The Scholarship- Chapter 2, a short story by jessica.kanaan. Date added: 2011-10-07. Times viewed: 7147.
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The Scholarship
Chapter 2
The next morning I woke up wondering if it was all a nightmare. That question was answered as I got out of bed sore and bruised with a never ending tenderness in my asshole. As the 12 girls gathered in the common room we all exchanged descriptions of our individual ordeals. The four dance entertainment girls all had four or five black males as I did. One of the girls was lucky In that none of her guys were abusive. She did have to fuck them though and they took full advantage of all three of her orifices. Six girls were sent to hotel rooms with only a single black guy each and had mixed experiences with some getting abused, but all getting fucked. The last two, each had two black boys each and they both experienced double penetration. The one thing in common in each story was that all the boys were black and had no regard for us. They were there to get laid and had no problem cuming in our vaginas without condoms or sticking cocks up our ass and not paying any attention to if it hurt us or not. Eventually the RA arrived and tried calm us all, especially those girls that were still upset and crying. She told us that she was once a girl like us and trapped into doing what we were forced to do. She told us these boys were receiving similar “offers” at other colleges and they were only interested in having a good time, that’s why there was no concern for us by them. She went on to say that Texas University found that black males at the successful high school programs had little time and access to young pretty white girls, at least for sex, and we should be prepared in only being assigned black boys during our Sophomore stay since this has been an extremely successful strategy in getting these athletes to sign. The white athletes were reserved for the senior class with any remaining going to the junior floor and when the basketball scholarships become available, 90% of the high school stars are black. She told all the girls to take the birth control pills left in their bathrooms and any girl not on birth control should use morning after pills that were also available. She boldly warned not to even think about getting pregnant to get out of our assignments because there’s a clause in the “scholarship” which makes pregnancy the same as not fulfilling your commitment. We would learn that there would always be 2 or 3 girls that got pregnant each year regardless of the birth control protection and they would need to get abortions. She finally said that the weekend was not over yet and we should get ready for another group of boys going through tonight.
There wasn’t much time left in the day and we would soon need to get ready for the next group of boys. Gratefully, we were never assigned the same job on the same weekend which meant I didn’t have to go to the go-go dance club location. I, like the three other girls from yesterday, were assigned single boys up for football scholarships. I drew an all state linemen from Alabama and was to meet him for dinner in his hotel lobby. We were always told what to wear and eventually would learn it was based on information they had gotten from each boy about his likes and dislikes. Tonight I was to wear a garter belt and black stockings but no underwear under a short skirt, black high heels and halter top that was sure to expose my stomach and Longhorn navel charm. While I was putting on my makeup I took my birth control pill as provided for in the medicine cabinet, fortunately I took one the night before and stayed on that regiment instead of the risky morning after pill. At 5:00 PM those of us going to the guys at a hotel were driven by van to the Texas Hilton, a five star location.
We were told to go in 5 minutes apart and meet our guys in the restaurant. We only needed to mention their name to the Maître De and he would seat us at the table. I wondered why we had to go in separately, but when I walked through the lobby I could see heads turn as I passed through. Obviously a group of beautiful women walking through the lobby at the same time, dressed as we were, would draw too much attention and that’s why we were sent in alone. But even if we were, the hotel must have been in cahoots with the University because there were too many girls there night after night and the Hilton would surely catch on if they weren’t involved. After all, nothing was more important than football in this town. I went to the restaurant and asked the Maître De if Mr. Jamaal Walker was there yet? After checking a list he took me over to a table which included the student and both of his parents. The restaurant was huge and you really couldn’t see the other girls unless you looked for them. After introducing myself, I sat down and followed the lead of his mom and dad, not really sure how to proceed. The conversation, initiated by his parents, was typical in hindsight and was mostly questions of where I was from, how I liked the school and questions about the curriculums. I would also hear about Alabama and what the parents were expecting in an education for their son and how football was a means of getting it for him, not much different than me but obviously a very different path. Jamaal himself said little and responded to most questions with yes or no Miss Jessica, at least in the company of his mom and dad. I found out they were going to the football game that night, which was on National TV, and his parents were being picked up at 7:30 PM but they were told I would arrange to get Jamaal there separately, because he was getting a special tour before the 9:00 PM kick off. I didn’t know what they were talking about but just played along when their limo driver arrived and thanked them for a lovely dinner.
