Becky Freeman couldn’t believe her luck. Here she was, an eighteen-year-old girl visiting a sorority house at the college she planned on attending in the fall, stuck sitting bored on a couch instead of exploring campus or checking out any of the weekend parties. As part of the school’s orientation program she was paired up with one of the current students as a chaperone of sorts.
In this case it was a girl named Dorothy, who unfortunately for Becky was in one of the back rooms of the sorority house getting stoned off her ass.
The skinny brunette high school senior was not a party girl by nature. She’d never done drugs, never smoked, nor had tried alcohol. While she was strictly opposed to drugs and smoking, she’d consider drinking alcohol if it happened to come up during the weekend–anything that might help her fit in when she arrived on campus for real in the fall.
Once more Becky looked around the common room bored out of her mind when her heart skipped a beat. The most gorgeous guy she had ever seen in her life just stepped into the house. Becky couldn’t take her eyes off of him once she locked on, and even though she never figuratively drooled over a guy before, here was one she could literally do so with.
Antonio Azim entered the sorority house still undecided about what he would do for tonight. Did he want to revisit a previous conquest of his or was he in the mood for something new? It took but a moment before he found a cute, but not amazingly hot girl who was staring pretty intently at him. He smiled at her. To the unknowing observer it seemed like a warm friendly smile. Those who knew him however could tell instantly that it was something much more sinister. He had found his new target. He locked eyes with her while maintaining that smile and headed in her direction.
Becky was unsure if she was just dreaming or if what she was seeing was real. The adonis she just saw walking into the house not only smiled at her, but looked her in the eye. If the world were to end right now, she felt she would be really happy. But wait, he was walking her way. She couldn’t help but notice the jet black hair, the broad shoulders, the perfect teeth and smile and that buff but not too bulky frame. She hoped that it was really her that he was headed toward, but she dare not look to see if anyone else could be the center of his attention.
As he got closer, he surveyed the girl–cute face, chipmunk cheeks, and really slender. No tits to speak of, probably no ass either but that was only a plus for him–more meaningful to completely fill up the tiny ones like that. When he finally spoke he chose his opener carefully. “Hey hot stuff,” he said to her rather cooly. The way she lit up told him that he already had this girl practically wrapped around his cock.
She nearly had a heart attack when he called her hot stuff. No one had ever really said that about her before, and definitely not a guy so worthy of drooling over. In her mesmerized state she could only really say, “Hi,” back to him. When he asked her if she was one of the high school kids on campus for orientation, all she could do was nod feebly.
“Dorothy must be your chaperone,” he told her. “That’s too bad, you’re probably going to be here for a while unless . . . ” He knew Dorothy, bigger girl, big pot head, but he knew he could turn the situation to his advantage quite easily. He’d have to remember to call her about losing her charge later.
“Unless?” Becky asked, still enchanted, her eyes never once leaving his face.
“Well, I could be your chaperone, take you around campus, let you see sites other than the couch.”
Becky’s eyes went as wide as they ever had–this perfect specimen of a guy was practically asking her out, even if it really wasn’t that way. She hoped to play it cool, but her mouth was running off without her brain. “Couldyoureally? That’dbesogreat” she blurted out, words crashing into each other.
That charming yet sinister smile of his returned and he knew this girl was going to seem easy, but he had to play it right to get what he really wanted. “Name’s Antonio, but everyone calls me Trip,” he told her as he held out his hand to help her up.
Becky held out her hand to be grabbed by his. When their skin touched she swore that she could feel sparks fly between her and Trip. In response to hearing Trip’s name, she said, “I’m yours,” before quickly correcting herself and saying, “Becky, I’m Becky.” Once she was up, he gestured toward the exit with one hand and moved his other arm around her. She was swooning as he led her out.
Even though Trip had other intentions for this tiny eighteen-year-old, he was still a man of his word. One arm around her the whole way he took her around campus, showing her the sights on a Friday night, telling her about some of the history of the school and famous things that had happened. The entire time Trip was quite sure that she hadn’t heard a word of it. At the end of her tour was his own frat house of course.
