Billie emerged from the bathroom toweling her nude body. When she was completely dry, she dropped the towel in the middle of the floor and lit a cigarette.
"Jeez, you're built," Ginny said.
Billie smiled and took a deep drag on her cigarette. "A lot of good that will do me around here," she said sarcastically. "An all-girls school."
"Oh, I don't know," Ginny said. "There's always the Lovers."
"What's that?"
"A club… very exclusive, but I'll bet they would let you in a minute… with a body like that!"
"What's the Lovers?"
"It's a club here at Briarvale. Very hush-hush."
"What's so hush-hush about it?" Billie asked, eyeing her roommate and friend.
Virginia Morden was small, dark, and very beautiful. She was always laughing a quality that endeared her to Billie, who hadn't laughed much lately. But Ginny's most interesting characteristic, as Billie was to discover, was her frank, honest, intense interest in life and everything about it. To Ginny, nothing was good or bad, right or wrong. Nor, as Billie was already beginning to discover, was anything moral or immoral.
Everything was just plain interesting.
"You know the boy's school over at Clearview Redwood?"
"Yeah."
"Well, the Lovers is a little club where the boys from Redwood and the girls from Briarvale get together," Ginny said.
"What do they get together for… chess tournaments and debate sessions?"
"No, silly… they get together to fuck!"
"WHAT?" Billie's pussy tinged between her legs.
"And I know," Ginny said, lowering her voice, "it's in the basement of the Administration Building. You want to go down there and take a peek tomorrow night?"
"Sounds exciting!" Billie agreed.
The student body of Briarvale was all money. They were also all problem girls from rich homes, whose parents were tired of keeping track of them. Billie was sure she was going to hate it, but she was willing to go because she still wanted her share of her father's wealth. She figured she had earned it.
"My name is Marcia Tompkins," a voice said from the desk beside her. "What's yours?"
"Billie Whiteburn."
"I guess we're the two new students," Marcia said. "Everybody else appears to belong."
She was a pretty, auburn-haired girl with the most beautiful eyes Billie had ever seen. She was smartly but quietly dressed, and there was an air of poised self-possession about her.
And something else, something Billie couldn't put her finger on.
"You look as though you belonged," Billie said. "But I'll admit, this is my first day."
Billie had missed two weeks of the term.
"We were lucky to find a spot for you at this late date," her father had said grimly. "It cost plenty, but it's worth it. I want you to go out to Briarvale, be a model student and…"
And what?
Be totally and thoroughly ashamed of herself?
Billie shook her head to clear her mind. What had Marcia said? Oh, yes. "I agree with you," Billie smiled. "It would be a good idea if we stuck together until we learn the ropes!"
"I wonder how a girl can find any action around here," Marcia said.
Billie was on the verge of mentioning the Lovers, but remained silent as the class quieted around them.
At that moment the instructress came in a pretty woman, perhaps in her late thirties. She was severely dressed, more so than necessary, and wore her golden blonde hair in a tight, unattractive bun on the top of her head.
She stepped to the platform where her desk was placed and surveyed the room. Her eyes traveled the room, flicked over Billie, and came to rest on Marcia.
They seemed in no hurry to move away from the girl, and Billie glanced over and saw her fellow newcomer returning the gaze quietly and with complete poise.
Billie was sure it was her imagination, but she thought something passed between the two. A look of understanding.
When the instructress spoke, she said, "For the benefit of the new girls, I am Miss Carr. Marilyn Carr. We all get along very well in this class and I'm sure you'll both fit in very well."
But Miss Carr was still looking at Marcia when she said that, and Billie got the quick impression that the teacher was not really aware that she was also in the class.
The rest of the day was hectic, rushing to classes, meeting new instructors and some of the other students, and getting oriented to the rules of the school. She forgot, in the activity of the day, her plans about the meeting of the Lovers Club. So she was comfortably in bed studying when Ginny came in.
"Aren't you ready?"
