Rebecca Butler: Freshman nymph

"Of course I do," Audrey smiled, touching Becky's daintily exposed front once more. "I like you very much. In fact, you're my sister in Sigma Alpha now. But you owe this to all your other sisters."

"Please!" Becky's fingers flew to the front of Audrey's gown, unbuttoned it. Her hands thrust aside the parted flaps, her mouth fastened upon a brown-tipped boob. She sucked, licked, raised her head. "Audrey," she begged, "I'll suck your tits all night long, suck them till my mouth falls off! I'll eat your cunt until you can't stand it any more, and I'll ream your ass with my tongue until you come higher than a moon rocket. But please don't make me fuck those guys!"

"Stop it, Becky!" Audrey commanded, pulling herself from the desperate girl's grip. She arose, refastened her gown, tucking her breasts back out of sight. Her eyes fixed upon the stricken form of Becky, still lying on the bed. "Get undressed," she commanded. "I'm bringing the men up."

Alone in the room, Becky's tears began to flow at last. They dripped down her cheeks, wetted the gown she wore as her gingerly moving hands applied themselves to undoing its buttons. She threw it aside, throwing with it all her dreams of true and constant love, and then tossed her bra and panties and stockings atop its discarded meaningful crumple on the floor. Nude and trembling, she lay on the bed, her legs quivering like willows in a windstorm.

The door opened, and Audrey conducted into the room the president of Zeta Rho. His eyes had that same gleam as he surveyed Becky's nude form, and now she knew why the guys bad stared at her with such avidity throughout the evening. She understood the sly grins from the active sisters. Oh, God, she understood everything!

He stripped quickly, approached her with jutting, erect prick, and climbed upon the bed beside her. His hands touched her thighs and they spread obediently, but with no control from Becky's muscular center. He fondled her pussy, ran his fingers through the velvet hair of her mons, then poised atop her, prick aimed at her terrified opening.

Jesus! He entered her like a dagger attack. Becky's cunt had not been explored by a penis in such a long time that she was tight, tighter than a virgin at her defloration, and his penetration was agonizing. She screamed softly, bucked her tummy down, squirmed her ass into the bed's surface, trying vainly to escape the stabbing thrust of his cock. It hurt so much. Her eyes fluttered and she stared wildly round the room, gaze lighting upon the calm impassive figure of Audrey, leaning against the closed door. Becky's glance begged but her prayer went unanswered. The boy riding her jerked and shoved and pushed and fucked and his cock slid in and out of her hole until she felt that the friction in her dry passage must set her entire body aflame, and then he stiffened perceptibly and thrust against her and she felt his come squirting madly in her belly.

He softened as soon as he had blown his nuts, and his peter slithered from her, and he stepped off the bed. Dressing in silence, he made his way out of the door at last, and Audrey went out with him, returning a moment later with the second in line.

The vice president of Zeta Rho was just taking off his shorts to reveal a cock of about ordinary size, even though its bulk seemed enormous to Becky's dreading eyes. He touched the circumcised head appreciatively, and started toward her.

"Oh," Becky said suddenly.

Audrey's eyebrows lifted.

"Oh," Becky repeated, "this is so embarrassing." She looked up at the boy and asked in a voice that was near a whisper, "can you wait just a minute? I have to go to the bathroom."

Audrey shook her head. "You're only drawing it out, Becky," she warned.

"I can't help it!" Becky hissed. "I have to go!"

Audrey came over to the bed. "Go ahead," she told the girl. "Right through the door."

"I know where it is," Becky said as she climbed off the bed, the come of her first partner starting to drip down her thighs as it oozed from her disgraced cunt. It felt so slimy she wanted to die!

She closed the door behind her as she stood nude on the bathroom rug. For good measure she drew the bolt. As soon as the sound of her action began Audrey tapped lightly on the door. "You can't stay in there forever, Becky," she said. "We'll break down the door if we have to."

"Can't I have any privacy?" Becky replied, her voice cracking under the strain. She sat down upon the commode, drained her bladder, and flushed. She made her way to the sink, studied her face in the mirror, horror-struck by the sudden fear and distortion that reflected back at her. She washed her hands, twice. And then her eyes fell upon the window.

Could it be? Dared she ever hope? She pressed her nose against the glass. The tree in the front yard of the Sigma Alpha house was a tall, venerable veteran. Its trunk rose along the forepart of the building, and-dear God! If she could manage a leap from the window-a leap of no more than four or five feet-she could reach the tree, could make her way down its sturdy body to the ground-she could escape!

"Becky!" came a sharp voice from outside, and the door rattled.

"Please, Audrey!" Becky retorted, her fingers touching the window latch. She gritted her teeth, then threw it open. A blast of chilly December night air blew into her face and she shivered. She couldn't go out there nude. Desperately she looked around the bathroom for anything she could use to cover herself. There was a large towel hanging on the rack, and she seized it with the hope of the suddenly-reprieved.

Becky stood on the bathtub, put a foot on the bowl of the sink, and hoisted herself to the small window. It was going to be a tight squeeze, but thank God she was slimly built. Marjie could never have gotten her overly voluptuous frame out such a narrow opening.

Towel in hand, Becky perched on the window, her skin going goose pimpled in the cold breeze. She brought her legs up, squatted in the window frame, and thought of what might happen to her. If she missed in her leap, she might fall to the ground, two stories below, and possibly break her neck. If she went back now, back into the bedroom with the suddenly treacherous Audrey, there were still three guys left for her to fuck. On the other band, if she could jump to the tree, she would be safe. She could wrap herself in the towel, run like a scared deer to the haven of Bentley Hall, and be in danger of no more than catching a mild chill. Oh, Jesus, she prayed, let me make it! She pressed her lips together tightly and bounded forward.

The limb upon which she cast herself was strong. It bowed and bent as she clung to it, but it held her. She slithered along it, hugged gratefully the body of the tree, and began to descend it to the ground. Light bathed her suddenly, and she looked over her shoulder to see that she was in full view of the picture window in the dining room. Several of the actives were sitting in chairs, drinks in hand, talking cheerfully, and their eyes fell upon her nude form, towel clenched in one hand. She saw them jump to their feet in surprise, saw one run out of the room.

Becky was only four or five feet from the ground. She jumped, heels drawn up to help break her fall, and landed hard. She sucked back a gasp, stood up, wrapped the pitifully thin towel around her frame, and broke into a shuddering, panting run.

"Come back, Becky!" came a voice behind her, and she stopped with a grunt to look back at the sorority house, looming in the dankness like one of those sinister castles in the Gothic novels so popular among the dorm girls. Audrey was standing on the porch of the Sig Alph house, the Zeta Rho boys at her side.

"Fuck you!" Becky shrieked. "Fuck you! Fuck you!" Her words shrilled in the still night like a sudden police siren and she was startled at their fierceness. The boys were starting off the porch after her and she gave a desperate heave of breast and set out for safety.