Becky walked through the night-darkened streets of Henderson as though every devil in Hell were on her trail. Her body screamed its agony through her bewildered brain at every step, and her legs' movement activated the most terrible pains in the core of her womanhood. Again and again she touched a wondering hand beneath the hem of her short skirt, felt the throbbing hole that Jay had abused carnally, and brought her fingers up before her eyes, unable to believe that she was not streaming blood from the savage penetration of his huge phallus.
As soon as his cock had flopped limply from her semen-drenched ass, the juice-dripping head smug and smiling. Becky had rolled over onto bet back, winced at the tenderness of her abused bottom, and slid into her clothing. She had refused his offer to drive her home, explaining that she always walked whenever she could, for the exercise, and with a smile that belied the maddening fury of her heart, she made her departure.
She couldn't go back to the dorm tonight. No, not to face Marjie's know-it-all expression. And, she knew so clearly now, she had something of importance to do first.
She had to go to the Sigma Alpha house, beard the lions in their own den. She had to make it clear to the girls she had been so anxious to please, to become a comrade with, that she was disgusted and sickened by what they had so blithely arranged for her. And, when that was done, when she bad said her mind, torn the cheap sorority pledge pin from her heaving breast and thrown it to the floor that she might grind it underfoot before their shocked eyes-then, then she would take her final leave of them. Once more she would be Becky Ryan, individual, person in her own right, not merely a plaything, a toy that could be given away to any brutish child seeking amusement
"My God-given body is my own," Becky repeated over and over as she walked, the rhythm of the words adapting itself to the steady rhythm of her feet and the swaying of her pain-wracked body. She hummed the words, sang them, whispered them, made them her marching tune. And when she had done what she had to do, her body would truly once more be her own. Oh, God, she thought savagely. She was looking forward to the confrontation that lay ahead.
She turned the corner of Sorority Row, looked down the long street, her eyes dwelling upon each of the brightly lit houses, studying savagely the neon letters that decorated each of them. A moment's halt there on the end of the street brought home to her in ever-increasing awareness the pain that emanated from her raped ass, and she knew she had to force herself to walk on.
Becky stepped gingerly up the steps of the Sigma Alpha porch. Each time she lifted her legs she hurt in a new place, and she didn't believe she could really make the climb without falling down and screaming her agony to an uninterested world. But ascend she did, and her hand fixed determinedly on the doorknob. She gave it a turn and stepped into the hallway of the house, her eyes blazing and her breath coming heavily from her slightly parted lips.
A face peeped round the corner of the parlor entrance. It was Carolyn, one of the actives. She smiled a greeting.
"Is Audrey in tonight?" Becky asked, her words crisp, cold, clipped.
"Uh, I think so," Carolyn replied, taken aback by the harsh tone in which the blonde pledge was speaking. She pointed up the stairs. "If she is, she's in her room."
Without another word Becky gathered her endurance together and made her way toward the steps. She looked with sinking heart at their steepness, then brought one leg forward, placing her foot on the bottom stair. The second was easier, but every foot of progress she made brought agonizing reminders of the ordeal through which she had just come. When she stood finally at the head of the staircase, the only emotion that stirred her breast was rage. Had Audrey been before her now, Becky would have torn the chapter president's eyes out, pulled her hair from her head, lacerated and scratched her body in retaliation for her own degradation.
There were half a dozen rooms on this end of the second floor. Becky didn't know which was Audrey's. The easiest method of finding out was obvious.
"Audrey!" she called sharply. "Audrey!"
The door at the far end of the hall opened, and the tall slim figure of the girl Becky sought suddenly materialized, framed by the doorway. Her hair was casually tousled and she wore a sheer dressing gown which clung revealingly to the mounds of her breasts and the dark region of her delta. She smiled at Becky, a smile the angry blonde could not return.
"Hi, Becky," the president of the Sigma Alpha house replied. "What can I do for you?"
Becky gritted her teeth against the rage she felt and started down the hall. The light on this floor was dim and the president could not see the gleam of determination that was distorting Becky's generally serene features.
Becky stopped in front of the other girl, her hand reaching to the nicely filled bodice of her dress. Fingers latched hold of the pledge pin there, and the same fingers ripped it off, oblivious to the slight tearing noise that came forth as the fabric holding the pin parted. She clutched the pin in her fist, squeezing tightly, and her hand whitened with the force of her anger.
