TITLE    : Billy Ch. 02
STORYID  : billy-ch-02-2
SUMMARY  : Hot coed can't escape her boyfriend's muscular roommate.
AUTHOR   : openyoureyes@lit
DATE     : 2012-10-05
CATEGORY : erotic-couplings
FLAGS    : h
TAGS     : |college|cheating|cuckold|huge cock|gym|domination|seduction|girlfriend|roommate|muscles|


I lay there in a daze, continuing to accept Billy's kisses, and marveling at how long his cock stayed so massively hard inside me -- even as my mind started to race, in shock, at what I had done -- at what I had let him do to me. 



This was not the kind of girl I was! I did not cheat on boyfriends -- and I did not give into fleeting physical attractions with cocky guys who were just looking for a conquest. And I was sure that was all this was with Billy, despite how good it felt to kiss him, and some of the things he had said. In any case, I had serious doubts that I'd want it to be anything more, anyway. I barely knew the guy, after all, and what I did know was largely kind of obnoxious.



And yet here I was, legs spread wide, with his cock buried inside me. 



Oops, no, he was finally starting to pull out, I registered with some disappointment -- watching in awe at the movements of his hugely muscled torso, and stunned anew at the enormity of his still fully erect cock.



It was getting bigger as he was bringing it closer to me, moving it up toward my face and presenting it -- the cocky bastard! -- to my mouth expectantly. Maybe it was his way of emphasizing just how much I had chosen and allowed all this, in the end, but I let him have his final moment of his glory, opening my mouth to let him slide his slick, swollen crown past my lips again, my tongue slathering it lovingly.



As he removed it, I gave him a long, seductive lick down that amazingly thick shaft, and let my tongue stab playfully at those enormous nuts before submitting to him pushing one, then the other, past my lips for some extended rolling around inside my mouth.



And then, as if he'd had his fill of me, he simply stood up, and walked off to his bedroom, leaving me lying there naked. 



A few moments later I heard a key in the door! I sprung up, yelling, "Don't come in!" I was terrified it was Kieran returning early. I scooped up my clothes and dashed off for the bathroom.



Thank God, I realized a few minutes later, as I came out, dressed -- it was only Jared. Billy -- to my surprise and slight hurt -- had left.



I began my private walk of shame toward student health services to get a morning after pill, burning with disgust at myself for what I'd let happen. 



I walked through the rest of the day in a kind of haze, guilt and shame competing for my attention with thoughts of just how hot sex had been with Billy, to the point where I felt myself tingling in places even now, as if I wanted more of it.



What was the matter with me? I already had two massive loads of this guy's cum inside me -- I'd totally let him win, and forever lost something in my potential future relationship with Kieran. Even if he'd never know, I would. And yet, a part of me was turned on by the thought of doing it again.



Well, that thought left quickly that evening at the yogurt place, where I had the misfortune of running into that girl he'd told to leave when he'd seen I was there -- which seemed like such a long time ago now.



I tried to leave unrecognized, but as I walked out, it was hard to escape her stare, and the smirk on her face. "Something funny?" I asked. For some reason, I was unable to just let it go and walk out.



"No. Just... predictable," she smiled, in a not unfriendly way. "Come on, there are no other free tables," she said, pushing out a free chair at her table with her foot. Warily, I sat.



"What's predictable?"



"That Billy's roommate's girlfriend would be cheating with Billy within forty-eight hours after meeting him."



"Excuse me?" I responded with faux outrage, and inner alarm.



"It's okay, honey, trust me, I understand."



"You don't know what you're talking about."



"Oh, I don't? So this morning, you didn't relieve him of his suit pants and get a taste of that big dick -- and a nice high-protein breakfast drink?"



"Disgusting. No. Who told you that?"



"One of Billy's friends, who's been trying to get me in the sack for weeks. I guess he figured it would put me off Billy to hear it. But I'm like, 'Well, duh, she's hot, and he's him, he's going to go there. It doesn't mean anything.'"



"Well it's not true."



"Sweetheart. Relax. Your secret's safe with me."



"I don't have any secrets."



"So you don't mind people knowing that you didn't settle for just a blow job?"



"Didn't settle? How dare you!"



"Is it true or not, that you let him fuck you right there on the living room floor without a condom, took every drop he could shoot, and then licked him clean after?"



I got up and stormed out of there. That was all I could take.



I was nearly in tears as I walked back onto campus, totally enraged. What was I going to do now? Go confront him? Like that would help. Would he tell Kieran, too? Would word spread around?



But the girl -- Shannon -- had chased after me. I heard her call out, and I stopped. "Listen, I'm sorry," she said, as she walked up to me. "That was really rude of me."



"It's not true," I practically sobbed.



She knew it was true. And she gave me a little hug. "The truth is, I was jealous," she said. "He obviously was more interested in you than me. It hurt. I even offered to stay for a threesome and he kicked me out."



"That wasn't what I wanted him to do."



"I know. Believe me, I know how seductive he can be. Trust me. I'm not telling anyone else. And I don't think he will, either. That's not his way. That guy is like his best friend."



I still couldn't bear to admit to this girl that she was right about what happened, but I think my silent tears -- and willingness to accept her hug -- pretty much told the whole story.



I headed home to my dorm room.



The next morning , I decided what I'd do. I'd go surprise Kieran at the airport. He was getting back today. Somehow, I had to make it up to him, without telling him. I had to somehow go beyond what I'd done with Billy -- to erase it, and put it behind me. Kieran called me when he got off the plane and I told him where he could meet me -- the Admirals Club. 



I'd gone to my favorite consignment store and thrown together a sexy flight attendant's outfit consisting of a tiny, royal blue hip-hugging skirt, and a matching vest that displayed a hint of bare belly, and an enormous amount of cleavage. Plus a tiny blue hat and a white neck scarf -- and heels high enough that no girl could ever actually serve passengers in them.



I was perched on the edge of a couch when he entered the room, legs crossed, sipping a soda water, fully aware of the stares I was attracting. I didn't care. I was a woman on a mission.



He did a huge double-take when he saw me, not used to seeing me dress so outrageously in public, and broke out in a huge grin. I got up and took him by the hand, in character now. "Come with me, sir," I said. "I'm sure I know a place where I can make you most comfortable."



I led him into one of their plush private bathrooms and locked the door. I could see he was already tenting his jeans. "We here at American Airlines know that a flight can be stressful, and for a VIP like yourself, we have special procedures for relaxing you afterwards. If you could please just remove your pants, sir, I'll show you what those are."



It was Kieran's lucky day. I was a walking sex fantasy come to life. He wasted no time in pulling his jeans and underwear off, as I slowly unbuttoned my vest, eyes never leaving his. 



He gaped at my naked breasts -- his first-ever sight of them -- as I pulled off the vest, and squatted down before him. He was leaning against the sink counter as I took his erect cock in my hand.



It was such an easily manageable size, I noticed, after what I'd just experienced with his roommate. And I was eager to give Kieran what I'd given Billy -- more, if possible -- to somehow make up for what I'd done.



"Oh my God," he was practically shaking as I wrapped my lips and tongue around the head of his penis, swirling it seductively. I held the base of his shaft with one hand, the other easily cupping his normal-sized balls. 



I had to admit it was almost like being with a boy or something, now that I'd had Billy. And though it was certainly easier to take more of Kieran in my mouth, I felt a little sorry for him as I noticed how much less turned on I was than when I'd gone to town on Billy.



Was I that shallow? Was I really a normal-sized guy's worst nightmare? The hot girlfriend who really was more turned on by a huge cock? The girl you could never quite satisfy with your five or six inches?