Becky thought the scene she walked into at the frat house was more like what she expected–an actual party was happening here complete with loud music, beer pong, and of course beer. She couldn’t have been in the house for more than a minute when Trip gave her a large plastic cup full of what she guessed was beer. Even though she was hesitant, Trip’s smile once more disarmed her and she took her first sip of beer.
Trip couldn’t help but grin, knowing the large beer he just handed her was laced with a little mixture that he got from his uncle Tony. At first it would make her a bit more aloof and susceptible to suggestion, then after a while it would just make her sleep really well. Now Trip wasn’t the kind of guy who’d fuck a girl while she was asleep or passed out, but he still needed her asleep to get things prepared.
For Becky the beer was rather bitter, but it was her first taste of alcohol. She had to admit to herself that she didn’t actually like it, but she still didn’t want to look like she was weak in front of Trip so she did what made the most sense to her–she chugged it down so she could just be done with it.
Trip wanted to laugh about her quick imbibing of the laced beer on an empty stomach, but he knew he just had to wait a little bit. In the mean time, he’d show her around the party, dance with her some, and introduce her to new people.
Becky found that being at a party with Trip was unlike anything she had experienced before. More guys than she could ever remember were checking her out, and even most of the girls seemed to be in awe that she was getting all of Trip’s attention at the party. Some even seemed so upset at it that when they looked over at Trip they quickly turned their head away and tried to find something else to look at.
Being able to read people at parties was always a fun experience for Trip. All the guys were checking out the girl he’d nabbed tonight knowing just what she’d be in for later. Many of the girls at the party looking lustily at him and jealously at his current target. But the girls who quickly looked away made Trip smile the most–they were the ones who used to lust after him but had already been conquered.
Trip and Becky talked, danced, and generally checked out the party for about forty-five minutes before Trip asked her if she wanted to check out his room upstairs. She nodded very enthusiastically yes, not aware that anything was different, just enjoying herself. As they walked to the staircase, they were stopped by a rather big guy who got a squeak of surprise out of the high school senior.
“Come on Trip, you know the rules. If it’s a girl’s first time upstairs, she’s gotta face the initiation first.” Trip of course knew this. It was actually his idea in the first place.
“That’s right, sorry Becky,” Trip told her. “Are you willing to go through the initiation? Some girls find it really embarrassing and won’t go through with it. It’s okay if you don’t want to.”
Becky was getting a bit disappointed, she was really looking forward to going upstairs with Trip now, but she figured she could probably make it through the initiation. “What is it?”
The big guy answered her, “Look up there.” And there was a board with pictures of what were pretty clearly girls’ asses in panties getting spanked. “Twenty smacks to your ass in your underwear by the guy who’s taking you up.”
She was clearly hesitant for a moment, but her desire to go up overcame her–that and the fact that it was Trip who’d be spanking her. If that’s what it took to go to his room, who was she to protest. Granted, if she was completely sober, she would have protested, but her brain didn’t remember that at the moment. “I’ll do it,” Becky told them.
Before she could say anything more in response she was already finding herself bent over Trip’s lap on the couch. He was more than practiced enough that he undid the button to her khaki’s while pulling her down. One of the girl’s at the party who had been through it before with someone else helped pull Becky’s sandals off and tugged her pants down her legs. Whereas most girls still had their pants on while being spanked, Trip indicated with a look that he wanted her pants completely off. Once they were on the floor, he started to smack her ass.
Becky cried out, she was a bit surprised at how hard that Trip was smacking her ass. It wasn’t until about halfway through that her mind made the connection that he couldn’t go easy on her since she was being watched getting her initiation at the moment. However, it didn’t stop her from crying out with each sting to her tiny ass.
