The sex clinic and the sex therapist is a new fixture in society that isn't-likely to die out even after the current fad for sexual freedom has abated. Sex therapy fills a needed place in treating a social condition more damaging than venereal disease and alcoholism combined.
So many physical ills of people can be traced to mental problems, particularly sexually oriented problems and frustrations, that the federal government should be funding sex therapy clinics, not trying to close them down. Sexual frustrations are a national health hazard. The average patient in psychiatric therapy usually has a sexual problem either as a cause of a symptom of his illness.
Society has through an ill-planned program of sexual repression created more mental illness than morality.
THE PUBLISHER
CHAPTER ONE
Donna Jean Harris smiled softly into the face of the young man who was her first patient. He was complaining bitterly and she felt a strong sense of compassion because he felt so bad. She knew it was her duty to help him.
"It hurts me like a boil at the base of my prick," he explained to her. "I want to fuck so bad I could die."
Donna scrutinized the bulging fly of his pants. "I'll take care of that," she assured him. "When I get finished with you, you'll feel wonderful!"
The young man returned her smile and his hand pressed gently against the bulge. "Monty says a blow job is as good as a fuck. I think I'll try that." He unzipped the fly of his blue jeans and Donna could see he wasn't wearing any shorts.
She flipped a strand of honey colored hair back over her shoulder and surveyed the extent of her client's hard-on. His swelling penis was now completely visible and she viewed it with interest. It looked rather large for a man so young.
"Does it hurt now?" she inquired, in what she hoped was a professional tone.
"Something awful," the young man admitted.
"We'll fix that, " she told him again. She peered into his somber face, noting the thin cheeks, the unruly brown hair that insisted on covering his forehead. His looks could be considered rather plain but he did have nice eyes. She especially liked brown eyes.
"That will be twenty dollars," she said curtly. She grasped the bills he pulled from his pants pocket and thrust them into the front of her smock. She could put them away in her bag later.
The young man watched, anxiously. "Well?"
"Everything will be fine in a few minutes." Donna said. She sank to her knees and scrutinized the stiff prick through the open fly. She touched it with a timid finger, then looked up, again, into his anxious face. "I'm going to take care of you, real good." She tried to smile again but her face felt like it was a sheet of plastic that wouldn't bend.
There was nothing left for her to do but do it, she told herself. Take a hold on that swollen prick, stick it into her mouth and suck on it until she made him come. What could be simpler than that? She peered anxiously at it.
"You'll feel real good when I'm through," she said again.
She waited patiently while he pushed his pants down over his hips, revealing the flaccid sack of flesh that housed his balls. She had never seen one up so close and she looked at it, marveling at its softness and feeling an urge to take it into her mouth. She shrugged the desire away. That could come later.
The young man was becoming impatient. "Well?" he stated again.
Donna sighed an inaudible sigh and peered once more at the dangling penis. She lifted it gently between her thumb and forefinger and drew it slowly into her mouth. She rubbed her tongue across the tip of it to get the feel, then began lapping around the knob. It wasn't so bad after all, she told herself. Not too much unlike a banana with the skin removed.
The young man gasped, then grinned broadly.
"That feels good," he whispered.
Donna closed her mouth down around the warm flesh, holding it in the vise of her red lips and swabbing the end of it with her soft tongue. It did feel good, she told herself again.
Then she began to suck, drawing her cheeks in, putting pressure on the tip of the bloated penis. She wanted to do it just the way Monty had instructed her to do it. She wanted to bring a world of pleasure to this young man.
The young man bucked his groin forward and his face twisted in a grimace of ecstatic pleasure. He gasped again. "That's real good," he chirped.
Donna drew his prick deeper into her mouth. At the same time, she grasped his balls. She had heard somewhere that a man liked to have his balls squeezed while he was being sucked off. If it added to the enjoyment of having his cock sucked, Donna wanted her first patient to have that added pleasure.
The young man bucked again, jabbing his throbbing prick deep in Donna's mouth. His body arched backward, his groin extended forward and he was bouncing up and down on his feet. Each time her tongue lapped over the tip of his knob, his face twisted into another grimace and he grunted with the ecstatic pleasure she was giving him. He was grunting, cooing, spluttering with happiness and his stiff cock was beating a tattoo against her throat.
He was rocking up and down on the balls of his feet, his eyes wild with excitement. His mouth was half open and he was blurting his feelings to the world. "Oh shit, Oh shit!" he gasped. "This is great!"
Donna grasped him at the hips, digging her fingers into his flesh in an attempt to hold his body still so she could maneuver her mouth along his pulsing organ. He continued to sputter.
"Jesus, baby ... Suck it hard ... Oh shit ... SUCK ... OH SHITT!"
She was moving her mouth rapidly back and forth along his prick, rubbing it with her tongue, massaging the soft skin with her lips. The young man began to tense and she could feel him quiver.
Something was happening and whatever it was, she liked it. She circled a hand around his cock at the base to steady it in her mouth. It felt like it was getting longer and harder and was pulsating in her mouth. It felt awful hot against her tongue. Then it jerked. The young man lunged forward and hot fluid was spurting against her throat. She gurgled, then gulped and swallowed rapidly. The young man was moaning, making sounds and jerking his ass up and down. Then he was jerking his cock in and out like he was fucking her mouth. There was one more jerk, hot cum spurted into her mouth and the young man became quiet. He settled down on the flat of his feet and waited for her to finish licking the wet goo from his prick. She lapped quickly across the knob, cleaning it of the last drop of sweet juice. When she had finished, she gave the deflating cock a tender pat and rubbed her mouth with her hand.
"There," she exclaimed. "That should take care of you until next time."
"That was wild, really wild!" he exclaimed enthusiastically. "Monty said you could really give a blow job!" He peered at his penis which now hung limply between his legs. He touched it gingerly. It swayed to and fro. He beamed at Donna. "Can I see your cunt now?"
Donna shook her head in the negative. "The first session is orientation. You must learn why you are here. Then we can go into a deeper involvement."
He wasn't satisfied with her answer and continued to gaze intently at the spot on her smock which covered her crotch. She felt like he was mentally undressing her.
"Monty said for twenty dollars, I could see your cunt," he stated in a husky voice. "like maybe lick it a little."
"Later. You must first gain an ability to have a guiltless orgasm. You can have a look at my cunt next time."
Donna waited patiently for him to pull up his pants and straighten his shirt, then she showed him out. When he was gone, she gave a deep sigh of relief. She had just treated her first patient as a therapist for the Monterey Therapeutic Foundation sexual clinic and that made her feel very good.
CHAPTER TWO
In the six months following her graduation from the University of California at Santa Cruz, Donna Harris had been unable to find a job. Interview after interview had met only with promises to let her know if another opening became available. She found the continual soft spoken no, or sorry, very frustrating and was certain that the lack of jobs was because of the recession. Her father didn't see it that way. Since her mother died, he couldn't see anything from a girl's point of view.
It had been against his wishes that she had attended the liberal arts colleges of the University at Santa Cruz rather than the more conservative courses of Stanford and there had been several rounds of heated arguments as to the virtues of each. Her father, a patrolman with the police department of Oakland, had always felt that meaningful jobs were the ones that required a lot of skill and physical effort. He especially liked secretaries of the type who wore extremely long skirts and could take dictation at one hundred words per minute. A position in the art professions or the humanities, he considered an indolent way of making a living. He was so old fashioned.
After one extremely painful argument, Donna had decided the time had come when she should do her own thing and, again against her father's wishes, packed a bag and boarded a bus for Santa Cruz. A number of her former classmates were living there and she was certain that they would help her find gainful employment in a position of her choice.
After another two months of filling out applications for fellowships, searching for teaching openings in the arts and falling behind in her rent, she gave up and began reading the classified advertisements in the Santa Cruz Sentinel. She finally found one that she thought she might like.
Help Wanted:
Young women, 18 to 28, now being interviewed as therapists for the Monterey Therapeutic Foundation. Must be attractive. Earnings unlimited. Apply in person only.
The address given was one of the older houses on Third Street hill which overlooked the wharf and the boardwalk on the beach. It was of the vintage that where being restored by the well to do and was surrounded by tall green trees and an iron picket fence.
The man who answered her ring gave her a friendly smile and ushered her into a large living room. It was lavishly furnished with comfortable furniture and to Donna, looked more like a plush living quarters than the waiting room of a clinic.
Donna waited while the man carried on a brief conversation with a casually dressed yellow fellow, directed him through a beaded curtain covering a doorway, to meet a girl who appeared on the other side. Then she sought to explain why she wanted to be a therapist.
"I like men," she explained and the man beamed.
The conversation became more of a discussion than an interview and Donna found herself liking the man immensely. He had a pleasant smile which showed strong white teeth and his hazel eyes had a softness to them which was comforting. His face was round and friendly and his black collar length hair was neatly combed in place. Donna was certain she could detect the aroma of roses and found herself feeling perfectly at home with him.
"My name's Monty," he explained as he spoke. "Monty Fowler. My friends call me Monty."
"I'll remember that, Monty." Donna said timidly, then was put at ease again by his broad warm grin.
"I'm sure you'll do." Monty told her. "Our girls have to like men. Our patients are all men and they have sexual problems which we help them to overcome." He grinned again when he said sexual problems and overcome. Then he stood up. Donna stood up also, feeling a little ill at ease.
Monty said, "Nice legs." His eyes did a quick crawl up her body, pausing at her hips, her stomach and at the firm mounds of her breasts. "Men always have hang-ups," he said, looking back into her face, "after we treat them, they become much happier people."
"I would like that." Donna had stated enthusiastically. She had proven so determined that Monty had hired her immediately.
By the next morning, Donna had purchased a white smock, had written to her father explaining she had found a nursing job and would be working odd hours for a few months. Then she had proceeded to learn what a sexual therapist does when a man comes in for a treatment to overcome a hang-up.
Work in the sex clinic began at eleven o'clock in the morning and ended at two o'clock in the morning when the patients ceased to come in for treatments. In order to cover all the hours, Monty ran two shifts. Donna chose the day shift which was from eleven to six, so she could be with her boyfriend, Marvin Hinks, at night. She had met Marvin only three days before and considered him a very cool young man.
Now that she was working, Donna also decided she wanted an apartment of her own and a roommate to help share expenses. Marvin was living at home, which cost him nothing, and wasn't interested in moving into an apartment to share expenses.
"I need all the bread I can get," he explained to Donna. Marvin was an arts major at the University in Santa Cruz and intended to get a job teaching art when he finished his postgraduate courses. "We can be together ever night and on weekends," he explained. "If I need any extra cunt, you can always meet me somewhere."
Donna said she understood and went looking for another roommate.
Promptly at eleven o'clock Wednesday morning, Donna reported for her second day of work. Monty was very pleased.
"Your first patient is Mr. Cross," he instructed. "He has difficulty achieving an orgasm and I'm certain you can help him."
Donna had never known a man who couldn't achieve an orgasm so she didn't comment. She said she would do her best and went directly upstairs to the room where, Monty said, Mr. Cross was waiting.
He was sitting in a chair smoking a cigarette when she entered the room and he greeted her with a show of interest. "You've got a good looking ass," he commented as she approached.
Donna was surprised but still said 'thank you.' She removed her light jacket and placed it in a closet, then turned to the problem of proper treatment.
"I understand your problem is having an orgasm," she commented, repeating what Monty had told her.
Cross nodded good-humoredly. "I need a good fuck," he said in a husky voice.
Donna frowned but forced her face to remain clam. "First, we should discover why you can't achieve an orgasm."
That amused him and he gave a light laugh. "It's because my cock ain't in your cunt. Get your pants off, honey. I've got a good hard on.
Donna frowned again. But I...." She started to speak, to explain why he was there but the man interrupted her. "I've got the money, baby. A hundred bucks?"
Donna's mind froze on his words, wondering if she had heard him correctly. A hundred bucks! Did he mean a hundred dollars? Was he offering her a hundred dollars to let him fuck her? She tried to speak, to ask if that was what he meant but her voice wouldn't work.
Cross was becoming impatient. He pulled a fat billfold from his hip pocket and thrust bills at her. "One fifty? Is that what you want?" he inquired. "That's all you'll get! I don't like being ripped off!"
Donna reached automatically for the bills and thrust them into the pocket of her smock. Then she took a deep breath. Monty had explained what to do for Mr. Cross's hang-up and she really didn't care. Men have orgasms when they fuck and if Mr. Cross was unable to do so, then it was her duty to let him fuck her in order to overcome his problem.
"All right," she said in a soft whisper. "I'll do it."
His face brightened and he stood up, then he began to undress. "That's fine, baby. Get your clothes off. I want to see your cunt."
"Of course," Donna said. She opened the smock, let it slip from her shoulders and drop to the floor. Then she removed her panties. She wasn't wearing a brassiere and it was easy to kick off the flat heeled shoes. When she removed her hose, she realized she was completely naked and the man with her was a stranger.
But for some reason, she didn't really care.
He was rather short and stocky, with nice hips, she noticed when he had undressed. His chest was curved and hairy and he had shoulders that could have been those of a linebacker for the Raiders. When he straightened up, after removing his pants, .she could see that he was a little bowlegged.
He was viewing her slender, willowy body with growing pleasure and his eyes sparkled when his graze reached the kinky amber hair that wreathed her pussy. He took a long lingering look and grinned happily.
"Monty was right," he stated. "You are a real dish."
Donna wanted to answer, to thank him for being kind but she didn't know what to say. So, she said, "I'm ready." She headed for the bed.
He was watching fascinated, following the movements of her hips as she walked across the floor to the bed. His gaze shifted to her breasts when she turned around and sank down on the surface of the soft satin spread.
The bed was furnished lavishly and the mattress felt like soft featherly down to the cheeks of her ass. She sighed contentedly. Monty had apparently spared on expense to make his patients comfortable and she liked that.
Donna didn't want to admit, even to herself, that she wanted Mr. Cross to fuck her. This was her first time with a strange man. Never before had she ever let a stranger even see her cunt, let alone stick his cock into it. Of course she had undressed where her father could see her and there had been that one time with Tommy James, her college boyfriend. But nothing like this. She knew that this was because it was her duty to help Mr. Cross. That was her job. If he couldn't get an orgasm, it had to be because he hadn't fucked women enough. Of course, he could jerk himself off but she had heard that men didn't like to do it like that. They would permit a girl to jerk them off because that was different. It was only the self satisfaction type of masturbation that they felt was degrading. So it was her professional duty to furnish him with the real thing.
She would admit that this was her first real fuck. She had given in to Tommy James and they had fucked in the back seat of his hopped up Ford. But Tommy hadn't been a stranger and his kind of fucking had been pushing his tiny little prick into her cunt, after he pushed her dress up and forced her panties out of the way, then jabbing it in and out a few times and spewing cock juice all over her new lace panties. They had laughed about it and she had thrown them away and gone home without them. But that wasn't a real fuck. This was going to be the insertion of a hard cock into her cunt by a man she hadn't even seen before until just a moment ago and she was wondering what it would be like.
Cross's eyes were roving up and down her slender supple body, taking in the amber hair of her pussy, the flat stomach with the shallow navel, and the deep crevice between the firm round mounds of her tits. He licked his lips and moved closer to the bed.
"Open'um'up, baby," he rasped. "I think I'll eat some cunt first." He went down on his knees beside the bed, grasped her legs and swung them upward. His action forced her over backwards to a flat position on the spread and she lay there, staring at her reflection in the mirrored ceiling and wondering if the girl up there getting fucked, felt anything like she did.
She felt him spreading her legs apart and then a warm rough hand moved softly up across the flesh of her left thigh, moving even closer to the apex of her legs. She heard him grunt.
Something stiff and warm touched her pussy lips and a tingle swept through her lower vagina. What was he doing? Was he kissing her cunt? No one had ever kissed her cunt before. Not even Tommy James. It felt rather good.
Then it moved up across her sensitive skin and she knew it was his tongue. It was soft and raspy and sort of curled up in her cunt, brushing the sensitive skin and making more twinges of pleasure shoot through her body. It was pushing up into her vagina, lapping all around behind the mouth of her cunt, drawing the juice out and then licking them clean. She felt it dart even deeper into her love hole and she quivered under his touch. It felt so absolutely marvelous.
Her body shook when he found the tender little clit. She knew when he found it because it felt a little like when she rubbed it herself. Then his tongue was scraping the flesh around it and more joy was sweeping through her body.
He was grunting again and she could hear the slurp slurp of his mouth as he licked at the opening of her cunt and drew the warm juice into his mouth. She raised her head, hoping to see what he was doing but all she could see was his black bushy hair. His nose and mouth was buried in her cunt. She raised her ass from the satin spread and pushed against his face.
"Oh Jesus," she blurted. "Do that some more!"
She held her legs up, forcing them wider apart, opening the mouth of her cunt, giving his tongue more room to explore.
"Oh, honey," she moaned. "Do that some more. It feels good, really goo! You're driving me wild with your sucking. I like your eating my cunt, honey!"
His tongue was working up into the depths of her vagina, massaging the walls, dragging back the sweet juice that was accumulating there. Each time it moved back through her cuntal lips, a tremor swept through her body and an itch began to grown around her ass-hole.
This had to be better than fucking, she told herself. This way, there was no exertion on her part; only the factor of opening her cunt to his mouth, then waiting for him to eat his fill. She was certain he was licking his lips after each sucking round. He was making sounds like he was enjoying what he was doing.
Then his tongue was stabbing into her clit again and she could feel the resulting sensation all the way back to her ass. It was increasing the itch in her rectum.
It was good! Oh God, it was good! That tongue, that hot thick beautiful tongue! Fucking could never be like this! She wiggled on the bed, forcing her cunt even tighter against his face. She began to moan.
"Your tongue, Jesus, your tongue! Push it up my cunt, honey! Push it all the way in!"
She was sure he didn't hear her and she knew he couldn't talk. He was too busy lapping her cunt and eating her sweet pussy juice. But she couldn't remain quiet. She had to tell him how marvelous it felt, how much she liked his sucking and for him to keep it up. She could only sob.
"Oh God! Eat me, honey! Eat the shit out of me! Fill my cunt with that beautiful tongue. DO YOU HEAR ME, HONEY? SUCK MY CUNT CLEAN! DAMN YOU, SUCK MY CUNT CLEAN!"
The licking paused for a moment, then resumed. She sensed that he had moved and raised her head to make sure. He was standing beside the bed, bending down at an angle across her body, his head down between her legs, his mouth buried again in furry amber muff of her cunt. This time, his cock hovered over her breasts and swayed dangerously close to her mouth. She grasped it, drew it toward her lips, intending to take it in her mouth and suck it. She couldn't bring it close enough. She sighed and laid her head back on the satin spread. His prick felt awfully hard and she could feel the blood pulsing in the veins that ran along the skin. His cock felt so wonderful in her grasp that she didn't want to let it go. She squeezed it.
Cross stopped licking her cunt, raised up and peered into her face. "Do that again," he told her.
She squeezed it again.
Cross grunted and stuck his face back into her pussy. Donna closed her eyes and tried to visualize what he was doing. Whatever it was, it felt awful good.
"Jerk it off, baby." Cross suggested. "I'm going to suck your cunt until you come."
Donna said, "Oh yess." She squeezed his cock again, then moved her partially closed hand back and forth along the stiff shaft. That was the way Tommy James had done it and she had watched to see what would happen. Cross apparently liked the action. He squeezed her hips and dug his fingernails into her skin. Then he pinched her on the thigh. He was sucking and tongue fucking her like mad.
The twinge in her ass crept across her crotch to a spot closer to her cunt and she began to tingle all over. Her pleasure was increasing with the pain as his tongue stabbed into her begging twat. Then her muscles were suddenly becoming tense and a hot boil was building in her pussy.
"Oh honey!" she cried. "Do it faster! Fuck my cunt with your tongue. MAKE ME COME, HONEY! OH JESUS, I'M GOING TO COME! HONNNEEEEEE! I'MMMM COMMMMMMMENNNNNNNNG!"
Her body erupted like a sizzling tea kettle under pressure and a wave of exhilaration thundered up her cunt to her belly and back again. She felt the soft ooz of cum that flowed into her vagina and the increased tempo of lapping of the tender tongue at its mouth.
She had continued jerking her hand up and down the stiff penis in her grasp and suddenly realized that her hand was sticky and wet and semen was running down her arm and dripping off onto the satin spread.
The curling, lapping tongue finished the last bit of pussy juice and Cross straightened up.
"That was a real suck, baby." He confided in a happy, panting wheeze. "I never enjoyed cunt so much in my life. You're finger licking good, baby, and you better believe it.
He surveyed his dripping cock with humorous eyes and grinned at her.
"That's the best hand fuck I ever had. You're number one in my book, baby."
Donna sighed a deep sigh of contentment. "That was the best tongue fuck I ever had too, and I loved it."
To commemorate the occasion, she wrote it up in her day to day diary, then dropped a note to her friend Alma Joe, in Oakland. Life was becoming so fulfilling she just had to tell someone.
CHAPTER THREE
Two days later, Monty met her at the door when she came to work.
"Jerry thought you were the most," he explained with a beaming smile. "When he says he-likes a cunt, it's good cunt."
Donna frowned in confusion. She hadn't heard Monty speak of any Jerry and his choice of words was embarrassing. Monty put his arm around her waist and aimed her toward the stairway that led upstairs. "I thought we should talk about it."
Donna forced a smile to cover her frown. "I'd like that," she responded.
"He also left you a tip." He pulled a bill from his pocket and thrust it into her hand. "You're going to make it big, honey." The word honey dropped from his lips like liquid sugar and he squeezed her waist.
Donna thanked him, thrust the bill into the pocket of her jacket. She was puzzled by the tip. She didn't remember any Jerry.
Monty continued to talk as they mounted the steps to the second floor. He was explaining something, giving her advice, telling her about something he wanted her to do.
"Don't jerk a man off for free," he was saying in her ear. "Make the sonofabitch pay extra for it."
She nodded understandingly. "Yes Monty."
" ... and put a pillow under your ass if he wants to suck cunt. That raises your ass so his chin won't be dragging the bed."
Donna stumbled on the last step as they reached the landing. Only Monty's grip on her arm kept her from falling. She tried to say thanks. Her mind was in a turmoil. And put a pillow under your ass if he wants to suck cunt!
What was Monty talking about? Don't jerk him off for free ... make him pay extra for that. Make who pay extra?
She peered up into his face. "Who, Monty?"
"Cross ... Jerry Cross. They guy who...."
He stopped speaking abruptly and his face broke into a sheepish grin. "Doesn't matter, honey. He said you are the most. Maybe we should go a round." He grasped her arm a little tighter and almost lifted her the last three steps to the second floor.
He wasn't giving her time to answer and she wasn't certain she could. He hadn't asked a direct question, had only intimated that he knew. How could he? How did Monty know? It would seem that Mr. Cross was the kind of man who would kiss and tell.
They didn't stop on the second floor as she expected but continued to the back stairway which led up to his private apartment on the half floor above. Donna had never been up there before. It was barred to all personnel and no one used it but Monty. He lived there when he was in town, used it when he had a hot date and kept it locked up when he was away.
When he unlocked the door, it was with a burning curiosity that she strode past him, then viewed with utter amazement, the wonders of Montyland.
She found herself staring at the largest water bed in creation. It was round-at least twelve feet across, it was high-the level of the pink satin spread at least three feet off the floor and it had built in controls at the head, with a radio, a television set, and a small bar. It looked very, very comfortable.
Monty said, "Get your things off, honey. We'll get right to the fucking."
