As our modern society becomes more and more complex, more and more inhuman, its people become more and more alienated from the world around them, from each other. The Self Help movement of the late Seventies is an answer to the crying needs of millions of people to find some kind of reassurance in a world seemingly run by diodes and transistors, by the logic of the Almighty Dollar.
These groups have taken all forms, from weight reducing organizations, to groups of ex-convicts, to alcoholics, to people trying to quit smoking. They all have one thing in common, though. They all try to provide some kind of desperately needed human contact in the face the loneliness and depression that we all know at one time or another.
The heroine of this novel is a person cut loose from the fabric of her life, cast adrift because of a divorce that she feels was entirely her fault. She joins an encounter group and through it, finds a new and more constructive way of looking at herself and others; she learns how to be happy in the world as it is.
It is hoped that her experiences might help others to find the same kind of satisfaction in life, or perhaps just as important, to seek it.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
It was quitting time at the bank and Donna La Rose was still standing at her teller's window, nervously counting paperclips one by one into the small glass dish, stalling. She didn't want to go home, to her one bedroom apartment. There was nothing there for except the TV and an empty bed, nothing for her to do but polish the furniture for the sixth straight night.
"You're not planning on staying over, are you, Donna?" said Mrs. Marsh, the bank's head teller. She gave the tall, slender, black-haired girl a concerned look.
Donna shook her head, pushing the straight, silky, shoulder-length hair from her green eyes. She picked up her purse and coat and started around the long counter.
"No, wait, Donna," Mrs. Marsh said, stopping her. The head teller was in her early forties, almost twice Donna's age, but she got along well with all her tellers. The reason was, simply, that she cared. "I think you and I had better have a little talk."
Donna blinked at her.
"Come on. We'll go into the conference room," Mrs. Marsh told her. "We won't be disturbed there."
The tall brunette followed her supervisor into the plush office and, at her direction, took a seat at the round conference table.
"It's the divorce, isn't it, dear?" the head teller said understandingly, after she'd sat down next to her.
"What do you mean?" Donna asked without much interest.
"It's the divorce that's been making you act so strangely for the past month," she continued.
"It's that noticeable?" Donna asked, a frown forming on her face.
Her boss nodded. "You haven't been yourself for a long time," she insisted. "Your work has been suffering. You used to be one of our best tellers. And that's not just my opinion. The customers used to tell me so."
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Marsh," Donna said. "But I just can't seem to get enthused about anything anymore."
"Being without a husband isn't easy," the older woman assured her. "Not for anyone. But you can't let it depress you so. You've got to pick up the pieces of your life and go right on."
Donna's eyes were suddenly brimming with tears. It happened all the time lately, even when there was no apparent reason for crying. It infuriated her that she showed her emotions so easily; she hated to appear weak or spineless.
"Go on with what?! " she said, a nasty edge slipping into her voice. "I don't even have a life anymore. I feel like a ghost. I don't live in my apartment ... I haunt it!"
Mrs. Marsh was momentarily taken aback by the vehemence of Donna's tone. When she spoke again, she did so quickly and earnestly. "Look, Donna," she consoled, "I know what you're going through. I've been through it once myself. Please, believe me when I tell you that you're doing all this to yourself. You don't have to. You don't have to be a prisoner in your own apartment. You can go out and meet new people. You can start over."
"Why?"
"I know you're not fishing for compliments, Donna. You're not that kind of girl. But we both know that you're very attractive to men. If you wanted to you could have a different boyfriend every night of the week."
"What would the point be?" Donna shrugged. "I couldn't keep one man happy. How could I cope with seven?! "
"It was just an expression."
"But the problem is the same. Jim left me, Mrs. Marsh. He walked out. I couldn't bear that kind of rejection all over again. Not ever."
"There are some risks we all must take, dear, life itself is a risk."
"No," Donna said, emphatically.
"But you're so unhappy, isn't anything better than going on as you are?"
Donna didn't answer. She looked away vaguely.
Mrs. Marsh stared at the young woman worriedly. Then she took a deep breath, as if summoning her courage, and said, "I don't want you to think I'm meddling in your life, Donna. I have no right to do that. But I am your supervisor and as such I feel I have to tell you that if your work performance doesn't improve, we're going to have to let you go."
"What?! " Donna exclaimed, her eyes once again overflowing with hot tears.
Mrs. Marsh held up her hand for silence. "I had to say that to you," she told the weeping girl. "And now I want to suggest something both as your supervisor and your friend. Get some professional help."
"You think I'm crazy!" she sobbed, rummaging in her purse for a kleenex. "You think I need a psychiatrist!"
"No, you're not crazy, Donna," the older woman assured her. "No more than I was when I lost my husband. I needed help, too. I didn't go to a psychiatrist. I went to a group."
"An encounter group?! "
"Right on," she replied. "Old Mrs. Marsh letting it all hang out in front of strangers. Go ahead, laugh, I'd rather have you laugh than cry. The runny thing was, it worked. For me it worked. I wouldn't recommend it to you if it hadn't."
"I could never do anything like that," Donna insisted. "I'd be too embarrassed."
"Never say never," Donna. Don't block off any choices without giving them a fair trial."
Donna looked at her hands and shivered.
Mrs. Marsh put her hand comfortingly on Donna's hand, "Promise me that you'll think about it, that's all, just think about it. I wouldn't ask something like this of you unless..."
"It meant my job?" Donna exclaimed, standing up abruptly.
"It means much, much more than that," the older woman said, seriously. "Say you'll think about it."
"I don't have any choice, do I?" she said, flatly, turning on her heel and walking out of the conference room.
The drive back to her apartment was one big blur. She could hardly see as the tears splashed down her face. The sound of her own blubbering made her furious. She turned the car radio up to top volume, drowning out her sobs with hard driving rock and roll.
It seemed that everything she touched lately turned to ashes. Her marriage, her job, everything was going disintegrating. And she couldn't seem to do a thing about it. She moved through life like a zombie, hardly feeling anything, so lonely and depressed that she wished she was dead. Then the gnawing emptiness in her soul would end.
She parked her car in the apartment building's lot and walked up the two flights of stairs to her . place. The sight of her spotlessly clean living room made her break into tears all over again. She threw herself down on the sofa and cried into the cushions.
If she hadn't considered the failure of her marriage her fault, she knew she wouldn't have been taking it so hard. But it had been her fault. Her marriage had failed because of sex, because she simply didn't like it and her husband, Jim, did. Because she drove him crazy by withholding her love, by hoarding it like a miser. Even while she was doing it, she knew it wasn't right, that she was hurting him terribly every time she made the "headache" excuse or just flat out said "No."
In the beginning, he'd thought that her reluctance to have intercourse with him was due to her natural shyness ... she'd been a virgin until their wedding night. He'd thought that he could gradually bring her around, make her enjoy love play; he regarded it as a challenge to his masculinity, to his not inconsiderable skill as a lover. If he hadn't placed so much importance on it, he never would've taken his repeated failures as personal insults.
Rather than gradually bringing her around, Jim gradually brought himself around ... to the opinion that he had married a frigid bitch. After a certain amount of time had passed, he stopped trying to stroke and coax her into making love to him. She knew the reason why: when he did that, he got terribly excited and when she then refused him, he was left high and dry. Instead, he flat out asked her if she was "in the mood." When she gave her inevitable answer, he just rolled over and went to sleep.
Things between them disintegrated rapidly from that moment on. Jim stopped talking to her, only addressing her when he wanted something. He started staying out late at night. Donna knew what was happening and she tried to make herself warm up to him, but she couldn't. Sex, to her, was just a nasty habit. It was a thing only animals did with relish. And she hated the sticky aftermath that always seeped out of her vagina the next day, making the crotch of her panties moist.
Then, when she was cleaning up, straightening his clothes in the dresser, she found the dirty book he kept there. It was a magazine, actually, from Sweden. In it were full color photographs of women making love to other women. The detail of the close-ups, of the wet tongues and wetter vaginas, was so clinical that it made her sick to her stomach.
Later, when she confronted him with the magazine and demanded to be told what he was doing with it, he told her. . . and she wished to God she'd never asked. He told her that he looked at the pictures and masturbated, that it was the closest thing to Love he had in the house ... his own goddam hand.
After that, she tried to keep away from him.
Every time she looked at him, she got a mental picture of him sitting on the toilet seat, the filthy magazine in one hand and his long, thick penis in the other, wheezing and panting like a monkey in the zoo as he worked himself up to a gushing climax.
Her avoiding him eventually backfired. It was so obvious that she regarded him as sick on sex that he decided he might as well really act like one. He came home from the office drunk out of his mind one night and raped her.
Donna shuddered to remember it. It was the most repulsive thing that had ever happened to her. She had arrived home much earlier and had dinner already on the table, waiting for him when he came in the door. He didn't want dinner, though. He closed the door behind him and removed his coat, then his tie, then his shirt.
"What are you doing?! " she demanded.
He didn't say one word, but pulled off his pants. The whole front of his underwear was pushed out of shape by a monstrous erection. He removed the underwear next and his hard cock flipped up, giving her an obscene salute, its head huge and swollen with lust.
"No!" she shouted, stamping her foot.
He ignored her protest and lunged, grabbing her by the shoulders. Donna tried to kick him in the shins or better yet the testicles, but he twisted her to one side and hit her right across the face, knocking her brutally to the floor. Before she could get the ringing out of her ears, he was on top of her, pushing up her skirt, clawing at the waistband of her panties.
"Stop!" she cried, frantically as he ripped the sheer bikinis from her crotch. Then it was a wrestling match for real, a match that she lost as he finally levered his knee in between hers and forced her thighs apart.
Three was no love in what he did after that, only hate. He didn't even try to find the opening of her vagina, but instead just started thrusting, bashing the broad head of his cock into her well-padded fork, stabbing into her until his bulb finally found the crevice it was seeking.
Though she screamed and raked his face with her nails, he would not stop, he did not stop until he had every inch of his huge throbbing penis thrust up into her squeaky tight pussy. Then he buried his face in her neck and began fucking her, doing it as brutally as he could, slamming his pubis against hers so hard that the two of them actually scooted across the rug from the violence of the impacts. At the time of the violation, she hated him more than she ever thought she could hate anyone, hated him enough to have killed him if she'd had the chance. Not only was he hurting her physically, ripping and probing at her guts with his thick penis, but the fact that he was using her, just taking her like some cheap bitch, not even caring about her feelings, hurt her pride as well.
He kept on fucking into her until they had crept all the way across the room, until her head and neck were cruelly jammed up against the front of the sofa, until there was no room for her to retreat from the animalish, punishing pounding of his cock. Then he began to orgasm.
To her horror and disgust, the powerful spurts of his ejaculation just kept on coming and coming, filling her up with hot, sloshing semen, semen that oozed out around the pistoning cock, trickling down between her buttocks in a slimy rivulet.
By the time he finished, she was in a blind rage, ready to get her revenge on him as soon as he let her up. But when he rolled off of her, she did not run to the dining room table as she'd planned, she did not grab the carving knife and slash at his distended male parts, she just lay there on the rug, her eyes wide with shock, her lower jaw slack.
"You bitch!" Jim had shouted, tears pouring from his eyes. "God, look what you made me do!! "
The truth of what he said hit her like a sledge hammer. She had driven him to rape. She had brought the humiliation, the pain on herself.
Jim moved out that night. Nothing she could say would change his mind. What she had wanted so desperately to keep, her marriage, was over ... all but the paperwork. And now even that wasn't binding them together.
In the months of separation that followed that night, Donna could feel herself going downhill, emotionally. She was caught up in a cycle that she couldn't break. The guilt she felt over what she had done, guilt that could not be lifted, plunged her into horrible depressions, immobilized her as completely as if she'd been stricken with some catastrophic illness. She so loathed herself that she couldn't bear the idea of meeting anyone new, of presenting herself as someone worthwhile. Her self-inflicted isolation didn't appease her guilt, however. It only made her more depressed.
To make matters worse, about two months after Jim had moved out, she'd begun to feel powerful, indefinable yearnings. She didn't know what she wanted, but the fact that she wanted something was very real. It was like an ache in her belly that would not go away.
Donna was a very proud person and it is a measure of the horror of her situation that she even considered taking Mrs. Marsh's suggestion seriously. It was a question of which hurt more, what was going on right now, or something in the future, something vaguely threatening. The answer fairly screamed at her, still she insisted on mulling the whole thing over and over in her mind all night long. By the time morning came, she had convinced herself that her supervisor was right, that encounter group therapy was worth trying, that she had to do something to get out of the pit she was in.
CHAPTER TWO
Donna's immediate problem, after the big decision was made, was to find a group therapy program that could help her. Having no other referral service at hand, she used the Yellow Pages, dialing the number of the local association of psychiatrists. She told the woman who answered that she was looking for an encounter group led by a fully qualified doctor. Then, to her horror, the woman asked her the nature of her problem. Donna was speechless. When she finally gathered her wits about her, she said that she'd just been divorced and she was having trouble adjusting. Evidently, that was not enough to satisfy the curiosity of the receptionist. She again asked Donna what her problem was, saying that she couldn't refer her to anyone unless she had a better idea of the difficulty.
"Sex!" Donna said, the word erupting from her throat before she could choke it down.
There was a long pause at the other end of the line, then the woman rattled off a doctor's name and his phone number.
When Donna hung up, her face was burning with shame and her hands were trembling. It was a good half an hour before she could pull herself together enough to call the doctor and make an appointment. She'd steeled herself for another grilling session, another agonizing confession to a stranger over the phone, but, as it turned out, there was nothing of the sort. The doctor's receptionist didn't ask any personal questions. She just told Donna when and where the next session was to be held and asked her if she'd ever seen a psychiatrist before. Since her answer to the question was negative, that's all there was to it. She had her appointment.
If Mrs. Marsh hadn't been so supportive at work, Donna knew she probably would've never had the nerve to show up at the first encounter group meeting. As it was, when she walked into the suite of offices belonging to the doctor, her heart was thumping up in her throat and there were butterflies in her stomach.
"Doctor Stevens?" she asked the short, balding man sitting on the office couch.
He looked up at her and smiled, his eyes flitting over the length of her legs, the swell of her breasts and hips. "No," he said. "The doctor's in there, with the others."
Donna was somewhat startled by the man's open interest in her body. To her, it seemed terribly out of place in a doctor's office. The fellow seemed harmless enough, though. He had a kind of cherubic look to his face, round ruddy cheeks and a small button of a nose. His eyes were bright blue.
"You're a patient, I hope," he said, rising to his feet. He barely came up even with her chin.
"Yes, well, I think so," she said, looking down at him. "This is the first time I've ever been to one of these group things."
"You'll like it, I'm sure," he said. "Doctor Stevens always puts on a good show."
"I'm sorry?" she said, frowning. The man was making encounter therapy sound like some kind of night club act.
"I was just kidding," he said. "By the way, Marvin's my name."
Donna introduced herself to him, then followed him into the adjoining room where the other group members were sitting on chairs formed into a ragged circle. There were two other women and three men, all of them were much closer to Donna's age than Marvin. Standing in the center of the circle was the man who had to be the doctor. As Donna entered, he turned and looked at her.
"Mrs. La Rose?" he said, his voice a rich, masculine baritone. Everything about him was masculine. His angular facial features, straight, jutting nose, thick lips, prominent cheek bones and his curly salt and pepper hair and beard made him look like a Greek statue, a vengeful God. His eyes were pale blue and piercing. His body was extremely powerful, almost bull-like, with a thick torso and legs to match. The aura he projected went right along with his physical attributes. It was clear, even at a glance, that he totally dominated the group, and that he enjoyed doing it.
"Yes," Donna said, blushing. The way he was staring at her made her head spin. It was like he was looking right into her, right into her soul.
"Good," the doctor said. "I want you to meet the other members of the group."
One by one, he introduced the others. The blonde woman in the halter top and levis was Connie. She had a pretty face but it was almost totally expressionless, making her look like a cupie doll. The redhead, the dyed redhead, was Monica. She was dressed to the nines, a tight white satin dress clinging snugly to her voluptuous curves. The youngest of the men was Bruce, tall, thin and blonde. He looked like a seminary student. His skin was very pale and he had several large brown moles on his face. Chuck was the largest of the three. He was also the slickest dresser. Every styled hair on his head was in place and his clothes, hand painted Italian silk shirt, cream colored French slacks, gold bracelets on his wrists, were impeccable. He looked and acted like a new car salesman. The last man, Bill, was swarthy and ruggedly handsome. His muscles bulged out against the fabric of his t-shirt.
It was a very mixed group, to Donna's surprise. It spanned all sorts of socio-economic levels. She was glad of that because it made her feel less conspicuous.
"Now that the introductions are over," the doctor said, "why don't we begin. Please, take a seat in the circle, Donna. Sit anywhere you like."
Donna sat down between the two other women and carefully crossed her long legs.
"Why did she sit there?" Chuck asked.
The doctor looked at him. "I told her she could sit anywhere she wanted," he said.
"Yeah, but why did she pick to sit between the two other women? I mean, does she think we're going to attack her or something?"
"Good point, Chuck," Doctor Stevens said. "Since we. don't know anything about Mrs. La Rose, that might be just the place to start."
Donna once again felt the butterflies in her stomach as the psychiatrist turned his burning gaze on her.
"Why did you sit there?" he said.
"I don't know," Donna answered, glancing at the other women for support.
They just stared at her.
"I'm over here, Donna," the doctor said.
"Excuse me," she said, her cheeks blushing once again.
"Did you sit between Connie and Monica because you thought you'd be safer there?" he said.
Donna bit her lower lip, feeling like a complete idiot. "Yes," she said, "I guess that was the reason."
The doctor shook his head. "First of all, Donna, we don't play those kind of games here. We don't hide from the truth. We're here to dig it out, to get to the bottom of it. You're supposed to confront your fear, understand?"
"I think so," she said, meekly.
"It's nothing to be ashamed of," he went on. "If none of us here had any problems, we wouldn't be here, right?"
She nodded.
"When did you lose your cherry?" Marvin asked, matter-of-factly.
"What?! " Donna gasped, her hand darting up to cover her mouth.
"Your virginity, Donna," the doctor said, taking up the question. "When did you lose it?"
"I'm sorry, I don't think I understand," she said, her face glowing with embarrassment.
The doctor frowned at her. "If you want to join us," he said, "you're going to have to stop playing games. This group was formed specifically to aid people with sexual problems, I thought that was explained to you."
Donna blinked at him. It hadn't been explained to her, but it was just as well. She never would've come if she'd known that.
"No one here is perfect," Doctor Stevens said. "Bruce, there, thinks he's a homosexual. Chuck is impotent half the time. Connie is frigid. Monica is a bisexual. Marvin is still tied to his mother's apron strings. And Bill has served time in prison for rape."
Donna looked around at the others, her eyes widening in wonder at the strange group.
"The reason we are here is to get these problems out into the open where we can examine them. I think Marvin's question was a valid one. When did you lose your virginity?"
"When I was twenty-one," she blurted out, adding quickly, "on my wedding night."
Marvin shook his head and made a sniggering sound.
"What are you laughing at?" Monica snapped. "We all know you didn't lose your cherry until you were thirty-five!"
The short man stopped laughing, glaring now at the sexy redhead.
"Yeah," Chuck chimed in, "and you'd been married for six years!"
"OK, OK," the doctor said, holding up his hands for silence. "Let's not get off the track here. We were talking about Donna."
"When did you have your first orgasm?" Monica asked curiously.
Donna wanted to crawl in under the floor. She couldn't answer; she could only make a helpless shrugging gesture.
"Don't worry about it, honey," Connie said. "A lot of us women have problems."
"But some of you enjoy them more than others," Bill chuckled.
"What's that supposed to mean?! " Connie snapped.
"Oh, nothing," he replied, "just that some women like to hold it back because it makes them feel superior. They like to make the guy feel dumb and incompetent."
"Did the women you raped make you feel dumb and incompetent?" Connie asked.
"Hold it, please," the doctor said. "Let's concentrate on Donna."
"Do you ever play with yourself?" Bruce asked, his voice barely audible.
Tears stung from Donna's eyes. "No!" she said, emphatically. "No, I don't ! " She hated herself for her weakness, for her blubbering, but she hadn't been prepared to face such horrible, degrading questions.