Trip knew he chose the right girl for the evening with each smack of his hand on the extra small purple panties that clad Becky’s ass tightly. Just like she looked, this girl was small with no real ass to speak of. It did actually sting his hand but it was worth it, especially for all the pictures and video being recorded by the cell phones of the onlookers.
‘My ass is on fire’ Becky thought to herself as Trip alternated between cheeks. But soon enough it was all over and she was let up. Both hands instinctively reached back to rub her ass, not really thinking about all the people watching her right now. Her brain, in its not-so-sober state didn’t register the fact that she still didn’t have pants on as Trip led her upstairs.
Trip took her up the stairs, leaving her pants and shoes behind on the floor by the bouncer, knowing she could get them in the morning. He led her up the stairs and finally to his room. He grabbed his key, opened the door and took her in. He pointed Becky to the sign on the opposite wall of his neat looking room as he reached down and unbuttoned and took his shirt off, revealing his hard abs and strong chest to her.
Once more she was ready to absolutely swoon. He took of his shirt for what she thought was no reason and was ready to go back to the drooling stage. Her mind still hadn’t registered that something was amiss, but when he pointed at the sign again she finally read it. “You are now entering a topless zone,” she repeated the words out loud. That explained why he was topless. This time her brain fought to protest, but looking at him still pointing at the sign, she knew to stay she’d have to pay the bounty again and she set the purse that had remained all this time on her left arm down on the bed and reached down and started pulling up the T-shirt that she had on.
While this was not his favorite part of the pre-event, it was definitely one of them. With or without the drug, most girls still followed what the sign said. He watched as she pulled her T-shirt up revealing a matching purple bra encasing nearly nonexistent tits. Soon the bra followed it, revealing those small barely a-cup tits that he expected, but at least they were topped off with nicely defined pink nipples.
The pre-frosh girl still didn’t realize that she was in some nearly complete strangers room in just her panties. As much as her mind may have been expecting it even in its befuddled state, Trip was a complete gentleman, just talking with her, learning more about her, why she wanted to go to school there. Soon phase two of the booze and drug mixture started to take its effect and she started falling asleep to the small talk they were sharing between them.
When Trip was sure that Becky was completely out, he went to his desk and put his cell phone on top and reached in one of the drawers and pulled out a second cell phone. He turned on the screen on the second phone and started looking through the directory. Two things were rather obvious about this phone. The first was that every contact on the phone was a girl. The second and much more obvious one is that every contact picture as he scrolled through was an up-close picture of a girl’s asshole, with just enough to see fingers that may have been spreading the cheeks for the pictures.
Naturally these were pictures of the asshole’s of the girls whose name was attached to the picture. It was one of his amusing pleasures, a unique way to demean the girls even further than he normally had. Finally he found Dorothy’s name like he was looking for and hit the call button.
“Hello,” came Dorothy’s voice rather slowly.
“Hi Dorothy, this is Trip,” he said confidently into the phone.
In the background he could hear clatter as she apparently fell from wherever she was sitting or laying as she answered the phone. With a hurried but clearly nervous voice she responded, “Oh hi Trip.”
He got straight to business now that he knew he was in control of the conversation. “So, I hear you’re chaperoning again this weekend. How is your little charge?”
“Um, fine I guess,” came the slow reply of Dorothy.
“Yeah, she’s sleeping pretty calmly right now. She’s got a real tight body, thanks for leaving her there for me, I’m bound to enjoy it.”
More clatter as she was apparently getting up to look for Becky. She didn’t speak for a few minutes while he could hear her panic as she searched. With her voice sounding flustered she finally responded, “You didn’t?”
“Oh I did. I’m watching her sleep right now,” Trip told her, the maliciousness in his voice more than apparent.
“Fuck me,” he heard Dorothy respond over the phone.
“Great idea hon. Tomorrow night, you’ll be here six o’clock, naked, face buried in a pillow and your ass ready for my cock.”
Another pause before in a very submissive sounding way Dorothy responded, “I’ll be there Trip.”
