"Wake up, Lisa. Wake up!" Carl said, shaking her.
She awoke in a flash. Her nightmares had been evil. She must have been screaming for him to prod her awake like that. Her heart was hammering wildly and she was drenched in sweat.
"You were having a nightmare. You okay?"
She heard concern in his voice. She reached out and touched his lips. She gently traced the outline of them, then stroked down his neck and rested her hand on his shoulder.
"Yes, I'm fine. It just got to me a little, I guess. Not every day a gal gets raped, you know."
"I know," he said softly. He wondered what else lurked behind that seemingly innocent comment. She was having nightmares, that was to be expected. But he could sense something else in her words. Had she actually enjoyed the rape? It hardly seemed possible.
Whatever it was, he could detect a hell of a lot of guilt and something deeply suppressed.
"Wow, it's spooky thinking about last night. It seems like a million years ago – and only a second ago. Time's all jumbled up in my head."
"Is that all that's mixed up?"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing. You just sound, well, you sound wistful. You make it out to be a rotten experience, sure, but you're also making me think you want to be raped again."
Lisa wasn't sure how close Carl had come to the truth. Damned close, she was afraid. She just didn't understand this side of herself so how could she explain it to him?
"I'll live."
"Sure you will. And I've got something to ask you. This is a rotten time, I know, but I've got to."
"So, shoot. What is it, darling?"
"I finally got that job with Petrox Overseas Oil."
"Oh, Carl, that's marvelous!" she squealed, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him soundly. He'd been chewing his fingernails over his high-paying job for months.
"There's, more. I've got to leave the country. I'm going to be in the North Sea on one of the oil rigs there."
"Y-you won't be here?" Suddenly, she felt abandoned.
"Nope. But you can come with me. I want you to marry me, Lisa. I know it's lousy timing after last night, but the company's shipping me out at midnight. We can just barely get things started. Maybe get married in Scotland, then go on a short honeymoon. How's an old castle sound to you? Maybe a bit drafty, but I've got a perfect cure for that."
He pulled her close and kissed her to show what the cure was.
She tensed for a moment. Lisa didn't want to lose Carl. She liked him, she liked him a lot. But marry him? Somehow, it had never entered her mind. He was good in bed, was well-built and now he had a high-paying job as well.
But marriage?
"Uh, look, Carl. This is too sudden. I just can't make a decision like this."
"I'm afraid you're going to have to, Lisa. But I'll give you some time to think it over. While we take a shower. You're all sweaty and so am I. Let's go work up a real lather!"
They raced to the shower. It wasn't much of a race because Carl let Lisa get in front of him. He loved watching the way her ass wiggled when she ran. It was a cute little circular movement, tantalizing, promising so very much in the way of arousal.
Laughing, she turned on the shower, felt the temperature and adjusted the knobs until it was just right. Then Carl scooped her up in his arms and they both tumbled into the tiny stall.
With the water cascading around them, they [missing text].
The feel of the water stung her smooth skin. She felt every little drop of the hot water as if it were a needle digging into her flesh. And it made her come totally alive. She could forget the world and all the nasty things in it.
All that mattered was the man's lips on hers.
She gripped his body close to her passionately. Her tits flattened against his chest as they hugged one another. Their kiss deepened and tongues began flittering back and forth between their mouths.
Everything was perfect.
She slid her hand up and down the man's back, now slick with the water. When she found the rounded curve of his buttocks, she knew she'd discovered something potentially arousing for both of them.
Her slim fingers dove into the deep crevice between his tightly muscled ass cheeks. Then she stabbed her finger down on the hard ring of muscle that was his ass hole.
He gasped, his tongue pressing hard against hers. She refused to let his mouth escape her. She wanted stimulation all over her body. One little part missed and all this was for nothing.
Her tits were beginning to throb with lust. The nipples were pumping into marble-like rocks of obvious arousal. His mouth on hers kept her tongue fully occupied.
And the hands cupping his as were squeezing gently to let him know how much she needed him.
When her finger worked its way up into his asshole, he gasped. Pulling his mouth from hers, he said, "What you doing back there? Whatever you've got in mind, keep it up!"
"That's your department, darling," she said, hand running down between them. There was no doubt he was keeping it up. His cock had risen to full erection and was jerking with vitality. The water beaded on it to run down into his thick bush.
She wished she could see it. Her hand would have to give her the full message of everything happening to his body. But it was more than equal to the task. Her finger on his prostate gland proved to be a source of complete stimulation for him.
All she had to do was wiggle her finger and he was reduced to moans so incoherent she wondered if he was choking.
He wasn't. He was enjoying. And one thing would make him enjoy this even more. As warm as the water was, he knew a hotter place for his cock.