I sort of hated myself for this possibility, and told myself it was just because of the illicit thrill of how Billy had seduced me, combined with his hot body in general, as opposed to the size of his dick. I proceeded with my plan -- which was to go beyond the three or four inches of cock Billy had had in my mouth.



I'd done some research online that day about deep throating a guy (which I'd never done before, despite how slutty I probably seem to you). I had practiced controlling my gag reflex, and now I would put it to the test. Billy might have been deeper inside me than Kieran ever could hope to be when he fucked me, but I'd let Kieran push an inch or two into my throat, if possible. And somehow, that would make me feel a little better.



Well, it was easier than I thought it would be, perhaps because of his size, and the fact that I had kind of imagined Billy's cock when I was practicing. Kieran, by comparison, was a cinch. Plus, I didn't have to stay there for long, because I could feel him spasming on my tongue almost seconds after I'd gotten him all the way in there. And though his fluids weren't quite exploding down my throat the way Billy's seemed to, I knew when he'd finished, because he immediately started getting soft again.



I gingerly removed him from my mouth, and proceeded to button up my vest, as I rose to my feet in front of him. "And so, on behalf of American Airlines, we hope you'll fly with us again."



He stared back at me with glazed shock, and incredible gratitude.



But I wasn't done with the payback. After a nice dinner, with me still in the "slutty stew" outfit, we returned to his dorm. I was nervous as hell about running into Billy, and especially scared that he might say something. But I was also determined to somehow offset my recent sins as quickly and fully as possible. And if Billy realized how completely I'd moved on from our little wild romp, so much the better.



We entered the suite holding hands, and sure enough, Billy was on the couch, in a t-shirt and boxers, watching TV. I tried not to notice how good his muscular legs looked, or his cocky grin as he looked over and took in my outfit. "Hey," Kieran said to him, leading me in a hurry toward the bedroom. I didn't look at Billy again as we went, but I hoped he was checking me out in my little outfit, and wishing he could ever have me again. Fat chance.



Kieran was perfectly happy to go to sleep in our old spooning position, but the thought of Billy out there on the couch made it hard for me to fall asleep. So did the realization that sexually, I was still far more Billy's than I was Kieran's. I had to erase that.



I put my hand on Kieran's crotch. He was soft. I turned around, on my side, to face him. I took his hand and moved it up under my t-shirt to touch my bare breast. He instantly started to harden.



"What's... going on?" he marveled at my continued sexual aggressiveness.



"I just missed you while you were gone. And I decided I'd tortured you for long enough."



"Are you sure?"



I nodded, kissing him. 



"Take me, Kieran. I want to feel your beautiful cock inside of me."



It took him less than a second, it seemed, to open his nightstand drawer and find a condom. He was already unwrapping it before I could say anything.



Since I wasn't on the pill, it made sense that he should use one, but of course, I felt such shame that I was carrying around two huge portions of Billy's cum inside of me, and now Kieran was going to use a condom.



But I didn't stop him. Instead, I slipped off my underwear and lay down on my back, as he mounted me. "Oh God, Kieran," I moaned, a little louder and more enthusiastically than was probably sincere in the moment. "Fuck me, baby. God, I love your cock."



Yes, I hoped Billy heard. But I also knew that he probably still felt like he was the winner. So I said the only thing I could think of that would somehow restore Kieran to his rightful place. "I love you baby," I emoted loudly -- the first time either of us had said this to the other.



"Oh my god, I love you too!" he exulted, already losing it inside the condom. 



"That's it baby, cum inside me, fill me up with your cum," I called out. Billy didn't need to know he'd used a condom. I then flipped Kieran onto his back and began to grind on top of him. Despite the fact that he was shrinking quickly, I managed to find an angle and the right pressure to start to move in the direction or orgasm. I didn't quite get there, but you wouldn't have known it from the shrieks I was making...



A couple hours later, Kieran was asleep, but I awoke with a start. Was it all a dream? Had I really done what I thought I'd done? Blown and fucked two guys in the same day? Cheated on Kieran? Oversold our sex like a bad actress, just to make Billy in the next room jealous?



Damn. I had to go to the bathroom. I wondered if Billy was still out there. Should I get fully dressed? Screw it, I decided, putting on just a bra and panties. Let him see what he can no longer have, and will never have again. Let him wish he'd kept his big stupid mouth shut.



I sneaked out into the living room, half hoping he'd be out there, and would watch me enviously.



But he wasn't. 



I listened at the restroom door, to make sure nobody was in there. I didn't hear anything. So I tiptoed in.



As I came back out, I realized I'd been wrong, when I thought the living room was empty. Billy was actually asleep on the couch, still wearing his t-shirt and boxers. I stared a moment at that beautiful body of his, and could feel my nipples tingling ever so slightly at the memory of what we'd done together, and how he'd filled me.



His hand moved to adjust his crotch, and I realized now that he had a huge boner. In fact, as he adjusted it, his massive crown now emerged from under the waist band. It looked like the business end of a dangerous weapon, which I guess it kind of was. He fondled himself a moment, absently, still sleeping. It was really hot to watch. I found my hand wandering down under my own waist band, and finding a quivering wetness there.



I had never orgasmed with Kieran, I reminded myself, and all the stimulation of our sex had left me still wanting more. Yeah, right. I wasn't even believing my own lies to myself anymore. The truth was, despite what Billy had said, despite Kieran and all that had happened today, despite the decisions I had made, a part of me wanted to feel that huge cock forcing itself up inside of me again. A part of me was Billy's now, at least on a deep, dark, animal level that I was not really comfortable with.



My fingers were still in my panties when he suddenly stirred and opened his eyes. I removed them quickly, but I'm sure the image he saw before him pretty much told the story. My nipples were definitely pushing dents into the cups of my bra, and I was standing there, next to naked, staring at him.



"Hi," he said flatly.



"Hey."



"You guys have a good time tonight?"



"Yes. We did."



"I guess what we had... was just a one-time thing. For you."



"Kieran's my boyfriend, Billy. What did you expect?" I moved a little closer so he'd hear me if I whispered. "One crazy moment of weakness and suddenly I'm yours? Is that what usually happens?"



"Take it easy."



He wasn't even bothering to re-adjust himself for modesty, laying there with the head of his erection just sticking out of his shorts like that. I tried not to stare. "No, I won't take it easy."



"What's wrong?"



"What do you think? It's a small campus."



"What's that supposed to mean?"



"It means, when you brag to your fucking idiot pals about your latest conquest, word gets around."



"Brag? I bragged?"



"I got a pretty accurate description of what happened between us from that girl you asked to leave the other day, when I showed up -- who heard it from one of your best friends. In just the kind of words I should probably expect from a guy like you."



"Oh, come on. You know why he told her. He's trying to get her into bed. Trying to convince her I'm this predatory player who brags about every girl I'm with. I'm sure that's the way he put it."



"Yeah, right. Why'd you even tell him in the first place? With every lurid detail?"



He took a pause. I couldn't help but notice that his cock seemed to be growing, with a good couple inches sticking out of his boxers now. God, it looked hot. My brain and ego were furious with him, but the wetness in my underwear told another story. My vagina was wanting him -- was preparing itself to take that big cock again, right now!



I don't know if he sensed this, but what he said next seemed awfully sincere: "Because when the best thing that's ever happened in your life happens, you want to tell your best friend."



Part of me wanted to believe he meant that. But part of me knew it was a line. "Yeah, right. How many girls have you said that to?"



"One. You."



"I'm the number one score of the year, is that it?"



"You really think I'm that shallow?"



"Yes."



"Fine. Don't get to know me. Don't see what might have been. Retreat to your little fantasy. And be another one of those girls who used me."



