Donna and Kay are two innocent young cheerleaders taking their first road trip with the basketball team.
They are both anxious to please the team, the coach and the fans. Their determination is greatly strained as the young girls undergo an initiation into womanhood during the course of their trip.
The virile and experienced coach of the team is the first to try the girls out, and he is more than pleased with their lustful enthusiasm.
The boys on the team are excited and nervous from the strain of their competition. One after another, they seek out the services of the voluptuous young cheerleaders who are pleased and willing to help their young friends out.
But the innocent love making eventually erupt: into an orgy of unbridled passion.
Even Donna and Kay are overwhelmed by the wild gang-bang that ensues.
The girls return from their first trip fully initiated into the rites of love. The story of that initiation, presented in explicit detail by the author, will shock and titillate even the most liberal reader!
CHAPTER ONE
Donna stood on the corner, a chilly wind whipping her little skirt around her thighs. She enjoyed the caresses of the wind -- the cold did not concern her-as it blew between her lithe limbs, her supple but strong cheerleader's legs. A nice feeling, but not a sensation to compete with the pleasurable warmth she was going to feel later at the rally, when she would be yelling and jumping and smiling with the rest of the squad. And the entire student body, especially the basketball team and the coaches, would be watching her jumps and splits.
"Hey, Cheerleader, where you going?" a raucous voice sounded. It was her best friend, Kay, who had beaten her out for Head Cheerleader. Donna would always love Kay, but she felt that her resentment over Kay's famous cartwheels (she was sure that Kay had made Head Cheerleader on the basis of her energetic cartwheels) might never subside. "Same place you are! Hurry up, it's cold!" Kay grinned and deliberately slowed her pace. "You're a softie. I think that this cold wind is stimulating."
The wind was blowing Kay's skirt between her thighs, too. Donna had to laugh. Both she and Kay were fond of wearing their uniforms, enjoyed the stares they got while wearing them, and tried to think up as many excuses to wear them as possible. There were too few "game days."
The cheerleaders were excused from afternoon classes, largely due to the conniving of Donna and Kay, so they could prepare for the Pep Rally. But the best part of the rally would be the "send-off'-when the team piled onto the chartered bus to head for the tournament and Donna, Kay and the other cheerleaders followed them on and started their journey of several hundred miles.
"We'd better win," Donna said. "I want to spend a week away from school!"
The team hadn't lost in two years. One loss in the tourney and the team and the girls would be shipped back to school and an exciting-or what was hoped would prove exciting-time would be over in favor of classes and homework.
"Two bits, four bits, six bits a dollar!" the girls cried in unison during practice.
"I hate that cheer," one of their fellow cheerleaders complained. "Every podunk school in the country has used that 'one to death."
"Don't worry," Donna smiled. "Nobody cares what you say. It's how you move!"
Later on, at the rally, Donna felt glorious. She was jumping, cheering, splitting, right in front of the team. And especially right in front of the coach, the only good looking man on the faculty, who was always particularly appreciative of Donna's efforts. She turned her pretty smile on Coach Brannan almost as much as she let it shine on her boyfriend, Roger. Every time she jumped in the air and split her legs sideways, she felt a surge of warm energy from the gaze of all those male eyes. Cheerleading really was a turn-on! She was happy she had discovered its joys, through friend Kay, early on in her schooling.
The band was playing the pep song as the cheerleaders swept out of the gym and into the courtyard, leading a jubilant basketball team to the team bus. They were lined up in front of the vehicle, shaking their pom-poms and chattering among themselves through the din.
"Wow," Donna shouted, "Did you see the way Coach Brannan was staring?" , "I think he was leering," Kay laughed. "And do you know why?"
"That's the way he always looks at me," Donna responded. "One of these days I wish he'd... "
"At you? He wasn't looking at you. He was staring at my crotch. I made sure he would."
"Kay! What are you talking about?"
Donna had considered the audacious stares of the Coach to be looks that were meant for her only. She was not about to share him with Kay.
"Know what I did?" Kay questioned. I bought new panties-a size too small. They ride up in my slit when I'm cheering. Know what I mean?"
Donna knew exactly what Kay meant. In fact, the small panties routine was one she had been thinking about for quite a few weeks. Horny Kay always beat her to everything! But Kay was right-Donna was a softie by comparison. Kay always dared to act on impulse.
"What about your trunks?" Donna asked.
"Didn't wear 'em. Panties are the same color. Who'll notice the difference."
"Anybody who looks," Donna shot back. "The whole team and nearly every boy in school!"
"That's the idea," Kay smiled back.
Donna felt angry at Kay. Not because she was outraged at her friend's behavior but because she was somewhat jealous. Kay always dared to do what Donna dreamed of doing. Last year, during football season, Kay had gone to bed with a guy for the first time. And he was the guy that Donna had really wanted to make love to her. Always coming in second, she thought. But she resolved at that moment to catch up with Kay-maybe even outdo her-during the Tourney trip!
They did one last, wild cheer and then, with the student body and the teachers all yelling their heads off, the team bounded onto the bus and settled down for the trip. Donna and the girls followed, throwing the pom-poms in the luggage racks and wilting into their seats in front, near the driver and away, as one of the spinster English teachers who advised the cheering squad explained, from the boys. Donna rubbed her thighs together with excitement and anticipation, thrilled to be leaving school for what she hoped would be an adventure-and possibly a big change in her lifestyle.
Donna sat across the aisle from Kay, near enough for intimate conversation, but conveniently on the aisle in case they felt like jumping up for an impromptu cheer while traveling. These little pep demonstrations in the aisles of buses had been Donna's idea and she enjoyed them mightily. Just before the doors of the bus closed, the last passenger boarded and settled into the empty window seat next to Donna. It was Coach Brannan and he smiled happily at her.
"Feeling good?" he queried.
Donna simpered, "Oh, yes. I always feel fine when I'm with the team."
"Good girl!" he beamed. "Just the kind of girl we need to have along."
The coach loosened his tie and unbuttoned his jacket. He leaned back in his seat and sighed. "So, Donna, what are your plans? What are you going to do in your spare time-when you're not cheerleading?"
"Probably just hang around the hotel with the girls. We'll practice some, I suppose. Maybe go sight-seeing."
"Where we're going? No chance. It's too bad you're not a little bit older. I'd be able to show you around to a few nightclubs, maybe. But if word about that got around, we'd be in hot water. No matter how innocent the whole thing might be." The coach chuckled. "What would you like to do, Donna?"
Donna looked swiftly into his eyes, then glanced shyly away. After nearly two years of brazenly lustful, or so she thought, yearning for this man, she suddenly felt flustered. She was not completely sure she'd be able to keep up her end of the conversation.
The coach saved her. "Of course, I'll be busy practicing with the boys a good deal of the time, but you never can tell when I might have a little time to spare for you ladies."
"That'd be nice," Donna responded. "The five of us are a lot more fun than most of the fellows. At least... I think you would find us so."
Mr. Brannan smiled warmly. "Bet you're right," he said. He reddened a, little, Donna thought, and she decided she had flustered him. Then he put his hand on her hand for a few seconds. Donna was surprised at this easy success. At least she hoped it was a success...
"Well, think I'll take a short nap," the coach told her. "Check you later!"
You'd better, Donna thought.
The bus trundled down the road, one slab of concrete after another on the old highway greeting their view.
There were no trees on the plain that the road traveled, so looking out the windows was a bore. The girls did a few cheers to relieve the monotony-and the tension of the players who were keyed up to win-and Coach Brannan slept through it all. Finally it got dark. Somebody passed out sandwiches and milk for supper. A few of the boys kept their reading lights on and their heads buried in magazines. Gradually, these lights were flicked off one by one until there was total darkness on the long vehicle.
Donna began to feel drowsy herself and let her head fall back on the seat. She was never certain whether she fell completely asleep. She doubted that she had because she had been far too excited for that. But she was lulled into an exhilarating lethargy by the motion of the bus traveling through the black night.
Her pussy felt warm. She squirmed and opened her thighs a bit. Suddenly she thought Of Roger in the back of the bus. She would love to have him sitting up front beside her now. Roger would have put his hand into her panties and cupped it over her fresh little mound. He would have rubbed it gently, eventually letting his index finger slide into her, brushing her little button of a clitoris. Then he would have probed in and out repeatedly until she quivered and moaned and, finally, came. Donna, of course, would respond to Rog as always. She would stroke his organ through the fabric of his trousers until it became sturdy and then, slowly, she would probe underneath his clothes until she was able to wrap her hands around his cock.
This was their familiar routine. They both found it lacking, they both wanted to do more but always they had refrained. Donna would end their sexual reluctance shortly, she decided.
She shifted in her seat again, more aware of her pussy by the minute. It was growing hotter. It was moist.
She wanted to thrust her hand down under her skirt and hold herself. She half opened her eyes. There was no reason why she could not. The inside of the bus was as black as the night sky outside. She slid her hand down her torso, making herself shiver as she did so. As she started to delve for her pussy, she felt another hand already there!
She jerked up for a minute, startled at her discovery. Then she trembled delightedly. There was only one person that hand could belong to! She touched that hand with the tip of her index finger, then with all of her fingers, stroking the back of it. It was strong and large with long, supple fingers and an abundance of hair covering the skin. She allowed her hand to rest upon Coach Brannan's just as he had rested his hand upon hers earlier. But, unlike the coach, she was able to allow her hand to remain.
The athletic body of the man sitting beside her shifted. She could feel the coach's weight as he leaned close to her. His hand was inside her panties and was excitedly exploring her little cunt. She removed her own hand and placed it in his lap. She felt for his member. It was huge! He was already hard!
Donna ran her fingers over the immense bulge. Mr. Brannan sighed and drove a finger deep inside her, making her tingle all over, making her light- headed and delirious.
The coach maneuvered his zipper with his free hand. Donna followed his invitation to find that he was not, after all, erect His cock had felt so big and hard but it hadn't been hard at all! She nearly gasped aloud in the expectation of its dimensions after she had massaged it into an erection. She set about her task.
The coach whispered into her ear. "I think I've found something for you to do in your spare time."
He drew his finger out of her, pulling it almost completely out, then plunged it back in. He did this repeatedly, making her hotter and hotter, while she fondled his cock, making it throb and grow magnificently longer and harder. Donna was barely able to contain herself. She wanted to moan aloud, thrilled by the touch of this man over whom she had fantasized. She wanted to writhe as he thrust his fingers into her pussy which was sopping wet and dripping with moisture under his hands, which, by now, were practically wet and sopping.
She opened her eyes briefly, wanting to get a look at the stout prick she was massaging, but all was dark.
But just as well -if she was unable to see, then no curious eyes would be able to invade their privacy and find out what they were doing.
"Oh, your breasts! Please," her phantom lover whispered hoarsely into her ear, "I want your beautiful breasts... "
And he had them, one at a time. He fondled her nipples into erection and made her whole upper body feel as if it were on fire.
"I want to suck them. Let me suck your tits, let me suck on them. Beautiful."
Donna's clothing interfered and she was afraid to take anything off. "Later on," she whispered. She meant it.
His cock was standing erect, the thick shaft pointing skyward, the head-what Donna could not see but could only imagine-red and swollen and ready to shoot at any moment. Donna gripped the tool tightly in her slender hand. She forced the pipe through the small aperture made by her hand, massaging the length of it, eager for the man to come. Then it began.
She felt as if she were beginning to tremble deep inside herself. She felt like something that had been trapped in her groin was ready to burst out. The feeling spread from the groin, through her hips and thighs, like something trying to find release. She swiveled her hips, moving them in a circle, grinding down hard on the coach's hand, while she wished that she could take his whole hand up her. Then she came.
She pitched forward, then quaked sideways, lurching in her seat ecstatically and violently, because she was unable to voice her passion. She continued to ride the man's hand, even after her orgasm, happy with the feeling of this intrusion into her privates. Then he stiffened. She thought she heard him suppress a moan and she knew that he was going to follow her with his own orgasm.
He put his mouth to her ear once again. "Take it Take it from me. Please, you must."
She had never done this before. Roger had never asked her to put her mouth to his cock. In fact, she had not really thought much before about this possibility, which she now found intriguing. And irresistible! She opened her eyes a bit. Still dark. She ran her, nearly-closed hand up and down his rod several times more, then she squeezed the heavy head mightily, then she lowered her mouth hungrily to the swollen cock.
She took the head into her mouth gingerly. She ran her tongue around the tip as if she were searching out something or trying to ascertain the lay of the land. Then she gulped more of it into her mouth and let it slide out again slowly. But the coach was not able to wait. He began grinding his pelvis, sending his cock deep into her mouth, to the back of her throat and out again. Then, with one last lurch forward in his seat, his body shook with the convulsion of a great orgasm.
Hot come poured into Donna's mouth. For a moment she was astonished, then she was grateful. She had taken his load with the expectation that it might taste unpleasant. But, far from being vile, the thick syrup tasted good. The coach drew his member out of Donna's mouth. She swallowed his come contentedly. The coach caressed her tenderly before they rearranged their clothing and drifted off to sleep.