Without another word Trip pulled the phone away from his ear and hit end. Trip knew that Dorothy would be dreading her visit tomorrow. He had a reputation on campus, though it wasn’t always talked about. Trip was the ultimate chauvinist, something inherited from his family. The men in his family were of the belief that every girl needed to know what it felt like to be taken in the ass at least once.
As strange as the belief would be, it was definitely not a secret within his own family–it was talked about rather regularly. Trip heard reference to his mother, his aunts, his cousins all being fucked in the ass. In fact Trip was even there when his older sister brought her first boyfriend home and his dad told the guy to make sure he enjoyed her ass–right in front of her.
Trip took the family’s belief even further. Since reaching college, he came up with a new philosophy of his own–that if a girl wanted her pussy fucked, she needed to earn it. And since arriving at college, his cock had not entered a single girl’s pussy. He’s made them service him with their mouths occasionally, but all of them knew the feeling of having his cock in their ass. Most of them only once, since he kept to letting as many girls as possible experience it. Dorothy would be a rare exception to the rule. The fat girls always found it more humiliating than most. The popular girls did too, but it was something special with the fat girls.
With his phone call to Dorothy done, Trip got up and went over to Becky, checking her purse for her phone since he’d need her number for later. Once that was taken care of, he reached out to Becky’s panties, to start the work prepping her.
Becky woke up slowly, stretching her naked body out on the bed. When she finally opened her eyes, she looked around realizing she was in a strange room. She looked down at her body, realizing she was naked in this strange place when she received a shock from the fact that her pubic hair was gone. She certainly didn’t remember what led to that. She looked around and then remembered some as she saw the gorgeous guy she was with the night before.
“A good morning sleepyhead,” Trip told her, that smile once more on his face. “I can tell by the look on your face that you’re having a hard time remembering what happened last night. No, we didn’t have sex, but you did put on quite a show.” Trip’s hand pointed at the computer monitor on his desk, which was scrolling through a slide show of pictures.
Becky looked on in horror at the computer monitor seeing pictures that were all clearly her. Some were positioned as she was apparently shaving her own pussy, another of her being spanked, several of her red ass after the spanking, and even some of her sucking on dildos. As more and more photos appeared on the monitor she simply couldn’t look at them any longer and turned to look at Trip. “What are you going to do with those?”
Trip smiled and held up Becky’s cell. “I thought they’d make a great collage for your parents to see your first college weekend. Perhaps your grandparents would like a copy too?”
With the threat Becky’s face showed Trip that he had the girl right where he wanted her. She shook her head, the fear evident in her eyes. “Please no, you can’t do that. There must be something.” Becky was no idiot, she knew sex would have to be involved, but it was better than those pictures going out to her family.
“Oh there is,” Trip told her. “Off the bed. Bend over the end of it, reach back and spread your ass for me.”
The high school senior just stared at him silently for a whole minute. She was just hoping that he’d say he was just kidding, that it was a late April Fools joke. “What are you going to do?”
“Well, considering that I barely met you last night and you’re already naked on my bed, you don’t seem like the girl who deserves to be treated like the sweet and innocent type. The girls who show that they deserved to be treated well get fucked in their cunt. You,” he got ready to finish with that grin on his face, “are getting fucked in the ass.”
Her face cringed, she couldn’t believe what was happening, the choice she was being faced with–letting her indiscretions be seen by her family, or take it in the ass for the first time. When she opened her eyes to look at him again, nothing had changed, he still looked relaxed, confident, and in control completely. Even as she was going over the decision in her mind, her body was acting like it already knew what the decision was as she crawled off the bed and moved to the end of it and laid down, her face in a pillow and her ass sticking up. Deciding she had no other choice given what she got herself into, she reached back and separated her ass cheeks.
