The reason conventional morality has never worked in this country is simply that there is always some double standard. Men have a different standard than women. The rich ignore the law more than the poor. The churches absolve their own on one hand and condemn to damnation the rest of the world on the other hand. Like the government of the United States, morality is run by special interest groups.
This is being brought up because it is the crux of this novel. A young woman is plopped down into a job in a large department store surrounded by men and women of much greater sexual experience and cynicism than she. And it naturally follows that because she is desirable she will be pursued and, in the course of things, abused.
Society operates this way. People who understand the system misuse it in their favor at the disadvantage of the young and powerless.
There are only so many things actively pursued in life: Power, money and sex. People lie, cheat, steal and kill for these three things more than for any other single motive. It is not surprising, then, when the occurrences outlined in this manuscript take place. They are drawn not directly from life, but from the dark currents of emotion that impel individuals to power, money and sex.
Bear with the author, for he teaches the greatest lesson of all: that selfishness breeds deceit and the degradation of the individual.
-THE PUBLISHER
CHAPTER ONE
Donna Jean DeLong stared at the man sitting on the edge of the wooden packing crate in the back storeroom of the department store. She was completely bewildered.
"You want me to what?" she blurted in dismay.
"Take your pants off, honey. Otherwise, I give the full story to the old man and everyone in the store will know by tonight."
She gazed tearfully at her accuser. "But I haven't done anything," she wailed. "I didn't steal that ring."
The man was viewing her with a sardonic smile and seemed rather anxious to prove that he was right. "They all say that," he retorted. "It doesn't matter. You fuck me and I forget all about the ring. Okay?"
Donna tried to quiet her mind and to slow her rapidly beating heart. She had to think about what the man was saying.
"I haven't done anything," she repeated.
He held up the diamond he had taken from her at the jewelry counter. "You were wearing this," he sneered.
Donna gasped as a mounting fear gripped her. "I was trying it on for size," she said, seeking to explain. "I intended to put it back."
The man's sneer became a part of his smile and his eyes became more arrogant as he glared at her. "They all say that too," he stated harshly. "Girls who steal always claim they were just putting things back."
"But I was," she insisted, about to cry.
He eyed the small purse she carried, reaching for it with a pudgy hand. "Let me see what else you have in there."
She handed it to him, certain it contained no store property, realizing that being cooperative with a store detective could be in her favor.
"You can see there is nothing there," she said, hopefully.
He opened the purse, digging into it with his finger and turning over the contents in search of store property. He gave an unsatisfied grunt, dropped the ring into the purse and snapped it shut.
"This will go hard on you, young lady," he sneered.
Donna sought to protest but couldn't find the words. "But... but... but... " she moaned.
The store detective raised a hand to stop her stuttering. "Don't be so uptight, honey. I'll help you. Just be nice to me."
He was staring at the front of her tight fitting knit dress. "For a little favor, I can forget all about this." He held the purse behind his back as if afraid she might attempt to retrieve it. "The local law frowns on girls who rip off local merchants. This could get you ninety days," he added grimly.
Donna pressed a hand to her lips to restrain the cry of fear that was about to burst from them. He leaned forward as if to take hold of her hand.
"You fuck me, baby, and I'll forget everything."
"You won't tell anyone... " she stammered.
The detective's grin broadened and he began to look pleased. "I can't remember anything when I'm playing with a good looking pussy."
She had to think, to remember what he was saying. He would forget the charges. He wouldn't tell anyone. All she had to do was take her pants off and let him fuck her.
He was boldly staring at her, scrutinizing her short skirt, the shapely legs that showed below it. His eyes bored into her crotch as if able to see her cunt.
He frowned at her hesitation.
"Get them off, baby. I've got a big hot cock that wants to taste the juice of your cute little pussy. Then, I'll drop the charges."
Donna tugged the short skirt up her hips, then removed her bikini panties.
She stepped out of them, placed them on a cardboard carton and stood waiting, holding her dress at waist level.
The man stared at her bare pussy, viewing the dark patch of kinky hair that framed it. He looked immensely pleased. He licked his lips and leered.
"You're a good looking chick," he told her. "A real nice cunt."
She waited, nervously, for him to finish looking. "What you want me to do?" she inquired timidly.
"Get over there." he nodded to a pile of blankets and dust covers. It looked suspiciously convenient.
Donna saw the pile hazily through the film of moisture which filled her eyes. She was on the verge of crying but refused to let the tears fall. She paused beside the blankets.
The man grunted with satisfaction, scrutinized the dress and the bountiful curves it covered. "Take it off," he ordered.
She removed the dress, dropped it on the floor and peered at the makeshift bed.
"Do I have to?" she asked hopefully. One tear welled into Donna's eye and she brushed it away quickly. "Isn't looking at me enough?"
One look at his domineering smile proved it wouldn't be. His voice was harsh and demanding.
"You've got a beautiful cunt, baby. I don't want to just look at it, I want to eat it."
She covered her face with her hands to shut out the vision of his mean face and burning eyes. "Oh no!" she cried with rising despair. "You can't... "
"I can, sweetie," he hissed. "Get your ass on the blankets."
She realized now it was useless to beg. The man was a lust-filled animal who cared nothing about her other than the fact that she had a cunt that could be used. She went down on her knees, crept onto the blankets and spread her legs and closed her eyes. She knew she would have to let him stick his cock in her cunt but she didn't intend to watch him while he did it.
She felt the light touch of his fingers. He brushed the skin of her left breast, then moved his hand slowly around it, tracing a line at the base of Donna's firm pink mounds, then working into the crevice between them. She sensed that he was staring at her tits, possibly debating whether to suck them before thrusting his cock into her unhappy cunt.
The finger moved down her breast, across her stomach, paused for a moment at the indention of her belly button, then continued to the patch of dark hair covering her pussy slit. A slight quiver coursed through her body as he pushed into the soft flesh. She squirmed uneasily.
"You like that, huh?" his voice asked in her ear.
Donna set her lips, refusing to answer his question. That made the detective give a slight chuckle. His finger crooked into the soft lips of her cunt.
She cried, "Oh." Then closed her lips tight against her mounting desire.
The detective was examining her cunt lips, spreading them apart, massaging the interior to arouse the juice which could wet her pussy and make it easy to insert his cock. Donna closed her eyes even tighter, wanting to close out the vision her mind was forming. She didn't want to look at him, to see how large his cock was. She was certain he had lowered his trousers. He might even be aiming his hot prick into the opening of her cunt. I won't think about it, she told herself. She would think about Robert and how they had made out in the back seat of his car after the football game. The Raiders had beaten the Dolphins twenty-four to fourteen and they had celebrated by fucking in the back seat while waiting for the traffic to clear so they could get out of the parking lot. She just wouldn't think...
Donna felt pressure in the lips of her cunt. She set her jaw in a determined line, refusing to permit the groan of pleasure which was forming in her throat to escape. She would permit the man to fuck her, she thought. Yes, I'll let this man fuck me, Robert! I'm letting a man fuck me so he won't say I'm a thief.
There was a split second of pain and momentary panic gripped her, a fear that his cock was too large, that it would never be able to enter her tight cunt and would probably rip her apart. Then moisture oozed from her pussy, wetted the round knob of the detective's huge shaft and it slithered through her pussy opening into the confines of her cunt. She felt his ass bobbing up and down, the hard prick pushing in and out. The detective was actually fucking her and all Donna could do was to remain quiet until he finished. If she could.
Her mind was a whirlpool of torment, burning with the horror of what was happening to her, remembering how it began.
It had been so innocent.
* * *
It had been ten minutes before one o'clock when Donna stopped at the jewelry counter of Barker's Department Store. She had a few minutes to spare before returning to her own counter in the baby's wear department and her attention was drawn to the tray of diamonds on the third shelf. She wanted to examine it so she could explain how it looked to her boyfriend, Robert Barker.
"I want to see that one," she had told the young man behind the counter.
"The engagement ring."
The clerk had lifted the tray from the case and placed it on the glass top.
Then he picked the ring from the tray and held it for her examination.
She gave him a warm smile of appreciation, fully aware that he was gazing intently at her dress top which was pushed out by the contours of her firm young breasts, and examined the stone.
"It's beautiful," she commented. "Really beautiful."
The clerk reluctantly shifted his gaze from the front of her dress to the ring. "Try it on for size," he suggested.
She had placed it on her finger, holding her hand up so she could see the mounting. She had scrutinized it longingly, noting the dainty white gold band and the antique setting. One day, she hoped, Robert would place such a ring on her finger and when he did, she wanted it to be like that ring.
Robert hadn't asked her to marry him yet, but he would, she told herself.
She was sure that Robert was in love with her.
Then, the clock above the watch counter had struck one o'clock and she had jerked the ring, intending to remove it from her finger and place it back in the tray. If she was late, her floor supervisor would put her on report again for tardiness, and with only three weeks of employment, that could mean dismissal. She would have to hurry.
The ring stuck on her finger. The harder she pulled, the more it dug into her flesh. She turned away from the counter, unmindful that people were watching, thrust the finger into her mouth and wet the ring with saliva.
Then she tugged it again. The ring slid free and she sighed with relief.
"You're under arrest!" a voice had proclaimed in her ear, and a hand clamped down on her wrist.
She stared numbly at the man who confronted her.
"Why?" she blurted in bewilderment. "I haven't done anything."
People began crowding around and there was a hum of voices.
"You better come with me," the man told her. "We can discuss this better in private."
So she had gone with the detective, not because she was guilty but because she couldn't stand the people staring. She was feeling self-conscious and humiliated and wanted to go somewhere where no one could see her. She had followed the man past rows of stocked counters, to the back of the store, then through a series of doors until they were in the storage room which was used for slow moving merchandise, and fixtures.
He settled down on the edge of a wooden crate and faced her with cold surveying eyes. "I'll have to place you under arrest," he said.
* * *
And now he was fucking her. The detective was jabbing his hard cock into her wet cunt with little rabbit jerks, slapping his balls down against her soft ass. She had expected him to be rough with her, grasping her flesh with claw-like hands, pulling her pussy lips apart so he could thrust his pole-like penis into her soft vagina. But he didn't. There was only a slight brush of something soft, then a pressure at her pussy lips, which moved farther up into her cunt tunnel.
The detective was pushing into her, gently, as if waiting to see if his prick could touch her womb before he gave in to his sadistic desire to pump his burning cock up and down in her cunt.
Then he began humping up and down, moving his massive prick in the confines of her reluctant pussy, stretching her cunny.
She opened her eyes, peering up into his sweaty face. His bushy hair hung down over his forehead and swung to and fro as he sawed his cock in and out of her slippery slot.
She wanted to tell him to stop, to cry that he was raping her, but she couldn't. A pain was building in the cheeks of her ass and working up her tender body to the base of her cunt. Her legs began to jerk and her thighs quivered with eagerness. She wanted this man to fuck her, to fuck her real hard.
She whispered, "Oh Jesus, oh dear Jesus!"
He thrust his hot cock into the spongy flesh of her slippery cunt and each thrust brought new sensations to her body. Sensations she had never experienced before. The head of his cockshaft stabbed into the underside of her belly. Each time it plunged home, she jerked on the padded blankets.
"Oh fuck me, mister!" she whispered in an urgent voice. "Fuck me real hard!"
The sound gurgled in her throat and she thrashed her head from side to side, experiencing an ecstatic pleasure she had never known before. Robert had never fucked her like this.
She whimpered softly. "My cunt, oh my cunt! You're scraping the skin off my cunt! Ohhhhhhh!"
The man slowed, then stopped fucking. He glared down at her. "What the fuck's eating you?" he demanded. "Ain't a man ever fucked you before?"
"Don't stop," she pleaded. "Work your cock inside of me."
He started thrusting again.
"Fuck hard, real hard! Harder!"
He was beating his cock into her tight grasping cunt with the fervor of a humping dog on an overheated bitch. Like he wanted to come, to squirt his hot juice into her soft receiving pussy. Then, maybe, get down between her legs and lick that hot cunt until it was dry. He squeezed the nipple of her left tit and slobbered with pleasure.
"You're a good fuck, baby, a real good fuck. Don't give this away to kids anymore. This is man stuff. Just for me, baby. Save this manfuck cunt for me."
Donna didn't know what he was talking about. She hadn't fucked any kids. She didn't know how to fuck kids. During her teens, she had never had an orgasm until she masturbated in the bathroom. Robert had been her first sexual partner and she wanted him to be the last.
"I'll never fuck anybody but you, Robert," she whispered to herself.
"Robert ain't got no sense," the man growled. "Forget about him. You just save this little hunk of cunt for daddy."
"I like it," she cooed, in happy appreciation. "It's good... Oh God, it's good... push that beautiful cock all the way up my cunt!"
He was pushing his prick in her sex hole and the exertion was making him pant. Saliva dropped from his mouth and fell on her tits. He wiped it off with a rough hand. He was beginning to perspire and the odor of sweat and cunt juice was strong in her nostrils. It was turning her on like she had never been turned on before.
"Rub my cunt," she whispered. "Stick your finger in it."
He was jerking up and down, pumping his wet prick into her sucking cunt.
Juice was welling out of it, running down his cock to the base of his scrotum, oozed down his balls, then smeared against the crack of her ass when he slammed his cock into her wet hole. She could feel the shaft jerk and the round knob slammed against the puckered opening of her womb. A spurt of hot cum flooded up the end of her vagina, oozed back along the length of her pussy and flowed through her cunt lips. It ran down her ass, trickled across the vibrating blankets and dripped down to the floor.
The man sank down flat on her trembling body. He was panting rapidly.
"You're a real good fuck, baby. A real good fuck. We will have to do it again, real soon."
Then he pulled free, wiped his dripping prick on a dust cover, pulled up his pants, gave her a big grin, a soft goodbye and he was gone.
Donna lay exhausted for a long moment, unable to think, unable to speak, unable to move. Then she found her voice and began to cry softly. She wiped some of the mess from her soaked, matted pussy hair, then pulled on her dress, retrieved her panties and went to the ladies room. There, she washed as best she could, then went back to her counter, hoping that the floor supervisor wouldn't notice that she was almost an hour late.
CHAPTER TWO
The next day was Thursday and Donna went to work with a deep sense of misgiving. Robert hadn't called Wednesday evening as expected and she was tormented with a fear that he had heard about her encounter with the store detective.
It was almost noon before the notion of impending tragedy could be forced from her mind. It was the young man at the camera counter who made her change her mind.
"Why so glum?" he inquired with a soft smile. "Lose your ticket to the Raiders' game Saturday?"
She grinned at his implication, knowing that he knew she was an avid Raider fan.
"Nothing so drastic," she told him with a shake of her head. "Just feeling a little glum."
He gave her a knowing look and his smile grew a little deeper. "How about lunch?" he suggested. "That should cheer you up."
When they were out on the street, strolling slowly along, looking into the windows, Donna promptly forgot her anxiety. She liked the boy. He didn't have a forceful personality like Robert but he was nice. He told her his name was Mitch and asked her to pose for a picture in front of a window that was filled with fall fashions.
His camera was a Polaroid which made instant pictures, popping them out of the front as fast as he punched the release button. He snapped them of her standing on the street corner, sitting on a fireplug. One even waving for a taxi. She looked at the results, finding them a little humorous and cute.
Snapshots of her smiling at the camera-a profile for her Grecian bone structure and the view of her sitting on the fire hydrant with her legs crossed. It wasn't until she saw the last shot that she realized he had attempted to photograph more leg than face.
They weren't talking football anymore. Mitch's attention remained on the pictures and he was explaining how photogenic she was, how much he would like to photograph her properly and before she realized it, she had agreed to go by his apartment to look at some of his equipment.
"Only take a few minutes," he explained casually. "It's only a few blocks."
When she nodded her assent, he added. "We can have that drink there too."
That was when he took a picture of her waving for a cab.
In the back seat of the cab, he settled down beside her, still talking pictures and film and cameras. It was then that he put his hand in her lap while explaining why the lens aperture had to be opened up if the speed of the shutter was increased. She smiled at his explanation because she didn't understand a word of what he was saying. She pretended not to notice the hand, attempting to keep her mind on what he was saying so she could give him sensible answers.
Then his hand was pulling back her skirt, worming it up to her waist so he could get his hand down inside her brief bikini panties and his finger was touching the soft slit above her pussy. She discovered that her pussy was all wet and her panties were sagging at the crotch from the dampness. She wiggled and said, "Ooooohh." That made him chuckle. After that, his finger wormed up into the soft flesh of her cunt and it felt so good that she just couldn't make him take it away.
He talked all the way to the apartment, keeping her mind so occupied that Donna couldn't think of what she was doing or rationalize the fact they were taking an awful long time to go a few blocks in the cab. When she mentioned it, he patted her on the leg and told her not to worry.
"Lots of time, chickie," he beamed at her. "We're just minutes from the store."
The apartment was nice, she thought, in spite of the fact it was done in a masculine taste with photos of nude women on the walls and a huge stereo console against one wall. Mitch motioned to the pictures proudly. To get the girls in the mood, was the way he explained them. "Naked girls always make the chicks feel less inhibited about posing."
Donna viewed his remark with a bit of suspicion, remembering that she had agreed to being photographed. "I couldn't do that." She hoped that her voice didn't make the statement sound like a rejection.
Mitch shrugged, brushing the thought away. "Doesn't matter. Lots of chicks around."
If his answer was supposed to make her feel rejected, it did. It was like she wasn't desirable, that she was the wrong type for such pictures.
Donna didn't like feeling that way. "Perhaps I could," she said, changing her mind after a few minutes of thought. "No one would have to know."
"Of course not," he agreed briskly. "Absolutely no one." He nodded his head sideways to emphasize the words 'absolutely no one'.
Because she wanted to, Donna forgot about the intended nude shots as he shot her standing beside the stereo, then sitting on the floor. One shot had her on the floor with her legs drawn up, skirt pulled back, reading the wording on an album of records. All the while, Mitch talked about her figure, saying it was trim and willowy, that her face was perfect for pictures because of its angular bone structure. Robert had never said anything like that and it made Donna feel good and important. When he suggested just one girlie shot, she said yes again, in spite of the fact she didn't know what he was talking about.
"Now the naked bit," he explained when she asked.
A rise of panic gripped Donna. She hesitated to answer.
His face creased into an amused grin, Mitch handed her one of the photographs of her on the floor.
"I've already seen your cunt. One without your pants would make a much better picture."
She viewed the photo with shock. Wisps of hair were sticking from under the fabric of her bikini bottom and only half of her cunt had been covered by the fabric. Excitement gripped the girl. She moved dreamlike, positioning herself for the camera. Her crotch tingled.
It really wasn't so bad, she decided, as Mitch took picture after picture A photo of her, looking at records, legs up, legs down, legs spread, knees up with legs spread. Each one showing a little more cunt than the former. Donna forgot about stopping and was at the end of the roll of film before she realized that Mitch was snapping picture after picture of her without her clothing.
She forced a feeble grin as she viewed the results. A thin, black-haired girl peered back at her from each square of cardboard, apparently unaware that her cunt was in full view in each of the shots, and in some, the soft cunt lips pulled open for the viewer to look at.
She felt suddenly weak and only partially heard Mitch's next suggestion.
"How about some fuck shots? Me on top of you... you know... like we are fucking?"
The suggestion made Donna numb. She stared at him, shocked at the kind of pictures he meant. A picture of him on top of her, fucking, would mean that both of them would have to be naked. He seemed so honest and so thrilled by taking nude pictures of her that the girl didn't want to come right out and say no. Besides, he was so good looking, his shoulders were so broad, his chest so full that she found herself thinking how nice it would be to look at him naked. She nodded, without speaking. She couldn't say anything because she felt too ashamed.
He undressed, then set up a tripod, placing the camera in position and cocking the automatic shutter. Then he nodded that he was ready.
She got on the sofa first, legs spread, peering up at the spot where he would be after he pushed the button and raced to take his position. She smiled softly.
He sighted once more through the finder, made adjustments, found the view most to his liking and released the timer. Three long strides carried him to the sofa and he flopped down over her, his prick between her legs, his body covering hers. The flash bulb exploded and the flash of light proved that the shutter had worked. They had their first picture. When he looked at it, she could see he was disappointed.
He cocked the shutter for another shot.
This time, he had her sitting up on the sofa, her right leg dangling over the side, the other stretched out. The pink lips of her pert little cunt yawned invitingly.
Mitch pushed the shutter release, darted across the space and sank down on his knees in front of her inviting cunt. Then he leaned into her spread legs, thrusting his tongue into the soft flesh of her pussy. The flash bulb threw its brilliance across the scene.
Donna muttered, "Oh God." She sank back onto the sofa, forgetting the picture, forgetting the time, mindful of only one thing. That warm, soft tongue that was thrust into the open lips of her wet cunt, licking up the sweet juice and lapping across the small nub of her clitoris.
"That's awful nice," she whispered. "I like it."
His happy tongue curled back into the confines of her vagina, lapped the tender flesh, then drew back, wiping up more juice, brushing it through the open cunt lips into his waiting mouth. He lapped hungrily.
Donna murmured, "Oh gosh." She pushed against the sofa, forcing her groin beyond the edge of the cushions, opening her legs wide to receive him.
She gurgled happily. "You're making my cunt feel so good. Oh yesssss!" She forced her cunt against his mouth, waiting, eagerly.
Mitch paused in the action long enough to take a deep breath. "You have a nice tight cunt, baby. I want to fuck you. Fucking a cunt like yours would be super!"
Donna heard the pounding of her beating heart and tried to listen to what he was saying. He liked her. He liked licking her cunt, and it felt so good.
What was he asking now? She raised her head, to see what he was doing.
"Yess, Mitch... Oh darling... Ump... Mmmmmmm... "
She could see only the top of his head and a bit of his forehead. He appeared to be bobbing it in and out as his tongue thrust repeatedly into the open lips of her cunt.
"You want to do what?" she murmured. "Oh... that sounds delicious...
You're making my cunt feel so good... You don't know what you're doing to me... sucking that soft skin inside my cunt... " She wiggled her ass, raised it slightly from the surface of the sofa. His nose pushed tightly against the slit and hair above her pussy.
"Oh yessss!" she muttered after a delightful moan. "Lick up all my cunt juice... " She opened one eye, sighted the distance of his balls from her hand and reached hungrily for it. "Let me hold your cock, darling. I want to feel it, to squeeze it. Ohhhhhhhh! Oh God, suck my cunt some more."
She brushed her hand along his chest, feeling for his stomach, then wanting to go lower, to find his cock. She couldn't reach it. She muttered, "Damn."