Monty's announcement made her heart beat a little more rapidly and her spirits soared. She, Donna, was going to be fucked by Monty. Of all the marvelous things that could happen to her, she could never have dared even think of such a beautiful thing. But here she was in his apartment and he was telling her to undress.
She unbuttoned the front of her smock, dropped it from her shoulders. Then she kicked off her shoes. She hadn't been wearing anything else. She paused, realizing she was completely nude and that her pussy lips were suddenly very wet. A muscle quivered between her legs and the inner lips of her pussy puckered. She wanted to fuck. She cast timid glances at Monty.
Monty was rapidly casting his clothing aside and she watched entranced. His body naked, she noted happily, was even more appealing than when it was clothed. When he removed his shorts, his massive cock flopped out and sagged toward the floor. He scratched his groin thoughtfully and beamed at Donna. He held his penis up for her to look at.
"It's beautiful," she said. She gazed at it longingly.
"It's for you, honey. I'm going to shove it right up your ass."
He followed her to the bed, pushed a button on the headboard. The bed rose to a higher elevation. He gave the pink satin spread a light pat. "Bend over, honey. I want to get right into your ass."
She bent down as requested, discovering that the bed was now just the right height for her to place her chest on the satin surface without being uncomfortable. She was certain that her cunt must be pointing toward the ceiling. The soft fabric felt good on her tits and she let herself relax. It seemed so very, very nice.
He was going to fuck her in the ass, he had said. Tommy James had explained that meant coming in from the rear, fucking dog fashion. She had never done it that way before and waited, anticipating what it might be like. Then he was behind her, one hand grasping her at the hip and the other spreading the crack of her pert little ass apart.
A finger rubbed around the rim of her ass-hole then pushed into the opening. She felt as if someone was in the process of giving her an enema. The finger thrust unceremoniously up her rectum and twisted in the tender flesh. Then it was withdrawn and she had the feeling of something greasy clinging to her cheeks.
Why had he done that, she mused. Her cunt was three inches below the brown rim of her ass and her cunt was all wet from her excitement of being fucked by him. He hadn't as yet even touched her cunt and she was waiting patiently.
He grunted again. Then both hips were clutched in a strong grasp. Something big and soft dabbed into the wetness of her pussy, then moved upward, brushing the skin of her buttocks until it had reached her anus. It stabbed at the opening, hesitated for a brief moment, the jabbed through and slithered up her rectum. Monty's groin slapped against the fleshy cheeks of her buttocks and he cuddled against her, his chest dragging her back and his balls slapping gently against the wet lips of her cunt.
Donna gave a surprised gasp and bounced forward on the bed. Monty drew back, thrust his cock up into her rectum a second time, then began a rhythmic thrusting.
Donna clutched the satin spread, grabbing large handfuls, using it to steady herself. She was completely surprised by what was happening and too bewildered to say anything. It was seconds before she found her voice.
"No, no, no," she gurgled. "You said fuck. This isn't getting fucked."
Monty thrust a hand down and pinched the lips of her cunt. "Make it cool, honey. You're going to love this!"
Donna's face twisted with mounting frustration. She wanted to be fucked in the cunt, not have that beautiful cock stuck up her ass. She wanted it in her cunt so that it would make her come and she could write to Alma and tell her about being fucked by such a beautiful person as Monty.
She released her hold on the pink satin bedspread and beat the surface with her fists. "No no NO!" she bellowed. "I WANT TO FUCK!"
Monty thrust a finger up into her cunt, twisted it around, massaging the tender lips, then began working it in and out. At the same time, he was jacking his cock in and out of her ass-hole. She continued to gasp, to make noises, then became strangely silent.
The stabbing cock felt like an overgrown banana in her ass and she wanted to disgorge it. She knew it wasn't nice to fart but she couldn't help it. The wind whistled out alongside of the pumping cock, turning into a wailful whistle that sounded a bit like a rusty fog horn. She beat the surface of the pink spread again and growled her displeasure.
"Get your cock out of my ass! I don't like ass fucking!"
Monty thrust a hand under her chest, cupped the palm over one tit and squeezed. "Don't be uptight, honey," he whispered in her ear. "You'll cry for more before I'm finished."
He rubbed her tit, then thrust a finger of his other hand into her belly button and twisted it. Then he jabbed his cock deep into the receptacle of her ass-hole. Donna felt like she was going to shit.
The tickle that started in the base of her rectum was akin to the twinges that had flashed from her cunt when Mr. Cross had fucked her. She stopped beating the pink spread, forgot about the cock pumping up her ass and sought to concentrate on what was happening to her body. The oversize banana had disappeared and in its place was a shaft of articulate pleasure. Every time that beautiful prick stabbed up into her rectum, the faint itch became more noticeable until it became a growing urge. She felt like she wanted him to thrust his hand up into her ass and scratch that horrible itch.
"Oh, oh," she gurgled. "Push hard, Monty."
Monty squeezed her tit again and whispered into her ear. "Good girl."
He released his hold on her tit, raised his chest and began jacking his slippery prick into the ultimate depth of her sucking ass.
Donna forced her mouth against the pink satin spread to keep from crying out. It wasn't hurting any more. It was beginning to feel good and now that the pain was gone, she wanted all of that beautiful cock that she could get.
"Oh Monty," she wailed. "Oh God, Monty, do it real hard."
"It's coming, honey." Monty assured her. "I've got a big load and I'm going to blow it all right up your ass.
Then he grasped her at the hips again and his stiff cock thrust rapidly and deep into her rectum. She had never known anything that felt that way and she was happy now that Monty had compelled her to take his cock in her ass. It was a new and very delightful experience.
"I love it," she whispered back to him. "I really love it, darling-you hear me?"
He didn't answer but his grasp on her hips tightened and his prick beat into her ass-hole a little faster.
"Oh ... oh ... OHHHHHHH!" Donna moaned as the force of his thrusts slammed her forward on the water bed. Ripples rolled across the surface and her head bounced in the small swells.
"Oh ... OH ... OOOOOOHHHHHHHH!" she moaned again. "Your cock, darling ... your beautiful cock ... Fucky my ass, Monty ... FUCK MY ASSSSSS!"
She felt his shaft getting bigger, rounder. Then it jerked and something hot was spewing inside her ass-hole. It trickled back along the plunging cock and dribbled down his balls. Monty sagged over her body, giving his culminating thrust with his last ounce of strength. He forced his groin tight against the wet cheeks of her ass.
"That was the most, honey," he stated with growing pride. " ... the very most! You can come up any time. Old Monty has a big cock just for you."
"Oh yess, darling ... oh yessss ... I love your cock, darling. Next time I want it in my cunt and for a very long long time."
Monty gave her a satisfied grin, accompanied by a love pat on the ass. He wiped his cock on a hand towel from the beside table, "any time sweetie. They key is in the ice chest downstairs. Come in anytime."
He gave her another slap on the ass and headed for the bathroom. Donna watched him go, a sense of deep appreciation welling up in her. It had been so wonderful. It would be so marvelous. She would have an awful lot to write up in her diary and tell Alma Joe.
The next day, Saturday, Donna went in at eleven o'clock as usual. Three other girls had already reported for work and she was a little confused until Lisa, the oldest day girl, informed her that a new therapist was being trained in her place and Monty had left instructions for her to change to the night shift.
"He says you have a lot of class and the evening patients like girls who understand them."
Donna knew that the evening appointments were mostly business men who couldn't get in during the day because of pressing business but because they were business men, they usually paid a little more and left larger tips for the girls. The shift started at seven o'clock and lasted until two in the morning. It was considered the most interesting shift and all of the girls wanted to work it.
The fact that she had been changed to the late shift pleased Donna very much but she now had the problem of what to do until the new time. Reading was very boring and after looking at the pictures in the latest Playboy magazine, which was kept to entice the male patients to freely discuss their hang-ups, she remembered Monty's offer of his apartment at any time. He was out of town, Lisa explained, when she asked, and wouldn't be back until late. Since he was gone and wouldn't care, she decided it would be nice to be up there alone and able to play his fabulous collection of Elton John records.
She searched the ice chest and discovered the apartment key taped to one corner of the lid.
The apartment was even more enchanting than she had thought it to be before, she decided. She gazed at the furnishings for long minutes, taking in the huge water bed in the center of the floor, the massive headboard and the electronic wonders it contained. The bed looked cozy and restful and she decided it would be nice to view the television set, against the wall, from a propped up position on the bed. Then there was the radio and the mysterious array of switches and buttons that made up the control panel. She settled for a cup of coffee, making it from a jar of instant coffee which she found in a small cupboard in the tiny dinette. She noted that the bathroom, off the bedroom, was empty of anything suggesting that a man lived there occasionally. Not even an electric razor in the chest, which came into view when the mirror was pulled out.
Donna pondered that as she carried the cup of coffee to the bed. If Monty didn't live there all of the time, what did he use the apartment for? Just as a place to fuck his nurses and kill time when he wasn't busy? She settled down on the resilient surface of the water mattress and felt a sensation of unique pleasure as it swayed beneath her. She sank down into it and noticed how it rippled when she lifted her feet from the floor and attempted to move over to the center of the spread.
Sheer luxury, she told herself and sighed happily.
But the coffee grew cold and the television was even more boring than the reading had been. She lounged for a moment, contemplating the rest of the afternoon, then climbed wearily from the bed and carried the coffee cup back to the kitchen. It was when she was coming back that she noticed the throw rug beside the bed was rumpled. She decided to straighten it.
She lifted the rug from the floor, holding it for a moment, intending to flip it up and let it drop back to the floor in the proper position. Instead, her arm froze in midair. The spot of floor carpet beneath the throw rug had been removed and where it should have been was a small square plate of glass. Donna stared at the spot in complete astonishment. Why should there be a plate of glass in the floor? She bent over it, looking down, expecting to see only bare wood under it but was even more astonished to find herself looking into the therapy room below. The bed, the chairs, and most of the room was clearly visible, but what caught her eye immediately was the fact that the bed was occupied. Lisa, her long black hair spread out across the covers, her face turned to the wall, the white skin of her naked body gleaming in the daylight, lay spraddled, her legs wide apart and a man, also naked, was down between her legs busily lapping her tender cunt. His head was bobbing up and down as his tongue moved across the open lips of her pussy and Donna could see him thrusting it into the pink flesh.
She sank to her knees, her gaze glued to the action below, vaguely remembering the huge mirrors which were part of the ceiling of each therapy room. She was looking through the mirror and able to see everything that happened in the room below.
Lisa was moving her head back and forth, moving her lips as if saying something. She appeared to be enjoying the treatment she was giving her patient. The man was still between her legs, his face buried in her furry muff, his tongue flicking in and out. He, also, appeared enthralled by the pleasure afforded him by his treatment. He continued to lap the soft flesh of Lisa's cunt, drawing the sweet juices into his hungry mouth. Donna Jean Harris continued to watch. She knew now that this was what the mirrors were for. To hide the opening through which Monty undoubtedly watched treatments when he was at the clinic. How often did he watch, she asked herself. Who else might he watch with? This was the answer to her bewilderment, the explanation of his statement, 'Don't jerk him off for free. Make the son of a bitch pay extra for that.'
Realization swelled into her mind like a storm gale. Monty had spied on her. He had seen she and Cross at work. He had watched Cross suck her cunt and her own reaction of jerking him off. Monty was a voyeur, a peeping Tom. He watched other people having sex in order to build his own hard-on. He apparently obtained some pleasure from watching other people fucking.
It was fun. Donna admitted that to herself as she peered through the square of glass into the room below. Lisa had turned her head and was now looking up at the ceiling. Staring her in the face and knowing that she couldn't see her gave Donna a squeezy feeling. She realized now that she was the voyeur and she was enjoying what was going on.
Lisa was getting fucked. Her patient had climbed over her and was aiming his cock into her open cunt. Donna could see him rubbing the head of it into the tender lips. Then he jerked his ass forward and the hard shaft disappeared into Lisa's flesh. Donna was feeling a stirring in her own loins.
She muttered softly to herself and opened the front of her smock. She wanted to be loved, to be touched, to be fucked. She was developing a case of 'hot twat'-she wanted a cock in her cunt but there was none there. Her hand moved down into her crotch, nestled in the amber thatch of hair that spring from her cunt. A finger touched the lips, then moved up into the wet folds of her pussy. It sought out the tender nub, then it was massaging it, bringing it to life. Donna Jean began to moan, to whisper softly to herself. She was pretending that Monty was there and that it was his cock that was pressing against her tender clitoris. Donna Jean Harris was masturbating and she was enjoying every second of it.
Then Donna Jean Harris suddenly suffered a revelation. She was now aware that the Monterey Therapeutic Sex Clinic wasn't a clinic. It was a sophisticated house of prostitution. It was a brothel in which any man could buy a fuck if he wanted it and found a girl to his liking. The patient-nurse relationship was a cover-up that had never existed. She Donna Jean Harris was a whore, a paid sexual partner and now that she thought of it in that light, she discovered that she liked the idea. In the few days that she had been there, she had learned that she liked fucking. She wanted to be fucked, to be loved and cuddled and she especially wanted to be fucked in the cunt by Monty.
CHAPTER FOUR
It was Sunday, it was eight forty-five at night and Donna was bored again. She had reported for work at seven, to find there were only two 'patients' in the waiting room and the two other girls on the night shift had taken them. One was a personal for Linda and Tabby and been 'first up' for the other. They sat around smoking lumpy cigarettes and drinking wine and making conversation. The older of the two, a pleasant faced man in his early forties, was telling dirty stories and everyone was laughing over them.
They seemed to be in no hurry to get to the fucking bit.
She had seen Cross only once since the appointment. That had been yesterday, Saturday, when she came down from the apartment to go on shift. She had enjoyed the afternoon and had finally gone to sleep on the water bed, awaking just in time to report for work. The refrigerator in the kitchen of the old house usually contained cheese or lunch meat that could be made into sandwiches in case a patient stated he was hungry. Donna had prepared one for herself and settled in a chair by the front picture window to read the latest copy of Playboy. She had seen Cross drive up to the curb, carry a box up to the front door where it was accepted by Linda. Linda had carried it somewhere into the back and Cross had crawled back into his car and driven away. Donna had felt a little disappointed that he hadn't come in.
Now, she was a little frustrated to find Sunday evening so dull. She was hoping a patient would come soon. She killed time by leafing through the magazine and casting casual glances at the two men on the sofa. They both looked like business men.
Linda was making it plain that the older of the two was her date. She was taking sips from his glass of wine and rubbing his leg. Donna was certain that she also dipped her hand down into his crotch and stroked his balls. She was doing a lot of giggling. That was when Monty arrived. Donna hadn't seen him since Friday.
He nodded in her direction, mouthed the words hi baby, the went directly to the two men on the sofa. Linda said something to him, he nodded and they all left the room. Donna, now alone, returned to looking at the pictures in Playboy.
She became so engrossed in the nude photos that she was almost startled when the front doorbell rang. She hurried to answer it.
The man who faced her was young, she noticed, and his eyes contained a sparkle as they peered at her from the darkness of the old fashioned porch. He said hello, followed by a boyish grin and shuffled uneasily.
"Hope you aren't too busy to see me," he commented.
Donna viewed his pale cheeks with a sense of amusement. He looked so shy, so awkward standing there. He must be feeling very ill at ease. She said, come in, and stepped aside so he could enter. Then they stood in the entry way, peering at each other, neither saying anything for a long minute.
"I need something," the man said finally. He looked sheepish.
"Yes, I know." Donna said. She liked him, she told herself. She liked his straight forward manner, his shy grin. He looked so out of place, like he wasn't accustomed to patronizing sex clinics for his kicks. "I know exactly what you need." She returned his smile, to put him at his ease.
"like what?" he countered. His grin became a bit of a smirk. As if he was teasing her.
"like a good fuck," she suggested with a wry smile. "A man always needs that."
"I'm with you," he smiled back.
Donna beckoned. "This way."
She led him up the spiral stairway, keeping a few steps ahead of him so he could watch her legs and hips. Men liked to do that, she had discovered. If they could stoop low enough to look up under the smock, seeing her bare ass always gave them a jolt and helped build a good hard-on. She noticed he seemed rather eager when she showed him into the therapy room.
He paused inside the door, looking uneasily around, peering at the bed then back at her. His eyes were asking a question that he apparently couldn't find the words for.
"You better undress first." Donna suggested. She thought he looked relieved.
He removed his shirt-he wasn't wearing a tie-displaying a spotless white undershirt. When he removed that, Donna was pleased. He had very broad shoulders, black hair on his chest and she thought him a little like her father.
He hesitated, shifting his gaze from the bed to her figure and making an attempt to appear indifferent. He unbuckled his belt, opened the fly of his trousers and pushed them down his legs. She thought him rather cute and made up her mind to be nice to him. He said his name was Randy and she liked that.
When he took his shorts off, his cock hung down, long and firm and it looked like it could bring a lot of pleasure to a woman. He was staring strangely at her, following every movement as she unbuttoned the smock and let it drop from her shoulders. When she walked toward him, naked, she could see that he was pleased.
He took her into his arms, drawing her close. His stiff cock protruded between her legs and rubbed on the lips of her warm pussy. It felt good and she wanted it pushed up into her tingling cunt.
"Please fuck me," she begged. "Your prick feels so nice and big."
"I want to fuck you," he whispered into her ear. "I want to fuck you real bad, but I can't pay you, I'm a cop!"
Donna winced in his arms and would have pulled away but he held her tight.
"Keep it cool, baby," he pleaded. Somebody might hear. Don't let on that anything is unusual. Massage parlors and sex clinics are notorious for being bugged.
Donna couldn't believe it, she wouldn't believe it. This beautiful man a cop? She thought about it for a moment. What difference should it make-her father was a cop. She liked Randy's looks and she liked his cock. She wanted that long hard shaft thrust up into her cunt and she wanted it there now. In the three days she had been at the clinic, she hadn't been fucked in the pussy and now she was craving it. Marvin Hinks had offered to fuck her but after seeing the men who came to the clinic she had considered him as being very childish and had told him so. Now, she didn't have a boyfriend and she liked it better that way.
She walked up to him and forced her body up against his own. "Now tell me you don't want to fuck," she teased.
He wrapped his arms around her, pulled her body in against his own in a tight embrace. She felt his chest against her breasts, his stomach pushing against her stomach and his hard cock nestled against her groin. It felt so stiff and so hard that she wondered if it hurt. If it did, she wanted to relieve it of that hurt and make him feel happy again.
His hand roved gently up and down her back. "You are beautiful," he whispered in her ear.
She wiggled her groin up against his cock. "So are you," she replied.
He brushed a hand across her head. "I like your hair."
She brushed a hand down between them, felt of his kinky patch of black muzzling her pussy. "Yours too," she said.
"Your tits are gorgeous."
"Your chest is too."
"Your cute little stomach makes me want to hug you."
Please do," she commented.
He squeezed her about the waist and gave her a love pat on the ass. "Should we fuck now or do you want to smooch first?"
"It would be nice to smooch a little."
He lifted her chin, with the palm of his hand, positioning her mouth for his kiss, then his lips closed over it and he was probing the inside with his tongue, in a strong sensual kiss.
His groin rotated against her pussy and she felt that she would surely die if he didn't stick that wonderful prick into her cunt soon. She sought to pull away.
His hand rubbed down the soft skin of her back, settled on the rounded cheeks of her ass, then moved back up to her waist.
He released his grasp. "You're beautiful," he said again.
Donna said nothing. She twisted free of his arms, strode over to the bed and sat down, then she laid back on the surface of the rippling mattress.
"I want your cock up my cunt," she stated blandly. "I'm getting awful hot.
He was rubbing his stomach, the scratching in the black hair above his prick. He lifted his penis, rubbed it gently with his thumb and forefinger, then let it drop. It hung at an angle.
"Sure, baby. I've always wanted to fuck a doll like you. It should be wild."
"Then make me wild." Donna said.
She knew she was being bold but she didn't care. She wanted this nice man to fuck her. He had said he was a cop and couldn't pay her. Donna knew why. If he paid her, then fucked her, he would have to arrest her as a prostitute. Her father had explained that often enough. 'Prostitutes were criminals that had to be hustled off to jail and treated like animals while girls who fuck for a hot dog and ice cream cone were social rebels to be applauded and held up as the epitome of womanhood! The social world had a very peculiar sense of values. What was wrong, depended too much on who it was wrong for.
But she would forget about that, she insisted. She didn't want to remember anything, not even her father. She wanted to fuck. Her cunt was hot and she could feel the moisture oozing from it. She wanted to feel that hairy chest pressing against her own, his groin hard on her love bump and his balls smacking against her ass as he thrust that wonderful shaft into the flesh of her vagina.
She raised her head and looked at him. "Please?"
He settled down beside her, sitting on the water mattress, leaning over her body, staring into her face, a soft smile pulling at his lips. He looked so decisive, so forceful. She thought him a very powerful man.
"Fuck me now, please," she said again.
At first, she barely felt it. His touch was so much like the brush of a butterfly's wing. It started on the smooth white skin of her right thigh, moving up along the inside of her leg, approaching the tender lips of her cunt, then sneaking across to the other side and down the other thigh. The light, featherly touch brought her skin alive and darting sensations of pleasure darted up her body. It tickled.
He was approaching her pussy. She could see he was scrutinizing it, his face wreathed with pleasure, his eyes clinging to the opening. Then his hand was rubbing in the amber hair, picking at it, tugging it in tiny tufts. Each thing he did seemed to add to the feeling that was mounting inside of her. It felt so very, very good.
"Oh my," she whispered. "That's nice."
He wrinkled his nose and pushed a finger into the lips of her cunt.
"That's even better," she added quickly.
He leaned down and planted a kiss on her stomach. "There's more," he promised.
She felt his right hand go down to her crotch, his finger touching the intimate folds of her pussy, spreading them apart. Then he was fingerfucking her cunt and it felt even better than when she had masturbated in the apartment upstairs.
His finger was working up and down, up and down, massaging the inner flesh of her pussy, smearing her sweet juice all around, making her ready. He was getting ready to stick his beautiful prong into her and that made her feel relieved. The pain in her ass was growing stronger and she was certain that only a good fuck would make it go away.
"Now?" she inquired, looking up at him.
He nodded. "Now. I've got a hot dong that's just itching for that meat of yours, baby. When it gets close to a cunt, it just wants to wiggle right in."
Donna giggled, in spite of the growing pain. "Then get it to wiggling," she said. "You are wasting a lot of time."
She wanted to take him in the missionary position because she felt that would give her the most pleasure. She had been fucked in the ass and had enjoyed having her cunt eaten but she still hadn't been fucked the old fashioned way. She knew that her father had always fucked her mother that way because any other position would have been termed as 'not nice,' and Tommy James had done it that way, with her feet hanging over the seat, in the back of his hopped up Ford, breathing down into her face, his cock half squeezed into her cunt and humping in the hampered space like a dog tied to a bitch in heat. He had told her she looked angelic. It had been a lot of fun then and she wanted it to be a lot of fun now. She spread her legs so Randy could climb between them.
The mattress gave, and they swayed gently as he crawled over her, settling down into the vee of her thighs, positioning his legs, resting on his knees and getting ready to thrust his stiff organ into her waiting love pot. It was an unsteady surface and each time he moved, the water rippled under the ticking and miniature wavelets rushed from her ass to the sides of the bed. For Donna, it was a very unusual experience.