"Please. I used you?"



"Sure seems that way to me. I'm not the one running away."



He left the words hanging there as he went off to bed.



Well, shit. Now I didn't know quite what to think. But I did know one thing. The next day, when Kieran told me he'd finally been approved for a single room, and was moving that afternoon, I was relieved when he didn't ask me for my key back.



Slow down. Don't judge me. Don't think I just fell for Billy's B.S., and went back there and opened my legs and mouth to him, again. But at the same time, I had to admit, part of my was curious. Was there some truth to what he was saying? I mean, I didn't really believe him. I thought it was more likely that he just had had as good a time as I had, and wanted more. I like to think that one time with me wouldn't be enough for anyone. That it might even be worse than never having had me at all. I know from experience that the possibility of sex with me can do extreme things to guys. But that didn't mean he and I had a future, as a relationship. Plus, I was into Kieran.



But I had to admit that physically, and with his masculine attitude, Billy did kind of turn me on more. Maybe it was the thrill of sneaking around, and the seduction and all that -- or the muscles, plus the big cock, but it wasn't so easy for me to just let it go completely.



It didn't mean I wanted to leave Kieran. I liked our relationship. I didn't see it as having any problems. But part of me... just had to see what else there might be with Billy.



But what was I going to do, just show up there some night, let myself in, and turn myself over to him again? Give him something more to brag about? I didn't really trust myself. If we were alone in the room again, I knew I might get weak. He'd proven he could get me on my knees, and on my back -- and I knew I'd feel even worse about myself if I let that happen again.



I couldn't call him. Too forward. And he didn't know my last name. I wasn't even sure he knew my first name, now that I thought about it.



But I did know one place I might run into him. I'd seen a card for a small private gym on his keys at one point -- the same gym that had been sending me flyers for a free session for some time. I decided I'd check it out. By the looks of his body, he probably spent half of every day there, so I thought the odds were good I might run into him.

<hr pg="2" />I packed two outfits in my gym bag. One extremely modest one to avoid stares, and the other, well... not. I didn't know if I was hoping to seduce him with my looks or just taunt him, but somehow I knew, if I saw him there, I'd be giving him an eyeful.



Sure enough -- as I talked to the girl behind the counter and casually glanced around the place, I spotted him -- back in a corner with the free weights, working out with a couple of buddies. He was wearing a wife beater and cargo shorts -- his incredible torso on full, proud display -- as he stood there watching one of his friends do leg presses.



The other guys were pretty well yoked too, but neither of them had the size or definition of Billy's musculature. From what I could see, and from their body language, I could tell Billy was the "alpha" of the group -- the way he pointed at things, giving them tips; the way they moved with each other as they spotted weights, talked, etc.



There was something oddly exciting about this to me, that even around other big, cocky, powerfully built men -- good-looking athletic guys with jacked muscles -- Billy was the dominant one. In some subtle ways that they'd never admit, probably, they submitted to him. At least, that's what it seemed like. (I knew how they felt.)



I went to change, and it took me about three seconds to decide what to wear. I knew it would be scandalous in this low-key place full of mostly guys, and not too many young females, but I didn't care. I pulled on a pair of skin tight little boy shorts and a sports bra, along with white tennis shoes with a slightly raised heel. I looked in the mirror and decided to let my hair down. I almost laughed at myself. It looked like I was coming here to make guys stare at me. And I guess I was.



As I emerged from the locker room, of course I pretended I didn't notice him (or the hungry eyes of practically every guy in the place). I made my way to some floor mats to do a few yoga stretches.



He was on me within seconds, standing over me, with that cocky grin of his. I saw him in the mirror as I rose up into a downward dog.



"Fancy meeting you here," he smiled. God, I liked his smile.



"Oh, hey," I grinned, in fake surprise. I didn't know if he bought it. He was kind enough not to question why I was really there.



"This your first time here?"



"As a matter of fact, yes. I got a flyer for a free workout, so I figured I'd check it out."



"I'll show you around." As if I had no choice in the matter.



I liked how he took control, and let's face it, this is what I came for -- to be with him. So I got up and followed him, as he pointed out the gym's various features, sauntering around like he owned the place, his buddies glancing our way at one point, and exchanging a knowing glance. Were either of these guys the one he had told about us? I wondered. Or had he bragged to more than cocky jocks how he'd taken me from Kieran, and here I was back for more apparently, his little gym slut?



"You know I'm a licensed trainer, I could give you a free session."



"Like, right now?"



"Why not? I mean, I can tell from your body that you obviously know your way around a gym, but having someone to push you can be good. To help you get a really good pump." He grinned in a friendly way, waiting to see if I would react to his innuendo.



"Well, I certainly love a good pump," I fired right back.



"I noticed."



"But I think I'll do fine on my own."



He shrugged, and pulled off his wife beater. "Damn, it's hot in here." He stuck it in the back pocket of his jams and stood there, showing off his gorgeous torso for my inspection. What was I supposed to do, become hypnotized and do whatever he asked? The truth was, it worked, a little bit. I tried to hold it together as I drank in his ripped chest and core.



"I guess shirts aren't required here?" My attempt to keep things light.



"I know the owner. So if you feel the need to lose yours, I'll smooth it with him."



"Very nice of you."



"I do what I can."



"So let's say I was letting you train me. Where would we start?" He grinned. He'd already won. It was that simple. I didn't want to just give in, but I also didn't really want to go our separate ways.



And so, we spent the next hour working out together, mostly me lifting weights with him spotting and instructing, making sure to be just as close to me as possible at all times, while pretending to just be training me. I tried to keep calm and strong, with him literally inches away from me, for the better part of an hour. It wasn't easy. The chemistry between us was distracting, to say the least.



A couple times he stopped to do some sets of his own, showing off, I think. I had to admit I enjoyed watching him lift weights. He looked really good doing it. So powerful, so masculine...



He started to get comfortable that I was letting him take charge of me in some way here, and the old arrogant Billy returned. "You like my body?" he asked with a straight face. He was actually flexing in the mirror, studying the effect of the bicep curls he'd just done. God, seeing those huge arm muscles pumped and on display like that really did it to me. "You think I look good?"



"Yes, Billy, I think you look good."



"No seriously, the size, the definition of my muscles, does that turn you on?"



"I'm not talking about this."



"I mean, when we were together, at one point you kind of kissed me, all over my chest, my stomach, my thighs, but I didn't know if that was kind of obligatory, or because you were really into my body."



"It's hard to recall," I deadpanned.



"I mean you stayed pretty focused on one area, as I recall, so I felt pretty good that you were into that part of me."



"You really need to stop now."



"Is this making you uncomfortable? "



"Can we be done? I think I've earned a smoothie or something." I was changing the subject, but not completely shutting him down -- clearly I wanted to continue the interaction, and was thus letting him get away with comments like this. He knew he kind of had me.



"Absolutely," he grinned.



We retired to the juice bar and sat together for a few minutes with drinks. People were leaving. It was getting late -- It seemed like they were closing down. "Do we need to go?" I asked. He shook his head no, just as some guy -- I presumed the manager -- called out his name, and then tossed him some keys. "You'll lock up?" Billy nodded. 



The guy followed the last couple of members out, and changed the door sign to "closed." I looked at Billy in a little bit of shock. Just what did he have in mind here?



"What can I say, I'm here a lot," he said. "They trust me. I often close the place down."



"Is it just us?"



"Looks that way. You ready for a shower?"



"Umm... I didn't bring a towel."



"You can use mine."



"Don't you need it?"



