Chapter 4: Shower Fun
The shower water pounded onto Lilly’s scalp, stinging hot, but it couldn’t wash away the heat flooding her face or the frantic pulse between her legs. Derick stood just inside the curtain, naked, hard again, his hand lazily stroking his thick cock. His eyes, dark and predatory, devoured her. She hadn’t moved, arms still crossed defensively, water sluicing over her heavy breasts, her rounded belly, the blonde curls plastered darkly to her mound. The red, tender ache from his brutal fingers buried in her ass pulsed with every heartbeat.
"Get out," she repeated, but her voice lacked conviction, a breathy whisper lost in the steam.
Derick ignored her. He took a step closer, the spray hitting his shoulder, making his skin gleam. He didn’t touch her. Not yet. His gaze traveled down the length of her body again, lingering on the pink flush spreading across her chest, the stiff peaks of her nipples. "Still telling yourself this isn't what you wanted?" His voice was a low rumble, rough with lust. He pumped his cock slowly, his knuckles brushing against the wet tile near her hip. "Still pretending you didn't beg for my fingers in that tight little ass while your husband watched?"
Lilly flinched. The memory scalded her – John’s thrusts, the agonizing stretch, the shocking, overwhelming surge of something that had ripped through her when Derick pushed deep. Shame warred with a terrifying, undeniable thrill. "It… it hurt," she managed.
"Good," Derick stated flatly, his eyes locked on hers. "Pain is just pleasure’s sharp edge, Lilly. You felt it. That scream? That wasn't just pain. That was your fucking body waking up." He moved his free hand, not to her body, but to the shower knob. He cranked the cold water tap hard. Ice-cold needles suddenly stabbed Lilly’s skin. She gasped, arching back instinctively, her arms uncrossing as her hands flew up defensively. Her breasts jolted, nipples hardening instantly into tight, aching buds against the shocking cold.
Derick was on her before she could react. His arm snaked around her waist, crushing her wet, slippery body against his hard chest. The cold water stream hit them both. His other hand abandoned his cock and grabbed a handful of her wet blonde hair, pulling her head back sharply. She cried out, more in shock than pain, her mouth falling open. He covered it with his own, his kiss brutal, invading, his tongue thrusting past her lips. She tasted soap and his own raw masculinity. His erection pressed like a hot iron bar against her belly.
His hand slid down her slick back, over the curve of her ass. His fingers found the swollen, tender pucker he’d brutalized earlier. He didn’t enter her. Not yet. He just pressed the pad of his thumb hard against it, rubbing in rough circles. Lilly moaned into his mouth, a sound muffled by his kiss, her body instinctively pushing back against the pressure, seeking friction even as pain flared. Her hands fluttered, unsure, then gripped his powerful biceps, her nails digging in. She was trapped between the cold spray, the hard wall, and the overwhelming heat of him.
He broke the kiss, pulling back just enough to look down at her, water dripping from his chin onto her heaving chest. His thumb kept working her asshole. "That cunt of yours," he growled, his voice thick. "Still full of John's come? Still dripping my wife's husband’s load?" He ground his hips against her belly, his cock pulsing. "Should I fill you up too? Stuff you full until you can't walk straight? Or should I use this tight little asshole again? Make you scream properly this time. No audience."
The crude words, the possessive pressure on her tender flesh, the feel of his hard cock – it ignited something feral deep within Lilly. The last vestiges of resistance crumbled. She wasn't thinking about John. She wasn't thinking about the shower block. She was drowning in sensation, in the raw, dangerous power radiating from Derick. "Fuck me," she breathed, her voice trembling. "Please... Derick..."
"Please what?" he demanded, his thumb pressing harder, making her gasp and arch. "Where? Where do you want this cock, Lilly? Tell me exactly where you want me to shove it."
She hesitated for only a second, the image of his thick fingers stretching her obscenely flashing behind her eyes, the shocking, painful pleasure that had followed. "My ass," she whispered, the admission sending a fresh jolt of heat through her core. "Use... use my ass again."
A feral grin split Derick's face. "Good girl." He spun her around roughly, pressing her face-first against the cold, wet tile. Her huge breasts flattened against the slick surface. He kicked her feet apart, spreading her legs wide. She was completely exposed, her back to him, wet and trembling. He spat heavily onto his palm, then slicked it over the rigid length of his cock. The sound was crude, wet. He pressed the swollen head against the tight, resistant ring of her anus. It felt impossibly large, terrifying.
"Breathe out," he commanded, his voice a harsh rasp. "Push out."
Lilly whimpered, trembling violently. She forced herself to exhale, pushing down as if trying to expel him. He leaned his weight into her, the blunt, insistent pressure unbearable. She cried out, a sharp, strangled sound as the thick head began to force its way past the tight outer ring. The stretch was brutal, agonizing, ripping through her. He didn't stop. He pushed relentlessly, sinking an inch, then two, into the impossibly tight, hot channel. Lilly sobbed, her fingers scrabbling against the slick tile, her back arching in pain.
