Freshman Nymph CH-11

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Becky knew that she looked good in the outfit she had chosen for
tonight. When she checked her coat at the restaurant, giving Jay his first
glimpse of her evening's costume, she saw him fight visibly to suppress the
whistle of appreciation that sprang to his lips. She turned herself a time
or two for his examination, and even the girl in the checkroom was not
immune to the merits of Becky's appearance. If looks were dangerous to the
receiver, the girl behind the counter would have transfixed the lovely
blonde with a pointed dagger of a stare.

"Do you like it?" Becky asked Jay, smiling when he nodded. She wore a
new dress, one that she had chosen particularly for use once she'd pledged
her sorority. So it seemed only fair to wear it tonight. It was
long-sleeved, the arm coverings flaring out like something Errol Flynn
might have worn in a period film. The fabric of the bodice portion was
almost transparent, and for tantalization's sake, Becky had chosen to wear
a bra tonight. Its pale pink shape was discernible beneath the light blue
of the dress, yet the bra was not substantial enough to prevent the
almost-definite imprint of her nipples from appearing in the front of the
bodice. The skirt was short enough to flirt coquettishly with the tops of
Becky's stockings, and, when she sat down, any eyes that might be at knee
level would have an interesting view of her thighs, past the sell-gartering
hosiery, to the thin pink panties that clung like mist on her crotch. To
complete her outfit she had tied a ribbon, of the same shade as the dress,
in her yellow hair, setting off the bangs she had begun lately to wear on
her forehead. Her makeup was minimal, for the rosy peach freshness of her
complexion needed very little enhancement. A trace of shadowing on her
eyes, a dabbing of lipstick to set off the pink-violet softness of her
lips--nothing else was needed.

Even in her three-inch platforms, however, she was still shorter than
Jay, and the overwhelming size of him gave her a little tingle of
excitement. Uninspired as she was by the personality inside, she felt his
body to be overpowering, dominating. As he checked their coats she thought
with a little quiver of interesting nervousness that he could easily seize
her body and bend It to his will. Mentally she called up the image of Ted
in the woods with her that long ago day, substituting the huge figure of
Jay for the much slighter presence of her onetime boyfriend. In her
imagination Becky could feel the large muscled hands taking hold of her
pale shoulders, the dynamic strength forcing her to the ground, the
powerful thrusts into her virgin cunt. The old Becky, she thought with a
smile, would have died of fear at the very sight of her football-playing
escort for the evening. The new Becky? She looked upon him as an
exercise--a challenge that might prove interesting, might prove dull and
colorless, but which was at any rate something new.

They sat in a quiet corner of the restaurant, the only light a candle
set in the middle of their small table. Jay proved no more scintillating a
conversationalist than he had in the daylight hours. He was too busy,
indeed, looking at Becky. From the look in his eyes one would have thought
he'd never seen a lovely, fashionable girl before. Hmm, Becky mused.
Maybe he hadn't At any rate, this was his first evening out with a college
girl.

Perhaps she'd judged him wrongly. Could it be that he was shy? Not a
chance, she decided. Underneath the table one of Jay's hands was fondling
her leg, cupping and squeezing at her knee through the spiderweb texture of
her stocking, That was an experienced hand. Only the fact that he couldn't
slide his fingers all the way up her leg without making it obvious to
everyone else in the room prevented him from slipping his hand along
Becky's thigh to reach her silky cunt. For that she was grateful, but only
because it kept the issue of how their night would end up in the air.
Becky liked the mystery inherent in that.

Afterwards they went to the Sands Motel. It was a large establishment,
two-storied, near the edge of the main business district of Henderson.
Like the Coach House it was frightfully expensive, but the University was
paying for the entertainment of its football-playing potentials, so not a
dollar was to be held back when the fate of next year's season on the
gridiron was at stake.

"This is really lavish, isn't it?" Becky admired as Jay turned on the
lights to show her his quarters. He was on the upper story of the motel,
in a room that obviously cost a great deal of money. The floor was deep in
plush carpet and the room's furnishings were tasteful and fashionable. A
color TV set occupied one corner, imposing even in its blank-faced silence,
while much of the space was given over to a large, super king-size bed that
simply demanded to be romped upon.