"I just wanted to give you this," Becky hissed softly. "I don't think I'll be needing it any more." She placed the pin on Audrey's extended palm.
Audrey's eyes grew wide with concern. She put a hand on Becky's shoulder, felt even there the sensations that coursed the younger girl's body. "What's wrong?" she asked.
The eyes that studied her so closely, so consolingly, with so much sisterly interest and concern were Becky's undoing. She could not retain the icy glare of her anger, and her composure melted like late frost. Her face dissolved all of a sudden, as it were, and for the briefest moment it looked as if she were about to break into a laugh. Then her eyes took on a wrinkled squinting look and they slid shut and then open once more, and her lower lip trembled quaveringly, and Becky Ryan burst into the tears she had denied herself throughout her ordeal.
"Oh, God," Audrey whispered, putting her arms round Becky and drawing the sobbing girl against her. "What happened?" She cuddled Becky's head against her shoulder and her hand stroked soothingly at the golden hair that was now so disarrayed from Jay's rough pulling and jerking.
"It was just awful," Becky wept, her tears dampening the shoulder of Audrey's gown, her arms sliding round the other girl's waist. Somehow Audrey seemed to fill almost a maternal void in Becky's suddenly disarranged mind. Audrey was appreciably taller than the long-limbed blonde girl, and Becky felt as she had when she was a child and her troubles had sent her to cry on her mother's shoulder.
She looked upward slightly, noting the sympathy in Audrey's eyes, and reassurement flooded her body. Perhaps all wasn't lost after all. Perhaps there was someone who really cared about her, about her troubles, about Becky as a person and not just as a sex object.
"Come on inside," the older girl said, leading Becky through the door, closing it behind them. This was the first time Becky had ever been inside the president's room here at the chapter house, and she was surprised at its comfortable appearance.
Audrey helped her to sit down on the bed, noting the look of sudden, wincing reluctance as Becky's ass touched the mattress. Her hand touched the younger girl's side, directing her round to lie upon her tummy. That was better, Becky thought. She stretched out on Audrey's soft bed and rested her chin on her hands. Audrey pulled a chair close by the bedside and sat down upon it. She touched Becky's hair once more.
"Now I want you to tell me what happened to you," she commanded, and her soft musical voice held such power Becky was unable to resist the charge. She wiped at her eyes and choked back a last sob before beginning.
"Tonight," she mumbled, "at the motel-where I went with Jay."
"Jay?" Audrey interrupted.
"Jay," Becky repeated, "my date. The football guy I was assigned to escort today." Audrey nodded in understanding and Becky went on. "I knew I was supposed to-you know, go to bed with him and all, but-oh, God! It was horrible! He made me-"
"Oh, dear," Audrey said. "Were you a virgin, Becky?"
Becky shook her head hastily. "No, not exactly," she answered. "I just never did it-there-never before."
Audrey's eyes narrowed. "I think I understand what you mean," she said. "Did he force you to have anal intercourse with him?"
Becky nodded.
"Oh," said Audrey, "you poor girl! I think I know just how you feel. And naturally you blame the sorority for making you take on the assignment in the first place. I can understand that. But, believe me, Becky, we don't send our girls out to be used like that. You should have defended yourself."
Becky thought of the size of Jay's body, of the chances she would have had should she have put up a struggle to defend the honor of her intact asshole. She couldn't help but smile ironically at the thought.
Audrey saw the smile and flashed one of her own in response. "But then," she added, "I'll bet he was a great deal bigger than you, wasn't he? What could you do but submit?" Her hand stroked Becky's shoulder blades, calming the heaving of the blonde girl's body.
"Did he climax inside you?" she asked after a while. Becky signified that he did. "Oh," Audrey sighed. "Tell me, did he make an insertion in your vagina after that?"
Becky tried to recall.
"I don't think so," she said. "No, I'm pretty sure he didn't."
Audrey got up from her chair, taking Becky's hand as she did. "Well, we shouldn't take any chances," she declared. "If he did enter your vagina after analyzing you, there's a chance that you might get an infection. Come along and we'll get you cleaned up right now."
Becky stepped to the floor, her legs still sending that song of excruciating pain, but now, knowing that she had a friend in Audrey, a friend concerned about her welfare, the hurt wasn't so bad.
Audrey led the way. "The benefit of being president," she smiled, "is that your apartment here has a private bathroom. The other girls who live in the house have to share one, dorm style. But I guess you know all about dorm style living, don't you, Becky?" she added, opening a door at the back of her small living quarters.