"Fucking hell," Derick groaned, his voice strained with effort and lust. "Like a fucking vise. Tighter than your cunt ever was." He gripped her hips hard, fingers digging into her soft flesh, and pulled her back onto him as he thrust forward.
The scream that tore from Lilly’s throat echoed off the tiled walls. It was pure, animal pain mixed with a shocking, involuntary clench deep inside her pussy. He was huge, splitting her open, filling her with a burning stretch that felt like it would tear her in half. He bottomed out, his balls slapping against her wet labia, his cock buried to the hilt in her ass. He held himself there, letting her feel every inch, the brutal fullness, the fire spreading through her lower body.
Then he started to move. Slow, grinding withdrawals, dragging his thick shaft almost all the way out, then slamming back in with punishing force. Each inward thrust elicited a choked cry or a ragged gasp from Lilly. Tears streamed down her face, mingling with the shower spray. The pain was intense, overwhelming, yet beneath it, beneath the raw violation, a perverse current of sensation began to pulse. The friction, the deep, invasive penetration, started to ignite nerves she didn’t know she possessed. Her pussy, untouched, began to throb in time with his brutal strokes, growing slicker. Unbidden, her hips began to push back slightly against him, meeting his thrusts.
Derick felt it. He grabbed a fistful of her hair again, yanking her head back. "That's it, you filthy bitch," he snarled, his breath hot on her ear. "Take it. Take every fucking inch. You love this, don't you? Love feeling your asshole stretched wide open? Love knowing your husband is two stalls down while I'm fucking reaming your shit-pipe?" He punctuated each word with a hard, deep thrust. His free hand slid around her hip, his fingers finding her dripping cunt. He plunged two fingers inside her wet heat, curling them upwards.
The dual assault – the brutal fucking in her ass combined with the sudden, deep penetration in her cunt – was too much. A sound ripped from Lilly’s throat, half-sob, half-scream of shocking pleasure. Her inner walls clenched violently around Derick’s fingers. Her asshole spasmed around his cock. The pain transmuted, twisted into a blinding, white-hot wave of sensation that crashed over her. She came suddenly, violently, her body convulsing against the tile, her thighs trembling uncontrollably, her cunt pulsing around his fingers, her asshole gripping his cock like a fist.
Derick groaned, deep and guttural, as her internal muscles milked him. "Fuck yes! Squeeze that cock, you greedy slut!" He fucked her ass harder, faster, pistoning into her tight channel, spurred on by her unexpected orgasm. The slap of wet flesh against wet flesh echoed in the stall, mingling with Lilly's high, keening cries. He drove into her with relentless fury, his fingers pistoning in her cunt, stretching her open alongside the brutal invasion of her ass.
He lasted only another minute. With a final, savage roar, he slammed deep and held, his cock pulsing violently as he emptied himself into her clenching asshole. Hot jets of cum flooded her stretched passage. He ground against her, pumping every last drop, his fingers still buried in her spasming pussy. Lilly gasped, shuddering through aftershocks, pinned between the tile and the solid weight of him, utterly spent and filled.
He pulled out slowly, making her whimper at the sudden, sore emptiness. His cock, slick with lube and her own juices, glistened obscenely. He gave her ass a sharp, stinging slap. "Clean yourself up," he ordered, his voice thick with satisfaction. He grabbed his towel, wiped himself roughly, and slipped out of the stall without another word, leaving the curtain slightly open.
Lilly slumped against the cold tile, trembling violently, water still cascading over her. Her ass burned, aching with a deep, violated soreness. Her pussy throbbed. Derick's cum felt thick inside her. She felt filthy. Used. And terrifyingly, undeniably, alive. She heard the shower curtain of Derick’s stall rustle – he hadn't gone back to his own, he’d simply walked out. John's stall. The thought struck her like ice. Had he heard? How long had he been standing there? Had he heard her beg? Had he heard her come?
Later, when it's time to go to bed, Lilly sneaks out of her tent with Leon, to go to Dericks Tent. The directive echoed, but Leon wasn't here. John. It had to be John. The shame crashed over her anew, twisted now with a desperate, confusing need. She quickly finished rinsing, the water turning lukewarm. She dried off with shaking hands, avoiding her own reflection in the steam-fogged metal. Pulling her towel tight, she stepped out into the cool morning air. Derick was already gone. John’s shower was still running. She hurried back towards the tents, the image of Derick’s predatory grin and the feel of his cock splitting her burned into her mind, the soreness a constant, thrilling ache with every step. The forest felt different now. Charged. Dangerous. The real night hadn’t even begun.