He was aiming his penis. She could see him, holding it gently in one hand while he probed her pussy with the other. He was leaning forward, supporting himself on one arm, feeling of her cunt with a finger while guiding his cock into the apex of her crotch. She felt the hard round knob touch her wet cunt lips as if sensing her vagina was growing wetter and hotter and begging for it to become buried in her hungry flesh. She reached down to help him, fingering the shaft with gentle care and guiding it in the proper direction. It brushed across the softness of her pubic hair which thrust downward from her pud and finally reached the pulsating lips of her pussy. Then he was arching over her body, his face above her own, grimacing in a display of pleasure and his cock was moving slowly through the opening of her cunt into the confines of her vagina.
Oh God, but it felt so good!
She looked up into his pain filled eyes. "Push hard," she suggested, "push real hard."
He raised his ass and paused for a moment, then slammed his groin down against her amber-haired love bump. His cock stabbed deep into her hot box and they both rocked on the water mattress.
Donna hit the surface of the bed with her fist and blurted "Oh Jesus!"
She raised her legs, clamping Randy about the waist in a tight embrace, as if afraid of being cast free and missing all of the pleasure of that plunging prick. Then she began to moan again, delighted that it was actually happening. "Fuck me, honey," she cried. Oh Jesus, fuck me!"
She began to rotate her buttocks, slowly at first, then making her movements faster, as if wanting to screw herself up that delicious shaft, daring it to ever pull free. It was so nice, so awful nice.
She closed her eyes, to concentrate on what was happening, to reap every last bit of enjoyment from what Randy was doing, to savor every inch of that stabbing love muscle. It was like a dream, a precious bit of heaven and she would remember it.
She had never felt so loved, so desired before in her life and it was all coming from a complete stranger. Thinking about Randy, she wanted to concede that she was being silly. How can you be a stranger to a man who has his cock in your cunt and is fucking with such wild abandon. She knew what the problem was. She loved him. It was true and she knew it was true. She was in love with Randy and Randy was a cop!
"Oh Randy, Randy...." she cooed. "Fuck me hard, honey ... jab it real hard!"
Their bodies swayed on the water mattress as his ass rose and fell, driving that hard shaft of meat into her sucking cunt. His skin felt wet against her groin and there was a faint odor of pussy juice in her nostrils. His eyes were half closed and his face was still twisted into a mask of titillating enjoyment. The pain in her ass moved slowly up her crotch, to the sucking lips of her pussy.
Donna wiggled her hips and slapped the pink satin spread with the palms of her hands. "Randy! Oh Randy! Oh Jesus ... Auhhhhhhh ... auhhhhhh ... auh ... JESUSSSSSS!"
"Are you ready, baby? Are you ready?"
She heard his words above the pounding of her own heart. Ready? Oh yes, she was ready. She had been ready for what seemed like hours. Yes, oh yes, she was ready. Fuck me, Randy, fuck me!
"Yes, darling, yess!" She grasped handfuls of the satin spread, hoping to anchor her body in one spot so that delicious pounding penis could hit the throbbing flesh that would trigger her swelling emotions. "Yes, yes, darling! Now, now, NOWW!" She threw her head back, her words pouring through her throat in a torrent of passion. "FUCK ME RANDY! PUSH YOUR COCK ALL THE WAY UP TO MY THROAT! OHHHH, YOU'RE KILLING ME RANDY! RANDY ... OHHHHHHHHHH!"
She felt his prick expand, swiftly and wildly. The pressure in her vagina was so great that she was certain he would split her cunt in two. The battering of her quivering pussy was triggering something she had never felt before. It was like a hot balloon growing in the base of her vagina and ached like a raw boil. Every time the end of his stabbing prick hit it, the pain became worse and the balloon grew even larger. Her entire insides felt as if it was going to explode. But she wanted more of it!
"It's beautiful, Randy, absolutely beautiful! Jab it hard, honey ... Randy ... Oh Randy ... FUCK ME HARD, RANDY ... I ... I ... I'M COMMING, RANDY ... OH JESUS, I'M COMING!"
She was thrashing her head back and forth, clawing the pink satin spread and twisting her face into a pain forced mask. Words of pain and pleasure streamed for her throat. She was almost screaming.
"FUCK ME, HONEY ... BEAT MY CUNT ... MAKE IT HURT, HONEY ... JESSSSUSSSSSS, RANDY ... YOU'RE KILLING MEEE ... FUCK HARD ... OH GOD, GIVE ME MORE COCK ... PLEASE, RANDY!"
She lifted her ass, forcing her groin upward to meet his powerful thrusts as the slap slap of his balls against her ass added to her torment.
"MORE, GIVE ME MORE, RANDY! FUCK HARD ... OH GOD, FUCK ME HARD...."
She bucked her ass up and down and his cock gouged deep into her aching cunt.
"MORE RANDY ... OH FOR GOD'S SAKE ... GIVE ME MORE ... OOOOHHHHHHH!"
Her voice trailed away as muscles flared inside her body and the pain exploded at the rim of her ass-hole. She quivered, shook violently, then gave a long trembling sigh.
"AHHHHHhhhhhhh ... Honey, this is good!"
Her legs dropped away from his waist and she settled back on the soft satin spread. Randy had slowed his action and her cunt gripped tight around the wet sticky flesh of his bloated penis.
She quivered all over and a tremor surged through her body. The hot flow of pussy juice oozed from her tired lips. The stroking penis paused for a brief second, the was buried deep in her body as his triggered muscles drove it forward.
Randy gave a loud audible sigh, took a deep breath, then sighed again. Then he sank down flat on top of her. He laid quiet for a moment then lifted his head.
"We'll have to do it again when I'm feeling good," he whispered in her ear. Then he laughed and kissed her on the lips.
Donna closed her eyes, contemplating what was to come, aware that there was one thing that she would have to face. Above her the mirrored ceiling showed two naked bodies entwined together and somewhere, in that maze of mirrored panels, was one that was a one way mirrored glass. Through it, someone could have been watching what had just happened and might at that very moment be wondering why no money had changed hands. If such a thing should be, she wanted the voyeur to think Randy was a little more than just a patient. Perhaps even a lover. One that wouldn't have to pay for the pleasure of a fuck.
"I love you sweetheart," she said in a voice loud enough to be heard outside the closed door. "I have missed you so terribly much lately."
CHAPTER FIVE
Monday morning, Donna wrote to her friend, Alma Joe, in Oakland, telling her about Randy and explaining that she was in love. She wanted Alma to know every little thing that had happened and explained about their lovemaking in great detail. Being in love, for Donna, was a very important thing but could never be as much fun if she hadn't had someone to confide her secret to.
Monty wasn't as pleased by the encounter. "I'm sure he's a pig!" he explained to Donna. "I think the bastard was spying on us."
He sounded so certain of his accusation that Donna was instantly crushed.
"Give him the brush." Monty continued. "We can't have any pigs snooping around here!"
Monty had to be wrong, Donna told herself. She knew he was a cop because he had told her but she was certain that he wasn't spying on anyone. He hadn't talked to anyone except herself and had left as soon as he had taken a shower and cleaned up. She told Monty she would refuse to treat him any more, then, went into her therapy room to have a big cry and think about what a horrible future she would have if she couldn't have Randy fuck her any more.
At nine-thirty, two men came in. They explained that they had very strong sexual hang-ups.
"Stacy can't get a hard-on," the older of the two explained. "Not unless he's lickin cunt." He gave Donna a twisted grin. "Me, I can't get it in. Not without a girl's help."
They both looked so timid and so disturbed that Donna knew she had to help them. The older man shifted a large paper bag from his right arm to his left and reached for the wallet in his hip pocket.
"Fifty bucks if you can take care of him." He nodded at his friend, then extracted two bills and thrust them at her. "Another fifty when we finish," he added.
Donna thrust the bills into the pocket of her smock and led them up the stairway. Men were such peculiar creatures, she mused. Always needing a woman's help. In a way it was nice because she received so much enjoyment in being that woman. She let her mind dwell on the problem of the two men as she mounted each step of the stairway. Yes, men were very helpless creatures when it came to sex, but they were certainly nice to have around.
She opened the door of her room and went in, then she casually stepped aside so they could follow her. The older man leaped upon her, forcing her back across the floor and dragging her to her knees. Stacy pushed the door shut and stood chortling.
"Slap her God'damn cunt, Charlie. The little bitch, givin' us the eye. Slap her God'damn ass good!"
Charlie drug her to the floor, then pushed her flat on her back, forcing her down with his weight on her chest. His free hand clawed at the front of her smock.
"Get the damn thing off, ya little bitch!" he gurgled. "Stacy wants to lick yer cunt!" He jerked the fabric around the buttons. When they refused to come free, he grasped the hem of the front opening. He jerked harder. Two buttons popped loose and rolled across the floor.
Donna wanted to cry out, to tell them they were smothering her but something was covering her head. Stacy had settled down over her, his chest choking off her view. He was clawing at the bottom of her smock. She forced her throat to make a sound.
"Quiet, ya stupid whore," Charlie bellowed. "We don't have all night to play games."
He moved his grip down the front of the smock, closed his fingers behind a button and jerked again. Two more buttons spun across the floor. He opened the front of the smock, the squatted back to view her exposed body.
"Woooooooie!" he mouthed happily. "You are one good lookin' cunt!"
He spread the smock wide, forcing the top of her shoulders and pushing it down her back. She lifted her arms, giving him room to push it to her waist. Stacy moved to her feet, grasped the ripped fabric and pulled it free. He leered down at her.
"You're a looker, sweetie. I always did want to get me a looker."
Charlie shouted, interrupting him. "The grease, Stacy! Fill her cunt with the grease!"
Stacy squatted down, grasped the sack Charlie had been carrying. "Taint grease," he corrected. "It's Royal Whip. Nice white foamy Royal Whip. It sure does taste good in a cunt." He licked his lips and pulled a can from the sack. "Open yer cunt, sweetie!"
He held the can a few inches above her stomach and pressed the button. A stream of white fluff spurted from the tip and pelted the indention of her navel. It flowed in a growing mound, then dribbled down toward her amber pubic hair.
"That's a lousy shot, Stacy!" Charlie accused. "Her cunt's down here."
"I like belly licking too." Stacy retorted. He moved the can to a position just beyond her crotch and aimed at the apex of her thighs.
Charlie grasped her legs and jerked them apart. "Up her cunt, Stacy! Blow her cunt full!"
The kid lowered the can, tilted it, aimed it at the open lips of Donna's pussy. "Open it up, sweetie," he coaxed with a leering grin. "I want this to go right up yer hole."
Donna raised her head so she could see the can. "You do and I'll scream," she threatened. She tried to move her legs, to relieve the pressure but Charlie held them in a vise-like grip.
"Raise'um, baby," he instructed. "We want yer pert little ass to get some too."
Donna raised her knees, drawing her legs up, opening her cunt lips even farther, bringing her ass-hole into view.
"There too." Charlie said. He thrust a finger into the opening of her puckered ass-hole. "That's better," he muttered. He twisted the finger and pushed it in farther.
Stacy pushed the tiny button on the cap again. Another stream of white leaped from the tip. It splashed against her thigh, splattered down her leg, then dripped to the carpet. Stacy changed his aim. The long stream hit just above her vagina, sprayed into the amber hair of her love bump and oozed down across her pussy lips. Stacy cried out gleefully.
"Bull's eye, sweetie! Now open yer cunt!"
He moved the container in closer, forcing the tip into the apex of her crotch and aiming directly into the open lips of her pussy.
Pfffffttttttt! The stream of thick cream plopped into her live hole and Stacy laughed hilariously. "Hallelujah!" he yelped. "Cunt and cream comin up!"
He dropped the can on the carpet and dived down between her legs. She could feel him gripping her thighs, holding them apart as he buried his face in the mound of white froth. She could hear him licking.
The white stuff was cold on her skin and she had a sensation of her skin being greasy after he had licked it away. The lapping of his tongue was like a soft feather being drawn across her pubic mouth. The more he licked at her crotch, the less upset she became. After all, she thought, they were just having a little fun and they had paid her in advance. There was really nothing for her to be mad about. She drew a deep breath, stilled her quivering body and sought to relax her muscles. She wanted to feel more of what he was doing, to know the touch of his tongue in her pussy and experience every little facet of this new form of sex. Men enjoyed eating pussy and perhaps this added attraction gave it a new dimension that was worth learning about. She strained to keep her legs spread and waited for his slurping tongue to dig through the fluff and stab up into her waiting cunt.
"It feels good," she told Stacy. "It's beginning to feel real good."
"Shut up, ya stupid whore!" Stacy gasped. "Whipped cream always makes a cunt feel good."
Charlie had changed positions. Instead of sitting cross legged beside her, he was now on hands and knees. He leaned over her, licked the goo from her stomach. It tickled her skin and she wanted to laugh. She gave an emotional giggle instead.
Charlie reached over and pinched her left tit. "You can suck my cock when I'm through," he promised.
Donna winced, muttered to herself. "Pinch it again," she told Charlie. Charlie pinched her tit again. Donna muttered, "Oh Boy." Her whole body quivered.
Stacy slapped her on the thigh. "Hold still you damn shitass! Yer cunt's bitin' my nose! He dug his fingernails into the skin of her leg. She strained to spread them wider. She groaned.
Charlie grunted and stood up. Donna opened her eyes, stared against the ceiling light. Charlie was undressing.
Stacy was doing marvelous things between her legs. Thrill after thrill pulsed up her body and each time his scraping tongue brushed down across her cuntal lips, she wanted to cry out.
"MORE, STACY! MORE CREAM ... LICK FASTER ... DO THAT AGAIN ... PLEASE?"
Stacy screamed. "SHUT UP!"
His tongue gouged deep into the soft hot flesh of her cunt, dragging back whipped cream and cunt juice. He licked his lips after each swipe and grunted contentedly. Then he went through the motion again.
"I want some cream on my cock!" Charlie ordered.
Stacy paused, lifted his face from Donna's foam filled crotch. "Cream it yer'self, ya old fart!" he bleated. 'There's lots of cans left."
He aimed his can at Donna's vagina again, forcing the tip into her cunt, triggering the flow of goo up into her pussy. "I'm making" a fuck nest," he stated to Charlie. "My cock's about to blow. Git ready fer my prong, sweetie!"
Donna winced as he changed positions, stretching out straight and holding himself up on his left arm. He was grunting and muttering even more as he lofted over her and guided his prick into the white goo with his free hand.
His entry was so gentle, so effortless that she hardly realized he was finally fucking her. He had nosed his prick slowly into the whipped cream until the round knob was between her puffed lips. Then he had added enough pressure to make it slip slowly up the length of her vagina. It wasn't until she felt his skin touch her ass that she realized his cock was in her cunt and it was stiff and hard. Stacy had grown a real good hard-on.
He drew back slowly, then pushed his prick back down into her again. It must be really wild, she mused.
She wiggled her ass to get a little feeling. Stacy pinched the cheek of her ass and grunted. She felt his balls slap against her skin.
Charlie was down on his hands and knees, moving in, straddling her face. He stretched forward until his cock was poised above her mouth. She could see that he had coated it with a thick layer of whipped cream. Some of it dripped down onto her cheek as he positioned himself.
"Open yer mouth, baby," he instructed.
Donna wanted to say no. She hadn't promised to suck his cock for fifty dollars. She had only promised to help Stacy get a hard-on. This part of it wasn't fair. Sucking a cock should be another fifty dollars.
"OPEN YER GOD'DAMN MOUTH!" Charlie screeched. "I CAN'T FUCK YER FACE WITH YER MOUTH CLOSED!"
Fingers thrust between her lips, pushing them apart and rubbing on her teeth. She held her teeth closed and squirmed on the rugged floor. Stacy brought his hand down in a smart slap on the side of her face. It stung and she winced again. She opened her teeth.
Charlie lowered his stiff cock down through the opening, thrusting it back against her throat. Donna gurgled, then coughed. Charlie hissed his disdain.
"Close yer mouth ya fucking cunt! I can't get no feeling with yer mouth open!"
Donna closed her lips around the gooey shaft.
Stacy was pumping wildly, jacking his ass up and down and driving his greasy dick deep into the ooze filled vagina. At the bottom of each stroke, he paused for a brief second, the drew back again. Each time he made the stroke, he grunted. Ugh. By the fifth stroke, he was going ugh, ugh, ugh...
Donna had never experienced anything like it before in her life and thought that fucking a pussy-full of whipped cream must be somewhat like pushing a cock into a bowl full of chocolate pudding.
She forced her tongue into the cream clinging to Charlie's prick and licked some of it. It tasted rather good. She licked the rest of it.
Charlie let out a squeaky breath of air. "That's the checker, baby," he wheezed above her face. "You suck it real good."
Her ass was beginning to tingle and Donna had to force her mind to what she was doing. She wanted to make Charlie happy by giving him a good blow job but Stacy was doing so much to her cunt that she couldn't keep her mind on her sucking.
Her entire body felt as if it was being fucked. She raised her ass, pressing up against Stacy's groin. She pushed Charlie's cock from her mouth so she could talk to Stacy. "Fuck me, you stinking little slob," she cried out. "I want to feel your cock in my cunt. Push it a little harder, you bastard!"
Stacy was pushing and pumping and his breath was coming in short shifts. Donna could hear his gasps but couldn't see him. Charlie's cock was back in her mouth and his body cut off her view of the humping Stacy. All she could do was moan and coo.
"Ohh ... ooooohhhh ... ahhh ... aaaaahhhhhh!"
She lifted her legs high in the air, found Stacy's torso and clamped her calves around it, then she bobbed her ass up and down on the rug. It added to the movement of Stacy's prick and put more pressure on her throbbing clit.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" she screamed.
Charlie told her to shut up and close her mouth.
Stacy pumped madly, jabbing his hot cock into the thinned out whipping cream. He was stabbing it all the way into the slithery, sucking cunt that was gripping it.
"Tighten yer cunt, sweetie!" he gulped. "I'm ready to shoot ya a cockload of pecker juice!"
Donna wanted to remain indifferent to what was going on but she couldn't. The thrills that started shooting from her anus were now gripping her pussy and something big was happening under her belly. She bounced her ass more as the pain mounted and gulped for air. Charlie pulled his prick from her mouth.
"Hurry up and shoot yer wad, ya stupid slut! I want to get some good mouth fuckin done!"
Donna couldn't bear it any longer. She grabbed between Stacy's legs and grasped his slapping balls.
"Give me more cock," she shrilled. "Fuck me hard, Stacy. Jab that cock all the way up my cunt! Jab, you sonofabitch ... can't you see I'm dying!"
Stacy lifted his ass, pulling back to the tip of his knob, then snapped his groin down onto her creased love bump. It drove down so hard and so deep that Donna rocked on the floor.
"Raise yer sucking ass, ya whore!" he bellowed. "I'm goin to fuck yer ass off!"
Donna screamed in torment. "Then do it! Do it!"
Her body was one huge festering boil and she was certain her cunt was on fire. She wanted to fuck so bad she thought she would die.
"FUCK ME, YOU SLIMY SLOB! JAB THAT STUPID PRICK IN MY CUNT! FUCK ME ... FUCK ME HARD ... AHHHHHHH ... UHHHHHHHHH ... OHHHHHHHHH ... OOOOOOOOOHHHHHH!"
Her body shook with convulsions. Her legs tightened about his waist as if attempting to pull her body up over his own, burying his cock deep in her throbbing flesh and sucking every drop of juice from his pumping organ.
She wailed with each smashing thrust of his bloated penis. "AHHHHHHH ... FUCK ... FUCK ... OH GOD, FUCK...."
Her voice trailed away as her body shuddered. Her legs relaxed on Stacy's waist, then dropped to the floor. Her pussy seemed to tighten around the now still shaft, clinging to it as if reluctant to have it pulled free. She wanted every drop of that precious juice, ever inch of that phenomenal shaft of flesh. She wanted to strip it dry of every bit of pleasure.
"Oh my," she whispered hoarsely. "Ooooooh myyyy!"
She fell back flat, completely exhausted, waiting for Stacy to remove his deflating cock from her body.
Charlie arched back over her face. "Open yer mouth, slut!" he ordered. "I got a little fuckin to do too."
Donna forced her lips to respond, her teeth to part and her face to remain clam. What she had just experienced had been so spectacular that anything after it would be an anticlimax but she had her job to do. She was there to help people and Charlie needed a lot of help. She raised her head, moving her lips up his dangling prick. Her job was simple now. All she had to do was close her lips and hang on until Charlie had blown the contents of his balls into her mouth.
She closed her eyes, pressed her lips tight around the sticky know. Helping people with their sexual problems was so meaningful that she couldn't understand why people would ever accept any other kind of work.
CHAPTER SIX
Tuesday morning, Donna wrote a short note to Alma. Now that she had money, she could do some of the things she felt she should; like opening a checking account and buying some nice clothing. She explained to Alma that she could now afford a nice apartment and an automobile so she wouldn't have to ride the bus all the time. In the first week of working, she had made over five hundred dollars and as long as patients came to the clinic to be treated, she should be able to make even more.
Wednesday, she received a postcard from Alma. Her father had been given a very important assignment and was out of town. Something to do with prostitutes or drugs, the card stated. Donna crinkled it up and tossed it into the garbage sack. Dear old dad, she remembered, had a thing against women. If a girl had a hem more than three inches above her knees, he would be the first to pounce on her and make a bust for soliciting.
That afternoon, she made a down payment on a usable car and purchased the shortest skirt she could find at Ford's Teen Town. Then she went home and mixed a drink and wrote another note to Alma.
Linda singled her out when she reported for work that evening. She seemed excited about something.
"Monty said come upstairs. He has a couple of friends up there and they need a girl."
Donna gave an understanding nod and said she would go right up. It was rumored that Monty's best friends were entertained in the apartment and girls were always part of the entertainment.
"There is nothing better than free cunt to soften a guy up," he had advised the older girls. "After a stiff drink and a hot fuck, the toughest stud becomes a cream puff."
Donna had considered him to be kidding but she thought about it as she went up the back stairs to the third floor.
No one answered the door when she knocked. She tried the knob, found that it turned. She pushed the door in. Soft sounds told her that the room was occupied. A girl giggled. A man grunted. Then there was a light masculine laugh. Somewhere, she thought she heard water running.
She pushed the door open a little farther.
Only one small lamp burned beside the circular water bed and apparently it wasn't needed. Two figures were lumped across the foot of it, legs and arms entwined and from the gurgling sounds, they were having a lot of fun.
Donna stepped through the door, peered at the figures on the bed, then shifted her gaze quickly about the room. The two people on the bed were the only occupants of the apartment that she could see.
She cleared her throat and rattled the knob of the door. The rocking bodies paused and Monty peered at her from between two elevated legs.
"Perch and be quiet, baby," he instructed. "Sally here is about to blow her pud and I'm starving for some good cunt juice."
A blonde head raised up and two eyes blinked at her. "Does she have to stare like that?"
"She's seen naked cunt before." Monty growled. "Raise your ass so I can get into your snatch."
The girl placed her hands under her hips and raised her buttocks from the surface of the water bed.
Monty growled. "That's better." He thrust his face back into the thick hairy thatch and licked hungrily.
Donna settled onto a small straight-back chair beside the door to wait for whatever was to happen. She could see the figures on the bed more distinctly now and it was obvious that the girl was on her back and Monty was on his hands and knees, straddled over her, his head between her legs, down in her crotch and his cock dangling only inches above the girl's mouth.
The girl was giving little grunts as she grasped his hips, jerking him as if wanting to bring his cock and balls closer to her lips. Monty lowered his ass. The girl grasped the flaccid sack and thrust it into her mouth. The slurping sounds carried to the door as she licked the tender skin with her tongue and washed it with her saliva.
