CHAPTER FOUR

Even though it had disgusted her, the scene in the restroom had also excited Billie. It was the uppermost thought in her mind for the next two days.

She could barely study from thinking about it. She needed sex. And even though she had promised herself that she wouldn’t, she knew that she would go out that evening and find some.

In disgust at herself, she slammed the book that she had been reading closed, and swore.

“Is there a loose shower connection here, Miss?”

A chill went through Billie as she jerked around. It was the black-haired maintenance assistant. He stood in the doorway carrying a tool case.

“Don’t you believe in knocking?”

“I did knock, Miss. When no one answered, I supposed the room was empty.”

“I-I didn’t hear you.”

“I’m sorry. Shall I come back later?”

“Now that you’re here, you might as well do your work. I didn’t know anything was wrong.”

He took a memo slip from his pocket. “Loose shower connection.”

“Oh, okay. My roommate probably reported it.”

Billie indicated the bathroom and the young man started to close the door. Then he glanced at her, opened it wide, and crossed the room toward the bath.

He paid no further attention to her, whistling a soundless tune as he went about his work.

She could see him in the mirror. He was virile, rather than handsome. The muscles of his shoulders rippled as he bent over his tool chest and his blue jeans tightened against the backs of his thighs.

He will do, she thought, and walked to the door of the bathroom. “What’s your name?” she said. “Carl… Carl Morgan,” he replied.

“Do you like working here around all these horny, rich girls?”

“It’s a job.”

“I didn’t ask you that.”

He turned and looked at her. “No, not particularly,” he said.

“Do you service anything besides bathroom fixtures?”

He dropped his tools, turned, and took her into his arms.

His kiss was hard and rough. There was no tenderness in his lips as he pried hers apart, forced his tongue into her mouth. He explored brazenly, and even while she responded physically to the contact, she realized the contempt in his action.

She wanted to protest, to cry out, but her words were crushed in her throat as she felt his hand on her knee, then up under her skirt against the bare flesh of the thighs.

The kiss continued, probing, searching. Her body stiffened as his callous invasion continued, as he inserted his fingers under her panties, closing his hand around them. Then he gripped the cloth in his fist and jerked. A second jerk ripped the panties at the point where they narrowed between her legs. The pressure of the tearing cloth against her sensitive cunt-flesh brought her tongue forward in even sharper protest. Her hips hunched forward automatically, her legs opening to relieve the painful pressure.

His free hand moved lightly over her chest, pushed her bra upward, and examined each breast minutely.

Her nipples rose and hardened at his touch. This purely physical reaction, which her mind was powerless to control, brought a humorless smile to his face. He released her tongue. His eyes spoke eloquently of the satisfaction the act gave him.

“Tell me,” he said.

“Tell you what?”

“Tell me how much you want me to fuck you.”

Billie’s mind whirled back to the tunnel. Could this be the same man who had raped her?

Would it make any difference?

“Maybe I’ve changed my mine,” she said.

He let her go and walked to the door. Locking it, he returned, took her arm and pulled her to the bed.

“Bull shit,” he said.

Again his hands were under her clothes, his fingers toying with her cunt.

She moaned. She wanted to be the aggressor, but he was taking that pleasure away from her and there was nothing she could do about it.

His eyes glowed with the passion of triumph, flashing at what was happening her sprawled legs, her naked hips and belly moving up and down in rhythm to his hand on her cunt.

“That’s it, baby,” he crooned. “That’s the way to loosen up. Relax and enjoy it.”

One of Billie’s hands was now free but he was too preoccupied to notice it. Hot, ecstatic fire was flaming through her lower body. She wanted to obey him, to relax and moan, more, more, more… do it to me!

Her free hand pressed first against his chest, then moved lower, her fingers searching for and finding his hard cock.

She squeezed.

“Take me,” she moaned, “take me!”

“Say please.”

“What?”

“Say, ’Please fuck me’!”

“All right, dammit,” Billie moaned. “Please, fuck me!”

His manner changed instantly. He became the lover instead of the raper. Gently, slowly, he undressed her, admiring and caressing her silken skin as it appeared before his eyes.

“Oh, God, what a beautiful body you have,” he whispered hungrily. “What a fantastic body.” He clasped her hotly, his mouth every place at once all over her, his tongue sliding down her neck, his lips on her shoulders, his hands moving frantically to embrace her. Then he was kneeling, his mouth on her breast, drawing the nipple in with his tongue, making it harder and harder, sucking on it with a thirsty need, gripping the two round cheeks of her ass, pulling them against him as his mouth worked hotly on her breast.