Trip knew he could just wait, that she’d work it out, and to no surprise of his he just watched as she assumed the position. Grabbing his cell phone, he looked for where he inputted Becky’s name–it was time for the contact picture. When he moved behind her to take the picture, he stopped for a moment a little surprised by how tiny and perfect the puckered little hole looked on this girl. It took him longer than normal but he snapped the picture and added it to her contact.
A groan escaped from Becky’s lips as she heard the sound of the cell-phone picture, just another humiliation to add to the day for her. Besides the fact that she expected what was about to happen would hurt unlike anything she’d experienced, she had to admit to herself she was a bit disappointed–Becky was no virgin after all, and she had honestly expected to save her final cherry for the man she was going to marry, but to lose it after being completely stupid around a guy she thought was hot was the most humiliating aspect of the scene for her so far.
The picture taken and added, there was but one thing for Trip to do now, get to business. He undid his jeans and shed them and his boxers in one move. His more-than-decently-sized cock was already at attention and ready. In a moment of mercy he decided not to completely torture the girl by making her look at the rod that was about to enter her tiny ass. Instead he just grabbed a bottle of lube and made sure to get his cock more than ready–her hole looked tinier than any he could remember and it wasn’t like he wanted to completely destroy the girl. Once he was sure he was lubed up he dripped a copious amount of the cold liquid onto Becky’s exposed asshole and used a finger to start working it around and getting her ready. Once he was satisfied he placed his cockhead at the tight virgin hole of his latest conquest and once more paused, his cock looked like a monster compared to what it was about to enter. That pause wasn’t enough to cause him to hesitate, just more something to notice. His mind back on the prize, he grabbed Becky’s hips and pushed forward until the head of his cock disappeared and he could see the ring of her ass stretched firmly around his shaft.
Becky wanted to scream as she felt her hole being forced open, so she screamed right into the pillow. She’d heard about anal sex, she’d read about it, she’d even seen some erotic stories on it. The girl always laughed when she read about girls in stories complaining that it felt like a giant log was being shoved up their backside, that it was splitting them in half, thinking of it as poetic license on the part of the writer. Now Becky knew differently, she felt like her ass had been pried open to let a truck through. Her screaming and crying into the pillow lasted a minute as her mind and body adjusted to the new feeling–after all she didn’t relax, she didn’t know to relax. But considering that he hadn’t pushed any further inside, she was finally starting to acclimate a little.
Trip was good at reading women, especially their bodies when they were getting his cock up their ass. It was a little mean to not tell her to relax, to not help her through this but he wouldn’t change that for the world–he couldn’t believe how tight this eighteen-year-old’s ass was around his cock, and he only had the head in. “You can let go of your ass now,” he told her as he started to push forward to work on completely filling her.
Her hands quickly surged forward to grab the pillow and squeeze it tight as his cock started to invade further into her most private spot. She wasn’t screaming into the pillow anymore but she was breathing hard and fast to try and dull the pain as she felt the large cock slide further and further into her. She hadn’t seen it before he started so she wasn’t quite sure how much there was to go, though as she felt each push that buried it a bit deeper inside she was starting to think that it would never be all the way in, too much had entered already. She was a bit surprised when she felt something soft brush against her pussy and the movement stopped. Not being accustomed to it, she hadn’t realized that it was his balls, that he’d gone as far as he could into her.
Heaven. Her ass felt like absolute heaven to his cock and Trip couldn’t help but be surprised as he had her almost all the way filled up. Oh, he knew he could get that last little half-inch into her, but for now he was happy to just savor having his cock so far into the tiny teen’s ass. He waited there a good long minute just feeling how her ass gripped and wrapped itself around his cock, twitching on occasion and giving him a gentle squeeze. He knew he had something special here, and there was only one way to make it better. Even though he normally wouldn’t, he pulled out of the girl rather quickly, admiring the temporary gape of her ass before it started to close again and went to grab something.