Jay helped Becky off with her coat and hung it in the closet. She stood
in the center of the room, shifting her weight from side to side, her short
skirt rising and falling with her movements, her stocking tops pecking into
view as she swayed. God, he thought, what legs!

"Mmm," she said, rubbing a slinky hand along the top of the bed, noting
its springy resilience. "I think I'd like a drink. How about you, Jay?"

"I really shouldn't," he said, in his deep but somehow empty voice,
"because I'm still in training. The coach would shit a brick, if you'll
pardon the expression, if I broke training. 'Sides, I don't have a
bottle."

"You could call the desk," she hinted. "They'd send one up."

He nodded and smiled. "Okay," he told her. "I guess there's a lot of
things about this trip I don't have to tell the coach."

She grinned responsively, seating herself demurely in one of the two
chairs along the wail beside the bed. Her skirt could not cover the creamy
smoothness of her legs, and she made no effort to force it to. She let
herself slide back, her ass touching the back of the chair, her legs
raising higher, and she smiled to think that while Jay was calling the desk
to have a bottle of bourbon and some ginger ale sent up, his eyes were
violating with their stare the privacy of her privates.

They sat drinking slowly, tasting the tangy whiskey first on their
tongues then ever and ever further down their throats. Becky was glad of
the chance to forget for a moment the ever-present problem of thinking of
something to talk to Jay about. He had such a limited range of interests,
and she feared that they had long since exhausted all the subjects he could
discuss.

Oh, well, she thought, putting down her drink. Might as well do what 1
was sent here to do--put in a plug for good old State University.

"How do you like State?" she asked.

"It's pretty nice," be said. "I like it okay, some things better than
others." The leer that crept into his eyes left no doubt in Becky's mind
that she was among "some things" rather than "others."

"Do you think you'll be enrolling here?"

"I don't know," he said. "I've been getting offers from several other
places. You know--Duke, Ohio State, Penn State, Maryland--all the football
schools. Did you know that last season, when I was only a junior, mind
you, my total yardage gained was-"

Yes, Becky thought, she knew very well. He'd told her half a dozen
times. And not only that, he'd told her the details of almost every game
he'd ever played in, many of the games he'd only seen, and several games
he'd like to play. She sighed.

"Oh, sorry," Jay smiled. "I guess I'm boring you with all the football
talk."

"No, no," she lied. She wondered if he would classify her afterwards as
a touchdown or a field goal. No matter. Becky knew that she couldn't
stand to hear another word about football. Perhaps it was better to fuck
him now and then make some good excuse to go home. The day had been a long
one, and she'd done her bit for good or State U., not to mention Sigma
Alpha.

"Oh, damn," she said suddenly, getting to her feet and looking intently
at her legs.

"Something wrong?" Jay asked with concern.

"It's these damn stockings," she explained. "I don't like garter
belts--they seem so kinky, you know--so I wear the kind that are supposed
to hold themselves up. But they don't. Excuse me while I tug them up
again."

Becky set one foot on the arm of the chair she had just vacated, resting
the sole of her shoe on the sturdy wood. The sudden effect was
devastating. She didn't have to sneak a peek at Jay to know that he was
staring intently at the suddenly bared length of her shapely leg as she
pretended to fool with her hosiery.

She toyed with her stocking far longer than necessary. The position she
was in, and the minilength of her skirt, caused the pantied curves of her
ass to steal forth from under her clothing, and she bent herself forward
just a little, exposing her rump all the more, to pull her hose straight
round her toes. When one leg was finished she attended to the other one.
If that didn't give him ideas, nothing would!

Becky turned to Jay with a smile. "There," she said. "That's all taken
care of. Say," she added, smoothing down her skirt as though she meant to
protect her modesty with its totally inadequate hemline, "would you like a
midnight snack? The desk could send something up, if you're hungry." She
strode to the phone. "Is there anything you'd like? The service here is
really fantastic." She looked at him, her hand poised above the telephone,
her eyes expectant.

Jay's face was red, like a p*****n boy telling a dirty joke. He got up
off the bed where he had been stretched out. Like a walking colossus, like
Steve Reeves in an old Hercules movie, be came across the room to her, all
muscle and height and outstretched hands.