Watching the action was making Donna tingle. This was only the second time she had watched people having sex and it made her self conscious. To her, sex had always been a very private thing. She cleared her throat. The noise sounded extra loud in the quiet bedroom.
Monty stopped licking the blonde's pussy and glared at her. "Don't get uptight, baby. Sally here,-likes to have someone watch her suck cocks. It tightens her cunt so she can build a real hot fire."
"Linda said you wanted me." Donna said reproachfully. "I didn't know you were busy."
"Eating a little cunt isn't being busy. When I'm having a joint or two, then I'm busy."
Monty dug his face back into the apex of the two elevated legs and she could see his head bobbing up and down. It was making her pussy tingle a lot more.
The blonde raised her head. "I'd like to fuck now," she stated in a wispy voice. "I want all the nice hot cream in my belly."
Monty stopped licking, climbed through the vee of her legs and turned around. His hands roved up her creamy white thighs. Then he positioned himself over her so he could immerse his wet penis in her pussy.
Donna could hear him, whispering in her ear, giving her instructions. "Open your legs, honey. I want to feel your tight little honey doll cunt. Then I'm going to push my hungry dick right up to your teeth."
"Oh yesss, Monty, darling," the blonde responded. Her voice quivered with emotion. Then she splayed her legs as wide as possible, her little cunt tongue begging for his advancing organ. Her face was twisted in a grimace of pleasure as his shaft probed soft flesh beyond the lips, then worked up into the warm sheath of her wet cunt. She sighed with rapture and additional cooing sounds came with her every gasp of breath
Donna wanted to look away but her eyes were drawn back to the view of Monty's humping ass and plunging prick. The sight was making the itch between her legs more urgent and she wanted to put her finger on it and scratch. Her hand moved through the opening of her smock and into the warm thatch of her pussy.
She would watch and she would wait. Oh God that felt good. She forced her finger into the soft flesh and rubbed the spot. That made it feel even better and she knew there could be only one answer to her problem. She moved her buttocks forward on the seat of the chair so that her pussy was exposed to her worming finger. It felt so good, so awful good.
She was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she didn't notice when the sound of running water stopped. Her hand was between her legs and her finger was rubbing the soft nub of her clit and her mind refused to think of anything else except the wonderful feeling that was coming from that tiny bit of flesh.
The bottom of her smock was open and the fabric draped back over her legs, exposing her white thighs and pink cunt to whoever might come through the door of the tiny bathroom which served the apartment. It wasn't until the shaft of light leaped across the room bringing everything into bold relief, that she realized she was openly masturbating for anyone to see.
A man stood in the open door, framed by the brighter light and Donna could tell at a glance that he was naked. She jerked her hand from her pussy and a cry of alarm burst from her lips.
"Monty! Who's that?"
Monty stopped fucking the blonde and pulled his still hard cock from her pussy.
"That's Duke," he said, glancing around at her. "He's a real super-stud. You be nice to him, baby. He's going to do a lot of things for the clinic.
He climbed off the bed, his wet cock sagging downward, and motioned to the blonde. "Come on Sally. We can finish our fuck in the bathtub." He strode rapidly to the door, said something to the man standing there, then disappeared inside. The blonde made a face, then crawled from the bed and followed him.
The man walked over to the bed and sat down. Then he turned to view who his partner for the night might be.
Donna's heart began to pound and her mind froze as she peered into the face of the man on the bed. It couldn't be true, she told herself but even as she insisted it wasn't, she knew that it was.
"Daddy," she managed to whisper. "Is that you?"
The strained face looked a little older, she thought, as he looked at her. The steady eyes faltered for just a moment, then the set of lips softened and a faint smile creased his cheeks.
"It's me, honey. I've missed you a lot."
"Oh daddy." Donna breathed softly. She moved quickly to the bed, settled down beside him. "What are you doing here?"
"Undercover, honey. Trying to stop a bad show."
His hand grasped her own and pressed it against his chest. She could feel the soft hair, now damp, that she had always admired. He sounded pleased to see her. "I heard ... I heard that...."
Realization burned in her mind. It was her father and he didn't like girls who sold their love. "Are you here to arrest me? Because I'm a whore?"
He squeezed her hand. "That's not for me, baby. I'm chasing a bad show, not cunt! Fucking is the way it's supposed to be. If you're making people happy, you must not be doing bad things."
"Oh daddy ... oh daddy...." Donna threw her arms about his neck and kissed him. Then she forced him back on the mattress and laid beside him. His skin was warm against her smock and she decided to take it off. She wanted to feel his skin on her bare body. She wanted to be naked with him. She removed the smock and tossed it onto the rug.
"He reached for her pussy. "I'll have to fuck you, honey," he whispered in her ear. "Monty will be watching. If I don't stick my peter in your cunt, he might catch on."
She knew what he was saying and what he was explaining. She wanted to cry she was so happy.
"Oh yes, daddy!" she cried hoarsely. Her mouth nuzzled his ear. "I want you to fuck me! I always wanted you to fuck me, but thought you didn't want to! When I looked at your cock, I wanted to die I wanted it so bad and when you fucked mother, I hated her because she had your cock in her cunt and I didn't."
She grasped his cock, squeezed it, feeling how large it was. "Do it, daddy! Stick it in me. I want to feel it all the way in me and I'll love it when you shoot me full of your wonderful fuck juice. Fuck me now, daddy!"
She squeezed his organ with her hungry hands and pulled it toward her pussy. "I want you in me, honey. Hear me? I want your cock inside of me."
He moved closer to her, took her in his arms, holding her tight while he guided his cock up between her legs. She could feel it probing the hot lips of her cunt.
Her hands trailed up his back, and she grabbed him roughly behind the shoulders, using her grasp to pull her body across the mattress, placing her pussy slightly above that delicious prick. Duke held her tight, then rolled over, bringing himself on top. He nestled down between her widespread legs and rubbed his swollen dick into the wet lips of her hungry pussy. She could feel the tingling lips becoming even wetter. It felt so good that she wanted to shout her pleasure to the world, but found herself cooing, almost begging, crying for that stubby pulsing cock.
"Oooooooohhh! Daddy, now! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! My cunt is begging, daddy. I want you to fuck me so bad!"
He had to raise his body, to lift his ass, to give room so he could guide his prick into the beautiful receptacle of tight flesh. Then he was pushing hard, forcing the knob of his dick between those firm schoolgirl cunt lips, pushing it up into her vagina and she gave another cry of pleasure.
"Oh Jesus, daddy, that's wonderful! Give me more, honey please!"
Duke lunged, battering against her, jabbing his pulsating dick all the way up to her belly. His groin slammed against her crotch and she quivered.
"Oh daddy! she cried again. "It feels soooo good!"
Duke pulled back, then plunged his prick deep into her cunt again. His balls slapped against the crack of her ass and she liked that. She reached for it. It felt so soft, so fuzzy, she thought it delightful.
When she squeezed, she heard him grunt.
Duke's ass was raising and falling, driving his gouging dick deep into her body. She felt it strike bottom and a tremor swept through her. Her daddy was fucking her, really fucking her. She closed her eyes, forced her mind from the happenings of the clinic and her fear of Monty. All she wanted to remember was this beautiful act of being fucked by the one man who had meant the most to her, whose cock had always intrigued her and whose cum she had wanted to swim in her pussy. It was so thrilling just to have him there, driving his prick in and out of her cunt.
She nuzzled her nose against his ear. "Oh daddy!" she gasped. "More, daddy! Oh Jesus ... Fuck me hard, real hard, daddy!"
The pain was beginning to build and she was squirming beneath him, swinging her buttocks back and forth, slapping her hands on the satin spread. Her eyes were closed tight and her mind seethed with the pleasure of his fucking.
"I always wanted you, daddy. Even when I was going to high school, I wanted to look at your cock. I wanted to suck it, it looked so beautiful to me!"
"I always wanted to fuck you, baby," his voice whispered haltingly in her ear. "When you took a shower and I watched, I wanted to play with your tits and get my tongue into your sweet little box. My cock just begged to worm up your tender little slit!"
He was telling her, explaining in endearing words, his love for her, his pent up frustration, his desire and craving to suck her pussy.
"This is beautiful!" he panted. "My big dick in your sweet little hole. You are a marvelous cunt, baby, really marvelous."
Donna threw her arms around his neck, clinging to him, forcing her body up to meet his thrusts. His black furry hair bumped against her tender slit and his balls slapped against the crack of her ass. She wanted to hold still, to take his savagely thrusting prick into "her vagina without flinching but she couldn't. The force of his attack was arousing an instinct that was as old as man. She found herself bobbing up and down, pushing up to meet him and twisting her body as if desiring to twist that delightful bloated spear even deeper into her tortured cunt. She was meeting him thrust for thrust.
"Oh, it's good!" she wailed. "You fuck so good, daddy!"
She continued to bounce, forcing her buttocks up to meet him, twisting her hips, then dropping back as he withdrew his penis. The force of their connection was building an urge inside her body and she felt her ass-hole pucker.
"More, daddy! OH YESSSS, GIVE ME MORE!"
She was thrashing her head back and forth, gasping with the pleasure of the mounting pain.
"Your cock ... your cock, daddy ... Give me more please ... I want to fuck daddy! FUCK OH FUCK DADDY. PUSH IT HARD, DADDY! ARGGGGGGG ... . "
The pain was crawling from her ass-hole, up her crack to the lips of her itching cunt. It was bringing more heat to her vagina and her maddening craving for his hot fuck juice.
She opened her mouth, then gasped. "Now, daddy! Do it now! I want your hot cum! Fill me with it, darling. Fill my cunt with cum!"
Her earthly language forced him to greater effort. His pace increased and she could feel his hot breath on her cheek as he slammed his swollen cock into her pussy. The slap slap of his balls was adding more pressure to the pain and it was growing. It was moving from the mouth of her cunt to a spot below her belly. It was growing, getting larger, filling her insides like a blown up balloon. Then...
She pulled on his neck, dragging his head down, holding it close to her mouth, his ear only inches from her lips. She began to moan and cry more softly.
"I'm going to come, daddy! Do you hear me? My cunt is burning up and I'm going to explode. FUCK MY CUNT, DADDY! FUCK ME HARD! PUSH DADDY ... PUSSSHHHHH! HERE IT COMES, DADDY! OHHHSHITTT ... OHHSHITTT. OH DADDDY ... FUUUUUCCCCKKKK MEEEE DADDDDYYYYY!"
Something hot and sticky erupted within her and a stream of hot juice ozzed into her vagina. It flowed along the taut sheath-like skin of his stabbing cock and oozed through the lips of her pussy. Some of it ran down her ass. She could feel his balls slapping against it and hear the sucking sounds when his wet skin smacked against it. She lifted her hips high again, raising the elevation of her pussy, taking his prick deeper and deeper into her wet love box. Nothing mattered now except his satisfaction. She wanted to feel the orgasm that would fill her with his sweet juice.
Duke fell flat over her body, forcing his arms under her armpits, holding her chest tight against his own, his hot skin rubbing against her tits. His ass continued to jack up and down, getting in the last few licks that would make his slick prick belch semen and he was growling deep in his throat. A loud gurgle burst from his lips.
"AAAAAARRRGGG! AHHHHHH! HERE IT COMES, BABY ... FILL YOUR LITTLE CUNT WITH MY HOT CREAM ... SOAK IT UP, BABY ... DADDY'S GOING TO FILL YOUR ASS!" He gasped again and tightened his embrace on her body. "AHHHH SHITTT, HONEY ... HERE IT
COMES ... ITS GOING TO BLOW ... HERE IT
COMES!"
He let out a squeal and slapped his balls against her ass. Then he held his breath as his body rocked up and down. He shook all over as his cock jerked in her cunt and she felt the hot flow of cum spurting into her vagina. It swelled beneath her belly and filled her pussy. Then it was flowing out of her cunt, down the crack of her ass and dripping on the pink satin spread.
She clamped her legs around his body and nuzzled his ear with her mouth. "Oh daddy," she exclaimed happily. "That was the most!"
He slumped down on her exhausted, buried his face against her cheek. Neither of them noticed Monty standing in the doorway of the bathroom.
He made a noise and they twisted their faces, together, to view him.
"You really put on a show," he commented with a sly grin. "Perhaps I should sell tickets."
Duke rolled off of Donna and grasped his cock in his big hand. "That can come later," he retorted. "All I want now is a promise to do it again."
"Any time," Monty assured him. "Doll here, can bring you up just any time you want to."
Duke said, "I'll remember that." He got up and walked past him into the bathroom. Donna slipped off the bed and retrieved her smock. She donned it while Monty watched every movement with a leering grin. All she wanted to do was leave. She didn't want to stay for drinks because that would require a question and answer session and she wasn't certain she had the proper answers.
She held the smock about her body, gave Monty a wan smile and hurried from the room. She would take up where she had left off, with her father, at another time.
Thursday afternoon she rented a three room apartment at Maywood Apartments and said she would move in Friday. Then she reported for work. Monty immediately called her aside.
"You made a big impression on Duke," he stated with a beaming smile. He thrust a fifty dollar bill into her hand. "He left you this tip, baby. You got through to him. He said a sugar daddy had to take care of his girl and there would be more where this came from." He gave her an affectionate pat on the ass. "Keep up the good work," he added. Donna said she would.
At eight thirty two drunks came in, requesting a girl who could suck a cock while being fucked. Since they were dressed too mod to be business men, Linda had considered turning them away. She thought better of it. If they were pigs looking for evidence, such a brush off would only arouse their curiosity. She explained the situation to Donna.
"Lick their balls a little and let one of them look at your pussy. Then tell them it's time to close up and send them out."
Donna said she would.
They were dressed in slacks and loose sport shirts and both could have used a hair cut, Donna thought. Their actions bothered her. She knew college students and her patients didn't fit the pattern. They looked more like a couple of spoiled brats, half high on grass and bugging for a free fuck. She had a strong feeling they were policemen, setting her up for a quick bust for soliciting. She wanted to send them away but knew she had to pretend at being a nurse by giving a pretreatment examination.
"All right," she stated, with forced determination. "Take your clothes off."
They quickly disrobed.
Donna sought to view their nakedness with a show of indifference. As a nurse, she was supposed to be used to such things.
"What's the problem?" she asked quietly.
Both men tried to speak at once. Then the tall one grunted. "You tell her Drew. You explain why my cock won't stay hard."
Drew was pulling and rubbing his penis. It was very soft and the end was covered by a hood of soft skin. He grinned sheepishly and let it drop. He motioned with his hands.
"It's a real hang-up. Digger gets sort of nervous when he's with a girl and gets so excited that he just blows his balls before he can get his prong in the girl's cunt."
Donna nodded understandingly. That had been poor Tommy. His doctor had told him to have his girl suck him off, then build another hard on to stick in her cunt. They had tried it and it worked. Sucking Tommy off before they got to the fucking bit had even added to the pleasure. She mentally compared Digger's penis with Tommy's.
"Do you often get excited?" she inquired.
Digger shook his head up and down. "All the time! All the time!"
"Are you excited now?"
His grin changed to a leer and he dropped his hand, quickly, to his balls. "If I could see your cunt, I could be."
"When did you last...." Donna paused. She had intended to ask when he had last had intercourse. She wasn't certain she should be that personal.
Digger beamed, then gave a teeth displaying grin. "You mean when did I last try to fuck a chick?"
"Yes. When' did you last try to enter a girl?"
Digger was pleased with the question. It made him grin even more broadly. "That's easy," he chortled. "Thirty minutes ago."
Drew pumped his head in an affirmative gesture of agreement. "That's right. We was in this movie. A little chick next to Digger was giving him the eye and blowing hot and cold in his ear. Digger stuck his finger up her cunt and made her go once. Then she sat on his lap. Digger had a good hard-on but it blew all over his pants when he tried to push it up her cunt. I guess she should have been bending over instead of sitting on his lap.
Digger viewed her with pleading eyes. "We thought we should come see you about what made it blow so quick."
Donna hesitated to answer. She didn't know why his penis had blown. She had the impression that a cock would blow anytime somebody sucked it or fucked it. Not being able to get it into the girl's pussy must have been very frustrating.
"We'll see," she said. She gestured to the bed. "If you lay down, I'll see what I can do for you."
When can I see your cunt?"
"Not until I find out what is wrong with you."
Digger said. "Oh shit."
Donna watched his lissome movements as he shuffled across the rug. He was tall and thin, like a basketball player, with narrow shoulders and long legs. His face was thin and showed two days growth of beard and his collar length hair tossed about when he moved his head. He had to keep pushing it away from his face so he could see. When he sat down on the bed, it was like a patio chair folding up.
Drew was heavier, Donna noticed. He was stockier, with big hips and wide shoulders.
His massive thighs curved down from his bulky scrotum and dangling penis, to taper into legs that should have been on a football player. His sandy hair was shorter and he sported only a short, brush-like, mustache. When he looked at Donna, his blue eyes held a sparkle that bothered her. They appeared to be laughing constantly. When he followed Digger across the rug, his penis began to grow and by the time he reached the bed, it was already beginning to elevate and point straight out.
They both sat on the edge of the bed looking at her and that bothered her. She wanted Digger to lay down so she could work with his penis, possibly rub in and squeeze it. Most of all, she wanted to dig her fingers into the soft spot behind his balls. There was a nerve there which, if massaged enough, would make his cock grow like a lewd movie.
Digger was casting glances at her smock. He said, "Take your dress off."
Donna shook her head. "Not until I examine you."
Digger was becoming visibly irritated. He continued to stare at the smock. "Fuck that shit," he groused. "I want to examine you."
"That isn't permitted." Donna countered. "Before treatment can begin, I have to know what's wrong."
Drew sputtered and rubbed a massive hand across his cock and down under his balls. "I know what's wrong. You talk too damn much! Get that fuckin smock off!"
Donna unbuttoned the smock, tossed it onto the bed, then she faced Drew defiantly. "All right, you fucking stud! I've got it off! Now what!"
"Bend over so I can play with your ass, baby. That's what fucking is all about."
"Kiss my ass!"
Digger jumped to his feet, his face drawn and looking a little peeved. "Leave her alone, Drew," he shouted. "I want her to get me a hard-on. Her cunt is just begging for me to fuck it."
Donna said, "Both of you go away."
"Not until I get a fuck." Digger said.
Donna could see that she would have to give in to the demands of the two men. There was no way to get rid of them unless she called for help. She couldn't do that. It would make the place look bad if two customers reported to the police that they had been thrown out of the clinic. Even if the ones thrown out were cops.
Digger gazed longingly at the little crease behind the amber hair at her crotch. He licked his lips and rubbed the flaccid skin of his shriveled prick.
"You're a good looker," he murmured. "I want to get my prong in that cute little cunt. Make it hard so I can stick it in."
Donna was decided. Digger looked a lot like a cute kid asking a neighbor for a cookie. She wanted to help and something inside of her kept urging her to help but suppose they should be cops. Could they arrest her if she only helped Digger get a hard-on? It would be awful to get busted for rubbing a man's cock to make him happy. She peered at the sagging bag behind his penis and forced herself to reach for it.
"All right," she conceded. "But that's all I can do."
"Sure, honey," Digger said. He grinned like he was real pleased.
Drew laughed and made a face, displaying a streak of cruel humor. "Lick his ass while doing it," he suggested. "That should build him a hard-on real quick." He laughed again.
Digger was immensely pleased. To him, the suggestion sounded like a lot of fun. "Right on, honey!" he chortled. "Lick my ass and jerk my prong at the same time!" He thrust his groin forward, pointing his dangling penis at Donna. "Grab a handful, honey, and go to work!"
Donna cringed and drew her hand back. She didn't like the way the action was going. Digger was becoming a little too aggressive. She was becoming afraid of him but didn't know what to do about it.
"I think you both should leave," she suggested. We have to close up in a few minutes."
Drew pushed up behind her, thrust his arms about her chest and pulled her back tight against him. His hands cupped around her breasts and plucked gently at the nipples. "Don't sweat, baby," he said in her ear. "We'll keep the joint open until we're finished with you. Bend over and be a good girl." His nose nuzzled the back of her neck and his tongue lapped in under her left ear. "I ain't never ass fucked a nurse before. I think you will like it."
Donna sputtered with irritation. She jabbed her elbow back into his ribs. "Go away!" she hissed.
Drew laughed. A humorous chuckle, like he though she was very funny. "Bend over, baby," he said again.
He removed one arm from her waist and held it against her back, his hand cupped behind her head. He pushed hard. The unexpected action bowed her forward. He increased the pressure, bending her down, forcing her to his will. She bent lower and the pressure became more demanding.
Her fingers were touching her ankles and her head was at her knees. It was awkward and uncomfortable and she didn't like it. She looked back around her legs, looking for the man behind her. "Let go of my head, you son of a bitch! You're hurting my neck!"
The pressure stopped and she felt better. Drew's cock was pushing against the cheeks of her ass and his hand was probing the soft skin of her pussy. He was looking for her ass-hole but was too close to her to be able to find it. She grunted in disgust.
"Let me get down on the floor. You can't find my ass-hole like that!"
The arm about her waist dropped away and she sank down on the floor. She spread her knees apart so the cheeks of her ass were spread and the tender rim of her ass-hole was in full view. When she lowered her chest, holding herself up by her arms, her cunt beckoned invitingly.
Drew must have been very pleased. He knelt down behind her, moved in close and touched the tender opening of her anus with a finger. "Nice," he whispered. Then he pushed the finger into her rectum. Donna held her breath and impulsively tightened the muscles of her anus.
Digger was sounding very unhappy.
"How's that going to get me a hard-on?" he complained dismally. "You get all the fucking you want! I want some too!"
Drew gave him a smug look. "Stick your cock into her mouth. What difference does it make if it's a cunt fuck or a mouth fuck?"
"I ain't got any hard-on!"
"Well Holy Shit! Stick yur pecker in her mouth and get a hard-on!"
Digger chortled, "Yeahhhhh!" He grinned and rubbed his soft penis. "She can't," he complained, surveying Donna's position. "I can't get to her mouth."
Drew snorted. "Oh shit!" He glared heatedly at his friend. "Let her give you a hand job. Jesus Christ, Digger! Don't you have any imagination?"
Digger peered at Donna's hands, noted the long tapering fingers. Mentally, he put them around his cock and tried to imagine how it would feel. "Yeahhh," he muttered again. "I'd like that." He squatted down on the rug in front of Donna, waited for her to grasp his shriveled organ. "Come on," he pleaded. "I need a good jerk off."
Donna heard his words in a state of mounting disgust. "I'd rather lick your ass," she retorted. "Go away."
Digger squealed, "Cheeee!" He twisted about and took a position on his hands and knees, in front of Donna. He backed his ass up against her face and waited. "Jerk my balls too," he suggested.
Without conscious thought, and feeling a little dazed by the sudden change of action, Donna reached out, thrust her hand between Diggers thighs and grasped the dangling sack which contained his balls. She squeezed it, attempting to overlook what was happening to her anus. Digger let out a gasp of pleasure.
"Now do it to my dick," he said.
Donna moved her hand from the bag. She grasped the limp penis and pressed it between her two fingers.
"That's nice." Digger told her.
Donna squeezed, then pulled again. She forced herself to pretend she liked it. It began to get longer and she could feel the little veins that ran the length of it. It was becoming bigger and felt a little sticky.
Drew was finger fucking her ass and gleefully chanting something she couldn't understand. It didn't feel as painful as she had expected it to be and she didn't mind so much. She rocked back against his hand. He sputtered happily.