"We can share." He was gazing into my eyes now from about eight inches away -- practically burning a hole into my soul, it seemed. I wanted him, on a physical level, but seriously, did he think I was just going to let him fuck me in the gym locker room?



"You really think I'm going to just get in the shower with you, right here at the gym?"



"You'd rather do it somewhere else?"



"Yeah, like maybe back in my dorm. Alone."



"That's no fun."



"You sure have a pair, Billy."



"So I've been told."



"But I'm not here to give you more stories to share with your friends."



"Nobody will ever know. I promise."



"Yeah, right."



"What's the matter? Come on. I know you like me. I'm pretty sure you find me sexy. You seemed to really like kissing my cock."



"I'm still with Kieran."



"For now."



"This is crazy. I shouldn't even be here."



"Alright. I'll go grab a shower. Then I'll walk you home."



And he got up, and headed off to the locker room, leaving me sitting here.



Well, now I had a few choices. I could leave now. I could wait for him, and then leave with him. Or I could go in the locker room and give him what he wanted. Give him what we both wanted, if I was really honest with myself: another go at him spearing me with his outrageous manhood, on the locker room floor if necessary. I could imaging him holding me down, entering me, taking his pleasure with huge violent thrusts that seemed to fill my whole body, and then pumping his manly fluids into me with impunity...



Okay, I had to stop imagining. Because I was really close to just doing it -- becoming his locker room gym slut, the sad addict who can't get enough of Mr. Hung Muscle God, even if it means cheating on her boyfriend.



Eventually I decided that maybe there was a middle ground. Or at least a way to go a little further without fully committing.



He was standing in big open multi-shower room when I walked in, his eyes closed, water cascading onto his huge shoulders and back. He was using his right hand to stroke his huge erection. Yes, he was fully hard, and yes he was jerking himself off. 



It was quite a sight. His body looked so powerful, his cock so huge in its engorged state. The action of him pumping it in his big hand while standing under the water was just super hot to watch.



"Somebody's having a good time," I said, trying to seem relaxed and on top of the situation. He opened his eyes in surprise, hand never leaving his big cock, though he paused the stroking now.



"Thinking of me?" I asked with a smile.



"As a matter of fact... yes."



"Well, I guess I'm the most recent girl you've seen."



"Or had sex with."



"Really? I'm disappointed in you. I would've thought you'd knocked out at least another girl or two since me."



"I'm not always quite what I seem."



"Well, don't let me interrupt you."



"You want to stand there while I finish? Or you want to come help me out?"



That was the question, wasn't it? I realized now that I might have an opportunity -- to get close to him, to get physical again, but to stop short of giving it up again. I could literally finish him, without taking him inside me (much as I would like to do both).



"How about we sit down somewhere?"



He had the water off in two seconds, and was heading toward me, still holding his massive erect cock in his hand. I was practically quaking at the sight of him approaching me, so jacked up and ready to fuck. His eyes met mine. I was so his, if he wanted to take me. I was completely locked in his lair -- and if he so choose, he could have been on my like a jungle cat. What would I possibly do? My skimpy undergarments hadn't stopped him before. My boy shorts could be on his locker room within seconds, with his hugeness finding its home deep up inside of me again, as he held me down, helpless on the floor beneath him...



Okay, I really had to stop letting my mind do that! All he was really doing was taking my hand, and leading me toward a bench by the lockers. 



I noticed a door leading to a sauna across the way. "How about in there?"



He turned on a dime and led me toward it.



It was a nice private room, with wide benches, much more comfortable than by the lockers. The heat was turned off, of course. I guess we'd make our own. 



"I'm not going to let you fuck me again, Billy," I said, mustering my most decisive sounding voice.



"Who said anything about fucking?" he grinned.



"And I'm not going to suck your dick, either."



"Wow, I guess you didn't enjoy the other morning as much as I thought."



He knew that I did. He grinned his cocky grin. "But you can kiss me," I said quietly. 



We were sitting side by side. He leaned in, and I surrendered to that big beautiful mouth enveloping mine again. Oh god, it felt good. His hand went to the side of my bare waist, and I let him, but I was determined it would go no further. As it crept up toward my still covered breast, I stopped the kiss and said, "Please don't." He stopped, as asked.



Meanwhile, though, my hand was moving up his muscular thigh and toward his hugeness. "Ah, that's the feeling I've been waiting for," I said silently to myself as I wrapped my delicate fingers around the base of his enormous shaft.



"Actually, Billy, I really did enjoy the other morning," I whispered between kisses, as I moved my hand up and down the bottom few inches of his shaft, reveling in the feel of that thick powerful pole, and the power I was exerting over it.



His breathing was quickening, loving the sensation, as I began to jerk his big dick in earnest. "I enjoyed sucking your huge, powerful cock," I whispered slowly, really milking it. "And feeling it cum in my mouth. You wish that was happening again?" 



He nodded, really feeling it now, as my hand found the head of his cock for the first time. "You wish I was wrapping my pretty little lips around your manhood again, and letting you pump your fluids down my throat?"



He was squirming, the fantasy words perhaps even more powerful than what I was doing with my hand.



I got down on the floor between his legs now. I'm sure he thought I was about to give him the elaborate tongue bath he wanted, and felt he deserved, but instead I used both hands to apply maximum pleasure to his giant appendage, stroking and caressing him from base to crown.



"I also liked it when you fucked me, Billy," I gushed. 



"Me too, baby."



"When you held me down, moved my panties aside, and forced me to take your big dick so deep up inside of me..." He was really groaning, out of his mind with pleasure at this. "Do you wish that was happening again, Billy? Do you wish you could just take me, right here in the locker room? Do you wish you could fuck my hot little body with your great big cock?"



He nodded, but he also made no move to make it so. Part of me was a little disappointed. But I also liked that he let me have the power here. And I was rewarding him for it, pumping him with passion, my face inches from his crown, begging for it.



"Oh yes, Billy, yes, fuck me, I'm yours Billy!" I shouted, knowing he was close to cumming. 



"Do it, Billy, cum all over my pretty face!"



Boy, did he. With his hands gripping the seat on either side of him, back arching, and eyes closed in ecstasy, his cock jerked in my hands and a huge stream of semen shot onto my cheek. I closed my eyes and mouth, still stroking, trying to hold the raging beast as it pumped thick gushes of cum onto my face and neck, and into my hair.



When he finally stopped I just stayed there, holding his cock. I opened my eyes and watched his, as he feasted on the sight of his cum all over my face. 



"Now I need a shower," I grinned, and headed off to wash his cum off of me.



Believe it or not, I actually felt somewhat proud of myself as I walked home. I mean, of course this was still cheating, but I had taken control of the situation, and not gone any further. Things were at least in a better balance now -- Billy was now the one who had to settle for nothing more than a mere hand job, while Kieran, the guy I was actually dating, got to put his penis further into my mouth than Billy had ever been, and was now getting to fuck me.



I knew that despite all the heat I had sexually with Billy, that was still probably all it was. And I knew that stuff always burns out -- whereas I still felt Kieran had the potential to be something. And it wasn't really fair to compare Kieran to Billy sexually, at this moment, when I was so transfixed by Billy's body. I figured I'd eventually get over that, and Kieran and I could go on to have a wonderful sex life, based on something real -- on love.



That didn't mean I didn't want to see if Billy might possibly be something more, as well, to give it a chance, just in case. But I didn't think it ever would be, and I certainly wasn't going to just leave Kieran to find out. But maybe now I could get to know Billy a little bit on the side, while pulling things back, sexually. 



After a few days had gone by since the gym incident, I did want to find a reason to see him again. I needed to at least give him some method for contacting me. We couldn't use my cell phone, or Kieran might find out. So I set up a private e-mail account I could check online. I just had to let him know about it.