He touched her, his hands clutching her elbows. His face drew close to
Becky's, and he whispered into her ear. "The only food I really want to
eat right now is your little old furburger." His breath tickled her ear
warmly and she giggled the way she thought a scandalously amused young girl
should. Crude bastard, said her mind.

"Oh," she simpered, "that's terrible!"

His hands still held her arms, and she felt the muscular power of his
fingers squeezing at her. This guy could put a real hurt on a girl if be
wanted to, she suddenly thought. As he held her, Becky's fingers stole to
the front of his shirt and began to unbutton him.

He eased the tension with which he held her, and cradled her elbows
lightly in his palms as she undid his shirt. Becky dropped to her knees
then and untied his shoes, throwing them to the side as he raised each foot
in turn. Next, she unbuckled his belt, then unzipped him and slid his
trousers down. Somehow she always enjoyed doing that. It was such a
turn-on for her to strip a guy before undoing a button of her own.

Jay stood before her in his shorts. She could see the imposing bulge of
his cock and balls in the undergarments; she marveled at their size, and
then she peeled his shorts down as well, to lay bare his male organs. She
whistled in admiration as she stared at their nude development, sucked in
her breath as she saw the slow but implacable stiffening of his penis.
Marcy's words from yesterday came back to her: "Hung like a stud elephant."
Well, any lady elephant who got studded by a male of her species possessed
of a cock the size of Jay's would certainly have an experience worth
remembering. But Becky knew her elastic cunt could take his length, could
absorb his pummeling thrusts as he shoved himself in her twat again and
again in the heat of fucklust. Maybe in bed Jay could make up for his
dullness. With a cock like that, he couldn't help it.

Still, Becky thought, she had never, ever, taken one that large before.
But she knew she could. After all, what had she told Marcy? They didn't
make them too big for Rebecca Ryan.

When Jay was naked at last, Becky got to her feet. "My," she said,
"You're a big boy for one so young. Now I guess I'd better do the right
thing and take my clothes off too. After all, you've shown me yours, and I
really ought to show you mine."

Demurely she turned her back to him, her fingers slowly working free the
buttons on the front of her bodice top. She drew out the movements,
wishing to tease him with the delayed treat of her body's exposure. At
last the top of her dress was unbuttoned. Still not facing him, she slid
it off her marble shoulders and began to slither her way out of the short
mini.

Impatient fingers seized the dress, jerked it down her. "Hey!" she
shouted, as she heard what had to be the ripping of the fabric. "Don't
tear it!"

But before she could tell him it was a new dress and an expensive dress,
it had been torn all the way from her and lay in a pile, small and pale
blue in color, round her feet. As she made to turn round and face him, his
hands jerked into the elastic back of her nylon bra, ripping it open. God
damn it, she thought, he's butchering my clothes!

Jay's eyes were on her as she spun round, and the look in those eyes was
demonic. He held in his hands the rent remnants of her brassiere, and his
gleaming eyeballs were focused upon the suddenly revealed pink tips of her
boobs. She wanted to place her arm across her tits, cover them from his
suddenly frightening eyes.

His hand touched her shoulder, closed bard upon it. She felt him close
his fingers, digging into her soft flesh. A little whimper stole from her
lips. He was starting to hurt. She wanted to calm him down a little. God
knows she didn't want to be bruised or battered.

"Please, Jay," she said softly. "You're hurting me."

He came closer to her, still holding that shoulder in his massive
muscular grip. His face darted against hers, his lips touching her eyelids
and nose before coming to rest upon her mouth. He kissed like a vacuum
cleaner, dragging the breath out of her. She felt sudden fear, wished she
were somewhere else, even though she knew it was only a passing whim. She
was in no danger. After all, she was Becky Ryan, the girl who could fuck
any man under the table and still want more. She relinquished herself to
his kiss, pressing her tits against his bare, hairy chest, rubbing her cunt
against his upper thigh.

"So nice," Jay whispered into her mouth. His hand had suddenly grasped
a tit and handled it roughly. "So nice. Such nice titties. Can I lick
them?"

It made no difference whether she wanted him to or not. His head darted
down her body and his mouth found a nipple. He kissed it, sucked it,
lolled it on his tongue, bit it. His teeth gnawed, softly at first, then
harder, sharper, on the nip and the soft girl flesh that supported it.