When she awoke, she saw the lights of a large city shining in the tinted bus windows. Some of the reading lights had been switched back on and there was a dim glow surrounding them. The coach roused and looked down at her. He winked and smiled.
"Let's do a cheer before we get to the hotel," a sleepy voice from the other side of the aisle suggested.
Donna followed Kay and the other girls in a final cheer which, if it did not build more spirit toward their goal of statewide triumph on the basketball court, at least awakened the players.
Kay hissed in Donna's ear: "Look! They're all hard!"
"Yeah, so I see."
She thought to herself. It might turn out to be a better trip than she had expected.
It took over half an hour for a sleepy night clerk to register and assign rooms to the youthful group. When they were settled in for the night, sitting around in their panties and bras and gossiping, Kay asked Donna, "Okay, tell me what was going on over on your side of the aisle tonight."
"What do you mean?"
"Come on, Donna, I couldn't see anything and I tried my damnedest to listen and all I heard was the two of you rustling around in your seats and a lot of heavy breathing. Lucky ?ox you that I wore my new, too-small panties and got the coach all hot, wasn't it?"
Donna giggled. She should have known that she couldn't fool Kay. "I suppose you did the same thing with him last year on the trip, huh?
You always do everything before I have a chance."
"No. I wish that I had. But what's it like?"
"It's nice, I guess. No, it was dynamite! He's really got a great left hand."
"I meant his cock. What's his cock like?"
"Big. I mean, really big."
They both started to giggle. Kay even blushed, and blushing was, for her, a rare occurrence. Donna recounted the entire episode, detail for erotic detail and, after two hours of sexual discussion that left them both highly aroused, they turned off the light and said good night. But, alone in the middle of her double bed, Donna was still highly stimulated. She began to fondle herself, one hand caressing her pert, upright breasts and the other one petting the delicious little mound between her legs. She decided that she would be unable to sleep unless she came one more time, so she threw off her covers and spread her legs while she massaged her pussy and reveled in the wonderfulness of her own young body. While she worked herself toward orgasm, she fantasized the pleasures that she intended upon making her own in the next week.
Kay, still awake, watched from the other bed. She had always been envious of Donna's body. It was a superlative body, almost pure white with only the faintest touch of pink to show that the girl was healthy. The breasts were perfect little hills of solid-soft flesh, peaked with perfectly pointed red nipples which looked as if they were always in a state of exquisite excitement. And the hair on Donna's pussy was as soft and blonde as the hair of her head. And the legs were tender and supple, having an outward appearance which masked their extreme muscularity. Kay had to admit it. Physically, and probably, Kay admitted, sexually, Donna was her superior. In fact, if it had not been for her popular cartwheels which she calculated to attract stares to the region of her pussy, Kay would probably have been beaten out by Donna for head cheerleader.
After Donna came and drew the covers back over herself, Kay closed her eyes and joined her friend in a night's sleep. It was a sleep which, for both of them, was marked by dreams of erotica...
Early in the morning, the telephone rang. Neither girl budged toward it. It rang repeatedly until Kay said, "I'm not gonna answer it. I wanna stay asleep."
Donna picked it up. "Hey, there, time to get up and join the team in the coffee shop for some breakfast," the coach intoned. "Cheering squad is cordially invited to sit at the coach's table."
Donna jumped out of bed and tore into the bathroom yelling the message at Kay, who pretended to snore.
She put her hair up on her head and turned on a hot shower and stepped in. She let the hot water run in flooding rivulets down her nubile body. She looked down as big drops fell off her tits and onto her stomach.
They ran down into the matted hair of her cunt and then down her legs. She sudsed herself, rubbing her titties again until they became quite hard, then paying attention to her little box . freshening it for the encounters of a new day in a new town. The girls had nothing to do today but the team would have to practice for several hours. She wondered what she would find to occupy herself until the boys and their leader came home. _ She stepped out of the shower and into Kay's gaze. "Playing with yourself in the shower again, I'll bet," she cracked. "You're insatiable. We're just gonna have to persuade the team to gang-bang you. Then maybe you'll settle down a little."
Donna rubbed the plush hotel towel over her smooth skin and into the crevices of her frame, drawing out all the moisture, patting herself dry and, all the while, looking at her own reflection in the full mirror the hotel management had thoughtfully provided. Kay stripped off her night gear and jumped into the shower. "Listen, speaking of gang-bangs," she said, "have you ever thought of having any kind of-oh, uh,- group sex .maybe?"
"No."
"I've thought about it. And it sounds exciting to me. And I think I might like to try it before I go to college. I mean, it's important to be well-rounded when you start your college career," she chortled.
Donna turned toward her buddy. "There are some things I'm still too modest to do," she replied.
Kay was coming out from under the shower and Donna appraised her quickly. Kay really was good looking.
Donna wondered if she measured up. Were her thighs and breasts as attractive as Kay's? If there were a contest and the two of them were competing in the nude, Donna pondered which of them would be the winner.
"You're not modest," Kay said, continuing the discussion. "You're a drag sometimes, but you're not modest.
Modesty never sucked cock on the team bus on the way to the state tourney."
Breakfast was fun. The Central High team, various assistant coaches, the five cheerleaders and, of course, Donna's lover Of the past evening, Coach Brannan, had piled into and practically taken over the little coffee shop off the hotel lobby and the noise was driving the waitresses into a frenzy. (So were the not-so-subtle sexual interferences of some of the boys.) The coach sat at a large round table with Mr. McCurdy one of his assistants left and Donna on his right. With the arrival of the pancakes, Mr. Brannan slid his right leg over to consort with Donna's left one. At first she was afraid someone might see, but soon realized that the only person who would be the least bit suspicious would be Kay. Soon Donna noticed warmth from her face down to her groin. She felt the familiar flush on her skin and she knew that she would cream. Last night she had not been satisfied very much because Mr. Brannan as was then available to her. But now, with him sitting beside her once more, so close that she could swear she was able to feel the throbbing of his virile pulse, she wanted much more than had been allowed to her before.
At the end of the morning meal, the coach stood up and shouted at his players, "Okay, hustle on out of here.
Don't dodge your checks or stiff the waitresses. Get your coats and be on the bus in ten minutes. Any man who is not on that bus will be left behind and will sit on the bench for the entire tournament. And don't think I'm joking. Any breach of team discipline, even if you're one of our key men, means you can't play. And if you don't play we could conceivably lose. Want that on your consciences?" The boys rose in a body and hurried to the cashier and then out into the lobby. In the hubbub, Coach Brannan turned to Donna and whispered, "Be in my room at four this afternoon. Here's the key." He pressed the room key into her hand and loped out of the coffee shop.
Donna was stunned but exhilarated. She wondered how to spend the time between now and her afternoon appointment. She had seven hours to kill.
"What are we going to do today?" she asked Kay.
"We're supposed to go to the cheerleading seminar. There are going to be a bunch of college cheerleaders teaching us our business. There's nothing they can do that we don't know already," Kay frowned.
"Kay, I think you could teach them something," Donna responded.
"I know. Listen, what we'll do is go over and sign in and then duck out. Nobody will ever know the difference."
"Nobody except Emmy, Loni and Melba," Donna said, pointing to the other three cheerleaders from Central High.
"They'll never snitch," Kay smiled. "I've got something good on all of them and they know it!"
"Are you a blackmailer? 'Cause if you are, you probably have a file on me that's a foot thick."
"Some people are lucky. Some people I don't collect dirt on. But I have a hell of a good memory, toots!"
The two friends did just what Kay had planned. They checked in, left through a side door and high-tailed it back to the hotel. Donna wanted to go shopping.
"For what?" Kay wanted to know.
"To kill time. Besides, I should take something back to my parents. They forked over all this cash for me to come here, you know."
"Well then," Kay conceded, "Let's go but we'll keep it short, okay?"
Donna consented and they were back at the hotel by noon. They had lunch brought up to the room on a lark and settled onto their beds with the pillows drawn up behind their backs to read the collection of magazines they had acquired on their sojourn-Playgirl, Viva and the like. Later, when the phone rang, it was Roger calling for Donna.
"Where are you?" she asked him.
"Still up at the gym. We're taking a break. Listen, I should be back by four. I'll come up to your room. Try to get rid of Kay, why don't you?"
Donna was stymied. "Well, all right," she said slowly. "See you later."
Roger wanted to see her at four, the same time that Mr. Brannan wanted her to be in his room. Despite her initial eager anticipation, she was now beginning to get a little frightened of the prospect of meeting the coach for a tryst in his hotel room. She would feel more comfortable with Roger, and she could still fool around some. Maybe she could even finally go to bed with Roger. But, frankly, she simply did not want to make the first move. Roger adamantly refused to take the initiative and take her to bed. That was a problem that she certainly would not have with Mr. Brannan. Or would she? Maybe Mr. Brannan really did not want to take her to bed. Maybe he just wanted more of what they had done on the bus.
She decided that she could always have Roger. Roger, if nothing else, was steady. He was always there.
He might lack passion-no, he obviously did not lack passion. But for some strange reason he held back. He probably "respected" her.
"If he had any respect for you," Kay had once belligerently stated, he'd try to make you happier. And happier means screwing, right?" Well, certainly to Kay happiness equated with screwing. But maybe she was right, After all, Kay had done it and Donna had not Donna decided on Mr. Brannan. She might never have the opportunity with him when they got back home. The only thing that tended to make her have second thoughts was her fear that it might hurt Kay said that the pain concept was a myth concocted by mothers and nuns to keep' a girl from doing what her body told her to do. (Sometimes Kay sounded suspiciously like an advice column from Viva magazine.) Donna decided that the pain could not be that intense, nor could it be that long-lasting. Her decision was made. The only thing she had to worry about was the story she would have to fabricate for Roger. She wondered how Roger would feel if he were to find out that she had gone to bed with his coach, the man he idolized so and who had, according to Roger, made him the star basketball player of Central. But it made no difference. Roger would not have to know.
Donna had left the room while Kay was locked in the bathroom working on a tiny pimple, trying to remove it from her hairline, beneath her bangs. She stated that she did not care if it was invisible to most people, she knew it was there and zits were a turn-off to everybody. Donna yelled through the door: "Listen, I just thought of something else I want to buy. I'll be back a little later."
She scooted out the door and lammed it down to the third floor and fitted the key into Mr. Brannan's door.
She looked around. The maid had been in and attempted to clean around the coach's belongings which he had scattered all over the place. But it looked as if the maid had finally given up ,and just left the disorder to sort itself out Donna hung her coat in the closet-she felt silly lugging her coat with her, but her alibi was to be that she had been shopping. She sat down on one of the beds to await Mr. Brannan.
He arrived early. He knocked on the door and Donna admitted him with a familiar smile. He grinned down at her. Mr. Brannan claimed to be over six feet, four inches tall and she did not doubt this in the least. He closed the door after himself. He threw off his coat and scarf and grabbed her tiny waist with his great hands. She responded with a self-conscious giggle and Mr. Brannan switched off the lights.
"Well, did you have sweet dreams of me last night?" he asked.
"Sure, of course," Donna answered cockily. But, in fact, she had had dreams about him that had been more than merely "sweet." All night she awoke from a series of dreams about him. And all day she had been imagining how his cock must look. She had an excellent memory of how it felt rock hard and sleek and throbbing. And she had imagined also that the coach was thrusting his robust maleness into her with almost a viciousness, certainly with an earnestness, the thought of which made her tremble with delight. And now would he give her what she had been night- and day-dreaming about? She looked at the man expectantly.
He picked her up by the waist and brought her head even with his own. He simply stared at her for a few moments, no expression discernible on his face. Donna felt petrified. Suddenly she was scared to death and she wanted to be put down so she could run away. He picked up on her fright.
"No need to be scared. You've never done this before?" he questioned.
She shook her head in a negative response.
"Don't worry," he told her with a faint insouciance, "It doesn't hurt No matter what you've heard."
Then he placed his lips on hers and kissed her. She opened her mouth to admit his tongue and became pliant in his arms as he still held her suspended in the air. She pushed her tongue past his lips and let it graze over his teeth and gums, then their tongues found each other. The coach carried her to the bed and laid her down gently. He reached his long arms down and began caressing her breasts. Her nipples, which had been hard ever since the man had walked into the room, now began to tingle even more. They were so taut that they began to really ache, to hurt.
She winced as he grabbed the nipples through her blouse. He smiled at her.
"Do they hurt?" She nodded affirmatively and so he released his grip. He slowly unbuttoned her blouse with one hand, while with the other he gently caressed her pretty young face. "No bra? Good girl!"
He laid down beside her and bent his head over her breasts. "Ahh, nice little titties," he murmured. "Pretty, young, tender little titties. I love them... "
He had put his mouth to one breast and was running his tongue around the deep rose-colored nipple, going in endless circles while Donna closed her eyes and reveled in the sensation-a sensation not unknown to her but which was never before this pleasurable. He tickled the very tip of the nipple with his tongue, then he devoured her tit with his mouth. He sucked as much of the firm teenage breast in his mouth as he could manage. He murmured as he sucked, letting his fingers follow the line of her body, feeling her waist and thighs, her calves, her tiny feet. Then he began to loosen her clothing.