"Spread those lowly legs of yours. I want to make sure you don't get away from me."
"What? Get away in this tiny stall? And while I still have my finger jammed up your ass? You're crazy!"
But she did as he commanded. She wanted his cock in her. The way it shook with virility gave her immense pleasure. Controlling it, massaging it with the walls of her cunt, those were the things she could revel in. Seeing wasn't a turn-on for her, feeling was.
Her legs parted wide enough for him to dip down, position his body, then shoot upwards like a rocket taking off. His aim was right on target.
They both gasped when his prick blasted into her cunt. The way she was standing, it wasn't quite a straight-in shot. His prick was bent a little by her body. As steel-rigid as it was, having his cock twisted sent a tremor earth-quaking all the way into his pain.
For the woman, she shrieked in pleasure. One second, the only real stimulation she was getting came from the water dribbling all over her body. The next, she was impaled with a single thrust. And that thrust was done by a huge cock.
Her delicate pussy-meat was twisted and pulled apart. The strength fled from her body. She wasn't able to stand any longer. She had to crumple to the floor of the shower stall.
All that kept her upright was the hard spike of cock in her cunt. This caused the prick to dig even deeper into her belly as she sank down. Then the new waves of carnal delight pulsing throughout her gave her added incentive for more sex.
It wouldn't do just giving up and letting him fuck her. She could take a more active role in this wet screwing.
Her finger wiggled in the glove-tight passage of his ass. She felt immediate response. His cock bucked hard inside her cunt. She could control him by the simple use of that finger in his rear. It was as if she had her finger on the trigger of his gun.
He was hers to command.
"Let's move around a little. It's good, darling, but it can be great," she told him.
"Whatever you want."
"Yes, whatever I want!" she repeated, emphasizing her point with another jerk of her finger.
She almost came when his cock began a steady dance inside her twat. The stimulation she was giving his prostate with her finger had to be really turning him into an animal. She couldn't remember when he had ever felt so big, so strong, so powerful in her cunt before.
He started a slow fucking. It wasn't very satisfactory to either of them. Feet slipping, bodies propped against the walls of the shower stall, the strokes were shallow and unsatisfying.
"Wait. Let's do this right," she said. She wrapped a leg around his waist and gasped when she did. Just lifting that leg drove his prick even farther into her belly.
"Now. Now try it. Slow, deep strokes."
She pressed her shoulders back into the corner of the stall. The water showered down on her boobs, stinging, making them feel more alive than they ever had from a man's mouth. Each little jet of hot water was a whip stimulating a separate nerve. Millions of the tiny whips beat into her nipples and took her breath away.
And when he began to move his hips, it was just as she'd thought it would be. He had the leverage now to pull almost all the way out of her cunt, then back in. The backing was slow, deliberate. It built both their desires up gradually.
She kept her finger in his warm anus. The feel of his muscles flowing as he fucked her was an added treat. She seldom got to experience the way his ass tightened and relaxed as his hips pistoned into her twat. Now, that was just part of the big turn-on for the woman.
Her leg rested on the man's waist, wrapped around him like a boa constrictor. When she wanted, she could pull him closer, deeper, farther up her cunt. She waited for the proper time. Now he was merely getting them ready for the payoff.
When she was ready to cum, everything would be perfect.
"Tell me what you see. Tell me everything," she sighed.
"Everything? I don't know, uh, ummm, where to begin." He had to catch his breath as his cock slid into her well-greased slit. The way her cunt opened and closed on him made him sure she could break his prick off at any second.
But what a wonderful place to have it happen! He'd never found a chick with such a tight pussy before. Not even the one virgin whose cherry he'd popped had been this tight. She could grip a man and hang onto his prick without once using her hands. The secret was buried deep up her cunt.
As he discovered every time he balled her.
"I see two luscious mounds of tit flesh. All wet now. The water's running down the slopes and into the canyon between them. Bet it tickles a little. The nipples are cherry red. And I can even see them throb each time your heart beats."
"What else? I can feel the water. And the way the blood's rushing in my head, I can barely hear."
She sighed as she felt his cock burying itself far up into her again. She tensed and relaxed her muscles a little, giving his prick a knowing squeeze. Promising more, he'd be sure to ram as hard and fast as he could – when she wanted it.
"A trim waist. A belly button filled with water." He arched his back a little and peered down at their genitals. "And I see my cock pushing between your pink pussy lips. It's disappearing like you're some kind of magician. Instead of pulling a rabbit out of a hat, you're making my cock disappear."
"Feels good," she said, smiling. "What else? What else do you see?"
"Not much else without breaking my neck. Your leg is pressed close to mine and your other one is pulling me into that lovely twat of yours. God, I can barely keep it in! Balls are gonna blow up any second!"
