She shouted out, saying all sorts of senseless things to her lover, not caring how her words came out. She was submitting to a complete stranger but that didn’t matter any longer. She couldn’t even see her lover’s face, but he was turning her on and that was all she could be concerned with.
“Fuck me,” she screamed. “Shove that big thing into me and I’ll explode! Fuck me harder! Come on, make me happy, do it to me again!”
“Sure thing, baby,” he answered, his own passion fired now. “I’m going to knock you for a loop. Hang on!”
He slammed his cock into her welcoming pussy with even greater violence, ravaging this agile creature who could seemingly take anything he handed out.
Billie let out a whimper and then felt her pussy locking around his plunging staff. Then the fluids were pouring out of her cunt, spraying all over his thighs and belly. She was so wet inside that he could hardly feel her clinging twat any longer.
He kept his cock rooted inside her all during her orgasm, letting her enjoy every second of it. She kept moving for a few seconds and then she was finally able to relax. A complete stranger had just given her the best orgasm of her young life and it should have, confused her. But she was feeling nothing but happiness.
Then she felt him pulling his prick out of her pussy. Surely, she reasoned, the man was not going to leave without filling her with cum. It was abnormal. Maybe he just wanted to change positions or something.
“Hey, what are you doing?” she asked as she felt the hard tool brushing against her sensitive anus. “Don’t. Come back inside me. You must be almost ready to come!”
“Don’t worry… I’m gonna come,” he growled, flipping her body until her knees hit the hard concrete and her quivering ass was high in the air.
Then she felt him press his body against her up-turned asscheeks, and she knew what he was going to do.
“No,” she said.
He used the tip of his prick to open and lubricate her asshole. His big dick was covered with pussy juice and that made it easy for him to work his way into the narrow crevice. Nothing was going to stop him at that stage of the game, and she knew it.
Billie soon resigned herself to the inevitable. “All right, son of a bitch,” she hissed. “Ass-fuck me!”
“That’s just what I’m gonna do, baby!”
Soon she could feel his meat buried, deep in her asshole. It hurt like hell but she concentrated on relaxing her muscles until she could feel it moving around inside her.
“It’s in you, honey… and you’re takin’ all of it… every damned inch,” he groaned.
“I know it’s in me!” she hissed. “Now fuck me!”
He rammed harder into her until she was able to relax totally. She was moving with him now, doing whatever she could to draw more pleasure for her own body from his pulsing, driving cock.
She arched her back and spread her thighs as far as they would go, feeling herself stretching from within as the big cock penetrated her virgin asshole. It hurt, but there was nothing she could do about it, no way to protect herself after she had let him go that far. She would have to make the best of the situation.
Now he was practically on top of her, surrounding her with his arms. He slid his hand down to her twat and started fingering her clitoris. She did the same with his balls by reaching backward through their legs. She could feel them swell and knew he was on the verge of filling her rectum with boiling cum.
They both became lost with the ecstasy of fucking. Then he shoved his prick in for the last time. She felt the cum shooting out of it with all the force of an active volcano.
She winced with pain as the thick goo shot into her, but it soon coated her ass canal and made her orgasm.
When his come was almost spent, he flipped her over again and shoved his cock back up her creaming cunt to bring her off a second time.
She moaned and gurgled through the second explosion as her cunt muscles milked the last drops of hot cum from his wilting cock.
They lay there exhausted, and for those few moments, ironically, they were lovers. Her hands were on his back, unconsciously stroking his heaving muscles. Their mouths were together, and as she turned her face away, the movement had all the meaning of a gentle caress.
Then he heaved himself to his feet. When he spoke the mocking contempt was back in his voice. “I wish I had a light. I’d like to see you sprawled there like a slut, your belly wet with sweat, [missing text].”
She knew what he meant, and cut him off with the first words that came into her throat. “You rotten, raping bastard!”
And even as the words came forth, she marveled at her ability to grate them out at him like any cheap whore. She visualized a woman who made a profession of sex talking like that, spitting out her contempt for men like venom.
There was silence. She thought he’d slipped quietly away. Then he spoke. But this time there was a change in the tone. He did not remind her of the obscenities she had breathed frantically into his throat, nor of the lustful abandon with which she cooperated with him in those last moments.
He spoke with a kind of awe and respect. “God! I’ll say one thing for you. You’re all woman!”
Then he was gone; like one of the pitch-black shadows that seemed to hover everywhere as part of the total blackness, he became a part of the dark tunnel and she knew she was alone.
For a few moments she lay where she was, then a thought struck her. Good God, we don’t even know each other! We were joined in body. He was part of me and I part of him. We were a single, writhing person. But we don’t know each other. I wouldn’t know him if I met him, he wouldn’t know me. Our voices? Maybe. Probably not. The echoes in here are deceptive. Our voices would probably sound different outside. Perhaps we’ll meet each other, get to know each other, and still not dream that his body was mine and I held his tongue in my teeth.
She wanted to laugh. Or did she want to dry?
She didn’t know which as she got painfully to her feet and searched the darkness for her clothing.
She finally found her way out of the tunnel and back to her room without being seen. Ginny was already back, so Billie knew she had made a wrong turn somewhere and then corrected her error.
Ginny was sitting up in bed with a schoolbook in her hands. Her eyes widened as she saw Billie.
“Good God, darling! You look as though you’ve had it!”
Billie went on through the bedroom. Her face was grim. “You’re right, darling. I have had it. Right up to my tits… in both holes!”
CHAPTER THREE
Billie awoke the next morning to a sense of unreality. None of the things she remembered could really have happened.
But this disbelief was speedily dissipated when she moved. Her back, from contact with the floor of the tunnel, felt as though an army had walked over it. The tendons at the fork of her body felt as though they had been stretched in a tug-of-war by two strong men. Both her cunt and her asshole feltlike they were rubbed raw.
“Oh, Lord,” she murmured, “I feel like a streetwalker after a hard…”
“What’d you say, honey?”
Billie turned over and saw Ginny’s gamin face stretched into a yawn.
“Nothing. Just waking up.”
Ginny finished her yawn. “What’s your first class?”
“Ugh!” Ginny groaned. “Mine’s American History. At least a person can sleep a little sometimes in a dog course like history.”
As they went through their morning ritual in the bathroom, Billie asked. “What happened to you last night?”
“Nothing,” Ginny said airily. “But plenty happened in that room.” She stopped halfway into the shower, recalling the events in her mind. “The new initiate was that redheaded chick who always wears green. Wow!”