He was doing this so expertly, so smoothly, Donna thought. She had been ecstatic when Roger had done this to her and she still had a deep fondness for her boyfriend, but the coach was, quite simply, a better lover than Roger. She suspected that Roger would probably someday be just as fine. Coach Brannan, however, benefited from a few years of experience, she speculated. While he continued to undress her, still treating her breasts to the divine pleasure of his mouth and tongue, she hazily wondered about Brannan's past loves -his conquests and girlfriends. She tried to imagine a series of attractive women all responding to his lovemaking. The thought was an exciting one, and Donna found herself growing hotter by the second. She felt Brannan's head move away from her breasts and onto her stomach. She opened her eyes to look at him.
He was softly kissing her stomach, gradually working his way down to the golden triangle of soft hair that guarded her expectant pussy. He kissed the lips of her box. He tongued the outer lips, then traced the vertical line of her moist slit with his tongue. He placed his hands under her buttocks and raised her hips off the mattress. Then he ran his tongue all around her pubis, onto her thighs. He kissed her warm, round little ass cheeks.
His wet tongue aroused her in a way that nothing else ever had before. She began to rock up and down, then followed this slight bucking with the circular movement of her pelvis which she had always found so satisfying. She murmured with delight and, if she had looked to see his face, the basketball coach would have smiled delightedly-and tenderly at her.
Slowly he probed his tongue into her eager box. She half-moaned, half- shouted when he did this, for it was a sensation that was new and that she relished immediately. The tip of his tongue brushed the tip of her budding clitoris, which began to swell. She made her pelvic thrusts more athletic, inviting more attention from her lover. He plunged his tongue completely inside her. His lips were on her pussy lips and he groaned and ate ferociously while she writhed in exquisite agony on the hotel bed. She could feel the tension building up deep inside, starting in the depths of her gut and spreading throughout her like a freshly stoked hearth fire.
She began to twitch spasmodically, feeling as if she were contorting her body into almost inhuman poses.
She trembled on the brink of orgasm, trying to hold it back. But Brannan was insistent. The closer she came to her prize and the more she tried to hold it back, the more he dogged her, thrusting the tongue in and out, around the entirety of the outer parts of her cunt, insisting that she come. After a great quake of her body, she stopped trying to control her passions and screamed allowed, as the first wave of orgasm swept over her. She writhed up and down and from one side to the other while he voraciously ate her out. She sighed repeatedly. She had come. She had come in a way that she had never experienced and one that until now had, she realized been totally unimaginable to her. Despite her orgasm, Brannan continued to tongue her pussy, not allowing her to rest and keeping her hot for him. She relaxed from the tension of coming, then she felt the feeling deep inside her, the feeling that preceded her orgasms, start to build up once again.
Slowly, Brannan eased his oral ministrations. He once again began licking her outer lips, then he ran his tongue over her thighs and her lower belly. He sat up on the bed and caressed her and stared longingly at her pure white body.
"My turn," he smiled as he rose.
He stood before her at the foot of the bed, slowly undressing. She stared hungrily at his body.-The massive, hairy chest, his arms with muscles bulging, his surprisingly thin waist. He dropped his pants and stepped out of them, and was left standing in only his briefs. He had a glorious body, certainly the best one Donna had ever seen firsthand! She stared at his crotch. There was no question about whether or not his cock was hard this time. It was practically sticking straight out at her, threatening, it seemed, to be nearly bursting through the thin fabric of his undershorts. She raised herself up to her knees and leaned toward him. She placed her tiny hands on his waist. She allowed her hands to roam over his abdomen, up to his chest and to caress his back. She felt all of his body. She grew more and more excited as she stroked his muscles, probing around on him inquisitively, looking for hidden surprises which had heretofore not been available to her. She kissed him on his chest. She kissed each of his small, flat male nipples and, still kneeling at the foot of the bed all this time, she pressed her naked torso against his and threw her arms around him. He drew her closer still, into a nearly suffocating but stimulating embrace.
She could feel the hardness of his cock as it pressed against her body, just below her breasts. It was hot like a branding iron and she yearned to touch it and taste it. She drew back from his embrace and ran her eager fingers over the protrusion of his giant cock. She gripped the waist band of his shorts and pulled them down, tugging hard to pull them away from his swollen prick. She jerked them down to his knees, from whence they fell to the floor. She was then faced with his enormous, naked cock. She was stunned by the sight of it.
Donna grasped the base of Brannan's tool and squeezed it hard. Then she stroked it. lightly from base to tip, all the while inspecting it visually. She grasped it with both hands, massaging it excitedly, then she touched the slit with her tongue. She ran her tongue around the tip in circles, much the same way that Brannan had run his tongue in a never-ending series of circles around her breasts. Then she opened her mouth wide to admit the hardness into her sweet mouth. She closed her lips around it and gently eased the member in and out, feeling delight in the discovery of this new penis. She wondered if each of the penises that she was to encounter for the rest of her life would fill her with as much delight as this one. She hoped so.
The coach began rocking back and forth, urging her to take more and more of the tool into her moist mouth.
She was slightly cowardly at first, afraid that she might gag, but Brannan was gentle. He eased his long prick into her mouth gradually until Donna had most of it engulfed. He threw his head back and allowed the neophyte girl to work him over in her own unsophisticated but surprisingly adept way.
Donna felt Brannan begin to tremble in much the same way he had the night before on the bus. She knew his orgasm was imminent and she pressed herself harder into action. Shortly, with a sextet of gushers, his come poured out of him and into her mouth. She continued her sucking, swallowing the semen, while Brannan trembled before her. Each time she drew his cock into her mouth or let it slip back out, he gave a short, piercing cry of pain mixed with ecstasy. Donna released his cock and sat back on her knees to look at her lover.
They laid down on the bed together. Brannan drew Donna to him and again began to kiss and pet her. He held her so close that his still-inflamed rod was pressing hard into her belly. Her breasts were lost somewhere in the nearly-enjoined flesh that was the two of them locked in newly-discovered passion.
Brannan rolled over and was atop her. Donna expectantly opened her thighs, anxious for another, even more powerful orgasm and ready for her deflowering, which she had suddenly begun to think was long overdue. Her inner thighs were aflame and, lying there with Brannan lodged between those thighs, it was all she could do to keep herself from grabbing his cock and pulling it into herself.
"Now, please!" she cried. "Don't make me wait any longer. I want you now. Please!"
Brannan was silent but responsive. He grasped the head of his cock and placed it so that it barely touched her outer lips. He then began to grind his hips so that the insertion was slow, almost maddeningly slow for young Donna. But it was for Donna that he did not simply thrust his hardness into her. She welcomed the first inch of his stiffness greedily, grinding and rotating her hips in an effort to coax more of his cock deeper and deeper into her. Gradually, Brannan allowed the full length of the enormous shaft to penetrate her wet little cunt. He had finally arrived deep into the virgin territory that last night had so enticed him and which he had thought about ceaselessly for the past twenty hours.
Donna wriggled and whimpered as she felt the entire hot hardness buried deep inside her cunt. When Brannan began to draw it out nearly to the tip and then plunge back inside of her, banging pubis against pubis, she altered her own movements to complement his, making sure that the entire length of his cock would be as far into her vagina as possible. They humped and writhed and sweated, Brannan's mouth, with its demanding, probing tongue, pressed over her own, bathing her mouth with kisses and saliva. She was growing dizzy and the room seemed to be unbearably hot. But she was still strong. She continued to grind her belly into Brannan's as he ground his own into hers, both knowing that they were nearly home. She shuddered and he gasped and, amid low shouts from the both of them, they climaxed. Donna felt the warm flood of his come fill her insides and she realized that she had by now taken three of his loads into her body.
She lay back, drained. Brannan relaxed and they lay together for a long while .
Then she remembered that she was to meet Roger in her own room. She panicked for a moment and felt the urge to get up, dress and run back to her room to keep the date.
She decided that Roger could wait.
CHAPTER TWO
Donna, bundled up in her winter coat, returned to her room. Kay was watching a children's cartoon program on the television and Roger was not in evidence.
"Okay, show me all your treasures from the shopping trip," Kay wheedled. She looked at Donna's empty arms. "Oh, just window shopping, hunh?"
Donna hedged. "Couldn't find anything I liked but I've seen all the stores on Main Street. What time is it? I'm hungry. Did Roger come up?"
"It's shortly past five, I'm hungry too, but not for food necessarily, and Roger was here and left. You can call him in his room."
Donna picked up the phone and asked for her boyfriend's room.
"Where were you," he wanted to know, so she explained. He invited her to his room.
"Can Kay come along too? She doesn't have anything to do but watch T.V. "No," Roger answered. I just spent an hour talking to her. Come up by yourself. You can talk to Kay all night and all day tomorrow."
She loyally trooped up to Roger's room. He answered the door wearing only an old, faded pair of denims and invited Donna to sit with him on the bed. She looked at Roger admiringly. In the flurry of her assignation with the basketball coach, she had given her steady rather short shrift. Roger was handsome and well-built and, she reminded herself, was also well-hung. Mr. Brannan's maturity and experience were attractive -- highly attractive, she reminded herself, for she had gone all the way with him and found that complete lovemaking was truly incomparable -but there was a certain zestful appeal that Roger held for her.
She flopped on the bed and then turned to Roger, who scooped her up in young, strong arms and kissed her forcefully upon the mouth. They settled down and lay facing each other, their hands brushing each other's bodies. Donna felt a slight itching inside, not quite a surge of passion but maybe just the idea of passion wanting release. But she found it hard to believe. She had had two orgasms within an hour and now, resting beside Roger, feeling his still flaccid penis pressed against her thigh, she felt as if she wanted to be fucked once more.
"What'd you do all afternoon?" the boy queried.
"I went shopping, but I ended up empty-handed. I thought I'd find something for the folks, but nothing really caught my fancy. And what did you do?"
"You know what I did. I sweated! Man, that Brannan is a ballbuster. He worked us harder today than ever before on a game day. I was afraid we might not have enough energy left among us to dribble the old ball around the court. And to top it off, he left more than a half-hour early and let old McCurdy finish up the practice session. I don't know what he's got the itch about, but I wish he'd lay off the team just a little bit."
Donna kidded, "I'll try and use my influence with him to take it easy on you poor boys."
"What influence?"
"Well, he did invite me to sit with him at breakfast."
"Oh." Roger was disinterested. He drew her closer and kissed her again. "Wow, I feel kind of horny, but we've got the game tonight."
Donna ran her hand down his stomach and rested it on the bulge in his jeans. She began to fondle his cock into an erection and Roger responded by reaching, as he always had, to her vulva and beginning the massaging which always excited her. Then he stopped.
"Better not I wouldn't want to lose the game. I mean, I don't want to waste all my energy. Besides, it's almost supper time."
Donna had unzipped his fly and had taken his cock in her hand. It grew to its full length and fullness immediately. Roger gingerly inserted his finger into her cunt, which was still warm from Mr. Brannan's sturdy love making.
"Gotta get up and get going, " Roger yelped as he jumped from the bed, his stiff cock standing before him.
"Think I'll take a shower." With that, he hastily disappeared into the bathroom and Donna guessed that he was standing under a jet of cold water, trying to allay his passion. She was incensed. Incensed and horny. She and Roger had been playing with each other and masturbating each other for nearly two years and nothing more real had yet come of it. She stood up and stripped. Then she stealthily opened the bathroom door and crept in. Roger was hidden behind the shower curtain, so he would be easy to surprise. Quickly, she strode over to the shower and stepped in. Roger looked at her in shock. Donna put one hand on his waist and with the other hand she grasped his cock. Roger was silent but his mouth was agape. Donna pressed her creamy body into his, seeking out his mouth with her own. They stood under the streaming water and kissed and Donna felt the warm cock in her hand grow and pulsate. Then she fell to her knees and took the instrument into her mouth. She drew it in and out, just as she had done with Brannan's, savoring the hugeness and the hardness of it.
Roger was weak-weak in the knees, which is an uncomfortable sensation for a basketball player. He leaned back against the tile and looked down at his own throbbing cock, glistening as it was swallowed up in and then released from Donna's very eager mouth. She looked up at him. "You don't need a shower, do you?" she asked. You must have had one after practice, hunh?"
Roger nodded mutely.
"Well, come on, then. Let's go to bed."
"But the game," Roger countered.
"Don't worry. I won't sap all your strength. Matter of fact, you'll probably play better." Donna led him into the bedroom where Roger had one last fear.
"What if Gordy comes in?"
Donna locked the door and attached the chain as a preventative against Roger's roommate intruding upon them. She instructed Roger to he down and she once again devoured his cock, taking nearly the whole of it in one gigantic gulp. She was delighted! It tasted wonderful and the hardness-it was such an indescribable new sensation to have a man's hardness, inside her mouth-pleased her more than anything she could think of. Anything save having that same hardness buried deep in her quivering little mound of flesh between her legs. Roger lay back groaning with delight at what seemed to Donna to be a new sensation for him. She wasn't surprised-after all, she had not been eaten out until that very afternoon. She let Roger's shaft slide from her mouth and she laid alongside him.
