. His thoughts at first turned to taking her virginity gently and lovingly at home but as time went on, he imagined less making love and more fucking, his teenage hormones going into overdrive. He imagined fucking her in his car in the backseat, he thought about her on her knees sucking his cock. As his pent up sexual frustration grew, his lust for her grew even stronger. He wanted to fuck her so bad.

Then Abdullah started making lewd comments, saying things that made her sound less like a girl and more like a whore for fucking. He’d heard some of them himself and he always defended Aysha and agreed with her that Abdullah was gross and awful. But in truth, it ended up turning him on to think of her that way. It surprised him when his fantasies started to change and grow rougher. He was bending her over the hood of his car, shoving her face into the metal as he shoved his cock into her, his hands were wrapped in her thick locks as pounded her mouth and throat. He pulled her hair while he stretched her asshole wide with his hard dick.

At 20, all his masturbation sessions focused on her. Gone was the gentle sex from before. After 8 years of desire, he solely imagined her used in disgusting and whorish ways. His thoughts grew and evolved and he went further and further down the perverted rabbit hole. Disgusting, humiliating, and degrading images of her plagued his mind in these moments. Every single hole in her body needed to get fucked. The only reason she had holes was for cum. She wasn’t his friend. She was a fucktoy. A cum dumpster. A shit-colored fucking gutterslut whore that needed to get treated like the fucking garbage she is!

“Fuck!” David scrambled to his knees and held the picture of her in front of his cock. He came and fired rope after rope of hot sticky cum onto Aysha’s image, covering her entire body with his nut butter. He milked every drop, making sure to squeeze and get the very last of it right onto her smiling face. He panted and looked down at her, barely visible under all this cum. “This is how you should be you fucking cunt.”

David collapsed onto the bed and passed out, his last thoughts was a determination to himself that he was going to ask her out and finally get to fuck that brown pussy.

The next afternoon, Aysha woke up from her post class nap to the sound of her phone ringing. Fridays were always a much less busy school day than the rest of the week so after morning classes she decided to take a nap after staying up all night studying. Seeing David’s picture on her phone screen, she smiled and answered with a throaty hello.

“Hey,” David said. “Did I wake you?”

“Yeah, but it’s about time I got up anyway.” Aysha stretched with a little mewl that unbeknownst to her immediately David’s cock grow hard. Her breasts pressed against her nightshirt, nipples poking at the fabric. Writhing around, the hem of the shirt lifted to expose her stomach leading down to the top of her black panties. “What’s up?”

“I was thinking about heading up your way tonight. Maybe we could go out and do something... like maybe on a date?”

“Oh,” Aysha sat up in bed. This had sadly happened before, when they were much younger. David had asked her out but with her conservative upbringing and religion, it’d never work between them. She felt bad but it was just the way things were. It was too bad, really. She did like David. He was good looking and she often wondered what it’d be like to be with him, but knew it’d never happen. Ultimately, she just didn’t see him that way. “David, I... I’m sorry but you know we can’t go out. My parents would never approve. And I really love our friendship. I wouldn’t want to do anything that...”

“No, no. Totally,” David said hastily. “I totally get it. I’m sorry. It was... I shouldn’t have asked. Um, I’m gonna run though. I got class in a few minutes. I’ll call you after.”

“Okay. Let me know if you still want to come by and do something. As friends.” Aysha hung up with a sigh. She hoped that this didn’t affect their friendship and he still decided to drive up. She’d love to see him. Hopefully they could just act like normal and pretend that this phone call never even happened. If he does come up, Aysha figured she should at least look nice for him. She pulled off her top and panties and headed to the showers to clean up before David came.

David hung up the phone, furious.

“Fucking Muslim bitch!” After everything, after how he was always there for her, after he listened to her bitch and complain all the time, she refused to go out with him. Instead, she expected him to continue to just lust after her and jack off to that hot fucking body. “That fucking cocktease!”

Something snapped in him. Now he truly knew what Abdullah must feel like all the time up there. How she must tease him every day as well, refusing to ever put out. Well, that was going to change. He’d had enough. He swore last night he was finally going to fuck that hot little puss and he was determined to make it happen, one way or another. And he wasn’t the only one that deserved a crack at her.

David pulled up his text messenger on his phone. He found Abdullah’s name and hope the number was still the same.