"Open your ass wide," he said, twisting his finger rapidly in the opening. "My pecker's going to go right in." He jerked his finger quickly out of her tight rectum, causing her to wince, then she felt the softer pressure of his prick as he nosed it into the center of her ass. She tried to relax the muscles. His cock jabbed at it without success.
"Spread it open wide, baby," Drew sang out. "My pecker's throbbing for a ass fuck!"
Donna forced her knees as far apart as they would go and rocked back against his groin. She felt the skin of his thighs on the cheeks of her buttocks and the pressure on her anus became stronger. Then the straining ring of her anus gave way and his hard prick slithered up her hole. It felt big and long and she strained to contain all of it.
My God, it's big, she thought. But it's in my ass! All of it! It's-like a pipe, a lot steel pipe, pushing into my ass-hole! Oh God, I don't care ... I really don't care ... Don't let it split my ass open ... Jesus. . .It must be BIG! She wiggled her ass as if to settle it more firmly down over that blood maddened penis, forcing backward on it, in order to force every bloated inch of it into her body.
Her buttocks quivered as Drew's cock wormed up her ass. It isn't so bad, she thought. It really wasn't so bad. No worse than having Monty's prick stuck up her ass. She had liked that and she should like this. Yes, she should like it ... She did like it ... It was feeling better all the time and she wanted more of it!
"Push it harder," she cooed. "Shove that beautiful hard cock all the way up to my neck!"
Digger was muttering and waiting for her to do something for him. He had his ass back against her head and when she looked up, his buttocks were just inches from her eyebrows.
"Lick my ass!" he bellowed. "God'dam'it ... Lick my ass!" He wiggled it back and forth in front of her face so she would know it was there.
Donna let go of his balls and plucked at the cheeks of his ass. She forced her hand down into the crack, searching. Digger continued to bellow.
"STICK YOUR TONGUE IN IT, YOU STUPID SLUT. LICK MY ASS WITH YOUR FUCKING TONGUE!"
Drew was reaming her ass-hole with gouging strokes and she couldn't keep her mind on either Digger's ass or his balls. She wanted him to just go away and leave her alone. That fat cock in her rectum was so good that she didn't want to be bothered by anything else. She put both hands on the floor and lowered her head between them. It was insane, it was maddening, it was so beautiful that she wanted to cry. That big cock was slamming into her rectum like some battering ram and every thrust was making her rock forward on her knees. Each time Drew pulled his bloated prong back for another thrust, she wanted to reach back and caress it. It felt that good.
"Oh my ... oh my...." she moaned in the intensity of her mounting pleasure. "Your cock is so nice and big!"
Drew's answer was to push a little harder. She could hear him grunting and panting. His balls slapped against her cunt and the continual pat pat of the soft spongy sack was giving another dimension to her pleasure. She reached blindly for the bag, felt it graze the tips of her fingers, then gave up. She decided she wanted to simply enjoy ... simply feel ... simply be aware of the jacking flesh in her ass. She tried to close her mind to Digger.
"Jerk my cock, you stupid whore!" Digger cried. "You promised to jerk me off!"
He spraddled his legs, humped his head down between them and held the position with his hands firmly clasped behind his head. His balls dangled free and his ass-hole beckoned to Donna's tongue.
Donna lifted her head and thrust her tongue out for that obscene rim of flesh. Then she touched it and licked slowly around the brown rim.
Digger blurted, "AHHHHHH ... JERK MY COCK ... JERK MY COCK...."
Donna grasped his cock for a second time, curled her fingers around the limp flesh and jerked her hand up and down. The flabby skin began to puff up and she could feel it growing within her fingers. Digger grunted, then cried for more action. She squeezed the inflating dick and jerked hard.
"Lick my ass ... lick my ass...." Digger moaned.
Donna lapped up around the tender hole, then took a slow slurp across it. Digger shuddered and rocked forward on his feet.
"Oh shit!" he blurted. "Do that again!"
Donna hesitated for a moment. Then she did it again. Digger let out a scream that made her wince. "OH SHIT ... THAT'S GOOD ... DO IT AGAIN!"
Donna lowered her head and rested it between her hands, hoping to forget that shrill voice.
"Jerk my cock ... jerk my cock!" Digger yelped.
She pumped her hand up and down his growing cock, squeezing, then rubbing, squeezing, then rubbing. Drew was grunting and mumbling something behind her. She could hear his words getting louder and louder.
"Jesus, baby, Jesus ... I'm going to blow ... Here it comes, baby ... Here it comes, baby ... My cock is going to explode ... Oh shit ... This is good ... OH SHIT ... OH OH SHITT!! "
His bulbous cock jerked in her ass and something warm and pleasant filled her rectum. Drew settled down, humped over her rounded ass, his cock warm and snug in her ass-hole. Then he sighed and pulled it free. It made a sucking sound as he pulled it out.
Donna, now freed of the coupling, raised her head and stared at Digger's elevated ass. His prick hung between his legs at an angle, longer and stiffer than before. The flabby skin was now tight and the pink knob on the end, glistened with a new hardness. Donna grasped it again, caressed the taut skin.
Digger bleated, "Oh boy ... Oh boy...."
Her motion increased, jerking up and down, working all the way from the base of his hard prick to the crevice behind the hard knob. It lengthened, hardened, grew stiff. Then it jerked in her hand and the flow of cum shot in a stream from the round knob. It dripped onto the carpet and made a puddle on the lush pile. Donna released her grasp on the wet cock and got to her feet.
"That's it, fellows," she stated in a determined voice. "You have both had a treatment. Now get the hell out of her.
She retrieved her smock, pulled it hastily over her shoulders and left the room before they had time to object.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Friday morning, Donna moved into her new apartment, taking her things over in her secondhand Mustang. The one suitcase she had brought from Oakland and three new dresses she had purchased at Teen Town shop in Watsonville. She placed the clothing on hangers in the closet of the bedroom and then sat on the bed visualizing how nice it would be, now that she had her very own home.
She could bring a man here. A nice man. A man who would want to do nice things for her, like buying her gifts. He might even stay all night and they could sleep together. He would, undoubtedly, have his cock thrust into her cunt as they snuggled up together, her back to his chest, her buttocks resting against his stomach. If they ever turned over, they would have to reverse their positions so he could still have his cock in her cunt and his hands cupped caressingly over her tits.
Having an apartment of her own was going to be simply wild!
Saturday morning at two a.m., she went home to the new apartment. Business at the clinic had been unusually slow; Linda and Lisa had taken most of the appointments. She had treated only one male, a young man who must have been a student at the University. She suspected he had had a fight with his girlfriend, after the late movie, and intended to show her that he could acquire sex in other ways than with her. He appeared so young and so upset that she didn't have the heart to turn him away. She listened to his complaint, gave a thoughtful nod and agreed he should have intercourse to relieve his anxieties.
She removed her smock and instructed him to undress. He was so entranced at viewing the amber thatch of hair over her pussy that he didn't answer.
"Take your things off, honey," she advised in her throatiest voice. "It won't go away."
He jerked the front of his shirt, releasing the buttons, and forced it off of his arms. Then he removed his pants. He wasn't wearing underwear and Donna assumed he had left them off in case his girl had accepted his invitation.
She smiled and gestured to his slender frame. "You have a nice body," she stated. "Fucking me will make you feel much better.
He licked his lips and continued to look at her cunt.
"Yeah," he whispered. "Yeah."
"What would you like to do first?" He shifted his gaze to her face and frowned. "like what?" he asked suspiciously. "Do you want to lick my cunt or fuck first."
"Do I have a choice."
"If you want to."
His eyes looked hungry and he breathed deep before he answered. "I never licked a cunt before."
"Do you want to lick mine?"
He was almost panting as he viewed the creased flesh under the amber patch of hair. He licked his lips and forced a feeble grin. "Can I lick it now?"
"If you want to," she said again.
He looked so very young, she thought. So timid, so naive. It was possible had had a right with his girlfriend because she wouldn't fuck and had threatened to find someone else.
The boy suddenly shifted his gaze to her face and his eyes mirrored a streak of defiance. "I'd rather take you home," he blurted.
It was time to close up, she realized. She wanted to go to her apartment, not home with him. Boys have fathers and mothers who might not appreciate a prostitute coming home to spend the night. Her apartment would be better.
"You had better come home with me," she suggested.
He nodded dumbly as if the suggestion was so astounding as to freeze his tongue. "Now?" he squeaked in an uncertain voice.
Donna nodded. She put on her smock. "If you want to," she said again.
The student said, "I'd like that." His tongue was hanging out and he was having trouble breathing. His hand shook a little when he picked up his pants but he did manage to get dressed.
She had taken him down the back way, through the side door and out to her car that was parked in the back, and now they were on the way to her apartment. It had all happened so quickly that they were in the Mustang before she fully realized what had happened. She had asked a strange man, a student, to go home with her and now they were cruising along Soquel Avenue toward the beach. The kid was staring out the window, his hand in her lap and his fingers pressed lightly on her right thigh. He seemed afraid to do any more than that.
They lay on the new quilted bedspread that she had purchased at Pennys and looked each other in the face. The kid was fiat on his back and Donna was reclining beside him. She was coursing the crooked ringers of her right hand back and forth across the skin of his stomach and tracing tiny circles around his navel. She asked him to lay that way because she wanted to play with his penis and fondle the tiny sack that held his balls. It was drawn up tight under the base of his cock and looked like a purple plumb covered with ridges. When her fingers worked down his body toward his penis, his eyes lit up and he mumbled his pleasure.
"Nobody ever did that," he informed her.
She said, "There's always a first time," and pushed her hand in under the balls.
"It's getting hard," he whispered, indicating his limp prick.
She grasped it with two fingers and lifted it from where it lay on his balls. It was getting longer, she noted.
"Nice," she told him. It was almost stiff. He was viewing the firm breast thrusting out over his nose. You have nice tits."
"Would you like to lick them?"
"Before we fuck."
"Uh huh."
"Before you lick my cunt."
"Yeahhhh...."
She sat up, then leaned her chest over his body, bringing her tits down close to his face. The nipple of her left breast was inches from his mouth. She could hear him breathing hard.
"Suck it," she instructed.
His lips clamped down warm around the nipple and he licked the tiny nub. It felt good and pleased her so much that she tightened her grasp on his penis.
"Suck harder," she instructed.
The lips tightened on the sensitive flesh and the tongue worked faster on the tiny nub. That felt even better. He was lapping it, then sucking and the action was bringing more feeling to Donna than she had known was possible. That's nice," she cooed. "Keep doing that."
Her fingers worked, squeezing his balls, and his bowed penis came slowly erect. It pleased her when it finally pointed toward the ceiling. The kid had a hard-on. She viewed it with satisfaction and gave him a gentle pat just above the base.
"Now, I think you should eat my cunt," she observed.
"Yeahhhhhh...." the kid said.
Donna changed positions on the bed again. She straddled him, her pussy above his head and her mouth now above his erect prick. The bedspring creaked when she settled down over him.
His head bobbed up between her soft white thighs, nuzzling into her crotch, his tongue digging into the inviting flesh of her glistening pussy. It moved swiftly back and froth, pushing into the hot lips, seeking her warm clitoris. Donna gasped as he lapped over it. For a hung-up kid with no knowledge of fucking, he was doing the right things. He knew exactly where her clit would be. She lowered her ass, bringing her tingling cunt closer to his head. He gulped and settled his mouth over the beckoning opening.
Donna gave a long sigh. She lowered her mouth over the erect pulsing prick. Then she sighed again. She felt so completely satisfied, so totally a woman. Her life was being spent making men feel good and that made her happy. It was a beautiful way to live.
She drew her tight set lips up the taut skin of the slender rod of flesh, knowing that what she was doing might mean an awful lot to the young man licking her cunt. It could keep him from having a neurosis. She was ridding him of a terrible hang-up and she was enjoying it ...
He stabbed deep into her wet cunt and the long slender tongue scraped back the cunt juice. He gurgled as it flowed back against his throat and swallowed noisily. The he licked his lips and cooed happily.
"Can we fuck now? he asked. His nose brushed up the crack of her ass as he raised his head to speak to her.
Donna pulled back reluctantly, releasing her hold on his prick. "If you want to," she answered. She wanted to blow it, to feel the hot cum spurting into her throat, but she had promised him a fuck. After all, that was his main hang-up.
"FUCKING!"
Donna said the word to herself and then repeated it out loud.
"FUCKING! WE ARE ACTUALLY FUCKING!"
She wiggled her ass back and forth on the new spread and lifted her buttocks so he could reach into the lowest depths of her bubbling cunt. The kid was on top and he was jabbing his long tapered cock into her hot cunt with all the abandon of a wild stud. The kid was good, she decided, real good. He might be backward and hung-up and a little reserved but he knew what a cunt was for and was making every effort to utilize hers to the fullest. He was jacking his swollen cock in and out of her pud like there would never be a tomorrow.
And she was loving it ...
He was making her ass burn and her pussy lips to swell-something she had never considered he could do. He had appeared so thin and his penis so small that she couldn't conceive of him causing her to turn on and glow so warmly. But the cock digging into her hot flesh was doing more than that. He was driving her absolutely mad.
By looking down across her stomach, she could see his thin prick flashing in and out of her tingling flesh. It was stabbing repeatedly at the spot of pain which seemed to be constantly shifting. His head bobbed just below her tits and she could feel his hot breath gusting on the skin above her navel. The kid was panting.
"It's good," she said to herself. She repeated the words aloud so he could hear her. "It's real good, honey,"
The kid grunted and rubbed a wet hand across her right tit. He seemed agitated, as if not getting the feeling he had expected.
"Stick your finger in it." Donna suggested. "That might help."
He glanced up at her, his face creased with a painful frown. She felt sorry for him.
"Go on," she urged. "Open my cunt. Stick your finger in it."
The kid paused in his pumping, thrust a finger through the wet lips, along the wet skin of his prick and wiggled it back and forth. It rubbed across the erect nub of her clit.
Donna wailed, "Oh, gosh, honey!"
A slight smile forced the frown from the kid's face.
"That was beautiful," Donna said.
The kid dug his finger into her clit again.
Donna peered at the motionless love stick. "Ohhhh, baby!" she gasped. "That's the way! Now fuck me big!"
Donna gasped, then cooed with delight. "That's it, honey. Do it again."
His bare toes dug into the fabric of the spread, forcing his body up over her, putting more pressure on the top of her pussy. His finger dug around the erect nub of her clit and Donna wanted to cry.
"Oh shit, honey," she moaned. "That's marvelous. Fuck me, honey. Fuck the shit out of me!"
The kid was pumping like mad, determined to do her bidding. Donna had to respond. The feeling in her vagina was becoming stronger and the kid's digging cock was bringing it to a boil.
Donna grasped his arms and jerked her ass up to meet his jabs. "Oh God, honey!" she wailed. "That feels so good! Fill me with your cock! Make it big, honey! Fuck me hard! Fill my cunt with it!"
The kid continued to pump his cock and wiggle his finger at the same time. Donna gasped as the muscles and nerves responded to the added stimulation.
"Keep it up!" she cried. "KEEP FUCKING ME, HONEY. JAB THAT COCK ALL THE WAY TO MY NECK! FUCK ME ... HONEY ... FUCK MEEEE!"
The kid jerked, then jabbed, thrusting his prong deep into her orifice. Then he pulled back and lunged his ass down on her groin again. He was panting and moaning. "Oh ... ohhhh ... ohhhhh." His eyes grew wide as spasms shot from the base of his cock and a gasp stopped his breathing.
"AHHHHHHH!" he yelled. "MY COCK IS BLOWING APART!" He remained poised for a moment, then dropped flat on her supine body. He was sobbing, crying with the pleasure of what had happened to him.
"My prick ... my poor prick ... It blew apart...." He wiggled as if trying to push even deeper into her pussy. "Ahhhh ... Your cunt is stripping me ... My prick ... Christ ... your cunt...."
He remained flat, covering her body, his cheek on her breasts, his words tumbling from his mouth in a torrent of pain. Donna tightened the muscles of her pussy, holding his slender tool tight in a love grasp, milking every drop of cum out of him.
In the madness of orgasm, he grasped the nipple of her right tit and pinched the hard nub. Donna screeched with pain and butted her groin up against him. "You dirty bastard!" she wailed. "Do that again!"
She clutched his head, pulled it down to meet her own. She snuggled her face to his, opened her mouth and closed it over his lips. Then she proceeded to give him a kiss that burned down to his toes.
"There goes your hang-up, honey," she stated with an amused smiled. "You will never have to worry about fucking again."
After they had lain for long minutes, exploring each other's body, they showered, soaped each other, rinsed off, then returned to bed. It was after three and Donna was feeling drowsy. Donna snuggled down under the covers, the kid behind her, curled up around her buttocks. She stroked his penis until it had become hard again and it wormed up into her cunt while his left hand grasped her left tit. Donna smiled as her mind wafted down into the soft web of slumber. It was turning out so nice. This was what she had dreamed of and it was happening now. The world was full of men and each one of them had a cock and now that she had her own apartment, she would never have to feel alone again.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The kid was gone when Donna awoke the next morning. A note glared at her from the top of the ancient dresser against the wall. She climbed from the bed, pulled the sheet of paper from under the box of Scarlet Lips lip gloss and scanned the four words it contained. Thanks for the fuck. It was signed, Mike.
She stared at the message for a moment, then wadded the sheet up and tossed it into the waste paper container in her bathroom. Then she went into her small kitchen to make a pretense of breakfast and forgot about the kid.
Something important was happening, she discovered, when she reported for work that afternoon. She had just entered the waiting room when Lisa came down the stairs from the therapy rooms on the second floor. Two men scanned a new issue of Hustler magazine while waiting their turn. They were viewing the explicit photos with gusto and making dirty remarks about them. They paused in their viewing and glanced at Donna as she entered. One of them rubbed his balls and gave her a big grin.
Lisa put her finger to her lips and beckoned by crooking her finger. "Marty said to come right up to his apartment," she stated in a hush-hush manner. "He has a very special job for you tonight."
Donna nodded, said, "Have a good evening," then hurried up the stairs. As she was making the turn on the first landing, she could see Lisa striding over to the men on the sofa. They looked like they had bread-they were well dressed.
She hadn't seen Marty since the previous Wednesday, she reflected. That was when she met her father in his apartment and enjoyed such a beautiful fuck with him. She hadn't heard a word from him since that time and she had been a little worried. Perhaps he was up there now waiting for her now. That would be real nice.
She padded softly along the carpeted hallway, toward the back stairs, noting the noises that came from the bedrooms she passed. One door was slightly open, she noticed, as she went by and she could see Linda through the opening. She was sitting astraddle of her patient's lap, who was sitting on a straight back chair. Linda was facing him. They were both naked and she was giving him the 'touch all' treatment. She was working up and down, lifting her body with her legs and each time she raised up, what was visible of her patient's stiff cock, proved that the balance of it was buried deep in her massaging cunt. She gave Donna a wan smile, as she moved past the door, and raised a hand in greeting. The patient also looked in her direction but Linda forced his gaze back to her breasts with a firm hand.
A door opened three doors down and a man stepped out into the hall. He was holding his cock in one hand and squeezing his balls with the other. Apparently he was following the instructions for a build-it-yourself hard-on. When he saw Donna, he tilted his prick up, gave her a salacious wink, then went back into the therapy room. Donna tiptoed on up the back stairs to the third floor.
Monty was relaxing on the water bed, reading a copy of Screw magazine and eating corn chips. He was washing the chips down with a can of Coors beer.
He looked up when she entered, in answer to his 'come in' following her knock. He put the magazine aside and beckoned for her to come over to the bed. He was fully dressed and she couldn't see any harm. She went over and sat down on the edge of the mattress. Muffled voices, from his radio system, were giving the latest news and making comments on the state of the economy. He pushed a button on the control panel and the voices died away.
"Park the body, honey," he said, gesturing. "Have a corn chip? Some beer?" He offered the bag and the can.
Donna shook her head in the negative. "It makes me dizzy," she said.
"Then have some booze."
She shook her head again.
Monty shrugged. "It's too early to fuck." He gave her an amused smile and took another handful of corn chips.
"Lisa said you wanted to see me," she ventured.
"Right on, honey. We have some big fish tonight. I need some help with a new project."
Donna nodded again, rather numbly, fully aware she didn't have the slightest notion of what he was talking about.
"There's a big prick coming in at nine o'clock."
Monty waved a hand, gesturing toward a camera on a chair across the room. "I want you to give him a good fuck and take a long, long time doing it. Understand?"
"Give him head. Give him lots of head, baby. Then make him lick your cunt. One thing that makes the voters wild is a public servant who eats cunt."
Donna said, I'll try to." She said it reluctantly. She was puzzled and couldn't understand why Monty had to tell her what to do for a 'patient.'
"If he doesn't want to fuck, pretend to faint. Let him lick your ass, suck your tits or any other fucking thing the son of a bitch wants to do. Be sure you don't have any clothes on and give him plenty of chances to finger your cunt. Understand?"
Donna said she did.
Monty grunted and straightened up on the bed. He tossed the bag of chips to the floor and swallowed the last drop of beer from the can.
"This creep was a real drag," he stated with a deep frown. "He used to eat cunt like ice cream. He not only wanted cunt but lots of it. He would ask for three or four women, all flavored and spread, waiting for him so he could hop from one to the other, lapping as he went. He really loved cunt."
Donna was staring at him, trying to understand what he was saying. If the man liked girls so well, why would she have to tease him into fucking her or eating her pussy.
Monty grunted again, showing a complete contempt for the man. "He's a pig now! I'm sure he works for the D. A.'s office or something." He leaned toward Donna and his hand moved across her lap. "You just get him to balling you. From now on, I'm taking pictures of everyone. And anyone who turns out to be a fucking pig, God pity them!"
Donna's eyes were frozen to his face, her mind churning the words he had just spoken. Taking pictures of everyone? Looking for a pig? How would he know? Her father ... she would have to tell him.
Monty's voice was still grating in her ears. "My friend knows every pig in this area. He's been hassled by all of them. If we find any pigs, we'll cut their balls off!"
She forced her mind to work, to think of something. She was remaining quiet too long. Monty might suspect.
"What about me?" She peered at him helplessly. "I don't want my picture...."
He interrupted. "No sweat, baby. My friend will block out faces when he processes the film. Nothing to fear-absolutely nothing."
Donna said, "oh," again.
"You just get him to licking your cunt. I'll do the rest. When the D.A. sees the pictures, Mr. Asshole will be laughed out of town."
The hand went through the front of the smock, pushed down between her legs. Donna moved them a bit so he could find what he was looking for. His finger wormed into the warm lips of her cunt and stayed there.
"You could take this damn thing off," he suggested. "We should have time for at least one good fuck before prickhead gets here."
Donna reluctantly opened the smock and slipped out of it. Since she had moved into the new apartment, she had lost a bit of her feeling for Monty. His remarks about Randy bothered her and now she was confused about her relationship with him.
"That's nice, honey." Monty said. He rubbed her right tit. "Just looking at you makes my cock hard." He kicked off his slippers and climbed from the bed. Then he removed his pants. "When I finish with you this time, you'll know you've been fucked." He tossed his pants aside and opened the buttons on his shorts.
Donna watched as his prick came into view. It sagged downward, dangling from the patch of black hair and the slight bump between his groin. Her eyes clung to it as he removed his shirt. It looked so long and so thick that she couldn't conceive of having taken it in her ass. She continued to gaze painfully at the extending roll of flesh.
"You'll love it when I jab it up your cunt," he assured her. "Just get your ass on the bed."