"Isn't that fun?" she asked. "We've been missing out on all this pleasure for nearly two years. It kind of makes you feel retarded, doesn't it?"
Roger seemed unable to verbalize. Instead of speaking, he buried his head in her bosom and tentatively sucked at Donna's breasts. She cried out in pleasure, hoping to urge him on. He was indeed spurred and sucked and tugged at her breasts with all the ardor that he had repressed for the whole of his life. Donna rolled onto her back and spread her thighs, inviting her ballplayer inside her sweet box. He buried his hardness in her groin, unsure of how to proceed. Donna helped him. She reached down and grabbed the head of his prick again, this time pulling it toward her pussy. The stiffness stood ready outside, barely touching her cunt, becoming more restless by the second. Roger was panting and writhing and he could hold back no longer.
"Oh, I've got to put it in. Donna oh, oh, Donna, I've got to fuck you!"
He plunged his cock in with one fierce stroke and rested a moment, seemingly somewhat amazed. Then he slowly drew it nearly all the way out of her before settling it slowly back in. He continued like this, slowly penetrating and retreating, delighting in the new sensation he had found. The new sensation was one that had been available to him for quite a long time now and he wondered at himself for not having availed himself of it. But he had thought Donna might not want to go along! What foolishness! Well, he thought, he could still make up for lost time.
Now he began to speed up his thrusts. And he found that with every movement on his part, Donna was moving in the opposite direction from him. When he drew back, so did she. He fell into the rhythm and, for the first time, he relaxed. He relieved himself of all the body tension except that necessary for fucking. He looked at Donna, who was smiling but whose eyes were closed. Her white thighs protected his body from each side, She brought her stomach up to meet his, allowing for deeper penetration as he continued thrusting into her. Then he buried deep and was motionless for a second. He lifted Donna's legs in his strong arms and raised them up over his shoulders and back. She held the position, her legs high in the air while Roger continued to fuck her forcefully, making sure that every possible inch of cock was sliding through the moist skin of her pussy.
They were both flushed and groaning when they came. They both collapsed still joined, and lay bathed in perspiration and in the damp, sweet odor of love.
"I think you'll need another shower," Donna whispered.
They took their shower together and they were both surprised at their mutual lack of self-consciousness.
Donna had long wondered if Roger were a virgin. And he had been. It was funny, she thought, all of the pleasures she had experienced in fewer than twenty-four hours after nearly a lifetime of wondering "what it would be like," had all seemed so natural. She had been programmed somehow that she would feel trashy and dirty. But she felt clean and refreshed.
That night, while they were on the court, shaking their pom-poms and jumping and shouting to urge the Central High team on to victory, she suddenly had the urge to tell Kay about everything that had happened to her that day. She was able to foresee herself sitting back in the hotel room, talking a blue streak and revealing everything. But she knew she would have to keep herself in check. She could tell Kay all about Roger. But she did not think she dared reveal her lusty encounters with Mr. Brannan.
So, later on that evening after a team victory which assured another two days' stay -at least-she let Kay know all about her episode with Roger. Kay just wanted to know one thing.
"Were you a virgin before your episode this afternoon or not?"
Donna tried to evade her again. "What's the difference?"
"I'm supposed to be your best friend and I'm curious. You know I won't tell."
"Well, then no. But so what?"
"Exactly," Kay replied. "So what? I haven't been for a year and it has made absolutely no change in my character. But were you a virgin before this trip?"
"What kind of question?"
"Oh, come on. You weren't, were you."
"Yes, I was. But Roger isn't the first."
"You sure as hell got around fast. Fun, isn't it?"
Donna laughed and put out the light. Cheering squad practice was at ten the next moraine.
But Kay was still restless.
"Did you ever think, Donna, how many boys there are in the world?"
"I'll say! I'd like to get my hands on every single one of them."
"Mmmmm, me too!"
"This trip is really starting to open up my mind, Kay. I feel like I'm suddenly older or something. As if, there's a whole new world around me that I never dreamed existed."
"I know just what you mean, Donna."
"But you've known about it all along, haven't you, Kay?"
Kay giggled in answer to Donna's question.
During the evening, while Donna was sleeping, Kay got up, got dressed, and made her way down to the Hotel-Bar. She didn't know whether they would serve her or not, but she was restless, unable to sleep, and figured that she'd give it a try. Kay had a great body and had never had any problem getting served in bars where they didn't know her. The bartenders always assumed that she was a good deal older than she was or would serve her in hopes of getting something in return from the nubile young girl. But Kay realized that the Hotel would know that she was with the Cental High contingent and probably refuse to serve, her. She went anyway, if not to drink, than to catch a breath of fresh air.
The bar room was dark and smelled inviting. Kay had to stand at the doorway for a few moments so that her eyes could adjust to the gloom. When she could make out the shape of the bar in the darkness, she walked toward it as purposefully as she could. As she wiggled her way across the room, she felt that every eye in the bar was upon her. She was wrong.
Kay sat down at the first empty stool she could find and lit up a cigarette. She always smoked when she went out because someone had told her that it made her look more mature. She took a deep drag and waited for the man behind the bar to take her order. He seemed to be engrossed in something going on in the back room. Kay looked around her and saw that everyone at the bar was staring placidly into the back room. She saw a shape moving on a stage back there and heard the sound of music, rock music. Thinking that there was dancing in the back, Kay got up and strode towards the room, hoping to meet some people closer to her own age. When she got to the doorway, however, she saw that there was only one dancer. It was a girl in a box hung from the ceiling like a birdcage. She wore a thin gold belt around her waist, black boots, and a black tassle over each nipple, and that was all. As Kay watched in amazement, the well-built woman swung her huge mounds of breasts in a wild circle in front of her keeping time to the music.
Kay stood watching for a second and then felt a hand on her shoulder.
"What are you doing here, young lady? You should be in bed by now, not hanging around a bar."
It was Coach Brannan. He spoke thickly and swayed slightly as he held onto Kay's shoulder. She realized that he was more than a little drunk.
"I couldn't sleep," she replied, "I came down to get a soda or something."
"Well, you shouldn't get it here, Kay. You go back upstairs and order it from room-service. C'mon, I'll take you back to your room."
As they walked out of the bar, Kay explained to the coach that she didn't want to wake Donna.
"She seemed so tired tonight," she told the man, "I can't imagine what she was doing today."
The Coach stared at her and wondered dully if the girl knew what was going on between him and Donna. He realized that if the school ever found out that he had porked one of the cheerleaders, he'd be fired in a flash.
He decided to invite Kay up to his room to find out how much she knew.
"All right, Kay. If you're that thirsty, you can come up to my room and order your soda there."
As they rode up in the elevator, Kay snuggled into the arms of the muscular man. She hoped that she would get a chance to find out if Donna had exaggerated when she had bragged about her encounter with this man on the bus. As they walked down the hall, the Coach slipped his arm around Kay's shoulders and kept it there as he unlocked the door to his room. He walked to the phone after locking the door behind him and turned to speak to the girl.
"Wha' kind of soda did you want?"
"Couldn't I have a beer, Coach? Just for tonight? It'll help me go to sleep, honest." Coach Brannon looked at her for a moment and then ordered a six-pack of beer from room-service. When the man arrived with the beer, Kay had to hide in the bathroom. She giggled as she ran inside. When she was inside, a thought came to her. Why fool around? The Coach must know by now what she was after. With that she began to strip.
She left her panties on, and looking into the medicine chest for some band-aids, she pasted them onto her already erect nipples in imitation of the dancer she had seen in the bar.
The Coach called to her to come out and get her beer. Kay opened the door shyly and stepped out into the dimly lit room. The Coach sat on the bed and stared at her as she made her way toward him. Smiling in what she hoped was a seductive manner, Kay crossed her hands over her head. Her breasts bounced in front of her. She tried her best to shake them in smooth circles, but the best she could do was to jiggle them up and down. The Coach continued to stare at her.
"Don't I look just like the dancer in the bar?" Kay asked him when she was standing only inches from his face. Coach Brannon reached out toward her jiggling mounds of breast, but pulled his hand back at the last minute-as if he thought better of it. He stared down at the floor as Kay continued to grind her hips in front of him.
"What are you doing, Kay?" he asked her at last. "Don't you know that you can get me in trouble? If I so much as touch you I can lose my job immediately!"
Kay was a little offended. She stopped swaying in front of him and brought her hands down to her hips before she replied in an angry tone of voice.
"That didn't seem to bother you when you were touching Donna. What's the matter? I'm not good enough for you?"
The Coach started as he heard how much the girl knew. It must be common knowledge by now, he thought sorrowfully to himself. This would probably be his last road trip, his last tournament. There was nothing to do but make the best of the situation.
With that the Coach buried his head into the surprised young girl's chest. She started at the quickness of his attack, but soon recovered. Kay squealed as the Coach ripped the band-aids from her tits. He reached down for the beer and poured some all over Kay's nipples before he continued to suck them.
"Can't stand the taste of tape," he told her, as he bent toward her breasts.
Kay loved the feel of the man's lips and tongue smothering her nipples. She pushed his head against her chest with both of her hands and sighed in satisfaction.
"Ummmhhh, that's good!"
Mr. Brannan needed no encouragement by this time, however. He had been horny all night long watching the dancer bounce all over the stage. He had wanted to rape Kay in the elevator, but didn't dare touch her.
One cheerleader was enough, he thought to himself as he fought back his growing desire. When the girl had come slithering out of the bathroom, her near naked flesh glimmering in the dimly lit room, he had felt his erection spring back to life. He wanted to fuck this beautiful young chick very badly, but until he heard that she knew about his blow-job from Donna, he was determined to keep his cool.
When he realized that it wouldn't matter one way or the other whether he fucked Kay or not, he thought he would come immediately. The girl's breasts were dancing in front of his face, inviting him to sink his face into their smoothness. He loved the way she squealed when he ripped the band-aids off, and as he sucked he couldn't help but compare this girl with her friend in his rapidly churning brain.
Kay was darker than the blonde cheerleader.
Her skin seemed to be always golden tan even in the middle of winter. Her hair was black, jet black. The Coach knew that she was hot-to-trot, as did every male in the school. Kay's snatch was the favorite topic of conversation in the locker rooms. Everyone appreciated her tiny panties, especially the way they dug into her slit and revealed two glorious patches of dark, kinky hair on either side. The Coach had longed dreamed of getting a closer look at that beautiful young snatch, and now it looked as though he would finally get an opportunity to do so.
The Coach pulled himself away from the girl's delicious breasts with difficulty. Slowly, he ran his hands down the girl's trim, flat stomach. He followed with his tongue. When his hands reached her crotch, he began to tug the tight pair of panties down around her ass. Kay was breathing heavier and heavier in the excitement of the moment.
The man rubbed her tender twat with one of his big burly hands. He realized with somewhat of a shock that this girl standing in front of him was no older than his own daughter, Sandra. She even looked like her a little. Perhaps that was why she turned him on so much. He had always dreamed of fucking Sandra, but had never had the nerve to try it.
He remembered one day last summer when he and his daughter had been alone in the house. Sandra was dark haired and well-built, just like Kay. She had been swimming in their pool and ran in to the house to apply some tanning lotion to her body. Her father had been watching a ballgame on the T.V., when she ran in to ask him to apply the lotion to her back. He had tensed a little at the idea. He felt a little guilty about the fact that he found his daughter really turned him on sexually, and was anxious to avoid temptation.
Sandra crouched down next to his chair like an obedient animal. She undid the top of her bikini and pulled it off so that her father could reach every part of her back without difficulty. The lotion felt good on her back and she shivered with pleasure at the touch of her father's strong hands caressing her skin. He ran his hands slowly under her chest and began to cover her breasts with the lotion. His daughter groaned in pleasure.
"Ummhh, thanks Daddy. That feels great."
She didn't seem to object when he rubbed her bloated nipples between the thumbs and forefingers of both his hands. He kept it up for as long as he could without being obvious and then reluctantly removed his hands from her luscious young body. Sandra got to her feet, but hesitated before putting the top of her bathing suit back on.
"Do I have a nice figure, Daddy?" she asked him as she stood posed in front of him.
"You've got a great figure honey," he replied casually trying to tear his eyes from her body and put them back on the television screen where they belonged. "From what I can see," he continued, "you've got a great body."
Without another word the girl began to remove the bottom half of her bikini. Her father watched fascinated by the dark and hairy triangle of her cunt. She turned in a slow circle for his inspection and then slowly climbed on top of his lap.
When Mr. Brannon , felt the smooth expanse of his daughter's ass pressing against his already erect cock, he squirmed in embarrassment.
"It's all right, Daddy," his daughter reassured him as she put her delicately tanned arms around his neck, "you don't have to act embarrassed for me."