"All right," Doctor Stevens said. "I don't think we're getting anywhere like this. There are too many barriers here tonight. We're not gong to have a good session unless we tear some of them down. I think we should all undress."
Donna's lower jaw dropped.
The doctor noticed her shock and smiled. "Relax, Mrs. La Rose," he said. "I assure you that it's simply standard therapy in this kind of setting.
The removal of the outer garments, the seeing each other in the natural state, reduces us all to our animal level. We can't help but be ourselves. It really does eliminate the absurd barriers to communication."
Donna was not convinced by his speech and the way the other group members were leering lustfully at her made her skin crawl.
"I can see that you don't believe me, Donna," Doctor Stevens said, walking over to her. He reached down and picked up her hands from her lap.
Donna let him do it. There was something in his eyes, something that said he had the right.
"Trust is a very important part of the group," he told her, gently stroking her fingers. "You must trust me, you must trust the others."
She could feel her will power draining away through the soles of her feet. His deep voice, his burning eyes were drawing all her strength. She didn't trust him, but she was terrified of him. She wanted to bolt and run, but he was blocking her path.
"You do trust me, don't you?" he said.
She could feel the eyes of the others upon her, feel their expectations closing in on her, smothering her. She had to say "Yes."
"I do," she told him, biting her lip to hold back the tears.
"Good," he smiled. "Very good. Now I want you to trust the others, too. We're all going to take off our clothes and you're going to take off your's, too."
Donna shuddered.
"Because it's your first night here with us," he went on, "we're going to undress in the dark. We don't usually do it that way."
She could hear one of the man groan disappointedly.
The doctor turned to glare at whoever had made the noise. Then he said, "After we are all undressed, I'll turn the lights on and then we'll start the session over. Don't be afraid. You'll be surprised at how silly you'll feel when you see what a little thing it really is."
The doctor let go of her hands and crossed the room. As he took hold of the light switch, he said, "I'll count to three before I turn the lights back on." Then he plunged the room into total darkness.
The first thing Donna thought of was getting out of there. But she couldn't even see her own hands now. She was afraid of stumbling into someone, of having the doctor turn on the lights and catch her trying to escape. That, she knew, would be even more embarrassing then having to sit naked in a room full of other naked people. And also, now that she'd taken the initial step, submitted to the humiliation of seeking outside help, taken the risk of commitment, she knew that she'd never be able to face herself if she didn't give the therapy and the doctor a chance to work. The idea of slinking back to her apartment and waxing the kitchen floor made her want to vomit.
With trembling fingers, Donna began to disrobe, kicking off her shoes first and then reaching back to unzip her dress. She could hear the sounds of other zippers being pulled, of clothes being removed and she was reassured that when the lights went on she wouldn't be the only one in the buff. Stepping out of her dress, she undid the clasp to her brassiere, shrugging her firm, up-thrusting breasts out of the confining cups. The chill of the room's air immediately brought her nipples to erection. She could feel the tightness at the peaks of her tits and she knew that they were sticking out hard, like pencil stubs. She draped her brassiere over the back of the chair and then rolled down her bikini panties, peeling them over the fat mound of her pubis, over the full moons of her buttocks, down her slender thighs. These, too, she placed on the chair, then she sat down and crossed her legs tightly.
She could hear the others still undressing, the sounds of their breathing. She had her arms folded across her chest so that, to all intents and purposes, she would be modestly covered when the lights came on. She could feel her stiff nipples digging into the flesh of her forearms and when she hugged herself tighter, mashing those taut buds back into the resilient mounds, an unexpected and unwanted thrill exploded in them, rippling down over her tummy, down between her legs.
She was just recovering from the shock, when something warm and smooth touched her on the knee.
"Oh!" she said, softly, her body jerking as she realized that was a hand, someone's hand!
The hand firmly stroked the top of her thigh from knee to hip, sending chills racing up her tingling spine.
"No," Donna said, again softly, reaching down to push the fingers away. Her head was reeling. She didn't know what to do, or how to react. She felt that if she complained at top volume a very embarrassing scene might result.
The hand came right back and it was joined by another. Hands gripping her knees with amazing strength, pushing on them, trying to pull them apart.
She panicked as her legs came unlocked, as the gap between her thighs widened. All she could think about was the rapist. That Bill, the rapist, was attacking her. She kicked out at her attacker and missed. But the effort cost her. Suddenly, there was a torso wedged in between her knees, a soft, smooth torso, and she couldn't get her legs closed.
"Stop! Stop it!" she hissed, reaching out and grabbing the slim shoulders, the chest, trying to push the person out. It was then that she realized that her attacker not only wasn't Bill, but that it wasn't even a he. Under her fingers, her palms, there were breasts, big, soft breasts with hard nipples.
Donna was so stunned that her arms went limp.
"God, no!" she groaned, aloud, as the woman between her legs groped around her thighs, scooping up her bare buttocks and pulling her off the edge of the chair, so that she was supported on it by her lower back. Donna grabbed hold of the woman's hair with both hands and pulled with all her might, trying to keep her from lowering her head. It was impossible! Despite her efforts, the woman's face dropped to Donna's naked tummy and kissed it!
"Stop!! ! " Donna howled, too frightened and too outraged to care about any ensuing scene.
But the lights did not go on and no one came to her aid. As she struggled to keep the woman from squirming her hot, wet mouth lower, Donna could hear the sounds the other group members were making. She recognized them instantly, the hoarse breathing, the wet, sluicing noises, the soft moans; they were having sex, too! Doing things to each other in the dark!
"Relax, beautiful," the woman between her legs crooned, sweeping her tongue around and around Donna's belly button, teasing the tip of it down into the soft, silky ruff of her dense black pubic hair.
"God, no!" Donna moaned as she felt that moist tip slither down over the plump summit of her pudenda. She fought like a wild thing to keep from being touched any lower, to keep the wriggling probe from caressing the fat, pink lips of her vagina.
But her attacker was relentless, heedless of the pain Donna's hands yanking on her hair were giving her. She was hell bent on pressing her open mouth to Donna's plump pussy.
"Mmmmmm!" the woman cooed, mashing her parted lips to her target, grinding her face back and forth, kissing Donna's cunt passionately, just as if she were kissing her on the mouth.
"NOOOO!! " the brunette howled, trying desperately to lever the hot mouth from against her pussy. She could not. Then the woman began to suck and lick her labia, swirling her tongue round and round the turgid donut of her cunt, teasing it through the fringe of soft hair that bracketed it, bathing everything between her legs with hot, slippery slobber.
"Don't fight it," the woman panted into her crotch. "Let it happen naturally, love."
Donna didn't want "it" to happen. She fought like a wild cat, pounding on top of the woman's head with her fists.
The woman only took the abuse for a second, then reached up and gave the astonished girl a mind-rattling slap across the face.
"Oww!" Donna cried, cradling her cheek in her hand.
Her attacker took advantage of her shock to insinuate the tip of her tongue between Donna's labia, to squirm it down through the buttery crevice, parting the ragged lips of her pussy, digging down into the very mouth of her cunt.
The brunette groaned miserably as she felt that wet tool push at her orifice. Never in her life had she been so brutally assaulted! And the idea that it was another woman doing the assaulting made her revulsion even more devastating. Yet, even as her stomach churned, as her hands tried to claw the sucking mouth from her slit, she felt something, something stirring within her. The heat and wetness of the lips nursing on her vagina sent a warm tingle rushing up over her tummy, lapping at her tits. Somehow, her helplessness to prevent the obscent act only made the feeling more intense. The woman was forcing her body to respond!
"Nufffff! Nufffff!" the woman snorted animalishly between her thighs, holding her sleek buttocks cupped in her hands and bobbing her head, driving the tip of her tongue through the narrow entrance to Donna's pussy.
"OH!" Donna gasped as she felt her sphincter stretching, yielding to the insistent probe. Everything down there was getting so hot, so sticky! And the heat kept washing up over her heaving tummy, washing over her face.
Then it was boring up into her, waggling over the tight walls of her cunt, sliding salaciously over the oily marble of her clitoris. The sensation was maddening! Every touch of that tongue tip to her clitoris fanned the blaze that was searing her loins; every touch made her pussy swell up just a tiny bit more, made her slick, fragrant love juices flow a bit more copiously.
And the sounds! As she writhed there on the chair, she could hear the way the woman was sucking up the lubricant of her cunt, the way her own labia were sputtering about the thrusting length of her tongue. It was degrading. . . but it was strangely exciting, too. The woman seemed absolutely famished for the taste of her cunt!
"Wider!" the woman gasped hoarsely, sliding her hands back up to Donna's knees and pushing out on them.
Donna moaned as she felt her thighs splay farther apart, as she felt her obscenely moistened pussy being tipped up for even deeper penetration. She tried to stop it from happening, but she had no strength left. She felt like a puppet, a toy.
"Nummmmmmm," the woman gurgled, swarming her open mouth over the gaping gash of Donna's pussy, gnawing hungrily on the puffy flaps, sweeping her tongue down into the hot pocket.
"OOOOH!" the brunette wailed. Tongue lanced up into her again. This time deeper, this time all of it. She could feel the broad root pushing at the sides of her sphincter and the waggling tip teasing over the inner ridges and valleys of her velvety vagina.
The woman lifted her head a couple of inches, then jammed it down, rasping her tongue over Donna's clitoris, .plunging it far into her seething cunt.
Donna's hips answered that lunge with a thrust of their own. She whined through her nose as the automatic response, the hunching instinct took over. Her whole pussy was spasming madly, squeezing at the lashing tongue, and each slithering touch to her thrill center sent her hips to moving.
Sensing that her victim's orgasm was at hand, the woman began tongue fucking her in earnest, sliding the whole length of it in and out as fast as she could.
"OOOOOH!! " Donna exclaimed, unable to control the lewd gyrations of her hips as the flurries of delight snowballed between her legs, as they exploded into a fireball of pleasure.
She was no longer aware of the fact that she was in the darkened room, of the fact that she was not alone, of the fact that it was a woman between her legs. All that she could concentrate on was that darting, flicking tongue and the earth shaking detonations of joy that it was giving her pussy. She flung her knees as far apart as she could, giving her attacker full access to her fiery cunt, and started humping up, fucking her hips up into the wet, sucking mouth, into the soul stirring stabs of that long tongue.
The woman who was tonguing her stopped bobbing her head up and down and let Donna do the work, let her drive the hot, sticky sheath of her cunt over her extended, stiffened tongue.
"OHH! OHH! UHHH!! ! " Donna grunted in time to the impacts of her obscenely splayed pussy against the open mouth, the face of her unknown lover. She could feel the mixture of her rushing juices and her attacker's slobber running down between her buttocks and she didn't care. She was beside herself with excitement, driven by an awesome need to finish, to climax around the flailing tongue.
Then it happened. Donna's whole crotch exploding with joy and that detonation swept over her whole body like a whirlwind.
"YEEEEEH!" she shrieked, locking her thighs tight about the woman's face, flipping her bottom up from the chair like a demoness, making her convulsing pussy fly over the deeply probing tongue. Under the delicious haze of orgasm, she could feel her inner muscles pulling, yanking at the spineless tool, as if trying to rip it out by the roots. She could also hear, under the shrill cries of her own pleasure, under the nasty, squishy sputtering of her climaxing cunt, the whimpers of agony from the woman who owned that tongue.
Her orgasm seemed to last a long time while it was happening, but when the last flicker of ecstasy faded, she knew that it'd been far too short.
The woman between her legs did not remove her tongue, even though the violent spasming stopped. She continued to greedily slip it in and out of the loose, post-orgasmic fissure.
Then the lights came on.
CHAPTER THREE
Donna was blinded by the light momentarily. If the doctor had counted to three, as he'd promised, he'd done so under his breath. When she could see, she stared down at the head lolling between her thighs. It was covered with wavy red hair, it was Monica.
The gorgeous redhead lifted her face from Donna's yawning pussy. From forehead to chin, she was bathed in shining, slippery juice.
"Chalk one up for me," Monica smiled, her eyes aglow with lust. She lowered her face slightly and licked at the glistening edge of Donna's labia.
"Oh!" Donna groaned, her hips jerking, hunching into the woman's face. It was only then that she realized that all the other group members were staring at her. Her face turned crimson and she tried to close her thighs, but Monica's head was in the way. She was unable to hide her nakedness or the lewd thing she'd done from them; they, on the other hand, were not trying to hide what they were doing from her.
Donna gawked at the nude men clustered around the slender appealing body of Connie. Every one of them had a monstrous erection and every one of them was using it on the little blonde! She sat on the lap of the swarthy man, Bill, her thighs straddling his. Jammed up between the nearly hairless, pale pink flaps of her pussy was the huge stump of Bill's penis. And even as Donna gaped, Bill moved his hips, sliding the gleaming, mocha-colored shaft in and out of Connie's cunt, his heavy furry testicles jostling against his buttocks.
"Uhhh!" the blonde groaned, her hands busy pumping up and down over the fiery, straining lengths of Chuck and Bruce's cocks. She held one in each hand and wrung them out passionately, working their loose outer sheaths up and down over the rigid inner bone.
Donna could see the looks of ecstasy on the men's faces and she could see the thick white fluid that was seeping from the heads of their penises as
Connie furiously masturbated them.
But that was not all the blonde was doing. She was also licking, lapping ravenously at the blind, bloated faces of Marvin and the good doctor's cocks, taking turns, swirling over one, then the other, making her small, pointed tongue saw through the clefts in their bulbs, saw over the oozing slots.
The brunette had never seen anything like it. The idea of trying to satisfy all those meaty cocks made her want to swoon. It implied a total submission on the woman's part, a total lack of inhibition.
Connie pressed her face forward, opening her mouth wide and catching the underside of the doctor's immense, arching cock and in its trough. Then she started sliding her parted lips up and down, up and down, sucking on the bottom of his penis, pausing to rapturously nurse on the heavy, hanging folds of his nerve bundle, which drooped from his shaft just below his slit.
The doctor grimaced as the blonde drew her cheeks in, making them concave as she sucked all that sensitive flesh into her mouth. He groaned as she pulled her head back with his thrill center tightly clamped between her teeth, stretching it out. Then he pushed her off him.
"Ooooh!" Connie moaned, miserably as the hot cock jerked up out of her reach, snapping up against his hair covered chest and thumping there, again and again, upon his breast-bone.
Marvin moved in at once, taking the blonde by the cheeks, guiding her open, wet mouth down over the bloated head of his cock.
The doctor turned and advanced on Donna and Monica, his furious banana of a penis visibly throbbing, pulsing with lust.
"No! No, please!" Donna cried, holding her hand out as if that would fend off the gruesome instrument. The sight of that brutally thick club and the massive, goose egg sized testicles pulled up tight beneath it absolutely terrified her.
"Don't be silly, Donna," he smiled proudly, his voice thick with emotion, his eyes licking over her luscious, snowy tits, over the hard pink nipples, over the wet tangle of her pubic hair which clung, glistening to her parted, pink vagina. "This is part of the therapy..."
"No!! " she bawled, trying desperately to fend off the tongue of Monica which had resumed its frantic stabbing into her unguarded cleft.
"Your problem is sex," the doctor said, standing so close to her that she could smell the cloying male scent of his arousal, the raw musk of his scrotum, so close that she could feel the raging heat coming off his throbbing cock. "How can we treat the problem without examining it?"
"This is crazy!" she groaned. "Crazy!"
"Stand back, Monica," Dr. Stevens said, his voice full of authority.
Monica whimpered and gave Donna one last searching tongue stab, pulling the girl's buttocks up into her face, twisting her mouth around passionately on the entrance to her cunt.
"Oh!! " Donna exclaimed, her hips moving with a will of their own, hunching salaciously into the woman's sucking mouth.
Then the redhead was slipping back and Donna felt the rush of air over her splayed vagina, over the moisture that clung to it. She knew she could close her legs, she wanted to, but she wasn't fast enough.
"There!" the doctor said as his thrust his hips between her thighs, pressing forward, making the searing underside of his cock grind against the gaping maw of her cunt.
"No! NO, PLEEEEEASE!! " Donna wailed, pushing on his thick shoulders, trying to squirm away.
He caught her hands by the wrists and wrenched them down, pinning them one on top of the other in his crushing grip.
"Uhhh!" she whimpered, unable to find him off, unable to writhe her pelvis up from the completely vulnerable position it was in. Her back was cruelly pressed into the chair, the edge of her supple buttocks jammed into the front of the seat, her pussy tipped up, wet and waiting.
"Ooooh," the doctor moaned, rolling his hips, mashing his swollen, sperm-filled gonads against the mouth of her vagina.
Donna shuddered at the feel of them rubbing over her pussy, pushing down onto her trembling sphincter. She didn't want it to happen. She didn't want to be taken against her will. It was the same as with Jim, only it was worse, a million times worse because the doctor, the man who was about to rape her, was a stranger and because there was a rapt audience of leering, panting people.
"We're going to confront your problem," the bearded man wheezed, drawing his hips back, making his lusty staff slide through the slick gully of her pussy.
The brunette sobbed as she felt the thick, fleshy pole glide through her cleft, as she felt the great ruddy knob end of it bump into the summit of her furry mound. She looked down over the tummy and saw it there, the shiny, bulbous head, the flaring, spongy rim at the top of it, the deep slot in its velvety, featureless face leaking pale, creamy fluid. It throbbed there, against her wet pubic hair, looking unspeakably lewd.
"I don't want this!" she yelled, her face a mask of hurt and humiliation.
"Trust me," the doctor said, using his free hand to grip the neck of his penis, to bend the head down through the sticky crevice.
Donna struggled frantically, using up the last remains of her strength as she felt his broad penis bulb dividing her labia, slipping down against the narrow opening to her vagina. All her thrashing was in vain. She could not stop him from imbedding his cock there. Once he was firmly in place, on the very brink of spitting her pussy, she stopped fighting. She was exhausted. She had exhausted herself before the real battle had even begun!
I won t hurt you, Doctor Stevens said, soothingly, gently nudging his hips forward, gently prodding her orifice with the tip of his cockhead. "Trust me..."
"He says that to all the girls," Monica quipped, chuckling to herself, her eyes glued onto the juncture of Donna and her doctor's bodies, to the brutally thick shaft, the great spongy rim that protruded out from between her hair fringed cuntal lips.
"You know this is what you want," he said, his voice taking on a resonant, hypnotic quality as he continued to gently test the power of her sphincter.
Donna was completely panic-stricken. He was going to fuck her! Ravish her! There was nothing she could do about it! She jerked her head to the side, looking at the others with pleading, desperate eyes. The looks they gave her in return caused her to shudder. They wanted him to do it to her! They wanted to watch as he pushed his huge cock up into her pussy! To listen to her screams of pain and outrage as he animalishly used her body!
Again and again, his blunt-tipped battering ram bumped into her tightly closed orifice, each time he put a little more power into his nudges, each time she could feel herself yielding, giving a tiny bit more, stretching to accommodate the horrendous head.
She had thought that Jim was big, but she realized in that moment that she'd had nothing to compare him to. Jim was inconsequential when compared to the massive penis of the psychiatrist. She realized that his taking her, his raping his cock up into her pussy was going to be like a second defloration for her and she wondered, her mind full of terror, if her body could take it, or if that impossibly thick tool would split her crotch wide open from anus to belly button, split her open like a ripe melon.
"You're getting much wetter, much hotter," he panted into her face, licking his hair-rimmed lips with a tongue that was both long and red, bumping into her harder, actually rearing back and thrusting.
She could tell that he was getting more and more excited, that the lure of her tight little cunt was taking its toll on his libido. She could also tell that he was right about her lubricant. She could feel the hot, viscous fluid slipping from the overstuffed mouth of her vagina, trickling down between her buttocks. And that juice of hers was making it easier for the heavy knob to slide into her. To her horror, she felt fully half of it nose into the mouth of her vagina, stretching her quivering sphincter to the breaking point.
"Oh, no!" she wailed, as he pulled back, as the tight little muscle ring smooched back down to the tip of his cock. She knew that it was going to happen! She could feel it in the rumbling, the quaking of his hips against her thighs!
"Go on, fuck her!" Monica shouted.