The girls entered the private bathroom attached to Audrey's dwellings, and Audrey knelt upon the floor to start the flow of water into a pink tub. Becky sat down upon the commode seat to wait. Audrey looked up at her.
"How does your stomach feel, Becky?" she asked thoughtfully.
"I don't how," Becky replied. "It's a little queasy, maybe."
"Do you think you'd like an enema to clean out your bowels?"
Becky thought with a giggle of the really weird sensations she'd bad as a child when her mother had administered enemas to her. She thought of lying totally nude on a bathroom rug while a hose was inserted up her ass and soapy water squeezed into her tummy. It had always been just a little embarrassing. "No," she smiled, "I don't think so."
Audrey shrugged. "There," she said, inserting her hand into the water which now half-filled the tub. "I think that will be just fine. Now you take off your clothes and hop right into the tub, and I'll help you get clean all over. We'll just wash that dirty boy off your body!"
And then she was gone, with a smile back over her shoulder at Becky, who had risen from her seat. Becky's hand brushed fitfully at her disarranged hair, wiped at a remnant of the tears she had spilled, and then her fingers applied themselves to undoing the fastenings of her clothes.
She stepped out of the dress, removed her stockings and shoes, and was ready for the tub. Her poor, almost brand-new bra and panties had been so ripped and torn that she had discarded them in Jay's motel room. Let the dirty son of a bitch keep them for souvenirs, she thought now as she lifted one shapely but stiff leg and climbed into the bathtub.
Ummm, that did feel nice! The water was tingling hot and it made her toes crinkle as she stood in it. And when she sat down there was a momentary tenderness round the opening of her mistreated ass, but it soon passed, and she found herself basking in the deep tubful of water, shaking herself so that her young tits wiggled just a little and made ripples in her wet covering. Something of her old, natural ease was returning to her in the luxury of soaking in the tub, and, slowly but surely, she could feel the advent-after what seemed an eternity's absence, though it could be measured in terms of hours-of the real Becky.
The door opened from the bedroom and Becky looked up to see Audrey entering once more. The light coming from behind the tall older girl made her body stand out in stunning outline in the sheerness of her gown, and Becky realized for the first time that Audrey clothed was stunning, but Audrey so exposed was indeed a goddess in her classic beauty of figure.
Audrey dropped to her knees, resting her hands on the edge of the cool pink tub. "Feeling better?" she asked. Becky nodded with a smile. "Here, then," Audrey continued, taking in hand a washcloth and a bar of soap. "Let me help you get all bright and shiny again. The sooner we get you fixed up, the sooner you can forget all about that horrible guy."
She began to soap Becky's white back, rubbing the cloth across the younger girl's body in long languid strokes. When she had smeared the suds on thoroughly, she said, "Now you just lean back and rinse yourself off," and, as Becky followed the instructions she had been given, Audrey took the cloth, resoaped it, and began to wipe carefully at Becky's face. The warm wetness of the soap and water, the enveloping humidity of the cloth itself-both made Becky sigh in satisfaction. She felt Audrey's hand through the cloth, stroking the soap carefully across her, as tenderly as if it were a baby that was being washed instead of a mature and developed young lady.
The cloth left her face, came back, this time only moist and not covered with soup, and rinsed the suds from Becky. She closed her eyes and arched her face upward to assist Audrey, turning slightly toward the other girl as she did so, and in so doing she stirred the water, splashing some out on Audrey's own face.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Becky apologized, but Audrey only smiled.
"I'd better take this thing off before I get all wet," the older girl said, putting down the wash cloth. She got to her feet and in a delicate but sensual motion pulled her gown over her head and tossed it out the door behind her. Nude to the skin, she dropped down once more.
Becky stifled a gulp of admiration as she took her first look at the bare extent of her friend's body. Audrey was indeed a finely built lass, all long legs and fine firm breasts, their nipples large and protruding. Her pubic hair was much darker than the light brown mane that crowned her bead, and it curled in tight silky waves along her plump mons veneris.
"That's better," Audrey grinned, and she took the washcloth once more in hand. Soap was applied to Becky's neck and soap was rinsed away, and then Audrey set aside the cloth and rubbed her damp hands on the bar of cleansing balm. "Lift yourself up a little," she told Becky, and the blonde girl complied.