Mr. Brannan couldn't believe what was happening. He was being seduced by his own daughter! Not knowing what else to do, he began to apply more sun-tan lotion all over his daughter's body. He rubbed it into her stomach, her thighs, and down as far as her meaty calves. She continued to sigh into his ear: "Ummhhh, that feels good, Daddy. I love it when you do that."
As he worked the grease into her thighs, Mr. Brannan let his hands brush back and forth across his daughter's patch of pubic hair. Everytime he did so, he felt her jump a bit with excitement. Finally, he could stand the tension no longer and he plunged a finger inside of Sandra's slimy pussy. She pulled his hand out immediately and continued to sigh into his ear: "Not there, Daddy, you'll hurt me. Rub it into my other place. Go on you can rub into there if you want Daddy. I want you to."
Not knowing what she meant by her 'other place,' Mr. Brannan stopped for a minute. His daughter guided his hand under her buttocks and squealed as she thrust his finger into her firm, young asshole. Sandra lowered herself onto his finger again and again whispering furtively into his ear: "You can put anything you want in there, Daddy. I won't tell anybody, I promise."
As she spoke, Sandra ran her hands over her father's crotch. He stared Up at her in amazement as she unzipped his fly and pulled his crank out into her eager young hands.
"Ummhhh, you're really big, Daddy," she continued as she rubbed her hands all over his bulging cock. Mr.
Brannan felt the blood rushing to his head with excitement. His growing cock was rubbing against the beautiful creamy thigh of his daughter Sandra and she invited him again and again to stick it in her anus.
Seeing that her father was probably too shy to initiate the action, Sandra hoisted her ass over his big, red penis and began to lower herself onto it. The tip of it was gently throbbing against her asshole when they both heard the sound of gravel in the driveway.
Sandra sighed and sprang softly to her feet. After fastening her tiny bikini back on her greasy skin, she leaned over and kissed her father's rigid tool.
"Goodbye, Daddy," she cried as she padded softly out to the pool. Mr. Brannan frantically stuffed his aching cock back into his pants as he heard his wife's footsteps approach him.
Suddenly the Coach came back to the present with a start. His head was between Kay's legs. She lay spreadeagled on the bed as he worked his muscular tongue in and out of her come drenched cunt. She was apparently finishing up a tremendous orgasm. He could tell by the tone of her voice as she screamed in ecstasy.
"Ohhh! Suck me! Ohhh! Eat me all up! Eat meeeeee!"
When she finished the coach withdrew his tongue from the girl's cunt. He crawled up on top of her and inserted his blood-gorged pecker into her oozing pussy. He grunted softly with each thrust as Kay wriggled her hips underneath him. She scratched his back with her long nails and bit at his ear as he fucked her.
Soon he felt the orgasm swelling up inside of his balls. Kay threw her hips against his in expectation of the load she knew was coming her way. His cock grew inside of her and exploded into spurts of all consuming pleasure into the young cunt. She rocked him on her hips until every drop of come had escaped into her.
Then she slowly wiggled out from underneath him, dressed herself quickly, and snuck back to her room.
CHAPTER THREE
The next morning when Kay awoke, she discovered that she had overslept. It was ten o'clock already, and she would have to hustle to make cheerleader practice. She ran into the bathroom to take a quick shower wondering why Donna hadn't gotten her up. -Then she remembered the events of the previous night, and felt a flood of warmth washing over her. She still had the Coach's sperm inside of her, and she hesitated before washing it out. It seemed a shame to waste it, she would have liked to feel it inside of her all day long, to smell the mellow aroma wafting up from between her legs every time she sat down. But she knew that the other girls would smell it too, and she had no intention of letting them in on a good thing.
The hotel was located right down the road from the hall where the basketball tournament was being held, and Kay ran along the highway carrying her pom-poms in her arms. The girls were just about finished when she got there, but she joined in for the final cheer: "Let's all hear it for Central High!
We're gonna win, we're gonna fly!
So let's all hear it for Central High!!"
As soon as they were finished, Donna took her friend aside to talk to her. But before she could say a word, Kay spoke first: "Why didn't you wake me, Donna? Why did you leave without me?"
"I tried to wake you," Donna replied a bit hurt by the angry tone in her friend's voice. "Don't you remember? I kept on pulling you up out of the bed, and you kept on falling right back into it. What were you doing last night, anyway?"
"What do you mean? I was sleeping."
"I woke up at about twelve and you were gone. I thought you were in the bathroom at first so I went back to sleep. Then I woke up an hour later, and you were still gone. Where were you?"
Kay relaxed and broke into a confidential smile.
"I guess I didn't realize how tired I was this morning. I don't remember you trying to wake me at all."
She tried to let it go at that, but Donna was curious. She wanted to hear all about her night out, and Kay knew that she wouldn't leave her alone until she found out.
"Oh," she replied as casually as possible, "I just went down to the bar for a drink."
Donna, of course, was excited.
"You mean they served you?" she asked her friend incredulously.
"Of course, why shouldn't they serve me?"
Kay went on to describe her night in detail. She told her friend all about the dancer she had seen perform and even told her about her fucking session, omitting nothing except for the man's name. She would have told her that too, but she didn't want to cause any hard feelings. She simply told Donna that the man had not mentioned his name, and she had not thought to ask. Which was perfectly true. Coach Brannan had not once introduced himself to someone he already knew.
When Donna continued to pester Kay about the man's identity, the girl replied that she didn't remember what he had looked like. She had had a lot to drink and only remembered what his cock looked like. Donna had to be content with that.
The boys had a light practice that day. They had to play again that evening, and they spent the rest of the day lounging around the pool, conserving their energy for the big game. Kay and Donna joined them after lunch. With the cheerleaders there, the boys on the team began to act a little foolish. They started diving off the board and pushing one another in the pool trying to impress the beautiful young girls. It got so bad that Kay and Donna decided to leave after only an hour. It was too embarrassing!
Kay spent the rest of the afternoon in bed, sleeping soundly while Donna decided to go shopping. This time, however, she really did go shopping. It was only about a mile walk to the center of the town, so she walked it. It was a warm day, and Donna enjoyed the attention she got from the drivers as they passed her on the highway. She had taken care to wear her shortest skirt in case she had to hitch and apparently she had made the right choice. Car after car slowed to a halt beside her and asked her if she needed a lift. It got so bad that Donna decided that the only way to get out of it was to actually accept a lift from one of the generous young drivers.
A young man in a brand new sportscar pulled up next to her and railed at her.
"Hey baby, need a lift?"
He looked almost shocked as he saw the nubile young girl turn around and run toward his car. He had seen three or four other cars pull up beside the girl and ask her the same thing and was surprised that she had accepted his offer.
Donna hoisted her skirt up to her thighs as she squirmed into the low bodied car.
"Thanks," she said simply and the young man peeled out.
"Where are you going?" he asked her, suddenly very tame and polite.
"I don't know," she replied coyly. "What do you have in mind?"
As she spoke �_' Donna lifted her skirt up higher and higher. Soon the golden hair between her legs was exposed to the eager eyes of the young man sitting beside her. Donna had forgotten to wear her panties.
She looked down at her own crotch as she saw the guy's eyes riveted on her. She blushed furiously for a moment when she saw her bare pussy staring up at her, but then she realized that she enjoyed being ogled by this handsome young man. She squirmed her ass back further into the plush seat and spread her legs seductively. She felt a slight warm breeze flowing into her and suddenly was very hot indeed.
"Do you like it?" she asked him at last, surprised at her own aggressiveness.
The boy took his eyes off of her long enough to make a hurried exit from the road. When he found himself on a straightaway he turned back to the gorgeous girl sitting beside him. He couldn't believe his eyes. She was fingering herself and moaning into the air as he watched. He felt his cock throbbing like he was going to explode and pulled the car to a screeching halt on the shoulder of the deserted road. He reached into the glove-compartment and pulled out a small plastic bag. Ripping it open, he then pulled his pants down and covered his swelling cock with the smooth, slimy condom.
Donna had never been fucked by a condom; clad cock before and she licked her lips in anticipation. Before the boy could mount her, Donna grabbed his sweltering prick in her hands and descended onto him. The cock slid into her mouth without any problem. She licked the outside of the condom and wrinkled her nose at the taste of the artificially lubricated sheath. She was about to pull the distasteful cock out of her mouth when the homy boy began to come. She felt the tip of the condom swell inside of her like a balloon as it filled with his sperm. It was frustrating! Try as she might Donna could get none of his sperm down her throat. She sucked at the rapidly expanding condom, but still she got nothing. Then, she bit into the bag with her teeth and sighed as it popped and the sperm flowed into her thirsty mouth. The boy was almost finished coming by that time, and she had to slurp down the bagful of his come in a hurry so that she would have time to lick his prick before he withdrew his super-sensitive cock from her mouth.
Donna finished her job neatly. As soon as she withdrew her head from his cock the young man began to pull his pants up and remove what was left of his ripped scumbag.
"What's the matter?" Donna asked him. "Where are you going?"
"Can't stay here," he grunted, "someone might see us."
Instead of replying, Donna flung her hands around the boy's shoulders and pressed her lips to his. He hesitated for a minute before returning the kiss. Donna reached down to liberate his cock again and rubbed it back to life.
"Who cares if anyone sees us?" she asked him as she continued to fondle his cock. Then she pulled away from him and pulled her blouse off over her head. She threw it in the back seat and then wiggled out of her skirt. Then she let him survey the voluptuous body in front of him with his eyes. He reached out with both of his hands and began to fondle her tits. As he squeezed her, Donna looked him straight in the eye and asked him his name.
"Why," he replied throatily, "what difference does that make?"
"I like to know whoever it is that I let fuck me," Donna replied to him. When he failed to respond, Donna pulled his hands from her creamy white boobs and began to put her skirt back on.
"James," he replied quickly, "James Kerrow."
"All right," Donna told him, "you can fuck me now James."
She crawled into the back seat of the car and James followed her. She spread her legs wide and closed her eyes waiting for him to thrust himself into her. When he did she sighed in pleasure.
"Ummhhh. I like that, James."
James withdrew his hips from hers and pumped his cock into her again. He was glad she had already sucked him off, or else he probably would have come instantaneously. He kept on pumping his cock in and out of her cunt. She kept her hands on his hard ass, and pushed him into her again and again. James thought he'd never hold out. He felt himself swelling with another heavy load of come and tried to warn Donna before he spurted it into her.
"Ohhh, I'm gonna come! I'm gonna squirt you full of come! Ooohhhhhhhhh! Oohhhhhhhh! Oohhhhhhhh!"
James came with a series of violent shudders. Donna came with him, matching her screams with his.
When they were finished, they lay in an exhausted heap in the back seat of his car. James finally struggled to his seat behind the wheel of the car and rearranged his tousled hair. Donna leaned over the seat and pressed her firm tits into the back of his head. She reached her hands around to cover his eyes.
"Guess who?" she asked him playfully.
James pushed her hands from his face and shoved her violently back into the rear of the car. He continued to groom himself as Donna struggled to dress herself. She was furious. She had given this guy the fucking of his life and now he was going to treat her like dirt! The more she thought about it, the madder she got.
She finished buttoning up her blouse as he got out of the car. He walked around to the side of the car in which she sat huddled. He opened the door of his ear, and pushed the front seat back so that he could reach into the back. Grabbing Donna by her hair, he yanked her savagely out of the back. She kicked at him wildly, but he was too strong for her. He threw her to the dusty ground and climbed back into his car.
"I don't give rides to no cheap fucking whores!" he screamed out at her as he drove away.
Donna lay in a heap on the ground. She wanted to run after the car and scratch his eyes out, but she knew there was nothing to do. So she finished dressing herself and continued her walk to the city.
It was a Saturday afternoon, and the downtown shopping area was crowded because of the mild weather.
Donna walked in and out of two or three big Department Stores, but didn't stay long in any of them. She was still upset over the shameless treatment she had received from James and just could not concentrate on shopping any more. She found herself winding in and out of the narrow back streets of the town. She noticed that the neighborhood was getting extremely ethnic as she walked along, and she realized that she must be wandering into the poorest section of the town. She was just about to turn back when she saw a strange sign hanging over a dilapidated storefront across the street.
The sign read: "The Sex Store, you name it, we got it. Honest!"
Fascinated, Donna wandered across the street and stared into the dark store window. It looked like any other store on the inside, and Donna decided to investigate further. She walked into the store and roamed up and down the rows of dusty bins. Hanging on the walls were various kinds of leather equipment. There were whips, belts, buckles, and boots among other things. Donna stopped in front of one of the bins and examined the contents. It was filled with plastic penises. They were made in all different colors, shapes, and sizes. Donna picked up a large one and hefted it in her hands. It felt amazingly life like! She imagined what it would be like to have her very own penis at her every beck and whim and decided that she liked the idea. A lot!
As she stood examining her find, Donna heard someone addressing her from the front of the shop.
"Can I help you young lady?"
She turned, and as her eyes grew accustomed to the gloomy darkness she made out a shadowy figure standing behind the counter in front of the window. She couldn't tell from the voice whether it was a male or female, and as the person's features became clearer she found it even harder to decide for sure what it was.
