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 pre-teen 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 raped 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 childhood 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.