"Hey," Becky said in a low voice, "don't be so goddamn rough! Those
things are fragile."

And as he nursed her boob his hands jerked roughly at the thin fabric of
her pink panties, tearing them apart with the urgency of his eagerness to
see what they covered. Becky mumbled a foul phrase to herself as she
thought about what this night was doing to her wardrobe.

With Jay's mouth still loving her tit, his hands cupping the cheeks of
her ass, Becky let herself go under his rough lovemaking. She preferred
more subtlety, and under no circumstances did she enjoy the kind of biting
he was doing. It hurt and it didn't turn her on in the least. Well, she
should have known from his feelings about the squirrels and from his crack
about "furburger" that he was basically a crude person. She couldn't
expect anything else from him, really, and she was probably lucky that he
didn't have her on the bed right now, slicking his peter in and out of her
unprepared cunt the way Ted had done her in the woods.

She wondered if he was going to suck her pussy too. She hoped so. It
helped lubricate her for the fucking that seemed right now to be very
imminent. God, she hoped he didn't try drilling in a dry hole!

Jay arose in haste, caught her up in his arms, and tossed her onto the
bed. She squealed from real, not simulated fright, as she felt herself
being thrown, but the immediate landing on the softness of the mattress
calmed her slightly. She lay on her side looking at Jay as he stood beside
the bed. His cock jutted into the air proudly, and once more she wondered
at its size, its thickness, wondered if it would not split her apart on
insertion. One thing was sure, she knew. If he tried to shove it to her
now, before she'd gotten moist enough in the cunt, he would hurt the hell
out of her.

He came nearer and nearer, his cocktip only inches from her face. Her
fingers stole out and circled round it, their points barely able to meet
round its massive shaft.

"Eat it," Jay cooed to her, pushing himself nearer her face. His cock
touched her nose, rubbed her upper lip. She found her mouth opening in
spite of her fear, and, whether she actively willed it or not, Jay's prick
had slipped inside her oral cavity.

Becky opened her mouth as wide as she could to allow his penis entrance.
Even so it was a tight fit, and, due to its length, she was only able to
suckle the portion of it nearest to and including the head. And that was
almost enough to choke her. Its heavy bulk pressed upon her tongue, slid
along that wet carpet toward her tonsils, filling her mouth with its
thickness. Her cheeks bulged out as she tried to take as much of Jay's
peter between her lips as she could manage, but she knew that this was a
lost cause from the beginning. Her mouth would only stretch so far, and
the size of this prick had tested her to those limits.

And then, without taking his cock from her suck, he had put himself onto
the bed, straddling her chest. His knees pinned her arms, and she gasped
round his dick at the heaviness of the pressure on her. He seemed like a
huge dead weight atop her, and she knew that she would die soon, with his
prick in her throat, strangled or crushed. Whichever came first. It
didn't matter anymore. The only thing in her life right now was the cock
in her gullet. Its probing jabs seemed to touch portions of her throat
that even her food bad never passed.

"Come on, suck!" be challenged, pushing his dick in and out. His body
shook as he thrust himself in the mouth fuck, and Becky knew that a death
which released her from this almost unbearable experience would be a
welcome visitor indeed.

His hands touched her cheeks, pushed in on them as she sucked
despairingly at him. There was no way she could take him all, and the
constant punching in of her cheeks was making his cock seem ever so much
larger in her desperately churning orality. "Please," she mumbled, her
words muffled by the size of him.

And then the cloud passed over and the stars began to shine, and Jay was
off her chest, his cock now wet and hard and from its appearance in this
angle at least, much larger than it had seemed before it entered her lips.
Thank God, she thought, Now we fuck. And then I can get the hell out of
here.

Jay snuggled beside her, his brawny football player's body monopolizing
most of the bedspace. His hands clutched her tits, felt and fondled them,
rubbed the flesh of her belly, tugged lightly at her cuntfloss, slid
themselves up and down the slice of her crotch. She felt herself growing
moist and dewy with anticipation as he played with her pussy, but she knew
that she was still not ready to absorb the pounding of his enormous cock.
She hoped he would hurry up and bend his head, eat her twat as she bad
eaten his prick. Then, she knew, she would be oiled and primed for his
entrance.