Donna sought to overlook her fear, to silence her intuition that something was going to go wrong. What could happen, she asked herself. Monty was boss here and what he said to do, the girls did. The first commandment for all personnel was to always be ready for him. The clients could wait-Monty's desire came first. If he wanted to fuck, the girls were supposed to fuck.
She moved on the bed, to the center of the water mattress. Bouncing with the buoyancy of the fluid. Ripples rushed across the surface and she swayed gently on the thick covering. She settled down in the center of the round bed and waited for him to join her.
He came up over the foot of the bed, like some giant sloth, creeping up between her drawn up limbs, aiming toward the pale flesh between her legs. His lengthening prick dragged along the pink satin spread.
Then suddenly he was scrambling over her, his face twisted lewdly. Her gaze trailed down his broad chest and stomach to that stiffening rod of torture; watching as he settled down on his knees, lifting that monstrous prick in his hands, stroking it, pulling the skin back, getting ready to sink it into the tender lips of her cunt. It seemed to wink at her, daring her to refuse to take it into her body, daring her not to swallow it whole.
"I'm going to give you a good fuck, a real good fuck," Monty breathed. "When you get this roll all the way up your cunt, you're going to know what real fucking is. You'll have a sore ass for a week, honey."
Donna stared at the protruding prick. It looked so huge, so gigantic. "No," she whispered with a quick breath. "Oh no...." Fear welled up in her as she viewed the true enormity of his organ. "I can't take it," she said with mounting anxiety. "I'm sure I can't."
Monty made a face. "Open your cunt," he hissed. "It's just another cock."
She wanted to close her eyes, to shield her face from the view of what he was doing, but instead, she found herself reaching for, and grasping, the long thick phallus. Then she was guiding toward the apex of her legs and the open mouth of her quivering pussy. She drew it in close, rubbed the round head in her now wet flesh. She lifted her ass as if wanting to force her pussy up around that pulsing rod.
Monty made a sound, then lunged his body forward, spearing his massive prick into the swelling lips. It slithered through the opening into the interior of her vagina.
Donna wiggled her buttocks as her whole body quivered. He was in her ... he was in her at last. All she had to do now was to fuck. She gasped. "Ahhhh!"
She felt his mass of black hair pushing against her own kinky amber snatch, the thick round roll forcing back the lips of her reluctant cunt. It was like nothing she had ever felt before and she wanted to scream.
Monty drew his prick back, drawing it back from her pussy to the very tip, the round bulbous head, to the point where her cuntal lips closed down into the crevice which separated the head from the remainder of his shaft. He paused, giving her a moment to relax, to make herself ready, then he slammed down into the depths of her cunt again.
Donna groaned aloud, quivering helplessly under the attack, as the huge prong was buried to the hairy mass at the base of it. It felt huge, like a blown up tube, pushing against her everywhere. She closed her eyes again, forced her mind away from what was happening. She could pretend that it wasn't Monty on top of her. It could be Randy and he was fucking her like he had fucked her the other night. He was plunging with a rabid madness she had never known before, diving down on her, forcing her to take the big prick into her tight cunt like a frenzied bitch in heat. Oh Randy ... Randy ... I love you, darling ... Fuck me hard, like you did before ... Give me all of your cock, darling ... I love the way you fuck me. She told herself that it was Randy who was rotating his hips, making his prick twist in her cunt, giving it more feeling than she had ever experienced before. Oh yes, Randy, she cooed to herself, it is good! But it wasn't Randy ... It was Monty. Oh Monty, it feels good! Give me more cock, honey ... Give me all of your cock!
He was pumping with a slow, steady rhythm. His ass was jerking back and forth like the pendulum on a clock. Tick ... tock ... tick ... tock ... Fuck in ... fuck out ... fuck in ... fuck out ...
An itch was puckering her ass-hole and the lips of her cunt drew tight about the articulating prick. She wanted to tell him how nice it was, to ask for more of that lovely prick. Her voice couldn't bring up the words fast enough to tell him.
"Do it ... do it ... do it...," she sputtered. "Fuck the shit out of me, honey!"
No one had ever fucked her like this before. Tommy James, in his wildest moments, had never fucked like this. Randy, her father, no one had ever filled her cunt so completely.
Never in her most fantastic girlhood dreams had she ever imagined that being fucked could be like this. She had never known such an ecstatic sensation while laying under a man. She knew now that she was a prostitute, a whore, a paid sexual partner who would go to bed with anyone who had the price, but she didn't care. Prostitute? Bitch? Whore? No! No! No! She was a woman. She was a woman who loved to fuck, to have a cock thrust into her wet pussy and pumped up and down until her insides swam in hot cum. She loved to be fucked like Monty was fucking her now. She writhed her pussy up to meet him as Monty jammed down with ever-increasing force. He was lengthening his stroke, drawing back from the fleshy, sticky sheath, then plunging back with quicker strokes as her cuntal lips grasped his prick hungrily. Oh Christ! She was going to come! She bounced harder on the surface of the water bed, jabbing her sucking vagina up around his throbbing, pulsing prick.
"OOHHHHH ... OHHHH ... OHHHHHH!! MORE COCK ... MORE COCK, HONEY ... OHHHH ... OHHHHH ... OHHHHHHH!"
She was crying again but now her cries were cries of joy. She was making outbursts of sheer pleasure. She raised her legs, grasped her ankles, holding her ass high and her bubbling cunt open wide to the shafting of Monty's slick prick. He was burying the shaft deep in the hot flesh of her frothing lovebox.
"Oh my," she cried again. Her cheeks twisted with the pain of her pleasure. Her taut pussy lips sucked hard at the pumping cock and the bubble in her ass moved forward.
She could see Monty's face above her. It was red from exertion and his lips were drawn back in a painful smirk. He was jacking up and down like a mad dog in heat. His panting breath broke above her left tit and a long sigh whistled through his teeth.
"OH JESUS ... OH CHRIST ... HERE IT COMES ... TAKE IT, HONEY ... I'M GOING TO FILL YOUR CUNT WITH HOT JUICE...."
Donna trembled under the force of his spurting semen. She settled back on the mattress, her belly still quivering from the fury of her passion. Never had she experienced such joy or been fulfilled so completely. It was so marvelous, so simply marvelous. She let her muscles go limp, lying flat on the swaying mattress, thinking only of how grateful she was to be a woman.
Prickhead, as Monty called the man, looked to be about forty-five, Donna surmised. He told her his name was Wallace and he felt very frustrated. "My wife doesn't understand me," he confided as they started up the steps to the second floor of the clinic. "She doesn't think sex is natural."
"That's unfortunate," Donna said. She felt sorry for him. He wasn't all that bad looking. She had expected a fat, pompous, balding old man but Wallace was neither fat nor balding. He was thin and scholarly looking, with blue eyes that seemed to be smiling all of the time and reminded her a bit of her father.
"I have a terrible time around women," he confessed on the first landing. "I feel so embarrassed I can never ask one to have sex with me."
Donna gave a little laugh and treated him to a warm rich smile. "I can't believe that," she teased. "Any woman should beg to have sex with you."
Wallace gave her a beaming wink. "I'll be listening when we get upstairs," he retorted. Then he practically pushed her along the hall to the bedroom.
When they had entered the room, he immediately started removing his clothing and by the time he had reached the bed, he was completely naked. That disturbed Donna. She wasn't supposed to fuck Wallace. His appointment called for an orientation session. That was a course of instructions on the erogenous zones and familiarity. It was to teach the patient the feel of the female genitalia so he wouldn't freak out when confronted by a nude female. She was supposed to make a pretense of treating him, to make him beg to lick her cunt, then let him fuck her. If he was to fuck her first, then he possibly wouldn't want to eat her cunt and that was the part that Monty wanted to take pictures of.
"You will have to follow my directions," she said sternly. "If you don't, I can't treat you." She unfastened the buttons on the front of her smock and let the garment slide off of her shoulders. Then she tossed it on the floor at the foot of the bed. Wallace peered intently at her naked body and licked his lips repeatedly.
"Whatever you say," he promised.
"The first step is togetherness. You can stand close to me but don't touch me with your hands."
Wallace's eyes shifted to the area of her pussy, then his gaze climbed slowly up her body until it reached her face. He looked disappointed and his eyes pleaded with her. "Not even a touch?"
"Sorry," Donna said.
"But I came to get a fuck...."
"I'm sorry, Mr ... Mr...."
"Wallace," he said, correcting her. "No last names, please."
Donna said she understood. "Your therapy calls for sexual orientation first. I want to build you a good erection and discuss the pleasures of penetration. Then we can see if you have other problems of a sexual nature."
She moved away from the bed and motioned for him to come to her. He stood just beyond her reach, looking at her curving hips and bountiful breasts, as if not believing what he was seeing.
She moved closer to him, grasped his growing cock and held it loosely in her fingers. She rubbed it lightly. "You have a very nice hang," she commented. "You should have many women friends."
Wallace scratched his stomach and looking longingly at her pussy. "True. None of them want to fuck."
"Perhaps you don't know how to approach them," Donna suggested.
She moved up against him, pressing her body against his, making certain that her pussy hair touched his thatch and her tits rubbed the tanned skin of his chest. He felt warm and a little damp and she decided that was because he was nervous.
"There now. You can see that being close is nothing to get excited about."
Wallace agreed. "How do you ask them to fuck?" he inquired breathlessly.
"Work up to it slowly. Touch their body, ask to make love to their knees."
Wallace frowned. He was showing a great deal of irritation. "Knees! How the shit do you make love to their knees?"
"Kiss them. Let the woman know that they are beautiful."
Wallace gave a disdainful snort. "Then what?"
"Then work up their legs. Let their legs know that you love them too. After that, you may be able to make love to their pussy."
Wallace's face broke into a wide grin and the frown disappeared. "Yeahhhhhhh," he breathed.
"When do I begin?"
"You can kiss my knees."
He sank down in front of her, stared intently at her pussy, then planted a fleeting kiss on the front of each of her knees. Donna could see that his cock was becoming completely hard.
"Now my legs," she instructed.
He planted a kiss on the tender skin of each thigh, then looked longingly at her cunt.
"Now you can kiss my crotch," she assured him.
Wallace buried his face in the muff of her pussy and his tongue scraped across her silky flesh. He looked up as if asking for her approval of the performance.
"That was very nice," Donna assured him. "Now you can feel of my pussy." She settled down on the side of the bed and leaned back, holding her weight on her arms. Her legs hung over the side and when she moved her knees apart, her cunt lips were exposed to his view. "After that, we will work on the penetration part."
He waddled on his knees, lurching into the vee shaped by her legs and his hands dug into the flesh of her tender thighs as he leaned into her crotch. His tongue flicked out, hungrily, digging into the exposed flesh of her pussy.
Donna flinched, then raised her hands as if to protect herself from his attack. "No, no," she blurted in feigned dismay. "You can't do that!"
His face twisted into an arrogant mask of desire and his nails dug more painfully into the flesh of her thigh. He bellowed with his irritation. "Shut up, you stupid slut! I came after cunt and I'm getting cunt!" His tongue wormed back into the hot flesh of her crotch and his nose dug into the amber thatch of cunt hair.
Donna let a faint smile play about her lips, then she flopped back, laying flat on the mattress. "You aren't supposed to do that," she scolded with mock fury. "Stop! You aren't supposed to do that!"
The digging fingernails clamped tighter on her thighs and his nose pressed deeper into the crevice of her wet cunt. He was forcing his tongue in deep, wiggling it around and drawing back the warm cunt juice. "This is real cunt," he hissed to himself. "It's real super cunt. The kids today are right. Sucking cunt is really the best way."
Donna sighed contentedly as she listened to his words. Monty was right. Show a man a cunt and give him a chance and he will stick his tongue in it every time. She smiled happily, then reached for the bobbing head at her crotch, "push it all the way in, Wallace," she murmured. "It tickles like hell when you do it that way."
She closed her eyes so that she could think. The way Wallace was lapping her cunt felt very good and she was pleased that he had fallen for the bait so easily. He was licking her good, taking long slurping swipes up across her puffed lips and sucking up the sweet ooze that came from her itching cunt. The more he licked, the hotter she became. She wanted to cry out, to beg him to stick his cock into her, but she knew she couldn't. Monty had said, 'Make him eat cunt! Make him eat a lot of cunt! I'll be photographing every second of it."
She let her hands slide back across the satin spread and laid back flat on the bed. Her legs dangled over the side, spread wide so that Wallace could lap her pussy unhampered. She could hear him sucking her wet flesh, drawing the sweetness to his tongue, then dragging it back into his mouth. He was smacking his lips like the flavor was that of a rare old wine.
Above her, in the mirrored ceiling, the reflection of a bobbing head, twisted back and forth and she could see her body spread out and swaying ever so gently as the water in the mattress rippled to the slightest body movement. She wondered if the camera up there was seeing her the same way. When she had first seen the glass panel in the floor, it had never occurred to her that Monty might use it to take pictures of his 'patients.' Now that she thought of it, she wondered why he would do it. Had he taken some of her father? Had he taken photos of
Randy? Duke had always insisted that the taking of pictures of people doing things they didn't want known could mean only one thing. They would be used for blackmail. But why would Monty want to blackmail Duke or Randy? BECAUSE THEY WERE COPS! The words beat into her brain with the force of a driving hammer. If Monty suspected that either of them was a cop, a picture shown to his friend could confirm his suspicions. 'If any of them are pigs, God pity them!' he had said. His tongue had been so very sinister that now, just thinking about it frightened her.
Since going to work at the clinic, the days had become so much one like the other that Donna had difficulty remembering what day it was. She had just awakened and now lay for a moment, idly gazing at the patch of ceiling above her bed. The room was aglow with the morning light and she could see a trailing cobweb swaying gently to and fro as the room air currents fanned it. It was apparent that she had a lot of cleaning to do. She raised her head to peer at the small alarm clock on her bedside table. The hands pointed to ten-thirty.
She tossed the covers back, thrust one bare leg over the side of the bed, then threw it back. The day was Sunday, she remembered. She wasn't scheduled to work this Sunday and didn't have to report in. All she had to do was put her things away and make the apartment as comfortable as possible. But first she wanted a warm shower, then some breakfast. Wallace had given her such a working over that she had felt completely exhausted and had gone to sleep the moment she went to bed. She felt a little groggy, like she had slept to soundly.
She slipped from the bed and padded into the small adjoining bathroom. The luxury of her own shower, in her very own apartment was a thrilling thought and she took ample time preparing herself for it. At home, she had always had to give way to her father or mother, allowing herself only a small amount of hot water and precious little soap. This morning, she intended to lounge under the cascading spray, permitting it to soak away her aching muscles and tired nerves and suds herself until she was completely covered with foam.
She pushed back the plastic shower partition on the tub railing and stepped gingerly in under the shower head. Then she twisted the handles of the faucets and raised her face to receive the first deluge of warm water.
Nothing.
Only a small trickle of water oozed from the shower head. It dripped down on her forehead, ran down her nose, and flowed onto her chin. Then it went plop, plop on her stomach. She exited from the shower and scurried for the telephone in the kitchen to call the maintenance man in the basement apartment.
It turned out to be a maintenance person; a young lovely, with long dark hair and two big blue eyes that seemed to be looking everywhere all at once. Donna greeted her with a bit of surprise when she opened the door.
"I'm Patti. I'm helping dad today," she stated as she guided her box of tools through the door. "Everything seems to go wrong at once and they all need fixing at the same time." She lugged the long wooden box through the small front room, to the small table that served as a dinette, then, as if giving it a second thought, sat the box on the floor. "These things are awful heavy," she commented.
Donna eyed her with a sense of growing pity. She looked so young, so inexperienced and the toolbox looked so heavy. Her faded jeans pulled tight over her hips and her love bump was divided by a crease, pulled in by the tight fabric.
"Nice of you to come," she stated. "It's the shower. No water."
The girl said, "It's the washer." She wound her head in the strap of the box loop and hefted it off the floor. "They are always getting stuck." Stooped and bent over, by the weight of the box, she hobbled across the small living room to the door of the bedroom and the small bath beyond. The box bumped against her knees and Donna winched at each bump.
In the bathroom, her skill with a screwdriver became more apparent as she worked with the shutoff valves. In minutes she had the handle off, the stem removed and the washer replaced. The she put the assembly back together and turned on the water at the main cutoff. Then she leaned across the tub, to test the result.
"Shaaaaaazammmm!" she cried out as she twisted the faucet handle.
A stream of water slammed down on the top of her head, ran down her face and down the front of her old blue cotton shirt. She gasped, gave a loud wail of dismay and slapped at the stream of water.
"Oh no!" she sputtered. She peered plaintively at Donna. "This is the third time today!"
Donna handed her a towel from the new rack. "Dry off with this. I'll rub your shirt, if you like."
Patti removed the shirt. Donna rubbed it briskly with another towel. She placed it over the back of a chair. "We can do the same with your jeans," she suggested.
Patti unbuttoned the waist, forced down the zipper and pushed the jeans down over her hips. She wasn't wearing either panties or brassiere. She had a very nice figure.
She eyed Donna with a show of admiration. "You work, don't you?" She handed her the jeans. "I always wanted to have a job. Dad won't hear of it."
Donna nodded in the affirmative. "It's wonderful-having my own job, my own place, my own money." She brushed the wet spot on the front of the jeans. "It gives such a feeling of freedom ... complete freedom."
Patti rubbed the towel down across her stomach and wiped across her pubic hair. The movement caught Donna's eye and she automatically shifted her gaze to watch. What a cute little snatch. The dark hair at her crotch was very sparse and the crease of her pussy was boldly displayed.
"It must be nice to have your own place, to be free to come and go as you please." Patti bent over, rubbing down her left thigh. Her little pussy lips protruded a bit when the leg was lifted so she could rub her foot.
Donna forced her gaze from the tender spot and rubbed briskly on the front of the jeans. "Yes," she said. "It is."
The towel moved back up the leg, paused just below the tender pussy. "To have men friends in?" Donna nodded.
"You can do what you please?" The words were supposed to be casual but Donna noted a tone of expectation. The words were asking more of a question that formally applied. 'Can you do as you please. like maybe fucking, if you and your date want to?'
"It's simply great," Donna said.
"Do you take the pill?"
The young face looked so serious that Donna couldn't feel imposed on by the question. The blue eyes were peering at her, expecting an honest answer.
Donna smiled. "Yes, honey. I take the pill."
"It must be the most," Patti sighed. "I wish I had a job like you."
Donna paused in the rubbing of the jeans. She held them up for a quick inspection then shifted her glance to the girl. She was so cute. The long black hair framed a long face that appeared a bit on the childish side but it did something for her. Even with the braces on her teeth, she looked womanly and with a little make-up, could be a very attractive girl. Her breasts were small but firm and her stomach was a nice pink and rippled when she talked. Her hips were just beginning to round out and Donna guessed her age at sixteen or seventeen.
"You could," she said, as she offered the jeans. "If you are old enough."
The thin face took on a look of dignity. "I'm almost eighteen."
"Monty will take a girl if she's almost eighteen."
"Who's Monty?"
Donna explained the clinic, how she had answered the ad, accepted the job and emphasized that the clinic was a therapy clinic, not a massage parlor.
The girl pursed her lips and nodded. "Then you get right down to the fucking. None of that silly massage crap?"
Donna thrust the jeans into her hands, hoping the action and confusion would make her forget any more questions. The girl had put her old shirt back on and it was draped loosely over her breasts. It hid only a portion of them from view and Donna thought them very attractive.
Patti was pushing for an answer. "Well?" she demanded. "Do you?"
Donna gave a sigh of resignation. "Yes, honey," she replied. "We get right down to the fucking."
Patti looped the towel over the curtain rod of the shower and smiled warmly at Donna. "So I'll go down and ask for a job," she said. Then she giggled and made a face.
After that, she dressed, took her box of tools and with a strong 'See ya' and a wave of her hand, she hustled her tools through the door and took off for the assignment of her day.
I'll bring my boyfriend by sometime," she said as a parting tease. "We can never find a place to be alone."
"You do that. Do it any time." Donna returned her wave, then went back to the problem of scrounging up something for breakfast.
That afternoon, Donna wrote a short note to Alma, explained that she had moved into a new apartment and suggested that she come down for a visit.
CHAPTER NINE
By two o'clock, cleaning had become a bore and Donna was looking for something exciting to do. Now that she had her own apartment it would be nice to have friends in, give a party, or just sit down and rap adout something special. But she didn't know any friends. She decided to go to the beach. Sunday was always a big day on the Santa Cruz beaches. Sunny weekends always brought cars streaming in from San Jose or from the smaller farming towns of King City or Salinas. Most of the cars carried boys and girls but many of them contained just boys. Santa Cruz was the spot where "girl meets boy" and they all wanted to get into the act. Meeting them could be a very warming experience and she might make some very good friends.
She selected the one pair of hot pants and halter she had borrowed from Alma and hadn't returned and a pair of wedges that weren't too heavy to wear in the sand. Shorts always made the boys look twice and if she made new friends, she did want some of them to be boys.
She was still thinking about it when she parked her Mustang in the parking lot on Beach street, across from the Rio Da Lore Dance Pavilion and walked through the tunnel to the ticket booth on the boardwalk. The rides were whirling gaily in the afternoon sun and happy faces beamed down from the lofty perches of the Ferris wheel and whirl-go-around. Pleased shouts and shrill laughter added to the excitement of being whirled through the air by a mechanical monster on an ever changing spinning wheel.
Donna leaned idly on the fence railing that separated the walk from the open sand and ocean beyond. She munched on a hot dog and gazed up at the happy faces in the rides. The sun was warm on her bare arms and she wished she had brought a bathing suit along.
"You should be out on the sand enjoying the sun," a voice said in her ear. She twisted to see who was speaking. Two brown eyes met her gaze. She frowned up at the tanned face confronting her.
"Don't get uptight, baby. Name's Benny. Just wanted to say hello."
Donna said, oh, then added the word hello.
Benny took a position beside her at the rail and sipped on a bottle of Pepsi Cola. He was giving her body the full up and down treatment.
"Must be hot in all those clothes." He motioned to the brief halter and skimpy shorts. He gave her a big grin.
Donna took a bit of her hot dog and winced in the heat of the sun. It was hot.
She said, "Yeah." She swallowed the bite of hot dog.
He was leaning over, looking down into the front of her halter. "You could sunbathe on the sand."
She gave him another, closer glance. "I didn't bring a suit."
"Ya don't need one at pleasure point."
"Where's that?"
"Up there." He pointed toward a cliff that protruded into the water, beyond the end of the boardwalk. "You can really let it hang out up there."
Donna took the last bit of hotdog into her mouth, chewed vigorously and followed the line of his finger. "Oh?"
"Nice spot to sunbathe, swim, surf. You name it."
"Sounds like fun."
"The boys like it."
"How do you get there?"
His face creased with a humorous smile. "Walk, mostly. If ya don't want to run."
She stared at him critically, deciding if he was making fun or talking in earnest. "From here?"
He took a long gurgling drink of his Pepsi, then used the bottle to point the way. "Right through the gate, down onto the beach. It's easy to get around the cliff. You wait until the waves sink back, then run like hell!"
He was already tugging on her arm and she couldn't see any harm in going along. She had heard that topless bathing was the scene at Pleasure Point but had never been there. Marvin Hinks had mentioned it but she hadn't liked the language he had used while doing so. It would be fun to see if the girls really did take off their tops and let the boys play with their tits while they sunbathed. She followed her new friend along the boardwalk, through the opening in the rail, down the steps to the beach and trotted along beside him across the hot sand.