"Do it! Do it to it!" cried Bill, giving a graphic example of what he meant by lunging his thick penis up into Connie's open cunt, thrusting so hard that his balls flapped up to smack the distended lips of her cunt.
Donna gathered what strength was left to her and tightened all the muscles in her body, going totally rigid. It was a last ditch attempt to save herself and she knew it. She knew, even as she did it, that it was too little too late.
"Unnngh!" the doctor grunted, snapping his hips sadistically, driving his bloated bulb into her clenched sphincter. All of his weight was behind the thrust and her orifice gave way to him easily. One third of his mammoth cock swept up into her, clearing the walls of her vagina in two, ripping her cunt as it'd never been ripped before.
"UHHHHH!! ! " she screamed, nearly blacking out from the pain, her legs kicking wildly, futilely as the horrible, hurtful breadth of his erection skewered up into her.
"God, she's tight!" Dr. Stevens gasped, his eyes bulging, his chest heaving with excitement.
"Give it all to her, doc!" Marvin wheezed, his own ruddy cock slipping in and out of the open, glistening mouth of the little blonde.
"Put it to her!" Chuck chimed in. Immediately after the words left the big man's lips, his face purpled and his hips began to jerk madly, driving his friction-reddened cock through Connie's strangling grip.
"Uhhhh!" the blonde gurgled as she felt the long cock throb ominously in her hand. She pulled her mouth from Marvin's penis just as Chuck began to spurt.
"Oh, AHHHHHHHHHH!" the big man cried, fucking his cock as fast as he could through her fist, watching the thick gobs of white semen shoot from his waggling bulb, spattering over her small white breasts, her tiny rosebud nipples.
Connie aimed the exploding penis right into her face and, gasping from her own fever heat, let those sticky gushers shower her eyes, nose, mouth, cheeks and chin.
It was obscene beyond Donna's most awful nightmares, but she was too caught up in her own degradation to pay it much notice. Already, the doctor was pulling back, dragging his huge cockhead back through the channel it had parted. Despite the heavy flow of her juices, the fit was so tight that she could feel his bulb squeaking against her horribly stretched flesh. Then his flaring rim mashed against her already stimulated clitoris. It mashed the hard bud flat, rasping over it so viciously that Donna thought it would surely be rubbed right off!
When that spongy, blood-filled rim slipped over her clit, allowing it to pop back from the juicy flesh of her cunt, a terrible thing happened. Donna's hips flipped! She moaned as the surge of pleasure animated her pelvis, as she saw herself humping lasciviously into the retreating cock, as she felt the awful, tube splitting pain of impalement. She was forcing the cock back in! She was spitting herself!
"NOOOOO!! ! " she bawled, shaking her lovely head from side to side, making her long hair cascade about her shoulders in inky waves.
"So tight! So fucking tight!" Dr. Stevens murmured, flipping his hips, driving even more of his penis up into her pussy.
Donna's eyes grew wide and her jaws opened to let out another scream as half his penis pushed into her. It felt like it was jabbing right up into her belly! like it was about to come out her back! She tried to pull back from the skewering probe, to squirm her hips away, but it was impossible. The chair held her in place and all her writhing did was make the folds of her cunt tease over the intruding cockhead, make her tortured sphincter slip that much further down over the hideous throbbing shaft.
"Shit!" Bill cried, locking his brawny arms about Connie's slender waist, hunching up into her cunt wildly.
"OHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHHH!" the little blonde whined. "Don't cum inside me!! " To make sure that didn't happen, she jerked her sputtering pussy up as Bill snapped his cock back, causing the two to part company.
"What?! ! " Bill moaned, as the blonde dropped her wetly gleaming cunt down on his hairy pubic mound, as his shining red cock flexed and jerked, bobbing from horizontal to vertical and shooting long streamers of milky sperm high in the air.
"Hell! Watch it!" Marvin moaned, jumping back as a hot dollop landed on his foot.
Bill was still spurting when the short balding man grabbed Connie by the hair and pulled her from his lap. Bruce was right in there behind her, pushing her butt-cheeks apart as she bent over at the waist to suck the head of Marvin's penis. The tall blonde young man quickly fitted the fat bulb of his cock to her already fucked and parted slit and savagely hunched into her, making her pussy gobble his thick bone.
"Mmmmmmphlllgghh!! ! " Connie gurgled, her mouth full from cheek to cheek with throbbing penis, as Bruce's cock rammed up her from behind.
"Come on!" Dr. Stevens snarled at Donna, pulling back, lunging, spitting her to the hairs on his big penis. "Come on, fuck! Fuck me!! "
Donna was too terrified to obey. She could feel the root of his cock almost splitting her pussy mouth, the length of his shaft like a log crammed up her pussy, the massive thick head pulsing deep in her belly like a second heart. She wanted to pass out, but she could not.
"Come on!! " he growled again, jerking back, thrusting, bashing his hot testicles into her buttocks, burying every inch of his cock in her cunt.
Donna could do nothing. Her entire vagina was his for the taking!
The doctor hissed something unintelligible into her face, then started fucking her like a madman, pulling his cock practically all the way out of her pussy, then sliding it all back in. He was using her tight young pussy ruthlessly, the same way another man might've used the cunt of a cheap whore.
"OOOOOHHHHH!! ! " she whined, cringing at the moist, squishy sounds of her own body as it responded to the brutal ravishment. Her pussy began sputtering and farting about the plunging staff, sending beads of hot juice raining down his belly, her thighs.
The rim of his cock kept sawing relentlessly over her clitoris, flicking it in a sensual rhythm, sending wave after wave of pleasure rushing over her belly. Pleasure?! !
"UHHHHH!! ! " the brunette cried, realizing that her own body was betraying her. She couldn't stop what was happening to her, the feverish excitement building in her loins, any more than she could stop the mercilessly pounding penis.
"Cum, baby! Cum!! " the doctor howled, his hands sweeping her silky buttocks up from the chair seat, hauling them towards him, into his animalish lunges.
Though her hands were free now, Donna could not use them to defend herself. They slipped over the hairy shoulders of the doctor, passionately stroking his broad neck, his hairy face. He was fucking her so hard that each impact made her firm breasts jounce and jiggle wildly, sluicing his cock through the trembling sheath of her pussy so fast that it stole her breath away!
"OHHHHH-OHHHHH-OHHHHH!! " she wailed, her voice rising and falling in pitch like an air raid siren. The bottom was dropping out of the world! Under her feet there was only Blackness!
"Cum! Cummmmm!! "
Donna fell, head over heels, backwards into the abyss. Between her legs there was a whole string of explosions, one after the other, explosions that sent her hips snapping into his thrusts, practically jerking from his cupping hands in their frenzy. She knew she was orgasming and that she had never, ever orgasmed before! She was climaxing about the pistoning shaft of a strange man's penis!
Her vagina went slack, then tightened, crushing the doctor's cock in its convulsive grip. Suddenly, the thing in her belly was throbbing, flexing, shooting hot, thick fluid into her pussy.
"OHHHHHH!! ! " she groaned, as that molten goo flooded her belly, filling her pussy to overflowing, then, powered by the brutal thrusts of his cock, came rushing out to slip over her twisting, grinding buttocks in a white hot wave.
The doctor kept up his humping long after his own orgasm was finished, trying to give Donna as much pleasure as she could stand. After his semen further lubricated her cunt, his penis slipped in and out of it like a finger into a Vaseline filled rubber glove. There wasn't any pain anymore, only pleasure!
Donna threw her arms about the man's thick chest and hugged her breasts tight to him as he. continued to fuck her. She was awestruck by what had just happened to her that she didn't know what else to do.
"Get it! Get it!! " Marvin croaked. He was standing in front of the bent over Connie, his feet wide apart, his knees bent, his ass flipping up, driving his cock into her mouth.
Connie made a low, gargling sound and then her adam's apple started to bob furiously. Marvin was ejaculating into her mouth and she was sucking every teeming drop down, swallowing his cum greedily.
The sight of the short man's cock plowing through the soft, moist ring of her lips, the feel of her hot, wet pussy about his cock was too much for Bruce. The young man grunted and lunged into her buttocks so hard that it knocked the girl off balance.
"Uggghllghh!" she choked, flapping her arms, coughing, sending droplets of semen flying every which way.
Bruce knew, what she was getting so excited about. She didn't want him to cum inside her. He obliged her by ripping his spurting cock from her pussy. He tore her fat buttocks apart and jammed his glistening penis between them, then continued humping, shooting comets of pearly white up over her back, to splatter between her shoulder blades and in the hollow of her spine.
Finally, Dr. Stevens withdrew his penis from Donna's pussy. He stepped back and stared at her ravaged cunt, at the beads of milky semen clinging to the hair rimming her droopy labia.
"Real progress," he said, nodding to the others. "I think we've made real progress this session."
CHAPTER FOUR
When Mrs. Marsh asked Donna the following morning how her first encounter group session went, the shapely brunette was momentarily at a loss for words. She felt a hot blush creep up into her cheeks. Though she'd pondered and thrashed over what had happened to her all night long, she still wasn't sure how she felt about it.
"Fine," she managed, trying to smile confidently. "It went fine. The doctor seems very concerned, interested in all the people."
"I'm glad that it's turning out for you," Mrs. Marsh said. "Sometimes, the first group you get into just isn't right. I know I had to go to four different ones before I could really let my hair down."
Donna held her smile until she thought her cheeks would crack. Inside, her stomach was churning. Was Doctor Stevens group really what she needed?
After the initial orgy, the good doctor had made it plain that the brand of therapy he espoused for sexual difficulties was more of the same. He spoke at some length about the surrogate theory, and how it was possible to work out problems with non-threatening sexual partners.
If the other members of the group hadn't been so supportive of her, congratulating her on her letting go with the doctor, Donna wouldn't have been so confused. They made things seem altogether different to her. Instead of thinking the obvious, that she had just been ruthlessly raped, forced into climax by the combination of Monica's tongue and the doctor's penis, they thought that she'd overcome some kind of major hurdle in her life, that she'd actually accomplished something worthwhile. This was so contra to everything Donna felt about what had happened that she was flabbergasted. Given her already shaky state of mind, she didn't have the will power to buck the flow of their opinion in the matter and by the time it came to go home, she was feeling pretty good about the whole thing.
When she got home, however, and the thick, white porridge Stevens had pumped up into her began to seep out, she began to sway back the other way. She once again felt defiled, abused, that her trust in his ability as a physician was unfounded, that he was nothing but a charlatan.
"Usually the first night's the roughest," Mrs. Marsh went on. "I guess you stood up to it all right, though. You don't look any the worse for wear."
Donna shrugged. If Mrs. Marsh could've seen the way her poor, broken little pussy had swollen up during the night, if she could've felt the pain Donna felt every time she took a step, she would've thought better. The pain Donna suffered was a hundred times worse than the pain she'd experienced on her wedding night. That was nothing at all, a minor discomfort compared to this.
In a way, Donna thought it was funny that she'd so scrupulously avoided being penetrated by her husband's penis, thinking it to be the hugest, grossest thing in creation, when, in point of fact, it was the merest pencil stub compared to the meaty rods she'd seen the previous night. In retrospect, she was surprised that she even could've felt Jim's cock dipping into her. She knew, with no small horror in her soul, that she'd never be able to feel him again. She was truly ruined now.
"They like to give a newcomer the works right away," Mrs. Marsh said, "to find out if he or she is the group's kind of material. That way, they don't waste anybody's time."
Donna nodded. They had given her the works, all right. And to their way of thinking, she'd passed with flying colors. She, on the other hand, wasn't so sure if she was their kind of material.
"When's your next meeting?" the head teller asked.
Donna told her in a week. Her boss smiled with satisfaction and said that she was counting on Donna to stick in there and win.
Right then, Donna was as close to telling Mrs. Marsh about the goings-on in the group as she would ever be. She knew that the woman would expect her to continue the sessions, that they were going to be what kept her on the job until her performance picked up ... if it ever did. She didn't want to be saddled with that kind of burden, especially if the only kind of therapy Dr. Anger was going to give was with his penis. What the other group members had said, not withstanding, she didn't know if sex with strangers would solve her problem.
Even though she was unsure about the group and its methods, she didn't speak up and voice her concerns to the older woman. For one thing, she was ashamed of what she'd allowed to happen to her body, ashamed that she hadn't fought harder to keep her honor. And she was sure that if she did tell the head teller that the woman would be horrified, that she would blame Donna for participating in something so blatantly illicit.
Right up until the night she was scheduled to go to the next meeting, Donna wasn't sure if she was going to attend or not. The idea of continuing in the same vein frightened her. She kept seeing herself in the place of Connie, greedily receiving the thrusts of all those hard cocks, the gooey spurts of their sperm, and it made her sick. Still, under her revulsion, there was a curiosity about the whole scene, about where the doctor would lead herein the end, she went, but not out of curiosity or fear of the loss of her job. Donna went because of guilt, because she thought of what had happened to her as punishment, a punishment she deserved. When she arrived at the doctor's office, she found the group already in session. Dr. Stevens waved her to a seat in the circle of chairs. As she sat down, she smiled at the others and they nodded to her, then the discussion continued.
"So, what are your feelings about women, then?" Marvin asked Bruce.
The blonde young man grimaced and looked at his hands.
Donna was relieved to discover that she wasn't the one on the hot seat this session.
"He sure did all right with me last time," Connie said, beaming proudly.
"Yes, tell us about that, Bruce," Dr. Stevens said. "How did you feel when you were fucking Connie?"
"I, well, I," he stammered, his pale cheeks flushing with embarrassment, "I guess I liked it."
"You didn't wish you were with a guy?" Chuck said, giving Bill a lewd wink.
It was a wink that Bruce caught. "No," he said, glaring at the big man. "I didn't wish I was fucking a guy. She, her pussy felt real nice, real warm and wet. Hiked doing it to her."
Dr. Stevens waved his hands in the air. "For the benefit of our newcomers, Mrs. La Rose," he said, "I think I should add a little background so that she'll understand the importance of what Bruce has just said. Last time was the first, I repeat, the first time that he'd ever made love to a woman. All his other experiences were limited to members of his own sex."
"Yeah, old Brucie used to be queer as a two dollar bill," Chuck said.
"Old Butthole Bruce," Bill added, maliciously.
"I don't think that kind of talk is necessary or constructive," the doctor said.
"No, hey, forget it," Bruce said. "I don't mind. I got to get used to listening to morons make anal jokes a long time ago. It comes with the territory. I guess. It doesn't bother me. There's only one thing I wish you guys would get straight and that's that I was the one doing the fucking, even when I was gay."
"Oooooh-wooooo!" Chuck said, making like Tinker Bell with his fingers.
"Let's hear it for the active faggots!" Bill chuckled.
"All right, you two," the doctor said. "I don't think either one of you has anything to be proud of."
"I never fucked another guy in the ass!" Bill said, defiantly.
"Pit-y," Bruce said.
"Why you swarmy little perv!" the swarthy man growled, half rising from his chair.
"Cut it, Bill!" Doctor Stevens warned. "I don't think I have to remind the group that though it's true you never fucked another man in the anus, you certainly did force a number of young girls into the same situation."
"That was different," Bill protested. "They were girls, women."
"Boooo!" Monica called. "You're even weirder than Bruce, man. You're sicker. At least he didn't force anybody to do his nasty stuff."
"That's right!" Connie said. "Bruce never raped anybody in the ass, did you?"
Bruce shook his head, glaring at Bill.
"Big deal!" Bill said. "He probably wanted to but he was afraid."
"Not everybody is like you, Bill," Monica said.
"You're afraid all the time, that's why you're such a creep!"
"I'm not afraid of anything," he said, making a fist and holding it up for everyone to see.
"Not when it comes to little girls and terrified women," Connie added. "Did you jump out at them in the dark or what?"
Bill shut up. He turned his head away and looked at the opposite wall, refusing to meet the gaze of any of the other group members.
"Bill?" Dr. Stevens said.
"Let the animal sulk," Marvin smirked. "We were talking about something important, about Bruce's first hetero fuck."
The doctor nodded. "Yes, go on Bruce," he said, "tell us what else you felt while you were doing it."
"I don't know what to say," the young man told them. "It felt good, I don't know, right somehow. I liked the way her pussy smelled, too. When I was pushing my cock in and out of her, the scent of it kind of whooshed up into my face. I liked that a lot."
"Is it something you think you'll want to do again?" Connie asked, hopefully.
"Sure. Why not?" Bruce said.
"How does that make you feel, Connie?" the doctor said. "You were the woman who turned him around."
"I guess it makes me feel pretty good," she nodded.
"Do you still think you're frigid?" Dr. Stevens asked. "Do you think a frigid woman could've pulled that off?"
"I don't know," she said.
"What I'm trying to get across to you, Connie, and to all the others, is that frigidity is as much a state of mind as anything else. You think you're frigid ... or gay ... or impotent. . . and by, God, you are. What we're trying to do here is to convince ourselves, through acting out our fantasies with non-threatening surrogates, that all the things we believe about ourselves aren't necessarily true. They are true if we want them to be."
He looked around the group and smiled at each member.
"All of you can make the same kind of tangible progress as Bruce has done," he continued. "All of you can rid yourselves of the self-concepts that are troubling you."
"The only thing that might make him change is surgery," Monica said.
"It's called a lobotomy," Connie said.
Bill turned around and glowered at her. "I know what that is," he said. "I know why you have it in for me, too. You think you have to get revenge for all the broads I fucked. Well, you can't do it! What I did, I did, and every time you give me a dig like that, I think about how sweet it was to hear those bitches squeal when I shoved it to them. It was even sweeter to hear them come around in the end, begging me for more."
"Come on!" Connie said.
"Doctor, that jerk is a psychotic," Monica complained. "You aren't supposed to let them out of a cage."
"Bill has the same potential for change as all of you," Dr. Stevens said.
"I thought we were talking about Bruce?" Marvin said, impatiently. "Who wants to hear about Bill, anyway? It's always the same story with him, only every time the girls get bigger tits and they holler for more a little bit louder."
"Fuck you, too, mama's boy!" Bill said.
"Bruce, you said you'd like to try making love to a woman again," the doctor said, ignoring the squabbling. "Would you like to make it with any. of the girls here tonight?"
"You're giving him first crack?! ! " Chuck exclaimed, aghast.
"At least we know he can get it up!" Connie smirked, coming to the young man's defense.
Chuck shut up.
"Yeah, I would," Bruce said. He looked over at Donna with hot, longing eyes. "I'd like to fuck Donna."
"Why Donna?" Monica asked him.
He kept right on looking her in the eye and said, "Because I want to make her cum."
Donna shivered. She remembered what his cock looked like when he pulled it out of Connie at the last possible instant. How it was shining from tip to root with her slick juice, how it throbbed and spat threads of sticky semen from the slit in its bulbous head, the tendons and sinews in it standing out like steel bands.
"What do you say, Donna?" the doctor asked.
"Do it, Donna!" Monica said.
"Give the guy a break," Marvin chimed in.
Donna was speechless. What could she say? The idea of giving herself willingly to a strange, a very strange young man while a bunch of others watched was too bizarre for her to comprehend. She wanted to say "No," but instead she said nothing, just sitting there and staring back across the room at Bruce.
The young man got up from his seat and walked over to her. She could see that he was already excited. There was a big pulsing lump in the front of his trousers. He walked right up to her and put his hand on her breast, squeezing it through the fabric of her blouse.
"Oh!" she said, slitting her eyes. It felt good and that surprised her. She made no move to push his massaging eager hand away, letting him fondle both her breasts at will, pinching her nipples up into hard little stubs.
"I love your tits," he said, thickly, unbuttoning her blouse, pulling it from her shoulders. Then he reached around her back and undid her brassiere, slipping it from over her jutting mounds.
"Ohhh!" Donna moaned as he thrust his face between her bare tits, putting his hands to their silky sides, trapping his head in their deep cleavage.
"Look at him go!" Marvin said, delightedly.
"Yeah, we know how you are about tits," Chuck said, nastily.
The young man pulled his head back and started licking Donna's nipples, stroking them with hot, wet swipes of his tongue.
"Ohhh, ohhh," the brunette cooed, cradling the back of his head in her hand, watching as he sucked her nipple into his hot mouth, as he bobbed his head, forcing the pink stub to flip in and out of his pursed lips like a tiny, wrinkled cock.
