He watched the skinny young brunette go into the ladies' room, then laughed to himself and followed her. The station was closing and the service guy didn't seem to know that she was back there. Darley had admired the young woman's boyish good looks and was wondering if she was as flat-chested as she appeared to be. Sometimes he wasn't any good at guessing. Women could dress so deceptively. This one practically looked like a boy, though, she was so plain-faced. Her appearance didn't matter so much, really. He'd been in prison and he liked lording it over boys, too, when he got the chance. And he liked flat-chested women as well as any other, so none of that mattered to him. She just looked like someone he could take. He could imagine hurting her and getting away with it.
He watched the service station man leave, then followed the girl into the rest room. He listened carefully, peeking between the crack of each stall. At last he heard the trickle of water and saw her feet. He glued his eye to a crack in the door. She wasn't aware of being watched.
The trickling stopped and she wiped herself, but she seemed to wipe herself for a very long time. He began to watch her hand more carefully and realized that she didn't have any paper in her hand, that it was just her fingers she was moving between her legs. Her eyes were closed, her mouth hung open. She was furiously masturbating herself. She looked like a woman who had escaped from some institution herself, she was so intent. He grinned. After a while, he could hear the wet slish-slosh as her finger flicked rapidly up and down her slit.
He coughed and pushed the door open and looked at her. His face was red, and so was hers.
"You don't have to do that for yourself, you know," he said.
"I—wh-what? Who—who are you?!"
"Aw, c'mon now, baby, you know that doesn't matter," he crooned. "C'mon, sweetie, let me finger that pussy for you."
The girl looked at him briefly with a dazed expression, then closed her eyes, sighed, and leaned back. She put her hands on the edge of the toilet seat and pressed downward, thus lifting her buttocks slightly off the seat. As her behind came up and her hairy twat came into sight, she spread her legs wider.
"I see you ain't like these young girls who shave it bald!" the man grinned.
Then he knelt down in front of her, quickly slipping his hand between her legs. Her cunt was moist and warm, and his finger slipped into her without any trouble.
"Jesus, you're wet, girl!" he jeered at her. "Did you wipe yourself at all?"
She opened her mouth to protest, but he shook his head.
"Listen, I don't care," he told her. "You can piss in my hand, for all I care, as long as I get to finger your cute little pussy!"
He pulled her head down to his and kissed her hard on the mouth. She struggled for a while, but not very hard. He wiggled his finger rapidly, rhythmically in her cunt, and soon she too was too excited to care. She wriggled her bottom against his finger and ceased struggling.
"You're such a beautiful cunt!" he said. "God, what a little whore," he thought.
When she stuck her tongue in his mouth, he knew he had her. She flexed her leg muscles rapidly against his arm and her cunt muscles fluttered around his finger. He took his mouth off of hers and nibbled her ear.
"Oh, God," she gasped, "who are you?"
"It doesn't matter," he told her hurriedly. This is what matters," he said, spreading the fingers of his hand and squeezing her cunt.
"Oh! Oh, oh, God, yes!" she cried. "Oh! Oh! Oh!"
Darley used his free hand to unbutton her blouse. She wasn't wearing any bra. He'd seen that she was pretty skinny and now he saw that she was just as under-developed as he'd imagined. Still, she had large pink nipples that made his mouth water. She looked like a sexually-precocious little girl to him.
He bent forward and sucked first one long soft nipple, then the other. Her face went slack and she murmured with unbridled pleasure; she sounded like Marilyn Monroe in Bus Stop, a wind-up betsy-wetsy who, instead of "wetting" herself, grunted, groaned, and whinnied in intense orgasmic delight.
Darley's dick was as hard as rock and far too tight in his pants; he pulled down his zipper. The girl heard the sound and her eyes popped open. Eagerly she bent toward him and her hands groped for him like a homing pigeon. She seized his cock in her fist and rapidly stroked it. He wouldn't last long like that, he thought. He took his finger out of her cunt and stood up.
"Go on, gimme a little blowjob," Darley told her.
Momentarily, he placed his cock in her mouth and she sucked him hungrily. He held her head between his hands while she hummed noisily and fingered herself.
After a few minutes, he said, "Listen, if you want to get fucked, you'll have to get started now. I tell you I'm ready, too! God, just looking at you makes me want to come, you flat-chested hot little bitch!"
"No, don't! Not yet!" she cried, looking panicky. She squeezed his cock with her fist as if she could hold back his orgasm.
"C'mon, hurry up!" he insisted.
She stood up and looked at him shyly. Her next line wasn't very shy, however.
"Stick it in me from behind!" she gasped. "Hurry up, I want to see it go up inside of me!"
She reached behind her and spread her cheeks. He dropped his pants and pushed his cock into her cunt with one hard thrust, jamming it in to the hilt. She groaned and lunged forward, banging her head lightly against the wall. Darley held her by the waist and fucked her hard and fast, her head banging repeatedly against the wall.
"F-f-faster!" she told him insistently. "Do me faster, I'm almost there!"