"What a lovely thing," he said with a sly smile. His hand closed over
the plump mound of her vagina, his palm grinding against her pussyhairs.
She found herself thrusting in his grip, shoving her cunt tight against his
cuddling hand. The wetness of her was touching his palm. He couldn't help
but be aware of it. The delicious fragrance of her cunt, growing ever more
ready to be pronged, seemed to fill the room as Becky lubricated herself in
anticipation of his cock.

And then his hands were on her waist, turning her over till she lay upon
her belly, her legs outspread. Oh, she thought. He wants to do it doggie
style. Well, maybe It will go in easier from that angle. In fact, her
past experience led her to feel certain that it would be a much more
satisfying angle of implantation.

Now she lay on her belly, her ass cheeks jutting high into the air, his
hand buried between her thigh junctions, her hips beginning to move
rhythmically as he stroked her. Becky was nearly ready.

"I don't think I can wait," she told him. "Are you gonna put it me
soon? Please, Jay, real soon? Huh?"

"Oh, baby, am I gonna put it in you?" he sighed, his hands cupping and
squeezing the nicely rounded cheeks of Becky's ass. She writhed under his
touches, pushing her ass up into the air that he might have all the more
leverage to play with it. As she did, her hands grabbed a pillow from the
head of the bed. She thrust it beneath the pit of her stomach to raise
herself into the air that he might have better access to her ever-wetting
cunt.

"What a pretty ass," he mused, his fingers tickling their way across the
tight yet supple flesh of her buttocks. "The first time I saw you, I said
to myself that girl has the greatest ass." His head moved close beside
hers, his hand toying in her hair. "I wanted you as soon as we first met.
And I knew I could have you, too! They told us the girls who were gonna
take us around might fuck if we asked them, but Becky, the minute I saw you
I knew that you would fuck. I could tell. It was in your eyes. I could
tell you liked me, tell you would do anything for me. Would you do
anything for me?"

"Oh, God, Jay," she sighed, trying to sound desperately anxious for his
body, "I'd do anything you asked me to! Anything at all! You name it!
All I want is that cock of yours, in me!" She hoped she sounded convincing
enough. Christ, was she tired.

His face slid from beside hers, and his words grew more distant.
"Becky," he said, over and over again, "Becky, Becky--" She felt his hands
on her ass once more, then they were cupping her waist, and she knew that
he was behind her, ready to make insertion. Becky summoned up images of
every description--of herself sucking off famous Hollywood stars, rock
musicians, sexy politicians--even the picture of her and Dave Shearing
going at it on his bed. She dug her crotch into the sheet beneath her,
trying to splay herself so that her cunt lay open and she could frictionize
her clitoris. She had to be at least a little more moist when he put it in
her if she wanted to live through the experience with a whole pussy.

The taste of his cock still clung to her lips as she nestled her hands
beneath her chin, her eyes closed dreamily. Becky was grinding her cunt
into the mattress, relaxing as she felt her telltale wetness begin to flow
inside her tunnel. It would be all right, she told herself. Jay's hands
cupped the cheeks of her ass, his hands strong, enormous in their power.
She thought once again of the picture she had fantasized earlier, of her
slim, lithe girlhood irrevocably in the grasp of the massive
football-playing guy. She would be helpless in his clutches, Becky mused,
her tongue flicking out to lick lightly along her upper lip.

Jay insinuated himself further between her upside-down legs, pushing
Becky's thighs to their fullest extension. Muscles in her hips began to
ping a little from the stretching and she wiggled her belly uncomfortably.
She felt his hands teasing and tugging at the tight flesh of her buttocks,
pinching, pulling, caressing. Fingers traced up and down her cloven
crotch, knuckles brushing the open lips of her pussy.

"Umm," Becky sighed, "that feels nice. Please hurry, Jay, I want it
now!"

He bent low across her, his head coming in by Becky's ear, his hand
parting the blonde locks that he might whisper directly to her. "Are you
ready for it?" he husked. "Are you ready to get it right in your beautiful
ass?"

"Oh, yes," Becky gushed, "please fuck me now!" So I can get dressed and
get going, she added mentally.