"Where did you learn that trick?" Bill called. "At some bowling alley head?"
Bruce paid the rapist no mind. He gently milked Donna's supple tits, nursing on one, then the other, making them stand out long and stiff.
Donna couldn't believe the effect his lips and tongue were having on her. Just sucking her nipples like that made a firestorm of sensation rush down over her stomach and down between her legs. There was no thought in her mind of making him stop now.
Bruce slipped his hands in under her smooth shaven armpits and hoisted her up to her feet.
Then his hands were fumbling with the zipper of her skirt, sliding it down over her hips.
"Oh, AHHHHH," he groaned as he stared down at her fat pubic mound encased in slick, rose pink acetate. Through the front of the sheer panties, he could see the dense thicket of her black pubic hair. Little curly points of it poked out through the weave of the fabric and twined around the outside of the tight leg bands.
Donna shuddered as she felt his finger clutching at her waistband, hauling her panties down around her ankles. He had to bend over to get them off her feet and as he straightened up, he slid his hands up the backs of her thighs, up over the silky skin of her buttocks.
"Don't just look at it! Kiss it!" Marvin said.
Bruce stood there hunkered over, peering at the furry triangle between Donna's legs. Then, without warning, he lunged, throwing his face into her fork, mashing her pubis against his mouth.
"Yesss! Yesss!" the brunette wailed as she felt his tongue flipping about over the summit of her pussy, lapping at the insides of her thighs, flicking over the lips of her cunt.
"Uhhhhhhmmmm," he moaned, his fingers clutching her buttocks hard, digging deep into her sleek crack as he group his face into her crotch.
"Open up! Give it to him!! " Monica cried.
"Yeah, let him eat you!" Chuck said.
Donna didn't obey, didn't actively open her thighs wider, but when the young man pushed her knees apart, making her stand with a good two feet between her thighs, she made no move to fight him.
"OH!" she gasped as he dropped his hungry mouth down on her unguarded pussy. He was licking her like a maniac, sweeping his tongue over the hair-fringed, puckering slit, digging the tip of it down between her tightly closed labia.
"God, she tastes so good!" he panted, pulling back so he could see what he was getting.
When he threw his mouth back down, he placed it directly over the entrance to her pussy. On the first thrust, his tongue bored right up into her pussy, rubbing incitingly over the fat bud of her clitoris.
"UHHHH!! ! " Donna whined, hips flipping obscenely into his face. At the first touch of tongue to clit, her knees went to jelly and she had to reach back to the chair for support or fall down.
"Get it!" Marvin cried.
"Suck that cunt!" Chuck said.
Bruce did just that, sucking and thrusting, sucking and thrusting, swirling his tongue over the delicious, folds of her pussy.
In less than a minute, Donna found herself unable to stop humping. Her body demanded that she respond, that she hunch into those thrilling tongue stabs. And she did so, though her face burned with shame at the spectacle she was making of herself, at the sloppy, embarrassing noises her cunt was making as it nursed on the darting probe.
"Would you look at her fuck!" Chuck said in astonishment.
"Lucky girl!" Monica said, wistfully.
Donna was oblivious to the comments from the sidelines. All she cared about was that waggling tongue, was flipping her hips to make it slide in and out of her quivering fissure, to make it saw over the tender nubbin of her clit. She could feel her hot juices rushing forth, bathing the young man's lips, his face, making everything down between her legs very squishy indeed. She could also feel her pussy loosening up, the heavy outer lips getting all puffy, pooching back from the central slit. Her much thinner, inner lips started to droop, to gape, to slip over the whole lower half of his face.
Bruce pulled back, gasping for breath. His whole face from forehead to chin was glistening with her lubricant. He licked his lips hungrily, rising, straightening up. The front of his pants looked like it had a telephone pole jamming into it! He reached out and took her hand and placed it on the heavy knob end of his erect penis, making her squeeze it.
Donna moaned, sagging back against the chair, but she didn't let go of his cock. She squeezed it again, marveling in the searing heat of it through the fabric of his pants, in the seeping, sticky moisture that brushed her palm as it oozed through the weave of the material.
"I'm going to fuck you now," Bruce said, pushing his hips forward, grinding his cockhead into her hand.
Donna said nothing. Her mind was reeling with the new sensations dancing in her veins. She could hardly breathe for the pressure on her chest and when she did. It felt like her lungs were on fire. That wasn't the only part of her body on fire, either. Between her legs, there was a hot little bake oven and from that bake oven leaked a trickle of slick fluid, fluid that ran in crystal beads from the hair-fringed mouth of her vagina, that ran down the inside of her thighs, clear to her knees. The heat that came off her pussy radiated over her whole body in scorching, searing waves.
Bruce started tearing his clothes off madly, tossing them left and right. And when he pulled his trousers and underwear down, his cock flipped up, slapping against his bare chest, sending droplets of semen spattering over the smooth, hairless skin.
That, Donna thought, her heart thumping up under her chin, is the instrument of my punishment. She nearly swooned at the sight of it. It looked twice as big as the doctor's and it had a head on it the size of her clenched fist. It was a pale pink, a brand-new looking color and the veins that marbled its surface were thick and blue. Under the ring of pale brown pubic hair hung his ruddy, wrinkly scrotum. It was practically hairless, save for a few wisps, and it held a pair of kidney shaped orbs that swung down to his mid-thigh. As she stared at it, she could see the pulse throbbing in its throat just under the flaring, spongy rim. It was almost as if it had a life of its own!
"Fuck her with it, man. Fuck her!" Bill shouted, jumping to his feet and moving closer so he could get a better view of the erotic action.
All of the group members rose and shuffled over to the naked couple, ringing them, opening gawking at their lust-swollen genitalia.
Bruce reached down and took hold of Donna's right thigh. When he lifted it up, she groaned and hopped on her left foot, hopped closer to him.
"Hold on tight," he whispered, his lips a scant inch from hers. He guided her leg up around his hip, then took her arms and slid them around his neck.
"OH!! " the brunette cried as the young man hoisted her up in the air, making her straddle his waist with both legs. She clung to his neck for dear life, swallowing her fear with difficulty.
Then he was fumbling about under her buttocks, peeling the lips of her vagina wide apart, plastering them back against her slobber-drenched pubis. It was only then that Donna realized just how vulnerable she was. As she was riding his waist, her open pussy was right there, right over the head of his hard cock.
"Uhhh!" she whined. The blunt, smooth head of his penis nudged at her orifice, slipping easily between the slick flaps, poking into her hot pocket.
Bruce wrapped his fist about the root of his cock and pushed it forward and back, masturbating into her yawning cunt.
"Not like that you jerk!" Marvin said.
"Don't jack off! Fuck! Fuck!! " Chuck cried.
Donna could feel him doing it, feel him working the loose outer sheath of his cockskin up and down over that stony inner bone. Suddenly, she knew that she didn't want him to orgasm like that, she wanted him to do it inside her, she wanted to feel the shaft of his cock flexing and jerking within her. Even knowing this, she could not take an active part in the sex. What she did was passive. She loosened her grip about his waist and let the weight of her body drive the head of his penis up into her pussy. Her cunt swallowed the massive bulb in a single gulp.
"OHH!" she howled, as her sphincter was brutally ripped apart, as the cruel, invading presence of his cock strove up into her pussy.
Bruce stopped masturbating at once. The feel of her hot, slick sheath sliding down over the head of his cock was much, much better than any hand job in history. He grabbed her buttocks in both hands and pulled down on them ferociously, forcing her cunt to slip lower down on his cock.
"Oh, God! GOD!" she bawled as he gave a little flip of his hips, making his penis dip in and out, making the upper surface of his shaft scrape over her clitoris. "Go, man, go!" Chuck cheered.
Marvin stood directly behind Donna, his face about a foot from the mouth of her plundered pussy. Donna could actually feel his breath gusting over her sticky parts!
With hard, snapping thrusts, Bruce forced her pussy to swallow the rest of his cock. He kept right on humping into her until the mouth of her pussy sat flat on the root of his penis, his crisp hairs rasping her tender orifice. Then he paused, wallowing in the sensation of being balls deep in her tight pussy, of having her cruelly distended sphincter clutching wildly about his cockroot, of feeling her silky smooth ass-cheeks in the palm of his hands.
For her part, Donna just hung on, keeping her long, slim legs tight about his waist, her arms tight to his neck. She was too deeply spitted on his cock to do anything else. He held her skewered like a pig on a lance and she didn't dare move for fear of ruining herself forever.
Groaning from the effort, Bruce dragged his cock back through the clutching, clinging drapery of her pussy. As soon as his cock started to move backward, a great rush of her viscous juice came sliding from her pussy, oozing over his balls in a tingling, searing wave. And when he plowed back up into her, all that juice made things about a thousand times squishier. Her cunt actually burbled at him as it gobbled down his thick rod!
"Oh!" Donna wailed, her buttocks, her breasts jiggling as his pubis bashed against hers. And his fingers were digging deeper and deeper into her asscrack, fumbling for the tiny, winking ring of her anus.
He drew back and lunged again, and again, the muscles in his legs twitching from the strain. But he would not relent, would not let her down until he had brought her off.
Donna buried her face in the nape of his neck, sobbing from the terror, the wonder of what was happening to her. She didn't know how to react; she was losing control. His cock was setting off the fireworks between her legs, making her hips start to squirm, to fuck up and down on the stiff, unyielding shaft. . . and his index finger was pushing insistently at the tight ring of her rectum, using her up and down motion to prod into her.
As the tip of his finger slipped into the rubbery grip of her anus, burning her bowels like hot lead, it happened. Whether Donna took the obscene impalement as the final indignity in her "punishment" or the ultimate in pleasure, it pushed her over the brink into orgasm. Skyrockets zoomed between her ears as her cunt closed down on his thrusting cock, quadrupling the friction in a single heartbeat.
"JEEZ!! " Bruce choked, his eyes rolling up into his head, his hips shifting into high gear.
"Look at him go!! " Chuck exclaimed.
The young man was off and running, jamming his cock up into her convulsing pussy in a red blur. As he hunched madly, he panted in her face, telling her to keep on cumming, telling her how much he loved her cunt.
The sound of his lewd words only increased
Donna's ecstasy and when she felt his penis throb ominously within her, when the first molten surge of sperm flooded her pussy, she started to shriek, throwing her head back, shaking her long, silky hair, waggling her ass salaciously.
"Cum! Cum!" Bruce growled.
"Cum! Cum!" chanted the group in unison, pushing and jostling each other to get in closer to the action.
"YESSSSS!! " Donna wailed, licking the young man's face, trying to stuff her tongue up his nostrils. "YESSSSSS!! ! "
CHAPTER FIVE
Somewhere in the middle of all the joy, Donna fainted. When she awoke, she was laying on her back on a low couch on the far side of the room. Between her legs, there was a delicious warmth, a tingling afterglow of her climax. And she felt the sticky semen ooze forth as she shifted on the sofa, gushing from her wet pussy, running down between the cheeks of her ass.
She looked down at herself, peering between her spread legs, and moaned. Her whole black bush was covered with the powdered sugar of dried semen and the pouting, puffy lips of her vagina were dusted with it.
The sounds of raw, animal grunting broke her reverie and she looked up at the others who were still in the middle of the ring of chairs. They had all taken off their clothes and Monica and Connie were standing, their bodies bent over at the waist, buttocks tipped up so that Chuck and Doctor Anger, respectively, could fuck their cunts from behind. This the two men were doing with great gusto. Donna could see the red, glistening lengths of their hard cocks disappearing up into the women's pussies, gliding in and out like they were on ball bearings.
Monica and Connie were busy in front, too. Bill had his cock stuffed into Monica's open mouth and Connie was greedily sucking Marvin's heavy testicles. The little blonde actually had both of the monstrous orbs stuffed into her mouth!
The doctor let out a low, savage roar and smashed his hips into her upturned behind, sweeping Connie's buttocks far apart.
The blonde whimpered into Marvin's scrotum, then spit out the gross mouthful and wailed, "Don't cum inside me!! "
The doctor grunted anxiously, but did as his patient asked, hauling his huge penis from her cunt. He squirted straight up in the air, showering not only himself, but all those around him with the hot, sticky gobs of his semen.
"For crying out loud!! " Chuck howled, shielding his sweat beaded face with his forearm, trying to keep from being inundated with the doctor's cum.
As soon as she felt the hot stuff spattering her back, Connie crammed Marvin's balls back into her face and resumed her sucking, sliding the pursed ring of her lips up and down the gathering at the top of his bag, the place where it joined his cock.
"Oh, baby! Oh!" the cherubic little man howled, his hand tightly wrapped about the shaft of his thick penis, pumping up and down it frantically. Heavy, creamy sperm belched from his swollen bulb, oozing down over the face of his cock like streusel frosting, running down over his fingers, over the root of his shaft, trickling down through his pubic hair and onto the wrinkly flesh of his scrotum.
Connie whimpered as the rich fluid slipped into her sucking lips. She whimpered and sucked harder, pulling his great testicles far back into her mouth, lashing her tongue over them as the throbbing length of his cock jerked and bucked over her head.
When the trio finally moved apart, the little blonde was still whimpering. Her cheeks were touched with hot pink, her eyes bulging, her much-fucked pussy hanging down between her legs like a hot house flower, a parboiled orchid.
"God!! " she moaned, clutching her tits in one hand and her crotch in the other, digging her nails into both. "I was so close!! So close to cumming!! "
The doctor put his arm about her trembling shoulders.
"Then you don't feel frigid?" he asked.
"Oh, doctor, I'm so hot! I'm burning up!! I can't stand it!"
Donna saw the doctor whisper something into Connie's ear, then he led her over to the couch. The blonde was, indeed, in an alarming state. Her chest was heaving, her breath coming in short little gasps, and the insides of both thighs were bathed from crotch to knee in her glistening lubricant. The scent of that slick fluid made Donna's head spin. It was so dank, so musky!
"Donna," the doctor said, stroking the shuddering blonde's buttocks paternally, "Connie needs you."
Then it was Donna's turn to shudder, for she knew exactly what Connie needed her for. She stared at the smaller girl's friction-reddened labia, the ragged, gleaming slit just above the fat moons of her buttocks and groaned. This was something she knew she didn't want. She'd never even considered making love to another woman before. The idea of acting like one of the cheap sluts in Jim's masturbation magazines made her skin crawl.
"And you need her," Dr. Stevens said. He moved closer, pushing Connie closer, too, reaching out with his free hand to touch Donna on the face.
Donna closed her eyes as his fingers danced over her face, sending tickling waves of feeling rushing over it.
"You need her to show you the other side of love," he went on, his voice getting thick with emotion. "You have to learn how to give yourself, Donna. How to give and not hold back anything. You have to trust your heart."
The brunette could hardly concentrate on what he was saying. His tone of voice was so soothing, so relaxing and the stroking of his fingers on her lips, her cheeks made her feel very drowsy.
"Help her, Donna. Help Connie," he said, removing his hand.
Donna felt the couch creak and she opened her eyes just in time to see Connie climbing over her, straddling her chest. She peered right into the blonde's parted cunt and the smell of it, a thousand times more powerful than before, raged into her brain, making her mouth fill with buckets of hot slobber.
"No, please," Donna said, putting her hands up, grabbing hold of Connie's sleek hips, trying to keep her pussy at a distance from her face. Under her fingers, the other woman's skin was marvelously smooth and warm, like hot satin.
"Kiss me," Connie moaned down to her, leaning against the restraints of the brunette's hands, waving her hot pussy in her face. "Kiss me on my cunt."
"No, please!! " Donna cried, twisting her head as far to the side as she could to avoid the wet labia.
"Lick me, pleeeease!! " the blonde wailed, hunching her fork towards Donna's mouth. When the brunette's arms successfully held her at bay, she tried another tack. Instead of pushing forward, she pushed down, dropping her lewdly splayed crotch right onto Donna bare breasts.
"OHH!! " she moaned as hot, sticky pussy swam over her tits, painting her nipples with slippery fluid, dousing her sleek cones with shining juice. And the scent was positively mind-boggling! It was so strong that it brought tears to the struggling girl's eyes.
Connie greedily dragged her yawning cunt back and forth over the jutting mounds and each time she swept her hips forward, she increased the length of her stroke, bringing her pussy that much closer to Donna's averted face.
"Donna!! " Dr. Anger said, imperiously. "Donna, don't fight it!! Let yourself go!! Let yourself feel!! "
"Uhhhh," she wailed, miserably, shaking her head from side to side.
"You've got to! Got to!! " he shouted.
When Donna still refused, the doctor stepped around to the end of the couch, reached down and caught her hands by the wrists.
"NOOOOO!! ! " she cried, as she felt him rip her hands away from the blonde's hips, hauling them up over her head. There was nothing keeping Connie from doing what she wanted! Nothing!!
Connie started clambering the second the blocking hands were removed. She straddled Donna's horror struck face, then lowered her pussy right onto her tightly closed mouth.
Donna shuddered at the feel of those hot, wet petals as they smooched over her lips, her nose, her chin, drenching her face in the viscous seepage of pussy. The sparse bit of blonde fluff atop Connie's mound scratched her nose and cheeks and she tried to twist her head away, to get out from under the nasty gash. But Connie wouldn't let her. Using the weight of her body, she pinned Donna's head to the couch, mashing her cuntal lips hard on her mouth.
Then the little blonde began humping, grinding her hips, squirming her pussy over Donna's unguarded face. It was so gooey, so smothering that Donna wanted to scream. She kicked her feet wildly, trying desperately to unseat the woman riding her face.
Connie, however, stayed right in the saddle and continued to flip her ass, to make the entrance to her cunt slap moistly against Donna's lips.
"Tongue me!! Tongue me!! " the blonde cried, balefully, slithering her buttery flesh all over Donna's face.
The sobbing brunette would not. She kept her mouth so tightly closed that the tendons in her jaws were jerking from the strain. About her ears, Connie's silky thighs were sliding and the sound of them brushing back and forth was deafening. To her horror, she could actually feel Connie's cuntal sphincter convulsing against her lips, opening and closing like some tropical sea creature. Despite her revulsion, Donna felt a strange stirring within her. It had to do with Connie's desperate need and her ability to satisfy it, or deny it, as she saw fit. It was power, pure and simple, but Donna was far too confused and rattled to understand. She thought it was the surfacing of some deep seated lesbian hunger and she choked it down, trying to stifle the urge she felt to push her tongue up into the gooey slit, up into the flexing grip of Connie's cunt.
While the pair writhed and thrashed on the couch, Marvin came over to join the doctor as a spectator. The sight of Donna's wildly kicking legs, her squirming thighs, and the thick black bush between them made him want to do more than just watch, however. He put fingers to cock and started masturbating and in a matter of seconds, he'd brought his rubbery cock back up to full erection.
"What do you say, doc?" he said, leering at the psychiatrist. "Should I slip it to her?"
Dr. Stevens considered his proposal, then nodded sagely. "It might be just what she needs," he said.
The short man quickly leaned down and put his hands to Donna's sleek knees, forcing them wide apart, then twisting her lower body so her legs hung over the front of the couch.
The brunette was so overpowered by the smothering weight on her face that she couldn't put up much of a struggle against the hard, cruel hands that were splaying her thighs wide open. She had to concentrate on keeping her jaws closed, on trying to gasp for breath each time Connie lifted her pussy back, preparing for the next sticky lunge.
Marvin peered down at her moisture beaded slit, at the droplets of semen clinging to the fringe of black hair ringing her fat cunt, and chuckled. Then he slipped between her thighs, bending the huge, bulbous head of his penis down from against his sternum, brushing it over the soft fur atop her hummock.
Donna moaned up into the suffocating petals. Once more she found herself helpless, a victim. And this time she couldn't even see who it was that was preparing to ravish her! All she could do was feel. Feel the broad knob nudging her parted slit, easing down the slick gully, down to the nadir of her vagina, the already fucked, already cum mouth of her cunt. She knew as soon as she felt him there, throbbing, menacing, that there was nothing she could do to keep him out. No matter how large his penis was, her pussy was as juicy as it would ever be, juicy with her own fluids and with the fluids that Bruce had shot up into her.