Mitch must have understood. He moved closer to Donna, rising from the floor and bending over her so he could still reach her cunt but his cock dangled near her hand. She grasped it, pulled it toward her, reaching for it with her mouth.
"Oh God," she moaned. "I want to suck it."
Mitch slapped at her hand. "Don't break it off!" he blurted. He pulled back, taking his cock out of her reach. "I want to fuck you, you stupid chick!" he snapped tersely. "I want to blow my balls in your cunt!"
Donna raised her ass even higher, putting her hands under her back to steady it. "Oh yes, darling," she whimpered. "Fill my cunt with that gorgeous prick! I want you to come inside of me! Split me in half if you want to! Just fuck and fuck and fuck!"
He attempted to climb on her but found the sofa too narrow to be comfortable. He muttered, "Oh shit!" Then he got back on the floor. She tumbled down alongside of him.
"Fuck me, please Mitch." she panted. "Stick your cock in me. I'm just burning all over! I never wanted to fuck so bad in my life! Give it to me, honey. Please!"
He guided her thighs apart and she could feel his hand brushing the pale pink skin, to the mound of black hair that tufted downward from her crotch.
She knew it was moist and slippery, wet with the juice of her eager cunt, which was just begging for the touch of his elongated prick.
He guided his prick into the wet lips of her anxious pussy and the pink bulb at the head nestled there as he smiled down into her face. "You're a real cunt, baby, a real cunt," he whispered. "This fuck will make you scream with pleasure."
She wiggled her ass and twisted her head back and forth. "Then do it!" she gasped. "Don't just talk. Stick that prick in my cunt and do something." She grimaced and let out a deep breath. "Ohhhhh," she murmured under her breath.
"Ohhhhhhh!"
She squirmed again as the bulbous head of his stiff prick pushed into the soft flesh of her hot cunt. The feeling was wonderful but at the same time, she was certain that his cock was going to rip her cunt to pieces. She squirmed again, settling her cunt mouth down over the long shaft until her cunt was entirely full of prick. One quarter of his long shaft remained to be swallowed up. She could feel him butting against her, his scrotum banging against the skin of her ass. Each attempt brought new sensations and her groans grew even louder.
"That's it, Mitch honey. Shove that prick all the way in! God, what a wonderful prick. Push, honey. Please push... " He was grunting, struggling, telling her that he was pushing, that his cock was in as far as it would go. She wiggled again, grabbed at the cheeks of her ass as if intending to spread them apart, to make more room for his cock. It felt so good, she mused. She wanted all of him inside of her, even if he had to ram a hole in her belly.
"Squeeze my ass, honey," she pleaded. "Sometimes that helps."
He grasped the round cheeks of her ass, squeezing the skin, digging into it with his fingernails. She felt the pain, muted at first, then growing stronger until it made the skin around her asshole begin to quiver.
"Stick your finger in it," she begged. "Push your finger up my asshole!"
He forced a finger between the cheeks of her ass, found the tight puckered asshole and reamed into it. It made her quiver all over.
"Now fuck me, honey," she pleaded. "Fuck me until I come... " He removed the finger from her ass, re-stationed his body over her and began working his aching cock in her cunt. It seemed difficult work.
He groaned unhappily and grasped his jacking peter between his fingers.
"Raise your ass," he demanded.
She lifted her legs, wound them loosely about his torso, raising her ass from the floor and tilting her bottom upward. Her tight pussy was at a higher elevation and she was certain that he found it more comfortable. He began pumping rapidly and his face held an expression of extreme delight.
The stiff prick slammed down into her hungry cunt.
Donna cooed with happiness. "Ohhhhhhh!"
Mitch panted from the exertion. He was panting heavily, blowing hot gusts of air that slapped against her cheek. It smelled of booze and beer and she wondered how many drinks he had had before lunch time. He was pumping up and down like a tardy rabbit, smacking his groin against her raised ass, slapping his wet prick into her slobbering, sucking cunt. Her cunt was popping air like tender little farts and the sound goaded him into increased action. She could see his eyes open wide at the action beginning to rise from his balls, and his gasps of pleasure were loud in her ears.
He was yelping, "Oh Jesus... Oh Jesus... " Her tender insides were answering to the pounding of his driving prick and each slamming blow made the pleasure grow a little stronger. It was coming now, she was sure of it.
Then it burst within her like the opening of a tender flower. Her lips parted, her nostrils flared and a slight moan escaped her throat.
"Make me come... I'm going to come... Oh God, I'm coming... " Her cry ended in a long sighing wail. She clamped her legs about his waist as if afraid of being cast free and clung to him as his cock bucked inside her tortured cunt. She could feel the hot cock juice spurting into her pussy, felt the last lunging jerk of the hard prick as it spewed the white cream toward her womb.
She threw back her head and gurgled deep in her throat. "Oh Jesus, Mitch...
Oh God, Mitch... Oh Mitch... Ohhhhh... " He lay for a moment, his body a dead weight on her own, then he got up. His dripping cock began to droop and he eyed it with a sigh of complete satisfaction.
"You're a good fuck, chickie," he said, half aloud. "A real super fuck. We must do it again." Then he wiped his cock on a white cloth and began to dress.
Donna's ass was still quivering with the excitement of being fucked so completely. She lay for a moment, then hurriedly dressed, well aware that she would be over an hour late for work and that the supervisor would undoubtedly put her on report again.
CHAPTER THREE
Thursday night went by without a call from Robert. Donna was plunged into a depth of despondency that carried through the night. She awoke the next morning certain that Robert had heard about her involvement in the back room and didn't intend to see her anymore. She didn't want to believe that such a thing could happen but decided there could be no other reason for his failure to call.
Going to work proved especially painful, knowing that Robert was in the office upstairs and she wouldn't be able to see him anymore. He never went out to lunch except with his father or the store manager and she seldom saw him at quitting time. At ten-thirty she could stand it no longer and tried calling his desk on the store intercom phone.
"He isn't taking calls right now," the girl who answered the phone told her.
"Can I take a message?"
Donna said no and hung up.
By eleven-thirty, she was so depressed and so wretched she decided to report in sick. She was putting her book away when the intercom phone by the baby wear counter shrilled.
The voice on the phone was Robert's and instant fear took the place of her depression. She was certain he was calling to tell her he had heard of what had happened with the store detective and he didn't want to see her anymore.
But the voice on the phone didn't sound mad. Robert seemed very pleased about something.
"Chester and Viola want to go with us tomorrow," he told her. "I wanted to check with you first. Will that be okay?"
Donna sighed with a deep sense of relief. Robert wasn't mad at her and he hadn't been told anything. The nicest part was, he still intended to take her to the football game tomorrow. She went back to her counter, still intensely pleased that her secret was still safe and Robert would never have to know when the store detective arrived.
"I want to talk to you. I think we better go into the back room."
The numbing fear was stronger. Donna peered at him helplessly. "I don't want to. Do we have to?"
The man grunted and turned on his heel and strode rapidly down the aisle toward the rear of the store.
Donna felt as if she was doing everything all over again in slow motion, like the football players in a game replay to show how the action of the play has gone. She followed the man through the same series of doors until they were in the back storage room and he was sitting on the edge of a wooden crate.
"Glad to see you decided to cooperate," he told her with his leering smile.
Donna sought to quiet her pounding heart. "You said you wanted to talk."
"I really want to fuck!"
She stared at him in alarm. "Fuck?" she stammered.
He grunted as if he found her confusion humorous. "That's the bit, baby.
Stick my cock in your juicy little cunt." He spelled the word then said it again. "F U C K. Fuck."
Donna cringed in dismay. It couldn't be happening again. It had to be some kind of joke. Her answer burst from her lips in a cry. "I can't do that!"
That animalistic grin that had frightened her before recreating his determined face. "You'll do it, baby. Either that or Robert hears, all about his little whore!"
She stammered again. "But... but... but... " He was surveying her with cold eyes. There was a growing bulge in the crotch of his pants. He rubbed it nervously.
"The panties, baby. I can't fuck you with them on."
It was useless to argue. It hadn't stopped him before and apparently wouldn't stop him now. She knew she would have to give in. She removed her panties, placed them on a packing box and started to remove her dress. The detective stopped her.
"Never mind the dress. Just bend over."
Donna stopped in confusion, holding the dress at her waist. "Bend over?" she asked tearfully.
"Right on, baby, right on. Just haul your little ole ass over here where I can jab my cock into it."
Donna began to tremble. The man was not only acting like an animal but was also talking like one.
"No!" she wailed.
"Then I go to the old man and tell him all about us."
Donna's voice broke with a sob. "But I haven't done anything."
"Fucking on company time. The boss doesn't like that."
"But you... But... " The man unzipped his pants and pushed them down over his hips exposing his shorts.
He hissed at her in irritation. "Don't get uptight, baby. Get your ass over here and nobody needs to know." He opened his shorts and let his stiff prick flop out.
Donna stared at it with revulsion. It looked so huge, so fat, so... so... so awful. There was no use stalling. To irritate him might bring quick retribution. Robert would find out about how she'd been fucking. She held her raised dress tight to her stomach and turned, bending down so her cunt was exposed to his dangling cock.
The gross store detective gave Donna a light pat on the hip, then spread the cheeks of her ass so he could peer at her asshole. She heard him making sounds, as if pleased by what he was seeing. Then a finger touched the tender rim of flesh.
"Mmmmm," he muttered. "That's nice." He pushed a finger into the tight opening of her asshole.
Donna wiggled her ass and cried out. "Stop it!"
The finger jabbed harder.
She moaned and wiggled her ass again. "Don't!" she blurted. "Take your finger out of my asshole!"
The detective gave her a sharp slap on the buttocks as his irritation and anger grew. The slap was followed by a bellow.
"Shut up, you stupid slut!" He pushed his finger deeper into her rectum.
Donna gritted her teeth and strained her muscles to tighten them around his finger. She wanted to kick back at him, to make him feel some of the pain he was inflicting on her.
He was making noises behind her, animal noises, like some hungry jackal intent on its prey.
"Uhhhhhhh... " The finger twisted in her asshole, going deeper and deeper until she was certain it must be pushing against her belly.
"Oh God," she whispered. "Oh God!"
The man grunted and pushed on her hip. "Shut up. Hold your ass still!"
She tried to remain quiet, but the pain was excruciating. The finger was gouging her insides and she wanted to scream aloud. She clamped her teeth tight to restrain it.
"Nice," the man said again.
He pulled his finger from her asshole and wiped it on the flesh of her buttocks. "You're tight, baby," he muttered in a pleased tone. "Really tight."
There was a short silence, then something big and soft pushed into her tight asscheeks. The bulbous end of his stiff prick nuzzled the tender opening of her asshole.
Donna wiggled again. "Don't do that!" she snapped.
He grasped the cheeks of her ass in his huge hands and jerked them wide apart. "Shut up," the man said again.
She was certain that his tremendous cock would rip her ass apart, that he would shoot cum all over her belly. She cried out in terror.
"Stop it or I'll scream!"
The man said, "Oh shit!"
He pulled his prick from her tortured asshole and lowered it to the lips of her cunt. He rubbed the soft lips, feeling the kinky tuft of hair that hung down from the tender opening.
"Bend down," he ordered. "Open your cunt up."
Donna lowered her head, bent her body deep, spreading her legs far apart and waited for him to thrust the stiff shaft into her cunt. "Please hurry," she murmured anxiously.
The man grunted and said, "Shut up."
She could see he was having a problem as he searched for her cunt. He had to spread his legs wide in order to lower his own groin to the level of her pussy. She heard him making lewd guttural grunts as he muttered to himself.
Then the round head of his stiff cock pushed against her tender gash. He grunted again, forced the lips of her cunt apart with his fingers, then guided his rod into the opening.
Donna moaned once more. "Oh God!"
It was happening again. This man was fucking her against her will and there wasn't a thing she could do about it. Her mind was in a turmoil. Oh please, please... she thought... don't let this happen again... please help me God...
She twisted to look back between her legs, hoping to see what he was doing.
His legs arched up from the floor and his pants lay in a pile between them.
She could see his huge balls dangling between her thighs, slapping back and forth like some pendulums as he jacked his cock into her hurting cunt.
He humped over her, gloatingly holding onto her hips, rocking into the action and pushing his wet cock deep into the confines of her tight pussy, grinding his groin lasciviously into the cheeks of her ass as if probing for every last inch of penetration.
His animal grunts grew louder. With each grunt, he jabbed angrily into her tender pussy. It was as if he was mad at her and she couldn't understand why. She cried out in an agonized wail.
"Ooooooo God! What are you doooooing to me?"
The detective gave a gleeful laugh and his fingers dug into the skin of her hips.
"Oooooooo, God!" she cried again. She twisted her head from side to side so he could see what his relentless pounding of her tortured cunt was doing to her. "Stop... Oh please stop."
One hand dug into Donna's hip while an arm circled her waist. The added leverage was putting more pressure on her pussy and she felt as if she was being crushed.
"Please, oh please," she moaned.
He hissed back at her. "Shut up, bitch!"
His plunging dick slammed against the underside of her belly, drew back, then jabbed into it again. The action was motivating nerves and muscles and, to her sudden horror, Donna realized that the one thing she didn't want to happen, actually was. Words she had been determined not to use came tumbling from her lips in a frenzied torrent.
"Oh Jesus, fuck me, fuck me... " She turned tear stained eyes back at him, pleading, begging, desiring even more than he was giving.
"Do it faster, Oh God, do it faster! Jab that cock into me, please, do it fast!"
His hands went to her hips. The tempo of his plunging cock increased until he was pumping back and forth like a snapping piston. Each plunging drive of his fleshy rod was adding to her sexual ecstasy.
"Fuck me," she moaned with mounting fervor. "Fuck me to my knees."
Without hesitation, Donna arched her hips more, lowered her chest to force her hungry cunt to a higher elevation.
"Hold your ass still," the man blurted behind her. His fingers dug into the flesh of her hips for added support.
She felt as if she was completely full of plunging cock and the fast action of his rocking had aroused her to the point that the juices of her own pussy had completely lubricated her hot cunt, wetting the thrusting prick with a soft slipperiness that made it easy for him to force his cock all the way into the gripping flesh between her thighs. She heard him gritting his teeth as he clung to her, fucking with long powerful strokes, driving his slimy cock all the way up her begging cunt. She felt it swell as his own muscles responded and he thought about all of the sweet hot cock juice that would pour from her aroused pussy.
She wanted to scream with pleasure, to tell him that everything was all right, that she liked his way of fucking her. He was so hot, so goddamned big and hot.
She stared at his bouncing balls, watching his cock jabbing in and out of her rosy cunt, heard his grunts of labored exertion and felt a little guilty because she was enjoying it so much.
It felt so goddamn good...
"Ohhhhhhhhaaa... " she moaned. "Fill me with it... shoot your cock juice... Ahhhhhh... " The detective jerked, then bucked behind her, jabbing hard into her sucking cunt. Then he became slightly rigid as his hard roll spewed the hot cum into her waiting twat. She heard his gasp of pleasure, then the soft cooing sigh of relief as his warm cock juice welled up into her cunt, then he loosened his grasp on her hips. He pulled his prick free of her wet pussy and slowly raised it, tracing a wet line up the crack of her ass to the tender rim of her asshole. He nuzzled the tender rosette, then jammed his still stiff prick into her puckered opening.
"Oh God, no!" Donna wailed. "Don't do that now... " His answer was to grab her around the waist as he pushed his prick into her tender rectum. "Shut up, you stupid slut! I want to fuck your ass!"
Donna tried to pull free of his tight grasp. She wanted to believe that it couldn't happen to her again. This had to be an addition to an overworked nightmare. But she knew it wasn't. The hard cock in her asshole proved that the situation was real and there was little she could do about it.
"Please... " she protested in an attempt to make him understand. "You're making me ill!"
"Hold your ass still, you stupid bitch!" He spat the words at her, angry that she was making his pleasure so difficult. His arms grasped her tighter, forcing his cock all the way up her tight asshole.
Behind them, there was a sound and Donna suddenly realized that someone had entered the room. Two additional legs appeared behind the arched two that belonged to the man. There was a deep intake of breath and then a surprised exclamation.
"Why Mr. Barker! What are you doing? If the girl says no, shouldn't that be enough?"
The store detective stopped thrusting his pecker in Donna's rectum and twisted about to see who was speaking. He was silent for a moment, confused by the sudden, unexpected confrontation. Then he found his voice. He glared at the floor supervisor who had entered.
"What the hell you doing, Lampson, spying on me?"
Lampson surveyed the scene in one quick glance. He gave Barker a knowing look and sneered openly. "Not really. I was looking for my sales clerk."
"Then get the hell out of here!" the man shouted angrily. "Can't you see I'm busy!"
The supervisor shifted his gaze to the girl, taking a sudden interest in her naked body and what he could see of her that wasn't hidden by the store detective.
"So I see," he agreed.
Donna twisted her head. All she could see was the legs. Two bare ones and two clothed ones. The clothed ones were in gray fabric and it dawned on her that the voice and the fabric went very much together. Her supervisor! She bucked forward, pulling her rectum free of the man's cock. She stared at Lampson.
She wanted to die, but all she could do was mumble, "Oh no, not you... " The thin face below the gray eyes and graying hair creased in a sardonic smile. The thin lips leered. "Hello Donna," Lampson said. His gaze clung to the spot of dark wet hair that framed her wet cunt. "I wondered what you were doing."
"He made me... " Donna said, seeking to explain.
Lampson nodded agreeably. "I know, doll. Mr. Barker has a demanding cock."
Donna froze as the name was spoken the second time. "Barker... " she repeated. "This is Mr. Barker?"
Barker frowned and quickly jerked his pants up and stuffed in his shirt. All the while, he was staring at Donna's dripping snatch.
"Not Mr. Barker, baby. Leonard, I'm Leonard, Robert's brother." He buckled his pants and brushed his black hair back with a nervous hand.
"You ain't going to say nothing to the old man?" he asked Lampson. "He'd sure raise hell!"
Lampson smiled slyly and shifted his gaze from Donna's wet cunt to her agonized face. "Not a word," he confided. "Not one word! That is unless..."
Barker's eyes narrowed as he faced the supervisor. "Unless what?" he asked suspiciously.
"Unless Donna refused to cooperate with me too."
Donna heard his statement like a sentence of doom. What the supervisor was saying could mean only one thing. She would have to fuck him also or he would tell Mr. Barker that he had caught her and Robert's half brother fucking in the back room.
She knew she could never permit that.
CHAPTER FOUR
The football game was scheduled for one o'clock at the Oakland Coliseum and Donna was up at eight so she would have ample time to get ready. Robert had told her to wear jeans and she borrowed a pair from Verna, her roommate.
Verna was one size smaller and the jeans fit her snugly at the hips. They also fit tight across the cheeks of her ass and pulled up so tight in her crotch that the fabric was forced into the slit of her cunt. It was very noticeable and she was certain that Robert would like it.
As a top, she wore an old paisley shirt which fit so loosely that she could go without a bra and no one would notice. Robert liked loose shirts. It was easier to get inside of them to play with her tits. Whatever Robert wanted, Robert got and she couldn't see any reason why his desire to play with her tits should be any different.
Donna took an exceptionally long shower, washing her hair and lathering her cunt so she would be clean all over. If Robert wanted to play with her pussy, she would be ready for him there also. After the game she could bring Robert up to the apartment and they could be alone together.
She was still thinking about it when Robert arrived. She hurried down at the sound of the horn. Robert introduced Viola and Chester in the back seat.
Chester said 'chaumed' with a thick Boston brogue and offered a limp hand for her to shake. A recent hair cut had uncovered his ears which stuck out like bat's wings. Viola pushed a lock of long blonde hair from her face, then tossed it back across her shoulder with a shake of her head.
"Nice we could get together, honey," she told Donna. "It's so much more fun to have someone else along."
Robert gave her hand a squeeze as she slid across the seat of his new Cadillac, to be close to him.
"Glad you wore the jeans," he stated after they were settled. "Going up those ramps can give the guys down under a real eye full."
Donna said, "Oh." A rolled blanket nestled in the space between them and she was curious as to what he was going to use it for.
The car was very quiet as they rolled along highway seventeen. It was so quiet that Donna could hear the conversation that was going on between Chester and Viola in the rear seat. Viola was giggling as if highly amused by what she was doing. Periodic grunts burst from Chester, followed by a long sigh.
Donna twisted, looking back, wanting to view what was happening. Viola had her hand in Chester's crotch and her fingers were squeezing his cock bulge which was prominently visible. Each time her fingers closed, Chester grunted. Viola giggled again, then jerked her hand away. She smiled feebly at Donna.
Robert tapped her on the elbow. "Don't peek, Donna," he told her. "Let them play."
She settled back in the spot beside him.
The grunts were getting louder. She tried to visualize what was going on.
Chester sounded so happy, so pleased that she just had to see what was going on. She didn't want to peek again but she had to.
Chester half sat, half laid in the corner of the back seat, his pants unzipped, the fly open. Viola was holding his penis. It looked long and thin and the round, pink head of it was peeking up out of her closed fingers.
Viola bent down, thrust out her tongue and licked it across the tip of Chester's hard prick. Chester's eyes opened wide in pleased astonishment and he blubbered. "Oh, boy, oh boy, oh boy."
Donna shifted her gaze back to the road, well aware that a red flush was creeping up her cheeks. She tried to pretend she hadn't seen anything. She hadn't known that people acted like that. Her mother had always told her that sex was something sacred, something not to be indulged in public and had always warned her about doing things in the open that wouldn't be ladylike. Her mother had always been such a marvelous person.
She glanced at Robert, approving of the face which she considered so well formed and manly. His hair shaped in against his head just above the collar and clung close to his neck. He had kidded her once, telling her that it was a sandy colored wig but she knew better. Anything that nice had to be real.
His shoulders... She twisted to look at the one next to her. It looked so broad... his arms... He had muscular arms that could squeeze her ribs and hands that could be soft, gentle and understanding. She remembered how they had felt when his fingers had been exploring her pussy in the back seat. She looked down at the hand that had just dropped away from the steering wheel.
It was scratching his balls.
Chester was groaning in the back seat. Donna glanced back quickly, then turned to stare through the windshield at the rushing white spots which marked the division of lanes on the highway. The one glance had been enough.
She felt embarrassed for having looked. She had seen what she knew had to be true; Viola, bent over Chester, his stiff prick in her tight set mouth. Her head was bobbing up and down, massaging it with her soft red lips. Donna had seen enough to realize that she had seen an example of what her mother had always warned her about. 'Men will want you to suck them off,' her mother had said. She had made it very plain that it was not the nice thing to do.