So I went over to his room on a Thursday afternoon, just to leave him that information. That was safe, right? I'm sure you're wondering what I wore. Was I going to show off my body for him again, tempt him, tease him, and set something physical in motion? 



No, I told myself, as I pulled on an old t-shirt, and a pair of jeans. Sure, both were tight, but that was all I had. He probably wouldn't even be home.



He wasn't, to my disappointment. I had to decide whether to just leave the information on his pillow or somewhere. That seemed desperate, like something some other girl might do. I decided to wait a few minutes and see if he showed up. I didn't want to wait out in the common area and be discovered by Jared (who had taken Kieran's room, gratefully, after he moved out), so I ducked into Billy's room and closed the door. 



Of course I was a little curious, so I snooped around a bit. Nothing too exciting to be found. There were some XXL condoms in his nightstand drawer. Funny how he didn't bother to use one with me. But I guess in all fairness, if he'd stopped to get one, he might have blown his shot (no pun intended). He probably only used them when a girl insisted.



I had the box in my hand when I heard the door open. I dropped them quickly into the drawer, and turned to see Billy standing there. He didn't even question my presence. "Would it make you more comfortable if I used protection next time?"



"Ha ha," I responded, trying to laugh it off.



"You want me to model one for you?"



"No. I just came here to... here." I thrust the piece of paper in his hand with my e-mail address on it. "If you want to contact me."



"Why would I need this, if you're just going to let yourself in my room whenever you want me?"



"That's not what I'm doing! And I'm not going to do this again."



"Why not?"



"Will you just... email me, if you want to reach me?"



"Sure. Hungry?"



"That depends. What are you going to suggest?"



"That I take you out to dinner."



"Oh."



I didn't exactly want to leave, and that did sound nice. He didn't wait for me to answer, pulling off his t-shirt to change into something else. God, the guy was shameless. I checked out his muscular torso for a lovely moment or two while he selected a button-down. Then he unsnapped his jeans.



"Uh, excuse me?" I said.



"Oh, come on, don't get modest now," he grinned, dropping them and stepping out of them. He had on briefs this time, and God, did his ass look amazing. I'd never really seen it before, up close like this, from this kind of angle. "You need a front view, too?" he asked, turning so I could see the enormous package contained within.



"That's okay, I'm good," I responded, trying not to look there. He shrugged and pulled on some different pants.



You'd think dinner would be a less sexually charged, getting-to-know-you experience, but it didn't quite work out that way. He chose an isolated semi-circular booth in the corner of a very dark, clubby Italian place with few other people around, and his main goal for the dinner seemed to be trying to see how far I'd go with public displays of affection.



He sat pushed up right next to me, his arm around me, hand grasping the side of my waist possessively as the waiter took our order. Then he insisted on feeding me a breadstick. Real subtle. He probably wanted me to swirl my tongue on the end of it, but instead I took a sharp bite, which made him smile.



He removed his arm, getting the hint, and tried to engage me in conversation. I could see it wasn't exactly his strong suit. His eyes practically burned a hole in mine as he listened to me, and it made me nervous just to be sitting with him. Something about his physical presence so turned me on, that it didn't really matter what either of us said. And so, when he leaned in for a kiss in the middle of me talking about something or other, I didn't hesitate to stop, and accept it happily.

<hr pg="3" />After dinner, of course, he wanted me to go back to his room with him. I'm sure he must have felt after the hand job in the locker room and now buying me dinner, that I'd at least be taking more of his cum down my throat tonight. If not actually trying out the XXL condoms. But I really did want to stick to my plan. 



On the other hand, I didn't want the night to end now. As we approached his dorm, I told him that I needed to take a step back, physically. "I want to still see you, to... get to know you..." I stammered. But it needed to be at my pace.



"Because you have a boyfriend?"



"I shouldn't even be going to dinner with you."



"Alright. I get it. Well, I think I'm ready for bed."



He was ready to say goodnight. I wasn't.



"I could maybe... keep you company... just for a few minutes."



"In bed?"



God, this guy just laid it out there. I decided to give it right back.



"Maybe you need a little spooning to get to sleep."



He just looked at me, and I swear, his eyes traveled down my body, as if weighing whether it was worth it to commit this evening to a girl who probably wouldn't put out, when he could easily call several who would. At least, that's what I imagined he was thinking.



"Okay. That sounds nice," he finally said, as if I'd offered to buy him a latte or something.



Back in his room, he started getting ready for bed. Again, the shirt came off, and the pants. As his thumb went for the waist band of his briefs, I tried to stop him. "Please. You're not making this easy."



"I thought you were going to spoon me so I can fall asleep."



"Uh huh." It sounded so ridiculous when he said it like that. But that is what I had offered.



"Well, I sleep naked. I hope you're not going to stay in those jeans."



And with that, he dropped his briefs. I glanced quickly in the direction of his crotch. His cock was totally soft, hanging straight down, and still, I had to admit, a little bigger than Kieran's biggest hard-on.



I unzipped my jeans. He headed into the bed. God, what was I doing? Who was I kidding? I turned off the light, and unsnapped my bra, pulling it off through the sleeve of my t-shirt, which, along with my thong panties, was all I wore, as I climbed into Billy's bed. We could still see each other a little bit in the moonlight through the window, as he lay on his side facing away from me, really taking my offer literally.



I was practically shaking as I got in bed with him. Where was this going to go? Could I resist letting him have me again? My nipples were achingly erect, my mouth dry, my panties moistening as I snuggled up behind him, pressing my breasts into his broad back, and my smooth legs into the back of his. My arm went around him, and he took my hand in his. We lay there for a minute, breathing together, the tension thick.



I squirmed around a little, incredibly turned on, my legs sliding back and forth against his. He took my hand and placed it on his cock, which was now shockingly, hugely erect. I practically gasped as he did so. He held it there a moment, and I enjoyed the feeling of his powerful organ. But when he removed his hand, I moved mine to his muscled midsection. "Just spooning, remember?" I whispered.



"So... no kissing? I always sleep better after a kiss goodnight."



My body felt like it was on fire for this guy. Yes, I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted him to do a lot more to me. 



"One kiss," I said. What was I doing? We both know how that turned out last time.



He rolled over to face me. He took my face in his hands. And he gave me a slow, lingering, romantic kiss.



My legs were quivering. I think I was close to tears. "It's okay," he whispered, putting his hand on the small of my back and pulling me gently, lovingly closer. I was conscious enough to imagine what his plan was -- to press his hardness against me, and just assume I'd surrender.



He went a step further than I expected, pulling out the bottom of my t-shirt slightly so that he could slip his erection under it, and then press it against the bare skin of my stomach.



God, it felt so good there, that huge powerful cock gently sliding forward until its crown touched the bottom of my left breast, those massive nuts resting on the soaked triangle of my underwear.



"I've been dreaming about you," he whispered. "What we did in the locker room was so hottt..."



"I can't, Billy," I stammered, between slow kisses that were even hotter than what we'd enjoyed the first time. 



"Was all you were saying in the sauna just a lie then, to get me off? You really didn't like being with me?"



"I liked it, okay?"



"A lot?"



"Don't make this even harder."



"Just tell me how much, and then we can go to sleep. Tell me how much you still want me."



I decided to give him that much, and take him at his word. And to put into words what I was really feeling.



"I love your body and I love your huge cock. You turn me on so much. I loved sucking it and swallowing your cum, and when you fucked me... it was out of this world."