"Easy, boy, easy!" she said. He couldn't cum yet. She was just beginning to feel the real urges in her body stir. The sexual pressure was building up but it was nowhere near as huge as she wanted – demanded!
Tightening her leg around his waist and using her hidden finger, she pulled him to her. His cock spread her tight cunt walls. She kept him buried balls deep. The way his prick was bucking around, she knew he was telling the truth.
In a few seconds, his cock would erupt.
Working her own hips up and down a little, she began to generate an intense friction in her cunt. Short, quick strokes fanned the flames of her lust. His prick quickly burned away the flow of her fuck fluids and stimulated her sex lips to the fullest.
He was getting into her as best as the confined quarters would let them.
She relaxed as much as she could and let all the sensations crash into her body at once. The water… nipples going to pop… cunt filled with prick… leg around his waist… finger deep up his ass… the flow of his muscular body… his bucking cock… the clit about ready to explode…
"Yes, oh, God, yesss! Now, fuck me as hard as you can, oh, nooow!"
And he started with her urging him on. Her finger drove in and out of his ass, stroking along his prostate. Her leg pulled him back and forth adding to his already powerful thrusts.
And with the water pouring over her, she knew every nerve was totally receptive to the fucking. No tiny parcel of pleasure was going to be missed. Not this time. Not by her.
His strokes lengthened, deepened, began more powerful. Each time he rammed hard into her, they grunted. She knew he was going to tear her apart. His cock seared all along her twat. The huge cock was stretching her inner membrane to the limit.
Their crotches pound together as he stayed buried balls-deep in her cunt. The motion rubbed against her clit. The tiny pea-like organ screamed joy.
She duplicated it with her lips.
"I… I'm cuming! Oh, Chriiiist! Sweet Jesus, yeeess!"
She remembered the feel of his prick surging in and out of her cunt. The water all around her, tickling as it washed over their passionately fucking organs, the stimulation it gave, all this she remembered. Her leg made certain he was striving his hardest. And as she began finger-fucking his ass, he came.
The fire hose of his cock blasted out a steady stream of cum. She filled with the gooey jism as both of them rocked through orgasm.
She let her finger drop from his asshole and relaxed. It was difficult getting her leg planted firmly back on the floor of the shower. The booth was small – the designer had never intended it to be used for such impassioned activities.
Then his depleted cock slipped from her cunt. It was limp now, totally exhausted.
He sighed and said, "I felt as if my guts were going to follow my jizz into you this time. That finger stroking up my ass really got me going!"
"Glad you liked it. And I feel better now, too. Not so lonely."
She shivered in spite of the hot water on her shoulders. A river of his cum was running down the inside of her thigh. She brushed it away but it stuck to her hand, clung with the tenacity of a glue. He laughed. "Here, let me wash you off. After all, honey, that's one reason we came in."
Lisa smiled. "You're right. I do remember, vaguely, that we were going to take a little of the grime off."
"So let's get on with it!"
They busily lathered each other, the sensual feel of hands gliding back and forth without friction stirring both of their lusts again. Unfortunately, there wasn't much Carl could do about it. For a moment, he dropped to his knees and tried eating out Lisa's cunt.
He spat, choking.
"What's the matter? Get a mouthful of soap suds?"
"Yea. I haven't tasted anything like that since my mother washed my mouth out for saying naughty things."
"Just think what she'd wash your mouth out with if she caught you naked in a shower, fucking a chick, trying to eat her out!"
"I don't want to think about it. After all, we're not married." He paused for a moment, then said, "That can be taken care of pretty fast, Lisa. Maybe we can get over to Vegas and get married on the way to New York. By the time we're in Scotland, we'd be on our honeymoon. We wouldn't have to wait at all."
She said nothing. She let the water rinse off the rest of the soap, then quickly stepped from the shower. Lisa briskly toweled herself off to give a few seconds of thought to what Carl was saying.
He was serious about her marrying him. This was the second time he'd mentioned it. Somehow, she'd thought he was feeling sorry for her the night before. It would vanish like mist in the sunlight by morning.
But no, he was still asking her to marry him. "Carl," she said slowly, "I just don't think it would work out for us. I like you a lot. Maybe I love you. I don't know."
"But…"
"But nothing. I think I might love you. I'm not positive. Until I can be sure, I won't marry you or anybody else."
She heard him make a noise she couldn't interpret. It might have been a snort of disgust or a choked off curse. Then he was grabbing his clothes in the bedroom.
Hesitantly, she groped into the room and called, "Wait, Carl. Maybe we can…"
The front door slammed.
It had the ring of finality and she had no idea what she was going to do with him gone.