She stared hard at the pavement, watching the white blotches rush by. The motion was soothing and hypnotizing. She was becoming drowsy. She would hold onto Robert, she mused. She could hold his hand and the contact would reassure her of his love. But first she would have to find the hand. Her left hand moved down into the space at his crotch, touching the taut fabric of his pants. It felt warm and she cupped her hand over it, squeezing as she had seen Viola do. Something soft and warm underneath began to move. It was growing, forming a lump where there had been only a flatness before.
Robert sucked in a fast breath. "That feels good, Donna," he said in a gratified whisper. "Do it some more."
He liked what she was doing and that made her happy. She hadn't realized he would be so easy to please. She continued to squeeze the soft lump until it became larger and hard and Robert was making noises and telling her to do things she didn't understand.
"Give me head, baby. Give me head," he whispered in a hoarse voice.
She moved closer to him, put her head against his shoulder but she could see that wasn't what he meant.
He was groaning as if in intense pain. "Grab my cock, baby. Grab my cock."
She looked at him, puzzled.
Robert jerked the zipper of his pants, pushed it down, opening the fly, then he released his belt and let the front fly open. "Take it out, Donna," he ordered.
She stared at the bulge, now restrained by his printed Bermuda shorts as if she didn't know what to do. His expression of pleasure turned to one of irritation. He pulled at the buttons of his shorts, forcing them open, releasing the front, exposing his penis which plopped through the opening, thrusting outward and upward. He gave another deep sigh and scratched the hair around the base of it.
"Head, baby," he said again. "Give me head."
Donna leaned down to peer at the inflating organ. This was the first time she had ever seen Robert grow a hardon. The time they had fucked in the back seat, he had pushed it into her cunt and she hadn't seen it until he had already climaxed and it was small again. This was much more fun, she decided.
Robert lifted his balls through the open front of his shorts and let them lay, semi-flaccid under his stiff cock. She touched the bag timidly, then put her fingers around it and squeezed.
Robert's eyes opened wide, he squirmed in the seat and blurted, "Oh shit!"
Donna removed her hand from his balls and placed it around the shaft of his cock. She closed her fingers around it and squeezed with the top finger.
Robert cooed softly and a tremor rippled across the cheeks of his face. He muttered.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh" Donna worked her fingers up the shaft of Robert's stiff penis, squeezing gently, noticing how rigid it was.
"I think it's pretty," she said pleasantly.
Robert said, "Oh Christ!"
Chester was moaning louder and Donna had to lean close to hear what Robert was saying.
"Suck my cock!" Robert growled. "My balls are about to burst!"
Donna hesitated. She was confused and bewildered. Robert had never spoken that way to her before and it bothered her. She glanced back at Viola, peering at her engaged lips, noting the base of Chester's prick which was the only part not in Viola's mouth. She wondered how any girl could stand to do that.
Robert scowled at her hesitation. "Jerk it off," he growled with irritation.
"I have to steer this damn car or I'd do it myself!"
Donna rubbed her fingers up and down his penis. Gurgling sounds swelled from the back seat, then there was a low giggle. Chester moaned as if in deep pain and then blurted out. "Oh shit!"
Viola was licking the tip of Chester's prick, moving her tongue across the purple bulb and sucking the sweet cock juice into her mouth. After the last lap of her tongue, she gave his cock a soft pat and pushed it down into his pants. "There, honey," she whispered sweetly. "That should take care of you until we get home."
Chester responded with a happy grin. "That was real good, Vi." He zipped the front of his pants and straightened up in the seat. "You're wild, Vi," he assured her. "Really wild."
Traffic was streaming off the highway into the ramp at the coliseum and Robert followed, twisting into the lane for the south parking lot. He closed his pants, giving Donna a sorrowful look and picked up the rolled blanket.
"To keep us warm," he told Donna. "That bay wind can be pretty cold."
Donna nodded understandingly and trotted along beside him up the ramp to the entrance of section K. The weatherman had promised light showers and the sky was overcast with a dull gray cloud. A light breeze was blowing in from across the bay and whipped through the stands with chilling force. Donna drew her light jacket tighter about her chest and was thankful that Robert had been thoughtful enough to bring the blanket along. She viewed Viola's bare legs and short skirt as she climbed the ramp. The breeze could do horrible things to a short skirt and flimsy panties.
But the roll wasn't a blanket, she discovered, when Robert opened it. It was a poncho. Robert had made it by cutting a large hole in the center to put his head through. It hung down over his body to protect him from the winds.
But he had brought only one.
He laughed at her naivete when she mentioned the fact.
"We'll share it," he explained with a broad grin. "We can be warm and still have fun." He draped it over his shoulders to show her how it worked. Then they went climbing through the bleachers looking for their seats. Chester and Viola followed along, hugging and giggling like two small kids on a lark.
After thirty minutes of sharing the poncho, Donna had a full understanding of Robert's meaning of fun. Their bodies covered by the makeshift garment, she discovered that they were sheltered not only from the cold San Francisco Bay breeze but also from the curious gaze of their fellow spectators. Draped tight across their knees, the poncho formed a tent which was a perfect cover for a session of pussy petting, fingerfucking and cocksucking. It took only a few minutes for Robert to make his wants known.
Five minutes after settling on the hard bench of the bleachers, Robert was unbuttoning her jeans, under the protection of the tent, and pushing his hand down into her panties.
The kick off was delayed until One-thirty and Robert wanted to pass the time by playing with her cunt. To keep him happy, Donna forced her jeans and panties down her legs so that he could get to her warm pussy.
"Grab my cock," he whispered to her. "I want a hand job."
When she reached into the fly of his slacks to open the zipper, it was stuck. Repeated attempts to move the metal flap failed. Robert was becoming irritated.
"Something's caught in it," he moaned in Donna's ear. "Get down and free it."
Donna hunched down, forcing her head down through the opening, slumping down under the blanket beside Robert's knees. Her feet thrust precariously from under the edges. Then she twisted her body around, moving in between Robert's legs, feeling for the fly of his pants.
She couldn't see when she bent forward to look. "It's dark in here," she complained.
Robert held the poncho up so the light streamed through the hole. He inquired, "How's that?"
Donna peered at the zipper, feeling for it in the dimness under the blanket.
A small bit of fabric was wedged in the slide, keeping it from forcing the talons apart. She took the flap between her thumb and finger, pushed on it, then jerked, twisted, forced the metal through the threads. Then it was wrenched free. The fly spread open and once more, the bulge behind the printed fabric of Robert's Bermuda shorts was visible.
"Wonderful," Robert murmured from outside the tent.
Donna unsnapped his shorts. She opened the flap and grasped his doubled up prick. It straightened when she pulled it from under his balls and lifted it through the opening.
She could hear Robert mumbling something in an impatient tone. He had raised the opening of the poncho to the level of his nose and was giving her instructions.
"Suck it," he muttered repeatedly. "Suck the shit out of it."
The penis felt soft in her hand, the warm skin stretching tighter as the organ inflated. Donna lowered her head so she could see. It felt like a chicken neck, she decided, sort of curved upward and there were little ridges in it. The round knob at the head of his prick was poised toward her, inches away from her lips and she felt an instant urge to touch it with her tongue, just to see what it might be like. She held it between two fingers and lifted it toward her mouth.
"Hurry up, damn it!" Robert bleated. "How long does it take to suck a cock?"
He spread his knees far apart so she would have room to get to it.
Donna lowered her head more, overlooking the swift pain that shot through her hip as she forced her body into an awkward position. She was having a cramp and moved back from Robert's crotch.
"Suck it, damn it!" Robert blurted again. "Shit! We don't have all day!"
Donna turned on her side, thrusting her feet along the foot plank of the bleachers, scraping shoes that got in the way. Her feet tangled with the feet of the man to Robert's right.
The man turned on Robert. "What the hell's going on," he hissed. He glared at Robert.
Robert replied with an innocent look. "An accident," he stated casually.
"She's looking for her earring."
The man glared. "How the hell would it have fallen down there?"
Robert grinned, forgetting the pain in his dick. "She has long ears," he replied.
The man rubbed his bruised ankle, gave Robert a strained look and turned his attention back to the game. The teams were lining up for the kick off.
Donna heard very little of the conversation as she poised for another try at Robert's bloated prick. It didn't look as formidable as it had appeared in the car. In fact, she thought it was rather cute.
She touched it timidly with her tongue, licking around the tip, noting that there really wasn't any taste there. Robert quivered and he gave her a light pat on the back of the head.
"Suck it, baby," he whispered through the hole in the blanket. "Suck the shit out of it!"
That first touch of her tongue on his cock seemed rather nice and Donna decided to try sucking it. She held the prick erect, lowered her mouth slowly down over it and closed her lips on the soft skin. Nothing. It was like sticking a warm banana into her mouth. Robert was saying something she couldn't understand. His hand came down, inside the blanket, settled behind her head and pushed it down, forcing her lips lower over his throbbing cock.
"Suck the sonofabitch!" he hissed. Donna rubbed her tongue over the tip of the cock again. She still couldn't taste anything. Cocksucking was a simple thing, she decided. All she had to do was lick the end of it a few times and then quit. She rubbed the tip of the cock once more and sighed with deep contentment. It was sort of fun.
Robert began to buck, popping his ass up and down on the wooden bench which forced his cock up and down in Donna's mouth. This was something new and she liked it. She sat very still, compressing her tips tightly over the pumping prick.
She heard Robert whispering, "Oh Jesus... oh, oh, Jesus!"
Something was happening she didn't understand. Robert's prick was growing even larger, taking up all the space inside her mouth. She had difficulty working her tongue around it. It didn't feel like swallowing a banana anymore. It was more like having a gigantic salami thrust into her throat.
It didn't hurt and she had to admit that the sensation was pleasant. Also, the action was now bringing a taste. Something wet and salty oozed into her throat and welled back to her tongue. The rubbery head of the prick was slapping against her palate and each slap gave an additional sensation.
Donna hadn't realized it could be so pleasant to be fucked in the mouth.
Saliva was oozing behind her teeth, wetting the hard shaft, making it slippery. The movement in and out of her lips was much easier. She sensed that Robert was enjoying the action. He was making cooing sounds, ooooh and ohhhhh and his hands were digging into her shoulders. Then they slipped down into her shirt, grasping her tits. He gave them hard squeezes and pulled on them as if attempting to pull her closer to him. She forced her shoulder into the spread of his legs and bent as low as possible. She could see his balls hanging free beneath his kinky hair covered crotch and she suddenly felt very warm. It was becoming musty inside the tent.
"Oh fuck, suck, suck." Robert was grunting. He sounded as if he might be in pain.
There was a bedlam of sound outside the tent and Donna wondered if the game had finally started. Robert had stopped bouncing and was sitting rather still. She felt small tremors going through him as she worked on his prick and wondered if he was having as much fun as she. Sucking his cock was turning out to be much more than she had expected it to be. She drew back, holding the cock in her right hand, and licked gently across the knob at the end. Small secretions oozed from the tiny hole and she licked them up.
Robert was wiggling his ass on the bench, doing a sort of shimmy that made the base of his cock rock back and forth. Donna grasped one leg for support and pushed her mouth down over the hard prick.
She sounded a long ooooooooooooooh, to let Robert know she liked sucking his cock.
"Make me come, baby," Robert said through the opening of the blanket.
Donna lapped hungrily at the oozing cum.
Robert was moaning, "Oh shit! Oh... Oh... Oh SHIIIIIIIT!"
Donna was bobbing her head up and down under the blanket, holding her tongue tight against the hard shaft while she rubbed the skin with her lips. It felt as if it was growing even larger and Robert was almost crying. She could hear another voice complaining.
"What the hell's the matter with you, buster? Can't you sit still?"
"I sat down on a splinter," Robert said.
"Then get it out of your ass and be quiet."
Another voice. "What you doin' down there?"
"Nothing, mister!" Robert cried out. "My girl lost her earring."
"Then tell her to find it and stop that damn bouncing up and down!"
"Sure."
Robert tapped Donna on the head. "Hurry up, baby. The guard is looking this way."
Donna pushed her lips down over the hard prick once more then drew back and swabbed her tongue across the round head. Then she started sucking.
Robert cried, "Oh gosh!" He bucked upward and arched his back like someone had jabbed him in the ass with a pin. A gush of hot cum flowed from his prick and into Donna's lips. She gurgled, licked happily and smacked her Lips. Everything was simply wonderful.
Robert moaned and slumped on the seat. His hands dropped away from Donna's tits and she was able to sit up. She rubbed the wet sticky prick with her hand, gave the tip one final lick and tucked it back inside his shorts. She didn't button them-Robert could do that himself.
"There, honey," she stated in a pleased tone. "That should do you until tonight."
CHAPTER FIVE
The Oakland Raiders won the game twenty-seven to seventeen, Robert told Donna on the way home. She had to ask because she had become excited over another sport that she didn't get a chance to watch the players on the field.
After sucking Robert off, she had settled down beside him under the poncho and had been thrilled by the experience of being fingerfucked while the people around them cheered. She realized, of course, that the cheers were for the Oakland Raiders, not because Robert was making her so happy.
When the game was over, they stopped for a drink at the Fremont Inn in a little place called Irvington and exchanged finger massages under the table.
After a half hour of more fingerfucking, which Donna enjoyed while playing with Robert's cock, Robert had such a hardon and Donna was so wet between the legs that they decided to go home for the dessert. Chester, red faced and panting, broke away from Viola's embrace and suggested going to his place.
"We can have a real drink and some fun," he promised.
Robert immediately agreed, which came as a deep disappointment to Donna. She had been looking forward to having Robert alone in her own apartment.
"It'll be real cool, baby," Robert insisted when she complained. "We can shower up, then test some of Chester's booze. After that... " Chester grinned, nodded happily and walked three feet behind her, watching her swaying hips.
Donna thought Chester's apartment huge. It had soft looking furniture and a large stereo with a tape deck that looked custom built. The walls were covered with posters and magazine centerfolds of naked girls and anywhere she sat in the room, Donna found herself staring into the spread legs and open cunts of the Darling of the Month. It was quite evident that Chester loved sex and his apartment had been prepared as a playground for it.
Robert prepared drinks, saying that it had been such a wild game that they should celebrate. Then he put on records of Elton John and Tina Turner. They listened to them, sipped the drinks and told dirty stories. Viola complained of being too warm and each time she said anything, Chester told her to take her clothes off. She removed one item at a time, starting with her shoes, until she was down to her brassiere and panties and everybody laughed.
Chester puffed on a rolled cigarette that was lumpy and gazed at Donna's crotch with misty eyes. His scrutiny made her feel self-conscious. He grinned and offered a puff on his cigarette.
"I was wondering if you are my type," he explained.
Donna shook her head no on the offer of the cigarette and tried to avoid looking at Viola.
"What is your type?" she asked, to keep the conversation going.
Chester took a longer look at the tight fabric over her crotch before answering her question.
"They don't talk much," he said finally. He waited for her to think for a moment then added, "But they do say yes to the right questions."
"What's the question?" she heard herself ask.
Chester took a long puff on his cigarette, then put it out. He leaned toward her as if he didn't want anyone else to hear what he was about to ask.
"Want to fuck?"
Chester's eyes held her in a vise that she couldn't get away from. She felt as if her gaze was locked to his face, that she couldn't look in any other direction. She knew that was silly because if she looked to her left, she would see Viola and Robert. Robert had removed Viola's brassiere and was sucking hard on one of her tits.
She blinked.
"Yes I would," her voice said.
"Then get your pants off, honey."
Donna frowned. Robert was right there in the room and she didn't want to undress where he would see her. Besides, she hadn't said that she wanted to fuck Chester. She had said that she wanted to fuck. That could mean that she wanted to fuck Robert or that she wanted to fuck Mitch. It could even mean that she wanted to fuck Leonard, Robert's half brother.
She crossed her legs, sipped her drink and told Chester. "Not right now."
Viola was doing a lot of giggling. It was echoing from the walls and could be heard even above the sounds from the stereo. Donna looked to see what was going on.
Robert was down on the floor, on his knees, in front of Viola, tugging on her panties. Viola was making noises like she was objecting but she didn't try to stop him. She looked pleased. She was making faces and wailing and pleading with Robert to stop. When he paused, she giggled again and made another face.
That made Robert tug harder. Viola raised her ass off the chair so that he could pull the panties down under her and tug them free. Then she spread her legs and dared him to kiss her on the cunt. Robert moved in between her honey colored thighs and buried his face in the warm flesh and hair of her wet cunt. Viola continued to giggle.
"Lick it," she urged.
Donna looked away, peered at the floor for a moment, then turned her attention back to Chester. "Suck my cunt," she pleaded. "Then you can fuck me."
It was five minutes to seven. Donna noticed the time because she was mad at Robert and what he was doing. She had wanted to have Robert with her, not making mad love to Viola. It wouldn't have happened if she had insisted on going to her apartment. It was still a young evening and she should draw Robert away from Viola and insist that he take her home. Then she could fix drinks at her place and get on with the business of getting fucked. She gave a deep, inward, frown because Robert didn't even know she was alive and Viola was the one being sucked and fucked. She might as well give in to Chester, she decided. Robert was wound between Viola's legs and didn't care what she wanted, He was bringing joy to Chester's girlfriend and that, she mused, should give her the right to let Chester bring a little joy to her own cunt. She stared absently at the electric wall clock, then stood up and slowly unbuttoned the flap of her tight fitting jeans. She worked them down her legs and stepped out of them. After scratching the kinky pussy hair under her panties, she unbuttoned her shirt. When she opened the front of it, Chester gasped.
"Oh wow!" he blurted. "What a cute pair of boobs!" He reached for them with both hands but Donna backed away.
"My pussy... I want you to play with my pussy."
He turned his gaze to the hair-covered slit at her crotch and his face creased in a happy leer. He dropped to his knees, grasped her skimpy panties and forced them down her legs to her knees, then he thrust his tongue into the black kinky hair and licked the warm slit.
He murmured, "Mmmmmmm, that's good." He pushed her panties the rest of the way to the floor so she could step out of them. When Donna lifted her leg, he thrust his nose into the warm, open lips of her wet cunt. He sniffed repeatedly.
"Beautiful," he said, peering up into her face. "Absolutely beautiful."
Donna teetered on one leg, then lowered her foot back to the floor. Chester thrust a finger into her hot slit.
"Open up, honey," he urged. "Here comes heaven." He laughed and worked the finger higher into her cunt. Donna cast longing glances at the davenport.
She just wanted to lie down and have a nice stiff cock pushed into her itching cunt. She hesitated.
"Open your cunt, honey." Chester said again.
Donna sighed and spread her legs apart.
Chester moved in between them, raised his face to her crotch and put his mouth over the wet, slippery lips of her begging cunt. He began to suck.
"Mmmmmm," he went again. He licked hungrily in her juicy hole.
A buzzer sounded somewhere behind her and Donna turned startled eyes toward the door. Chester muttered, "oh shit!" He climbed to his feet and went to see who was ringing his bell.
A girl burst into the room, waving an Oakland Raider banner. She leaped at Chester.
"Surprise!"
Donna DeLong grabbed her skirt and hugged it to her breasts. She was confused and bewildered by the sudden interruption. She was also unaware that she was still standing with her legs spread and her pussy in plain view of the invading Raider fans. She gazed, dazed, at the growing group of boys and girls who streamed into the apartment. They scurried about the room, still waving their banners, plopping down in chairs, disappearing into the small kitchen, taking over the small bathroom and flowing into the apartment's one bedroom. Heads were everywhere and clawing hands pawed anything in their path. Donna shrank from the onslaught of male bodies but was overcome by the mass of gripping fingers. She was suddenly enveloped in a tight embrace and a ponderous mouth crushed down on hers in a tight kiss.
Then a hot tongue was searching out her own and a massive hand flowed down her body. Probing fingers found the heated lips of her still wet pussy.
She tried to cry out but her voice refused to respond. Words fell from her lips and she blurted in agony. "Oh God, fuck me. Please, somebody fuck me!"
"Right on, baby."
A deep voice whispered in her ear and she knew she was being forced backward, guided across the space to the softness of the davenport. Then she was on it, pushed back into a supine position, her legs spread apart and a massive male body was arched over her. A long stiff cock thrust deep into the open lips of her cunt and a body began jacking up and down over her. A numbness gripped her that made it impossible for her to move. Someone was finally fucking her. A boy, a real big boy. She saw his sandy hair bouncing about in a violent dance above her face. She didn't know who he was and his cock was inside her cunt, thrusting in and out with wild abandon. She was being fucked rapaciously by a total stranger!
Around her was complete bedlam. Everyone was talking at once and loud giggles followed screamed exclamations of surprise. Robert's voice was loud in her ears and she twisted her head, searching him out. The back of the davenport blocked her vision.
His words echoed in her mind. "Get your pants off, baby. I want another cunt to suck!"
Donna stifled a cry of her own. She wanted to shout it out, to make Robert hear her. Oh no, Robert! Please, not again! You're supposed to be sucking my cunt, not some other girl's! She straightened her head and peered up into the green eyes looking down at her.
The face was pleasant. Not dark like Chester and not pale like Robert. This face had a deep tan and the pale green eyes looked down at her from dark brown circles of flesh. The boy was striving to smile, but the pain of his prostatic delight was causing him to wince.
He slowed the action of his thrusts and forced a grin. "You'all right, chickie?"
Donna nodded, not trusting her voice. If she said yes, she was afraid she might cry and he would think it was because he was fucking her. She turned her head and fixed her gaze on the back of a chair.
Sex was being able to lie on the floor, a boy nuzzling her crotch, thrusting his tongue into her swollen cunt and lapping up the delicious love juice.
She saw two girls doing that.
Sex was sitting on the floor while a naked body stood over her, his cock bouncing in front of her face, waiting for her to suck it. She saw three girls doing that.
Sex could also be going down on hands and knees, pointing her pert little cunt to whoever happened to be behind her and waiting for them to either lick it with a hot tongue or to penetrate it with a very stiff prick. She saw two girls who appeared to be doing that.
She tried to say something to the round face bobbing above her but all that managed to pass her agonized lips was a low moan and cries of frustration.
"Fuck me, honey! Oh God, rip my cunt with that cock!"
The face grinned again and the panting breath halted while words were formed by the strained lips.
"I'm fucking you, chickie. My cock's slappin' your lil'ole cunt real hard."