Marvin knew it, too. He knew how to handle a "buttered bun." Growling, he lunged, driving the head of his cock into her with a single brutal thrust.
Under Connie's grinding hips, Donna opened her mouth and screamed. It felt like he was turning her whole pussy outside in!! Taking her labia, her hairs, everything right up her channel with it!!
The marvelous vibrations of Donna's shout rattled Connie's dropping flaps, and the feel of her mouth opening, finally opening under her cunt drove her berserk. Shrieking with delight, the little blonde started humping Donna's face in earnest, bashing her cunt into her parted lips so hard that she could feel the impact all the way up to her nipples.
Marvin pulled back, returning her external genitalia to the light of day. When he could see the fat rim of his cock head between her hairy labia, he thrust again, this time spearing her to the hilt.
Donna screamed again, up into the muffling flaps, as all that hard meat surged up into her cunt. It felt like it was never going to stop, like it was going to keep on pouring into her until it came right out her mouth! And then it did stop, stop short with a savage smack as his groin pounded into hers. And when it stopped, it was a million times worse! The root of his penis was so broad that it felt like she was being torn in two! And the huge head was jabbing up into her belly, pushing up against the soft tip of her cervix.
Marvin gasped and wrenched his cock back, making the broad rim buffet her hard little clitoris.
Joy lanced up into Donna's cunt, crackling up her spine like high voltage. And as it did, a deluge of Connie's tangy juice rushed down into her open mouth.
"Ugggghhhlllgghh!" she gargled, trying to expel the slick fluid. But there was no place to expel it to. Though she pushed it back up into the fissure yawning over her lips, it all came rushing back. She had to swallow it, swallow it or choke to death!
"Eat me!! Eat meeeee!! " Connie bawled, battering Donna's face in her hunger.
Marvin started fucking in and out of her wet pussy animalishly, grunting and groaning as he sent stab after stab deep into her belly, reveling in the feel of her slippery inner folds parting over the head of his cock, clasping moistly at his lust-bloated shaft as he whipped it back.
Donna was being ravished as she'd never been ravished before. Her mouth, her pussy were taking the kind of sadistic abuse that was almost inconceivable to her. It was as if she'd been caught by a pair of wild animals, wild animals that, in their savage lust, would tear her apart to get satisfaction. She tried to hold on, to cling to the Donna she knew, the Donna who hated sex, who loathed the very idea of it, but with each battering thrust of Marvin's cock, each smothering caress of Connie's open cunt, that task became more and more difficult. They were sweeping away her concept of herself, sweeping it away with pleasure. She could not deny that what they were doing to her felt good. Even the sticky touch of the blonde's pussy was no longer repulsive to her. And the taste of her lubricant had so saturated Donna's tongue that the sharp, cloying flavor was no longer even noticeable. It was just slick, slick and hot.
The repeated, sawing friction of Marvin's cock over her clit did its dirty work. Donna could feel her hips starting to move, to lift, to flip up in greeting to the thick, hurtful cock as it slammed into her cunt. Every thrust fanned the flames licking at her belly and she found herself fucking up harder, bashing her hot cunt right into his groin, heedless of the tube-splitting girth of his cockroot, mindless of the coarse, scratching hair of his pubis.
"Sonofabitch!" the short man croaked gleefully, pausing, panting, watching as the brunette's svelte hips took over the task of driving his cock through the tight sheath of her pussy.
Donna knew she was fucking him, knew that the tables had turned. She writhed in her own private hell, feeling at once used and cheap, feeling the shame that was in a way a relief to her, her punishment.
Above her, the doctor released her hands. He, too, could tell that it was all over but the cumming.
Instead of trying to push Connie off her face, the hot young brunette started stroking those wildly tossing hips, cupping the sweat-misted buttocks. Unable to help herself, Donna opened her mouth wider and pushed her tongue up. The entrance to Connie's cunt parted and Donna's pebbly tool slipped up into the churning, buttery depths.
"YEEEE!! ! " the beautiful blonde wailed, her whole body going rigid as she felt the wriggling thigh skewer up into her.
The feel of that slick channel squirming about her tongue, the feel of Marvin's cock pushing in and out of her pussy, drove poor Donna wild. Clutching Connie's buttocks tightly, she began darting her tongue crazily, shooting it through the gaping cuntal orifice, sweeping it over the tender drapery of her passage. And she lifted her legs up in the air, tipping her pussy up for maximum penetration.
There was no thought in her mind any more about the old Donna. The new Donna was in complete control. She was the one who was snorting and snuffling up into the bobbing cunt, she was the one who was lasciviously grinding her hips, making the impaling penis roll over every inch of her cunt.
Her ardor was so virulent, so infectious that it was all Marvin could do to maintain his composure. His face visibly darkened from the effort to hold back his inevitable orgasm.
"Unnnff! Unnnff!" he grunted, biting his lips, praying that the pain would stave off his joy so he could get just one more lunge into her tight, wet cunt, one more delicious plunge into her seething depths.
Connie, too, was having trouble maintaining. The tongue flailing inside her cunt, rubbing incitefully over her clitoris, had pushed her as close to the brink of climax as she'd ever been in her life. Her whole fork was alive with ecstasy and as her sphincter began to quiver, to quake, she knew that Joy was on the way.
Donna whimpered as the little blonde's pussy clamped down on the root of her tongue. The grip was awesome! And the mad seizures seemed to suck at her trapped tool, to try to pull it deeper. She knew that the woman was orgasming, that she was orgasming right in her face! Donna felt totally debauched ... and curiously enough, totally wonderful. She redoubled her efforts, forcing her tongue to move through the constricted passage, rubbing its tip over her exploding clitoral bud.
That really drove Connie up the wall. The poor girl stared shrieking, clutching at Donna's hair, jamming the waggling probe even faster through her cumming cunt.
Not only could Marvin see his own penis, the shaft glistening with juice, the veins standing out like soda straws, sliding in and out of Donna's pussy, but he could see, under Connie's bobbing buns, the length of Donna's tongue delving up into that convulsing pussy. No amount of hp biting or breath holding in the world could've kept him from squirting then.
"UHHHH!! " he warbled, lowering his head, gripping her hips furiously as he lunged back and forth, whipping his spurting penis through her pussy.
At the first spurt, the first gush of semen into her womb, Donna began to cum, too. The couch dropped away from under her and she was falling into the pit. Between her temples, bolts of pure electricity sizzled; between her legs, her pussy commenced to squeeze and spasm wildly.
Marvin gasped at the sudden increase in friction and humped harder, making his heavy balls sway back and forth, slapping first between her buns, then swinging up to slap his.
Wave after wave of bubbling cum sprayed Donna's pussy, filling it until she thought it would explode from the pressure. And even though every additional drop caused her great discomfort, her hips continued to tick, her pussy continued to milk, to tease gob after gob up from Marvin's pumping balls.
Finally, the three of them stopped thrashing and fell apart. Connie let herself slide back against the couch, her buttocks resting right on Donna's heaving breasts. Marvin, too, slumped to the sofa, gasping, his softening cock still flexing, still pumping, glimmering greasily agaist his thigh.
"Well, Connie?" Dr. Stevens asked, standing with his hands on his hips, leering down at her wide open pussy, at the soft fringe of her pubic hair all plastered to her mound by Donna's hot drool.
"Well, what?" she moaned, her eyes slitted from the afterglow of orgasm. "Well, did you cum?"
"Ooooh, yes!! " the blonde cooed, ecstatically, reaching down and stroking Donna's wet mouth.
"Do you feel any different about yourself."
"I, I think so. I feel all warm and tingly inside," she said.
"Group!" the doctor shouted, clapping his hands to get their attention. "I think we've just had another breakthrough! Connie's had her first real orgasm!"
"Good for you, Connie!" Monica said.
"If we kept going at this rate," the doctor said, "I'm going to be out of a job."
"Who's next?" Marvin asked.
"Yeah, who gets the hotseat next?" Chuck said.
Dr. Anger looked over at Bill, still sulking, even though he'd orgasmed into Monica's mouth. "Bill," he said, nodding. "Next time, we're going to put Bill on the spot."
CHAPTER SIX
After the second group session, Donna noticed a change in herself. Her time at work didn't seem like so much of a drudge anymore. She could get interested in her customers again. She still had to face the problem of the empty bed, the lonely apartment every night, but now, at least, she had something to look forward to.
It was with no small shock that she realized that she was in fact looking forward to the next meeting, looking forward to what would happen, sexually, between the members, what would happen to her. Never in her life had the thought of sex, per se, been stimulating to her, probably because her experience with it had been so limited. Now that she'd been exposed to other men, even other women, she knew that there was a good reason why her husband hadn't been able to arouse her in bed: he was incompetent!
What Jim had thought was the ultimate in lovemaking sophistication, a dog style fuck lasting, at most, four minutes, preceded by a finger fucking warmup lasting half that long, was ludicrous in retrospect. Not only did he have a tiny cock, but he didn't know how to use what little he had.
When Donna considered this new data, she saw the events of her marriage, its failure differently. She could see that it was as much Jim's fault as hers. That in a very real way, his own fear of inadequacy, his attempts to "prove himself a man, to show that he was "ready for it" more often than she was, that he was too much of a stud for her to handle, paved the way to disaster as much as her indifference to things sexual.
It was a great relief to her to be able to shift some of the blame she was feeling. It allowed her to stop hating herself, stop punishing herself. She had regarded her experiences at the group as retribution for her "wrong-doing", the humiliation and submission as a way to ease her guilt, but as the burden shifted she realized that she'd been looking at the goings-on in group with the eyes of the old Donna. The words "humiliation and submission didn't really apply to what she'd done or what she'd allowed others to do to her. She'd only allowed herself to participate because she felt it was a punishment. In fact, that rationalization was, on its face, ridiculous. Punishment by definition wasn't supposed to feel good. And what had been happening to her in Dr. Stevens office most definitely felt good.
Dr. Stevens called the next week's meeting to order by asking that all the group members disrobe before the session began.
As Donna pulled her sweater up over her head, she couldn't stifle a tingle of excitement that flickered way down low in her tummy. She wasn't wearing a brassiere! For the first time ever, she'd left it, the symbol of her servitude, her need to be held in place, in bondage behind. As her eyes were covered by the sweater, her arms lifted over her head, she thought she could feel the licking, hungry glances of the men as they feasted their eyes on her up-thrusting cones.
When she pulled the sweater off, she saw that she hadn't been wrong, that to a man, they were all staring at her. She blushed, averting her eyes, and tried to wriggle out of her tight jeans. Of all the male eyes that'd been staring, those of the doctor were the most dangerous looking. She thought, and not without a certain thrill, that he must certainly fuck all his patients. She could imagine him screwing some ripe widow to the point of madness on his diamond tufted, black leather couch. She could imagine him screwing her.
"Tonight," the doctor said, "it's Bill's turn to be on the hot seat."
"I'm surprised he showed up," Connie said. "There's a full moon tonight," Monica said. "He can't do decent work when it's light out."
"Aw go stuff it," the swarthy man said, swaggering into the center of the circle of chairs.
Donna couldn't help but gape at his male parts. Of all the men in the room, his were the most repugnant, the most animalish. She could visualize them belonging to some old, battered male dog. The balls were immense, oblong shapes in a dark, reddish purple sack that hung practically all the way down to his knees. All of the hair had been worn off the scrotal bag and it had a shiny patina to it, like old, well worn leather. His flaccid penis was a mottled shade of brown on the shaft and the head was a faint lavender. The first two thirds of his cock, from the bulb end down, was much thicker than the last third, which joined his scrotum. This gave his organ a distinctly knob-heavy cast and made it all the more disturbing to view.
Bill caught her staring at her and grinned, reaching down and grabbing hold of the skinny part of his penis, lifting his bulb up from against his bag and waggling it at her lewdly.
Donna looked away, quickly, her face burning with embarrassment.
"I think we should hear something about your 'crimes', Bill," Dr. Anger said. "You have been eluding to them for weeks now and I'm sure all of our curiosity is roused."
"Speak for yourself, Doctor," Connie said.
The doctor frowned. "Look, Connie, I know that you and Monica have it in for Bill, but I would hope that you could restrain your feelings long enough for us to get some work done."
"I thought we were here to let our feelings show?" Monica said, nastily.
"That's right," Dr. Stevens said, "you are. But you have to let me guide you along or everything will just disintegrate into chaos. The reason we've been able to make such good progress so far is that you've followed my instructions."
Monica shrugged, pushing the sweep of her red, wavy hair from her eyes.
"I don't need you to protect me from them, Doc," Bill said.
"That's right," Connie said, pointing down at his naked crotch, "he's got his gun with him. It looks like a Derringer to me."
"All right, ladies," Dr. Anger said, trying to get Monica and Connie to stop laughing. "Go on, Bill, tell us about your 'crimes.' "
"Yeah, Bill, let's hear it," Chuck said, with obvious relish.
"Bill's first rape," Monica said, straightening herself up and looking painfully attentive.
Bill glared at her, then said, "You want to hear about the first time, huh? Well, I guess I was about fourteen. There was this little chick down the block, maybe twelve..."
"Come on!" Connie exclaimed. "This guy's jiving! Look at his face!"
Under the olive complexion, Bill was blushing.
"Bill, it doesn't do anyone any good unless you tell the truth," the doctor reminded him.
"Yeah, well maybe she was a little bit older than that," he said, sheepishly.
"How much older?" Marvin asked, pointedly.
"Well, hell, how am I supposed to remember after all these years?! "
"You remembered twelve easily enough," Bruce said.
"Yeah, tell us another story," Monica said.
"OK, OK!" he snapped. "So, she was older than me, hell, she must've been in her middle twenties..."
"Doctor!" Connie cried, her eyes wide with disbelief.
Bill's face really turned red, then. "She was closer to forty," he said, through clenched teeth.
"Ho-ho! Now we're getting the straight poop!" Marvin said, gleefully.
"Did you really rape her or is that just bullshit, too?" Monica asked anxiously.
"Sure, sure I raped her, what do you think?" Bill said, crossing his arms over his chest.
"How did it happen? Come on, Bill," Doctor Stevens said, impatiently, "don't make us dig each answer out of you. You know how the routine works here."
"Well, I, uhh, I got her into a garage," the swarthy man said, looking at the backs of his hands. "I told her that one of her cats was in there, hurt. As soon as she stepped in I pulled the door closed and jumped on her."
"Oh, yeah," Connie said, disgustedly.
"Did she fight or what?" Chuck asked.
"Fight? Hell, yes! She scratched me all up. But as soon as I got my cockhead into her pussy, she turned right around and started moaning and squirming, you know how a girl gets when she's hot for it."
"A forty year old girl, huh?" Bruce said.
"You did her right there on the garage floor?" Marvin asked.
Bill seemed to consider the question. "No, there was a couch in there, an old couch. I pushed her back onto it and fucked her there."
Connie shook her head, sharing her disgusted look with Monica.
"She liked it so much, I'll bet," Monica said, "that she asked you to do it again after you finished. Right?"
Bill nodded, giving her a suspicious look.
"And you did such a super job on her," Connie went on, "that she didn't call the cops or anything. Right?"
"What are you two trying to pull?" he said. "He's feeding us more bull," Connie said to the doctor.
"He's just telling us his fantasies," Monica said. "And there aren't very good ones, at that. I've heard better stuff after lights out at church camp."
"What have you got to say, Bill?" Dr. Stevens said. "Are you lying us to again?"
"Crap, look at his face!" Marvin groaned. "He's lying sure as shit!"
"I, uhh, well," Bill stammered, blushing to the ears.
"Was there really ever a forty year old woman?" Bruce asked. "Forget the garage and the rest of it."
"Sure, there was!" Bill said, defiantly.
"Tell us about her," Dr. Stevens said, his irritation showing under his professional cool.
"Well, I didn't exactly rape her," Bill said.
"What then?"
"Well, it was more like she raped me," he confessed.
Monica gave Connie a big wink.
"She did have lots of cats," Bill went on. "She was a widow lady, pretty still, but she didn't have any man around for a long time. One day she asked me in to help her do something, I don't remember what, and the next thing I knew, she was unzipping my fly and pulling out my cock."
"Then what?" Marvin said, eagerly.
"She went down on me," Bill said. "She popped my soft cock right into her mouth and started sucking the hell out of it. God, she must've been starving for prick! I mean, it scared me at first. I'd never even heard of a girl doing that to a guy and I thought maybe she was going to bite it off or something."
"Did she?" Connie said, nastily.
"She sucked me until I came, right in her mouth," he continued, ignoring the wisecrack. "I remember that when it started to happen, my hips kind of went crazy, flipping and all, and she stopped bobbing her head and held her mouth still and let me fuck into it until I was done. She swallowed all my cum down, too."
"What happened after that? What did she do for an encore?" Bruce smiled.
Bill's face darkened.
"Come on, tell us!" Chuck pleaded. "Did she fuck you royally?"
"I bet she made him eat her out," Monica said.
Bill visibly flinched at her remark.
"That's it!" Connie said. "That's it!"
"Well, Bill?" the doctor said.
Bill nodded. When he spoke, he did so with obvious difficulty. It was clear that what he was saying he'd never dared to say to anyone else. "Hell, I didn't know what she was up to," he said. "She started fumbling with her skirt, pushing it up over her thighs. I thought she just wanted me to see her pussy or something. She did show it to me. God, I never seen anything so big and hairy in all my life! And under all that fur were these great, fat slabs of pussy lips, like a pair of pork chops stuck between her legs. There was lots of hair all over them and it was all tangled and matted right around the mouth of her pussy, it kind of hung in a little tail between her fat ass-cheeks."
"Christ!" Marvin groaned.
"Yeah, well, you can imagine how a young kid would feel seeing something like that," Bill said. "I was so scared I could hardly breathe. And then she starts pushing me down on my back on the couch and before I can move or anything, she's planted that rank old cunt right on my face."
"Yuck!" Bruce said, making a face.
"It wouldn't have been so bad if she hadn't been so fucking hot," Bill said. "God, as soon as it came down on me, it kind of smooched open and all this awful gooey stuff came running out."
"Gooey and awful?" Connie said, raising her eyebrows.
"Yeah, that's right," Bill said. "I mean, like the woman never heard of soap. I liked to puked."
"But you didn't, of course," Monica said.
"There wasn't time or room," the swarthy man said. "She started rocking that big ass of hers back and forth and her cunt liked to swallowed my whole head. It just opened up and there I was, with pussy lips sliding over my cheeks and chin and my nose stuffed up into her slit so far I almost smothered."
"This is taking on 'tall tale' proportions," Bruce said, wincing.
"like, hell, fairy boy!" Bill said adamantly. "This is the gospel. That scabby old bag humped on my poor face until it felt like she'd worn the skin right off and she wouldn't give up until she got me to stick my tongue in her. God! I can still remember how crusty she was on the inside! Makes me gag every time I think about it."
"Me, too!" Marvin said.
"What's the point of this?" Connie said. "What's this got to do with Bill's career as a rapist?"
"We have to ask Bill that," Dr. Stevens said. "Well?"
The man shrugged. "After that," he said glowering at Connie and Monica, "I never liked women much, except when I could get the upper hand, you know."
"Yeah, we know," Monica said.
"So, your troubled childhood lead you to a life of crime and depravity, huh?" Connie said.
"Awww!" Bill said, waving his hand at them.
"No, answer Bill," the doctor said. "Is that really what you think made you into a rapist?"
"Yeah, I guess so," he said.
The doctor thought for a second, then he said, "Group, I think what we have here is case of arrested development ... "
"You don't believe that hog wash?! ! " Monica said.
The doctor shook his head. "It isn't what I believe that counts, it's what he believes. If he thinks that he's reacting to a grotesque episode in his childhood, then our job is to eliminate the stigma of that episode, to make him relive it so he can see it in a different light. If it turns out that it isn't the driving force in his behavior, well, at least he won't have to worry about that forty year old woman's pussy anymore."
Everyone chuckled, except Bill.
"What are you saying, Doc?" he said. "That it might not work?"
"I can't give any of you guarantees," Dr. Anger said. "That's just the way thighs are, unfortunately."
"Well, let's do it," the swarthy man said, impatiently. "Whatever the hell it is."