"Ready for what?"
"To sneak up on the meeting!"
They were in a basement that was like an underground catacomb. Both girls wete squeezed into a niche looking down into a lighted room.
"We've got to be quiet," Ginny whispered.
Billie could feel Ginny's braless tits pressing into the back of her shoulder. For some reason, the combination of the girl's body and her assumption of what she was about to see excited her. Her pussy was oozing juice.
There were voices in the room beneath them.
"Jesus, I wish they would hurry up. I've already got a fucking hard-on that won't quit," a boy was saying.
"Want me to suck it for you?" a girl giggled.
"Shit, no," he laughed. "I want something new. That's what I came over tonight for."
"Let's get out of here," Billie said. "I like to fuck, but I don't dig just watching."
"You go ahead. I like to watch," Ginny aid.
"But they might have heard us," Billie protested.
"I don't think so. But what if they did? They can't find us. And if we're quiet from now on…"
"I'm…"
"All right, go ahead!"
Billie felt a tremor of fright at facing the pitch-black, winding corridor without benefit of light. But she was too proud to ask Ginny for the flashlight.
"All right," she said. "I'll see you back in the room. But for heaven's sake, be quiet. At least give yourself an even chance of coming out safely."
"You're too nervous," Ginny whispered back.
Then she was gone, and Billie knew she'd moved back toward the niche to get a thrill out of hearing what was said. Billie turned and moved back along the corridor, her hands outstretched in front of her, her eyes squinted.
Each step seemed interminable; she had a wild, half-panicky vision of spending an eternity walking through the darkness – darkness of her own folly, she thought.
She took three more steps.
Then a hand came out of nowhere and hooked itself cruelly over her mouth. She tried to jerk away, but an arm encircled her waist from behind. She tried to kick backwards, but whoever had trapped her was too strong. He pushed her against the wall and pressed his knee up between her legs until it was mashed against her cunt.
Finally, gasping for breath, she stopped kicking. The knee in her crotch was hurting her cruelly and site tried to lift herself up off it by standing on her toes.
The man sensed what she was doing, caressed her with his knee. Then he spoke for the first time.
"All right, baby, now that's over, let's understand one another. I spotted your whisper from the room. So happens I knew a way up here. I came to investigate. And I got lucky."
Billie was as angry as she was scared. "What… what are you going to do to that?"
He chuckled. "When a man gets a girl where he wants her, what does he usually do to her?"
"You bastard," Billie hissed. She loved the idea of fucking, but hated not to be the one in control. She couldn't really get all her kicks unless she was putting the man down a little at the same time. It had been like that ever since the time with Harrison, and the orgy at the cabin.
The man let his hand slip off her mouth and down over her throat. It lay there lightly, but Billie had the feeling that a scream would be choked off ruthlessly.
"Baby," the voice crooned. "You know what's going to happen, don't you?" When Billie didn't answer, the brutal knee pressed in harder, more painfully. "You know what's going to happen, don't you?" the man repeated.
"Yes," Billie said weakly. "I guess I do."
The pressure of the knee was lessened. "Fine. We've gotten that far. Now let's go a little farther. I'm damned if I can figure out why a girl gets all panicky when she's going to get it under one set of circumstances, and hot and loving when it comes another way."
"If you don't know," Billie said, "I'm afraid I can't tell you."
"If you're real nice," the voice said, "maybe I'll coax you a little, instead of just pulling you down and throwing a cock to you."
His knee rubbed against her cunt. Billie was getting hot and she knew it. "All right," she shrugged. "Coax me a little."
Her skin chilled as the arm around her waist went lower, as she felt the zipper to her slacks being pulled down, as lustful fingers moved across her belly to her cunt.
The slacks, down around her ankles, let chill air brush against her naked legs. She had not worn panties. So she stood there naked from the hem of her blouse, just below her navel, to the shucked-off slacks around her ankles.
"Lift your leg."
