Rebecca Butler: Freshman nymph

Marjorie lay down softly on her bed and reached a hand for the boy. Her fingers settled round the shaft of his peter and she pulled him to her with that delicious handhold. He slid down beside her, and they lay for a moment kissing and cuddling, her fist locked round his prick, sliding up and down its length with practiced skill.

"Take it easy," he warned her, "and save some of that."

Becky was absolutely stunned by what she was watching so surreptitiously. She was breathing evenly in an attempt to feign sleep, but her heart was thumping excitedly. Not four feet away from her lay Marjie and a strange boy, naked and lustful and obviously ready to engage in the same sort of activity Ted had practiced upon her just yesterday. But this wasn't the same at all. Marjorie was making no resistance whatsoever-indeed, she seemed to be quite aggressive, unlike the resigned martyr stance Becky had adopted while Ted fucked her so cruelly.

And then, even more incredibly to Becky's peering eyes, Marjie raised herself above the boy's prone body, turning round as she did so, and pressed her crotch squarely into his face! And, aiming her own head down his body, laid clever hands upon his stiff cock and bent her face low to suck that proud organ between her lips! Becky nearly jumped out of bed in shocked surprise. Never in her young life had she heard of such an awful thing. And not only was Marjorie sucking and kissing her guy's thing, she was letting him tongue-touch her own girl parts. And if the excited, agitated humping of their hips was any indication, both of them were enjoying it no end. Why, any Fayetteville girl abandoned enough to do such a thing would be ridden out of town on a rail?

Marjorie's head bobbed up and down as she fed the length of the formidable cock in and out of her mouth. Sucking noises were coming from her, slurps and slobbers and gulps and smacks, louder and louder as she ate away. It seemed as if she'd forgotten completely that her roomie was supposed to be asleep on the next bed. And as she ate him, so he ate her. Was he hurting her, applying his mouth to her girl things like that? Becky wondered. She couldn't tell, but the dynamic humping of her roommate's hips above the boy's head must mean something.

And then Marjie was groaning softly, pressing her bottom against his face all the tighter, making strange noises round the penis shaft gliding in and out of her mouth.

"I'm not far from blowing," the boy muttered, his words muffled by the muff in his mouth. Marjorie was still making soft contented sounds and it seemed as if she didn't hear him. He put both hands on her ass, lifted it off his face, and slid around, pulling his cock from her lips. She made no resistance as he reversed himself on the bed, lying flat on his back. She let herself be pulled atop him then, and his hands moved quickly between them. Marjie hoisted herself above his pointing cock, and as he steadied it, she lowered herself, imbedding it in her fluid cunt.

He's raping her, Becky thought. Just like Ted did me. Or rather, almost like Ted did me. Obviously he was doing the same thing-sticking his thing in her girl hole-but it wasn't quite the same. Ted had put her on her back and crawled atop her. This was the other way round. So maybe Marjie was raping the guy? Questions flowed through Becky's mind and she wished she had someone who could answer them, but questions departed her abruptly as she watched in fascination the way Marjie swiveled her hips up and down upon that piercing cock, taking it in, sliding herself up and down on it. His hands were round her waist, and her fingers rested upon his chest. Becky could hear the swishing of his prick as it reamed her friend's channel and she could hear the rustling of their pubic hair brushing together each time Marjie sank herself down upon his stiff prick.

Marjie was moaning and cooing, "Oh, oh, oh," as the cock slicked in and out, and her guy's teeth were gritted in determination-determination to fuck her to death before be blew his wad, determination to fight off the overwhelming sensation that threatened to make him drop his load now.

His cock slicked in and out like a sickle through high weeds. Becky knew that she could hear it sliding up and down the tender flesh of Marjie's cunt channel, knew she could hear it vibrating as it grew larger and larger with the load of come building up inside it.

Neither of the loving pair, it would seem, was now concerned about waking Becky. Marjie's groans were louder and louder, her rasping breath as obvious as a creaking door, and he was panting heavily as he slammed inside her joybox. And then with a mingled wheezy gasp and stifled yell he stuck her hard, jerking his ass off the bed as he drove her with every inch he could summon, pressing his cock into her tightly, heavily, dumping gallons of his hot come inside her sucking cuntal sheath.

The successful lovers collapsed together and lay huddled on the bed, Manic still atop, still impaled on his softening penis, her full tits lying heavily on his chest. Their eyes were closed, and Becky wondered fright-filled if they were dead. When they failed to move for a long time she knew they must be. And then her desperate eyes were slowly aware of the steady rise and fail of Marjie's back, and she knew it was sleep that had put an end to the labors of love. Regretful that it was all over so soon, bewildered that she should feel such regret, Becky closed her own eyes and saw flashing across her shut lids the scene she had just witnessed in the flesh.

Again and again Marjie and the guy undressed, lay on the bed, sucked each other, then fitted their bodies together to fuck. As soon as the figures in her vision had ended their bout of sex, they began it again. Becky tossed and thrashed, upset and excited, and when sleep fell upon her stealthily it carried her into a dreamland where the same scene recurred constantly, all through the long night she lay slumbering.

When Becky awoke the next morning-very late, she was informed by her cute little Snoopy clock-the bed next to her was empty once more. Only the presence of a gutted candle in Marjie's candle lantern proved to her that she had not dreamed the events of last night. She could recall plain as life itself the strange unearthly shadows thrown by the flickering taper upon the humping bodies so close to her and yet so obviously in a world of their own from which lonely Becky was definitely excluded.

It was Monday morning, and she had slept till ten! Her rest had not been peaceful, for her dreams were strange and troubling. Nothing in them was totally new to her, of course, but the context in which she had fantasized during her sleep had been one of dark implication. Instinctively as she lay on her bed struggling to keep her eyes open in the clear morning light, endeavoring to come to wakefulness, her hand slid across one young breast, lightly covered by the synthetic fabric of her sleepshirt. She recoiled at her touch, remembering with panic the rough grasping of Ted's hands upon her once virgin tits, and the shock snapped her fully awake.

This was registration day for the freshmen, and she was pretty sure it would be a long and complicated process. She would have to pay her fees, get enrolled in her classes, make final settlement on her dorm rent, buy textbooks, and she knew not what else. Bureaucracy reigned at the large campus and every activity carried its weight of paper work with it.

Yawning, Becky climbed out of bed. She opened a drawer in her dresser and fetched out a towel, washcloth and shower cap, so that she might take her morning bath. She didn't like the idea of communal bathrooms for each floor, having bitter memories of her high school gym class, when she was forced to bathe alongside the stacked, cute girls all the guys liked much better than her; but there was no way to help it, Becky decided. Her feet slipped into fuzzy indoor shoes and she paddled down the hail toward the bathroom. At least, she thought, she had overslept long enough so that everyone else was almost certainly finished by now. She wouldn't have to have anyone laughing at her body.