“God, I want you,” he whispered, his mouth making long hot trails down her stomach, and burying itself in the spongy curls of her pubic hair, which he caught in his teeth and chewed at. Then he worked his way to the outer lips of her cunt, moving the fleshy lobes with his tongue, exploring the small ridges and wrinkles, sucking and pulling, kissing and biting, furiously, hotly, until he found the wet burning place where the folds parted and the long tunnel began. There he stabbed with his tongue frantically again and again.

Billie swayed dizzily, supported only by his hands gripping her ass cheeks, pressing her cunt to cunt. Her eyes were tightly shut, propelling her into a dark world illuminated by short, sharp, bright lightning flashes of pleasure as his mouth ate at her, ate her cunt, chewed and sucked and devoured the most inner, tingling, electric center of her being.

Then slowly he pulled away and she fell back on the bed, still twitching and tingling. She heard him taking off his clothes. Hurry up, she thought, hurry up, Goddamn you! I want you to fuck me! I want you to do it to me, to take me like I’ve never been taken before! Hurry, hurry, hurry… fuck me!

It seemed like forever before he was on the bed beside her.

His hands groped for her, kneading her firm flesh all over. “How do you feel?” he said hoarsely.

“Like my whole, body’s on fire!” she said, her voice filled with passion and lust. “Sex can be hell, sometimes, can’t it?”

“No,” he replied. “Sex is great… love is hell.”

“Oh, please, hurry… fuck me!” she said. His words, ’sex is great… love is hell’, ran through her mind, but the pressure of his hard cock on her hip drove them from her mind.

Her tanned breasts rose up to perfect mounds in front of his lips. He bent over and took a luscious tit into his mouth, sucking the tip until it was burning hot and hard between his teeth. His hand circled her waist and clasped her close; the hand moved down the slope of her back to cup her rubbery-hard ass cheeks. He mashed his body against hers and she felt the hard swell of his cock against her thighs. She pressed her thighs against him and they ground together with passionate urgency and need.

The throbbing prick jumped at the touch of her skin. She reached down and rubbed the head of it.

“It’s beautiful,” she smiled.

She played with it until little drops of fluid appeared from the tiny opening in the head. Up and down on the velvety head she massaged his cock; he bent, breathing heavily, and bit her on the neck, hard, his hands never leaving her swollen breasts.

“You keep fucking around like that, I’m gonna come before I even get inside you.”

Quickly she leaned over and put her lips to the head of the cock; it throbbed violently at her sensitive touch and he pushed it a little way into her face. She let the massive instrument play all over her face, over his lips and chin, across her cheeks, down onto her neck where she hugged it tightly. And then she drew back and held the cock with both hands. She brought her mouth on it and laved the head with her wet tongue.

His body shuddered violently against her. Now she was sucking his huge prick with a plunging motion, in and out, letting the head dart partially into her throat, controlling his surging motion, licking the length of it each time.

“I’m gonna shoot off…” he stammered.

She began to work frantically on the pushing rod. Letting go one hand, she reached underneath him and caught his pulsing balls, massaging them, tickling in the mass of pubic hair.

“Jesus, that’s great,” he moaned.

Her mouth worked back and forth in a wide motion, making a slippery, gushing sound. Again and again she felt the blood-gorged bulb of his cock jam into her throat and back out. She gulped hard and felt his cock grow steamy hot, throbbing wildly. She sucked harder, squeezing his buttocks with one hand and milking his taut balls with the other.

“Oh. Jesus, I’m shooting off!” he bellowed. He tried to pull away from her frantic mouth, but she wouldn’t release him. Harder and faster she sucked the pulsating shaft, feeling her whole being about to explode along with his boiling lava.

And then it hit. His huge cock began pumping furiously and she felt the first wave of hot sperm in her mouth. Lap after lap of it gushed into her throat and down into her belly. She worked furiously, clenching her teeth on his erupting cock, swallowing wave after wave of delicious, hot cum.

“My God!” he barked, his whole body shaking violently. “Oh, my God!”

She gulped the sperm on and on until he was finally empty of all his juices. She locked her mouth on the shaft and ran her tongue all up and over and around as she swallowed the last of his cream. Not for a moment during the eruption had she opened her eyes. She didn’t want the massive dick to ever leave her mouth, but she felt such a hot surging in her unfulfilled cunt that she was visibly shaking all over.

When she opened her eyes, he was putting on his clothes.

“What are you doing?”

“I told you I was coming,” he said, calmly looking down at her.

“So what… now I want to come!”

He scribbled on a piece of paper and dropped it on the bed. “Here’s my address and phone number if you get horny later on tonight,” he said, and moved to the door.

“You bastard.”

He smiled and picked up a banana from the basket of fruit and tossed it to her.

“That’s in case you need to get it off between now and then.”

She threw the banana back at him, but the door was closed. It thudded against it and fell to the floor.