He or she was wearing a purple satin jump suit, encrusted with row on row of glittering stones. Its hair was also purple, and if anything, a shade brighter than the almost blinding jump-suit. It stood up straight on the person's head, as if someone had just yelled 'Boo!' in the figure's ear.
Donna walked toward the counter clutching her new found toy. She placed it on the counter in front of the glowing shopkeeper and waited to find out how much it was. There was a long pause.
"Hi," the person replied at last, "my name's Robin."
"Hi," Donna answered, still not sure whether she was talking with a male or a female. "Uh, how much is this?" she asked shyly.
"A buck three eighty." Robin replied with a smirk on its face.
Donna picked the dildo up and looked for a price tag. She was desperate to buy one, even if Robin wasn't going to help her. Her heart leaped when she found the price tag. It was only three dollars! Donna pulled the bills from her blouse pocket and threw them on the counter. She was halfway out of the shop when she realized that she could not just walk through the crowded town carrying a twelve inch dildo in her hands. She ran back to Robin and asked for a bag. The money was gone from the counter, and Robin remained motionless. Finally, a bag made its way onto the counter. Donna grabbed it, stuffed her dildo into it, and ran out the door. She couldn't wait to get home and try it out!
When Donna got back to her room, Kay was still asleep. Donna was excited and woke her up to show her her find. Kay's sleepy eyes widened as she saw the huge plastic cock.
"Look," she squealed, "its got a switch on the side! It's battery powered!"
"Oh, wow!" Donna replied.
They were both anxious to try it out, but neither wanted to go first while the other was watching. Finally, Donna playfully turned the vibrator switch on and thrust it at her friend's groin. Kay squealed in mock fear, but didn't move her hips away from the thrust. Donna kept the machine pressed to her friend's crotch. Kay's playful complaints soon turned into moans of pleasure under the insistent push of the plastic cock.
The dark girl let herself be pushed back on the bed, and Donna slowly inched the skirt of her night-gown up her friend's legs. Kay never wore panties to bed, and soon the expanse of her cunt lay open before the thrusts of the hand-held vibrator. Kay was shy before her friend's gaze, but let herself be fucked with the new dildo. Donna pushed it into her slowly but surely. She turned it off as she thrust it into the girl. Only when it was all the way in did she flick the switch. She kept it there for a minute until Kay was humming along with the drone of the battery operated cock. Then she pulled it slowly out of the now dripping cunt and thrust it back in again.
Kay was sweating steadily and trembling all over. Even Coach Brannan had not been able to turn her on as fast as this little machine. She smiled up at her friend and tried to describe the sensation to her. "Gosh, Donna, it really feels yummy! It feels like... It feels like, oh you've got to try it yourself! I can't describe it, but it feels great!"
Donna thrust the cock back inside of the girl until it was buried as deep as it could go into her tender, young pussy. She stripped off her clothes and stretched out beside Kay. Then she-turned the girl on her side and hunched the end of the dildo protruding from her friend's twat into the opening of her own young pussy.
There was only about four inches left over, but it was better than nothing!
Donna thrust her cunt lips over the left over portion of the vibrator until her own gorged cunt rubbed over her friends. Together they were able to fit the entire cock into them!
They rocked their hips back and forth. When they had swallowed the dildo completely, they rubbed their gorged cunts against each other and groaned at the feel of pussy hair rubbing against pussy hair. The vibrator continued to vibrate inside of them as they slowly worked their way toward orgasm. Kay had most of the dildo in her, including the wildly vibrating motor, and came first. But as soon as Donna heard her friend begin to come, she joined right in. The two girls cried together as the orgasm rocked over them. For a moment they both felt like they were fucking themselves! It was as if they were both fucking their own reflections in a mirror, their own negative reflections that is.
After they had come, the two girls drew up a schedule to regulate the use of their dildo. Kay was to have it for her morning shower, and Donna for her evening one. Kay got it for the first half hour of bed time, and Donna for the rest of the night unless Kay wanted to share it. It was after all Donna's find.
They were interrupted by the phone . It was Emmy, one of their fellow cheerleaders. She told them that they'd meet them downstairs in an hour. They wanted to get to the Hall early to see the first game, and Donna agreed to go with them. She loved to watch the basketball games. The sight of all those guys, running and sweating, really turned her on. She especially liked the uniforms that they wore, and the sight of all those bare arms and legs. Sometimes she fantasized about sneaking into the locker room after the game.
She pictured herself hiding in the corner of the shower room and spying on all those sweaty cocks as the boys washed themselves off. She pictured herself being gang-banged on the trainer's table. She knew it was only a fantasy, but it still got her really excited.
When they got down to the lobby, the other three girls were waiting for them. Emmy, Lorri, and Melba were nice enough, but they were kind of straight and Kay and Donna had never really gotten along with them.
Emmy was a black girl. She had a cute face and a nice body, but nothing spectacular. The other two girls were really plain, and their temperaments matched their looks.
The five girls strolled down the road toward the gym. It was already filled with students and fans from the first two schools, but the girls were dressed in their cheerleaders outfits and were admitted to the hall without any problem.
The team in blue was probably the only team in the competition with any chance of beating Central High.
They were undefeated also and heavily favored to win tonight's game.
The girls walked over to a section right behind one of the hoops and watched the opening introduction of the players. The team in red was introduced first, and from the excited roar of the crowd, it was obvious that most of the audience was rooting for the underdogs. The red team looked very short, though, compared with the blue team, and all the girls agreed that they stood little, if any chance of upsetting the favorites.
But one never knew what would happen.
That was the nature of competitive sports.
The blue team drew a respectful smattering of applause when they were introduced.
"Wow!" Kay exclaimed to her companions, "they're really big!"
That in fact was the main reason for the team's so far unblemished record. They towered over their opponents by an average of six inches to a foot, and the girls realized that the other team was not really that short. They just looked short in comparison to the other giants! Only one boy on the blue team was shorter than the tallest man on the red team. If they could play as good as they looked, they were sure to beat this team by an easy margin.
Kay noticed that her friend was staring intently at the blue team. As the shortest member of the team was introduced, Kay noticed a definite reaction in her friend's face. She seemed to be twisted with anger, but Kay could not imagine why. The blue team was from clean across the state. Surely Donna did not know the guy.
But her reaction was really overwhelming! When the blue team began to take warm up shots at the basket over their heads, Donna stood up, walked straight out on the court, and slapped the boy across the face. He stood there for a second, confused and humiliated as his team mates chuckled around him. Donna walked off the court and got a smattering of applause from the crowd. She walked straight out of the arena, and Kay followed along behind her. When they got outside to the cool evening air, Kay stopped her friend and questioned her.
"You know that guy, Donna? I don't ever remember seeing him around or anything."
"Of course I know him," her friend replied with more than a trace of anger in her voice, "do you think I'd walk up to a complete stranger in front of a whole auditorium full of people and slap him for no reason at all?!"
Donna's voice had grown louder and louder as she replied. Kay could tell that her friend was upset and was curious to find out how she had met the guy.
"Hey, I'm your friend, Donna. Remember? Don't get so excited, I'm only trying to help you."
Donna looked over her friends head, and her eyes filled with tears as she remembered her humiliation. She had sworn that she wouldn't tell anyone about her humiliation, but the sudden appearance of James Kerrow made her break her resolution. Sobbing on Kay's shoulder, she told her all about the ride, the fuck, and the dumping that she had gotten from the arrogant young man.
After calming her friend down a bit, Kay convinced her to go back into the auditorium and see the game.
From, the looks of his team-mates, Donna would be seeing a lot of James Kerrow in the near future. Barring a miracle, his team would almost certainly reach the finals, and hopefully Central High would be there too.
Donna blushed as she walked sedately down the runway that led to the court. She expected to get a good razzing from the crowd, but much to her surprise, the crowd's attention was riveted on the game, and she entered without anyone, except for her fellow Central High cheerleaders, noticing it.
"What's the score?" Donna asked trying to seem calm and unruffled.
"They just tied it at twenty!" Lorri replied excitedly.
James Kerrow was on the bench and from the looks of his dry uniform he had not seen much action.
Despite their superior size, the blue team was having a tough time of it. They scored easy enough, but so did their opponents. It was a fluke of course. The red team just happened to be having a hot night from the floor, but it was a fluke that threatened to send them home from the tournament unexpectedly early. The score was still tied at halftime. Both teams had scored an unbelievable fifty points. That was more points than was usually scored in a whole game when Central High played.
Donna noticed that Kerrow was going to start when the teams took the floor for the start of the second half. It was hard not to notice with Kay nudging her furtively in the ribs! Kerrow's team got the ball on the opening jump and drove to the basket for an easy lay up. When the red team attempted to put the ball in play, Kerrow pressed one of their guards and stole the ball. He drove in for an easy lay-up, and that was the story of the second half. The arrogant youth turned out to be the defensive star of his team, and almost single-handedly he was able to turn the game around. Before the night was over the blue, clad Falcons of Warren High scored over a hundred points and won by a margin of thirty-six. Kerrow leered at Donna as he passed with his team on the way to their victorious locker room.
The team was in great spirits.
"Rah, Rah, Sis Boom Bah!"
The team chanted all the way to the showers. It was truly a victorious day!
CHAPTER FOUR
The girls stayed on the court to cheer their own team on. Donna soon forgot about her anger in the excitement of the game. The Central team trailed throughout most of the game, and it seemed certain that they would not be able to overcome the deficit as the clock ticked slowly away. But in the final minutes of the game, they caught up with and overcame their opponents. It was very exciting.
It was most obvious now that the Central team been taking the game too easily. They had expected to win without any problems, and their overconfidence had almost cost them the championship.
As they went through their routines, the girls sweated profusely. It ran from them in streams and made the slick wooden court even slicker underneath them. Each girl fell more than once in the confusion, and they were all drained when the game was over.
"Boy, I could really use a beer," Kay told her friend as they relaxed after the game.
Donna had been feeling tired from the night's exertion, but her ears perked up at her friend's suggestion. Both knew that the other wanted to go to the bar, but they were both to shy to suggest it openly.
"Oh yeah," Donna replied, "why don't you call room service and order one?"
"Nah, they'd know by our room number that we're with the High School and under age. They wouldn't serve us, and they'd probably snitch to the Coach."
There was another long and pregnant pause. Finally, Kay voiced their common desire.
"Maybe I'll go down to the bar. I could probably get a beer there. Do you wanna come."
"All right. Why not?"
Within seconds the girls were dressed and walking down the Hotel corridor on their way to the elevator.
When they reached the entrance to the bar they stopped and peered in.
Just then two middle aged men passed them on their way into the bar. Both girls turned to look at each other, and then the two girls followed the men into the bar. They walked only a step behind the men and sat down next to them at the long wooden bar. The Bartender asked the men what they would have, and the men ordered for themselves. The Bartender shrugged and filled their order. He then asked the girls if they were having anything, and they each ordered a beer. Much to their surprise, the man refused payment from them. They could see that he was adding it to the bill of the two businessmen sitting next to them. Kay giggled and pulled Donna into the back room.
The room was dark and quiet. Apparently, the Dancer had the night off tonight. They sat in a dark corner, contentedly lapping up their cool beers. Soon music began to filter into the room from a hidden loudspeaker.
One by one men began to trickle into the room until it was almost filled with tense and sweating businessmen. From their dark corner the two girls could see everything that was going on without being seen themselves. Donna nudged Kay when the Coach entered with old McCurdy, his assistant.
"Wouldn't he be surprised if he knew that we were here?" Donna said to her friend. Kay did not reply.
The music began to pick up in intensity as soon as the room was filled. It got louder and louder, and the typical "Musac" selections changed to wild rock and Latin selections. A soft red light played against the far wall, growing brighter as the music got louder. Kay and Donna had to squeeze all the way back in their booth to remain hidden as the room grew lighter from the glow of the wide beam spotlights.
Both girls were silent; they stared tensely at the red-flushed wall to see what would happen. The music died suddenly with a resounding crash of a cymbal, and a silver cage was lowered slowly from the ceiling. Behind the silver bars was a woman, covered with layers of feathers and veils. She leaned against the back of the cage and remained motionless as if conserving her energy for what lay ahead. When the cage had been lowered to floor level, it slowly began to rise again. It went as high as four feet off the ground and then returned slowly to the floor. Whoever controlled the movements of the cage kept this up all night long, or at least until the woman inside had finished her dance.
The room was absolutely silent as the cage was being lowered, and every eye in the house was trained on the girl inside. Neither girl could remember afterwards when exactly the music picked up again, but suddenly they realized that the wild sound of pounding drums had crept back up to the audible level The woman moved slowly at first with the beating drums. She swayed her arms and hips with the beat and moved her head in a circle, allowing her long black hair to flow down her back.