"What we need, Bill," the doctor said, "is a surrogate for your forty year old woman. I want you to pick one of the female group members to play the part. Pick the one who's the least like the real woman."
Bill smirked, looking at Connie and Monica. "Those two are her spitting image," he said, grinning. "So, I guess I pick the new broad, what's her name."
Donna shivered, though the room seemed stiflingly hot to her.
"All right, Donna, come over here," Dr. Stevens said, waving his hand at her brusquely.
"Yeah, Donna," Bill said, eyeing her salaciously.
The doctor put his warm, smooth hand on her bare shoulder as she stepped up to them. His touch sent chills racing down her spine. She wanted very much to hide her face in his hairy, massive chest, to be protected by his thick and powerful arm.
"Now, Donna," Dr. Stevens said, "I want you to suck Bill off. I want you to do it like you're starving for a man, understand? You're supposed to be the widow woman."
Donna nodded. She nodded because it was Dr. Stevens talking to her, not because she knew what she was doing. She'd never, ever put a man's penis in her mouth before. Jim had never asked it of her ... and if he had she would've been the one who'd left him. But that was long ago and that Donna was gone. The new Donna was, however, ashamed to admit to the others that she didn't know how to suck a cock.
"You got to swallow it all down, now," Bill said as Donna dropped to her knees before him. He put his rough hand to her hair, twining his fingers into it, twisting her head close to his crotch.
"Ohh!" Donna gasped, her voice very tiny as the raw, animal scent of her loins seared her nostrils.
"No, Bill!" Dr. Anger warned. "You didn't do that to your widow, did you? We are reliving what actually happened. Try to get into the spirit of it."
Bill reluctantly let go of her hair.
Donna jerked her face back from the noxious genitalia. It smelled like he'd never ever washed it. She wondered if he did that to pay womankind back for the widow who hadn't washed for him.
"Go on, Donna," Dr. Anger said. "You know what to do."
She didn't, but she had to try. Steeling herself, she put her hands on his hairy thighs and leaned forward. The cloying scent of his crotch almost overwhelmed her again, but she fought down the urge to pull back. Slowly, carefully, as if she were afraid that the soft, velvety snake would jump up and bite her, she put her closed lips to his bulb.
"Ooooh," she moaned, shuddering at the smoothness of his shriveled penis. There was a burning in her belly, an ache that she was beginning to recognize as lust. She wanted to kiss his ugly cock. She wanted to take it into her mouth and suck it until it stood out hard and stiff as a stick.
"Suck me," Bill hissed under his breath, edging his hips forward to mash his cock harder against her mouth. "Go on and lick me."
Her cheeks flushing, her nostrils flared, the pretty young brunette parted her lips and let her tongue snake out. She touched the soft, spongy meat of his bulb with her tongue tip ... and instantly jerked her face back. His penis had a sour, rank, burning taste to it and suddenly, she didn't think that sucking it was such a good idea.
"Donna!" Dr. Anger said, his tone impatient.
His deep voice, his curt warning was like a whip cracking over Donna's naked back. She knew she had to obey the doctor; she knew that, despite her revulsion, she wanted to obey.
"Uhhhhh," she groaned, teasing her tongue around the fleshy knob, moistening it with the rush of hot drool that filled her mouth to overflowing. She was slobbering! Slobbering at the taste of his rank cock!
"like candy, huh, baby?" Bill wheezed, his eyes slitted against the pleasure her flipping tongue was giving him.
"Look at her lick that nasty thing!" Marvin moaned.
All the group members clustered in and gaped as the lovely woman proceeded to lap her tongue over every smegmatic inch of his knob, painting it in her glistening saliva.
The taste of his penis was no longer just on her tongue, just on her taste buds; it raged up into her head, burning, searing her brain with its cloying male scent. Slobber slipped from her gaping lips, trickling down over her chin, but she didn't make a move to wipe it up. She kept licking and licking, faster and faster, like a little girl with an ice cream cone on a hot day, as if afraid the thing would melt before she got it all.
She had nothing to worry about in that regard. The hot, wet tip of her tongue made Bill's cock get bigger, not smaller. The bulb throbbed mightily against her lips, swelling ominously until it looked as big as an apple, until the velvety skin that covered it turned all shiny, satiny, like the skin of an over-inflated balloon. And the shaft pulsed, pushing out from his groin until it stood out like a tree limb, a tree limb laced with thick, blue veins.
The feel of his soft knob end against her mouth drove Donna wild. She started licking down lower, moaning through her nose, growing more eager by the second, more eager as his cock grew firmer, more eager for the hot cock-sucking to come. She lapped at the fetid, wrinkly flesh of his nerve bundle, no longer repulsed by the rancid flavor of his unwashed cock, but ravenous for it. Her tongue made wet, sloppy sounds as it swept over that vile drapery, as it teased down over the silky underside of his arching shaft.
"That's it!" Bill croaked softly, only the whites of his eyes showing as her hungry lips, her lashing tongue neared the base of his cock, the hairy juncture of prick and balls. "Lick my nuts, lick 'em good," he wheezed.
Moments before the idea of putting her tongue to that leathery purple sack would've made Donna sick, but now, with her brain turning to jelly, her whole body racked with animal passion, she went down on it greedily. She swirled her tongue over the greasy bag, licking at the nasty orbs that filled it, sweeping her tongue round and round over it, even round in back of it in her surfeit of arousal.
As she licked his scrotum, she could hear his soft grunts of pleasure and she could see the effect her tongue was having on his cock. Every time she lapped him, his penis would rear up, tendons straining, sinews taut as bowstrings, causing the great bloated head to slap moistly against his bare chest.
"Ohhhhh! Ahhhhh!" Marvin cried.
"Oh, baby! I'm getting hot just watching!" Monica cooed, reaching down between her thighs and cupping her fat, red-bearded pussy in her hand, squeezing herself lasciviously.
"Suck him!" Chuck panted. "Suck that big cock!"
The appreciative sounds of her audience only made Donna's pleasure more devastating. For the first time in her life, she was beginning to get an inkling of her power, her power as a woman to give and receive ecstasy.
"Suck him!" Doctor Anger said.
Donna whimpered. Donna obeyed. She reached up and caught hold of the thick, throbbing neck of Bill's penis and pulled the lewdly glistening bulb down on a level with her mouth. It looked so huge! like it would split her face in two if she tried to take it into her mouth!
"Treat it right, bitch," Bill said, thickly, nudging his pelvis forward, bashing the rubbery tip into her parted lips.
At once, the semen seeping from his slot brushed her tongue and her mouth was awash in the salty flavor of his cum. There was no denying it then; she wanted all that meat in her throat, even if it meant a slow death by strangulation.
Moaning from her heat, Donna opened her mouth as wide as she could and forced her lips to push over the blunt end of the massive head. The apple metaphor which had popped into her mind earlier was more that apropos. To Donna it felt like she was trying to shove a whole apple into her mouth, a hot, pulsing apple.
As soon as Bill felt her wet lips parting over his bulb, as he felt the intense heat of her mouth, he shoved his hips towards her, jamming his whole cockhead into her face.
"UHHHHMMMM!! " Donna groaned. There was an instant of blinding pain and then Bill's flaring rim was popping past her teeth and suddenly, her cheeks were stuffed to the bursting point with raging male meat.
"Oh, shit! Shit!" Marvin whined, his hand gripping his cock, beginning to slide up and down, and down.
"Look at those cheeks!" Chuck cried, mimicking Donna's plight by blowing his own cheeks full of air.
To Donna it felt like every crevice in her head was crammed full of hot cock. Her jaws were torn wide apart, threatening to unhinge and the pressure on the inside of her mouth, upwards on the roof, downwards on her tongue and outwards on her cheeks was agonizing. She wanted to gag, but there was no room. All she could do was cry and that she did. Big wet tears rolled from her eyes, trickling down the side of her nose, down into the wide stretched corners of her mouth.
"Blow me, dammit!" Bill howled, hunching into her face, making her lips squirm down lower on his shaft, making the head of his cock nose over the back of her tongue.
Donna did gag then, room or not. She coughed and choked and sputtered, but the swarthy man gave her no mercy. He pressed forward, taking hold of her face, twisting it to one side so that the curve of her throat followed more closely the curve of his penis.
When that massive knob jammed into the entrance to her throat, cutting off her wind like a drain plug, Donna started to panic. There was no way, she thought, no way that she could swallow all that cock down. She would strangle first. Strangle on the huge throat-splitting member!
But Bill, the rapist, didn't give a damn about her pain or her pleasure. He was off in a nasty little world of his own, up to his armpits in the quagmire of his Id. He forced his broad bulb to squirm through the entrance to her throat, then, with firm, steady thrusts, fucked his way down into it.
Donna's hands flapped pathetically at her sides. Never in her life had she ever felt so tortured! She was sure that he was going to kill her with his penis, that he was going to choke her to death and keep right on fucking into her, orgasming into her throat.
"Wow, she is tight!" Bill wheezed, drawing his cock back from the depths of her gullet. The shaft looked as if it'd been rubbed raw from the friction against her throat walls. Then he crammed it all back in. The red scimitar poured into her throat until the crisp pubes rasped her lips and nose, until his heavy scrotum rubbed into the point of her chin.
"Suck him!" the doctor ordered.
What he was asking was impossible. It was all Donna could do to keep from fainting dead away from the pain! Still, she gamely tried to suck at his huge bulb as it slipped back into her mouth. Her lips made messy, wet noises as they clamped down on the great mouthful.
"That's it!" Marvin exclaimed.
"God, look at her lips!" Connie wailed. "They're all white!"
"Honey, she's lucky to have any kind of lips left at all trying to suck on a cock that big!" Monica said.
The mammoth bulb sawed over her tongue, slogging down her throat, then jerking back up. Over and over, it happened and each time Donna thought it would be the last ... not for him, for her. The head was so big that, as it drew back, it acted like a plumber's helper, sucking at her guts, an instant what was happening to her, the relentless violation that was taking place.
After a bit, though, it did seem that her throat had stretched to accommodate the gross shaft. The pain was no longer sharp and racking, but dull and throbbing, and Bill's lunges quickened accordingly. As he fucked faster, the salty fluid seeping from his cock began to flow more copiously, mixing with and thickening her saliva. She gulped down the rank mixture every time he drew back; it was either that or risk having it forced out of her nose by the pressure of the lunging cock.
The gleaming, vein-marbled shaft was pistoning freely in and out of her open throat, between her pursed lips when the doctor intruded on the proceedings. He leaned in close to Bill and said, "Bill, you must do exactly as I say. Do you understand?"
There was an air of urgency in his voice that everyone in the room could feel.
Bill nodded, without breaking his hump stride.
"This is the woman of your childhood," Dr. Stevens said. "The woman who turned you off to other women. Only this time, her pussy will be fresh and sweet when you lick it. It will be the most marvelous thing you have ever had. Do you understand?"
Bill nodded again, nodded so hard that the meat of his cheeks trembled.
"Then go ahead. Turn her around, make her do a sixty nine with you."
Donna moaned as the man's hands pressed on her head and face, forcing her to her back on the rug. She knew what a sixty nine was, she knew that it meant reciprocal licking, and even if she'd had the strength to fight him, she wouldn't have. She wanted his face between her legs, his mouth pressed tight to her cunt, his tongue lapping at her sticky pie.
Bill quickly turned around himself, making his bulb swivel in her mouth. When he was facing her pussy, kneeling on either side of her head, his cock stuffed into her mouth, he let himself fall forward, dropping his face right onto the hairy summit of her pussy. His hands slipped around her thighs to cup the silky moons of her ass, to grip her cheeks and pry them apart as he opened his mouth and slithered his tongue over her hot pink labia.
"MMUHHHH!! " Donna bleated about the choking bulb, her back arching up from the rug as his tongue delved into her tight crevice. She had not been prepared for any tiling to feel that good. And his tongue cut into her gash like a hot knife through butter, squirming down into the very sphincter of her pussy, prodding, probing at the round hole.
Bill's fingers were digging at her cunt lips, peeling them wide apart, getting them out of the way so he could get maximum penetration. Clearly, he had lost his fear of pussy eating. He went at her open slit like a madman, licking it with hungry swipes of his tongue, then stabbing right down into her cunt, corkscrewing himself into her as far as he could go. As he did this, he snapped his hips, driving his cock hard into her throat.
Donna's body was racked by two opposite sensations: pleasure as his tongue slithered against her clitoris and pain as his cockhead bashed into the back of her mouth. Whimpering piteously through her nose, she tipped her head back so that her chin stuck up straight in the air, offering him an unobstructed path down her gullet.
Bill took it, too. He drove his cock all the way in until his balls smacked her forehead, until his bulb ground to a stop deep in her belly. He moaned his own brutish delight right into her pussy, bobbing his head, making his tongue dart in and out of her channel at a blinding speed.
The incessant flicking of her clit, the moist smacking of his ovaled mouth against her orifice, the steady, rhythmic impact of his nose against the tiny ring of her anus took their toll on poor Donna's libido. Gurgling ecstatically about his whipping cock, she lifted her legs up in the air, tipping her knees up towards her head, then clamping her thighs tight about his ears.
Marvin and Chuck were right there, practically crawling on the floor behind Donna's splayed buttocks, watching intently as Bill's long tongue slipped in and out of her juicy, fragrant fissure. The two of them were groaning five times as loud as either of the actual participants.
Connie and Monica were more than a little turned on by the sight, too. Connie had pulled Bruce's cock to erection and was trying desperately to stuff the huge thing up her tiny anus. Monica had the doctor bent over at the waist and was hunkered in behind him, licking his hairy balls, sucking between his chunky, furry buttocks.
The fun was just beginning for the others, but it was coming to a crescendo for Bill and Donna. Bill's cock throbbed animalishly against the sides of her throat and then he started bucking into her with all his might, bashing his root into her teeth.
Donna instinctively gulped as the first spray of semen gushed into her mouth. It was hot and viscous and rich like cream. And there was plenty more where that came from. Spurt after spurt raged down her throat, choking her and no amount of swallowing could make her catch up. As Bill humped, as he orgasmed, long streamers of his semen oozed from Donna's flared nostrils, running down over her upside down face, down into her eye sockets, over her forehead and into her hair line.
As horrible as that felt to Donna, it could not stop or even diminish the power of her own onrushing climax. Growling like a bitch in heat, she flipped her buttocks up from the rug, snapping her quivering cunt into his face. Once again she was swallowed up by the tidal wave of delight, swept up and away. Nothing mattered then, nothing but the humping, nothing but the teasing out of the pleasure, the stretching of it until it could be stretched no more, until it broke and left her laying there panting, gasping like a fish out of water.
All around the sated couple, the others were getting it on righteously. Bill and Donna watched as orgasms started left and right, as the doctor voided his ducts right onto Connie's leg, as Marvin, trying to fit his cock into Connie's snug ass alongside of Bruce came prematurely, bathing the blonde young man's belly in hot sperm.
Finally, all of the other group members had gotten their respective rocks off and the whole assembly sat sprawled on their chairs, eyes glazed with pleasure, heaving from the exertion.
"Well, Bill," the doctor said, after he'd caught his breath, "how do you feel now?"
Bill grinned a big crooked grin. "I got to admit, doc, I feel pretty damn good."
"What about your feelings of hostility? How do you feel about Donna?"
Bill looked at her and the expression on his face softened. "She is some kind of woman," he said. "I could eat that cunt of hers all night long."
"Think about the forty year old woman," said the doctor. "How do you feel about her now?"
"I don't feel much of anything, really," the swarthy man said. "Why should I? That was a long time ago."
"Just a little bit ago, you hated her a lot."
"Yeah, I guess I did. That was dumb. She couldn't help the way she was. I couldn't help the way I was. Maybe some other guy could've appreciated her. Hell, this is dumb. She was just some cruddy old broad trying to seduce a young kid. All women aren't like her, I know that. I guess I always knew that."
"What have we got here, a miraculous recovery?" Connie said, doubtfully.
"Only time will tell us that," Dr. Stevens said. "Only time will tell."
"Who's going to be the lucky one next week, doc?" Marvin asked hopefully.
Doctor Stevens looked from face to face, then stopped. He stared for a long moment at Donna, long enough so that her heart began to pound ominously in her chest.
"Next time, let's see if we can't help Mrs. La Rose a little," he said.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Donna felt a bounce and verve all the following week that she thought she'd never feel again. The customers at the bank were pleased, Mrs. Marsh was pleased, and most of all, she was pleased. Right up until the day of the group meeting at which she was to be the center attraction, she was looking forward to it. On the day, itself, though, she began to feel nervous, began to worry that maybe the surrogate lover therapy wouldn't work on her. As , Dr. Stevens had said, there was no guarantee.
Donna didn't want to fail, especially after she felt she'd come so far. The last session had been a milestone for her. She'd experienced not only ecstasy, but had felt the need to be aggressive, to actively participate in the lovemaking, and that was something new and wonderful for her. Not in any of the years of her marriage had she felt the urge to do anything active, except, as she lay there and stoically accepted the drubbing, to pray that it would all end very, very quickly. It gave her no small thrill to think she had given herself to an ex-convict, a rapist with more passion and abandon than she'd ever given herself to her husband.
"Good evening, Donna," Dr. Stevens said, embracing her as she entered the office.
Donna slipped her arms about his thick waist and hugged him back. She felt an honest affection for the man, a respect for his years of training, for his ability to help the people in his charge. No one since her father had commanded that same kind of feeling from her. And her father hadn't any of the Zeus-like aura of Dr. Stevens.
"I hope you're ready for tonight," he said.
"I think so," she told him, letting him lead her into the meeting room.
"Ordinarily," he said, "I don't let newcomers get on the hot seat so soon, but I feel that you can handle it. I also feel that you deserve it. Your presence here has meant a lot to the other members of the group."
Donna felt her face blush.
"I mean it. Honestly," he said. "You have all the qualities of a top notch surrogate. You are indeed beautiful and compassionate. People seem to want to open themselves up when you're around."
Her face blushed further.
"Have you ever considered the idea of becoming an encounter group leader, yourself?"
"Me?" Donna said, aghast. "I don't know anything about encounter groups at all. I don't have any training. I don't even have a college degree."
The doctor smiled at her. "Donna," he said, "a degree isn't really necessary. There are many skilled lay people who do just as good a job as us professionals when it comes to leading groups. It has more to do with a love of people and an ability to handle them, to get the best out of them than with any external training. Either you have it or you don't, and frankly, Donna, I think you have it."
Donna didn't know what to say. She was very flattered, though.
"I'm just making the suggestion that you think about it," Dr. Anger said. "OK?"
"OK," Donna said as they walked into the room where the others were waiting.
"Well, group," the doctor said, "I think we should do what we did last time and take our clothes off before we start. Call it superstitious, but we did have some rather startling success last time."
Donna immediately opened her blouse, letting her full, round breasts spill out. She felt no shame, no embarrassment as she bared her body to the others, not even when she rolled her panties down, exposing the fat, black-furred hummock of her pussy and the fat cheeky mounds of her ass. If anything, she'd become proud of her body, proud of its ability to arouse the male animal.
As she glanced around the room, she saw that it'd done just that, too. Every cock in the room was saluting her. She sighed with pleasure at the sight of all those ruddy, straining joints.
"Donna, will you step into the circle?" Dr. Stevens said.
A tiny thrill rippled up her backbone as she did as he asked. She could feel the male and female eyes licking over her bare body, especially down between her legs and over the back of her buns.
"As I said last time," Dr. Stevens went on, "we will be trying to help Donna tonight. It is a bit unusual to put a newcomer like her in the middle so soon, but I'm sure you all agree with me that she's ready for it."
There was a general concensus that he was right.
"So Donna," he said, "tell us about your marriage."
Donna flinched.
"Where did you meet your husband?" Connie asked.
"In high school," the brunette answered. "We both went to the same high school."
"And I bet you never had any other boyfriends," Monica said.
Donna nodded. "He was the first boy I ever went steady with."
"Why him? What made you pick him?" Bruce asked.
"I don't know," Donna said. "He was good looking and smart. I liked being around him then."
"Let me get this straight," Chuck said. "Before you told us that you didn't lose your virginity until you were twenty one, is that right?"
"Yes."
"You mean you never fucked him the whole time you were in high school or even after?" Chuck asked. "That must've been four or five years!"