If Becky thought having a large cock completely fill her ass was a new experience, she was in for quite the shock as the cock quickly exited her ass–it was familiar but not at the same time. The most surprising aspect of the whole thing to her was that she now felt a bit empty without having her ass filled, not something she expected after the amount of pain it had caused going in. She dared not look up from her pillow while he was out of her ass, she instead chose to just lay there, enjoying the fact that she was getting this temporary reprieve because she knew it wouldn’t last forever. When what seemed like minutes had passed, she started to get a bit worried until she felt something cold and wet, yet hard and plastic touch her pussy lips and push into her. Whatever he was filling her pussy with was long yet slender, a relief for her. Once it was firmly nestled into place she felt him twist it a little and felt the swell throughout her entire body as the vibrator started to work inside her. She had to admit that her pussy had been wanting something and the vibrator felt good, distracting her until that pain started again as his cock re-entered her ass and pressed forward.
Normally Trip didn’t take his cock completely out of a girl’s ass once he was inside, he knew that the initial penetration was the worst part of the experience, and preferred the girls would accept their fate instead of hating the whole experience. Now that he was back in and could feel the vibrator in her pussy as his cock was in her ass it was perfect–not only was she just a bit tighter with how everything was crammed in such a small space, but if she came first his cock was really going to love it.
Becky was glad that Trip took less time getting all the way back up into her ass this time, it didn’t feel as excruciating as the first thrust in had been to her. With him just sitting there holding it inside of her, it wasn’t too bad for her, and the vibrator was definitely nothing she could complain about. She was hesitant as she felt the pullout start again but a little more relieved when he started to push in slowly again. He was actually starting to fuck her ass and it wasn’t as bad as she thought it would be.
Trip watched as his newest conquest started to relax, by his six thrust inside her ass she was starting to let go of the pillow. By the fifteenth she managed to turn her head to the side and didn’t look to be suffering anymore. Even with her relaxed this was still one of the best buttfucks he could recall. The only thing left to do was to ratchet it up and bring it to its rightful conclusion. Once more asserting his hands on her hips, he increased speed and started to hammer Becky’s no longer virginal ass.
The rough pounding didn’t elicit screams from Becky, but a lot of grunts and some cries of “oww” as he got going faster and faster. This was not something she was unfamiliar with when it came to her pussy, but having it happen in her ass was a whole different story. Her body was conflicted by the fucking she was getting–the pain in her ass primarily centered on her hole, and the pleasure that were running themselves through her pussy. She put her face on his pillow once more and just cringed, taking every inch of thrusting cock in and out of her ass, knowing it couldn’t last forever.
Becky’s ass was having the effect on Trip that he desired, though it was happening just way too soon for his liking. He frowned knowing he’d have to cut this shorter than usual but thought he could at least make this go out with some fireworks. He slowed down his thrusts, once more going deeper instead of faster and finally he held. Letting go of her hips, he grabbed the girl’s shoulders with both hands and pulled, getting that last half inch of his cock up her ass. He delighted in the squeal as he held her there with his right hand and moved his left hand underneath her body to her soaked pussy, knowing just the right way to finish Becky off.
Pleasurable moans escaped Becky’s lips, intermingled with the gasps and howls from the cock managing to find its way just a bit deeper inside. The feeling was unlike anything she had ever experienced, she actually felt as if she were conquered, owned by this beast of a cock that had been ripping through her backdoor. As the moans increased she couldn’t believe what was about to happen. The moans changed into whimpers not unlike the mewling of a cat as her body shuddered and she was brought to orgasm by combination of the pain, the vibrator, and Trip’s fingers that could do no wrong.
The moment finally arrived as Trip felt the tiny girl’s ass squeeze around him while her pussy experienced pleasure. The pulses of her body as she was taken by her orgasm was too much for his cock as he started to fill her bowels with his hot cum. He let out a grunt of his own, something nearly animalistic as he claimed his newest prize.
Becky was surprised by the almost thumping feeling of the cock in her ass and the warmth that increased with every beat against her conquered rectum. The new experiences helped to prolong her orgasm, making her face flush at first then turn red with embarrassment as she realized that she was getting off with a cock buried in her ass. Her mind started thinking about what kind of slut that must make her, and her body responded to that thought too, prolonging it still.