When they left, Jamaal smiled and said that he was told he could take me back to his room before leaving for the game. Still being naïve, I thought I could reason with him and said that “after meeting with your parents and seeing how wonderful they are, wouldn’t they be disappointed in you to learn we went to your room? Is that what picking a college is all about? Aren’t you just a little bit ashamed, you seem to me to be intelligent?” He had a disappointed look in his eyes and said “then you are not going to my room with me?” I replied I would do whatever he wanted and he grinned and said “great, let’s go to my room.” When we got upstairs he immediately reached over and kissed me. He was a big fellow well over 300 lbs but all muscle, I was like a toothpick in his arms. He began rubbing me up and down my legs while he stuck his tongue in my mouth as we French kissed for several minutes. He slowly moved me over to the bed and pulled my halter top over my head exposing my breasts. When he got a glimpse of their size he couldn’t help himself but to want to suck on my perfectly round nipples and spent several minutes just sucking on each one like a new born baby. We fell to the bed and as he reached for my crotch, he felt my bare pussy and immediately stuck his fingers inside my cunt massaging it oh so gently. He asked me to remove my shoes and skirt while he got undressed to expose his massive cock. I thought he was going to put it in my mouth but instead he immediately began lapping my clitoris, round and round and round until I was dripping wet. As I lay on my back he held my stocking covered legs around my ankles pushing my feet high n the air with the bottoms perpendicular to the ceiling. My pussy was exposed and he immediately inserted his cock inside of me. He lay still for a moment and then began swirling his ass in a circular motion causing his cock to move in a drilling motion inside of me. When he was ready, he let his full weight fall on my chest holding me tight to the bed and covered my mouth with his. Twisting his tongue with mine he began raising his ass as high as he could while still keeping the head of his cock inside of me. At its height he would release his ass and with one stabbing motion slam his cock inside of me as hard as he could. Slowly, he would withdraw his penis and repeat the process over and over again. With each thrust his pelvis would slap my clitoris and after 30 strokes of his cock I screamed out as I had multiple orgasms. It must have been 30 stabs more before he was ready to cum, and when he did, he put his cock between my tits, squeezed them together, and moaned as he delivered his load all over my chest. The whole episode was over in less than a half hour and after we dressed he said thank you Ms. Jessica and said he already had transportation to the game arranged and he hoped to see me around. I returned to the waiting van and when all of the girls finished with their guys we were returned to the dorm. All of the girls had Sunday to try and get back into a normal routine as Monday classes were right around the corner.
One thing that became obvious to us was that after taking classes and schoolwork into account, we had no time for a personal life. No time for movies, dates and fun in general and who could really have a boyfriend under the conditions we operated. We helped each other accept the fact that we were getting a college education in exchange for being University whores. After all, we had no choice, and we agreed to help each other with any emotional lows to ensure that every girl would at least earn her degree for providing her body to the various sports programs. Before we knew it Friday had arrived again as scholarship weekends continued. Tonight, I was assigned to meet a boy in hotel room #8805 at the Texas Hilton with another girl named Sheri. Our attire was jeans and tee shirts as Sheri and I traveled together in the same van with 6 other girls. We went up to the room together, knocked on the door of #8805 and were greeted by a black boy that was extremely skinny and stood about six feet six inches tall standing barefoot in the doorway. He introduced himself as Skeeter Jones and was a wide receiver from a high school near Flint, Michigan. He had long arms, acne covered face, big lips and generally ugly to look at. He told us that Texas University was the last of 20 schools he was visiting before making up his mind on which to commit to. He asked that we get on with convincing him to sign on here, but that he didn’t want to hear either of us speak. All said as he sat down on a couch, with a dirty smirk on his face while looking down at his crotch. We both fell to our knees on either side of Mr. Jones. I unbuckled his belt while Sheri lowered his fly pulling out an uncircumcised cock. It was limp at first but began to grow as Sheri and I began licking the shaft on each side. Licking it like a lollipop, by the time we got to its head, grew to full erection. Sheri took his cock into her mouth while I licked my way down to his balls. While she was bobbing up and down I was sucking on his scrotum. As we serviced his penis he removed his shirt and pushed his pants to the floor. Sheri and I paused for only a moment to allow his trousers to pass over his cock; then immediately went back into action! As he moaned in pleasure he mumbled “keep sucking you bitches.” First he pulled Sheri’s tee shirt over her head to expose her 35 inch breasts. As they bounced around from the removal of her shirt I went down on his cock. When he started to pull mine off, Sheri replaced my mouth with hers as my tits were being exposed. We both had learned in a very short time that bras were unnecessary unless they were specified with the clothes we were to wear for the night. We both move to his sack and sucked on a ball each.
Skeeter then stood up and unbuttoned my jeans pulling them off inside out and my shoes fell off as he did. Next was Sheri, who he undressed from behind kissing her butt as her pants fell to her knees. When we were both naked, skeeter lay down on the couch and I sat on his face as Sheri went back down on his cock. I was facing Sheri and bent over slightly so he could get a good look at my pussy and asshole. He spread my cheeks with his hands and began licking my pussy. He inserted a finger, or maybe it was two, into my ass while moving his tongue to my clitoris. His lapping caused me to moan out loud which only made him lick harder and push his fingers further in my ass. Sheri was frantically stroking his cock while taking the head in her mouth. We change positions except Sheri was facing Skeeters head. She moaned as he licked her cunt and as I sucked on his erect cock I got to see Sheri’s tramp stamp which read “Texas Long Horn Cum Bucket.” When he was ready to fuck he had us both kneel on the couch with our arms on its rear back support. First he entered Sheri’s pussy from the rear while fingering mine with his right hand. He humped as hard as he could making her tits bounce wildly as they hung down from her chest. A few minutes later he did the same to me this time using his left hand on Sheri while humping me from behind. He made a point to mention how much he liked the way the tits on Texas Longhorn cows bounced when they were being fucked. He alternated fucking both of us occasionally pulling each of us by the hair to pull us closer so he could kiss us while he fucked the other girl. This went on for 30 minutes or so, but neither of us came because there was never enough prolonged stimulation on our clits before he would switch to the other pussy. When he was ready he had us both kneel before him virtually cheek to cheek as he stroked his cock in our faces. His first ejaculation hit me right up my nose and dripped on my lips while his next hit Sheri square in the eye. He concentrated on her and released the remainder of his load on her cheek and mouth. When he was spent, but before he lost his erection, smeared his head into the load on her face and did the same to me before telling us to “clean off that black dick you two sluts.” We both knew what that meant and we began licking the cum from his cock until nothing remained but a clean wet shaft as it began to shrink in size. He said “thank you sluts, see ya round” and went into the bathroom slamming the door behind him. We both dressed and went back to the waiting van never having said another word to Skeeter Jones as he had requested.