“Hey. It’s David.”

After a minute, a message came back.

“David? What’s up? This is weird.”

“Yeah. It’s about Aysha. I have a proposition for you.”

There was a long pause before the next text came.

“What sort of proposition?”

Later that night, David pulled up in front of Aysha’s residence. He had called her back about an hour and a half ago and apologized profusely about earlier when she asked her out. He had assured he that he also wanted to keep their friendship in tact and wanted to know if it’d be alright to still come up and visit and maybe go out and do something, even though it was getting kind of late. She agreed, figuring she’d be alright with David. Now he waited in his car for her to emerge and when he did, any doubts about his plan left his mind. Maybe if she came out in jeans and a tee or simply a hoodie and shorts, but no. She walked out in flip-flops, a spaghetti strapped top that barely contained her ample breasts, and the very skirt she complained about the day before.

It’s like she was trying to tease him, trying to tempt him. Even after admitting his feelings for her, she still came out dressed like that.

“I’m going to fucking destroy you, you fucking whore,” he thought to himself.

“Hey!” She said, getting into the passenger side seat. “Where do you want to go?”

“I have a place in mind.”

David started driving. They chatted, talking about class, Aysha complaining about an upcoming test she was concerned about. Aysha was always very concerned about her grades. She had a lot of plans for post-graduation. She was career oriented and very focused on her future. David let her drone on. Most of his energy was put toward avoiding looking at her bare legs and the exposed cleavage of her breasts... and avoiding thinking about all the things he was going to do to her. Driving with a hard-on can be rather difficult.

Eventually, Aysha realized they were a decent way away from campus and in a more abandoned part of town. “Where are we going?” she asked looking out the window. There were mostly empty fields and a few trees. In the distance she saw a building. “Is that where we’re going?”

“Yeah,” David admitted sheepishly. “It’s a surprise but I have something in there for you.”

“David... you said this wasn’t a date.”

“It’s not. I promise.”

“Okay,” Aysha relented. She trusted David. “Let’s see what this surprise is.”

They pulled up to the side of the building. David asked her to close her eyes, as he didn’t want to ruin to surprised. She rolled her eyes but agreed and taking her hand, David lead her forward and into the building. Aysha noticed that it smelt grimy and old and dirty. She was curious and a little worried but she let David continue to lead her. Finally, they stopped and he got behind her. “Okay, open your eyes.”

When Aysha opened her eyes, she saw that they were in a strange dimly lit building, the only lights right in front of them from some lamps in the corner. Along with the lamps, she only saw a mattress lying on the floor. She was very, very confused. “What...” she started as she turned around and faced David you grinned in a way she had never seen before. Twisted and dark and sadistic.

“Surprise... you fucking bitch.”

David slapped Aysha hard across the face, stunning her. His hand cracked hard against her cheek and she staggered sideways. “David! What the…” He slapped her with his other hand, sending her head the other way. She let out a cry of pain.

“Shut up!” He yelled at her. He pushed her backward and she tripped and fell onto the mattress, the soft surface breaking her fall. David crawled on top of her and grabbed hold of her breast, one in each hand. He roughly squeezed and kneaded her ample tit-flesh. He felt the bra cup underneath but his manhandling made the globe shift and bulge and pop out more from its confines. He loved how his white hands looked as they took advantage of her deeply tanned body. “Oh god, I’ve wanted to feel these for so long. Jesus Christ, they drove me fucking wild!”

“David, stop! No, please don’t!” Aysha struggled and fought back, twisting and turning. He was about to get a peek at her nipples but her efforts made it difficult to get a good look with all the clothes in the way. “Don’t do this!”

David stopped.

“Don’t do this?” He yelled at her and squeezed her tits hard. His grip was like a vice, making her breasts bulge between his fingers, which dug into her. Aysha let out a pained scream. “Don’t do this? Fuck you! You know how long I’ve wanted to do this? How long I’ve been dreaming about fucking this sexy fucking body? And yet you fucking denied me. You deserve this. You should have fucking just gone out with me. You inferior mud-colored fucking bitch!”

Aysha was shocked at the words coming out of David’s mouth, especially the insults at her skin color. She never thought he’d ever say something like that. She kicked and screamed and struggled some more, refusing to let him get a chance.

“God damn it, you bitch! Stay fucking still!”

CRACK!

David slapped her but she continued to fight.