He grinned at me, face inches from mine, cock still pressed against me. If he'd wanted, he could've had me again, right there, regardless of what I was saying. We both knew it. My underwear couldn't stop him. I couldn't stop him. What he wanted -- what we both wanted, physically -- was for him to drive that massive organ up into me, to take me over again, to make me his. 



I could sense that he was considering doing just that, regardless of what I had said. After all, I was here in his bed willingly, and we'd done it once before. No jury in the world would convict him. He could easily use his superior strength to just hold me down and take his pleasure in me. I trembled at the thought of him deciding to do just that. In seconds, he might be inside of me again. Part of me wanted it. Part of me didn't. 



Instead, all he said was, "I thought so, too." And rolled over to go to sleep.



God I liked that I had this power over him, and that he stopped when I said to stop. Despite what my body was feeling now, which was disappointment. It made me want him that much more. 



As one last little reward -- and I guess a test for both of us -- I slipped out of my t-shirt, and pressed my now naked breasts into his back. My arm went around him, and this time, my hand willingly found his huge cock. I caressed it a moment, lightly, and then let my hand rest there, as we fell asleep.



When I awoke, I don't know how many hours later, it was morning, and I was still pressed up against him, and my hand was still on his cock. And it was still hard. I knew he'd probably gone soft during the night and then hardened again, but still, I couldn't help but marvel at this. 



He was asleep. I lightly tickled his shaft with my fingertips, and then moved down to his huge balls. He woke up. He turned his face to see mine, and smiled. "Good morning."



"Good morning," I said.



I remembered that he'd also had some lubricant in the condom drawer, which was on my side, so I opened the drawer and took some out. I squirted a gob into my hand and returned it to his cock. I gripped it firmly, and slid my greased palm all the way up and down the shaft.



"Oh, godddddd..." he exulted at the lubricated, more serious stroking I was now giving his massive organ. He rolled onto his back and lay there, hands clasped behind his head -- a guy who was obviously used to girls worshipping his cock, while he just lay there and enjoyed it. 



I lowered my mouth to his for a kiss, as I worked his shaft with wanton lust for him. He checked out my tits, nipples having gone to attention about ten seconds ago. "Your breasts look really nice," he said.



"Thanks," I replied.



I enjoyed the look on his face as he tried to hold it together -- out of his mind with pleasure from what my hand was doing. "I liked the way you kissed them, the other day. A lot."



"You did?"



"You want to kiss them again?"



"I'm good." He grinned. The cocky bastard. I ignored him. I was too turned on. I moved my engorged left nipple toward his mouth. He accepted it eagerly.



Oh God, now I might be the one who cums first! I practically squealed at the feeling of his aggressive nipple kissing. I was about three seconds away from settling myself down on that raging hard on and letting him have me again.



Instead, I summoned all the strength I could, and lay back down on my back next to him. I used one hand to stroke his shaft from that position, while using the other to take care of myself. We looked into each other's eyes as I drove myself to the brink in about ten seconds, screaming his name. He just grinned, still rock hard and containing himself from what I'm sure was now an even more powerful urge to climb on top of me with that huge slickened cock, and re-introduce my pussy to its biggest visitor ever.



Again, he could have done it, and I would be helpless to resist him. My wetness would welcome his massive intruder and provide a warm and loving home for it, and the cum it would shoot so powerfully and deeply. But he controlled the urge to take me that way. 



"I liked how you used both hands the other day," he whispered.



Yeah, I'll bet he did. The truth was, I might have liked it even more than he did. I grabbed some more lube and got both hands nice and slick. Then I knelt between his legs, over him, and wrapped both hands around his shaft, twisting them back and forth in opposite directions. "Like this?" I asked innocently. He nodded. 



I combined the twisting with some up and down stroking, my top hand giving his crown plenty of love, and I could tell he was close to losing it. I got in closer, watching the action, fascinated. 



"Oh God, Billy, cum in my mouth, I'm gonna swallow every drop of you!" 



It was just talk, and he knew it. I was holding his cock in a position pointed more toward his own face than mine. But it did the trick. Again I felt his hardness begin to quake in my hand. I reveled in the sight and the feeling, as he began to shoot -- his first burst of semen literally hitting the bottom of his chin.



God it was exciting to hold this spasming organ and to get to direct its eruption, onto him this time. I marveled as thick streams of semen just gushed violently out of it, the first several reaching his neck and chest. Then I pulled his cock more upright so it shot like a fountain, its gushes of semen arcing up into the air, and landing on his stomach and pecs. When he finally subsided, his torso seemed like it was covered in cum. 



I was so turned on that I couldn't help myself -- I lowered my mouth down and gave the head of his cock an enthusiastic kiss, tasting that cum I'd so eagerly ingested the other day. Mmm. I then licked some off his abs, tongue-fucking his belly button for a moment. What was happening to me? I didn't know, but I loved the feel of my lips against his skin, and I just started going crazy, kissing all over his cum soaked torso, my tongue greedily lapping up his fluids wherever I found them, working my way up to his neck and finally his chin, which I cleaned with one last lick. 



On top of him now, I rubbed my naked breasts and stomach all around on him, taking his wetness onto my own skin. Maybe the fact that he'd already cum gave me confidence that things would end without me getting fucked again, even if I did this. I gave him a final kiss and told him I had to get to class.



A few seconds after I entered my dorm room to grab a quick shower, there was a knock on the door. I opened it to see Kieran standing there. Waves of guilt immediately flooded over me. But he was smiling -- unaware, of course. "Morning! I thought I'd walk you to your first class."



"Oh... great!" I tried to smile and act natural. "I was just going to jump in the shower."



"You look hot..." he said admiringly, as I noticed with some panic that he was moving in for a kiss. My roommates were evidently gone.



Normally I'd be happy to respond in kind, but I was literally not twenty minutes past licking Billy's cum off his chest, and somehow it just felt beyond wrong. I mean, I could literally still taste him in my mouth.



But Kieran was moving in, and I couldn't very well shirk away, without causing a bigger issue. So I accepted the kiss, trying to keep it short and sweet. But his arms went around me, and he pressed into me. It felt good, and I gave in a little, opening my mouth to him. He responded with an enthusiastic "Mmm" as his tongue found mine.



God he wouldn't be saying that, if he knew where my tongue had just been! I wondered if he could even taste Billy's cum. The thought of it electrified me in some way, even as it caused me massive guilt. Instead, he just said, "You taste good..." and I found his hand moving up under my shirt.



The fact was that it felt good, but there was no way I could let him go further right now, given the situation. But before I could protest, he had my shirt up over my bra and was kissing my stomach, which of course, had just been sliding against Billy's cum-soaked midsection, and gotten a nice coating of its own.



But Kieran was none the wiser, really getting into it, moving toward my breasts, reaching to unsnap my bra. "He's literally taking Billy's cum in his mouth," was all I could think, and he's loving every second of it. God, this was wrong! And yet somehow, I was getting incredibly turned on.



But I had to get to class. And Kieran, ever the gentleman, slowed things down when I asked him to, and helped me get my stuff together. And then he walked me, like a good boyfriend, across campus.



All that day I couldn't help thinking about Billy's hot body and the feel of that mighty cock in my hands. I had to see him again. I couldn't just wait for an e-mail from him (I checked, and none had come). So during a break in the afternoon, I found myself wandering in the direction of his dorm -- wearing a fetching little dress that Kieran had picked out for me to wear that morning.



But as I approached from a distance, I saw something that made me stop short. Billy was coming out of the building. And he was holding hands with some chick. A tall, deeply tanned brunette with long, thick hair and gorgeously shaped legs, which she showed off in a miniskirt and six-inch wedges. 