When we returned to the dorm we were told to be ready for a debriefing when all of the girls returned. It was only 8:30 PM and most would be back shortly because of the last game of the football season and all of the high school recruits would be taken there. After the debriefing the RA said she needed to see me in private. We went to her room and she said I made a big mistake and needed to be made an example of to make sure I never make the same mistake again. I told her I’ve done everything that was asked of me and didn’t understand what she was talking about. I had a scared and puzzled look on my face when she went on to ask if I remembered Jamaal from the week before. It seems he decided not to sign on with Texas University and had mentioned to his driver that it was because the girls here weren’t so willing to please him. He told the driver how I tried to talk him out of going to his room after diner. My heart sank, and I pleaded with the RA to “give me another chance, I learned my lesson and would never do it again, please don’t sell my parents farm” I cried. The RA explained that I had cost the school a prized lineman and others were involved but not to worry the farm was safe but I would be taught a lesson! She told me to be ready at 11:00 PM when I was driven to the stadium while the game was still going on.
I was brought to an exercise room that you could only get to from the home team’s locker room that you would pass through to get to the showers. It had a table and some weight lifting equipment but not much more. I was told to remove all of my clothes and lie on the table which was hard and hurt my back when I did so. They stretched out my arms and legs and tied me spread eagle to the adjacent equipment positioning my body so that my ass was partially hanging off the table. The ropes were tight so I could not move in any direction at all. I was told that tonight the team will be told I cost them the prized offensive lineman for next season and they will know what to do. About 10 minutes later I could hear yelling and screaming as the victorious Longhorn football team entered the locker room. As happens after every game the 60 dressed players removed their clothes and headed to the showers. They were dirty, smelly and covered in sweat but this time each player would come in and fuck me first, before taking a shower. They formed a line outside and entered one by one as each one was ready after jerking on their cocks until they got an erection. When the first guy was ready he stood at the end of the table and since I was half hanging off, all he needed to do was insert his cock. He was white and put a little baby oil on his cock’s head and shaft to slip it into my pussy easily. He began pumping immediately as the other boys cheered him on. There was no talking just humping and my big tits bouncing, nothing to stop either. When he was ready he came inside of me, hi fived the next boy in line, and the next boy would do it all over again. After the first three guys came, no one needed to use any baby oil as I was dripping wet and my pussy was filling with slippery cum boy after boy. There were all types of guys big, small, muscular and fat. There were white boys, black boys and Hispanics too that humped fast, slow and every speed you could imagine as my tits went along for the ride. Some guys would lean over and bite my nipples while they were humping. After ten guys came in my pussy I had an orgasm and the team yelled out “hook em horns” and started a wave of hi fives up and down the line. When they finished hi fiving they proceeded with the gangbang methodically fucking and sucking without saying a word at all to me. By the time the 15th guy had cum, my pussy was so full of juices, every time the next guy inserted his cock, a loud sloshing sound could be heard and semen dripped from my pussy, down my ass, and onto the floor as they pumped away. About 25 guys later I came again and the high fiving hook em horns chant started again. I was completely sore and my nipples were raw red from all of the biting by the time the 60th guy finished cuming. I was untied and allowed to walk naked through the boy’s locker room in complete disgrace and humiliation. I was kept there until the entire stadium was empty and forced to walk naked to the van. My vagina was so raw form all of the nights fucking it took me 20 minutes to walk 500 feet. I received sympathy from no one that remained, nor help, as I was in obvious pain and could have used a shoulder to lean on as I hobbled to my ride.
When we got to the dorm I was told “You are not good enough to ride the elevators you fucking cow” and forced to crawl up three flights of stairs since it was too painful to walk. Again, naked with no help, it took over an hour. As I entered the third floor, what must have been after 3:30 AM, all of the girls were assembled to see me and the example made of me. I would find out later that they were briefed before I got there to know the complete story and the pity they felt could be seen in each and every one of their eyes. After all, it could have been any of them. As I entered my room the RA asked “did you learn your lesson?” I didn’t bother to turn and face her or answer, as we both knew I would never make that mistake again.
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