Jay raised himself once more. She could feel the heavy thumper of his
penis bouncing against her ass, its bulk still amazing to her, even though
she'd already sucked it and felt it. Guided now, she could tell by its
determined slithering, his fingers circled round its impressive barrel, she
felt the tip of Jay's cock scooting up and down her sliced heartland.
Obligingly, Becky pulled her tummy in and hoisted her tail higher, that the
mouth of her puss might be more available to him.

"Hey," she called, turning her head as far as she was able, "you're
poking in the wrong hole." The point of the brawny boy's cock had just
touched at Becky's anal spout.

Jay's reply was to clench his hard calloused palms tight round Becky's
waist. His prickhead pushed insistently at the pretty blonde's asshole.
She squirmed as he began to give tentative shoves.

"Wait a minute," she pleaded, "you're putting it in the wrong place."

It was uncomfortable as hell now. Jay's prick was starting to dig its
way up Becky's never-violated hole. Only the very point of the head was so
far imbedded in her unbelievably constricted ass, but that meager presence
was enough to make her vision blur into vague swirling shapes of lights and
stars.

"Jay!" she yelled, praying frantically that she might gain his
attention, apprise him of the terrible mistake he was making. Dear God,
she thought. Is the boy a virgin? Doesn't he know any better? "Jay!" she
repeated. "Stop right now!"

And then his hands grabbed hard at her sides, till she knew the imprint
of his fingers would remain with her the rest of her life. An unbelievable
searing agony coursed upward from Becky's asshole. The cock was pushing
defiantly at her reluctant sphincter muscles and she knew that if she
resisted she would die. But, nonetheless, she could not allow herself to
relinquish her control. She could not live with that monstrous cock lodged
in the virgin tunnel of her ass, and it was only a question of how she
would die.

Then suddenly the sphincter muscle popped in defeat and the entire
bulbous head of Jay's prick was inside her anal slot. The feeling was
indescribable. She knew that her body was being ripped open and there was
nothing she could do to stop it.

Becky screamed, her cry beginning in a low keening moan and rapidly
modulating upward to a shrill cry of pain and fright. Nothing that had
ever happened to her was so awful as this! Not even when Ted had ****d her
in the woods! Compared to the excruciating presence of Jay's prickpoint in
her protesting ass, the intrusions of Ted's cock had been tender and
loving!

Jay's hand slipped upward and tangled itself in Becky's trailing blonde
locks. He gave a jerk on the hair he held, and the terrified girl's head
snapped back with a jolt. Now there were searing pains in her neck as
muscles tensed themselves to their limit. She was looking at him upside
down now as her head pulled back, and the expression on his face chilled
her blood.

"I told you I wanted your ass," he said, with an evil grin that
doubtless he meant to be a sexy smile. The cast of his face, seen at the
odd, unnatural angle, made Becky think instantly of a representation of
Satan.

He thrust her head forward and she felt her face sag against the bed. A
hand touched her neck, marveled that nothing was broken. The feel of his
cock in her ass was still painful beyond comparison, but it was being
overshadowed by a tremendous numbness emanating from the violated opening.
It was like getting Novocaine before having a tooth extracted.

"What an ass!" Jay exulted, his fingers rubbing and tickling it. Becky
was only vaguely aware of the touch of his fingers. She thanked God for
sending that deadening of feeling to her anal quarters, rejoiced that she
could no longer distinguish the veins in the head of Jay's prick as they
pumped blood into his steely organ.

And then her entire body convulsed with anguish as Jay's cock pressed
forward in its lodgement. New areas of her ass that had not yet been
ravaged by his presence suddenly erupted into livid groans of protest. The
momentary numbness at her hole itself had not been permanent, had only been
a cruel joke her body was playing upon her!

Becky's teeth chattered uncontrollably as Jay's cock slid further into
her constricted rectal chute. Oh Jesus! was he going to shove it clear
into her stomach? She felt sick, nauseous. Her eyes swam in delirium and
her guts churned in fright. And still, like the advancing Juggernaut, the
shaft of him pressed further and further up her ass, each fraction of
additional entrance registering violent pain in Becky's mind.

