Illianya snapped into consciousness with a rough slap across her face.
"Wake up slut," Trevor growled into her ear. She could feel her body rocking back and forth. Her entire body wet. Her neck was bent at a sharp angle and she felt a crick developing. Her shins were pressed flat against a wall, ankles rubbing against both butt cheeks. She winced as her knees tapped against the solid plastic.
Dazed she tried to sit up, but a large weight on her chest kept her pinned to the floor. She cracked open her eyes but was forced to screw them shut as rushing water poured from above. Another burst of pain on her cheek as Trevor slapped her.
"What the fuck, Trevor?" she began to yell, but his hand shot forward and muffled her.
"What was that Tryx?" she heard one of the girls shout over the downpour of the showers.
"What?" the other girl yelled back.
"What? another responded.
Illianya held her breath, freezing in fear as she remembered where she was. She waited for the girls to find her out, but no more inquiries were made.
The rhythmic motion against her chest continued. Trevor was still rock-hard, furiously pounding his shaft between her pillowy breasts. She moaned into his hand as her half-cog nipple shields were tweaked; a large palm encasing her breast, kneading it.
He pulled at her piercing and the pain sent cascades of pleasure through her bosom, causing her to wriggle beneath him. Removing his hand from her mouth, he gripped a handful of her breasts and squeezed them together, pace increasing.
Hot breath tickled her nose as Trevor leaned closer. She opened her eyes; his body shielded her from the raining water. They were cramped into the small shower-she lay on the floor, wedged between the walls and Trevor kneeled above her chest, cockhead lunging out from between two chestnut hills.
The sight of his throbbing member caused a surge of water to flow from her dam. Heat built to immeasurable levels. Her ears tingled, and toes scrunched. Sub-consciously, she licked her lips; the mere sight of it was mouth-watering.
Suddenly, a torrent of cum erupted from his cock, coating her face in the warm, gooey liquid. Hungrily, she lapped up globs that landed within tongues reach. Savoring its salty taste, she let it sit in her mouth a moment before swallowing; he had denied her the treat when he had so forcelly sunk himself deep into her throat. The pressure squeezing her breasts subsided and he let them fall away from his cock. Against all logic it still shone bright red, engorged and eager for more.
"Skewer me Trevor, fill me up and fuck me hard. Make me scream. I need you inside me," she whined, staring up at him with pleading eyes.
He grinned wide, showing his canines. Grabbing underneath the arch of her back, he shimmied against the other wall and drug her feet out from behind him. They shifted slowly, lust subdued in the moment, animalistic urges held at bay while they ensured they wouldn't be discovered and interrupted.
Gripping her waist with one hand, he hoisted her up to meet his and folded her other leg flat against her breast. She was in a rather uncomfortable position, her shoulders bearing most of the weight. Her neck was bent at an awkward angle and pressed flat against the wall, chin digging into her chest. Trevor rubbed his shaft slowly against her folds, torturing her quivering sex.
On the first lunge he slammed deep, his massive cock brushing against her cervix. Illianya cupped her hands over her mouth, stifling the loud moan his violent thrust forced out of her. His angle of penetration forced him against the roof of her cave, causing her stomach to bulge slightly.
Trembling, she braved one hand and traced the crest of flesh with a lone finger as Trevor paused to savor the experience of his first dip. To her surprise, although he brushed against the entrance to her womb, a couple inches of his shaft still protruded from her.
Slowly he withdrew from her, head dragging against the walls of her cunt. She tightened even harder around him, every fiber desperately fighting to keep it trapped within. He thrust in gentler, taking his time as he pumped in and out of her. She bit down on her palm, straining to muffle squeaks of pleasure.
He increased his pace, stopping only to reposition and shuffle closer to her. Letting go of her hips he grasped her other leg and folded her completely in half. She was forced to use both hands to stop her from sliding away from the wall, letting moans escape unfettered.
Trevor must have felt her reaching climax, taking that as his cue to go full force. With a low growl he rammed faster, stronger and more fevered. Throwing caution to the wind. The sound of their raw passion reverberated within the small confines of the chamber.
Illianya finally relented-the hormones of her body overpowering, lust overwhelming-screaming expletives and incomprehensible words as the intoxication of the moment made her disregard all sense.
"Fuck! Oh fuck, yeessss! Yessss! Fuck me faster, fuuuck meeeee!" she squealed. She didn't care if the whole university heard them, let alone the other girls. She wanted them to know. Know she was getting fucked right beside them.
Mark grinned as she yelled, happy to remove the shackles of secrecy. "Who's a dirty slut?" he growled down at her, raising to a standing crouch and gripping her hips. Before she could answer he ploughed down, piledriving into her with his full weight.
Her eyes bulged in pain as his penis pressed hard against her cervix. Her moans interjected with whimpers as he continued the brutal assault against her deepest barrier. The other showers had gone quiet and the silence was deafening. Trevor slammed home once more.
"I'm a dirty slut" she whimpered.
"Who's a dirty slut?" Trevor barked, unsatisfied by her lackluster reply. He thrust harder. deeper.
She squealed after each thrust. The pain somehow both excruciating and overwhelmingly pleasurable.
"I'm a dirty fucking slut!" she screamed as a wave of ecstasy racked her body. Illianya gushed around him as he continued, his fervor unwavering as she fell into an orgasmic seizure.
A lone mocking cheer joined her. "Listen to the whore! That bitch getting fucked!" one of them laughed, pounding on the adjoining wall. The jeers quieted quickly, air compressors and machinery buzzing to life from the adjacent chambers as they lost interest.
As her climax subsided and she panted, exhausted-letting out soft
huffs
in response to Trevor's pounding-the heat still remained. Limply she raised her arms up to him, indicating him to pull her up.
Trevor grasped her wrists and pulled, yanking her up to him. She hooked her legs behind his back and straddled his waist. "Fill me up. Sink that cock all the way into me," Illianya weakly moaned, feebly grinding her hips against him, body desperately trying to milk his essence.
Trevor leaned against the wall, wrapping his arms under her knees and grabbing her hips tightly, positioning himself so he could use gravity to assist in the process. Illianya didn't have enough energy to drape her arms around his neck and instead let them fall to her sides. She could barely hold up her head and it lolled on exhausted muscles.