Whap! Crack! Smack!

Furious, David slapped her again and again, hitting the side of her head. She screamed and tried to cover her face as he continuously struck her. Angry at her hiding her face from him, he balled up his fist and struck her in the stomach with all his might. All the air rushed out of her and she tried to curl up automatically. She let out a long groan and pulled her hands away to clutch her stomach. He looked down at her. That beautiful face, hair a mess, glasses askew, and eyes clenched in pain. God he couldn’t wait to fuck that face senseless. He wrapped his hands around her throat.

“Feel this, Aysha, you little brown bitch? Do you feel how fucking hard you make me?” While he choked her, David grinded his cock against her stomach. “God, the things I’m going to do to you. I’m going to finally treat you like you fucking deserve. And there’s no fucking way you’re going to stop me.”

Aysha tried to pull his hands away from her neck but she was too winded and hurt from the beating already. Slowly her grip weakened. Was he going to kill her, she thought to herself. Would he just kill her then fuck her? Aysha was moments away from passing out. Her breath came out in cracked wheezes and her eyes lost focus. Finally, he let her go. Aysha collapsed back to the bed and she swallowed big mouthfuls of gasping air in between fits of coughing. Weak and drained she lay there, just like David was hoping.

David quickly snapped some pictures of her and sent them off to his partner in crime. But before he got here, David was going to have some one-on-one fun with the little bitch he’d been dreaming of all his life.

He grabbed the bottom of her top ready to lift it over her head when he stopped and grinned evilly. Gripping the fabric between his fingers, he tugged and tore and ripped her shirt apart. The anticipation of seeing her naked and the idea of her left without clothes to wear, forced to remain naked with no way to get home, turned him on. The last of the scraps came away and he saw a sight he’d been trying to glimpse for years... Aysha in a black bra, her round globes of brown skin popping out from her small body. He licked his lips and ripped the bra over her head as Aysha moaned and feebly tried to bat his hands away.

“Holy fucking shit.” David felt his erection grow even harder. Aysha was topless in front of him. He was finally getting to see her tits. Her bare, beautiful, brown tits. “Yes.” With Aysha lying on her back and twisted to her side, they hung off her a little and jiggled around. “Yes! FUCKING YES!” They were huge. The slope of her breasts jutting out and then back to her flat stomach. Topped with eraser-sized nipples a darker brown than her skin. “Oh my fucking god. Look at those fucking things! Jesus fucking Christ you hot fucking bitch!”

David again grabbed her breasts but now there was nothing to obstruct him and he finally felt her warm skin in his hands. He squeezed and crushed and pulled while Aysha groaned and cried but he didn’t give a fuck about her pain. He only cared about those giant utters her always wanted to get his hands on.

“Fucking cunt. How could you have hid these things for so long? How?! All because of that dumb fucking religion of yours? You stupid fucking Muslim bitch!” He licked them both, sucked her nipples into his mouth and bit and chewed all over her flesh. “You should have been a fucking whore. Every time you went to mosque, you would have been better on a fucking stage with your fucking tits out! You should have shown off these fucking tits all the goddamn time to fucking any guy who asked. Especially me!”

In a frenzy, David stopped. He couldn’t wait anymore. He grabbed her skirt, that same fucking skirt she teased him about earlier, the same one he was now sure she wore only so guys can look between those sexy fucking thighs of hers and gawk right at her fucking snatch, and yanked them and her panties down her legs. 

“Oh yes. Fucking finally!”

Aysha was completely naked. Her cunt was fully on display, trimmed black pubic hair on top and plump lips below. He quickly unbuckled his belt and pulled out his hard cock. It dripped with precum, drooling clear sticky fluid at the sight of Aysha’s hot naked body. Aysha’s eyes widened at the sight. This was the first cock she’d seen in real life and was amazed by David’s size. His cockhead circumcised and large and red and angry. He was hard for her and he was going to fuck her. He climbed between her legs and lined himself up with her hole.

“You’ve been saving this haven’t you? A good Muslim girl wouldn’t have given up her virginity before marriage. A good Muslim girl doesn’t fuck.”

He inched closer. His cockhead began part her lips. Below him, Aysha stared up with wide eyes. Those big almost black pupils begging and pleading silently.

“Fuck you, you dirty brown fucking bitch!”

David shoved forward.