Donna clamped her lips together and sought to quiet her pounding heart. A growing itch centered around the rim of her tender asshole and moved slowly across her crotch to the sucking lips of her hungry cunt. Her asshole quivered, sending spasms of pleasure into the base of her pussy. Then it grew stronger, centering at the hot wet lips, then moving up her vagina to a spot below her belly. Her muscles tightened as nerves came awake. Twinges of ecstasy welled up her spine and a shudder went through her body.
"Oh Jesus!" she moaned, in a delirium of desire. "Give me more cock! Fuck me hard... Tear me with that beautiful cock... Fuck me hard... Pleasssssseeeee!"
The pumping prick slammed up into her wet slippery cunt and sucking sounds emitted from her tight pussy lips. Tiny farts popped from her quivering asshole as the muscles of her body tightened.
Donna reached for the body arched over her, grasped the wide shoulders. Then her arms locked around his neck drawing his head down toward her own. He sank lower, until his chin was nestled in the hollow of her neck and shoulder. His panting breath blew hot against her neck and his left ear was close to her anxious mouth.
"More... more... MORE!" she whimpered into his ear. She held him tight in a passionate embrace as her nerves erupted. The agonizing pain moved from her asshole to the mouth of her cunt.
"Fuck... oh fuck... " she moaned. She twisted her head and nuzzled his ear with her nose. Her tongue licked at the lobe.
The sandy haired kid slammed his throbbing prick up into the wet spongy depth of her aching cunt. He drew back and slammed it in again. Donna groaned as the force of the erupting muscles shook her body.
"Now... Now... NOOOOOOW!" she cried, as he struggled in her embrace and his cock throbbed in her cunt.
Then she bit him on the ear.
CHAPTER SIX
Monday morning came staggering through a milieu of frustrated hours, bringing rays of a new hope and tranquility. For Donna, the weekend had been a disaster which she wanted to forget. She looked forward to beginning a new week in which, hopefully, everything would be resolved and returned to normalcy. To Donna, being normal was to have Robert still consider her his girl and the eventuality of his asking that one question which was so very important. Naturally she would say yes.
The after game party had turned into an orgy on the arrival of the Raider fans and Robert had forgotten all about her. She was certain he had spent the evening sucking the cunt of almost every girl in the group. She wanted to think that it had happened because he knew so many of them and felt obligated to take care of them before taking care of her.
Being fucked by the sandy-haired kid had been all that had kept the afternoon from becoming completely gross. Donna had enjoyed the fuck by his big hard prick in her hot itching cunt, but when it was over, the kid had moved on to someone else and she was alone on the davenport. Naked bodies were everywhere; clasped together in hot embraces thrashing about in the passionate act of fucking, moaning and groaning and crying for more cock. A young girl sat beside her boyfriend, busily playing with his cock and giggling while he fingerfucked her cunt with one hand and puffed repeatedly on a joint which he held in the other.
A long-haired boy had settled on the end of the davenport, holding a guitar as if trying to hide his naked frame behind it. He gave her a casual glance as he tightened a string and tested it for sound.
"You like to hear my song?" he asked plaintively.
He peered at her from behind a growth of kinky auburn face hair and she thought he smiled, although she really couldn't know.
She nodded politely to his question and glanced around, searching for her clothing.
"You're sort of pretty," the boy said after a second glance at her firm round breasts.
Donna had said thanks. Her clothing wasn't where she had left it. She turned her attention back to the boy and his guitar. He was rather skinny, she thought, noting his bony ribs and the lean cheeks behind the hair. But he was rather nice.
"I wrote it myself," the boy said.
Donna said, "That's nice."
Her eyes traveled across his face and then along the body of the guitar. He moved it, raising the body of it so that he could strike the strings better.
The movement disclosed his penis which appeared very small and very shriveled. Donna glanced at it again and again because she hadn't known that a big boy could have such a small penis.
"It's all mine," the boy ventured with a grin.
She stared at him in bewilderment. "Your peter?"
He struck a note so she could hear how pretty it could sound. "My guitar," he explained.
"Oh," Donna said. "I thought... "
"Your tits are pretty too."
"Thanks."
He leaned toward her. "You wanna fuck?"
"Do you?"
He shook his head in a negative gesture. "I'd rather sing."
Donna gave him a wry smile. "Sing," she urged.
Donna wanted to appear interested in his singing, but found it difficult to listen and still search the room for a sight of Robert. She was on the verge of getting up and leaving the davenport when Chester grabbed her arm and pulled her away from the troubadour. He walked backwards across the room, tugging her along with him, his long pink cock flopping back and forth in front of his flaccid scrotum bag.
She permitted him to guide her through the maze of naked bodies, worming a path to the opposite side of the room. Then she saw Robert for the first time since the Raider fans had arrived. He was on his knees before a girl sitting on a straight back chair, his face between her spread thighs, busily licking her streaming cunt and pulling on the nipples of her round little tits. He paused in his sucking long enough to glance up at Donna. He gave her a silly grin, then turned back to licking the delicious cunt behind the tuft of black hair.
Donna frowned and pretended not to notice.
A girl was trying to stand on her head against the wall. She positioned her head at the baseboard and balanced on her head and arms, then she lifted her feet a second time to hold them erect. Her boyfriend grasped her ankles, guiding them up, positioning her against the wall. She stood motionless for a moment, feet together, then she spread them apart and giggled.
"It's fun, honey," she said, coaxing Donna. "You do it."
To Donna, it looked like fun. Chester had disappeared and Robert was still into the cunt of the girl on the chair and she, Donna, was doing nothing.
Standing on her head could be good exercise and it certainly couldn't cause any harm. She noticed and chose a spot for her stand.
The secret was to leave ample space from the wall, she discovered.
Positioning her head away from the baseboard gave her back room and changed the center of balance from the front of the body to the back. The first time up, she stood straight and she felt as if she could remain in that position all day. An instant chorus of "Oh boys" swelled from the spectators who had paused to watch what she was doing.
Donna couldn't remember, Sunday morning, how the cunt eating had started.
She did remember standing on her head and showing the other girl how easy it was. Then suddenly, someone was holding her legs. She could see a grotesque cock bobbing about as the man bent over her. A hot wet cock wormed into her pussy, thrusting into her cunt for the second time that day.
Donna had wiggled and asked the man to go away.
The man didn't go away. Instead, something cold and sticky was dropping into her pussy, running down over the side of her crotch and dropping onto her stomach. Then the licking started again. The man with the big cock was going, "Mmmmmmmm Uuuummmmmmmmm!"
By shifting her eyes, Donna could see three more girls standing on their heads and three young studs who were spooning something into their cunts.
They pressed their faces into the hairy muff of their pussies and licked away the alamode.
Robert's voice rose above the other sounds and Donna's heart had skipped a beat.
"Go, Chester, go!" Robert had screamed. "Eat her cunt out, baby!"
Donna had seen the enchanted look on his face as he watched Chester, his face thrust into her crotch, lapping up the sticky, gooey mess that was dripping from the lips of her cunt.
"Eat her cunt, baby!" Robert screamed again. "Eat the shit out of her!"
Chester was lapping and licking and making noises that she could hear.
"Mmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmm."
His tongue was brushing across the sticky lips, sucking up jam and cunt juice. He licked up her leg and back again.
"Mmmmmmmm."
Then, as if desiring more flavor of her sweet cunt juice, the tongue thrust through her pussy lips. It curled around her tender clit and gently massaged it. More juice welled up around the soft taste buds and he scooped it up, groaning happily.
"Suck my cunt," Donna begged as the tongue lapped into her hot lips. "Suck my cunt hard."
Chester had attempted to do her bidding but he was lost in a maze of thighs and pussy lips. He was licking up one leg, then back. A deep thrust of his tongue into the jam laden cunt, then up the other leg and back.
"Mmmmmmmm!"
Each time his mouth came back down to her begging cunt, Donna cried out again. "Suck my cunt, Chester. Oh God! Suck my cunt!"
Chester was licking and groaning, making noises like someone having an asthma attack. The more he licked, the hotter Donna had become.
"Fuck me," she had begged. "Oh, please, fuck me."
Thinking back on it, Donna remembered that was when Robert had come into the act. He had appeared behind Chester and had given him something. "There's the bread," he told Chester. "Now it's my turn."
Chester had gone away and Robert had started sucking and licking her cunt.
More jam had been spooned into her open cunt lips and Robert lapped it out with his tongue. By the time it was all gone, Donna was burning with a passionate desire.
"Robert," she had screamed in her growing agony. "Puck me!"
What had happened after that was rather vague in her mind. Robert had helped her down from her head stand against the wall and they had fucked on the living room rug.
Robert had been so tender with her, so gentle that she didn't mind the scratches and bruises that were the result of their rolling about the floor.
She couldn't remember everything that had occurred but she could remember having Robert's beautiful cock in her cunt.
It had been so wonderful.
Robert is fucking me, she had cooed to herself, basking in the fact that the one thing she had wanted so desperately was finally happening. It was so nice to be there with him, to feel his warm skin on her chest, to feel his stiff prick probing her itching pussy, then the ecstasy as it slipped up into her wet, aching cunt. Robert had even told her he loved her.
"You're a good cunt, baby," he had whispered into her ear. "Like bread in the bank. Keep it just for me, baby. I think you're the most!"
He had been so kind. After he finished fucking her, he had helped her find her clothing, then had called a cab and walked down to the curb to see her off home. Sounds of the party still carried to her as the cab pulled away from the apartment and Robert had said goodbye before going back to help Chester see that the Raider fans continued to have a good time.
* * *
She wanted to call Robert and thought about him as she went about the chore of getting bathed and fixing her breakfast. Verna usually helped with the breakfast but she hadn't come home and Sunday had been so boring without Robert that she wanted to be sure he was all right. It was with a sense of pleasure that she went through the routine of walking the two blocks to the bus line, catching the eight-twenty and riding downtown to Barker's Department Store. Each block the bus traveled brought her that much closer to Robert and just knowing that made Donna feel good. She hung her light jacket in the employee's ready room and hurried into the sales section.
Lampson gave her a quick glance and nodded as she scurried behind her counter. Then he went forward, possibly to check the front door. Donna looked at her watch, noted that she was three minutes early and gave a sigh of relief. Monday was beginning like it might be a very pleasant day.
At nine-thirty, she called the office upstairs on the intercom phone and asked to speak to Robert. The girl who answered said he had called in sick.
The rest of the morning she went through the motions of writing up sales, wrapping packages completely aware her heart wasn't in it. She wanted to see Robert and the more she thought about it, the more anxious she became. At three-ten, she decided to call his apartment. She chose the phone on the pillar beside the intercom phone and dialed the outside number. She could hear the burrrr that meant the bell was ringing. It wasn't answered and to Donna, that could only mean one thing. Robert must be so sick he couldn't get out of bed. She felt a sudden rise of panic, hung the receiver on the hook and hurried back to her counter.
She could see that Lampson was waiting for her as she approached and his face was creased with a deep scowl.
"Personal calls aren't permitted on company time," he rasped. "Perhaps you and I should talk."
Donna blanched and fumbled with her sales book. "What about?" she inquired.
"You and Robert." Her fear became stronger and she peered at him anxiously. "What about Robert?"
Lampson looked quickly about before mouthing his words. "Can't tell you here. Come with me." He turned abruptly and headed down the aisle toward the back of the store.
Once more she felt as if she was rushing through a dream of something she had seen before. She was scurrying along the aisle behind Mr. Lampson, following him through door after door, attempting to catch up with him so she could ask about Robert. She was breathless by the time he led her through the last door and closed it tight behind them. When he turned on a light, Donna was surprised by the contents of the room.
It was filled with stacked bed frames, piles of mattresses and racked headboards. An assembled bed, complete with pillows and yellow spread, occupied a location just inside the door. Lampson nodded to it with a twisted grin.
"My work bed," he told Donna.
Realization came to her like a sharp slap in the face. It was obvious why Lampson had brought her here. It wasn't to explain something about Robert.
It was to make her indulge in sex with him. She wouldn't do it, she told herself. He could do anything he wanted to with her, even beat her, but she wouldn't let him fuck her.
Lampson scrutinized her anxious face and his grin became even more leering.
"If you're worried about Robert finding out, forget it. He doesn't care how many men fuck you."
Donna's face blanched and grew white. A new fear gripped her and her throat was suddenly very dry. "You're wrong," she said in a strained voice. "Robert loves me. He almost said so."
Lampson gave a soft laugh and he was visible amused by her statement.
"Robert loves only Robert," his voice said ringing in her ears. "And cunt," he added.
Donna wailed, "Oh no!" Lampson had to be wrong. Robert had told her he loved her and more or less intimated he would ask her to marry him, one day.
"He especially likes eating cunt has he eaten yours?"
Lampson's words struck Donna's eardrums like the beating of a bongo drum.
Each word vibrated and resounded in her brain until she felt she would scream. Robert eating her cunt!
"No no," she wailed. "It isn't true!"
Robert could have eaten her cunt but he hadn't. He had chosen to lick Viola's cunt instead. That proved that Robert loved and respected her and didn't want to offend her by asking to do something as gross as licking her cunt. Robert had fucked her before sending her home in a cab and she had considered that all right but, now, she realized that wasn't what she had wanted him to do at all.
Lampson was viewing her discomfort with an amused grin. He laughed again, loud.
"Robert sucks them, then fucks them," he chortled. "Good girls don't count in his league."
Donna was seeing Lampson through a veil of misty tears. His image was vague and indistinct, like the story he was telling her. What if he was right?
What if Robert did fuck every girl he met. Wasn't that supposed to be the 'in thing' among young people? Everyone she had come in contact with had wanted to use her body for their own pleasure, not really caring what she might want. Suppose she did have sex with Mr. Lampson. He really didn't look so mean now that she had time to really see him. In fact, she sort of liked him. The way he was looking at her reminded her of her father and he had been very good to her until he died. Also, her mother had always said that people shouldn't be judged by the color of their jacket because God had made the one while a tailor had made the other. Men would always be men, she decided. A man would always want to fuck a nice looking girl.
"I'll do it," she said with a nod. She went over and stood beside the bed, waiting for Lampson to make the first move.
"When I fuck, I want all the comforts of home," he told her. He followed her to the bed, stood looking down into her face, then put a hand under her chin. His eyes appeared to twinkle as he looked into her own.
"Don't be so uptight, honey. I'll show you how to make real love."
She felt better after hearing his words and tried to relax.
"The young jocks don't know how to make love," he said in a soft voice.
"That's a man's job."
Donna sighed and forced a smile into her features. She wanted him to know that she believed and would trust him. She wanted him to get on with the fucking.
"Take off your clothes," he suggested. He unbuckled his belt, opened the fly of his pants. "It's more fun naked."
Donna pulled the bottom of her blouse out from under the waist of the soft skirt she had worn, turned her back so he could unzip the fastener, then pulled it over her head. She was glad now that she wasn't wearing a brassiere. She liked going without because it made her feel so free and happy. She dropped the blouse onto the floor and unfastened the catch on her skirt.
He wasn't even watching, she noticed. Instead, he was busy removing his pants, pushing them down over his hips then tugging them over his shoes. He was working as if it didn't matter to him. Perhaps he didn't have to watch her undress to get turned on. She decided she liked it that way; it was nicer than having someone ogling her as she removed her panties. This way, she didn't feel embarrassed.
Her skirt dropped to the floor and she removed the skimpy panties that covered the sheer fabric at the crotch of her pantie hose. Then she removed the hose.
She stood beside the bed, waiting for Lampson to finish undressing, eyeing his white chest as he removed his undershirt and dropped it to the floor. He unbuttoned the four buttons on his Bermuda shorts and let them fall to his feet. Then he stepped out of them.
A rise of excitement made her heart beat just a bit faster as his balls and penis came into view. He was so much like her father with his extended balls and thick prick. She could almost imagine him saying, 'hurry up there in the bathroom, I have to use it myself.' That was the way she remembered her father's penis having looked. Sort of soft and bulby and almost completely covered by the roll of loose skin wrinkled over the head of it. It would lengthen and get bigger when her father touched it and pulled on the end of it. When he did that, her mother had always laughed. She couldn't remember having seen her father's penis when it was completely hard and thinking of what it might have been like was making her excited. She wanted to watch Mr.
Lampson's penis get hard.
She knew it wasn't right, but she didn't care. Robert had ignored her desires and what she was going to do was only making up for what she had missed Saturday. She permitted him to stand in front of her, to put a hand on her shoulder and cup her breasts in his strong looking hands. They felt so soft, so... so... so comfortable. He rubbed his hand down her back to the rise of her ass and gave it a soft pat.
"Cute little ass," he said in a soft voice. "Just right for love pats."
She moved up tight against his body, forcing her breasts up against the warm pink skin of his chest. The contact felt good. His penis brushed against the pubic hair of her pussy and the touch of it was adding to her growing excitement.
She laid her head against his chest. "What shall I do, Mr. Lampson?"
"Tony," he said, correcting her.
"Tony," she whispered back.
"Lay down," he instructed. "Fucking is a pleasure game. I like being comfortable."
She sat down first, settling on the edge of the bed, feeling the soft fabric of the bedspread under her buttocks. She pushed back on the bed and laid flat, her feet hanging over the edge, then she spread her legs so he could see the open lips of her erogenic cunt.
"Like this?"
He motioned for her to move back more. She scooted back, twisted around so she placed her head on one of the pillows.
"Like this?"
He stood beside the bed, viewing the figure, as if measuring her body. Then he settled down, taking a position close to her feet. All the while, he was peering into her face as if wanting to hypnotize her with his eyes.
Another smile creased his thin face. "Relax, honey. I'm going to make you fly!"
He bent over and kissed her right foot. He lifted it in his hands, holding it tenderly and kissed it lightly on the arch. Then he kissed a spot just below the big toe. The other toes followed in quick succession. Then he was kissing her ankle, her leg, progressing slowly up the calf of her leg to the knee. He was going higher, planting kisses on the inside of her thigh, moving higher and higher. Each kiss caused a twinge to course through Donna's body. A tingle which seemed to end at the mouth of her inviting pussy. She squirmed, then forced her body to be still.
Lampson was saying something. She wanted to hear every word. He was bringing such delicious delight to her body that she felt she should understand what he was saying.
"You are a beautiful woman," he was whispering.
He uttered little sounds of pleasure that could have been meant to help her turn in, but it didn't matter. He was making her feel like a woman and that was what sex was all about. He kissed the white skin on the inside of her thigh, moving up, ever closer to her little honey pot and the tuft of black hair that thrusted down from her waiting pussy. Tremor after tremor raced up her legs, to the apex of her crotch, bringing an itch to her anxious cunt that was becoming an urge.
"Oh, gosh," she murmured.
Tony Lampson paused long enough to give her another broad grin. "Sex is like a six course dinner," he said. "Fucking is the entree."
Donna sighed and raised her head from the pillow so she could watch what he was doing. She didn't understand completely what he was saying, but what he was doing was very nice.
His hot lips brushed the soft skin of her crotch, nuzzled the moist pussy lips and then his tongue flicked out, brushing across the sensitive flesh, probing into her pussy, scraping up the warm juice of her cunt. She could hear him smacking his lips as if he found it very tasty. Her urge was becoming stronger and more demanding.
She raised her head from the pillow for a second time. "You can fuck me now.
I'm getting awful hot."
He gave her a gentle pat on the stomach. "Patience, honey, patience," he whispered. His tongue darted back into the confines of her wet cunt, brushing more juice into his waiting mouth.
"It's good... oh God, it's good... " Donna murmured. She raised her head again and peered at the top of his bobbing head. "Can you fuck me now?" she pleaded.
He broke free from her wet crotch and planted a kiss just above the mound of pubic hair. It tickled and Donna quivered.
"Fucking comes last," he said, settling back down beside her on the bed.
"Making love is making a woman feel good all over." He brushed his hand across her flat stomach. "You are an attractive girl. You should always be loved all over."
She was sure that she understood him and even though she was becoming so hot she wanted to beg for his cock, she wanted him to do more.
His fingers trailed up across her stomach to the indention of her navel, then up to the contours of her breasts. The approach of his fingers seemed to be bringing them alive and she wanted to cry, to show her pleasure, it felt so good. She wanted to be fucked, to feel his cock deep inside her cunt and she wanted it to stay there until her body exploded from sheer ecstasy.
"Can we fuck now?" she asked again.
His finger rubbed the tender tip of her nipple. "Fucking is fulfillment for only part of the body." He rubbed the soft flesh and plucked at it gently.
"A body such as yours should be kissed all over. After that, you should be fucked." He leaned down, moving closer to her on the bed, and took her left breast into his mouth. He teased the tiny nipple, flicking it back and forth, caressing it. Then he licked around the firm mound of her right breast. When he reached the crevice between them, he paused.
"Like that?"
Donna sighed again, deeply. "Oh yes," she whispered. "I love it."
He kissed her again on the right breast, then moved over to the left one.
"Beauty like yours should be enjoyed," he was saying and she wondered if he was talking to her or to himself.
She did want to be loved all over and liked the way he was making her skin tingle but she didn't want it to go on forever. The itch in her pussy was building into a throbbing ache and nothing but a stiff cock would ever make it go away.
She gritted her teeth and tried to hold back the moan that was building in her throat. Lampson was being nice to her, she knew. He hadn't treated her rough and was showing her how much pleasure there could be in playing with her body, but he couldn't know what he was doing to her or how hot her cunt was getting to be. He didn't realize that sucking her cunt or fucking her to an orgasm could be the only answer to her problem. She wanted to be fucked, God damnit! She wanted to fucked RIGHT NOW!
The cry mounted in her throat and she thrashed her head back and forth on the pillow, hoping the action would keep her from blurting out the frustration that was hurting her. She wanted to be fucked! Why didn't Lampson stick his hard cock into her cunt and do some good with it? What the hell was keeping him so quiet? Couldn't he get a hardon.
The cry rushed into her throat, escaped her set lips and she could restrain herself no longer. She vented her frustration in a loud dissenting moan.
Then she screamed.
"FUCK ME, GOD DAMN IT, OR LEAVE ME ALONE!"
Lampson instantly stopped what he was doing.
Donna raised herself on one elbow and peered into his face. "Fuck my cunt, please, Tony. I'm burning up!"
His gaze searched her face, noting the pained eyes, the flushed face. "Okay, honey," he told her with a smile. "We'll fuck."
Then he was climbing over her, spreading her legs, moving into the vee between them. He settled down on his knees, lifted his stiff rod and aimed it into her puffy cunt.