When Trip was spent he was surprised by how long she had gone on–either he found a girl who just had really long orgasms or she truly enjoyed his cock in her ass. Either way, he didn’t care, he knew she was special and he started to formulate what he would do next. Even though he was done, he kept his cock in that tight butt of hers, it just felt like it was the natural place for it, like his cock had found its long lost home.
At long last Becky started coming down to Earth, her orgasm subsided, and she felt Trip finally withdraw. She knew he was done, she could feel his cum in her ass, but she just remained laying on the bed, still trying to catch her breath from an orgasm unlike any she’d had before.
Trip just watched the soon-to-be college freshman laying on the edge of his bed as he cleaned his cock off and started to get dressed again. He couldn’t believe he was thinking it, but maybe here was a girl who might be worthy someday of actually getting her pussy fucked by him, especially if every time she got assfucked she was like that. He finally reached down and removed the vibrator from her pussy before he grinned and started speaking to her.
“All right Becky, so here’s the deal. See the camera up there?” He pointed to a corner that had a camera with the red light on it. “I’m sure you don’t want to become infamous on campus. Show up the first Friday night you arrive in the fall at six. We’ll go out, get food, do something like a movie or a party or something, but we’ll always end up here with you on the bed like this. We’ll do this every Friday, maybe you’ll eventually get lucky and I’ll take a turn in that cunt of yours.”
Becky watched him as he spoke and noticed something a little different about the guy, that this time he wasn’t as confident as he’d been with every other spoken word. When she felt like she might have some energy back in her arms she finally pulled herself up off the bed. She looked around for her clothes but didn’t see them.
“They’ll all be neatly in a pile on the pool table downstairs,” Trip told her, no longer looking at her. He was still a bit uneasy, this was the first time he had made definite plans to see one of his victims again.
As Becky started walking rather gingerly toward the door, Trip held out her cellphone which she grabbed. Reaching the door, Trip said one last thing, “Oh Becky, welcome to college.”
Not knowing what to say she just stared at him for a moment and opened the door and left. It felt strange to be walking through the frat house completely naked, but no one was out in the hallway. She finally found the stairs with the help of the signs pointing to emergency exits and headed down them. There wasn’t anyone in the common room either–she realized she didn’t even know what time it was. When she got to the pool table she was a bit stunned to see her clothes, nicely folded in a pile just like Trip said. She was even more stunned when she saw ten other sets of what were obviously girls’ clothing also in neat piles on the table.
Becky dressed in what she started to figure was the early morning sunlight in the common room, starting with her bra and shirt. She hoped to find something that she could wipe herself off with. Again she was surprised when this request turned out to be rather reasonable as she saw several towels piled on one of the chairs nearby. She wiped up the juices around her pussy and the lube from around her ass and felt odd standing there so brazenly in a public area, feeling the cum traveling through her ass with every subtle movement. She’d take care of that later.
She checked the time on her phone and saw it was 7:30am, about the time she’d be waking up back in the Sorority. She was pretty sure she remembered her way back as she put the phone in her purse and finished dressing. Looking up to the board, sure enough she saw what she figured was her own ass clad in purple panties already posted to it. She shook her head and walked out of the frat house.
As she started to make her way back to the Sorority, she tried to think about what led her there in the first place and she couldn’t remember much. Reaching the Sorority house door, she paused before opening it. Her ass was going to hurt for days she knew, and she’d have to go through it again in the fall. On the plus side though, the cute-yet-not-very-popular girl in her own school could have something to tell when she got back home: Since she’d be seeing Trip every week regularly, she could honestly tell them that she was the first girl in the class to have a college boyfriend. She smiled at that idea, wondered for a moment if it was worth the price before she said quietly to no one as she opened the door and went inside, “Welcome to college indeed.”