Audrey's bands began to rub their cargo of cleanliness onto Becky's breastbone and, almost imperceptibly, quite casually, onto the ripe young mounds of the freshman girl's titties. Becky giggled at Audrey's touch, recalling how often her breasts had been rubbed and fondled just this way but with sexual intent.
And now, even though she knew full well that she was only being assisted by a friend, a friend concerned about her well-being, anxious to help her, Becky was embarrassed to find that her fits were reacting in their old familiar fashion. As Audrey rubbed them with soap they seemed to be engorging, growing fuller, lifting up proudly of their own accord. Audrey smiled calmly as if to assure Becky that it was all right, and her fingers circled round a nipple, rubbing the soap vigorously onto the erecting little point, clipping it between fingers to make sure it had received its full quota of cleansing.
"There," Audrey was saying, but her voice seemed to be far away. "Now you just dunk your breasts and rinse them off too," and Becky obediently settled down in the water to lave her breasts in the warm bath.
She popped up again, tits dripping but unsoapy, and looked to Audrey for instructions. The older girl was standing by the tub now.
"We'll have to clean you out underneath, too," Audrey smiled. "Here. You turn round, and get on your knees. Hold yourself up on the sides of the tub, and hold your bottom out of the water."
Her tone was so confident that Becky had no thought of rejecting the offer, so she did as Audrey commanded, holding her ass above the surface of the water.
"Let's see," Audrey said. "This is more complicated than I thought. I know. I'll sit down on the head of the tub," and she did so, her feet in the water, splashing bubbles onto Becky's thighs.
Becky gave a little gasp as Audrey began to rub soap with both hands onto the cheeks of her ass. It was no longer as excruciatingly tender as it had been, thanks to the soaking it had received, but it was nevertheless sensitive to the soft caresses it was feeling now as Audrey's hands soaped it clean.
"I'll bet that feels better than what that awful boy did to you, doesn't it, Becky?" Audrey called, and Becky nodded in sincere agreement Audrey's hands were so soft and gentle that Becky allowed her emotions to surrender themselves. She knew that nothing evil was going to happen to her this time.
She giggled softly when Audrey's fingers touched the still somewhat delicate petal of her asshole itself.
"Tickle?" Audrey asked. "Becky, does it still hurt?"
"Not very much," Becky replied honestly.
"Well, I'll be very careful about this, but I have to clean it inside too. Now you just get ready, honeybunch, and be very brave for me. All right?"
And while Becky was still nodding she felt Audrey's finger, erect, wet, soap-drenched, probe at the tight-closed entrance. She strove to relax her sphincter as much as she could, and the finger slipped inside very gently, very softly. In one way the feeling reminded her very much of having Jay's cock up that same bole, but this time it was also quite different. There was none of that brutal jabbing and poking, none of the stiff thrusts of a massive, engorged presence. Instead it was only the delicate sliding up and down her anal channel of a slim finger, a finger that took care to be tender, considerate of Becky's outraged condition.
And the washing out of her ass was over almost before she knew it Audrey's finger slipped from Becky's hole with a little squish, and she felt water rinsing over the exposed opening. Her thighs squirmed a little at the cleansing flow, and she made as if to sit down. Audrey's hand touched one of her buttocks and Becky stopped in mid-descent.
"Not yet," Audrey smiled as Becky looked back over her shoulder. "We have to dean you out thoroughly." And as she spoke, her index and middle fingers, soapy again, slid themselves up and down Becky's crotch, from ass to beaver, working the purifying suds into Becky's golden thatch of pubic hair.
It tickled just a little, and Becky found herself giggling audibly at the ministrations of Audrey's expert fingers. And, to her great surprise, she found a wet finger rubbing softly at her labia, spreading them apart, slipping itself into the tunnel of her cunt! Becky stiffened as the finger worked itself inside her, rubbing soap into her pussy walls in screwing circles, the knuckle of that finger tantalizingly brushing near, but not directly upon, her sensitive clitoris. The very nearness of the contact so casually ignored was what made Becky squirm now. She was embarrassed beyond measure to find that her cunt shaft was growing moist. She hoped Audrey wouldn't notice it, wouldn't get the wrong idea about her.