"It's like this, or nothing," he told her grimly. "No ass fucking for me."
She could see his face above her, grinning lewdly and by shifting her eyes, could follow the movement of his huge prick as he speared it into her. It was like a gigantic roll of flesh, tipped by a round red knob, like a door knob on the end of a fleshy spear. It was aimed at the opening of her vagina and would soon be slithering into the spongy flesh of her hot slippery cunt.
"Oh God, hurry! she moaned. "Fuck me hard!"
He gave her a happy grin and pushed gently into her flesh. "It's coming, honey," he whispered.
He arched over her, settling his weight on his legs, holding his torso up by his left arm while he guided his elongated prick into the lips of her cunt.
It was nosing through, forcing the lips back, making the opening large enough to accommodate it. It was in her vagina and all the weight of his body was forcing it into the very depths of her belly. She was being fucked and that roll snapping in and out of her cunt, bringing her to a sweat that was making her wet all over. Now she knew that this was what she had always wanted, to be violated by a man; to be swept up and carried off on the wind of love, to be raped by the sweetest cock in the world. She had wanted it shoved up her cunt until she could feel the knob in the back of her throat.
This was what it meant to be fucked. She had been turned into a woman at last.
She writhed on the spread, wiggled her ass on the coarse fabric, holding her legs high, raising her cunt to a higher level so Tony could pound his cock down into it. She could even feel his balls slapping against the cheeks of her ass.
The bed was rocking on the uneven concrete floor as if keeping time to Lampoon's pumping. He jerked his ass up and down, supporting his body on his arms and legs, hammering his cock into her wet sucking cunt. She was forcing her body upward to meet his force, abounding in his pleasure of fucking her.
It was so marvelous.
She could hear the little sucking sounds that popped from her cunt as his cock ripped into it. Lampson was increasing his rhythm, pumping faster, lengthening his strokes, almost withdrawing the shaft from her sopping vagina. She felt as she would surely explode as he pumped harder and harder into her fuck hole.
She was moaning louder, not realizing that she was letting herself be heard.
"My cunt is all yours, Tony... It's soooo goood... Fuck me hard, Lover...
Give me more... Oh God... Ohhhhhh... Auuuuggggg!"
She was crying now because of the sheer pleasure of his fucking and she didn't care who heard. She was a woman now and her cunt would never have to hurt again because she would always be able to find a MAN to fuck her and make it stop.
She closed her eyes and inwardly screamed with the beautiful torture that was being inflicted on her. Dear God! If his cock didn't fill her with cum pretty soon, she would go mad. His pumping was making her pussy hurt and her battered lips were sucking on it like some insatiable mouth. It had to happen soon or she would simply die. The rim of her asshole was beginning to hurt.
"Fuck me, Tony! Jab that cock all the way to my mouth! My cunt's on fire... fuck it hard... fuck it hard... Oh God... Oh God... ooooohhhhhhh!"
He was panting rapidly, his breathing coming in short uneven jerks. His face was red and the gray hair was flipping back and forth across his face. Donna tried to look up at him but her vision was obscured by a mist that had come down from her forehead. She realized she was perspiring heavily and the spread, beneath her was wet from the moisture of their bodies. There was a strong odor of sweat mixed with the musky odor of cunt. It tingled in her nose and added to her passion.
She felt Lampson's cock jerk, that last spasmatic lurch, which came just before the explosion. She heard him grunt as his cock stabbed into the end of her cunt, then felt the warm flow of cock juice flooding her vagina.
Lampson relaxed, made one last desperate plunge of his cock into her tortured cunt, then slumped fait on her wet body.
"Donna, honey," he whispered into her ear. "You are one hell of a fuck!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Verna wasn't home when Donna arrived from work Monday evening. That bothered her because it was Verna's turn to fix dinner and she was the best cook.
Donna was a virtuoso of the TV dinner and usually popped something into the small oven when it was her turn. The necessity of eating alone gave her only two choices. She could have a TV dinner or she could go down to McDonalds and get a hamburger. She decided on the latter because it was only a few blocks away and she could call Robert when she returned.
She strolled the short blocks, casting idle glances into the windows of the stores she passed. She was not only thinking of Robert but of the things Lampson had said about him. She didn't want to believe her supervisor's accusations but they continued to bother her and she had to know if they were true.
She used the pay phone in the small hallway which led to the rest rooms and called Robert's apartment. She could hear the burr of the bell as it rang and counted off seven rings. Then she hung up. Robert wasn't home or he was too sick to answer the phone. The thought of him being alone and too sick to take care of himself served to add to her anxiety. She debated going to his apartment, then gave in to her hunger and decided to have the hamburger first.
It would be nice to see Robert, she told herself as she munched her sandwich. Verna might not be home until late and she had only another boring evening to look forward to. If Verna did return, she might have to listen to her story of what happened over the weekend. That could be even more boring.
Donna knew what a sleep-in was and could draw her own conclusions of what had happened to Verna. Verna liked sex and would date any man who offered it to her. Her version of a sleep-in bore no resemblance to the high school slumber parties they had attended while going to Logan High School. Verna's version was more like a fuck-in. It was a nice way of telling parents that you were going to spend a weekend with a man and would go to bed with him.
Donna had endured all the sex she wanted for one day and wasn't interested in listening to any more. She finished her sandwich and gave Robert's apartment another call. His phone wasn't answered. She went back to her seat and sat down.
He could be dead, she mused, as she settled back in her seat and the plausibility of the notion made her shiver. She decided she would have to go see him.
Donna wanted to do the best thing. If he was ill, he might not want to have visitors and it was highly possible he had been gone all afternoon. If she could kill a few minutes she could call again and, if there was no answer, she could decide on a course of action. Robert could have been with his parents all day and would be home later on. Besides, his apartment was a long trip across town and she would have to take a cab to get there. She decided to wait until seven-thirty, then call again. He had told her, one time, that he was always home by seven o'clock.
With the California winter just around the corner, the rainy season would be upon them. It would be nice to enjoy a walk while it was still possible to do so. The air was becoming crisp and gave her a feeling of exhilaration to breathe it deep in her lungs and then exhale.
She strolled along, paying little attention to her direction or giving interest to the buildings she passed. It was only when she came to the wide yawning entrance of the Rio Theater that she paused, realizing she had been walking in a circle.
Large posters and photos called attention that the picture was titled Love In Blue and extolled the virtues of the semi-nude girls who looked blandly out at the viewer from various poses. It also declared that the movie was an X-rated movie.
Donna scrutinized the pictures, suddenly realizing she was tired. Her encounter with Tony Lampson had taken much of her energy and she wanted to sit down. She had considered using the bench at one of the bus stops but the cold wind was swirling bits of paper about the streets and forced her to raise the collar of her jacket about her neck. Killing time in the theater would be much more comfortable than sitting it out in the chill of an unprotected bus stop.
The odor of stale tobacco smoke hung over the interior of the theater as Donna shuffled down the aisle, searching for an empty seat. Male eyes turned in her direction as she passed, noting the short jacket, the skimpy skirt and the well-formed legs.
Loud voices carried to her from the screen as she searched the rows for a vacancy.
"Suck my cock, my precious, and you will cry with joy."
"Suck your own cock, you bastard. I'm a lady, not a cocksucker!"
"Cool it, baby! Your cunt smells and looks just like any other cunt."
"Your cock's a dried up twig! I want a real man when I suck! Go away!"
"You'll regret this, bitch! Cunt is cunt, even on a cow!"
Donna shaded her eyes with her hands to shut out the glare of the flickering screen. The shadows leaped across the faces of the spectators, making the empty seats that much harder to see. She peered anxiously into the dim haze-shrouded rows and sighed with relief as a couple rose from two seats on the aisle and shuffled back past her. She sank relieved into the second seat and settled back with a sigh. A hand moved across her leg, crawled down into her lap and scratched the fabric of her skirt. She wiggled, then pushed it away.
"Five bucks to finger your cunt," a thick voice whispered into her ear.
She scowled into the bloated face of the man in the next seat. He gave her a foolish grin, showing two missing teeth and made the offer again.
"How's about some cunt, baby?"
Donna leaned away from him. "Go away," she snapped.
"Ten dollars?"
"No!"
"Don't be uptight."
"Leave me alone."
"Fifteen dollars if you suck my cock."
Donna pressed into the empty seat until the armrest hurt her side. "NO, DAMN IT!" she snapped again. "Go away."
The flabby face creased into what was supposed to be a scowl and the bloodshot eyes peered at her through the haze. "Jesus! What's eatin' you?"
The odor of cheap wine made her wince. "Beat it, slob!"
"Twenty bucks to suck your cunt?"
"I said NO!"
The man squirmed in his seat and straightened. He continued to look at Donna as if assuming that a larger offer would bring results.
"You don't have to be so damn huffy about it!" he growled in irritation.
"I'll give you twenty bucks for a fuck."
Donna slapped the hand and pushed it from her lap a second time. "You let me alone or I'll scream!"
The man's face grew red and he clambered out of his seat. "Well fuck you, sister!" he retorted in a loud voice. He clambered across the legs of spectators, cursing and whining that he hadn't done anything. Then, unwittingly, settled down on the lap of a balding viewer. The viewer hissed into his ear.
"Git'yer ass off a me, ya damn wino! Git the hell out'a here!"
The man mumbled an apology and pushed through the mass of legs to the opposite aisle. Donna sighed again and turned her attention back to the screen.
On the screen, a black buck was shaking his cock at what was supposed to be a poor black girl. Neither actor seemed to be overly interested in the parts they were playing. The girl backed away from him, then displayed a forced smile to the audience. She rubbed a hand down across her pussy hair and made a pretense of rubbing her pussy.
"You can lick my ass if you want, black boy. It will cost you a hundred dollars."
The girl bent over, turned her buttocks to the audience and displayed the open lips of her cunt. The buck dropped to the floor behind her and started licking.
Something warm nestled against Donna's left ear and warm breath brushed her cheek.
"Five bucks if you'll jack me off, sweetie," a voice said.
Donna leaned in the opposite direction. "Get lost," she snapped.
"How about a handful of cunt?"
"No."
"Twenty nice ones for a ninety-nine... " Donna bellowed, "Oh God!"
She leaned forward in her seat, wanting to pull her head away from the chin stuck in her neck. The masher's face followed her forward.
"Thirty dollars for a good fuck... "
"NO!"
"That's a lot of bread, girlie!"
"Go fuck yourself!"
Donna scrambled from the seat, pulling away from the head so rapidly that the man behind lost his balance and fell forward against the seat. She paused in the aisle, brought her clenched fist down on the back of his head and then scurried for the safety of the lobby.
She wouldn't go see Robert, she decided. She wanted to go home and go to bed where she would be safe from the pawing hands of would-be mashers. She was tired and angry. It had been a very grueling day.
* * *
She awoke with a pounding headache, a sore throat and a desire to stay home from work. Because Verna hadn't come home, she was alone in the apartment and it would be nice to stay home and just read or look at magazines and not have to worry about writing up sales or wrapping packages for one day. As she fixed breakfast, she told herself it was her privilege to stay home when she wasn't feeling well. Surely Mr. Lampson would understand.
Lampson's voice sounded sympathetic when she called to inform him she had the flu.
"I'll take care of it," he told her in a warm voice. "You just get well. We may want to check the stock in the back room again."
"Yes, Mr. Lampson," Donna said weakly. She stared absently at the blank wall, trying to remember when she had checked stock with Mr. Lampson.
"Tony," his voice came back, correcting her. "I want to be called Tony by my friends."
"Yes, Tony. I want to... "
"Just get well," Lampson said interrupting her. Then he hung up, leaving her more confused than before.
She lounged around, reading a copy of Verna's Play girl magazine and looking at the pictures of the jocks which occupied more of the pages than did the reading matter. They were all photos of handsome young men, standing beside trees, mounting bicycles, even carrying surfboards. The one common factor was their nudity. They were all naked and hung with long fat cocks which, apparently, was supposed to turn her on. Instead, she found them rather boring and put the magazine aside. By one o'clock, she was suffering second thoughts and was wishing she had gone to work. She was quite relieved when the phone rang. Even if it turned out to be a wrong number, at least she could talk to someone. She lifted the receiver and said hello, then waited for the caller to identify himself.
When she heard the voice, her entire body began to tingle.
"Donna... Donna... This's Robert. You okay?"
"Oh," Donna said. She sucked in a deep breath to quiet her heart. Robert!
Robert was calling her! "I'm fine," she managed to say.
"Lampson said you were sick. You sure you're okay?"
"Sure," Donna said with a happy grin. "I'm fine now."
"I've been busy. Missed you a lot."
"Me too."
"Been going over plans with Dad. Big board meeting, you know. Sorta wanted you to go. Could you?"
"Sure," Donna whispered into the phone. Her heart began to beat rapidly.
Robert was asking her to attend a board meeting. That could mean that he intended to ask her to marry him and would announce it to the directors.
"We're planning a party. A special sort of party," the voice in her ear said.
"That's nice."
"The company will be fifty years old and Dad says that should call for a celebration."
"That would be fun."
"He's leaving the entertainment up to me."
"That's great... "
"I want to see you."
"Me too... "
"You could meet me over here... "
"I'll come right away," she breathed happily.
* * *
The next twenty minutes, Donna spent picking out the prettiest skirt she had and borrowed a very sheer blouse from Verna's side of the closet to go with it. She wanted Robert to be pleased, and short skirts and flimsy blouses was one mode of dress she knew he liked. She wanted him to be very, very proud of her.
The image of herself in the apartment's small mirror appeared quite womanly with the slight eye shadow she had taken from Verna's makeup kit. That was another thing Robert approved of-older women. This should prove to him that she was maturely older than her nineteen years.
She gave herself an A for appearance and had just turned from the mirror when she heard the phone ring a second time. This time the caller wasn't Robert.
"Miss Delong, this is Leonard Barker. Bobby asked me to call you."
Donna turned the name over in her mind. Leonard... Leonard... Her mind refused to accept the name, then the painful truth dawned on her. Leonard, Robert's brother. Why was he calling her?
"Why?" she managed to ask into the mouthpiece. "Is something wrong?"
"He had to go with Dad."
"Oh?"
"He can't meet you at the Flamingo."
Instant disappointment doused her spirits. She suddenly felt a little weak.
"He wants you to meet him at the Regency," the voice was saying.
"Regency... " Leonard's voice was sharp and crisp as if he was in a hurry but wanted to make certain she understood. "On North First Street. Bobby left in a hurry... couldn't call you himself... Meet him there... Okay?"
"Whatever he wants," Donna stated with renewed hope. "Will he be long?"
The voice made a sound, as if the speaker was thinking, "They have a meeting downtown. An hour, maybe."
Donna said thanks and hung up with a bit of reservation. Leonard hadn't mentioned a cab but she was certain that Robert would still send one. She was disappointed because she had anticipated going to the Flamingo since the dining room catered to social parties and was known as a popular dine and dance spot. Donna felt dancing was a very healthy recreation and hoped that she could teach Robert.
Fifteen minutes later, she was in the cab and being driven downtown, fully aware that she had never heard of the Regency and a little puzzled over the way the driver had reacted when she gave him the name. He stated that he knew where the motel was and would take her there immediately if she liked, or he could drive her along the strip if she wanted to kill a little time.
"Of course, if you go now, you can always knock off a couple before yer guy gets there," he told her. Donna settled down in the back, even more confused but unwilling to show her ignorance by asking the driver what he had meant.
Her confusion continued to grow as the cab turned from the El Camino and headed into an older section of San Jose. This wasn't what she had expected and she wondered if the driver might be mistaken. Robert had never approved of anything but the best, which was one of the reasons she liked him and she had expected their meeting to be in a place she could be proud of. What she was seeing now looked seedy and run down.
Her disappointment was confirmed when the cab pulled up to the curb beside the driveway of an ancient looking group of buildings. A large neon sign, depicting a dancing nude girl, was fastened to a pole above the main building. The outlines of the girl's legs kicked repeatedly as the progressing neon tubes flashed off and on.
The driver pointed out the office and gave her a sardonic grin. "Have lots of fun, kiddo. This place sure has the works." Then he crawled back into his cab and drove away as if afraid of being seen in such an area.
There was nothing Donna could do but follow through. She went to the office, her platform shoes making a hollow clacking sound on the blacktop surface of the drive as if warning her to turn and run while she had the chance.
The clerk, behind the office desk, repeated the name.
"Barker? Sure. Room one-fifteen. Third door down." He pointed the way and gave her a leering smile as an opening gesture. "Ya got a nice ass, honey," he stated after a prolonged appraisal. "If there's anything ya need, just call. We got everything."
A large cardboard sign on the wall above his head held her attention and she vaguely heard him.
FUCK PICTURES SHOWN AT THREE, SIX AND NINE.
SWITCH KEYS AVAILABLE FROM CLERK-$5.00 Donna said 'thank you' and followed the line indicated by his pointing finger. It carried her past two dingy unites to her own.
After turning on the one small light which glowed from inside a glass shade hanging in a corner, to light the room, Donna settled down on the edge of the water bed to look around. The inside of the room looked just as depressing as the outside.
A small black and white television set occupied a position on the wall beyond the foot of the bed, supported by poles so that the viewer could relax or rest and still be able to see the screen. A sign placed under the set announced it was the only closed circuit television in the city and switch keys were available at the office. Another card stated the program for the day was The Teen-age Whore and the Happy Bachelor, an XXX-rated movie which shouldn't be viewed unless accompanied by a partner. It also announced that rubbers were available at the office-one-fifty each.
Donna peered dismally at the television set and the sign underneath it. In all her life, she had never seen anything like this and the more she looked, the more depressed she became. She couldn't understand why Robert would choose such a place to plan the events of their coming engagement.
The small bathroom was no better, she learned when she finally decided to look at it. There were no doors on the shower stall and the door to the bathroom didn't close tight.
At three o'clock, Robert hadn't arrived and she wondered if she had understood Leonard properly. He had said the Regency and this was the Regency. But where was Robert?
She settled down again to wait, counting off the minutes and wishing there was some better way to spend the time. She was thrilled when a knock finally sounded on the unit door. She rushed to let him in but the man who faced her when she opened the door wasn't Robert Barker. He was older than Robert, crudely dressed and stalked into the room as if he was being expected. He paused to stare at Donna as he unbuckled the belt on his pants.
"Hurry up, chickie," he blustered. "Get your pants off. I ain't got all day."
Donna's mind froze as her heart began to pound. She motioned helplessly. "Go away. This is my room... go away!"
The man frowned as if in doubt, but continued to remove his pants. "Not until I get into your cunt, chickie. I can't help it if I'm late."
"But this is my room... " Donna protested.
The man pushed his pants down his legs and pulled them off over his shoes.
"I don't care whose room it is. Get your ass on the bed."
"No."
The man tossed his pants on the floor and worked with the buttons of his shorts. He frowned as he took them off.
"I didn't pay no fifty dollars to argue with you, girlie! Get your ass on that bed or I'll break your fuckin' arm!"
Donna closed her hands over her face. What was happening to her? What was this man doing here? Where was Robert? She wanted to cry out, to scream for help but her vocal cords wouldn't respond. A huge lump had formed in her throat and refused to go away. All she could do was moan.
"Get your damn clothes off, girlie," the man shouted. "My cock is aching to get in your crack!"
Donna shook her head with mounting fear, moaning softly. "Oh no... oh no... oh no... noooooooo!"
Rough hands grasped her shoulders, forcing her backward across the floor toward the bed until her legs struck the frame of the water bed. She teetered, lost her balance and toppled back onto the bed. His hands raised her skirt, grasped the fragile bikini panties she had worn to please Robert and ripped them apart. Then he was pulling off her shoes and she could hear them hit the floor as he threw them aside.
"Get your ass over where I can hit your cunt," his demanding voice ordered.
"I can't get a cock in you laying there."
Donna forced her body back on the bed and twisted around. It had to be a bad dream, she told herself. She would get up in a few minutes and discover it was all just a bad dream.
"Open your blouse, chickie. I might suck a tit."
Donna fingered the buttons. She cringed at the thought of what was about to happen. This man, this animal, this horrible monster was going to rape her.
He was going to thrust his cock into her cunt and fuck until he was satisfied. What she wanted seemed to make no difference to him and there was nothing she could do about it. She had heard of girls who were lured to out of the way motels and beaten if they didn't give in. She knew she would have to give in. She had to let this horrible person fuck her.
He was standing beside the bed, rubbing his growing cock and grinning at her. His mean, evil eyes seemed to be devouring the looks of her tender pussy. He bent down, pushed her rumpled skirt even higher, then grunted.
"Open the blouse, chickie. I want to kiss your titties first."
She unbuttoned the three buttons on the front of the blouse and pulled it open. The salacious grin grew broader.
"You're a real looker, honey. Fifty bucks ain't bad for a fuck like you."
She stared up at his loathsome organ, noting the glossy, bulbous head and the huge shaft. She winced at the sight of his scrotum which hung from the base and swayed back and forth with his movements. She wanted to cry out in protest of what he was doing to her, but her throat was so numb she couldn't force the words.
The man pointed his cock at her open cunt and licked his lips. "I got a lot of meat, honey. Whenever it gets near a cunt, it just wants to crawl right in."
Donna stared at his huge prick and balls. She knew she was going to be violated, to be fucked against her will. It was unbelievable that anyone could act and talk the way this man was acting. She wanted to pretend that it wasn't true, that she wasn't going to be used simply as a hole, a sexual receptacle for the satisfaction of his craven desire. He was an animal, a sexual maniacal beast. She pressed her hands down across the pubic hair of her pussy as if attempting to protect it from the insertion of that loathsome cock. She wanted to shrink into the bed, to disappear before his eyes. She whimpered helplessly to herself.
The man appeared pleased by what he was doing to her. His eyes held a gleeful expression and his tongue flicked out as if anxious to taste the flavor of her tender cunt juices. He leered at her, still pointing his cock toward her body.
"Get your ass ready, chickie. I'm comin'."
Donna shuddered and managed to mumble, "Go away."
"You could take that damn skirt off!" he bleated. He grasped the fabric and jerked it. The waist band dug into Donna's hip.
"Take it off, damn it!" the man roared. "I want to lick your ass too!"
Donna fumbled with the zipper and forced it down the slide. The man grasped the sides and jerked the skirt down over her hips. The fabric bit into her tender skin and she blurted aloud.
"Oh God! Oh God!"
Now that he could look upon her naked body, the man was satisfied. He climbed onto the bed, forced her legs apart and settled down on his knees between them. The water mattress rocked gently from the force of his movement. He laughed and touched her tender cunt with his fingers. "You'll love this, chickie," he promised. "When Bucky fucks a gal, she's really fucked."