He listened to her breathing and tried to time himself. Her orgasm began before his and lasted until long after he'd finished. The juices were running down her legs like spilled soup, sweat dripping off her tiny flat ass in buckets. At last, she collapsed forward convulsively, her quivering legs straddling the toilet bowl, her breath coming in loud gasps. She didn't even turn around when she spoke next, she was too exhausted.
"God, mister, you really can fuck," she told him, shuddering as if she had chills. "I've never been fucked as good as that. Not to mention that nobody ever got to fuck me so fast. You must be a hypnotist."
"No," he told her with a grin. "Just the horniest bastard you ever saw. It helped that I found you fingerfuckin' yourself, don'cha think? Ha! But I'll tell you this, though; I'm gonna make you stay in this pisshole until you're ready to fuck me again."
"Oh, but that's okay with me, really!" she told him, turning around and smiling at him. She pulled his face to hers and kissed him gently on the lips.
"I want to be fucked again," she said sweetly. "I want to be fucked a lot! I want it over and over again! Just give me a few minutes to get over the first one!" "Okay," he said, "but a cunt like you ought not to take very long. "As soon as I'm ready, you're getting it whether you're ready for it or not."
"You don't have to be so mean," she said in a sulky tone.
"I'll show you 'mean'," he told her. "I'll fuck your skinny butt so hard it'll tear the membrane between your cunt and your asshole!"
"Stop it!" she said sharply. "You're frightening me. It's not good to frighten me!"
"I never said this was gonna be good for you, you stupid cunt! I never worried whether you'd enjoy it or not either. If you did, fine. But if it felt like a telephone pole with nails in it to you, and it felt good to me, I'd still do it to you, you know. Hell, I came in here to rape you, you dumb bitch, not make love to you! Hadn't you figured that out yet?!"
"Oh," she said quietly.
She hadn't known. Or, maybe she'd forgotten. She'd been without a man for a long time in the hospital. She'd had vivid fantasies about them, though, and she'd thought she'd stumbled into one of her own better flights of imagination. Now she saw she was wrong. He was just a mean damn bastard, like her husband. Like all the rest. But possibly worse.
"By the way, whore, what's your name?" he asked.
"Evelyn," she answered sullenly.
"Talk dirty to me till you're ready for another good fucking," he said. "What?"
"You heard me."
"Do I really have to? You mean, you really like that?"
"Yeah, who don't?"
"If this is what you really want," she said, "okay. Here I go. Uh—I'm going to let you jack off on my face and tits and then I'll smear it around on me, how's that?"
"A good start."
"After that, you can fuck me in the ass, and then I'll lick the shit off your dick—I can't get much dirtier than that, can I?"
"Goddamn, you are a dirty-talking bitch."
"After I've licked you clean, you can fuck my face. You know, full-tilt-boogie, in and out like gangbusters, as hard as you want to!"
"Yeah?" he grinned. This was great. Between every comment, she was wetly, noisily, licking the head of his dick.
"Sure. You can fuck my mouth like you were fucking a cunt! Sex without mercy or memory—that's what a man really likes, isn't it? When he can find a woman who'll let him have it that way, I mean?"
"Uh, yeah," he said, his face turning red again.
The bitch was really going! She was almost embarrassing him now.
"You know why I'm willing to talk to you like this, don't you?"
"Because you like it?" he asked.
"No. Because it kept you distracted while I got these things up close to you and—" He felt a sudden agonizing pain.
SNIP! SPLASH!
He screamed. She had escaped from somewhere, it dawned on him. But it didn't make the least bit of difference now. Nothing did. She'd cut off his softening cock with a heavy pair of serrated scissors, the kind used for cutting leather. It was serrated so it could get a good grip. She'd stolen them from the hospital hobby room. By fucking her exactly like he'd wanted to, he'd fucked himself up, big time!
He covered his groin tightly with his hands, but the blood oozed freely between his fingers and dripped into the toilet. He was blinded by searing pain. He'd be dead in a few minutes and didn't even know it, for the pain was too great for him to think. Doubled over in pain and horror, he made a desperate grab for the thing floating in the pink water, but was far too slow. Grinning idiotically, she put her foot in his chest and pushed him back against the door. He sprawled onto the floor where he writhed and groaned like he was having the world's weirdest ejaculation. He looked up in horror and watched her flush the commode.
"So long, little pee-pee," she said, staring between her legs into the toilet.
"W-w-what?" he moaned in disbelief. "No, don't! Oh, God, w-w-why??!?!"
Evelyn, with a mesmerized expression, was still talking to the toilet bowl.
"No more dirty damn bitches for you, huh, mister? No more dumb little flat-chested girls to facefuck, no more nasty pussy?" she giggled.
The last thing he heard as he lost consciousness was the sound of the toilet filling up with water again.
As she straightened her dress, picked up her purse, and began walking toward the door, she sang, "Oh, it's tooo baaad, tooo baad, tooo saad, I flushed it down the toilet and I'm glad, glad, glad!"
Third draft: 06/19/05
©1990 Ronald C. Southern
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