“You son of a bitch!” Billie yelled after him. Five minutes later Ginny entered the room. “Jesus… what’s wrong with you?”

“Shut up,” Billie said, slamming into the bathroom and locking the door behind her.

But as she passed the door, Billie had picked up the banana Carl had thrown at her.

Billie soaped her body from head to toe. Then she reached through the shower curtain and found the banana. She soaped it down too.

She squished it sensuously between her wet fingers, relishing the hardness of its elongated shape. Her pussy gave an involuntary quiver as she thought of sticking it in her cunt.

“Mmmmm,” she said aloud in the closed bathroom. “This almost feels like his cock.”

He did have a beautiful cock. She had loved sucking it and would love to have it rammed up her cunt, but she would be damned if she would run after him. Let him come to her.

She stroked the banana harder. It felt even more like a cock. She remembered the first cock she had stroked like that her cousin Tommy’s.

“You had a nice cock too, Tommy,” she moaned, working the banana up her cunt. She closed her eyes, recalling that time together.

She had been twelve and Tommy was fourteen. They hadn’t seen each other since they were both very small, and Tommy had invited her up to his room to look at some of his magazines.

The magazines contained color pictures, pictures of naked men and women.

Billie stared at the open pages and thought she would pass out with shock. The awful things that the men and women were doing were so bad that she could hardly bear to look at them, and yet, she couldn’t pull her eyes away from the magazine.

On one page she saw a girl holding her pussy open with both hands. She could see the inner layers of the girl’s vaginal slit, and there, up at the top, was the nub of her clitoris. God, it was big! She could see the pink flesh that surrounded the girls pussy opening, and black, curly pubic hair outlined the wide-open vagina. It was strangely exciting to her, and she forced her eyes away from it, only to be confronted with another page which was even more obscene to her.

“Does your pussy look like that?” Tommy asked. When Billie didn’t answer her, he told her to turn the page. “Wait ’til you see this!”

Her eyes widened, her mouth fell open, and a gasp escaped her tightened throat as she saw a naked woman sitting on a man’s long, hard cock. The girl’s pussy seemed to be too small for the huge shaft, and it was stretched so wide that it was only a thin red ridge of flesh circling the man’s thick, blue-veined prick. The man was lying on his back with his legs wide apart, and she could see his puckered asshole.

Billie’s youthful body trembled with a hunger that she had never before experienced. Hoping that Tommy wouldn’t see her, she stole her hand under her dress and found her pussy.

“You playin’ with yourself?” he said. Her face got very red. “It’s okay. I do it to mine all the time.”

Before Billie knew it, Tommy had taken his cock out of his pants and was wildly whipping his fist up and down its length. He was groaning, with his eyes tightly shut.

“Oh shit, Billie, rub it for me, will ya? Do what I’m doin’ to it!”

“Like this?” she asked as she tightened her fingers around his long shaft and began stroking up and down.

“Aaaaagggghhhhhh… Oh, yeah, yeah, that feels great… Do it some more!” he groaned as he stood in front of her and thrust his pulsating cock back and forth through her fingers.

Billie stared at the strange movements of her cousin’s cock sliding back and forth through her tightly gripping fingers. She felt her own excitement rising higher and higher. She couldn’t understand why her cunt was so hot and wet.

“Harder… Rub harder, Billie… Oh yes like that… harder…” Tommy moaned as his head began spinning from the pressure of his throbbing prick. “It feels so good… too good… I… I think… I’m… I’m gonna come! Oh, shit, I’m comrnmmiiiinnnnng!”

“Am I doing it right?” Billie asked anxiously, squeezing his throbbing cock more tightly, frightened at his loud groans.

“Oh yes! Hold it tight… I’m coming NOW!” Tommy gasped as he rocked back and forth on his heels, his youthful prick convulsing beneath the caresses of her fingers.

Suddenly, Billie saw sticky white liquid spurting from his swollen cockhead as his cock spasmed. She couldn’t believe all that stuff had come from his cock. Her eyes were glued to the wildly jerking shaft and, in a trance-like state, she held her hand still while he pumped out his load of cum.

She had never thought about how the seed got inside a woman’s womb, but she certainly never imagined that it would happen like this it was like a pump!

Awed by the revelation, her eyes popping out of her head, she stared at the river of cum flowing down over her hand…

Remembering the sight of Tommy’s young cock spurting cum up her arm was enough, with the help of the banana, to bring relief to Billie’s pussy.

She groaned and cried out her release as the water beat a tattoo on her tits and belly.

There was a knock on the door and Ginny’s voice.

“You all right in there?”

“Yes,” Billie said, extracting the banana from her sopping cunt. “I’m all right… for now.”

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