Neither of the girls could decide how old the woman was. She wasn't young, and yet from the beautiful conditioning of her body and the superb muscle control she showed, she couldn't have been that old. When she first made her appearance, her entire body was completely covered with the brightly colored veils and feathers, and she appeared almost matronly. Kay and Donna both realized that the woman about to titillate the crowd of horny men in front of her could have been the same age as their mothers! It was a very unnerving realization.
But as the veils began to be peeled away, and the feathers to be scattered all over the room as souvenirs to the lucky men who were able to catch them, both girls decided that it didn't matter how old the woman was; she was undeniably sexy!
The woman's movements grew faster, and the audience howled its approval, giving Kay a chance to talk to her friend without attracting attention.
"Pretty good, huh?"
"I'll say! She's really something the way she moves around like that. I don't think I could do half the things she's doing, and I'm probably half the age she is."
The woman had by this time removed most of her covering, and her body stood revealed for the benefit of her admirers. She had white skin; it was smooth and creamy like pure milk and reflected the rosy glow of the spotlight. Her breasts were large and firm, only the slightest bit droopy. She had only the slightest trace of a roll around her waist, and otherwise her body was flat and trim. Her cunt hair, which peeked out from time to time from between the last remaining rows of brightly colored feathers, was the same color and of the same thickness as the sleek black hair on her head. Her thighs were solid, and her legs perfectly shaped. Her buttocks were hefty, but the five-inch heels she wore set the muscles in them to' their best advantage. All in all, she was a delectable piece of pussy for a man of any age. The men in the audience certainly thought so.
From time to time, an excited business man would charge the cage and grab wildly for whatever he could.
But the woman had enough room inside of her little box to avoid the grasping hands of any one man. She toyed with the men as they reached through the silver bars. Bending down and waving her tush, inches away from the man's fingertips until he almost cried with frustration. Occasionally she would permit a man to graze his fingertips against the soft thickness of her twat, and for this reason, man after drunken man made their hopeless attack upon her citadel.
Kay and Donna were really getting turned on by the sight of all these homy and desperate men throwing themselves at the confident sexpot on the stage. They began to wonder what would happen if the audience discovered the presence of two nubile cunts in their very midst, and more importantly, unprotected by any cage. Kay giggled when she thought of it and told Donna all about her fantasy.
"I wouldn't mind," Donna replied, "in fact. I think I'd like it. I'm getting pretty homy."
"Ummh, me too. It must be fun being able to tease all those helpless men like that."
Soon another cage was lowered from the ceiling and a younger black girl made her appearance dressed in a flimsy gold robe that seemed to be made of very thin tissue paper. She too began to dance along with her older partner, but kept her outfit intact. The music stopped after a while, and the two women stood in their respective, cages smiling and panting heavily. The black girl had a huge Afro. Her skin was dark and of the color and consistency of chocolate, milk chocolate. Underneath her skimpy robe her large full breast heaved up and down with every breath that she took. Her waist was unbelievably slim, and her cunt appeared as a dark patch through the thin tissue.
The girls waited for the men to calm down and then made an announcement from the rear cages.
Apparently they were wired for sound although Keith, Kay nor Donna could see any kind of a microphone at all. The white woman spoke first.
"All right. All right. Now simmer down gentlemen. It's time for the auction."
Her announcement was greeted with a roar of approval from the men.
"You all know the rules," the black girl continued, " and the first one who abuses the privileges will blow it for the rest of you. No fucking around!"
The men groaned and the black girl stepped to the back of her cage. Her friend began the auction.
"All right, now what do we hear for the first bite? The first bite is always the best, so I just know that we're gonna hear a lot. Ain't that right, gentlemen? After all a pussy as delicious as this one does not allow itself to be bitten .every night."
The woman pointed to the black girl's crotch, and the bidding began with a frenzy.
When the bidding reached over two hundred dollars, it began to die down. The final bid was two hundred and fifty dollars, and it was offered by none other than old Mr. McCurdy. He jumped to his feet with a triumphant scream and scampered down the aisle toward the prize. The girls looked on in wide eyed amazement as the old man approached the cage.
"I wonder what they'd say in the Faculty Room of Central High if they knew about Mr. McCurdy's extracurricular activity?"
"I don't know," Kay replied to her friend, "but I have a feeling that they'd believe Thelma Watson the next time she accused him of grabbing her snatch in the hallway!"
The black girl plastered herself against the front of the cage. She pulled the robe tightly against the front of her body, grinding the mound of her vagina against one of the silver bars of her cage. Mr. McCurdy looked up at her as she dangled four feet from the ground. The cage was slowly lowered until the big black pussy was staring the old man in the face. He gulped a few times, and his adam's apple bobbed up and down in awe of the mouth- watering treat in front of him. He advanced slowly to the cage, his tongue clearly visible to the whole audience as it stuck straight out in front of him like a tiny erection. He was inches away from his goal when the cage was jerked back into the air almost knocking him over with the sudden movement.
There was a loud jeering from the audience and the girls in the two cages.
"You don't get nothin' for nothin', honey," the black girl called down to him.
Mr. McCurdy fumbled desperately in his pocket for his money. He pulled out the bills that he had been saving all year long for just this moment, and held them out in front of him. The cage lowered again, the young and voluptuous negress grabbed it from his hands and squeezed her twat between two of the bars toward the old man's tongue. There was a loud groan of envy from the audience as he thrust his throbbing tongue inside the girl's vagina, pushing the golden tissue inside of her as well.
He grabbed onto the back of her thighs to gain momentum and thrust his tongue deeper inside. With his lips and tongue he bit furiously at the golden tissue to get it out of his way. He discovered, however, that the tissue was delicious. It tasted just like molasses mixed with brown sugar and blended perfectly with the taste of the dark, musty cunt juices in his fast filling mouth. The candy flavored tissue dissolved in the girl's cunt thoroughly flavoring the already delicious cockpit with sweetness.
The old man, as might be expected, groaned loudly when he was able to catch his breath, and a hush fell over the audience as they watched his inspired sucking and cursed themselves for not matching his bidding.
Kay and Donna looked at each other wild eyed in amazement.
"Wow! Look at him go! I didn't know that old Mr. McCurdy was so talented! I wonder if her likes white meat?"
Donna asked her friend, already wondering how she could corner the old man and make use of his experienced tongue.
"Ummhh, I don't know, but I'm really getting hot!" Kay replied. "I can't wait to get upstairs and try out that dildo you bought this afternoon."
"Let's wait and see what happens though," Donna replied, anxious that Kay would drag her away before the real action started.
"Sure," Kay quickly reassured her, "I wouldn't miss this show for the world. But why don't we make ourselves comfortable?"
In the dim light Donna could see her horny young friend wiggling her cute little ass out of her panties. She smiled, a bit amused by the innocence of her friend. She herself only wore panties on the job. Whenever she went out, Donna was careful to go bare-assed in case anything came up. Kay reached her hands over to Donna's thighs wondering why her friend wasn't getting comfortable. She slid her fingers over the girl's smooth, silky skin and took a deep handful of her flesh. She ran her hand up the girl's legs until she reached her crotch. She stopped dumbfounded when she was greeted by the fleecy golden hair of Donna's bare pussy. How had her friend taken them off so quickly, Kay thought to herself not realizing at first that Donna hadn't been wearing panties all along. Then she softly pushed her finger into Donna's snatch and wiggled it around. Catching on at last, Kay leaned over and licked her friend's ear, taking the opportunity to whisper into her ear: "You sneak! You've been walking around with a bare pussy all night long, and you didn't even let me know.
You're a naughty girl, Donna."
Donna sighed as she felt her friend's hand explore her twat. She leaned back and sighed loudly to let her friend know how much she enjoyed her attention.
"Ohhh, that feels great, Kay. I love to feel your little fingers in my pussy."
"I love to feel your fingers in me, Donna.
You can finger fuck me if you want. I'll let you."
Donna was a bit nervous about sticking her fingers in Kay's juicy cunt in front of all these men. What if Someone saw them? But the action, was really progressing at the front of the room, and she knew that no one would tear their eyes off the two beautiful women in the cages, so she took a chance.
She leaned over first and kissed her friend's chest. Kay was wearing a bra, a push-up one, and her firm young titties stood straight out in front of her. Donna bit lightly at the crevice of her friend's breasts that was revealed by the very low cut dress that Kay was wearing. Kay sighed herself and pushed her finger deeper into Donna. They were really getting horny! If things got any hotter, they would soon be eating each other out on top of their table. Donna kept on nuzzling at the delicious crevice in front of her. She reached with her hands and pulled one of Kay's big, beautiful tits completely out of the bra. It fell over with a flop, and Kay almost shrieked in astonishment.
"Donna, what are you doing? They'll see us!"
Donna squeezed her friend's tit until the nipple stood out from the milk white skin of the breast itself. She bent her head down and licked at the liberated nipple, smothering the rosy mound of flesh with her hot and wet tongue, Kay's protests soon turned into groans.
"Oh, Donna, that's so good! Ohhh, pull the A� other one out too. Ohhh, lick me up good, Donna. I love the way you lick my titties!"
Both girls were enthralled with the idea of making it in a crowded room full of horny men. As they fingered and sucked on each other's bodies, the two women in the cages continued their own show.
Mr. McCurdy ate a huge gaping hole out of the black girl's robe. She screamed her encouragement at the man, and the mikes picked it up and amplified it for the whole room to hear. She was either a very accomplished actress, or old Mr. McCurdy was a very accomplished cunt lapper because her cries of lust sounded realer than real.
"Yeah, that's it, baby! You lick it up good, you hear. You lick it up gooood!"
The girl spoke at first in a hoarse patter. As the tongue began to drive in and out of her, her voice was colored with a desperate tone, and her squeals were louder, higher pitched, and incredibly mellow.
"Ohhhhh, weeeeee! Oh, oh, oh, you old fuckin' skunk, you! Oooooohhhh! Weeeeeeeee! You, you, you, ahhhhhhhh! NNrghhhhh!!"
The girl threw her hips against the man's tongue with a frenzy. The sound of his slurping was also picked up by the microphone and accompanied her now incoherent cries of passion.
After three or four more minutes of frenzied humping and sucking, the black girl collapsed against the back of her cage, leaving the old man victorious with his tongue still standing straight out from his mouth. The black girl was covered with sweat. She leaned against the bars of the cage as her chest heaved furiously bouncing the chocolate melons up and down, again and again. The old man twisted his tongue at her, trying to inch his head through the bars and get some more of that brown pussy. She looked at him in shock as if she had not expected to be so moved by such an old man. The cage was hoisted up into the air again, leaving the old man alone in front of the room. He sighed regretfully and retreated to his chair to the frenzied applause of his new admirers. The auction continued.
The girl's asshole was next, and although only a few men bid, it was obvious that all of them wanted a piece of the action. The highest bid was one hundred dollars. It was given by a very sedate looking business man.
He was middle-aged, near bald, a spreading waistline bounced as he ran eagerly up the aisle toward his prize. He stood in the same spot as the old man had and straightened his tie as he waited.
The shaken girl squirmed her black ass against the bars of the cage. The man reached out and grabbed her by the thighs before sinking his teeth deeply into her chocolate buttocks. The girl writhed in agony, but could not free herself. Luckily, the man soon calmed down. He began to lick the golden candy from off her body and then turned his attention to her sweet asshole. As he licked away, he pulled his swollen pecker from his pants and began to masturbate furiously. As he felt himself coming he stepped back from the cage and shot his wad up into the air. The come spattered over the girl's now naked ass and dripped to the floor. Six spurts later the man collapsed to his knees, exhausted from his few minutes of frenzied and perverted sex. He got to his feet and stumbled back to his seat, but his performance drew nothing like the tremendous round of applause that Mr. McCurdy's had, and the black girl in the cage seemed to have recovered her composure.
"How much do I hear for a taste of tit?" the older woman called. "Luscious chocolate nipples, imported directly from the city and untouched by human lips," the woman continued, but still there was no response.
Kay and Donna looked up from their own activity to watch the proceedings on the stage, attracted by the pleading tone in the woman's voice.
"What? You mean no one wants to taste these gorgeous boobs?" the woman cried indignantly. "For only three dollars you can suck them to their hearts content, do I hear three dollars?"
Kay j giggled and held up her hand. The two girls sat enveloped in the darkness of their booth, and only Kay's arm was able to be discerned projecting from the darkness into the soft light reflected from the front of the room. Donna was shocked. What if someone saw them here? She tried to pull her friend's arm down, but it was already too late.
"Sold," the woman cried as soon as she saw the hand go up. She wanted to sell the first tit cheaply to jack up the bidding for the second one. Kay was shocked. She had never expected to actually win the bidding, she had just wanted to get things started. Not knowing what else to do, she slowly got to her feet and made her way to the stage area. A hushed shock went up from the audience as they saw this gorgeous young girl make her way to the cage to collect her goodies. Kay's breasts were pushed halfway back into her bra, but half of her nipples still peeked over the top of the cups for the audience's perusal.
As she walked toward the stage she felt a hot flush spread all over her body from between her legs. She couldn't believe she was actually going through with it, and for some strange reason she felt totally unconcerned about the consequences of her daring act. Who, after all, would throw the first stone? All of the men in this room were just as involved in the action as she was, and most of them had wives, families, and jobs to worry about losing. She on the other hand had nothing to lose. The realization flooded her with relief.