"I, uhh, I didn't want to do it until we were married," Donna said. "And Jim didn't want to get married until his job prospects were better, so we just dated."
"What'd you do, make out a lot?" Bill asked. "You must have driven that poor ass-hole crazy."
Donna didn't say anything, but remembering those times in Jim's car, when he would practically be in tears for the frustration he felt made her cheeks redden. She had tortured him, she knew.
"How many times a week did you fuck when you were married?" Bruce asked.
Donna's face turned a deeper shade of crimson. Up until this point in time, she'd never considered Jim and her sex life as anything but "normal," now she wasn't so sure.
"A week?" she said, weakly.
"You mean you didn't even fuck the poor guy once a week?" Marvin cried.
Donna shuddered. "I guess it was more like once every ten to twelve days," she said, looking down at her hands.
"Do you feel bad about that now?" Connie said. Donna nodded. "Why?" Dr. Anger said.
"I guess I feel I didn't live up to my part of the marriage contract," she said. "I didn't give myself to him without reservation."
"I don't remember that being in the marriage contract," Monica said.
"What about him?" Chuck asked. "How did he treat you?"
"OK, I guess," she said.
"It doesn't sound like he was much of a lover," Connie said.
"He wasn't," Donna said, her tone much sharper, much more vehement than she'd intended. It positively dripped with acid.
"Whoah!" Dr. Stevens said. "I think we're onto something. Jim didn't satisfy you, huh?"
Donna looked right into the doctor's eyes and said, "It was always over in thirty seconds. How could anyone be satisfied by that?"
"Sheeees!" Marvin said, shaking his head. "That's a damn crime. A woman like you going without satisfaction."
"Yeah, well, you have to think about his point of view, too," Chuck said.
"Which is?" Connie asked.
"Look at her. She's gorgeous. Do you think it'd be easy for a guy to hold back while he's fucking her? He'd be shooting his nuts all over that sleek tummy of hers before he even got close to her cunt."
"Maybe you would," Bruce said.
"How did he come on to you?" Dr. Anger said.
"All the time," Donna said.
"No, I mean, what did he do?"
She shrugged. "He just grabbed at me and tried to get me to lay down with him," she said.
"No foreplay?" Monica said, in astonishment.
"Not so you'd notice," the brunette answered. "And then, when it was over in less than a minute, he had the nerve to accuse me of being frigid."
The last word boomed in the room. There was a long silence.
"Is that what you think you are?" Dr. Anger said.
"I don't know anymore," Donna said. "I thought so once. I thought so before I came here. Now, I don't know."
"If you could do anything right now, what would it be?" the doctor asked.
"I don't think I understand."
"Imagine that you are totally free," he said. "What would you do?"
"I don't know," she said.
"Well, then, think about what Jim wouldn't let you do," the doctor said.
"Jim never let me be myself," she said, surprised at her admission, surprised at her choice of words. "He never let me touch him the way I wanted to. It was always his way, his way."
"In other words, he was always the aggressor in your sex life?"
"That's it. I always had to be the meek little wife. I guess he was afraid for me to be anything else."
"No, Donna," the doctor said, "he was terrified."
"Sheeees!" Marvin said.
"I'm trying to get you to open up your fantasies to us, Donna," the doctor said, "so we can help you."
Donna nodded.
"If you could do anything in this room, with these people, what would it be?" he said.
"Anything?" she asked, breathlessly, looking from face to face.
"Yes, Donna, anything."
Her mind reeled. She knew what she wanted, but she didn't know if she had the nerve to say the words to describe it. She knew that it was dream time, that whatever she said would instantly become reality. But then the words were tumbling out, spilling over each other.
"I want all of you," she said, very quickly, "all of you at once. I want to take as many of you on at once as I can. I want to feel all your cum in me, on me."
The other group members eyed each other, the expressions on their faces ranging from disbelief to lust.
Donna's heart was thudding painfully in her chest. "And I want to be the aggressor," she said, her voice thick with emotion.
Dr. Anger pulled at his beard. "We can all play your surrogates if that's what you want," he said. "But I have to caution the others to be very careful. You could be seriously hurt."
"I'm not afraid," Donna said. A tingling rush of feeling licked at her belly. It was true! She wasn't afraid. She was hungry, hungry way down deep in her cunt for all those pricks, for those fingers and tongues.
"Well, go ahead, Donna," Dr. Stevens said. "It's your show from now on."
Donna felt like a kid turned loose in a candy store. For an instant, she didn't know which way to turn, who to go to first. Her whole scalp was prickling from the excitement that coursed over it and down between her legs there was a pulsing, radiating heat. And then she knew what she wanted first.
She walked quickly over to Monica, slipped her arms around the smiling woman's waist and pulled her close, causing their breasts to mash together, to meld, the nipple buds teasing over one another incitingly. Monica's skin felt so delicious, so smooth that it drove Donna crazy. She dropped her mouth on Monica's inserting the tip of her tongue between the redhead's lips, pushing it deep into her mouth.
Monica groaned, opening her mouth wide, letting Donna sweep her tongue over the inside of her cheeks, over her tongue, her lips, letting her fuck it in and out of her throat.
The sensation was so moving that Donna started grinding her hips, making her fat pudenda rub over Monica's.
"Ooooh!" the redhead moaned, pulling back from the kiss, lifting one foot from the floor, slipping her legs up over Donna's hips, opening her thighs wide and tipping her juicy cunt up to receive the delicious pussy to pussy caresses.
The hairs on Monica's cunt tickled terribly, but the plushly upholstered meat, the slippery fuck flesh was far more distracting. Donna found herself hunching animalishly, mashing her hummock into Monica's, shivering as the hearty impact sent tickles of joy rushing to her clit. In less than a minute, both she and the redhead were gasping, groaning, clutching at each other's buttocks as the sticky seepage of their cunts mixed and sloshed, ran streaming down between their intertwined legs in crystal rivulets.
Donna didn't cum, but she came close, so very close. She had to fight her way free of Monica's lustful embrace and when she did, she dropped to her knees in front of the shuddering woman. Monica knew what she wanted, all right. The redhead threw her leg over Donna's shoulder and slid her gaping, pink cunt right into her face.
"Nummmmm!! " Donna crooned, lashing her tongue into the gooey furrow, rubbing the sticky fuck meat all over her face. She wallowed in the stinky scent, in the slick heat, hungrily massaging the woman's buns as she deep-tongued her cunt.
Before Monica orgasmed, Donna pushed back, peering at the mayhem she had done to that fat pussy. The thick petals were smooched far apart, peeled back, showing the glistening flesh of her channel, the hot pocket of her pussy. Then she rose, taking Monica by the hand, leading her along behind like a pet dog.
When she stood in front of the little clump of men, Donna forced Monica to kneel down on the floor, then, her cheeks burning up with the fever, she presented her svelte backside to her, bending over, standing with her feet wide apart, offering the redhead both cunt and ass.
Monica groaned ... and lunged, burying her face in Donna's bottom, stabbing her tongue right up into her hot pussy, grinding the tip of her nose into Donna's tight pore.
"Ooooh!" the brunette whined, unable to keep her hips from flipping, from fucking back into the crazy flips of Monica's wriggling tongue.
Even as she obscenely hunched back into the snorting, snuffling woman's face, she was reaching out, grabbing hold of a hard cock in either hand.
"Christ!" Marvin groaned, as she wrung him out exquisitely, making his pre-cum ooze in a steady stream from the tip of his cock.
"Wow!" Bruce gasped, as-likewise, he was twisted and turned like an old dish rag.
Donna did cum, then. Her pussy clamped down on Monica's tongue so hard that it brought tears to the woman's eyes. It was the feel of those hard cocks that did it. The feel of hard cocks that would soon be lancing up into her!
Her silky black hair swished about her head in an inky halo as she tossed it from side to side, grunting out her climax. She had her eyes closed but she could feel the rest of the group drawing in around her as if they were trying to pick up on some of her ecstasy through osmosis.
When the waves of delight faded and she opened her eyes, she saw them all around, all looking expectant, all wanting, wanting her. Between her lewdly splayed buttocks, there was a fight going on. A fight between Connie and Monica, a fight of tongues! Connie was trying to squirm hers down into the hot slot already occupied by Monica.
"God!" Donna howled as the pitched battle was fought over the silky landscape of her ass crevice. Tongue tips swirled frantically back and forth, teasing over her anus, delving into her cunt, making her whole crotch tingle with pleasure. Then the battle was over. Connie contented herself by latching her mouth onto Donna's rectum, leaving the deeper joys to Monica who was firmly fastened to her cunt.
Donna dropped her open mouth down on the head of Marvin's lewdly glistening cock, stuffing the wet bulb between her lips, sucking up the rank, salty effluvium as it seeped from his slot. She nearly swooned as the thing throbbed against her cheeks, against her tongue, against the roof of her mouth. It was so huge, so masculine, so wonderfully wicked!
"Oh! OH!! " Bruce whimpered, his hips jerking reflexively. The feel of her strangling hand pumping up and down his cock and the sight of her pushing Marvin's gross bulb into her mouth proved too much for him. The tiny slit in his cockhead gaped open and a hot gob of semen shot forth, splattering over Donna's forearm.
Shrieking with arousal, she quickly ripped Marvin's knob from her face and replaced it with Bruce's. But not before the heavy bulb had spat one more, had spat semen all over her face. Then the thing was in her mouth, bucking, flexing, shooting spurt after spurt of teeming cum over the back of her tongue and into her throat. She loved it! She adored it! Whinnying through her nose, she crammed half the monstrous cock down her throat and let it continue to spurt there, sucking up and down on the madly throbbing shaft.
Between her buns, Connie was whimpering, too. She had somehow managed to get the tip of her tongue into Donna's rectum and she was trying desperately to shove even more of it into the nasty ring.
The sensation was maddening to Donna. It was like there was a crazy, boneless finger trying to wriggle up into her ass. Waves of tickling pleasure exploded in her backside with every single squirm. And the ripples of joy coming from her backside rushed together with those surging down from her throat as the gushers of thick, cream-like semen erupted into her mouth. The combination of the two was more than she could bear. Again, she started cumming, this time harder than before.
"Ohh!" Connie moaned, as she was knocked from her place between Donna's buttocks by the violence of that girl's humping.
She was going for broke ... one more time!
The only one to really get the full benefit from the hot action was Monica who still knelt between Donna's legs, who held her stiffened tongue up and let the hot, sticky sheath of her pussy dive up and down on it.
By the time her second climax was over, Donna could barely stand. Her knees were all rubbery and her head was spinning like a top. Despite her tongue-induced orgasms, there was still a burning need between her legs, a need for penetration, the deep, soul satisfying penetration that only a rigid male penis could provide.
Groaning from the effort, she lifted her pussy from the redhead's sucking mouth and let Bruce's softening cock slip from her sperm moistened lips. She then used Marvin's aching cock like a handle to pull him to the rug. Laying down on her side, she lifted her right leg high in the air, giving him total access to her gooey, post-orgasmic pussy. Not that she had any intention of letting him put his cock in.
"Oh!" the short man gasped as she stuffed his bulbous knob between her searing, buttery labia, adjusting it both with her hand and with squirms of her hips, fitting the tip so it angled right up into her cunt.
"Fuck me!" Donna panted into his face, her hand cupping his massive, sperm-bloated testicles, massaging them lovingly. "Fuck me hard!"
"Unnnf!" Marvin grunted, snapping his hips, sending his cock rocketing up into her slippery channel.
"YEEEEE!! ! " Donna shrilled, her nails digging into his scrotum, his shoulder as the huge log crashed up her.
Marvin jerked his ass back immediately and lunged again, driving the full, tube-rending length of his engorged cock into her pussy.
Donna howled, Donna thrashed.' She could feel her own lewdly distended sphincter about the thick hurtful root of his cock! She could feel it convulsing madly, trying to expel the thing that could not be expelled.
"Unnnff!" the short man panted, fucking forward and back, making her pussy give out with a perfect din of nasty sputtering sounds.
She was hot, all right. Hot for all of it.
"YESSSSS!! " she bawled, her hips starting to move, to tick into the thrusts of the massive penis, to hurry the ecstatic instant when their crotches were pressed tightly together, when her tortured cuntmouth was crammed tight down over the straining root of his cock.
Marvin slid his hand over the back of her thigh, hoisting her legs up over his side, gripping her wildly jouncing buttocks as he fucked passionately into her churning cunt.
It was delicious, it was marvelous for Donna to feel all that meat coursing in and out of her, sawing over her tender clit; it was marvelous, but it was not enough.
"Doc-tor!" she wailed, throwing her head back. "Doc-tor, please!"
Dr. Stevens bent down beside her, his own cock rigidly erect, oozing viscous pre-cum.
"Yes?" he said, stroking her sleek rib cage.
"You, too!" she moaned. "I want you too!"
The doctor started to push his cock into her mouth, but she stopped him. "Not there!" she cried, her face burning with passion. "Here! Here!! "
She pointed behind her back, pointed at the deep, silky cleft of her buttocks. She was asking him to fuck her in the butt!
A lewd smile played briefly on the doctor's face, then he was hurrying around behind her, dropping to his side, bending the head of his engorged penis down from against his hairy chest. He put his fingers to her gyrating cheeks and spread them wide apart, exposing the tiny, love juice moistened ring of her rectum. Moaning balefully, the bearded doctor pushed his ruddy, swollen bulb into her asscrack, pushed it right up against her small anus.
"God!" Donna wailed, feeling the enormity of the thing about to go up her ass. She was terrified at the prospect of being spitted by such a monstrous thing, but she wanted it to happen, wanted it more than she'd ever wanted anything in her life.
The doctor gently prodded her sphincter, testing its strength, its flexibility. Thanks to the slick lubricant that doused it, the tip of his penis nosed right into the wrinkly ring.
"Oh!" the brunette gasped. It felt like he was trying to drive a truck up her ass! Despite her fear, she continued to hump Marvin's cock for all she was worth and her frantic movement forward and back made her anus smooch and rub over his blunt-nosed bulb.
Dr. Stevens bided his time, waiting until he had the rhythm of Marvin's fucking down. He didn't dare ram all the way into her bowels until the other cock was withdrawn, back from the depths of her cunt. At the proper instant, he snapped his hips viciously and the tiny ring bloomed under his cockhead, stretching to receive it like hot taffy.
Donna screamed. Nothing in her life had prepared her for such pain, such brutal violation. The head of his penis, even though wet, seemed to rasp through her narrow hole, burning into her guts like a red-hot poker. Desperately, she groped back behind her buttocks to try and stop him from going in any further.
The doctor was too firmly imbedded in her rubbery passage to be either stopped or slowed. Grunting like a hog at trough, he lunged, sheathing his whole massive cock in her anus.
"YEEEEE!! ! " she screeched, her entire body stiffening as the skewering rod spitted her to the hairs.
Then, before she even had a chance to grab a breath, Marvin was lunging, driving his glistening penis back into her cunt.
"CHRIST!! " the short man howled. And with good reason. There was only so much room in Donna's body. The cock up her ass was taking up the space formerly occupied by his cock. When he jammed his penis back in, the fit was twice as tight and he could actually feel the doctor's cock throbbing, throbbing through the paper thin membrane that separated cuntal passage from rectum.
The doctor jerked his cock back, reveling in the rubbery suck action of her bowels, in the exquisite friction against the snug walls.
In a matter of seconds, the two of them were both fucking into her, sliding their hard cocks back and forth in a syncopated rhythm so that one of them was always crammed up her. It felt like they were going to rip her in two! She lay there between them, buffeted back and forth like a foam rubber pillow, afraid to move, to even gasp for fear she'd ruin herself for life.
Gradually, the men lost track of what they were doing. They got caught up in the clarion call of their own glands. They began fucking into her at will, mindless of whether the other was also fucking into her. Anus and pussy wetly clasped at the pistoning cocks, that's all that mattered to them.
Donna whimpered and sobbed, clinging desperately to Marvin's shoulders as she was ruthlessly assaulted from both ends at once.
Then something hot and wet hit her upturned face. She opened her eyes to see Bill leaning over her, his cock in hand, his cock spitting threads of hot sticky cum down onto her. She gasped and opened her mouth, letting the swaying gobs drop onto her tongue.
"UHHHHH!! ! " she bellowed as the taste of cum rasped her throat. It was the straw that broke the camel's back. She started moving her hips, jerking her pelvis back and forth between the stabbing cocks, moaning and wailing like a banshee.
Within ten seconds, she was arching up between the two sweaty men, her lips parted, a cry of unabashed lust and joy gushing from her throat. As her belly tightened, her cunt spasmed, the grip on Dr. Stevens and Marvin's cocks closed down like a vise.
"Airrrghhh!" the doctor growled, his cockhead erupting in her bowels, sending streamers of hot, white lava flooding into her.
Marvin caught the bug instantly and he, too, began to spurt, filling her pussy up with semen.
The feel of both lusty rods shooting into her put Donna into orbit. "YEEEEE!! " she howled, as the bottom dropped out of the world.
And even as that was happening, somewhere above, faintly she could feel a fat, spongy cockhead being forced into her mouth. There was a flurry of movement under her chin and then it, too, was spurting, gushing sticky male fluid into her mouth.
"Eat it! Eat it!" Chuck groaned, hunching sadistically into her face.
Donna sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed. Then everything went black.
When she awoke, some time later, she was on the couch and the meeting was breaking up. Half the members were already in their clothes and the others were dressing.
"How do you feel, Donna?" the doctor asked, taking a seat by her on the couch. He was fully dressed in his usual three piece tweedy suit.
"Fine," she said. She didn't feel strange that she was naked and he was clothed. And she wasn't the least bit embarrassed when her vagina let out a moist, hp rattling expulsion of trapped air.
"I think you made real progress here tonight," he said.
"So do I."
"And I want to ask you to be sure and consider what I said earlier," he went on. Donna blinked at him.
"About your leading a group of your own," he reminded her. "I think you have the knack for it. I think you could help an awful lot of people."
"Really?" she said, incredulously.
He nodded. "If you decide you want to try it, all you have to do is give my office a call. I can help you get the whole thing set up."
"You're serious, aren't you?" she said.
He nodded again. "Give it some thought, that's all I ask," he said.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"I'm really proud of you, Donna," Mrs. Marsh said, as the two of them walked to the bank's exit and the parking lot beyond. "I know I'd never have the nerve to lead an encounter group myself."
Donna smiled. "You're the one who really helped me get started," she said. "I can't thank you enough."
Mrs. Marsh waved that off. "No, dear," she said, "I can't honestly say that I did it all for your benefit. When my tellers do the kind of special job that you do, I get patted on the back, too. I'm only glad that my suggestion made some kind of difference."
"It only changed my whole life," she said. "In the four weeks since I joined the group, my outlook, everything is one hundred per cent better."
Mrs. Marsh gave her an odd look. "But still no man in your life," she said. "I'd have thought you'd meet someone nice by now. You know, through the group."
Donna smiled. If you only knew, she thought. She'd wondered off and on for four weeks what prim, straight Mrs. Marsh would think if she found out exactly what kind of therapy she was taking. Orgasm therapy! What would she think if she discovered that the reason Donna wasn't dating any one guy was because she was getting more sex than most women get in a month every single week!
"No," the brunette said, "but I don't mind. If that's supposed to happen, it will."
"Sometime, you're going to have to invite me to your group," Mrs. Marsh said as they stepped up to their cars. "I'd really like to see how you handle it."
"Some time," Donna said.
"Don't work too hard tonight," the head teller said, getting into her car and driving off.
Donna watched her turn out onto the main street. Then she started to giggle. She could just imagine Mrs. Marsh at a sex therapy session. Mrs.
Marsh giving head! Mrs. Marsh taking a big fat cock up the cunt! That would be something!
She got into her car and drove back to her apartment. Once she was there, she quickly showered and changed clothes, getting ready for her encounter group. This one was going to be different, though, she thought, proudly. This one she was going to be the boss of!
The doctor had arranged it so that she could use his suite of offices for the sessions. He had also arranged for her to take on four patients who he was familiar with. Donna was more than a little bit nervous as she arrived. She hadn't actually met any of the people before; she'd only read parts of their medical files.
"Good evening, everybody," she said, cheerfully as she walked into the room.