Donna only partially heard what he was saying. She moaned, begging him to stop.
"Please," she whimpered. "Please, oh please!"
There was no foreplay to his forced lovemaking, no preparation and no attempt to arouse her own desires. There was only his animalistic demand to make herself available. He pushed her legs wider apart, opening the tender lips of her unwilling cunt so he could thrust his massive cock into her. She could feel him touching the aching pussy lips, forcing them wide, gripping the soft flesh and crushing any desire she might have to exclude him.
His bulbous cock pressed into the mouth of her cunt, seeking entry. Donna winced again as he increased the pressure and cried out in pain as the massive head was forced into the opening of her cunt.
"Please," she begged. "Oh please!"
The man jerked her cunt lips open with his finger and thrust his cock into the increased opening. "Shut up, bitch!" he growled.
The rapacious prick wormed into the opening, seeking more space, forcing her cunt to dimensions it had never attained before. She began to cry softly. A grunt and a blurted, "Oh shit," from the man tormenting her cunt proved that he was too bestial to care.
"Here's some real fuckin', chickie," he chortled. "Open your ass up so old Buckie can hit bottom!"
He forced his pelvis into her squirming defenseless crotch, slapping his groin against the soft pink skin. His cock slithered into the enraged flesh and plunged deep into her quivering cunt.
Donna wanted to hold back the squeal that erupted from her lips. She didn't want the man to know he was hurting her so dreadfully. The agony caused by his barbaric action was too much and she cried out.
The man paused for a moment.
"Shut up, you silly bitch!" he snarled angrily. Then he began thrusting into her aching cunt in earnest.
Donna covered her mouth with her hands to restrain the sobs welling up into her lips. She couldn't let him know how much she hated him, how much she would like to kill him. If he knew, it would only force him to increase the torture he was inflicting on her body. She knew that if he hurt her any more, she would surely die and Robert could never ask her to marry him.
She couldn't remember how long she had been there. It seemed like hours. All Donna could remember was that she was there, in a cheap motel room and the man who called himself Bucky was fucking her. Time had brought some adjustments.
Her tender cunt was becoming accustomed to the shafting of Bucky's monstrous prick and it didn't hurt like it had at first. In fact, she had to admit, it was beginning to feel pleasant.
Her eyes were dry, her sobs had gone away and she had accepted the situation for what it must be. Leonard had lured her there so Bucky could fuck her and now that the truth had been revealed, she could accept the horrible revelation that Robert wasn't coming to meet her. He hadn't changed his plans and might, right then, be at the Flamingo looking for her and wondering why she didn't come. Bucky was the person she had been lured there to meet and he had paid someone fifty dollars for the pleasure of fucking her.
Looking up into his face now, Donna suddenly realized she was liking what he was doing to her. The movements of his pulsating cock were bringing her cunt alive to a new excitement she had never experienced before.
"Oh it's good!" she moaned, reaching her arms up for him. "Push that prick in hard!"
Bucky was panting from his exertion and his actions were becoming even more intense as he bucked his ass up and down over her. He slammed his groin down upon her own and twisted his ass to force it a little bit farther.
Donna was still murmuring. "I like it! I'm beginning to like it!"
She grasped him around the waist, dug her fingernails into the soft skin of his back and scraped it from his shoulders to his hips.
"Make me come," she pleaded. "Puck my cunt until I explode!"
Bucky grunted again and drew in a deep breath. His eyes appeared to be burning with an inward fire, a fire that must have come up all the way from his scorching cock.
"It's coming, chickie. It's gonna go bang just any time!"
"Oh yes... Oh please... Fill my cunt with delicious cock juice...
Ahhhhhhh... It's so good!"
His ass bucked up and down as if keeping time to some rapid beat she couldn't hear and the speed of his thrusting was beating her sore cunt into a mass of swollen flesh. Lubrication from her pussy oozed down his shaft, making the action easier and creating a suction that was bringing new sensations inside her slippery cunt.
"This is beautiful fucking," she whispered up at him. "Your cock feels so good!"
"It's comin', chickie," he whispered back.
Then it was there.
She had been certain that his cock couldn't get any bigger but it did. She felt it swelling and pushing against her cunt lips, stretching them even more. Then a tremor swept through his body which was felt in the skin of his taut prick. It began to jerk, creating a motion and pressure inside of her cunt, while it was still pumping in and out. She heard his deep sigh. His face froze into a grimace and he grunted, "Oh Christ... Oh oh Christ... " Donna lifted her legs from the surface of the water bed and increasing the elevation of her cunt. Bucky rocked gently on the platform created by her cunt and ass. He cooed with delight, then rocked some more. Donna's sucking cunt pulled on his prick.
She could hear him moaning, whispering words, crying with his own pleasure.
His shaft stabbed deep. She felt it jerk, then something warm and sticky was oozing out of her cunt. Jism flowed down her crack to the tender rim of her asshole. It felt so good she wanted to cry again, only this time, with pleasure.
Bucky blurted, "Shit... Oh shit!"
His ass jerked backward again and he drove his cock down into her wet cunt with a deep moan. He jerked once, then remained still, completely spent, awaiting his cock juice to flood her pussy. She felt his hot skin as he sank down over her and she held him tight as if drawing more of his juice from him by clasping his tired body to her own.
"That was good," she whispered in his ear. "That was really good."
"Yeah," Bucky said, nodding. "Chickie, you are one real fuck!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Donna forced herself to go to work, knowing that an additional absence, without a doctor's certificate to substantiate it, would go against her record. Mitch nodded a friendly greeting when she entered the cloak room and seemed a little more attentive than usual. She returned the greeting, pleased that he had noticed her.
"Hope everything's okay," he whispered as she slipped by him to hang up her coat.
She assured him it was, placed her jacket on the rack and hurried forward to her counter. Tony Lampson nodded in her direction as she scurried past his desk, then returned his attention to a form he was studying.
Donna was placing carbon in her sales book when Mitch caught up with her.
"Thought you might like to see the pictures," he stated, leaning over the counter.
Donna tucked the slip of carbon paper between the leaves of her sales book before answering. She eyed him casually, only partially interested in what he was saying.
"I did see them, remember?"
He met her gaze with a faint grin. "Sure. Thought you might want to see some more."
"Like what?"
Mitch reached for the hand holding the sales book. His fingers closed over her wrist. The action gave Donna a feeling of self-consciousness and she pulled her hand away. "Not here!" she chided. "People are watching."
Mitch nodded toward the back of the store. "How about back there?"
"No."
"I could show the pictures to the kids upstairs!"
Donna's hand froze in a poised position above the sales book and she turned pained eyes to view the boy she had considered her friend.
"Show the pictures upstairs?" she asked, her voice husky with fear.
Mitch nodded.
"In the office... " He nodded again.
"But Robert... " The sly grin became a twisted smirk. "Robert sees everything that goes around the office."
"You wouldn't do that!" Donna blurted hopefully.
The smirk grew deeper. "Not if you do something for me."
Blackmail! Donna's heart almost stopped beating. That had to be the reason Mitch had taken the pictures. So he could blackmail her. He obviously wanted money.
"I can't pay you," she whispered in a hoarse whisper. "I don't have any money. Not any at all."
Mitch leaned closer to her, his eyes gazing boldly into her own. "Not money, honey. Cunt, just cunt."
"Cunt... " Her lips formed the horrible word. "You want me... "
"Fuck, honey. I want to eat your little cunt, then fuck you. I've got a big hardon for you."
Donna wailed, "Oh no!" The cry burst from her lips before she could think and she twisted, looking to see if anyone had heard. Tony Lampson was still at his desk, studying his morning stock sheets. She smiled faintly in his direction and turned her back so he couldn't see her anguish.
"I couldn't do that," she whispered.
The smirk became a little drawn on his lean face and Mitch frowned. "You fucked Leonard, why not me?"
Donna was completely dumbfounded by the statement. How had Mitch learned about she and Leonard? Leonard had promised not to tell. Her feelings of amazement turned to ones of fear. Now Mitch knew. If he should show the pictures of she and Mitch fucking and also told him about her involvement with Leonard, her entire future would be dead. He would consider her nothing more than a cheap whore and would never ask her to marry him.
She peered across the counter at Mitch. "You won't tell?" she asked hopefully. "Not ever?"
Mitch appeared vastly pleased that his campaign had achieved results so quickly. His eyes sparkled and he pushed a lock of brown hair back from his forehead. "Not ever," he promised.
Donna put her book away and followed Mitch to the back of the store. She wanted to pretend they were going back to look for merchandise. If she could make herself believe it, perhaps her face wouldn't show the concern she was feeling inside. With the holiday season approaching, it was quite common for the clerks to have to look for a special item for a particular customer and they then had to go back to the stock rooms to find it. She hoped that no one had noticed that Mitch was the only person who had been to her counter since she opened for the morning.
She followed Mitch through door after door, feeling a sense of doing something from habit, until he found one he was satisfied with. It was quite small, she noticed when he had turned on a light, and contained nothing but shabby looking carpet display racks and a number of carpet remnants, one atop of the other, on the floor. To Donna, it looked suspiciously like they had been arranged for a specific purpose.
She stared apprehensively at the pile of carpet, paying little attention to what Mitch was doing behind her.
"Locking up," he told her, coming around beside her. "Don't want anybody busting in."
Donna closed her lips to keep back the sob that was so close to them. Now, she couldn't get away. She would have to let Mitch fuck her.
Naturally he would want her to undress.
She reached for the back zipper of her dress, straining her arm to reach it.
Mitch pulled the zipper down her back and she could hear him muttering something. The dress, relieved of the tension of the fastener, dropped off her shoulders and, when she wiggled, dropped to her waist, baring her firm round breasts. She pushed it farther down her body, let it drop to the floor and stepped out of it. Her pink skin looked warm and inviting in the glow of the one small bulb and the skimpy bikini panties served only to entice and enhance the small region they were supposed to hide.
Mitch surveyed her slender figure with appreciative eyes and licked his lips.
"Beautiful tits," he commented. "I like sucking your tits."
Donna removed the skimpy panties and tossed them onto the dress pile, then she peered reluctantly at the pile of carpets.
'It isn't exactly a bed, honey," Mitch said, noting her reluctance. "But it ain't bad."
Donna was still afraid to speak. She could see the way he was viewing her pussy and it frightened. He had been so kind, so considerate when they were in his apartment that she found it difficult to understand why he was acting this way now.
He was viewing her with an amused smile.
"Make with the skin, baby," snickered. He grasped her arms pulling her in close, pressing her body tight to his own. She could feel the rough fabric of his pants on her stomach and the metal of his belt buckle was cold on her skin. His hand patted her on the back, worked down to the cheeks of her round little ass and slapped it lightly with his hand.
"You're beautiful," he murmured in her ear. "I've dreamed about your luscious cunt."
Then he backed away and began to undress, unbuckling the belt, unzipping his fly, forcing his pants down over his hips and attempting to take them off over his shoes. It wouldn't work and he had to squat, untie his shoes and remove them before removing his pants. To Donna, the situation could have been funny if she hadn't been so unhappy.
Men wore such an awful lot of clothing, she thought. They wore pants and shirts and undershirts and shorts and, sometimes, even a jockstrap. Robert had shown her his jockstrap once. He had worn it while playing basketball and hadn't taken it off before coming home. He had taken it off in the bathroom and the thing had left his penis all twisted up with little squiggly lines on the skin, caused by the tightness of it over the restrained flesh. She had intended to ask him if it hurt. When he had taken it off, his prick had began to grow and got so hard it had frightened her.
It wasn't until he had thrust it into her cunt that she had forgotten how sorry it had looked. She wondered if Mitch had ever worn a jockstrap and if his cock would look as pitiful as Robert's had.
She waited anxiously while Mitch removed his pants, then watched intently as he removed the jocky type shorts he was wearing. He had worn Bermuda shorts before, she remembered. They had hung loose on his body and did nothing for him. These, she decided, were much better. They fit tight around his waist and across his groin and fit snugly over his balls. When he removed them, his penis flopped down, hanging limply at an angle, then began to stretch.
It was rather fun to watch.
Mitch held his cock up, pointing it at her.
"Suck it," he suggested. He gave her a broad grin, as if he was pleased with the size of his organ.
"I'd rather jack you off," Donna retorted. She touched it, timidly, then squeezed the head of the growing penis. She had intended the statement as a joke but Mitch was delighted.
"Yeah," he beamed happily. "Then I'll fingerfuck you."
"Who goes first?"
"You."
She grasped the growing cock in her full hand and squeezed it gently. It was getting bigger, longer, rounder.
Mitch sighed. "That's great," he whispered.
Donna held her fingers loose around the growing shaft, barely touching the soft skin with her fingertips. She moved her hand up and down, gently massaging the warm flesh, rubbing from the round, pink knob, back to the soft kinky hair that surrounded Mitch's organ.
Mitch sighed again. "That's really great!" he told her.
Her fear was suddenly gone and in its place was a feeling of anticipation.
The growing prick in her fingers was so soft, so pleasant that it seemed a shame to spoil it with a method so gross, so primitive.
She gave Mitch a warm smile. "It's too nice to waste like this. I'd rather suck it."
"Oh, yes." Mitch moaned. "Suck the shit out of it."
"I want you to be happy, Mitch. Sucking a cock does an awful lot for a man.
I'm going to suck it real good."
"Stick it in your mouth, baby. I've got a big load for you."
Donna could feel the blood pulsing through the growing prick and long purple lines traced the blood veins along the length of it. The flaccid skin was becoming tighter and the pink knob on the end of it was becoming smooth and shiny.
"Suck it, honey! Suck the shit out of it!" Mitch burbled.
Donna worked her fingers slowly along the shaft, touching it lightly with the tips, massaging the skin. It responded to her touch, becoming rigid, turning a pale pink and thrusting outward like a battering ram. She held the prick up, rubbed the knob against her lips, then opened her mouth. She licked it lightly with her tongue, then drew it slowly in between her teeth.
She clamped her lips around the throbbing shaft, drawing it farther into her mouth, lapping it rapidly with her tongue.
Mitch stood poised, his legs spread, his head elevated, his eyes closed. He was completely lost in the ecstasy of what was happening to his prick.
Twinges of pleasure erupted around his asshole, then crawled up the tender skin to the base of his cock. There, it stabbed along the length of his prick to the tender head. He cooed softly to himself and arched his groin forward so that every inch of his pulsating prick would be enveloped by her tender mouth.
Donna sucked hard, drawing his cock into her mouth as far as possible. With her free hand, she grasped the sack housing his balls and squeezed gently, moving her fingers up and down the sensitive bag. Each stab of her tongue and each touch of her fingers brought a gasp of joy from Mitch.
Donna moved her head back and forth, dragging her moist lips along the tight skin of his hard prick. At the same time, her tongue lapped around the end of it, massaging the tender pink knob. Mitch cooed softly, giving vent to his pleasure.
"That's it, honey! Lick the shit out of it! My ass feels like it will explode!"
Donna tightened her lips over the pulsating prick.
"Bite it, honey." Mitch cooed. "Bite it hard!"
Donna thrust the stiff prick in, then out, of her mouth, pausing on the out stroke to lap the pink knob with deft motions of her tongue. Mitch was moaning and making sounds she couldn't understand. She continued to squeeze his balls, kneading the sack with gentle fingers. Each time she squeezed, he lifted himself on tiptoe, then sank back down again. Each time, he muttered to himself. "Shit... oh shit... OH SHIIITTTTTTTTT!"
Neither of them heard the scraping of the door lock or noticed the knob turn slowly. It wasn't until the door was pushed open that they both turned startled eyes, to look into the face of Tony Lampson, the floor supervisor.
"So this is where you are." Lampson stated sarcastically. "I wondered where you were going in such a hurry."
Donna Delong wanted to sink into the concrete floor and never come back to life again. For the second time in her life, she had been caught in a sexual involvement by Tony Lampson. She felt mortified, humiliated, and slightly mad.
She stared helplessly into the frowning face and keen blue eyes.
"You could have invited me to join you," Lampson said with a sneer.
Donna wanted to cry out, to explain why she was there. She had to do it to keep Robert from seeing the pictures. She removed Mitch's cock from her mouth and wiped her lips with her hand.
"I didn't mean... " she whispered hoarsely. "I didn't... " Lampson laughed, then slipped into the room and closed the door. "A little whore like you never means anything," he stated sarcastically. "You like cock and you don't care what horse it's on."
Mitch turned a pale face to meet the accusation.
"Leave her alone," he said, sticking up for Donna. "She came because I told her to."
Lampson grunted to show his disdain. "And she'll come if anybody else tells her to," he snorted. "These little bitches are all alike."
Mitch attempted to overcome Lampson's accusations. "She really isn't... " he tried to say, "She didn't... " Lampson gave a lopsided grin and his eyebrows knitted in disbelief. "These backroom whores never intend to do anything. They have a cunt and they want to be sure everyone gets a crack at it."
Donna glared at the person of Tony Lampson. She cried, "Shut up, both of you!" She climbed to her feet and reached for her clothing.
"You insisted I let you fuck me!" she cried. "I did! Now you call me a whore!"
Lampson was visibly irritated by Donna's declaration and defiance and he hastened to declare his own innocence.
"You were fucking Leonard," he chided. "Anybody who fucks Leonard is a whore."
Donna could see there was little use in attempting to explain. Lampson had decided in his own mind and wouldn't change it. But now he was in a position that he couldn't tell anyone about it. If Mitch showed the pictures to the office now, he could be fired and be blackballed so he could never find another job. If Lampson said anything, he could be fired and lose all of his pension rights. Something nice was happening for Donna. Suddenly she was free of the hold that both men had on her and she would never need to give in to either of them again. Now that the three of them had reached an impasse, there was no need to continue doing something she didn't want to do. She hurriedly donned her skimpy panties, her dress and shoes. Mitch watched, undecided as to what to do.
"Don't do this, Donna," he pleaded. "My cock is burning up."
"Finish him off," Lampson urged. "Then you can suck me off."
Donna gave both a soft smile and turned to the door. "Sorry," she stated with newfound strength. "You can suck each other off. I'm going home and Mr.
Lampson can put me down for sick pay for today." She flounced to the door and grasped the knob. Then she turned back to give them her parting shot. "... because you both make me sick," she finished. Then she slipped through the door and pulled it tightly shut behind her. Whatever went on between Mitch and Lampson was no longer a concern of hers. She had found a new freedom and intended to exercise it as much as possible.
CHAPTER NINE
The following days were uneventful and Donna relaxed from the ordeals of Monday and Tuesday. Robert didn't contact her and repeated calls to his office resulted only in answers that he was unavailable. Donna began to think he was avoiding her and some of the old fear crept back into her heart.
Mitch, the camera clerk and Tony Lampson spoke to her only briefly and when she happened to see either, in the cloak room, they turned their backs and pretended to be occupied by some other object. Such treatment brought Donna a sense of relief because she was now certain that her sexual involvement with them was now a thing of the past.
It was with an extreme sense of pleasure that she learned Robert had been unable to call and wanted to see her. It was seven-ten, Friday evening, when the phone rang in the apartment.
"Been awful busy," Robert's voice said in the receiver. "Dad wanted me to make this trip and I couldn't refuse."
Donna sighed happily. "I was a little worried," she told him. "Not being able to see you and all."
He sounded very sympathetic and even a little apologetic. "Sorry I couldn't meet you at the motel. Dad insisted I go with him. Hope you didn't mind too much. I told Leonard to tell you it was all off."
"You told Leonard... " Donna's voice trailed off into silence as the meaning of his words exploded on her. "Leonard was supposed to tell me you couldn't make it?"
"Yes. He did call, didn't he?"
Donna answered yes, but hesitated to explain what had happened. She might not be hearing him correctly and if she told him now, he could get terribly upset. There would be ample time to explain later, after they had had an opportunity to renew their love and have a little sex together. What she wanted more than anything else right now was for Robert to thrust his cock into her happy cunt and fuck her right there on the apartment floor. It could be so much fun. Just rolling around, hugging each other tight and his beautiful prick soaking in her wet pussy.
"Oh, Robert, it's so wonderful!" she exclaimed. Then she lowered her tone and asked. "Can you come over tonight?"
There was a long pause on the phone as if Robert was thinking over the invitation. Then his voice came back sharp and firm. "No. I want you to come over here."
"Over where?"
"Over to the house. I'm all alone and you could help me with some of the problems. I have to work on the board meeting entertainment. We would have the house all to ourselves."
Donna was elated. Being alone with Robert was the one thing she wanted more than anything else. Just the two of them.
"I'd like that," she whispered with a happy sigh. "What shall I wear?"
Robert's laugh sounded good in her ear. She could tell he was pleased. "Very little, baby. I've got something in mind for you and I don't want clothing getting in the way." Then he laughed again.
The simplest thing she had was a play sack and she decided to wear that. It was shaped like a large print pillow case with arm and neck holes cut into it and was meant strictly for lounging, like on the beach or at home for an evening of reading or television. With nothing underneath, Robert should be very pleased. She told Robert she was happy to come. Robert had sounded so pleased and cheerful that this could be the very night he would ask that all important question.
It was with a sense of gaiety that she took a quick shower, then donned the sack-like garment and pulled in the waist with a cord belt from Verna's side of the closet. Just a tug of the cord, a flip of her arms and she would be ready for Robert's lovemaking in seconds. Oh happy day... Oh happy, happy day!
* * *
The house looked rather dark when the cab pulled up in the curved driveway and stopped beside the brick walk that led up to the arched doorway of the large two story house. The driver waited until she reached the front door, then drove away. Donna paused in the gloom, looking for the doorbell switch, her heart beating a little faster than usual. It was with a little effort that she finally located the switch and pushed the tiny knob. She heard the soft buzz from somewhere beyond the door and waited patiently. There was a soft scraping, a slight rustle, then the door was pulled inward and an elderly man stood in the opening.
"Good evening Miss," he said greeting her, then waited for her to speak.
Donna sensed that he was smiling but the glow of a light behind him shadowed his face so that she wasn't entirely certain. She told him, good evening, then waited for him to step aside so she could enter.
"You will find the young folk up there," he stated with reserved dignity. He pointed to the curved stairway which rose upward to the second floor. Then he beckoned for her to come in.
Donna strode past him and hurried up the steps.