"Please, please," she whispered, her voice trembling with the effort of
speaking. What in the name of God had she gotten herself into? Christ!
she winced as she felt more and more of his prick entering her. It wasn't
worth it! It wasn't worth it at all! Visions of her c***dhood swept
before her eyes, the happy, innocent days when she had been unaware that
boys and girls were constructed differently between their legs, the days
when she had had no inkling of the mechanics of sex. As he fucked her ass
like a rumbling tank she wept for her lost virginity, sobbed for the
uncountable number of guys she had fucked since coming to State University,
spilled her tears for the fruits of her sexual awakening.

It had all come to this, all those happy moments of mutual joy on a bed
or on a floor or wherever she and her guy of the hour could find enough
space to get it on. It had come to this, indeed, lovely Becky Ryan, lying
on a bed in a fancy motel with a guy she had been pimped to just like any
common street slut, and that guy's cock slowly making its way up the
pain-filled tunnel of her ass. She wanted to die for the shame of it all!

When Jay had imbedded himself fully in Becky's rectal chute, when he had
probed and stretched the entire depth of her tight channel, he began to
fuck her in earnest His cock slicked in and out, his ass shaking muscled
hips as he stuck it to her again and again. Oooh, God, he thought wildly,
relishing the tight squeeze of her ass walls. This is the best ever!
Jesus, he had wanted her, ever since he saw her, ever since the coach here
at State had taken the visiting boys aside and told them that the young
girls assigned to be their guides were under instructions to do anything
the boys wanted. Anything, the coach had repeated with a sly wink.

And he knew, knew as he shafted his peter back and forth along the snug
lining of her anal passage, knew that this girl, his own personal whore
while he was here, was the finest piece of ass of them all. Oh, she
pretended to be uncomfortable as she got herself brown-holed. All the
girls back home did too, but none of them bad ever refused him, not once
they'd gotten a look at that monster of a prick swinging between his legs.
And besides, he was a star. He'd won who knew how many games, won them by
his own incredible talents on the gridiron. Girls really liked that. To
know they were getting fucked by a guy who was going places.

"Come on, come on!" he hissed, his teeth clenched with the exertion of
fucking her tight slot, "shake it, you goddamn beautiful whore! you out of
sight slut!"

His hips were jerking now, and his cock was plowing her but good.
Becky's head lay flat against the bed, her shoulders shaking as she took
him again and again, to his fullest penetration. Her hips were trembling,
though not like his, and her skin was icy pale.

"Move your ass!" Jay commanded, and he began to push and pull on her
waist, jerking her back and forth as he shafted in and out. He wasn't far
from coming now, and he wanted her to get the full benefit of this. After
all, wasn't be as big a star in the sack as on the field?

Becky felt her hips pivoting and swiveling under Jay's direction. She
had no muscle control left anywhere, and so she allowed herself to be used
as he wished. She knew that never in a million years could she describe to
anyone the horrors of what she felt right now, with his cock fucking her
innocent ass. She knew that never in a million years could she forget the
horrors she knew now, erase from her memory the agony of what he was doing
to her--no, what she had allowed to be done to her. It was her fault too.
She had been the one who allowed herself to be put in this situation. The
sorority had only been the vehicle. She could have told them all to get
screwed--that Becky Ryan wasn't about to peddle her ass for anyone else's
convenience.

But no. Becky Ryan had gone along with what was expected of her.
Jesus! her brain screamed as the cock within her gave the telltale symptoms
of approaching ejaculation. As soon as this was over, she was going to
tell the Sigma Alpha girls what she thought of them, what they could do
with their fucking sisterhood! They weren't worth it at all!

Jay grunted heavily, then sucked in his breath hard, two or three times
running, and his cock pressed forward into Becky as far as it would reach.
She was beyond feeling when the come-vent at its tip winked open and pissed
forth a hot load of juice and jism that seemed to be flowing right into her
stomach, up her throat. She could taste it on the back of her tongue, she
was positive. It didn't matter.

His come flooded her like an overflowing river, and he quivered and
shook inside her body. God, she prayed, I'm glad it's over. He had
cornholed her, she had survived the harrowing ordeal, and all she wanted to
do now was go, go somewhere she could be alone, could come to terms with
her battered privacy.