The three men rose to greet her, but the lone woman, a young black girl with a closely cropped afro hairdo and a marvelously curvy figure, remained seated.
"My name is Donna," she said, extending her hand.
The man closest to her was in his early twenties, dressed in jeans and a knit t-shirt. His skin was very pale and he wore his light brown hair in a neat, over the ear tops length style. When he took her hand and shook it, she could see that his arms were well muscled and laced with thick blue veins.
"Derek," he said, smiling. "Glad to meet you."
The second man was rather obese. He was dressed in a rumpled business suit with matching rumpled white shirt and tie. His black hair was getting very thin on top, so he wore it combed from the side up over, covering his incipient bald spot.
"Joe," he said, clamping his clammy fingers about hers, "Joe Renzouli."
"Hi, Joe," she said, smiling.
The last man was a few years older than Derek. He was blonde and his hair was swept back from a central part down the middle of his skull. He had a little bushy blonde mustache. His complexion was rather florid and his manner abrasive. He wore an open collared sport shirt and flared slacks.
"Wayne," he said, wringing her hand unmercifully. "I sell real estate."
"That's nice," Donna said, wincing at his crushing grip. She extricated herself from him and stepped up to the black girl, putting out her hand. "You must be Lynne."
"Uh-huh," the girl said, smiling despite an attempt to hold her sour face. She had a pair of delightful dimples in her round, brown cheeks. She took Donna's hand and shook it. "Glad to meet you," she said.
"All right, group," Donna said, stepping back to address them all. "There are many theories on how an encounter group is supposed to operate. Some of them make it seem like a session of Congress, rules of procedure and all that; others are more lax and let things just flow. Personally, I subscribe to the latter way of doing things. How do you feel? Have any of you ever been in a group before?"
All four of them shook their heads.
"OK, then, I guess you'll just have to trust me," she said, shrugging. "Please, let's pull our chairs together into a circle so we can get started."
When the chairs were in place and the group members seated, Donna spoke again. "There's no point in hemming and hawing," she said. "We're all here because in one way or another we've had trouble with sex, trouble getting it, trouble liking it, whatever. Am I right?"
Derek nodded. He was the only one to respond. The others just sat there and stared.
Donna was disturbed by their lack of interest or show of inhibition.
"Come on, now," she said. "We can't he to each other here. This is the Truth Place. The one place where we can say what we really think and not fear retribution."
"I ain't getting it much," Joe said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Me, either," Wayne said, speaking to his hands.
Lynne said nothing.
"What about you, Lynne?" Donna asked.
"What about me?" the black girl said.
"Do you have trouble with sex?"
"No, not me," she said, sarcastically. "I only got raped by five guys when I was eleven. "
Her outburst was so stunning that Donna actually caught herself holding her breath. She looked to the faces of the men, to a man, they were first pale, bloodless, then flushed crimson. Well, well, she thought, recovering, things are already simmering.
"Do you want to tell us about it?" Donna said.
Lynne made a face.
"That's what you're here for," Donna reminded her. "To let it all hang out. To get things like that off your chest so you can get over them."
"OK, OK," the girl said, "it doesn't bother me to talk about it, anyway."
The tone in the girl's voice said just the opposite, but she started off, gamely.
"like I said, I was eleven years old," she said, "and I was playing down at the park one evening."
"After dark?" Joe asked.
Lynne glared at him. "No," she said. "It was summer and it was still light out. My mom didn't let me play after dark. Anyway, I was playing by myself, bouncing a ball against the wall of this building, some kind of utility shed, when all these guys came up."
"Were they black?" Wayne said.
"What difference does that make?! " Derek said.
"It could make a big difference," the realtor said. "A big difference in how she looks at white people."
"They weren't white," Lynne said, distinctly. "They were my 'soul brothers' and they started asking me all these stupid questions."
"like what?" Joe asked.
"like did I ever do this or that to a guy? Did I like it? Dumb stuff, because I was so young I didn't know what they were talking about."
"Then what?" Donna asked.
"Then they started touching me, trying to put their fingers between my legs. I got scared and tried to run but they held me still. It was horrible! They pulled down my panties and picked up my skirt and all had a good look at my pussy, making lewd comments about how tight it was and all. I started to scream when one of them put his finger on my slit and then a big hand went over my mouth and they dragged me back into that utility room."
"They raped you there?" Derek said, wincing at the thought.
She nodded. "They raped me and then some! Some of them went around three times on me. And when they were done, they just left me there, all broken inside."
"How does it make you feel now when you think back on it?" Donna said.
"It makes me mad as hell!" she snarled. "Those bastards didn't have any right to do what they did to me. They wrecked my whole life in that one stinking hour!"
"Is that how you look at it?" Donna said. "like your whole life was ruined from that moment on?"
"Yes!" Lynne said. "How would you feel? Huh? When everybody in town knows that you're only eleven and not cherry! That's a great thing for a kid to grow up with."
Donna paused before speaking. How she handled the next few minutes would determine whether or not the group ever even got off the ground. When she did speak, much to her surprise, her voice sounded cool and confident.
"Would you like to try and get rid of the trauma?" she asked.
"Come on!" Lynne said.
"That's what you're here for, isn't it?"
The black girl shrugged. "Of course," she said, "but I don't believe you can cure me just like that."
"But you believe that you're ruined?"
"What are you getting at?"
"Just that if you can convince yourself of the one, you should be able to convince yourself of the other."
Lynne frowned.
"What I think we should do is try a little surrogate therapy," Donna said. "We'll re-enact the episode of your childhood so you can get all your feelings you've been holding about it out."
"I don't think I want to do that," Lynne said. "Not if it means what I think it means."
Donna gave her a perplexed look.
"You expect me to let these guys rape me, don't you?" Lynne said.
All three men sat up ramrod straight, blinking rapidly.
"Sex therapy might just help you," Donna said.
"And it sure would help them," the black girl said, glaring at the all male, all white audience.
"If you don't give it a try, you're never going to know, are you?" Donna said. "You have to trust me. I'm telling you that the technique works, that it worked on me. I can't convince you with anything other than that. If you still don't want to do it, then I guess we'd better start with someone else."
Lynne made a sour face. "No, no, that's all right," she said. "I just, well. . . "
"You didn't want to let a bunch of honkies fuck you?" Wayne suggested.
"You don't know what you're talking about, man," Lynne told him. "That's my problem, I can't make love to black men. White guys are the only ones I can let touch me. That's what I mean by the rape ruining my life."
"If it's agreed that we'll begin," Donna said, "I suggest that we all take our clothes off."
"What?! " Joe said, aghast.
"It's part of the regimen," Donna said.
"Don't be afraid," Wayne said, "we won't laugh at your blubber."
Joe's moon face blushed.
Donna didn't await for the others to start, but began stripping immediately, trying to show them that it wasn't all that big a thing. She could feel all their eyes on her body, on her lush tits as she opened her blouse, on her fat, hairy pussy as she rolled down her panties. When she looked up at them, they were all gawking.
"Come on, come on," she said, clapping her hands. "We have a lot to do."
The group members reluctantly obeyed.
In a way, Donna liked it better to be the first one naked. That way she could get a good look at the bodies of the others while they were too occupied to notice.
Derek was the first one to slip out of his underwear and Donna's eyes were glued to the length of soft penis that flopped out. The young man's body was almost completely hairless; he had only a sparse fringe of fuzz atop his pubic mound. His cock and balls were totally devoid of hair; the former was a pale pink color and the latter was a deeper shade, closer to red.
After Derek, it was Wayne. The blustery realtor came out of his shorts half-hard! Just the thought of getting his cock into the luscious black girl was enough to make it stand up, rock hard. The head was a big, shiny purple bulb about the size of a plum and the shaft was stumpy, but exceedingly thick, like it'd been compressed from tip to root. Wayne's torso was very hairy; he had a veritable rug of curly fur over his muscular chest, a rug that tapered down over his flat belly, then flared out to cover his groin. Under his thick cock, under the dense fringe of his pubic hair, hung a pair of the biggest, fattest testicles Donna had ever seen. There was enough pure gonad there to fill out two normal sized scrotums. But Wayne's scrotum was by no means normal. It hung practically all the way down to his knees!
As the realtor stepped out of his shorts, Lynne was just slipping out of her brassiere. Her tits were sleek chocolate cones capped with inch long stubs of licorice. She was really a sexy looking girl and when she rolled her panties down over her flaring hips, her large, jutting buttocks, every eye in the room was locked between her legs.
Donna got a strong surge of excitement as she stared at the plump pubic hummock all covered with tight, springy black fuzz. It was so dark, so mysterious! The summit of Lynne's mound was quite protuberant so that it kept hidden the lips of her vagina. Donna thought she'd go crazy if those slim, brown thighs didn't part immediately and give her a peek at the hot flesh of the black girl's fork. She didn't go crazy, however, and Lynne kept her legs tightly closed and her eyes carefully averted from the naked male bodies around her.
Joe was the last to bare all. It was obvious that the fat man was embarrassed by his body. As he pulled his shirt off and exposed the pale, hairy flab of his chest, his face turned a bright red.
Donna wanted to tell him that it was all right, that no one was going to make fun of him, but she didn't. Joe would have to learn that for himself. He would have to learn to trust the others on his own, from experience. That was the only way it would mean anything.
It took the rotund man even longer to get his pants off. And when he did he sort of stood there in his immense boxer shorts, as if unsure if he wanted to continue. It didn't make it any easier that all of the others were watching him. Nor did it make it any easier being able to see that two of the others were gorgeous, full breasted women.
Heaving a sigh, Joe jerked his shorts down, then tried to discreetly step out of them without sticking his rather small ass in anyone's face.
Donna did a double take when she saw the thing dangling between his fat thighs. It looked like a fire hose! It was long and red, scarlet red, and it had no head on it that she could see. The knob end of it was covered by a wrinkled hood of foreskin. It was an obscene looking organ and the contrast between its redness, the black hair of his groin, and the fish white of his skin only increased that impression. The sack of his scrotum was very pendulous and the heavy orbs of his balls were clearly visible as fat oblong shapes under the reddish, shiny skin.
All five of them stood there naked. Only Wayne, of the men, dared to openly leer at the women. As a result, his stumpy penis swelled up into full erection, the purple head broad and mushroom-like.
"What now?" Joe asked, looking at his feet.
"Yeah, what now?" Wayne said, without obvious relish.
"We're supposed to be re-enacting Lynne's rape," Donna said. "I hope I don't need to draw you guys a picture."
Derek looked at Wayne. Wayne looked at Joe. Joe looked at Derek. Then the three of them lunged for Lynne.
"Noooo! NOOOOO!! ! " she howled, kicking and fighting like a wildcat, her lush breasts and buttocks jiggling and jouncing like chocolate pudding.
The three men controlled her easily. Derek took hold of one hand and Joe took the other while Wayne tried frantically to get her ankles.
"Pull her back!" Wayne cried.
"Ohh!" Lynne moaned as she was jerked backwards, as her feet went flying up in the air.
Wayne caught her ankles and then threw himself between her splayed thighs as the other two dragged her to the rug on her back.
"GOD!! " the black girl wailed, arching her back, trying to escape the inescapable.
Wayne was firmly in her plush saddle, his hands mauling the silken globes of her tits, his fat cock rubbing up over the top of her hummock.
"Fuck her, man! Fuck her!" Derek hissed, getting into the spirit of the thing. His cock was getting into the spirit, too. It arched up from his nearly bald crotch like an enraged banana.
"Don't you worry about that," the realtor said, panting, lifting his groin from against hers, bending the mammoth head of his cock down into her fuzzy fork.
"Oh! OH!! " she cried, feeling the rubbery knob pushing down into her cuntal furrow. She really went crazy, then, trying to squirm free, kicking her legs in the air, twisting her buttocks about on the rug.
The two men kneeling on either side of her head held her fast. Joe was gasping for air, his face dangerously flushed, his great cock throbbing to life between his thighs, pulsing out like a furious tree limb, the lewd head peeping from under the shroud of wrinkly foreskin.
"You aren't going anywhere," Wayne moaned, suddenly flipping his hips, flexing his buttocks tightly together.
"YEEEEE!! ! " Lynne screamed, thrashing violently as the inhumanly thick cock bored up into her cunt, pushing past the fat brown lips, dipping into the dark red channel of her pussy.
"Christ!" Wayne groaned, jerking back and thrusting again, harder, slamming into her so hard that her tits jounced up to her chin.
"YEEEE!! ! " she bawled, thumping her heels on the floor as the huge rod slipped into her to the hilt.
"She's so fucking wet!" Wayne gurgled, making a lie of her cries for mercy, her attempts to escape.
"She-likes it! She loves it!! " Derek cried.
"Sweet lord, would you smell that pussy!" Joe groaned, his fully erect penis thumping on his flabby chest.
"Come on, fuck me back!" Wayne shouted at the moaning girl, bashing his cock into her maniacally.
The sound of Lynne's cunt sputtering and farting about that thick cock drew Donna like a magnet. She knelt down on the rug next to the others and gently lifted the girl's thigh so she could watch Wayne's penis slip in and out.
It was one of the most moving things she'd ever seen. The horribly broad head of his cock was catching on the inside of her pussy as Wayne reared back and it pulled Lynne's fat brown labia way out from her crotch, making them pout out like a pair of slobbery monkey lips, only to jam them back, to turn them in on themselves as it drove home.
The idea of all that hot meat sawing over a clitoris was enough to make Donna swoon then and there. She knew that the black girl had to be close, very close to orgasm already.
"Let go, Lynne!" she shouted. "Let him have it! Let him have it all!! "
"Yeah!! Pour it on!" Derek said.
"Ohhh! OHHHH!! ! AHHHHH!" the girl wailed, thrashing her head from side to side.
"You know you want to! It's safe! It's safe now!" Donna told her. "Let go!! "
"UHHHH!! ! " Lynne whinnied, her hips suddenly leaping from the rug, leaping up to meet
Wayne's cock in mid-thrust.
"She's doing it! God, look at her go!" Joe cried.
Lynne threw her long, slender legs about Wayne's back and started humping him like there was no tomorrow, jamming her hot, moist pussy sheath down over the cruelly thick cock, howling and shrieking like a demoness.
"Let go of her hands!" Donna said.
When the men obeyed, Lynne immediately reached up and started caressing Wayne's face, his shoulders, his arms.
"Shit! I got to have me some of that!" Derek moaned, crawling around to the side of the wildly squirming girl. He caught hold of her head, pinning it still with one hand and grabbed his cock with the other, stuffing it hard up against her closed lips.
Lynne only hesitated a moment, then, whimpering from the fever raging in her veins, she opened her mouth wide and sucked the pale pink bulb inside, swirling her tongue madly over the hanging folds of his nerve bundle.
"Wow!" Joe wailed, miserably, looking from Wayne to Derek, from the cock dipping into her pursed lips, pushing down her long throat, to the cock flying through the sticky grip of her cunt.
"There's still one hole left," Donna said, pushing at Wayne with authority.
The realtor rolled to his side, twisting Lynne's lower body so that her round, jutting buttocks faced Joe. In the gap between them, Wayne's glistening cock was clearly visible as it flipped into the brown gulley.
"Man!" Joe moaned, scrambling into position, ripping the fat cheeks wide apart.
"UMMMMMLLLGGHH!! " Lynne protested about the pistoning mouthful.
But Joe was already fitting the gross bulb of his penis to her small anus, to the brown rosette nestled between her buns. Gripping her hips, the fat man leaned forward, easing his big cock right up the woman's ass.
"MUHHHHH!! ! " Lynne wailed, her eyes bugging out as the skewering length of his cock lanced up into her butt, rasping over the sensitive flesh like a wood fire.
Donna was right up next to the girl's horror-struck face.
"Let it happen," the brunette whispered. "Give in to it! You know you want them to have it all! Fuck them back!! "
Lynne moaned again, this time from low in her ravaged belly, and then she started to do as Donna had said, to fuck them all. Her sleek brown body bounced back and forth between the rutting men like an inflatable toy, her hips snapping forward and back, her head bobbing madly over the dripping cock in her mouth.
The sight of all those hard cocks flipping into the girl, the sounds of all that wet meat sliding together, raised the hairs on the back of Donna's neck. She had to get in on the action or climb the wall! She crawled around to the same side of Lynne that Joe was on, with her back to the black girl's and squirmed down until her fork was right under the fat man's sweaty face. Then she opened her legs as wide as she could, draping one over the girl's hip, offering her whole hot and sticky crotch to him.
"Eat me!" she moaned, tipping her pussy up, making her wet labia brush his lips and chin.
Joe only needed to be asked once. Growling like a caged animal, he threw himself on her unguarded cunt, sucking up, gnawing on them like a starving man.
"Oh! Oh, yesssss!" the brunette cried as he savaged her pussy, using teeth as well as tongue, actually chewing on the very mouth of her pussy!
Meanwhile, Joe was hunching up a storm, fucking his huge cock in and out of Lynne's tight ass, smacking his balls against Wayne's as the two men skewered the girl between them.
When orgasms happened to one, a chain reaction began, knocking over the others like a row of dominos. Derek grunted and started ejaculating into Lynne's mouth, sending his thick semen gushing down her throat. The initial spurt caught her unprepared and she choked, coughing, sputtering, causing all her muscles to tighten. That tightening caused the sphincter about Wayne's cock to flutter, and the sphincter about Joe's to quake.
"Christ!" Wayne bellowed as his cock exploded into her seething cunt.
, The feel of that billowing seed sent poor Lynne right over the edge. Her whole lower body went into spasm, wringing the climax from Joe's deeply imbedded penis. As Joe shot cum up her anal pipe, he stuffed his tongue up Donna's cunt, eating her so greedily, so passionately that she, too, was sent into orbit.
The quintet writhed and thrashed on the floor for a long time, each orgasm stretching out the other, until all the participants fell, slumping over each other in their exhaustion.
Donna lay beside the central heap with Joe's fat, shining face still pressed tightly to her yawning, post-orgasmic cunt. Every time she shifted her weight, the big man would lick her cunt or her ass. The sensation was so wonderful, so relaxing that she dozed off. She awoke with a start as the group members began to rouse themselves.
"How do you feel, Lynne?" she asked, propping herself up on an elbow.
"God!" the black girl groaned.
"That good, huh?" Wayne said, giving the other man a lewd wink.
"It was unbelievable!" Lynne said. "I never thought sex could be like that."
"What did it feel like to give in to the rape?" Donna said.
Lynne pushed up from the floor and started to dress. She didn't answer until she had her panties and bra back on.
"It's hard to describe," she said. "I realize why you wanted me to do it, though. You thought I was feeling guilty because deep down I thought I wanted it to happen, right?"
"More or less," Donna said.
"Did you want it to happen?" Derek said, zipping up his jeans.
"Now or then?" Lynne said. "There's a big difference."
"Then," he answered.
Lynne smirked. "I can't say. All I know is that I did want it to happen tonight and that felt a lot different than what went down when I was eleven."
"What does that mean?" Joe said. "Did we accomplish anything?"
"Yeah, did we help her or not?" Wayne asked.
"Lynne's the only one who can answer that question," Donna said. "You can't expect things to happen just like that, though. It's not like flicking a switch and suddenly you're OK. You have to work, to dig down, to be honest with yourself."
"I think they helped," Lynne said. Then she grinned. "I'm going to be dreaming about tonight for a long time to come."
"Wow," Joe said, pushing up to his feet and reaching for his shorts, "I never realized that this was what encounter groups were all about. If I had, I sure as hell would've joined one a long time ago."
"I'll second that," Wayne said.
"I guess the time's almost up for tonight, huh?" Lynne said, pulling up her skirt.
"God, that went fast!" Derek exclaimed.
"You know what they say about time and having fun," Wayne said.
"Do we all meet here again next week or what?" Joe asked.
Donna stood up and stretched sensuously, the first one undressed and the last one dressed. "Next week, same time, same place," she said.
"I'll be here with bells on," Joe promised.
Donna said goodbye and watched as the four group members filed out. When they closed the door behind them, leaving her alone in the room, she sank back on the couch and sighed. Her first encounter had been an unqualified success! She let her fingertips stray down between her widely splayed thighs and dreamed of erotic encounters to come.