* * *
The gloom of the stairway opened onto a dim and quiet hallway and looking into the gray emptiness, Donna debated going on or turning back to the ground floor. The fact that Robert hadn't opened the door for her was very disturbing. He had definitely told her they would be alone but, now that she was here, he was nowhere in evidence. She paused on the top step and peered intently along the hall. It seemed so awfully quiet.
It was a long moment before she decided to stay, to search for the 'young folk' which the elderly man had told her were upstairs. She could listen at the doors and, if that didn't bring results, call out Robert's name.
She had almost settled on the latter when she realized she was no longer alone in the stillness of the hallway. Somewhere, up ahead, a door had opened and she saw a dark shape against the lighter gray of the walls. Then, as she watched, the figure appeared to be coming closer and she felt a wave of relief. Naturally that would be Robert. He had probably been engaged in something important and hadn't realized the time. Now he was coming to meet her and they would finally be alone together.
She moved quickly toward the figure, her heart pacing her steps and her mind ringing with the joy of their finally meeting. It was so wonderful, so very, very wonderful.
"Robert... " Her lips formed the words but her voice was only a soft whisper. Something was telling her she was wrong. It wasn't Robert. It was... It was...
It was a sculpturesque young man in his early twenties and he was displaying the human male body in all of its glory. Donna realized, with a start, that the young man was completely naked and was confronting her as casually as if he had just met her on the street outside.
She wanted to look away but she couldn't. He looked so perfect.
His chest appeared broad and powerful and she wondered how it would feel to be crushed to it in a tight embrace. Even in the gloom of the poorly lighted hallway, she could see how flat his stomach was. The hair which covered the base of his penis looked dark and kinky. She tried not to look but her gaze was drawn magnetically to the shaft dangling from the thatch of hair. It bobbed as he moved and swung gently to and fro when he didn't. She continued to look at it, realizing it was in a semi-extended condition, as if he had just finished looking at a pretty cunt, in full bloom.
He held a hand across his navel as if wanting to hide it from her view. Then his face creased in a broad grin and he said, "Hi, baby."
Donna forced her eyes from the lithesome figure and shifted back to view his smiling face. She tried to speak again.
"I... Where... What... " She found that she couldn't.
His eyes look warm and very friendly. He seemed a little amused. "Cat got your tongue?" he inquired.
"I... I... I... "
"You need a drink."
Donna nodded dumbly. He took her hand and led her back along the hall.
The room the young man took her to was no better lighted than the hallway had been and Donna felt as if she had been ushered into a closed box. It was only after several seconds, and her eyes became accustomed to the dim light, that she was able to make out definite shapes. Across the room was the outline of a bed, and on it other shapes. She could see them, bodies in various positions, lying crosswise on the bed and all of them seemed to be indulged in hectic motion.
Round asses bobbed up and down and there was a series of grunts and groans from the participants of the action. It was as if the room was full of writhing bodies. She felt the heat of the flush that mounted her cheeks and, even in the dull light, suddenly realized she was watching people in the action of making love. Every person in the room was either fucking or being fucked and she felt like a peeping torn. Without any stretch of her imagination, she realized she had been led into an orgy, a group of people indulging in sex and everywhere she looked, there were couples fucking and fucking and fucking...
But no Robert? Nothing made any sense. Robert was to have been alone, yet, here were all of these people. Perhaps he was here and she could ask him why... why...
She called the name softly. "Robert!"
From across the room there came a laugh, a pause, then a giggle.
"I'm Robert," a voice said.
Donna peered toward the sound but could only see more indistinct shapes. She spoke the name again. "Robert?"
"Over here! I'm Robert!"
This time the sound came from another direction.
"Where... where... " She realized she was stuttering.
"Here... over here," the voice said.
There was a stronger laugh, then a soft giggle.
"If you want to fuck, I'm Robert!"
There was another laugh, then another. Then a series of laughs. Donna was even more confused. She turned back to the door. She could leave and call Robert tomorrow. The young man grasped her arm again. She couldn't see his face distinctly but she was certain he was still smiling.
"If you want to fuck, baby, I'll fuck you," he promised.
Donna sought to explain. "I didn't come here to fuck. I came to see Robert."
"He isn't here," a voice said.
She felt as if she was in a deep well, speaking words and getting back only echo's. He isn't here... he isn't here... he isn't here...
"I'm going home," she stated in a loud voice. "I don't care if he isn't here."
The young man's hand tightened on her arm again. "Let's fuck, baby."
"I don't want to fuck."
"I've got a big cock."
"I don't want a big cock, I want Robert."
"Bring her Robert," the voices chanted. "Bring her Robert and a cock."
There was loud laughter and the lights grew brighter, as if someone had turned up a dimmer switch. Now she could see the people in the room and they were all young boys and girls. They were in various positions on the huge bed, entwined together on the floor, and standing close together in the corners. They were all naked and they were all indulging in sex. Boys were fucking girls. Boys were sucking girls and boys were fingerfucking girls.
All eyes turned in her direction and there was an outburst of dismay. "That isn't Viola! Who is she?"
Donna was beginning to understand. These kids had been expecting Viola. It was some sort of game. They had turned out the lights and were going to cry surprise at a given time, like at a birthday party. Only she wasn't Viola.
What were all these kids doing here? The young man pulled on her arm. He said, "Get your clothes off, baby, so we can fuck."
She could tell he was becoming irritated.
* * *
Donna didn't want to take her clothing off and she didn't want to fuck but the young man's fingers were digging into her arm and she could see he was getting mad. She knew that when a man had a hardon, it was useless to argue with him and this young man had a big hardon. His penis was fully inflated and was sticking out like the tongue of a wagon. It looked so long and so rigid she found it a pleasure to look at it. A quick thought burst through her mind and she toyed with it; how would it feel to have a cock thrust into her cunt? She decided it could be very nice.
It was simple to remove the sack by pulling it over her head and she wasn't wearing anything under it. She dropped it to the floor and turned so the young man could see her cunt. She could see he was pleased with her.
He took a good look, then he rubbed his cock with an anxious hand. "Bend over baby," he instructed her. "This cock goes right up your ass."
Donna spread her legs apart then bent over as far as she could, grasping her ankles for support, to relieve the ache that always came to her hips when she stood like that.
The young man was behind her, feeling the cheeks of her ass, spreading them apart and rubbing a finger around the tender rim of her asshole. The soft knob of his prick touched the center of her rectum opening and she impulsively tightened the muscles that kept it tight. He pushed, trying to force his cock into the opening. She could hear him muttering and each time he said something, the young people laughed. Their laughter was making him angry.
He jabbed, holding his cock level with her ass, forcing the head of his shaft into the tender flesh. To Donna, it was like having a large turd pushed back up into her ass. She didn't like it.
The kid was grunting and making angry sounds. He slapped her hip, demanding she hold still.
"Open your ass, you fucking whore! I'm going to fill you full of cum!"
His groin bumped heavily against the cheeks of her ass and his balls slapped against the soft lips of her cunt. The cock in her rectum felt terrible, but the slapping against the tender lips of her cunt was making her tingle. She wished he would fuck her cunt and leave her asshole alone.
The young man bucked behind her, jerking his hips back and forth, thrusting his cock in and out of her asshole. Some of the pain was going away and the tingle in her cunt was bringing a better feeling to her rectum. It felt rather good. But she didn't want it in her ass.
"Put it in my cunt," she whispered between her legs. "Stick it all the way in."
The kid grunted and dug his fingernails into her hips.
"Shut up, you little slut!" he bellowed.
Donna bucked against him. "Get that cock out of my asshole! If you want to fuck, fuck my cunt!"
The young man was gloating in his image as the manly stud. The young people around him were watching his actions and he couldn't give in to a mere girl.
He jerked at her hips and scolded her with dirty names.
"Hold still, you fucking slut!" His fingernails dug deeper into the flesh of her hips.
Donna lashed back at him, defiantly. "You shitass stud! Get your cock out of my asshole!"
She straightened up, pulled forward, attempting to break free. The fingernails dug deeper into the tender skin of her hips and her anger grew with the pain. She slapped back at the hands.
"YOU GOD DAMN COCKSUCKER! GET YOUR COCK OUT OF MY ASS!"
She wiggled, bucked forward and pulled her body free of his plunging prick.
Then she whirled to face him with clenched fists. "It's my ass, you dirty stud! If I don't want it fucked, it don't get fucked!"
A roar of laughter greeted her outburst.
"Fuck her Sonny! Fuck her cunt off!"
Sonny reached for her but she backed away, breathing rapidly and growing madder by the minute. Sonny had no reason to treat her this way. She hadn't done anything to him. The least he could do was to fuck her cunt instead of being so animalistic. Now she wouldn't fuck at all. He could find another target for his dripping cock.
There was more laughter and a loud cackle. "FUCK HER SONNY! PUSH YOUR COCK CLEAR UP TO HER BELLY!"
The young voices sounded mean and Donna didn't like that. If they were going to act that way, she would go home. She wouldn't stay there any longer. She picked her dress from the floor, turned it over in her hands, preparing to put it on. It was jerked from her grasp and rough hands ripped the thin fabric to shreds.
Boys swarmed over her, grasping her arms, clutching her waist, forcing her body over into a bent position again. Strong hands held her arms and legs while other hands spread wide the cheeks of her ass. A large finger thrust unceremoniously into her cunt, probed the tender flesh, then withdrew.
Her body quivered to the sound of the deep voice behind her. "There, Sonny," it said with a chuckle. "If you want to fuck, fuck."
The voice sounded so very much like Robert.
She twisted her head to see but a huge form cut off her view and a naked shoulder forced her back to her original position.
She considered it a nightmare; something she would always remember. The evil voices-horrible laughter-the rough hands and enormous cock, pushing ruthlessly into her tender pussy. She was being fucked by a person she didn't know and she didn't like it. But this time, she wouldn't cry, she told herself. She wouldn't beg, she would wait it out, then she would go home.
She could hear voices, boisterous shouts calling numbers. They were making bets, like on some sporting event, giving odds on how many times the stud could make her come before he shot his own wad of hot cock juice into her unwilling cunt. She was anchored down by a boy on each side of her, holding an arm and a leg, vised together by strong hands, to keep her quiet. She couldn't move and her cunt was wide open to whomever might want to make use of it.
The stud was really driving his meat. He was jacking his cock into her cunt three times each second and the pounding Donna was receiving on the ass was doing things to her. His scrotum was receded and drawn tight against his crotch, forming a round spongy ball below the base of his thrusting cock.
Every time his monstrous prick hit bottom, his balls slapped against Donna's lower cunt lips. The added action was stimulating her excited flesh and it felt good, the stud was going, "Ugg... ugg... ugg... " like he was keeping time for his thrusts.
Donna set her lips and took a determined stance, steeling herself to the rapid jabs of the stud's pulsating prick and the quick slap slap of his balls on her ass. She didn't want to admit it but his fucking her was beginning to feel good. That big, fat cock slithering up into her hot slippery cunt was bringing a feeling she wanted to enjoy. It was causing little twinges at the back of her cunt and streaks of rapture crawled across her flesh to the tender rim of her asshole. It was good! It was really good!
She cooed softly at first, not wanting the stud to know she liked his kind of fucking. She wanted to keep it to herself but as his actions became more pronounced, her pleasure became more pronounced and she could keep quiet no longer.
"Oh that cock," she cooed. "That marvelous, marvelous cock!"
The jacking stud grunted and one of the young men holding her arms, laughed.
Someone was fingering her tits and she sensed, rather than saw, the body positioned beneath her chest. Warm lips settled down over the nipple of one tit, then a hot tongue began licking the round little nub. Her cunt was burning now with a fire that demanded to be extinguished. She racked her ass back against the stud, raising her cunt level just a bit higher, bringing her sucking pussy in line with his plunging, stabbing prick.
"Ohhhhhhh, it's good!" she exclaimed with mounting passion. "Your fucking is good!"
The stud pinched her hip and slapped her ass for moving. "Shut up, you stupid cunt!" he ordered.
"But it's so good, so goddamn good!"
"So take my cock and shut up!"
Donna closed her eyes, clenched her fists and set her lips against the pain.
She wanted to jerk free, to wrest her arms from the hands that held them, then grab that beautiful cock and swallow it down to her gullet. It was so nice, so awful awful nice.
She moaned aloud, "Augggggg! Fuck me please... Fuck me hard, please... Oh fuuuuuuucccckkkk!"
The jabbing cock, slammed against the end of her vagina, then came to an abrupt halt. She wanted to cry out, to tell the stud to keep on fucking but a loud noise drowned out her words.
She could hear loud voices, then a rambling noise as if someone was jerking a door. There was a muffled curse in a man's deep voice, then an explanation of disgust. Behind her, a girl squealed in surprise.
A loud voice bellowed at the stud, then ripped into the young people in the room. "JEEEESUUUUSSSS CHRISSSST!" the voice shouted, "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU PUNKS DOING TO THAT GIRL?"
The uproar resounded against the walls of the room and became a din in Donna's ears, then a stronger voice rose in volume, cutting through the other sounds.
"You creeps get the hell out of here... " There was a brief pause, then, to Donna, everything seemed to let loose. The cock was pulled from her aching cunt, her arms and legs were released from the viselike grips and the boy sucking her tits was pulled from his position. Two tender hands grasped her arm, straightened her up, then something soft settled down over her head. Someone was dressing her, pulling the sack down over her head, guiding her hands through the arm holes. It was so dark, so horribly dark she couldn't see who was helping her but she was certain it had to be Robert. He had finally arrived and was taking her home.
Then she was being led back along the hall, down the steps, guided by a gentle arm on her back and a warm hand clasping her hand. She felt the cool breeze of night when she was guided through the front door, and could hear the chug of an idling motor as she was guided down the walk. Then she was in an automobile and was being whisked away from the house. Robert had put her in a cab, she was certain, then probably had gone back to give the young people a piece of his mind for treating her in such a horrible fashion.
Tomorrow she would call him and explain how happy he had made her and possibly, he might ask her the question then.
CHAPTER TEN
The next morning, Saturday, Donna awoke to the sound of running water and the odor of perking coffee. She had been so tired the night before that she hadn't bothered to check on Verna and had gone straight to bed, to sink into a deep slumber from which she had not awakened until now. It was apparent that Verna was home for the weekend and was in the bathroom taking a shower, She also must have put on the coffee pot because the odor of bubbling coffee was fresh in the air.
She laid quietly, for a moment, collecting her thoughts and trying to remember what day it was. Then it dawned on her it was Saturday and she climbed from the bed and padded into the bathroom. A quick glance proved that the shower door was closed and the water was running inside. Verna was taking a shower.
She stopped before the small mirror on the front of the medicine cabinet and peered at the thin face which confronted her. It looked so tired, she conceded. She must remember to take her vitamins. She opened the cabinet, rummaged among the few bottles it contained and selected a pill from a small container. Her own birth control pills were out, she noticed, so she would borrow one from Verna. Verna always had an extra package and wouldn't mind.
She slipped it into her mouth, swallowed it with a mouthful of water and gave a deep sigh of contentment. It was so nice to be alive and not have to do anything today. Her only desire was to rest, and wait for Robert to call.
She was scrutinizing her eyebrows in the mirror and debating whether she should use more eye shadow when she heard the door of the shower slide open.
She turned to speak to Verna as she stepped from the shower.
A long arm reached through the opening of the receding door and a large hand grasped for the rack of towels beside the door. A. bushy head thrust through the door as the arm holding the towel was drawn in and two bright blue eyes peered out.
"Are you ready, baby?" a husky voice inquired. "You were supposed to wash my back."
Donna viewed the bushy hair and blue eyes with startled dismay. The person in the shower wasn't Verna, it was a man and he was coming out of the shower asking questions. She felt suddenly numb, fully aware that she was standing there in full view, completely naked.
The cool eyes swept the length of her body, pausing at her firm round breasts, then sliding lower to the black thatch of hair covering her pussy slit. What they were seeing must have pleased him because his face creased into a warm smile. "Hello, baby," he stated casually. "I thought you were Verna."
Donna pressed her hands to her breasts, covering them but leaving her pubic area in full view. The motion made his smile turn into a broad grin and his firm white teeth flashed at her.
"Don't hide them, baby," he countered. "Beautiful tits are to be looked at."
The warmth of his statement and his jovial attitude made her laugh and that broke the tension. She felt better. She knew there was nothing she could do but face up to the situation and make the most of it. She dropped her hands to her side and said hi.
He stepped from the shower, rubbing the towel briskly down his stomach and thighs. He appeared completely indifferent to the fact they were strangers and both naked. He paused when he dried his crotch and peered at her.
"You must be Donna," he observed quietly.
Donna nodded.
He brought the towel back up his stomach and rubbed across his hairy chest.
"I'm Skipper," he explained. "Verna must be getting coffee."
Donna nodded again.
He tossed the towel onto the hamper beside the wash basin and pushed a lock of brown hair back from his face. "You and I should get acquainted. You're a pretty good looking chick."
Donna tried to speak, to say something intelligent. She heard herself stuttering. "I... I... I... " Words wouldn't come and she was certain the young man must think her a fool. She stared dumbly at his long prick and the huge bag behind it.
He seemed to sense her bewilderment and his grin grew broader. "Don't be uptight, baby. Just relax. What you need is a good fuck."
The boldness of him and his sudden statement gave Donna a sense of shock.
She hadn't wanted to think of sex on this day but now that she was confronted by the possibility, she didn't know how to answer. Of course, he wasn't offering himself as a partner, he had only made the statement that she needed a good fuck.
Perhaps she did.
She wanted to sound casual, to let him know that she wasn't offended by his statement. After all, this was the new age, the time of the sexual revolution, when fucking was the prime time program of life.
"I would like that," she forced her lips to say and was a bit startled to note that her voice sounded pleading.
He was so good looking that just looking at him made her feel like she was going to cry. He was handsome, he was tall, he was strong and his prick looked like it could reach from her cunt all the way up to her throat. He was definitely beautiful and was appraising her body and calmly offering to fuck her. Seeing the length of that manly cock was making her tremble she wanted to be fucked so bad.
"I want you to fuck me," she hastened to say. "I want you to fuck me right now."
He didn't need a second invitation. In seconds, he was guiding her into the bedroom, forcing her along with a hand on her back, as if suspicious that she might change her mind. She moved ahead of him, striding rapidly back to her bed. She sat down on the edge of it, glanced sharply up into his face, then flopped back onto the rumpled covers. Her legs extended over the side of the bed, spread slightly, her cunt opened invitingly to his prick.
He was quick to take advantage of it. He lowered himself to the level of the bed, resting his arms beside her body, aiming his stiffening cock toward that luscious furry pie. Donna spread her legs wide, holding them aloft and raising her ass off the bed. Her wet cunt lips were aimed directly at him and she was certain that the soft pink flesh of her little oval pussy tongue was thrusting out from her hungry cunt, beckoning to his advancing cock, wanting to close down over it and suck it completely dry of its delicious juices. She began to beg, she wanted to be fucked so badly.
"Fuck me, Skipper. Push that big cock into my cunt! Verna won't care. She gets all kinds of cock. I need a good fuck now. Please? Will you, Skipper, please?"
She hated herself for the way she was acting. She was actually begging a strange man to fuck her. What would Robert say? Thinking about Robert now, irritated her. Robert had had a chance to fuck her last night but he hadn't done it. She had suffered all kinds of mistreatment at the hands of his friends and now, she realized, she didn't care what Robert thought. Here was a beautiful cock-she had a cunt and she wanted them put together. She wanted to be fucked. She wanted to be fucked, to be eaten, then fucked again.
"Hurry up and fuck me," she pleaded again. "Hurry, please, hurry."
Skipper wasted no time. He sank down beside the bed and buried his face in her open cunt. His tongue flicked into the wet opening, probed the tender flesh. He licked the nub of her clitoris, uncovering it, brushing it, bringing it erect. Then he licked all around it. Donna's cunt was boiling.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me... " she wailed. "No suck, no suck. Fuck, please, no suck."
Skipper pushed his tongue deeper into the flesh of her hot pussy. It lapped up across the tender folds, dragging out the moisture, brushing it down the soft lips, into his waiting mouth. He licked his lips in anticipation.
"Patience, baby. Keep it cool. I'm getting you ready for my cock."
"Then hurry." Donna cooed. "I want that cock up my cunt. All the way up my cunt. Hurry, Skipper!"
Skipper's tongue dug deeper into Donna's wet pussy and she began to wiggle with the feeling it was bringing to her. "Eat it, Skipper!" she cried. "Fuck me with your tongue!"
"What about me?" a voice asked from the bedroom doorway.
Skipper stopped licking and waved to the girl who had entered. She was carrying two cups of coffee and she, also, was naked.
"You're next, baby," he assured her. "This little cunt needs me now." He thrust his tongue back into the oozing hole and lapped hungrily.
"She can use my vibrator," Verna said with a laugh. She carried the cups of coffee to the small dresser and put them down. Then she picked a vibrator from a drawer and held it out so Skipper could see it.
"That's wild," he stated, nodding. "I'll push that in her ass."
"Then what about me?" Verna asked. "What's going to take care of me?"
Skipper took the vibrator, rubbed it with Vaseline from the dresser and aimed it into Donna's rectum. "She can lick your cunt," he suggested. "She can make you come while I make her come."
Verna said, "That's wild." She climbed upon the bed and took a position near Donna's head. Donna waited until she had crouched down with a leg on each side of her head and her pussy poised above her mouth. Then she rubbed the open cunt with a finger. "He's the most," she whispered to her friend. "He's absolutely the most!"
Skipper touched the tip of the vibrator to Donna's asshole. "Here it comes, baby," he whispered. He pushed it into the opening and up into the canal of her ass. Donna grunted, gritted her teeth and waited anxiously. She felt that what Skipper was doing had to be good or he wouldn't do it. At least it was better than having a flabby cock thrust up her ass. This she could bear.
She grunted again when he twisted the knurled knob that set the vibrator in motion. Then she gritted her teeth and settled back to enjoy it. Skipper changed positions, arching over her, supporting his weight on his arms and legs. He guided his penis into the wet, open lips of her inviting cunt.
"Take it, baby," he whispered as it slid smoothly into her hole. "Take all I've got."
"Ohhhhhhhh... Ohhhhhh myyyyyyy!" Donna blurted. "Oh my ass! Oh God, my assss!"
"Isn't it beautiful, baby?"
"Oh yessssss... Oh God yesssssss!"
"Take it, baby... take it all!"
"Push it in me, honey. Push it all the way in... " Skipper pushed, then wiggled his ass, then pushed some more. He raised his ass slowly, hesitated, then belted his groin down against her crotch. His cock slithered up Donna's wet cunt and she groaned with the force of pleasure it brought her.