By the time they had skirted the base of the cliff, racing through the shallower water of the receded waves, she was wet up to her knees and was thankful she had worn the shorts and halter.
Beyond the cliff, the beach widened, stretching back to the rise of land that ended abruptly with towering thirty foot cliffs. A number of people were on the cliffs, scanning the area with field glasses.
Benny pointed them out and made a face. "There's the squares looking for any kids that might be balling."
Donna glanced up at the figures on the cliff, then leaped aside as a big wave rushed up the sand and lapped at her feet.
Her companion let the water strike his legs, rise up to his knees, and recede. He shouted with laughter. "Now you can take your things off, honey," he told Donna.
Donna shook her head and said no.
"Com'on cutie. We came up here to fuck, so let's fuck."
"No."
Benny screwed his cheeks up in an attitude of disgust. "Com'on, baby. We ain't playing games. We don't want all those squares to miss their fun."
Donna said no again. She peered up the wide expanse of beach, searching the bathers stretched out on the sand. All that she could see looked like they were wearing all of their suits. She couldn't see anyone without their tops.
Benny was becoming irritated. The bulge at the crotch of his pants showed that he was expecting more than a little sunbathing togetherness in the sand. He needed an outlet for the growing heat in his balls.
He grunted and glared at Donna. "Let's not play games, baby. "I've got some real hot rocks for you."
Donna shot another glance at the faces on the cliff. "This isn't my day to be a sideshow."
Benny said, "Oh shit." He was becoming more irritated and his pleasant manner was fast disappearing. "Don't mind them creeps," he growled. "A fuck is a fuck, regardless of who looks on."
"No."
He grabbed her arm, pulled her across the sand, paying little attention to the fact that she was stumbling while trying to keep up. She was panting and calling out to him to stop, to leave her alone.
"Stop ... Stop please ... You're hurting my arm."
Benny continued to pull, tugging her steadily across the sand toward the base of the cliffs. He was screaming at her, calling her names.
"I said come, you little bitch! You wanted to show your cunt, let's see your cunt!"
"NO ... NO ... NO ... ! " Donna dug her feet into the loose sand of the beach and strained. "Let go of me, you bastard!"
The dark face creased in a leer, the brown eyes burned with anticipation. "That's it, baby," he squealed. "Put on a show. Put on a good show!"
Up the beach, two men stopped tossing a Frisbee and walked slowly toward Benny. Benny gave them a wave.
"Hi! Ain't she somethin'? She sure does like to tease. Want some cunt? She has plenty to spare!"
They put their hands in their pockets, stroked their balls and grinned happily. "Yeah," they chimed in chorus. "We could use a good fuck."
"See, baby!" Benny chortled. The boys know what good cunt is for. Git yer pants off. My cock is ready to bust!"
Donna slapped at him with her free hand and continued to tug against the hand on her arm. "Take your dirty hand off of me!"
"Ain't she cute, fella's? Her cunt is a real pleasure trip!"
Four more eyes burned into the tight hot pants. Her anger had brought a flush to Donna's face and it made her look even more attractive.
"Take'um off, baby," the two men chimed in, "Let's have a look at that sweet little cunt!"
Benny was becoming bolder. He jabbed at Donna's waist, dug his fingers into the waistband of her shorts and whirled her around. Willing hands grasped her arms and held her still while he unfastened the halter and let it drop away from her breasts. He gave a roaring, vacuous laugh and pinched the nipple of her right tit.
"Now for some ass!" he bellowed. His clumsy fingers worked with the button on the band of her shorts. Finding that too slow, he grasped the fabric in a tight fist and jerked. Two buttons popped loose and the slide fastener pulled apart. Delighted hands pushed the ripped garment down over her hips baring her pink and white ass to Benny's view. Benny went down on his knees, in the sand, and licked the pale skin along her crack. The shorts hampered any other exploration.
"Take'um off, cunt!" he bellowed. "We want a good look at your ass!"
The hands forced her legs together, then pushed the ripped shorts down to her ankles. Benny jerked at her ankle, forcing her to raise her leg, freeing her foot from the shorts. Immediately, he pushed her legs apart and thrust a stained, dirty finger up into the tender reluctant lips of her vagina.
"Open up," he bellowed again. "I've got a hungry cock for you!"
"NO, NO, NO!"
Donna flailed wildly at Benny, trying to slap him with all the fury of her diminutive stature. His arm around her waist hampered her movements and the grasping hands on her arms held her in a vise like grip. Somewhere behind her, she could hear Benny grunting. She was certain that he was unbuttoning his pants and forcing them down over his ass. Then, she could see him; his fat cock slopped out and he was aiming it at her tender pussy.
"Give her the meat," one of the men said. "Fuck that pretty little cunt real good.
That brought a hilarious yowl from the second man. Both of them began to chant.
"FUCK HER BENNY! JAB YOUR PECKER RIGHT UP TO HER MOUTH! LET HER CHEW YOUR MEAT ... LET THE LITTLE WHORE KNOW WHAT A REAL COCK IS LIKE! JAB THAT STICK RIGHT UP HER ASS ... DON'T LET THE SLUT SEE WHAT YOU'RE DOING! JAB YOUR ASS RIGHT UP TO HER FACE ... SHOW THE STUPID WHORE WHAT A REAL COCK FUCK IS! FUCK THE SHIT OUT OF HER, BENNY! THAT DIRTY ASSHOLE SLUT IS BEGGING FOR A REAL GOOD ASS FUCK ... FUCK THE SHIT OUTA HER, BENNY!"
Probing, pawing hands were all over her and fingers were digging into her flesh, punching her stomach, sticking into her ass, her cunt, and even into her mouth. She wanted to groan, to moan, to cry and scream but she couldn't get her face free of those awful smelling hands. They smelled of shit and fish and rancid cock juice. like the owner had been playing around with himself and had never washed his hands.
Donna was begging, pleading. "Please," she blurted. "I'll see that somebody pays you. Just let me go."
A loud peal of laughter was the only answer to her pleading.
Sharp fingers dug into her hips as hands clung to her. She was being forced forward, bent down, exposing her pussy to the man behind her. A sharp finger trailed down her ass.
"Open up!" Benny cried in a disgruntled voice. "I can't fuck ya if you don't open yer cunt!"
Something hard pushed into the crack of her ass and the force of it made her rock forward.
"Hold still, ya crazy cunt!"
The stiff prick moved down the crack, seeking the tender lips of her angry pussy. Then it was thrusting up into her hot tormented body, paying little attention to the fact that she didn't accept the encounter and what Benny was doing amounted to rape.
Donna began to cry, hoping that in crying, she could distract the men from what they were doing and maybe, just maybe, she might be able to get away and let lose in the pounding surf that beat on the beach.
She found it difficult to believe that what was happening to her was true. She had heard many stories of the happenings on the beaches of Santa Cruz but in none of them did the girl ever find herself raped by such unwholesome characters as those violating her now. She wanted to scream, to cry out, to let the people on the cliffs know of the torture that was being inflicted on her. Surely, oh surely, someone would come and help her. She clawed at the bodies that pressed against her and screamed in anguish.
"NO, NO, NO, NO, NO! GO AWAY ... PLEEEEEEEEASE GO AWAY!" No one was listening.
The hard cock was poking into the tender area below her rectum and the round knob brushed across her pussy. Strong hands forced her legs even farther apart and the knob slipped slowly through the wet bruised lips of her cunt.
Donna slapped at the man behind her. He laughed and lunged hard. His cock slithered up her wet cunt, filling her unhappy vagina. The stud crowed with delight.
"Please, Please," she wailed. "Won't you please...."
Benny could hear her crying. It struck him as being funny. He gurgled, "Haaaaa ... Haaaaa...."
His cock slammed up into her tight wet slit and each time he pulled back, he omitted a long moan.
"Ahhhhh ... Ahhhhhhh...."
The two men holding her arms were becoming anxious. Their cocks made big bulges in their pants. "Hurry up," they hissed. "We want some cunt too."
Benny couldn't answer. He was too busy pumping. Someone down the beach shouted. The pumping stopped.
"Pigs," one of the men growled hoarsely. "We better split!"
All hands dropped away from Donna's naked body. The fingers released the hold on her hips. The bloated cock became quiet in her wet cunt.
"Jesus!" Benny mutered. "Jeeeesus!"
The cock pulled out of her pussy and Donna was free of any restraint. She started to run.
Back along the beach, her feet slapping on the wet sand, then sloshing through the water as waves came in, sending an onslaught dashing up to the cliff. She scurried past the cliff, along the strand on the other side. Amazed, perplexed eyes viewed her progress from the boardwalk, until she rounded the end of Rio Da Lore Dance Pavilion and dashed up the hill that led to third street, leaving the beach and the Sunday crowd behind her. She was heading for the Monterey Therapeutic Sexual Clinic and the fact that no one was following her made little difference. She was in no mood to stop and find out.
Linda answered her rap at the back door. She listened, spellbound, to the explanation of why a young woman should have to run four blocks along back streets while stark naked, and appear at the back door of the clinic after four-thirty in the afternoon.
"Glad you came, honey," she confided to Donna. "Monty is having a fit. He has some guys upstairs and Lisa won't be in until after ten. Can you help?"
Donna could and would. Linda brought her a new smock and a stiff drink. After what she had been through, Linda was sure that Donna could use it.
Monty was in a bad mood when she went up to the apartment. He eyed her with an accusing frown and she could see that he was upset about something. He was lounging on his circular bed but he wasn't reading or listening to his stereo. He apparently was mad.
"Are we selling cunt or playing games," he demanded. "When a stud gives you the prong, be sure you have the bread stashed in your shoes." He gave her another wilting glance and took a long swig from a frosted glass. "We can't do business by giving away cunt."
Donna tried to be casual. She didn't understand this new attitude but considered he was angry because Lisa would be late. She told him she would remember about the money. "Especially watch those young punks. They tell you they've had a fight with their steady and have a real hot cock. You girls feel all gooey, give them a free fuck and send them home. The creeps work you for a free fuck or a mouthful of cunt and it doesn't cost them a dime. Make them show the color of their bread!"
Donna stared at the wall behind Monty's head. He was probably right, she told herself. Drew, Digger and the kid. All three had gotten what they wanted and hadn't given her a dime. But how could Monty know? Was he taking more pictures? Perhaps he was also making recordings of conversations in the rooms. How horrible that could be if the wrong people should get a hold of them.
"You can't do that," she whispered. She was talking mostly to herself because she was just beginning to realize the magnitude of what could happen. "We are supposed to treat people's hang-ups." She was feeling an irritation of her own. It wasn't right what Monty was doing. It was degrading to her and misleading for the patients. "We really aren't nurses, are we Monty?" she said in a louder tone. "You've made prostitutes of us. I'm a whore, aren't I? I don't treat people to make them happy, I fuck them for money! That's true, isn't it, Monty? I'm a cunt that anybody can buy! I'm just a good for nothing whore! Whore, Monty, W-H-O-R-E!"
Monty took another short sip from his drink and placed the glass on the bedside table. "Bread makes people happy," he hissed. "If the jerk wants to pay for cunt, then take his bread and give him cunt!"
She was getting nowhere. Donna could see that Monty's philosophy of life centered around only one thing. Money!
She gave a reluctant sigh and looked back to the door. "I think I'll go now," she said. She moved away from the round water bed.
Monty arched forward. "like so much shit!" he screamed. He bounded from the bed, towered over the cowering girl. "You're here to fuck, so get your ass downstairs and fuck!"
Donna backed away from him, intending to go around him and make for the door. "You can't keep me here," she said in defiance. "Randy will stop you."
Monty screwed his face up into a mask of contempt. 'That creep! Where the hell is he? That filthy pig, if he shows up here again...." He paused in his threat and brought a finger across his throat in a cutting gesture. "He'll be taken care of. You keep away from him. UNDERSTAND!"
Donna cringed before the outburst. This was a new Monty. A person she had never before seen. He was bullying her, telling her what to do. She didn't like it. She turned toward the door.
"I'm going home," she said again in a firm voice.
"You can't stop me."
Monty grasped her arm and turned her around so that she faced him. "I'll stop you! I've been waiting for you all day. Duke will be here tonight and I want you to take care of him."
"Duke?"
"Yeah, Duke. He's doing some work for me. I owe him a free fuck. You can suck his cock and let him eat your cunt. He-likes eating cunt."
"No!" Donna cried in disbelief. "I don't...."
Monty was becoming raving mad. His eyes were flashing from his anger and he was panting when he spoke. "I don't care a fuck for what you don't! You will suck his cock, then he can fuck you. UNDERSTAND?"
Donna cowered again before him. It was Monty who didn't understand. He never would understand. Duke didn't eat cunt. He liked to fuck and would probably want to fuck her again but he wasn't a lapper. Besides, even if he did, she didn't want Monty saying it. She didn't want Monty taking pictures of Duke or recording what he said to her.
"No," she replied curtly. "I won't do it."
Monty brought his hand slashing down across her face, giving her a resounding slap jarring her entire body. "You will!" he bellowed. "When I tell my girls to fuck, they fuck!"
Donna drew back, rubbing her face. "I'm not your girl," she retorted again. "I belong to me."
Monty's eyes narrowed and his glare became mean and arrogant. When he spoke, his words seemed to leap from his lips. "Right now your cunt belongs to any stud with money. Get that smock off and I'll have Linda send up somebody up here."
"I'd rather go downstairs." That brought even a deeper frown to Monty's face. "Of course you would. Then you would trot right down to the pigs and blow this place wide open. Cunt is just as good up here and I can keep an eye on you." He unfastened the belt on his slacks and opened the fly. "You can suck my cock while we're waiting for the first ass-hole to come up," he said.
He was wearing pale blue boxer shorts and she wanted to laugh as he unbuttoned the top two buttons and pushed the shorts down over his hips, he looked so funny. His pants draped at half mast and his cock dangled downward as if beckoning to her to come and shake it.
"Well?" Monty growled. "Are you going to get down on your knees or do I have to knock you down?"
She was staring at him but she wasn't seeing him. All she could see was his monstrous prick, dangling down, pointing to the floor and swaying slowly back and forth. He had jabbed it in her ass before and fucked her until he came. She wanted to suck his cock then and to be fucked in the cunt but he didn't do it. Now, she wasn't too certain she wanted to do it.
Monty jabbed his groin forward, glared into her face. "Grab it, you stupid cunt! Stick it in your mouth!"
A shudder coursed through her body and she could feel her ass tremble. She sank down to her knees, feeling a complete frustration, and remained that way, staring at his puffed up cock. Her eyes were nearly on the level of his throbbing dong and it looked enormous.
"All right," he growled with mounting impatience. "Get it in your mouth."
She took the swollen prick in her hand, lifted it, scrutinized it with tear filled eyes.
"That's more like it," Monty said. "Jack it off a bit."
She moved her hand up and down it, forcing the loose skin back, drawing it tight until the knob was tilted back. The knob was flaming red.
"Now suck it, damn it! Suck it hard!" Monty thrust his cock forward. He was almost standing on tiptoe, to elevate it to the level of her mouth.
She drew it slowly to her lips.
"Hurry up, baby, blow me!"
Donna hesitated, the hard dick just inches from her mouth.
"Take it, damn it!" Monty snarled. "Take the whole damn thing. Take it right down to your cute little belly!"
Donna touched it with her lips.
"I said suck it, you fucking whore! Now suck!" Monty put his hands behind her head, drew it toward him. His prick moved in between her lips. She drew back and eyed him peevishly.
"Don't do that," she cautioned. "I'm not an animal." Her lips glistened wetly and so did the end of his prick.
"All right then," he groused. "Suck it!"
She drew it back into her mouth.
It really felt good. So warm and soft and slick. She ran her tongue across the end of the round knob, feeling the tiny hole in it. "Nice," she murmured. "It feels sort of nice."
She let it slip back past her teeth into her mouth until it was almost touching her throat. Then she moved her lips back and forth along it, licking it gently on the underside all the way back to the tip.
Monty had his head tilted back, his eyes closed, and when her tongue slid along the skin of his throbbing prick, his face screwed into a grimace of extreme pleasure. His hands came down on her shoulders and his sharp fingernails dug into the tender skin.
"Ahhhhh," he grunted. "That's good."
Donna forced her lips tighter around the shaft. She could feel it getting harder and stiffer and she wondered if it might split. He swabbed the bottom of it once more with her tongue, then moved her lips back to the crevice behind the flaming red knob of flesh.
Monty moaned. "Jeeeeeesusssss!"
Donna had to smile. Monty was giving her pleasure just by letting her know that she was giving him pleasure. She could remain a nurse, a therapist. She could continue to treat men for their hang-ups. If she couldn't do it for Monty then she would do it for herself. Maybe Duke would help her. She could have her own clinic, run it by herself and have all the fun for herself.
Monty blurted, "Oh, my God!"
Donna was sucking hard and long, bowing her cheeks in, sucking the hard round knob, holding inside of her mouth like it was a big round lollipop, tasting of the sweetness that was garnering from it. It was so delicious.
"My balls," Monty pleaded. 'Take my balls. Jesus, rub my balls!"
Donna instinctively reached for his balls. She felt like she was in a position of servitude, kneeling before a man, doing his bidding. But she liked it!
Yes, she did, she liked it! She grasped his balls with one hand and began to knead them gently with her fingers. She could feel his muscles quiver under her arm.
"Mmmmmmm," she murmured and sucked happily on the warm, wet prick.
Monty continued to moan. "Oh, Christ! Oh Jesus Christ!"
He was pushing his prick into her face, forcing it deep into her mouth, then dragging it back and jacking it forward again. His grimace of pleasure became a wild grin of sheer ecstasy. Donna's head was bobbing back and forth, rocked by the force of his thrusts. She was gulping and slurping, her eyes filled with a new wild gleam.
Monty dug his fingers deeper into the skin of her shoulders and rocked back on his feet. He was grimacing as if in deep pain.
"Oh shit ... Oh Jesus shit!"
He bucked impulsively, lunging forward, staring wildly at the blank wall, his mouth drawn back in a satanic expression. His legs quivered and his ass-hole puckered from the force of the wakening explosion.
Then it was shooting into her mouth. Hot gism, squirting back against her throat, flooding her palate. She swallowed avidly, grunting a little but still sucking until the last sweet drop of cock juice had been pumped from the swollen shaft. She licked lovingly around the knob, wiping it clean, then drew back and let it sag back to its original position below his balls.
"Ahhhhh," she sighed. She closed her eyes and knelt there, almost too spent to move.
Duke arrived about nine-thirty. It had been a rather trying afternoon and Donna was lounging on the water bed, reading a copy of THE TOTAL WOMAN, left there by one of Monty's women friends. Donna was a little nervous when Duke entered, not knowing how she should address him. She was positive she couldn't sing out, Hi Daddy, but felt it a little odd to say, Hello Duke.
He came sidling in, after Monty opened the door, and waved to her. He said, Hi Baby. Then he came striding over to the bed, extending his hand like she was supposed to shake it. She started to get up but he motioned for her not to.
"Play it cool, baby," he stated with a beaming smile. "Nice to see you again."
"It's been a hard week." Donna said. That made them both laugh and she felt better. Monty picked up his camera, which he had put down to open the door and knelt down over the glass place in the floor. He was all smiles and you could almost see the dollar signs floating around him as he sighted through the viewfinder. Donna assumed it was a motion picture camera because he kept his eye to it and continued to shoot the scene below until a click told him the film had run out.
"I've missed you, baby." Duke said. He gave Donna an intimate glance that told her more than words.
"I missed you too," she said.
Monty looked up from his camera, viewing both of them with disgust. "Why don't you can the chatter and and get on with the fucking? You could have had her spread and be eating her cunt while you're doing this yak yak bit."
"I do feel a little horny." Duke admitted. He gave Donna another pointed look.
Donna forced a smile for Monty's benefit. She peered intently into her father's face. "Monty says you like to eat cunt. How about doing that first?"
"Sure," Duke agreed. "Nothing like a mouthful of good cunt." He sounded interested but he appeared very ill at ease.
Donna removed her smock and dropped it to the floor. Then she twisted around on the mattress and hung her legs over the side so that her pussy was open to his view. Then she laid back flat on the pink satin spread.
"Help yourself," she teased. She spread her legs, opening the lips of her cunt. The little inner tongue stuck out, beckoning to Duke and she could see that he was interested.
"I mean it," she said, giving him a bold stare. "Lick my cunt."
Duke almost lurched in between her legs, showing his longing, his anxiety, his desire for her cunt. He dropped to his knees and waddled into the vee formed by her creamy white thighs, aiming for the warm pink flesh of her inviting pussy. He licked his lips, nervously, as he moved in and his eyes devoured the hair covered slit.
"I'm coming, baby! I'm coming!" he breathed excitedly. "I'm going to eat your cunt right up to your ass! You asked for it, now open up for me!"
He stuck his head down into the apex of her legs and buried his nose into the kinky amber hair of her pubic area. It felt a little cold to Donna as it pushed into the slit of her cunt, then his tongue was worming into her begging flesh, searching out the tiny clitoris that nestled there.
"Oh daddy!" Donna moaned. "Lick my cunt real good!"
This must be like heaven, she told herself. The way it should be; a daughter giving pleasure to her father. If she had only known that her father was like this, it could have saved so much heartbreak, so much unhappiness. Those years before she had gone to college in Santa Cruz, she and daddy could have been like this. They could have met in the bathroom, maybe even in the shower, and he could have eaten her pussy. After her mother died, he could have come to bed with her and they could have fucked and had fun. She had wanted him to so desperately. She could remember the lonely nights when she would lay awake, listening, then go to sleep crying to herself because her pussy burned and there was nothing she could do about it. She could have sucked his cock and taken care of him and he would never have been without sex after her mother was gone.
"I love your cock, daddy," she whispered. "I've always loved your cock."
He was almost purring between licks, his tongue darting in and out, swabbing up the delicious cunt juice. "It's a lovely cunt, baby," he whispered. "It's a real lovely cunt!"
She could hear him breathing deep when he stopped to talk, then he went back to the dainty licking of her pussy lips and the inner folds of her vagina opening. The rasping muscle brushed up and down across her aroused clit and she could feel the small bud of pleasure growing near the rim of her ass-hole. It felt so very, very good.
Monty had stopped shooting and was replacing the roll of film in his camera. He placed the exposed cassette on the small bedside table and leaned over the glass plate in the floor. He was about to shoot pictures. He twisted his head, momentarily, to peer at Duke.
"You should get into the fucking," he told Duke, with a leering grin. "Doll, there, is a real good fuck."
"She's also good eating cunt," Duke retorted. He lifted his head so he could see Monty. "Besides, I like eating as well as fucking."
Monty twisted around and aimed his camera at Duke. He pushed the trigger. The cogs whirred and the film slipped rapidly past the lens. Monty was taking pictures of Duke eating Donna's cunt.
Duke raised his head from Donna's crotch and wiped his mouth on his shirt sleeve. "You shouldn't have done that," he commented dryly.
"Why not?"
"I've been waiting for you to do that."
"Take pictures of you?"
Duke rose slowly to his feet, glanced momentarily at Donna, then back to Monty.
"It proves I'm here and that I saw you taking pictures. It proves my case."
Monty jerked around, settled back on his haunches. His face had become drawn. "What the fuck do you mean, it proves your case?"
"I have to arrest you for pandering, blackmail and kidnapping, among other things."
Monty's eyes widened in bewilderment. "Are you nuts, Duke? What do you mean, arrest me?"