Billy pushed her against the wall, her legs spread in acquiescence to him as he pressed his crotch into hers, kissing her hard. As he broke the kiss, her hand went to his crotch, and then she squatted down and gave it a kiss! Then, with a wicked grin in his direction, she strutted off.



I hid behind a tree, in shock, as Billy went back inside. 



I mean, I knew he probably had lots of girls, and obviously he and I weren't "dating," per se, but he'd gotten an amazing hand job from me THAT MORNING! I'd licked the cum off his body, and now he had apparently already fucked someone else, the same afternoon?



I felt sick to my stomach. 



And yet, what did I expect? He was obviously after one thing, and I was giving it to him, whether in small doses or large. He didn't care. I was one of many. 



That night I took Kieran out to dinner, and I made a point of going back to his room with him. I spent a good half hour on my knees before him as he sat on the bed -- sucking, licking and kissing his cock, while doing everything I could to prevent him from cumming too soon -- which wasn't easy, as he was really sensitive, and I really turned him on.



Okay, being totally honest, I did think about Billy's cock from time to time as I did so. What do you want from me? I mean, seriously. And when Kieran put on a condom -- after first asking me if I was really sure I was okay with going all the way -- I closed my eyes for a moment and imagined it was one of those XXLs, on that cock I'd jerked off only that morning. 



As he pushed up into me, I hated myself for thinking it, but in my mind it was Billy who was inside me -- as upset with him as I might be. Kieran came in about thirty seconds, and we fell asleep together.



The next day, I was yet again debating about whether I would ever see Billy again. I mean, who was I kidding? We had one kind of chemistry - physical. Sure, we had it in spades. But he had it with lots of other girls, as well. Even if he were to commit to me, what would be the point? 



I checked my email. He'd sent me one, just seconds ago. "Yesterday morning was nice. Really, really nice." That was it. 



I hammered out a reply: "How was your afternoon? She looked 'nice' too." Send.



I refreshed my browser about ten times, until I saw he'd replied. "Come again?"



I typed. "I saw you kiss her goodbye as I was walking toward your dorm." Like I was some innocent virgin shocked that a guy could like other girls.



His reply was fast. "Didn't know you'd have a problem with that, seeing as you have a boyfriend."



My reply was faster. "I have no right to have a problem with it, it just goes to show that this is not something I should be doing, because it gets confusing, as a girl, the feelings and such, which I'm sure you don't share at all, and maybe it would be better if I just lost your key, and you lost my email."



If I was strong, I'd have shut down the computer then and really acted on it. But of course I didn't. I waited for his response. It came. "I do share them. I want to be with you. If I was, there'd be no one else. It hurts to hear you say that." Yeah, right. It hurts. You'll get over it, big guy. 



But at the same time, I kind of wanted to believe him. That if had me, that would be the ultimate. All he needed or wanted. I guess it was my ego. But I liked hearing those words.



It didn't change anything else though. I really thought I should stop this madness. I didn't reply to his email. I decided to turn my attention to other things. Days went by. I moved on, mentally. But my body hadn't. I still ached for him, on some level, and dreamed of him -- or at least of his physical presence, his masculine power.



Eventually, I went back to his gym. The truth was, I was looking for a good place to exercise, and it had everything I wanted. Even without Billy. This time, I kind of hoped I wouldn't run into him. So I was relieved when I got there, and he wasn't there. That didn't mean I didn't wear a tiny pair of shorts and a cropped t-shirt, just in case. Somehow with this guy I always wanted to look hot, even if I thought we were completely done.



Well, I didn't have to wait long. He strutted in with his homies about a half hour into my workout, alpha male-ing it across the floor toward the locker room, not noticing me at first. While he was in there, my mind flashed to what we'd done in that same place, and how dirty and wrong it was. And how hot.



When he came out, I made sure to be working a machine well within view of the locker room. Pathetic, right? Whatever.



He smiled when he saw me and walked over, his jacked upper body bursting out of a skin-tight t-shirt. I just kept doing my exercises, trying not to get ruffled by his presence standing over me, watching. "Nice form," he said. "And the way you lift the weights is good, too." Ha ha.



The truth was, I didn't want any more drama. This was really tormenting me, this whole thing. I kind of wished he didn't exist. 



But he was standing there, looking at me: "I didn't hear from you after my last e-mail. That made me sad."



"I'm sure you found someone to dry your tears."



"Uncalled for. But understandable."



"I think this time I just need to work out alone."



"Cool."



He walked off. That was it. 



I watched from a distance, over the next half hour or so, as he lifted weights and laughed with his buddies, like nothing was wrong.



I decided that was fine with me, and finished my workout, then headed into the locker room. 



I knew I hadn't seen too many women in the gym today, but I was surprised to find that there wasn't a single one in the locker room. It was a small place, so I guess it wasn't all that shocking, but I decided to go ahead and shower, which I normally wouldn't do in public.

<hr pg="4" />The water felt good as it pounded my bare skin. I closed my eyes and breathed it in, luxuriating in having the six-shower area all to myself. Well, maybe this was it. I'd seen Billy, I'd said no to him, and he had moved off. I'd been strong. Perhaps it was over. I was a little disappointed, but I also felt proud of myself.



When I opened my eyes after a few minutes of introspection about this, I was shocked to see that Billy was standing there, watching from about ten feet away.



I instinctively turned away, covering my breasts with my hands. Yeah, like they hadn't been soaking in his cum a mere days ago.



"What are you doing in here?"



"Watching."



"Well, stop."



"Stop just watching?"



"Billy, this isn't cool."



"You're right."



He stripped off his t-shirt. For seemingly the hundredth time in the short period since I'd met him. 



"Don't worry, I locked the door," he said. "No one will disturb us."



"What do you think you're doing?" 



He was unbuckling his cargo shorts, that's what he was doing. I couldn't think of anything else to say. He dropped them to the floor and walked toward me. 



I just stood there, dumbfounded. Turned on, as always, by his physical presence, by the look of his body, even by his attitude. But I wasn't going to just let him take me, right here! I had decided we were done. And I was going to stick to that.



"I'm not okay with this," I stammered. He'd never forced himself on me before. I was a little freaked out.



I saw now that he was headed to the shower opposite mine. He turned it on. 



"What, to me showering?" he asked innocently. 



I just watched as he adjusted the water temperature a moment. "The pressure's so much better in here than the men's, or so I've been told." 



He moved his ripped nakedness under the water, and let it wash over him. "Ah, it's true."



What did he think, that I'd check out his hot body for a few moments and decide I had to have him again? No. I wasn't going to do that. 



I debated leaving. I was basically done showering anyway. But God, he did look good, ignoring me now as he wetted down his short, thick hair, his eyes closed as he felt the warm water. But I'm sure he was fully aware that I was watching him.



This time his cock wasn't hard, and that didn't change when he started to soap it up. I just stood there, pretending to still be showering, trying not to obviously watch him. He looked over at me: "God, that was fun last time we showered in the same place," he grinned. "I guess those days are gone."



"I guess so." I wasn't bothering to cover myself now. What was the point? I continued to rinse, far beyond what was necessary. 



He watched, and I noticed his cock begin to rise. Uh oh.



"I guess we're back to how we started," he said. "Where you don't touch me. And the most I get is to jerk off looking at you, dreaming that I could be so lucky..."



This wasn't going to work this time, his whole "woe is me, you're out of my reach" act.



He looked at me. Those eyes. "Do you mind?" He was seriously asking if he could jerk off while watching me shower. He had his cock in his hand, staring at my naked body. And it was rapidly hardening into its amazing hugeness again.