"There, now," Audrey said, rinsing off the last traces of soap. She had cleansed Becky internally and externally, and, in spite of the sheepishness the blonde felt about her involuntary pussy lubrication, she did have to admit that she felt one hundred percent better than she had when she left Jay's room at the Sands Motel. Once more she knew that she was clean and whole and she could look other people in the face again. Even Marjie, who had suddenly turned out to be so catty, so bitchy.
Audrey dried her hands and calves and feet and stood on the rug beside the tub. "I think you're all right," she said. "There shouldn't be any more danger of infections or anything. So," she added, starting into her bedroom, "you just dry off and come on out. Oh," as her eyes took in Becky's discarded clothing. "Don't you wear undies?"
"Most of the time," Becky smiled. "Panties, at least. But that rotten bastard tore mine up tonight. He was that anxious to get me into bed."
"Hmm," Audrey observed. "I don't think I have a bra your size. Mine would be like tents on you, but I have some panties you can borrow if you want. Just come on out when you're ready and we'll take a look."
When the other girl had gone, Becky opened the drain in the tub and lay squirming and squiggling in the water as it flowed out. When it was all gone, she stood up reluctantly, took a towel from the wall, and rubbed herself dry. She bent to pick up her clothes, wrapped the towel round herself, and stepped into the other room where Audrey sat on the bed, clad once more in her shimmering sheer nightie.
Becky came to her as Audrey patted the bed beside herself. "Sit down," she called, "and let's have a girl-to-girl talk, all about you and what you're going to do."
Her arm slipped round Becky's waist, as two fond sisters might sit together talking and clasping, and Becky felt her hip press against the other girl's.
"Thank you, Audrey," she said softly.
"You don't have to thank me," Audrey smiled. "After all, even if you're only a pledge now, still, you're going to be a Sig Alph, and Sig Alphs stick together. That is, you do want to be a Sig Alph, don't you?"
Becky looked with hopeful eyes at Audrey. "I thought I didn't," she sighed, "but now I think I want to, after all"
"Of course you want to," Audrey said. "Every girl here at State would like to be a Sig Alph, but not very many can. You're special, Becky. We knew that when you came to our Rush Tea, and we were delighted when you listed us as your first choice on the rush card you filled out. We wanted you then, and we want you now.
"I know," she went on, "how upset you were about what you had to endure tonight, but believe me-if I'd known what that boy had in mind for you, I'd have told Coach Dietrich and his football-feverish mind to go straight to bell, that none of our girls had time for crude beasts like the ones he wanted to impress. And tomorrow, I promise you, Becky, I'm going to call him and tell him all about this and inform him that next year he can look elsewhere for pretty girls to use as bait."
Becky suddenly grew alarmed. She remembered the way the coach had looked at the pledges when he was inspecting them today, the unbridled lust that had filled his eyes as he glommed over their trim young bodies. She didn't want him to know that she, Becky Ryan, the lovely blonde who had rated an extra look from his frankly appraising stare, had been forced to undergo such humiliation. It would be as bad as if he'd been there, sitting in a chair by the bed, shouting encouragement to Jay as he fucked her ass.
"No," she said, "don't tell him about me."
"I wouldn't tell him it was you," Audrey smiled. "Just that one of my girls had been mistreated."
"But he'd find out," Becky protested. If he didn't know already, she thought shudderingly. Maybe Jay had called the coach, maybe the coach had called Jay to see how things were going. What if he already knew?
Audrey's hand slipped upward, taking Becky by the shoulder, turning her round to face her own open, frank countenance. Her other hand rested lightly on Becky's knee, bare below the hem of the towel in which the blonde girl was wrapped.
"It's all right," she said. "If you don't want me to tell him, I won't. But, Becky, love, this isn't the worst thing that's ever happened to a girl. I know you feel badly, that it seems as if your body baa been sold and betrayed. But there are many worse things in life, even though I hope you never have to face any of them."
She put fingers to Becky's chin, propped the young freshman's face up, met Becky's blue-eyed stare with the pleasant return of her own brown orbs. There was a flash of something Becky could not interpret in Audrey's face, and then that lovely mouth was coming towards hers, and their lips met.
Audrey's mouth brushed against Becky's, lightly, casually, innocently, and her lips pulled free, but the older girl's head withdrew only a little way. The two girls were close enough that Becky could feel the tingling tickling of Audrey's breath on her lips, and their foreheads were almost touching.
"So you're sure you still want to be a Sigma Alpha, then?" Audrey teased, and Becky felt the vibrations of the other girl's mouth as it moved, transmitted across the negligible space between them.