"I have to take you in, Monty. I'm a cop. I've been on loan to the local force for three weeks. Blackmail is a big 'no no' for massage parlors."
Monty was about to gag. "You a cop!" he stammered. "You said ... You said...."
Monty was completely dumbfounded by the sudden change of affairs. It was inconceivable that his operations should suddenly blow up in his face. It had been so safe, so reliable and so lucrative.
Duke wiped his face on a white handkerchief and straightened his clothes. "I said I was here to check out the local scene and would act as a go-between for you. That's exactly what I did."
Monty's face was getting red and he was trying to restrain himself. He repeated what Duke had said as if trying to making himself believe it. "You a cop ... On loan ... From Oakland ... You can't arrest me, you have no jurisdiction here." He glared smugly at Duke.
"No, but I have!" Another voice cut into his conversation. It swung him around to face the door. Neither Duke nor Monty had noticed the third man who came in. He now stood, leaning against the open door jamb, viewing the scene.
"Randy!" Duke exclaimed. "Glad to see you got here!"
"Randy!" Donna cried. She sat up, then jumped from the bed and ran to him, completely unmindful that she was still naked.
"Baby!" Randy exclaimed happily and opening his arms to her. "This is the way I'll always want you! Without a stitch on!"
"Oh, Randy, sweetheart!" Donna cooed. She pushed her naked body up against him, threw her arms around his neck and lifted her face for his kiss. "I want you to fuck me, darling. Fuck me right now!"
Randy held her at arms length, appraising her body, viewing every inch of her pink-white skin. Then he placed a hand on her left breast and caressed it gently.
"I want to fuck you, darling," he whispered in her ear. "I want to eat your cunt and lick your tits, then I want my cock in that wonderful little hole, fucking you until I explode!"
"Oh, yess," Donna responded. "Then I want daddy to fuck me. You can eat my cunt and we will have a simply wonderful time."
"Yes, yes," Randy agreed. "While he's fucking you, you can suck my prick and after that, we change places and do the whole thing again."
Donna said, "I'd love that."
Monty was making noises. "You can't do this!" he bellowed. "You can't come in here like this and tear things up. I have rights!"
Randy chuckled good naturedly. "You have the right to remain silent until you can get a lawyer and you must be told that anything you might say can be used against you. Other than that, your next move is going to be up to the judge."
Duke gave Monty a deep frown. "Customers, especially business men don't like having their pictures taken while they are with your girls. They could be used for blackmail."
Monty was almost screaming. "Blackmail! Blackmail!" he wailed. "You said you would help me!" He was having difficulty talking properly and his eyes looked a little weird. He was breathing rapidly and his face was becoming very, very red. "Damn you, Duke! You said you would talk to the jerks for me; help me coax them for a little loan. You didn't say you was a cop! Wait until I show your pictures to the D.A.'s office."
Randy was grinning broadly like he was enjoying Monty's discomfort. "What would it show?" he cracked, with a flourish of his arms. "A father greeting his daughter by holding her in his arms in bed? There's no law against a father being with a daughter, in private. Taking pictures of them is an invasion of privacy. I feel a little sorry for you."
Mon ty was clawing the air, searching for an out to his problems. He was sure there was one, if he could just find it. "How about you?" he hissed. "You fucked her. I got pictures of you too!"
Randy gave him a sad shake of his head. "Sorry," he stated with a shrug of his shoulders. "Did I give her any money? I guess I can fuck my future wife any time I want to." He took Donna's arm and pulled her tighter to him. "Come on, honey. I'm getting awful horny."
Donna rubbed her pussy up against the front of his pants. "Oh yesssss," she cooed. "Any time you say, sweetheart. I want your cock in me so bad I could just cry. Give it to me, honey, please. My cunt is just begging for you."
Randy was reluctant. He nodded at Monty. "I'll have to take him in first," he said with a shrug. "Then we can go over to your apartment and do a real ball. Do you mind?"
Donna didn't answer and Duke could see she was disappointed. "You fuck her now," he suggested. "I'll take Monty in. I'm sure the boys will understand."
Randy's face was screwed up with chagrin, he felt it was his duty to take the prisoner in. "And make you miss out on a good fuck! Not on your life. You fuck baby now and I'll meet you at her apartment, later. Okay?"
"Oh, that would be real nice." Donna cried. "I've been itching for daddy's cock in me again. Come on and fuck me daddy! You didn't finish eating me and I'm awful hot. I'm just dying for you to fuck me!"
It took only seconds for Duke to undress after Randy left with Monty. He shed his shoes, then his pants. He beamed at Donna as he removed each article of clothing. His eyes were feasting on the slit of her tight little cunt. His shirt slipped off easily and his undershirt was gone with a toss. Only his Jockey shorts remained and they were all puffed out in front, at his crotch.
Donna gave a sigh of pleasure and smiled. "It looks like daddy's got a hard-on," she teased.
Duke beamed back. 'The better to fuck you with, my dear."
She settled down on the floor, on her knees and hooked her fingers into the band of the shorts. She pulled them down over his massive hips. Her eyes grew wide as his black cock hair became exposed, then the doubled up prick.
"Oh! What a big prick you've got!" she cooed.
"The better to fill your cunt, my dear!"
She jerked at the shorts excitedly, forcing them down his muscular legs. His scrotum sagged down, hanging below his quickly stiffening prong.
"Oh daddy! What big balls you have!"
'The better to fill your cunt with cum, my dear!"
"Oh daddy, give it to me! My cunt is so hungry for your cock!"
"I'm going to give it to you." Duke whispered hoarsely. "I'm going to fuck you like I've dreamed of doing it all of these years!"
"Oh yessss ... Oh yessssss ... yessssss! I want you to fuck me! Please stick it in me. Give it to me now ... now ... OH NOW!"
He guided her gently back toward the bed until she could feel the padded bed frame against her legs, then he was guiding her down. She settled on the buoyant mattress and let her body sink back onto the softness of the pink satin spread. It felt good on her bare skin. She moved back across the surface, making room for Duke, giving him space to crawl onto her. Then she lifted her ass from the spread and slipped a pink pillow under it.
"Come on, daddy," she cooed. "Stick your beautiful prick into my cunt. Fuck me now, honey. I want you to fuck me now."
Duke gave one last appreciative look at her open twat, then lowered himself to the mattress, moving up between her legs and aiming his protruding penis at her hair covered slit.
Almost blinded by her growing lustful desire, Donna reached for him, grasping his swollen cock with trembling fingers, guiding it. She could feel the hard thickness of it as it jerked in her anxious hand.
There was a moment of extreme exhilaration as the smooth rubbery head brushed the warm skin of her pussy, teasing her as it touched the pink, wet, eager lips and she began to cry she wanted it so bad.
"Oh, Jesus, daddy!" she blurted. "Stick it in me! I want that thick cock buried in me! Jack it up my cunt, daddy! JAB IT ALL THE WAY IN MY CUNT NOW! FUCK ME, DADDY, PLEASE FUCK THE SHIT OUT OF ME! NOW, DADDY ... NOWWWWWWWW!"
She strained to meet him, arching her hips and throwing her legs out into the air, to make it easier for him to penetrate her hot wet cunt. Her hands slapped against the pink pillow beneath her ass.
Then he was worming slowly into her, the round red knob pushing back the tender aching lips and disappearing into the warm inner flesh. Her cunt lips closed down around the shaft and began to suck on the tight skin as he forced the long hard prong deeper and deeper into her anxious body.
"Oh, that's good daddy! That's real good!" Donna slapped at the satin spread, grasping handfuls of it, digging in, elevating her ass to meet the thrusts of Duke's stabbing cock.
"Daddy! Oh, yess, daddy! It's so good, it's so awful good! "Push that cock hard! FUCK ME REAL HARD!" She cooed and moaned and made little animal noises in her throat. She slapped at the pink spread. Her ass was burning and her cunt sucked tight around the roll of jacking flesh.
"OH SHIT ... OHHHHH SHIIIIIIT! DADDY!
MY CUNT ... OH DADDDDDDDY! MY CUUUUUUUNNNNNNTT!"
She jerked and heaved under him, vaguely aware that he was pumping abandoningly and the hot spasms of her orgasms swept through her jerking, twitching body. It was lifting her into a world of sheer ecstasy. She could feel Duke's hands groping for and teasing her breasts. One hand scratched her ass and dug into the tender rim of her ass-hole. All the time, he was rubbing and pinching and scratching around the tingling flesh of her right tit. She was yelping with the pleasure his pumping prick was giving her.
"Oh daddy! More daddy! Jesus, give me more!"
She gyrated frantically under him, grinding her hips, forcing her dripping pussy up his shaft, bringing him to a climax that was wild and explosive. She could feel his body trembling, sensed the sudden lengthening of his prick, felt the surge of hot cum that spurted into the bowels of her aching cunt.
"NOW ... NOW!" She hissed. "I'M COMING ... FM COMING ... HIT ME HARD, DADDY! JAB MY CUNT HAAAAARRRDDD!"
She bucked violently, jabbing up to meet his descending body, slapping against him, forcing his hard cock to the deepest portion of her body. Her wild movements drove him to a faster pace, then, he was coming fast and furious, ecstatic spasms shaking his body.
He gave vent to a deep guttural moan, then sank exhausted on her naked body, his hot perspiration drenched skin, wet on her stomach and breasts. His cock continued to jerk in the aftermath of the strong orgasm, pumping additional gism into her trembling cunt.
"That was the most, baby," he whispered into her ear. "I've been dreaming about fucking you like that."
Then he was telling her, explaining in endearing words, his pent up frustrations, his desires, his cravings to fuck her and suck her pussy.
"Fucking is what life's all about, baby. You set up your own sex clinic, show people that sex is healthy and fun. Make men happy, baby. That's what life is all about ... happiness."
Donna hugged him tight, feeling the slowly diminishing prick in her pussy. It was so wonderful, so absolutely wonderful.
"Oh, yes, daddy," she cooed back. "I want to ... I want to, very much."
He gave her a kiss on the cheek. "I will be your most frequent patient," he said, then he chuckled. "After that, he nibbled gently on the tip of her ear.
"Oh, you bastard! You dirty bastard!" Donna cried happily. "Do that again!"
So he did it again...
CHAPTER TEN
Music swelled in Donna's mind as she and Duke drove to her apartment. It swirled in her mind, lifting her to a completely new plateau of emotions. Everything was so perfect, so absolutely perfect, that she found it a little overwhelming. Duke was taking her home, driving her just as she had dreamed of him driving her. He would stay long enough to have a little pussy, then he would be gone, going back to Oakland, possibly to another promotion and a desk that she was certain he wouldn't like. Randy would be there tonight. That, alone, was enough to make her dream of a future in which there could never be unhappiness and men would love her because she helped make them well and gave them pleasure.
Duke's hand was inside her smock, his fingers between her legs, fingering her cunt and the warm flesh which was becoming very wet and slippery.
To pay him back for her discomfort, she opened the fly of his pants and played with his penis. By the time they pulled into the breezeway of her parking slot at the apartment, it was stiff and would either have to be jerked off or he would have to go upstairs with bulging pants.
Duke rubbed the bulge gently and squeezed Donna's arm. "Let it bulge," he chuckled. "I'll stick it up your cunt when we get inside. I'm sure Randy won't mind."
He could be teasing, Donna thought, but she hoped he wasn't. I'll mind more if you don't," she chided. The she scurried across the pavement, her shoes clopping on the hard cement, keeping ahead of Duke until they had entered the side entrance and were alone in the hallway. Then she snuggled up against him and rubbed her body against the hard lump in his pants. She breathed heavily in his ear.
"You better always want it, daddy," she told him. "You have to come visit on weekends so we can fuck and suck cock."
Duke said, "Promise." Then he patted her on the ass, squeezed her left tit and insisted that she take him right up to the apartment. She took his hand and led him quickly up the stairs.
There was someone in her apartment, Donna discovered, when she stopped to place her key in the lock. The door was slightly ajar and sounds were coming from inside. She pushed the door slowly in and stepped inside.
Two people occupied a position before the davenport. The man was standing, his back to the door, apparently occupied by what was happening to him. His pants were pushed down his legs to a point just below his balls and a pair of jockey shorts had been pushed down above them. His cock and balls were completely bare to the observer. Someone was kneeling before him and, from the sounds, was busy sucking his cock. Donna paused just inside the door, waiting for her eyes to become accustomed to dimmer light. Then she said, "Hello."
Instantly, a girl's head craned around the bare legs and startled eyes turned in her direction. Patti gulped, swallowed and gulped again. "Golly," she exclaimed. "We didn't expect you so soon."
Donna took a longer, lingering look at the bare ass, the naked legs and the balls in Patti's hands. She gave a soft giggle. "I can see that," she tittered.
The man twisted about, straining to look at the intruders. Randy's blue eyes twinkled at her. "I was showing her how to give head," he explained.
"Yeahhhhhh!" Patti beamed. Then he wants to suck my cunt."
Donna sighed deeply, sensing the magnitude of what was happening to her. It was all so wonderful. Randy was already feeling some of the compassion that burned within herself. He could be a great help in her new clinic. Surely women must have sexual hang-ups too.
"That's awfully nice," she whispered, and sighed again. "It really is nice."
Duke was viewing Patti with pleased eyes, noting the young face and ruby lips. "Yeah," he agreed. "Maybe I can show her how you give cunt."
Patti was hanging onto Randy's legs, looking around them. She let go and rose slowly to her fee. "Oh yesssss!" she cried. "I would love to give you cunt! I've never been fucked by a man yet ... Just Wilbur!"
Duke was visibly pleased. The bulge in Ids pants was straining at the fabric and his face showed the pain he was feeling. "Fine," he told Patti, as he unbuckled his belt and opened his pants. "You can be my first patient."
Patti squealed with delight and jerked at the waist of her jeans. Tm so glad I let him in," she cried, nodding to Randy. "He said we could have a lot of un."
Donna smiled happily at Randy, noting that his cock was still stiff and sticking straight out. "I'll fix that, lover," she teased. "My cunt is begging for a big hot prick like that."
Randy rubbed his hand down around his cock and under his balls. Then he aimed the stiff shaft at Donna. "Come get it, baby," he told her. "I've got a hot load just waiting to slam up your pussy."
Donna removed her smock and tossed it to the floor. "Fill me with it, darling! Fill my cunt with that nice cock. Fuck me real hard. My pussy is burning I want to fuck so bad!"
"Bend over, baby. It's coming."
Donna grasped the back of the davenport and bent over, clutching the fabric for support so she could open her cunt to his approaching prick.
"Push it in hard, honey," she told him. "I want it hot and wet and just oozing cum. Hurry, honey. I need that big fat cock now."
Randy moved up behind her, spread her ass cheeks and thrust his prick into the circle of her anus. Donna said, oh, and spread her legs.
"Love it, darling," she cried back at him. "Love it real good."
Randy leaned down, spread the cheeks apart and thrust his tongue into the crack. He lapped it slowly around her ass-hole.
Donna moaned softly. "You dirty son of a bitch," she told him. "That was extra nice."
Randy lapped his tongue up around it again.
Donna spread her legs farther apart, opening wide the pink lips of her pussy. She lowered her head so she could look back and see him. "Now fuck me, you dirty bastard," she hissed good naturedly. "If you don't I'll call daddy."
Randy said, "Sorry. Daddy's busy."
When she twisted her head to look, Donna could see Duke. He was down on his knees, licking Patti's stomach and rubbing her tits with his big hands. Patti was standing, almost posed, her head tilted back, her eyes closed, completely lost in the flood of feeling that was shooting through her nude body. She sighed repeatedly and gave little grunts of pleasure.
Donna jerked back to what was happening at her ass. "Lower," she blurted. "Lower, honey."
Randy leaned lower and rubbed his tongue across the lips of her hot wet cunt.
She cooed. "That's it, honey. Now your prick."
He licked around her cunt, dragging a bit of the delicious cunt juice into his waiting mouth, then worked back up the short stretch of skin to her anus. He licked the rim of her ass-hole. It puckered and Donna slapped at the back of the sofa.
"Oh, Jesus, honey, that's good!"
Randy straightened, held her cheeks apart and aimed his stiff cock into the crack. Donna reached back through her legs, grasped his prick and moved it down to the begging mouth of her cunt. She bucked backwards, forcing it into her waiting vagina.
"Now, you ornery bastard," she rasped. "Let's fuck."
Randy gave her a light slap on her hips and aimed for her pussy. "Okay, baby," he breathed. "Here it comes."
She felt his prick brush across the softness of her amber pubic hair and brush across the pulsating lips of her vagina. His caresses had aroused her to the point that the flowing juices in her pussy had completely lubricated her with a hot slippery wetness that made it easy for him to worm his throbbing penis into the smooth tight sucking flesh at the apex of her legs. She wanted to cry out as the stiff shaft sank into her cunt. He seemed so hot, so awful big and hot.
"That's it, honey ... Ohhhhhaaaa ... yessssss ... that's it ... fill me with it, darling ... Fill me with it,. Randy ... Fill my cunt with it!"
Randy grinned, knowingly, his wet lips pulled back from his teeth, and began to fuck her with long, powerful strokes, taking his time and leaning backward so he could see his hard cock as it disappeared into her gripping cunt lips. He could feel them scraping his prick, sucking, drawing, working his hot rod. He could feel her muscles, deep inside her, working on the taut skin and sending twinges of pleasure shooting back to his ass. He pulled back and paused for a moment.
Donna wiggled her ass. "No, No! Don't stop. Fuck me! Stick it in deep!"
He pushed forward again.
Donna cried. "More! Give me more! Don't tease me like this. I want to fuck! I want to just fuck and fuck and fuck!"
Randy began pumping down into her harder, faster, jabbing deep.
Donna could feel her pain moving, building in her buttocks, then working up her body to a spot behind her vagina, then coming down, bringing a tortured gasp to her lips.
"Oh, my God, Randy ... that's the way. It feels so big and good ... Jab it in me, honey ... Make my cunt burn ... That's what I need, honey . . .MORE ... FUCK ME MORE ... OH GOD ... OH JESUS GOD ... FILL MY CUNT WITH IT...."
She found herself screaming at him, saying things she would have never said at any other time. She was calling him names, shouting obscenities, crying for him to go to greater effort.
"More ... Ram it into me! Jab it all the way to my neck ... Fuck the shit out of me...."
He couldn't answer. He was breathing too hard. He felt her body tremble and then she was crying, moaning, and begging again.
"Ahhhhhrrrrrgggghhhh ... I'm commmming ... OH JESUS, RANDY ... RANDY!"
It was like a volcano erupting within her. Flesh quivered and trembled to the explosion of nerves and a hot wetness well within her pussy and was flooding down along the pumping shaft and dropping on the floor. There were soft sucking sounds as the hard prick shafted in and out of the wetness.
Donna sighed with the rapture as the last upheaval shook her body. She could hear Randy behind her, making noises and breathing heavily. He leaned forward, draping his body over hers, resting and waiting for his spent cock to return to size.
She turned her head, seeking out Duke, remembering only now that he was there. She wondered how he was doing.
Patti was flat on the floor, on her back, her legs drawn up and spread wide. Duke was in the vee at her crotch, his head deep in the black muff of her pussy hair and was licking rapidly of the sweet youthful cunt juice. He was slurping happily as he worked.
Everyone had been so busy that they failed to notice the door leading to the hallway was open and a youthful figure stood there waiting.
Donna peered at him and managed to force one word from her lips. "Yes?"
The kid stammered and made motions with his hands. "I'm looking for Patti. Her dad said she was up here."
Donna strained to look at him. "Who are you."
"I'm Wilbur."
"Patti's boyfriend."
"Uh huh."
"Why don't you come in and shut the door."
"I wasn't sure...."
"She's over there." Donna pointed to the girl on the floor.
The kid craned his neck and looked. All he could say was, "Gosh!"
Patti raised her head and motioned with a free hand. "Come on in, stupid!"
"Sure," Wilbur said. He shuffled through the open door and pushed it shut behind him. He stood as if undecided as to what he should do.
Patti was still peering around Duke's bobbing head. "You want to fuck?"
Wilbur gave a lopsided grin that showed a lot of teeth. He appeared a little embarrassed. He said, "Suuuurreeeee." He went over and stood beside Patti, looking down at Duke as he worked over her pussy. "Who can I fuck-you're busy."
"Me ... as soon as he's through."
Wilbur said, "Yeahhhh." He shifted his gaze from the naked girl on the floor to the naked girl by the davenport.
Donna felt a little sorry for him. He looked so timid, so uncertain of himself. She asked, "Maybe I can help you. Would you like to fuck me?"
Wilbur eyed Donna, his eyes taking in the slim figure, the firm tits, the long curving legs. "Yeahhhhhh," he said. "I ain't never fucked a woman before. Just girls."
"You fuck me and I'll show you how to stay a long time," she promised. That was lesson five. Linda had explained how to do it the second day. 'If a man comes too quickly, make him pull his prick out and pinch him on the knob.' That was supposed to kill the desire to come and make him be able to fuck longer. She could try it on Wilbur.
She motioned. "Sit on the floor."
Wilbur sat down. She sat across from him, legs outstretched, spread and her pussy open to his view. She wanted him to look at it.
"Remove your pants."
He unbuttoned the jeans, lifted his ass and pushed them off. He wasn't wearing shorts. His penis drooped.
"Now look at my pussy."
Wilbur looked. He had to lean forward so that he could see it in the shadow of her crotch. He licked his lips and said, "Oh Boy!"
Donna brushed the tip of his penis with her fingers, arousing it, making it grow.
"Now touch my pussy," she told him.
He touched it. His penis grew larger.
Donna was delighted. Everything was working out as Linda had explained. When his penis became hard, she could stroke it until he was about to come, then pinch the head of it and make him stay.
She began stroking Wilbur's penis.
Wilber winced with restrained feelings. This wasn't what he wanted at all. He wanted his penis in her beautiful pussy so he could say he had fucked a mature, adult woman. Very few of his school mates had done that.
"Can we fuck now?" he asked in a plaintive voice. "Can we?"
Donna nodded. "Sure," she agreed. "Maybe that will be better."
Wilbur was drooling, his tongue flicking out, to moisten his dry lips. He was becoming very anxious.
Donna lay back on the floor. "You'll have to get undressed."
"Yeahhhhhh." Wilbur gurgled. He jerked at his pants, dragging them down over his feet. He tossed everything aside and beamed at Donna. "Okay," he stated in his deepest masculine voice. "Let's fuck."
He was just another patient, Donna told herself. Another poor sexually hampered person who needed the help of an understanding woman. Treating him could be the first test of her own freedom. By helping him, she could prove to the world that sex was beautiful and that when a man needed help, there should be someone near who was capable of helping him. Ridding Wilbur of his problems would not only help him but could also help Patti. It was her duty to do anything necessary to rid Wilbur of his hang-up.
"Okay," she told him, as she spread her legs. "Stick your cock into me."
Randy leaned against the sofa and viewed the happening. "That's it, baby," he beamed. "This is the way it should be. We'll have our clinic, baby. Maybe one little portion of the world will be better because of it."
"Yes, darling," Donna whispered back. "When I'm finished, I want you to fuck me again, then daddy. Then I want to lick Patti's cunt and play with her tits. I feel so free, so completely free that I'm afraid I'll never get enough of fucking."
"Yes you will sweetheart," Randy said. "After tomorrow, I'm going to be with you every night. If my gouging prick can't satisfy you, then you'll never be satisfied."
"You're sweet." Donna said. The she sighed and waited for Wilbur to thrust his diminutive prick into her wet cunt. There would always be Wilburs and it was her duty to make them happy.