"Fuck," she grunted; "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck... "
Skipper worked his cock in and out slowly, giving a precise push to each stroke and wiggling his ass as he did so. The action forced his hard cock against every bit of surface of the hot cunt, bringing the nerves alive.
Verna lowered her body, bringing her cunt to a position just inches from Donna's mouth.
"Eat it, honey," she told Donna. "Eat the hell out of me."
Donna placed her lips over the opening, found the soft flesh and licked along each side of it. Then she stabbed her tongue deep into the recesses of Verna's pussy. She could hear her roommate grunting and felt the slight tremor that went through her body. This was something new for Donna and she decided she liked it. It was like sucking a grapefruit for the first time. A lovely sweet, juicy grapefruit. She licked and licked, then reached even deeper into the hot cunt and licked some more.
She had to stop to let out a moan.
The vibrator was shimmying in her asshole at the same time Skipper's prick was fucking her cunt. It was like having an oversize turd thrust into her ass. One that shimmied back and forth and was so terrible that she loved it.
Her tongue had found the little clit in Verna's cunt and she was rubbing it.
She had heard that was the way to make a woman come and she wanted Verna to have that satisfaction. She wanted to forget what Skipper was doing to her and, to take her mind from it, she grasped Verna's tits and squeezed. She had never done that before and was surprised at the amount of pleasure it gave her. Verna must have liked it too. She was muttering and whispering, "Oh boy, oh boy."
It was like having an enema suddenly let loose. Her body shook and the pain hi her asshole darted through her entire body. She was hot, sweating, breathing hard and her pussy felt as if it must explode.
She could hear Verna crying. "Suck my cunt, honey! Suck my cunt off!"
Skipper was panting, blowing hot air on her cheek and going, "Ugh, ugh, ugh." The fire between her asshole and cunt was spreading and she could hardly hold still the pain was becoming so intense.
"Oh Skipper, Oh Jesus, Skipper!"
She removed her mouth from Verna's cunt and cried out to Skipper. "Hard, honey! Fuck me hard! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Her fingers dug into his arms, her legs bent higher and wider and she whimpered softly as his cock flowered inside her cunt and the hot cum welled out into her vagina.
"It's good," she whispered, once more. "It's so good, so good."
Then she buried her face back into Verna's crotch. What was happening there was good too and she didn't want to miss any of it. Her tongue crept deep into Verna's cunt and she didn't hear when the phone rang.
Verna said, "Shit, I'll get it."
She climbed from the bed and scurried into the living room to answer. In a few minutes she was back. "It's Robert," she stated with a grimace. "He wants you to come over or something."
Donna tried to smile at her roommate. "Fuck Robert," she said in a contented voice. "I don't want to do anything until Skipper fucks me again like he did."
Skipper pulled his cock from her dripping cunt and wiped it on the bed sheet. "Whatever you say," he assured her. "I just need to breathe a little." He sank down flat on her body and pushed his hot groin into her own. "You are a superfuck, baby," he added with a contented smile. "You are a real, out of this world, superfuck."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Robert called again at three o'clock that afternoon to explain about the board meeting. Donna talked to him with a great sense of ease and accomplishment. By that time, she had been fucked a second time and had sucked Skipper off, under the breakfast table. She had been amazed by Verna's attitude about the whole affair because girlfriends usually didn't want their boyfriends sticking their pricks in strange cunts. Verna appeared to have enjoyed the proceedings of the morning and was quick to give her consent to the plan. Donna hadn't realized she had such a liberal roommate and was very pleased.
"You have been getting a big ripoff, honey." Verna told her. "A girl should have a good fuck at least twice a week and I know you have been frustrated by Robert."
"But fucking Skipper," Donna had reminded her. "Don't you mind?"
Verna accepted the question with a friendly hug and an affectionate pat. "He likes fucking as much as I do," she assured her. "Just the two of us gets rather boring. You add something new to his diet. He loved fucking you."
"I would love sucking his cock," Donna had commented. Verna had been fascinated by the suggestion and insisted that she do it right then. The fact that they were eating breakfast, while still naked, didn't matter. She insisted Donna get under the table and suck Skipper's cock while he was eating his oatmeal. It was such a crazy and such a wild idea that Donna agreed to do it.
She crawled down under the table, winding around Verna's legs and settled down on her knees between Skipper's tanned hairy legs. It was like sucking Robert's prick at the Oakland Raider's football game only Skipper was naked and his cock was already stiff and sticking out from his crotch like a fishing pole. All she had to do was take it in her mouth and suck.
But first, she wanted to play with it.
She grasped it in her fingers, squeezing it gently and moving her hand along its length. Then she held it up and licked the end of the big red knob on the end. The stiff prick looked so big and so powerful that she considered asking Skipper to fuck her again.
He spread his legs so she could grasp his balls, then while she licked on the warm prong, she squeezed the soft bag containing his balls. Skipper stopped eating his oatmeal and groaned.
She gave it another squeeze and tugged it gently.
"You like that, Skipper?" she inquired in a soft voice. "Do you Skipper?"
Skipper pressed his hand over his kinky pubic hair and moved forward on his chair.
"Feels great," he assured her. "Take it in your mouth."
She touched it to her lips, then slowly drew it into her mouth. Her fingers worked the skin back along the shaft and feeling the silky smoothness gave her a sensation of intense pleasure. She was learning to like sucking cocks.
Verna wiggled on her chair, then she moved her legs apart to give more room under the table. "What you doing, Donna?" she inquired with a knowing smile.
"Skipper's acting like it's awful good."
Donna couldn't answer because her mouth was full of hard prick. She moved her left arm, intending to straighten it, to relieve the cramp of being in such close quarters. Her fingers brushed something hairy, then settled into the warmth of a moist cunt. Verna spread her legs and sat forward in the chair, opening her pussy to Donna's exploring finger. Donna pushed it into the cuntal lips and wiggled it back and forth. Verna opened wider, proving she liked what her roommate was doing.
Donna had never fingerfucked a girl before and now that she was playing with Verna's open cunt, it seemed as wild as sucking a man off while he was eating breakfast. She pushed the finger deeper into Verna's open vagina.
Skipper's prick was deep in her mouth and she was wetting the length of it with her tongue, then moving her lips slowly back along the sensitive skin to the end of it. She lapped the pink knob, licking around and around, then down across the crevice which separated it from the main shaft. She drew it back deep into her mouth and while she sucked, she played with Verna's cunt.
Verna mumbled something she couldn't understand and squirmed on the breakfast chair.
The prick jerked, then wormed slowly outward, growing longer and fatter.
Donna moved her head rapidly, sucking hard. She heard Skipper mutter again, then he bucked forward and groaned as if in intense pain.
"Oh shit! Oh Jesus shit!"
His cock jerked forward and the hot cum spewed back against her throat. She paused in her action, swallowed hurriedly, then wiped her mouth with her hand. Then she popped the cock back into her mouth and cleansed it of all the cum she could find.
Verna tightened her thighs against her hand and moaned with pleasure. The moisture from her cunt ran down Donna's hand onto her wrist. She pulled it back, wiped the ooze on Verna's leg and leaned her head against Skipper's warm thigh.
"That was beautiful," she said happily. "Almost as good as getting fucked."
After breakfast, they had lounged around, reading, listening to records and getting together to finger a cunt, to rub a cock, or suck a tit as often as possible. Donna hadn't known that sex could be so much fun. It was a new way of life for her and she was finding out that she loved it.
Robert sounded extremely excited when he called back. His voice was shrill and a little breathless. "There's something I have to ask you," he announced as soon as she answered the phone. "The director's meeting is tonight and I have to know before they sit down."
Donna's spirits soared. If the question was that important, she was positive she knew what it was. Asking a girl to marry him was about the most important question any man could ask unless it was the first time he had asked a girl to fuck.
"Be there by six-thirty," Robert insisted. She said she would and hung up feeling very elated. The time had finally arrived. Tonight, Robert was going to ask her to be his wife and then would announce it at the meeting of the directors. She knew the meeting would be in the assembly room on the second floor of the store. Robert had mentioned that much when he told her about it for the first time. Since he hadn't mentioned sending a cab for her, she assumed she would have to call one herself or take the bus.
Skipper settled the question by announcing he would drive her over. Since there was a good two and a half hours to kill, he suggested they lay on the floor, in front of the small television set, and fuck while they were watching the second half of the UCLA-Michigan football game.
Verna teased and insisted she be the one to be fucked while she sucked Donna's cunt. To satisfy both girls, he screwed both, fucking first one girl, then the other, while they sucked each other's cunts between shots. It wasn't until the highlights after the game that they learned who had won.
CHAPTER TWELVE
A security guard let her in through the employee entrance, then directed her to the stairway leading up to the second floor. He assured her that Robert was there and was expecting her. She clipped along on her high heeled platforms, aware that her panties were wet and sorely tempted to take them off at the first opportunity. She had sat between Skipper and Verna on the way over and he had played with her cunt the entire trip. It had felt so pleasant that she had thrust her hand inside his pants and fingered his cock until time to get out at the front curb.
Up to now, it had been a perfectly marvelous Saturday.
Robert met her at the door of the assembly room but he still didn't ask any question. That would come later, she decided. The assembly room was gaily decorated, looking more like an early Christmas than an important board of directors meeting.
"It will be a short meeting." Robert explained. "I want to serve champagne so they can toast the success of the business."
Donna nodded with understanding. She could see he was very pleased. He gave her a love pat on the cheek of her ass and told her he was glad she liked the idea.
"I want you to do the pouring."
The statement came as a pleasant surprise. She hadn't expected to be included in the celebration. He had asked her to come to the meeting but had supposed it was merely to watch the proceedings. She felt greatly honored.
"I'd love to," she told him, then squeezed his hand to show how much she appreciated his thoughtfulness.
She would have to wait a short while, he explained.
"The directors will be coming in at any moment." he went on. "They will take care of business first, then, right after they adjourn the meeting, you come out and pour the champagne."
Donna said she understood.
"There's one other thing," he said slowly. He hesitated, then grinned broadly. "I'll tell you about it later." He pointed to a door across the room, beyond the head of the table. "You wait in there so nobody will know.
It's supposed to be a big surprise. When I'm ready, I'll let you know.
Okay?" Donna said, "Sure."
She settled down in the small waiting room, beside the main office, as directed. Robert hadn't asked her the important question yet but she was certain that was what he had meant when he said he would tell her later.
She leafed through the magazines scattered about the small tables and forced herself to forget the slow passage of time. She was so happy that Robert was pleased that nothing else mattered. Serving the champagne would be fun. All she would have to do would be to walk around the table, carrying a bottle, and pour the contents into empty glasses. Anyone could do that.
It was beginning to seem like ages that she waited. The passing minutes drug into what seemed like hours, then hung on into ages, bringing to Donna a new fear that Robert might be wrong. Suppose the meeting was for some other night. Then she would have to remain in the little room until the store opened Monday morning.
She forced that thought from her mind and proceeded to read more magazines and look at more pictures. It was with a deep feeling of relief that she heard the voices and sounds of scraping chairs which must be caused by the directors filing into the room and taking their seats. She listened, counting the minutes, certain that any moment, Robert would open the door and tell her it was time to come out.
There were more voices, which rose into a hubbub, and more sounds. At intervals, she heard names spoken and was certain that Robert's was one of them. The voices became stronger, more pronounced, then suddenly, Robert was looking through the door and speaking to her.
"I'm ready, Donna. Take your clothes off and come on out."
His request came like a bombshell and she was certain she hadn't heard him correctly. "Take my clothes off!" she repeated in dismay. "I couldn't do that!"
"Oh, come on, honey!" Robert scoffed, "it's a gag on Dad. You come out naked and he will really crack up!"
Donna was completely perplexed. She couldn't understand how serving champagne in the nude could help celebrate an anniversary but if that was that Robert wanted, it must be all right. She knew that nudity wasn't a big thing anymore. Naked cake poppers and stag party dancers were being advertised all the time and permitting her future father-in-law to see her in the nude surely couldn't cause any harm.
"Dad will really dig it, baby!" Robert insisted. "You pouring drinks without a stitch on. It will be absolutely the most!"
Donna nodded and began to undress. She had been proud of the fact she had worn her shortest skirt and sheerest blouse. She had intended to show everyone how nice she could look. She sighed as she removed the skirt. After all, it really wasn't important.
She took the two bottles of champagne that Robert thrust into her hands and followed him into the room, completely aware that every man in the room had turned to look at her and what they were viewing was making them beam and grin from ear to ear.
"What a shape! Wow, what a shape!"
"Look at that ass!" a husky voice hissed. "How about eating some of that?"
Donna wanted to appear casual, to ignore the heckling and give the appearance it was no big thing to be viewed naked by a large group of men.
The knowledge of all those eyes watching her caused her feet to become very heavy and her legs to sag. She felt more like she was creeping along than sauntering. She started down the left side of the table, searching for the glasses she was supposed to fill.
Robert grabbed her and spun her about.
"Up on the table, stupid! Get up on the table!" He drug her back to the head of the table, pulled a chair from the corner and placed it so she could use it for a step.
"Up on the table, you stupid bitch!" he blurted in a half cry. "Don't you know nothin'?"
Donna's mind froze. What was he calling her? Why was he talking to her this way?
She felt herself half lifted to the level of the table, then a hand pushed against her buttocks, directing her onto the surface. She couldn't back away. There was only one direction she could go. Down the center, the full length of the table.
A round faced, silver haired man, peered up at her through black rimmed glasses. He appeared to shudder inwardly, then covered his face with his hands as if no longer desiring to view what was happening.
"Oh no," he muttered, more to himself than aloud. "This is Bobby's idea of entertainment?" He gave a long sigh, then slumped down in his chair.
Donna shuffled along on top of the table, moving through a sea of upturned faces. Eager hands thrust empty glasses toward her and wild cries followed her progress.
"Gimme some champagne, baby! How about a little cunt in it!"
"Over here, baby. I'll wash your cunt with mine!"
"Let me comb that gorgeous hair, luscious!" A hand thrust a black comb through the uplifted arms and made a pass at her pubic hair. The sharp teeth of the plastic comb scraped down across her stomach, leaving several red scratches which rapidly turned into welts.
"How about a kiss, baby! Let me be the first to suck your pussy!"
Donna stooped, bending over, to tip the bottles over the wavering glasses.
Some of the liquid missed the mark and cascaded down onto the surface of the table.
"Do that again," a man shouted. "Show us more cunt!"
Donna was mortified. She hadn't realized until now that each time she stopped, she had unveiled her cunt lips to the men behind her and they were reveling in what they could see.
A round, puffy face hovered in front of her own and the smell of bad whisky forced her to turn her head. "Fifty bucks for a fuck, sister! Right here on the table!"
A finger was thrust into her cunt lips. Donna jerked around, twisted away, then took a step to get away from the probing finger. Her foot landed on the spilled champagne, slid out from under her and she flopped down on the hard surface. Quick hands grasped her body, forced her around on the table so that her legs hung over the side.
There was a slight snicker, then a loud laugh. "Cunt, anybody?"
A loud voice cut through the other sounds. It sounded like Robert. Donna twisted her head, searching for the source. Jeering faces closed in on her.
"Fifty cents to kiss her cunt! Who wants to be first!"
Strong hands forced her legs apart, other hands held her quiet on the table while another hand rubbed the inside of her thighs. It moved up to her pussy, then a finger wormed into her tight pussy lips.
"Open up, you little whore," the familiar voice said. "Orville wants to kiss your cunt."
Donna groaned in pain. "Go away," she pleaded.
"You'll like it, baby! You fuck anything with a cock, try this one!"
Something big and hard pushed against her cunt lips and she squirmed, trying to get away. Harsh hands grasped her legs and held her tight. She was being spread apart like the wishbone of a chicken and a sharp pain shot from her crotch to her hip. She began to whimper.
"Please, oh please!" she moaned. She thrashed her arms up and down, striking the surface of the table with clinched fists. "Please! Please go away!"
A hand came down in a sharp slap on her groin. A thick voice growled in hatred. "Fuck you stupid slut! You've got a cunt and that's what cunts are for!"
The voice... that voice... It sounded so much like Robert. She was certain it was Robert, but Robert...
"Oh, God," she moaned in mounting terror. "It can't be!"
"Give her the meat, Herman. Fuck the shit out of her!"
"Robert? Robert? Is that you?"
"Shut up, stupid," the voice hissed. "You don't know me."
"It is you... IT IS YOU... ROBERT!"
"Fill her ass with stiff prick, Herman. The silly slut thinks it's me."
Hot tears welled into Donna's eyes and rolled down the side of her face. It was Robert. That vile talking man was her Robert! ROBERT! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?
The hard prick slithered through the lips of her cunt, into her vagina.
Someone was licking her tits but when she opened her eyes, all she could see was a huge form. Men seemed to be swarming over her like bees. Fuck hungry wild beasts, like a pack of wild dogs fighting over a bitch in heat.
"Oh Robert... Oh Robert... " she whispered in despair. "Why did you... Oh why did you?"
"Fuck her Herman! Plug her cunt with hard cock! Blow your balls, man! Fill her belly with hot joy juice!"
"What a cunt!" the softer voice exclaimed. "Boy, what a cunt!"
"Then fuck her, you stupid stud. Ream the shit out of her cunt!"
The prick jerked in and out and every jab forced more pain into Donna's tired body. Everything seemed so hopeless. How could it have ever turned out like this? Why did it? Her Robert...
A new voice shrilled in her ears.
"ROBERT! GODDAMN YOU!"
It became a loud shriek that made the men in the room cower.
"WHAT THE SHIT ARE YOU DOING TO THIS GIRL?"
That voice... that voice...
"LET GO OF HER, YOU SONOFABITCH! ONE MORE HAND ON HER AND I'LL SMASH YOU!"
She knew that voice... The owner was deriding someone, demanding action. He was rescuing her.
"YOU'RE A STUPID PRICK, ROBERT! I THOUGHT SHE WAS YOUR GIRL! WELL, NOW SHE'S MINE!"
The pumping cock was pulled from Donna's unwilling cunt and she sighed with relief. She opened her eyes again, but the tears in them obscured what was going on. The room was full of shapes and some of them were reaching for her.
Soft hands took her arms, pulled her to a sitting position, then she was lifted down, placed gingerly on the floor. She swayed on unsteady feet, then fell against the wide shoulder of her rescuer. A strong arm circled her waist and a hand guided her left arm.
"Come with me, baby," the new voice whispered in her ear. "I'm taking you home."
She was guided across the room, away from the table, away from the cursing, filthy man who sounded like Robert. A long coat was slung over her shoulders and buttoned to hide her nakedness. Then she was led down the stairs and through the side door of the store.
"You're quitting that fucking job, baby!" the voice purred in her ear.
"You're going to marry me. Then you won't have anything to do but see I get all the fucking I need."
When they were in the car, Donna peered at her companion. The firm nose, the dark hair, looked so familiar. She looked again to make sure.
"Leonard?"
"That's right, baby. Robert was playing you. All he wanted from you was cunt. When he didn't get the promotion, he got mad."
"That's why he did that... "
"He wanted dad to think I was causing the trouble."
"But you... " Donna was very confused. Things were happening so rapidly she couldn't think.
Leonard's voice was warm, endearing. "I've always loved you, Donna. That back room bit was to make you quit the store. I was afraid of what Bobby might do. He wanted to be president of the store but I got it. Bobby never loved anything but cunt."
The car rolled through the night and the cool air helped to clear Donna's senses. "You're taking me home?"
Leonard nodded. "And I'm going to stay with you, to be sure you're okay."
"I'd like that." Donna said. She leaned against the strong shoulder.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The sun was slanting through her bedroom window when she opened her eyes.
She pushed the cover from her face and raised up on one elbow. She sniffed the air. There was a distinct aroma of fresh coffee and that meant Verna was up making breakfast. It would be nice but Verna was supposed to stay with Skipper last night. It really didn't matter. They could spend the day together and Verna could tell her what had happened. Then, she could explain what had happened at the store.
The store! The entire thing came back to her in a flood of memory. Leonard had brought her home but what happened after that was rather vague.
She peered at the bed across the room, noting that it was made. Verna must have gotten up rather early. A gush of water sounded in the bathroom and she smiled, then became puzzled as a bushy head peered at her from the doorway.
Then Leonard Barker was coming toward her. She gazed at him in startled surprise. He was completely naked.
"Hi, sleepyhead." he commented. He paused beside the bed and scratched his balls. "I found the coffee and helped myself. Thought you might like some."
"Love it."
He grinned down at her. "I slept with my cock in your cunt all night. You were too sleepy to fuck. I thought we could do that now."
"Love it." Donna mimicked. She threw back the covers. "Yess, Leonard. I need a good fuck. My pussy has been burning since last night."
He settled down on the bed beside her, his head close to her own, his enlarged penis snuggling against her pussy. "I love you, Donna. I always have."
She beamed with happiness. "You're a real man, Leonard. I loved your cock.
Please stick it in me. My cunt is begging for it."
Leonard rubbed a tender finger along the scratches on her stomach. "Never again, baby," he whispered in her ear. "You don't ever have to fuck unless you want to."
Her lips were close to his ear, her tongue teasing the lobe. "I want to, darling," she confessed. "Jab that beautiful cock in me."
"It's coming, baby. First, I want to kiss my bride."
He rolled over, forcing her back onto the sheet, spreading her legs apart and crawling in between them. Her warm pink cunt beckoned invitingly. He pushed his face down into her crotch, licking hungrily. Donna lay back, eyes closed, forcing her mind to think only of the thing that was happening to her now. Robert was a thing of the past. Now there would be no one but Leonard.
"I love you, Leonard," she cried in mounting passion. "Stick your cock in me. I want to be fucked, darling. Split me wide open with that beautiful cock. Fuck me, honey. Fuck the shit out of me."
"It's coming, baby," Leonard cooed. He aimed the stiff shaft into the open cunt lips. It wormed into the soft flesh. Leonard pulled back then slammed his hard prick down into her wet, slippery cunt. Now that they were finally together and he was fucking her like a woman should be fucked, he didn't ever want it to end.
"Here it comes, baby," he cooed in her ear. "Here comes the best fuck you ever had and you better love it."
"I love it, darling," she cooed. She grabbed him about the neck, pulled his head down next to her own. "You fuck me, honey. You just fuck and fuck and fuck and fuck. I'll always love it."
She jerked his head around so she could whisper how wonderful it was. "It's wonderful, darling. Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful!"