Moved by a sensation she could not comprehend, let alone master, Becky made her reply in a most positive and definite manner. She moved her face forward, toward Audrey's, and clamped her hot wet open mouth against her friend's.
Audrey's lips parted as Becky's touched them, and their oral openings met and clung as though their rims were coated in glue. The girls fell onto their sides on the bed, mouths pressed tight, bands clutching at one another's bodies. The only thing that mattered to Becky at that instant was the wonderful beautiful feeling she got as she kissed Audrey, and even more lovely was the marvelous sensitive action she was getting in return.
They kissed a long, long minute, holding one another fight, their bare breasts separated only by Becky's wrap-around towel and the gossamer thinness of Audrey's nightdress. And as they continued their kiss, the first kiss of passion Becky had ever shared with another girl, the lovely blonde felt fingers undoing the knot she had made in the towel that was her only garb.
Becky pulled her lips from Audrey's, reluctantly, and slid to the edge of the bed. She finished the task of untying the terrycloth round her and let it fall free. When she cast her eyes back, Audrey was once more slipping her nightie over her head. This time the nipples that sprang into view were tense, erect with excitement, and Becky fancied she could see them quivering in expectation.
Right now, nude in front of another girl and on the verge of doing something-she knew that she and Audrey were about to do something!-something she had never ever considered or dreamed of taking part in, Becky felt more vulnerable than she had at any other moment of her life. Her nudity both upset and excited her. But at the same time she also felt more feminine, more absolute in her womanhood, than ever before. Her nipples too were stiff as little rubber points, and her breasts and pussy seethed with a fire she could not control.
Audrey lay back on the bed, her gown flung aside, her arms outstretched. Like the mice who answered the call of the Pied Piper, Becky gravitated implacably toward that beckoning figure.
She oozed into Audrey's grasp, felt the other girl's arms lock around her back, sliding up and down her spine, touching her shoulder blades, dipping low to cut the cheeks of her now recuperated ass. Audrey's touch was so gentle, so sweet, so wise and knowing! Their mouths locked together once more, and Becky enjoyed the probing exploration of Audrey's soft pink tongue. It seemed to thrust its way down her throat, tickling areas of her mouth that had never before been stimulated.
Becky closed her lips round Audrey's probing linguam, sucked on it, wet it with her flowing saliva, fastened her mouth against Audrey's, pressed her face as tight on the other's as she could. The girl's fingers were teasing lazily up and down her back, bringing into vibration muscles and nerves and emotions that awakened Becky's entire body into shuddering delight.
Down between Becky's creamy thighs, her cant seemed to be crying aloud for equal time. Audrey's stimulation had enlivened the rest of her body, so the blonde girl began to shove her pussy into her friend's crotch, her legs opening as far as she could manage, causing the labia to blink apart. A sudden tremor of bliss swept Becky as her exposed ditty touched into Audrey's dark beaver and the satin hairs brushed the throbbing nub of girl-flesh. The sheer joy of it made Becky hump herself against Audrey all the harder, and she felt once more the wet juices flowing inside her cunt. She moaned softly round Audrey's thrusting tongue.
Forcefully, with a struggle, Audrey sucked her tongue back into her own mouth, lay there with her mouth resting soft and warm against Becky's.
"Do you like this?" she teased, her fingers twining in the golden hair that fell down the other girl's back.
"Uh-huh," Becky agreed, her own hands beginning to play with Audrey's hair, trying to express some of the feelings that swept back and forth in her trembling young frame.
Audrey brushed her lips once more against Becky's, then started to slide her way down the young girl's front. Her lips touched fleetingly on Becky's jaw, chin, along the pale column of her neck, kissed with a suck the hollow of her throat. She moved further down, nibbling and nipping Becky's shoulder, sliding her tongue along the girl's collarbone, then slid even further, her mouth moistening the heaving rise of Becky's left breast
"Ooooh," Becky cooed as she felt those lips gliding on her young mound, fastening at last like a little leech on her stiff, anxious pink nipple. Her whole body vibrated and her tits jumped up and down as Audrey nursed like a hungry infant. Becky put her hands on Audrey's head, unwilling that such a skilled mouth should ever cease its lovely labors, but when the older girl broke free and slid her mouth across to give similar treatment to the eager right breast, the blonde freshman did not put up any resistance.