She obeyed the command, felt the leg of the slacks pulled off over her sneakers. He paid no attention to the other leg.
One hand rested lightly on her throat while the other caressed each breast in turn, giving special attention to the nipples. And Billie felt a deep inward resentment at the natural result, a result she could not control. The nipples rose and became hard just as Ginny's nipples had hardened against her back there in the narrow niche.
The man chuckled his appreciation of her quick response and proceeded to demonstrate his skill. He pressed the inside of her thigh with his knee until she was standing only on the toe of that foot. Then his hand went lightly and skillfully to work on her pussy. The muscles in her thigh quivered in reaction.
The fingers were a whisper against her sensitive flesh as he picked out nerve ends and touched parts she didn't even know she possessed. He found nerve clusters that reacted like tiny threads of fire and Billie clenched her teeth. Her body couldn't help responding. The man chuckled as he discovered proof that Billie, no matter what the state of her mind, was reacting physically to his expert attentions.
"That's it, baby," he crooned. "Relax; relax and enjoy it."
"Damn you!" Billie spit at him. Damn myself, she thought in despair. Why can't I resist him? She knew the answer. She didn't want to resist. Her cunt wanted his cock.
She was slipping. Then she felt the cold concrete beneath her. Then he was between her legs, his hands cupping her breasts, the head of his prick rubbing her inner thighs.
Billie could feel her tits leaping to meet his caressing hands. She could hear her own moans as her body began to react to the stimulation he was giving it.
He reached out and began to stroke her wet cunt lips, sliding his fingers back and forth, and eventually stopping at her clitoris.
"All right," she said.
"What, baby, what?" he chuckled.
"Fuck me, you bastard!" she hissed. "You know I want it, so go ahead and fuck me!"
He let go of her clitoris and rammed two fingers far up her cuntal passage. She hunched against him and moaned loudly.
"Oh, I'll fuck you all right," he said, "but there's a few other things I wanna do first."
He grabbed her by the hips and raised her up so that she was on her hands and knees. Billie knew at once what he was going to do and it excited her. It also, for some perverse reason, excited her not to know who he was or what he looked like.
Now he was crouched behind her, shooting his tongue in and out of his mouth. It was brushing against her wet cunt lips, driving her to distraction, arousing her lust.
He seemed perfectly content to eat her pussy before fucking her. She was creaming in his mouth already and he was alternating strokes between her cunt and her asshole, driving her even more crazy with lust.
Soon Billie was pleading for it, feeling that she was going to come before he entered her. She reached around and grabbed for his cock, but it was hard to find it and grip it from her position. She was going to have to wait until he decided to fuck her.
In the meantime, he had awakened every tingling nerve in her cunt and her asshole with his tongue.
"Dammit," Billie groaned at last. "Are you gonna fuck me or not!"
All pretense of tenderness was dropped. The man pushed her backward until she was against the hard, cold floor of the corridor, looking upward into pitch darkness. His face was there, close to hers, but she could not see it. She could only feel his hot breath on her face, his mouth hard against hers, his voice choking with sex.
"I'll fuck you all right."
Then he was on top of her. She felt the head of his prick against the lips of her cunt-hole.
Suiting action to words, he drove into her like a bull. His cock was like a rod of liquid fire to her already sensitized flesh. She wanted to cry out, to scream, but he had entangled their mouths and tongues to a point that she was as effectively gagged as if he had been using his hand.
She had to scream! From rage… from pain… from outrage… from delight.
Her scream escaped as a long, shuddering moan. She found his tongue in a sudden frenzy and gripped it with her teeth, but he didn't seem to feel it. Curses were boiling up out of her throat and pouring, garbled, into her mouth.
"You son of a bitch… you prick… bastard…"
"Yeah, baby?"
Her curses were savage endearment and they both knew it as she hunched her cunt up to his plunging prick. Billie was shaking her hips back and forth, her whole body frantically gyrating as she achieved her first release.
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!"