I just stood there silently, frozen in indecision. I knew this could lead nowhere good. I needed to leave, right now. I needed to shut him down. But since I didn't, I guess that made it clear to him that I didn't mind. Because he began stroking himself as he stared at me, looking me up and down lustfully. 



It was really hard not to gape in wonder at the sight of him jerking that huge thing. I continued to stand there as his visual stimulation, pretending to continue showering, trying not to stare. After a moment, I realized I was kind of posing for him, enjoying what my looks were creating in his body. I even found myself moving in slightly stripper-y kind of way, playing into it, gyrating a little bit, using my hands to apply just a little more soap to my breasts -- all while acting as if this was all part of my showering process, as if I was oblivious to what he was doing.



What was I doing? Well, I suppose if he just came while watching me, that could be the end of it. It might be a nice ramping down of what we'd enjoyed together.



But of course, I was getting really turned on. I made peace with the fact that I wanted him, physically, no matter what decision I had made. I didn't want to just see him jack himself to orgasm. I wanted to feel it happen inside me. At least, my body did. 



Alright, fine. I can live with that, I told myself. It doesn't mean I have to give into it. 



I peeked again at his muscled torso, and realized somehow that my hand was cupping my breast and fondling my swollen nipple. I was facing away from him, so he couldn't see this. God, my pussy was aching to be touched. Furtively, I let my other hand wander to it. I didn't want to be too wanton with the gesture, and give him the wrong idea (or the right one). 



My body jerked a little when my fingers found my eager folds, and went inside them. I just had to give myself a little pleasure. I looked over my shoulder. He was watching me intently. But he couldn't see exactly what I was doing. I let my fingertip travel to my aching clit. I shuddered at the sensation that shot through my body as I did so. 



I turned to see if he had noticed this. And he was upon me -- pushing me up against the wall!



"No, wait, Billy, don't!" I cried out, but he was so strong, pressing his chest against me, while his hand grasped my left thigh from underneath and lifted it, so that my foot came up off the ground. Meanwhile, he used the other hand to direct the head of his huge cock to my pussy!



"Stop, stop, you can't..." I breathed, in my firmest voice. Sure I was conflicted and a part of me wanted this, but I meant it. He had to stop. He'd always backed off when I'd said to before. But that massive cock head was splitting the lips of my vagina, pressing insistently forward, stretching me apart, and moving up into me!



God, this was the feeling I had been longing for, but goddamnit, how he could just take me like this! His huge hands were clasping both of mine, now, holding them against the wall on either side of my face, as I did my best to tell my brain to tell my mouth to form sentences that would hopefully take control of the situation. I was not okay with this! Meanwhile, my body processed the shock, the outrage, and also the deep pleasure at his incredible hardness and thickness sliding into me, penetrating me.



"Billy, I said no, you have to stop," I somehow managed to say. But there was no telling him no this time. He was going to fuck me, and there was not a goddamned thing I could do to stop him! "Are you hearing me?"



"Yeah, I've heard you," he said, pushing inch after inch of his hardness up into me, violating me, stretching me apart, holding me there pressed against the wall with his huge powerful body. He already had half his shaft sheathed up inside of me -- about Kieran's length, although of course so much thicker -- and he was enjoying the sensation terribly as he slowly, agonizingly, continued the penetration. "I've heard how much you love my big cock, how you loved sucking it, and loved getting fucked by it."



"But I told... you... no..." I quaked with the outrage of what he was doing, out of my mind with the sensation caused by seven, eight, nine inches of thick cock that was now moving up into me. "You have to stop, Billy. You can't..."



It was like I was talking to a wall. A tall, muscular, gorgeous wall, who was forcing his gigantic manhood so forcefully into me, that it literally took my breath away. Had I really taken that whole cock inside me once before? It seemed impossible now, unthinkable that I'd ever experienced being so completely filled, so thoroughly impaled. I opened my mouth in absolute shock at the sensation, and I noticed that the leg that was off the floor was wrapping itself around him, holding on for dear life.



Of course, he probably took that as a sign that my body was saying "yes," and of course it was, in a way -- my feminine center was yielding to him in utter surrender, allowing his onslaught, and eagerly accommodating every inch of his unbelievably big cock. 



Soon, he was fully inside me again, balls deep, and I was out of my mind with a combination of furious outrage, and near-orgasmic ecstasy. As for Billy, he was utterly reveling in conquering me in this primal, animal way. His one hand went to my throat now, encircling it and lightly squeezing, just barely this side of "out of control", as his other began to wildly fondle my naked breasts.



He'd released my hands, but what could I do? I let them rest lightly on his back, a sign to him, I'm sure, that I was now willingly participating, even pulling him in (like he needed any help). He was triumphantly fucking me, now, thrusting in and out, with long, powerful strokes. My butt was pressed hard against the wall, and climbing up, inch by inch, with each powerful in-thrust of his.



I was babbling incoherently now -- "No, you can't... fuck me... your cock... Billy... no..." as he pushed me up the wall a few more inches, until my other foot also left the ground. I was suspended against the wall, pinned by him, and literally being fucked up it. 



Now I had both legs bent at the knees and wrapped around his thighs, holding on for dear life, as he thrust in and out of me with a glorious animal rage.



My lips were still saying, "Please, Billy, you can't," but my body was saying, "I'm orgasming on your great big cock," which I was. But rather than wait for me to finish, he grabbed me around the waist and set me down on the shower floor, on my back, still buried to the balls inside of me, and continued to fuck me like an animal. It was dirty, it was rough, and it was him completely overpowering me. And a big part of me was reveling in it.



I knew he was not going to stop short of cumming inside me, either -- he hadn't before, why would he now? But still I tried: "Please, you have to pull out before you finish..." I couldn't keep taking morning after pills. And poor Kieran! 



But Billy was a machine. And I was just going to have to take it. What I secretly lusted for -- or not so secretly -- I was getting. A fucking beyond all reason. 



And he wasn't going to take his release quickly and easily. Now that he'd taken me, he was going to really take me, and I would have to just surrender completely to his ravaging.



And so I submitted as Billy pulled out of me, but grabbed me roughly by the hand and walked me over to the lockers. He pushed me down onto a bench, on my stomach, so he could mount me from behind, and feed those twelve inches into me again like the conqueror he was. I held onto the bench for dear life, with both arms, as he thrusted up into me like a monster, letting out groans and cries of an animal in heat. I knew I was his, and there was nothing I could do or say to stop him.



Finally he sat me on the edge of the sink counter, facing me. I put my hands behind me on the counter, leaning back, surrendered, as he plowed into me, my legs wrapping around him again as his mouth feasted on my engorged tits. I was screaming, crying, and cumming as he slammed me up against the mirror, finally climbing up onto the counter with me, forcing every last centimeter of that massive cock as fully and completely into me as it would go.



He looked me in the eye, this fucking far too rough for any kissing, and just seethed, "I'm going to blast my fucking cum into you, and there's nothing you can do to stop me." 



I was past protesting, in a state beyond anything I'd ever experienced before, so completely and thoroughly skewered and dominated.



Now his lips did find mine, and he positively exploded inside of me, with an orgasm that made all others pale in comparison. I felt every spasm, every jerk of that huge cock that was so improbably squeezed into my body, and which was firing its cum with such force and power and volume into me. His hand went to my throat again, pressing me firmly against the mirror, staring into my eyes with a kind of madness as he pumped away inside of me.



This time, when he pulled out, there was no extended kissing, no sweet words, and no clean up on aisle three. He grabbed his shorts and was out of there, leaving me splayed out on the sink, filled once again with his cum. Electrified but defeated, satisfied and yet outraged, and wondering if I ever would be the same again. 