Now Audrey was kissing her way down Becky's tummy, her tongue flicking in and out of the girl's dimpled navel, sliding like a champion skier into the tight mass of blonde curls that forested the hill of Venus rising between Becky's thighs.
Audrey sucked the tender short hairs into her mouth, pulled at them just enough to make Becky want even more of this, and then her fingers were caressing the plump flesh of the blonde pussy, making it open itself for inspection.
The pink labia spread like well-oiled doors and the wet creamy gash lay open to Audrey's delighted eyes. She flipped it with her tongue, noting with appreciation the sensitivity of it as it lay unfolded in its pearly glory. Becky's eyes were closed as transports of joy overwhelmed her young body. But when Audrey's lips fastened themselves over the exposed treasure box, the young blonde's eyes popped open and her legs began to thrash and wiggle.
Becky thrust her crotch upward, to give Audrey as much access as she needed. The soft texture of the other girl's lips and tongue were fantastically arousing, and, even though plenty of guys bad sucked her pussy for her, none of them had ever been as good as this!
Only a girl really knew how to suck a pussy, she thought with delight as Audrey gave her evidence in the case. A guy could do it after a fashion, but it took a girl to know what was really erotic. Suddenly she knew that she could mouth Audrey every bit as well as Audrey was licking her.
"Please," she called softly, "let me do you too!" It could be done, just like a 69 with a guy, she thought. And so much more fun.
Audrey seemed to pay her no attention. She continued to lick and suck at Becky's vagina, her tongue flashing occasionally to ping against the raw nub of Becky's supple clit. Each of those touches made Becky's pussy run wetter, until she knew, however irrational it might seem, that she must soon exude a torrent of juice into Audrey's nuzzling mouth.
"Oh, please," she begged, but even as she spoke she felt Audrey's tongue begin the penetration of her cunt channel itself. Her inner labia parted and the probing tongue sped upward, darting between the sweet tight walls of the tunnel.
Not even a cock inserted boldly into her twat could have made Becky jump so delightedly as she did when Audrey's penetration was effected. Her legs were up, resting on the other girl's shoulders, toes curling as they touched the flesh of Audrey's back, and she tried to raise her ass all the higher that Audrey might make deeper and deeper entrance.
Becky's cunt was wet and juicy now, the girl-fluids coating Audrey's thrusting tongue. The other girl's chin was wedged tight in Becky's crotch as she poked her tongue deeply as it could go, and Becky's legs were holding snug. As Becky felt the tongue making contact with the most sensitive portions of her sweet young cunt, she was humping her bottom up and down, precisely as she would were a guy fucking her. But guys fucking her could never compete with what she was feeling right now. This was heaven! To be loved by another girl, a beautiful girl who knew how to make another beautiful girl squeal with delight-that's what life was really all about! Guys could never compare!
And then Becky's cunt burst into flames of joy and sheer, unbridled passion as Audrey's head nuzzled tightly into it, the girl's nose brushing the blonde freshman's pulsing, throbbing love-button. Becky jerked her ass up, pressing her wet pussy hard against Audrey's face, wishing to bury the older girl's entire head in her delicious slice. She wanted this moment to go on forever, wanted nothing more from the rest of her life than to know ecstasy from the touch of female lips to her tremendously reactive pussy. She was steaming hot and streaming wet and her legs were kicking up and down, bumping hard against Audrey's back as the older girl ate cunt for all she was worth. And that all was considerable.
Audrey broke away when she knew that she would strangle from want of air if she remained at her post another second. Her head strained in the grip of Becky's thighs to raise itself upward, and she smiled with satisfaction as she saw Becky's tits bobbling up and down, nips hard and aiming straight for the ceiling, the blonde's eyes shut, her hair flying as her head shook from side to side.
Becky became aware slowly of a hand on her straining tit, and she opened her eyes, focusing them gradually to take in Audrey's smiling face next to hers. "Oh, wow," she managed to gasp, her hips still jerking, her thighs wet from Audrey's sucking and her own flow of girl-come. "Oh, wow," she repeated, sorry that she could think of nothing else to express the inutterable delights she was even now experiencing.
"Yeah," Audrey grinned, her hand beginning to cup and caress Becky's small round tit. She rolled over onto her back and spread her thighs a little.
"Your turn, Becky," was all she said, and with a squeak of glee the blonde girl was on her, kissing and feeling and sucking and going ninety miles an hour en route to the beckoning beacon of Audrey's lovely cunt.