She felt totally liberated in a way that no feminist could ever equal!
Advancing to the spot in front of the cage that old Mr. McCurdy and the middle-aged business man had occupied, she put her hands on her hips and waited, intoxicated with exhilaration. Even the two women on the stage were a little shocked. Digging into her back pocket Kay extracted three one dollar bills and threw them at the black girl waiting for the cage to lower. She noticed that the music had stopped and began to feel a surge of impatience as she realized that the cage might not be lowered at all.
But then slowly the silver bars began to descend. Kay licked her lips in anticipation of those sweet chocolate tits. The girl remained in the back of the cage though, safely out of Kay's reach. The young girl advanced to the bars and stared at the suddenly reticent black girl. She was even more beautiful than she had looked from a distance. Her flesh was smooth and creamy; her pure perfect; her body was covered with flowing perspiration, and her thighs were covered with a thick layer of her own come juice. Kay reached through the bars to get at that delicious body, but the girl remained out of her reach for the moment.
The woman in the next cage stared at the young girl in front of the her partners cage. Her eyes blazed with jealousy as she saw what a prize this young vixen was herself. She pulled a long leather whip down from the ceiling of her box and slashed savagely at the black girl, goading her into action.
"What are you waiting for? She paid her money just like the rest of them, didn't she? What's the matter? Isn't a girl's tongue good enough for you, you fucking bitch!"
The woman's screams were punctuated by the crack of her whip as it bit into the helpless black girl's skin.
Driven by the whip, she resentfully advanced into Kay's clutches. The audience remained silent, and except for the Coach and old Mr. McCurdy, thought that they were witnessing part of a prearranged show.
The black girl got down on her knees to allow Kay to reach her mouth up to those mouth-watering mounds of chocolate that she had bought. Kay reached behind the girl's back and slowly pressed the girl against the bars. She licked the left nipple as it thrust against the thin layer of sweet tissue candy that confined it, and felt the material dissolve on her tongue. The taste of the stuff really turned her on. She was sure that it was some kind of a really powerful aphrodisiac, because the more she ate of it the hotter she got. Of course, it might have been the taste of those succulent tawny nipples that turned her on too. They were certainly a delicious taste treat on their own. And big enough to fill any mouth, especially the little mouth of young Kay.
Kay ecstatically turned from one delicious nipple to the other, and before she could sink her teeth into the erect mound of nipple under the sweet fabric that covered it, she felt the agonizing crack of the whip as it slashed against her back. She winced in pain and almost fell to the floor. Only by hanging on to the black girl's huge, firm breasts was she able to keep herself from collapsing in pain.
The negress stayed pressed up against the bars of her cage anxious to get another tongue lashing from this homy white chick. Kay felt the tears well up in her eyes and heard the sounds of derisive laughter swelling up from the male audience.
"Musn't get greedy, honey," the woman with the whip told Kay with a smirk on her face. "You only paid for one tit, you know. If you want the other one you're gonna have to shell out for that one too."
Kay returned to the other nipple, hoping to lose her pain by sucking herself into a state of forgetfulness and before she could press her eager young lips into that big brown nipple, she felt another crack and collapsed to the floor. The men laughed themselves silly over what they thought was one of the best produced burlesque acts they had ever seen. Only Donna, the Coach, and his assistant realized that this was no act.
"Time's up, honey. What the hell do you expect for three dollars anyway?"
Kay tried to pick herself up and crawl back to her seat, but the pain across her entire back was too much.
She lay on the floor of the club groaning in agony, her night of pleasure suddenly turned into a night of pain.
Donna finally jumped out of her dark, safe corner and ran to help her friend. She pulled Kay out of reach of the dangerous whip and tried to carry her from the room. Together they stumbled down the center aisle as the men on both sides of them grabbed at their young tender bodies. Donna never thought they'd make it alive! She felt her blouse being ripped away from her back, and struggled onward. Someone tore wildly at her bra, and it gave way with a sudden snap. Her huge breasts swelled out, much to the crowd's approval.
For some reason they kept their hands off of Kay's now almost unconscious body. Some marvelled at the realistic effect of blood welling up from the two gashes on her back. They thought it was a very well done trick accomplished by a skillful make-up artist.
Donna was wearing only her skirt by the time she made it to the bar-room proper. She burst through the room on her way to the elevator and felt the eyes of the customers on her naked, bobbing tits. She blushed with shame and humiliation and half pushed, half carried her helpless friend out into the corridor.
Luckily, the elevator was open and waiting for them. They jumped in and the doors closed behind them.
Hopefully, they would be able to make it to their room without seeing anybody! The corridor on their floor was deserted and they made it without trouble.
Kay was awake and groaning with pain when they entered the room. Donna placed her gently on the bed and retreated to the bathroom to find something to soothe and bandage her gashed flesh. She returned and carefully removed the torn clothes from Kay's back. The gashes were long and looked very menacing, but were not deep at all. With any luck at all they would heal without leaving a scar. Donna wondered to herself how Kay would explain the gashes to her family. She soothed her friend's battered ego and kissed her off to sleep.
CHAPTER FIVE
When Kay awoke the next morning her back felt much better. It was the shock and not the actual pain itself that had afflicted her on the night before. She examined her back in the bathroom mirror and found that the gashes were completely healed. She washed away the thin layer of caked blood with warm soapy water and took a shower.
The warm water felt great against her burning back. She wondered what had happened to Donna when she heard the bathroom door open and someone step inside.
"Donn? Is that you?" she called out almost certain that it was.
But there was no response.
Kay thought to herself that her friend was taking off her clothes prior to joining her in the shower and continued washing herself. She was shocked when Roger opened the door of the stall and stepped in.
"Roger! What're you doing here?"
"Hi, Kay. Mind if I join you?" the boy asked her sheepishly.
"But, what about Donna? She'll be furious if she catches you here! You better get out, Roger, now!"
But Roger stood his ground. He had had his eye on Kay for a long time. He entered the room hoping to find Donna. When he heard the shower, he stepped into the bathroom hoping to surprise his beautiful girlfriend.
He was surprised and more than a little excited to find that he had surprised the wrong girl. But what the hell.
Roger pushed his way into the shower and shut the door behind him. He knew that Kay fucked. She had to, the way she flashed her twat around when she was cheering the team. Further, he was more than a little jealous of his old girl friend, Donna. She had really been aloof on this trip and he suspected that she was beginning to discover other sources of lustful pleasure beside himself. Well, two could play at that game.
Kay slapped Roger across the face. She had no intention of being raped this morning. Not after last night's humiliation. Roger easily caught and stopped her blow. He twisted her arm a little to show her who was boss and pressed his body against hers. She squirmed when she felt his erect cock pressing into her tummy. It slid across her smooth and soapy belly, thrusting almost up to her tits. Roger reached his mouth down and pressed his lips against hers. She bit him.
Infuriated, Roger reached back to smash the girl in the face, but stopped himself when he saw the look of fear on the girl's face. He had no intention of hurting the girl. He only wanted to get laid.
Roger felt . tears of frustration and self-disgust pooling in his eyes. He let go of Kay's arm and quickly stepped out of the shower. Kay leaned back against the wall not knowing what to think. She was overjoyed at being able to beat off his attack so easily, but she had to admit that she had been a little turned on, struggling with the muscular and very handsome young man.
Suddenly the shower door flew open again and Roger re-entered the stall. He had a cord from Kay's bathrobe in his hands and a soft smile on his face.
"Look, Kay, I really don't want to hurt you. It's just that, well you really turn me on. You've got such a great body."
He ran one of his hands over her dripping tits, feeling the stiff nipples grow even stiffer under his touch. Kay stood panting against the wall of the shower. Her breasts heaved up and down under Roger's hot hand. She stared into his eyes wondering what he was going to do.
The boy took her hands and slipped the bathrobe cord around them. He had already tied the belt into a loop, so it fit snugly around her wrists. He reached up to tie the other end of the cord to the shower nozzle. He tied it good and tight so Kay was unable to squirm away from him. She watched the action panting heavily in fear and desire. When he had finished he stood back to survey his work. Kay struggled against the bond trying to see just how securely she was tied. There was no way she was going to get out of it! She wondered why she had allowed herself to get in this predicament. After all, how well did she know Roger? What if he decided to rough her up.
Roger stared at the girl tied up tightly in front of him. He reached for her puckered red nipple and twisted it.
She lunged at him with her feet almost knocking him over. The boy lost his head for a second and slapped her furiously across the same tit that he had just caressed. The palm of his hand landed with a resounding splat against the mound of solid flesh. Kay groaned in pain. Roger reached back and slapped the other tit, although not as powerfully as he did the first one.
Kay tried to retreat further into her corner away from the boy's blows, but found herself unable to. She winced in expectation as she saw the second blow approach her tender young breast and was surprised when it landed softly against her flesh.
"You see, Kay, I don't want to hurt you," Roger whispered softly as he left his hand on her pliant breast. "I only want to play with you. If you're nice to me, we can really have a lot of fun."
Kay struggled against her bond as he leaned down to lick her tit. After sucking for a few minutes, Roger felt Kay's struggling grow more frantic. He realized that she was getting off on the sensation of being helpless before the onslaught of a dominant male and decided to give her some more of what she wanted. Grasping one of her tits in his left hand he slapped the tip of it firmly with his right hand.
Kay winced and groaned in pain.
"Oh, no, please Roger. Don't hurt me. I'll do anything you want if you don't hurt me!"
"You're gonna do anything I want whether I hurt you or not, bitch!"
Roger slapped her across her tit again and the helpless girl squirmed in agony. He kept his hand on the breast and twisted the nipple harshly. The girl screamed in pain.
"Owww! Stop it, you're hurting me! Owww!!"
Her eyes were squeezed, and her face contorted. It was impossible to tell whether she was groaning with pain or pleasure. Roger decided to give her a taste of both. He reached down with one hand and began to lather her cunt with soap. He plunged a soapy finger into her tight cunt to loosen her up a bit. Then grabbing her by the ass he tried to thrust himself into her. She twisted herself out of his way and his cock banged into her thighs.
Roger leaned back and twisted both of her breasts.
Kay winced in pain.
"That wasn't very nice, Kay. I wouldn't recommend doing it again."
"Oww, stop it, stop it, no, you're hurting me! Owwwww!"
After a few more twists Roger tried again. Her cunt was twisted at a weird angle, but his cock rammed its way home. Kay groaned with pure pleasure as she felt his soapy cock ramming into her. He lifted her hips up to meet his and looked down at the sight of her red, juicy cunt lips swallowing his swelling manhood as he thrust into her.
"You like that, don't you, bitch? You like to get your little twat fucked, don't you, Kay?"
"Oh,' Roger, you're so big! Oh, you're hurting me! Oh, fuck me up good, Roger! Oh, fuck me!!"
Roger continued to pump into her. He ran his hands all over her helpless body. He reached down with his right hand as Kay wrapped her legs around his ass to help him get more of his throbbing erection into her.
He played with the bump of her clit until the girl shivered into a violent orgasm.
Then he slid his fingers into her juicy cunt along with his own pumping tool. He pulled his fingers out and pushed them toward the young girl's mouth. Eagerly, she licked his fingers clean.
"I'll bet you'd like to taste the real thing, wouldn't you Kay? Isn't that what you're longing for?"
Kay licked her lips and rolled her eyes as an answer. Taking the hint Roger extracted his cock from her cunt with a plop! He untied the bathrobe cord from the nozzle of the shower, pushed the helpless teen-ager to her knees in front of him, and retied her bond to the hot water control, half-way down the shower wall.
"Now you'll taste the real thing," Roger growled and thrust his huge aching cock toward the girl's mouth.
Much to his surprise, she sucked the tip of his prick into her lips and moaned when she tasted the mixture of cock and cunt that covered the whole thing. She ran her mouth over the penis, taking more and more of it into her. Roger felt his knees begin to shake again, just as they did when Donna was blowing him in his shower. Kay continued to smother his manhood with her wet slimy lips, lashing him furiously with her tongue. Roger groaned as he felt the beginning of a tremendous ejaculation making its way up his shaft from the balls below.
He thrust himself Into Kay's mouth and spurted the first load of cock juice into her thirsty lips. He gritted his teeth and grunted in deep, deep pleasure as he pumped gallons of sperm into the girl's mouth.
"RRghhhhh ! You fuckin' rrrggghhhhhh!!!!!!"
When it was over he untied Kay and sheepishly soothed her rope burned wrists. He helped her to her feet and began to soap up her body. Kay was dazed. She tasted the fresh sperm in her mouth and stared fondly at Roger. He avoided her glance, apparently ashamed at the passions that she had squeezed out of him.
Finally, Kay giggled mischievously.
"That was fun, Roger! Is that the way you and Donna do it all the time?"
"Nah, I've never done it that way before. I don't know what made me... "
"Wait until I tell Donna! She'll be green with envy!"
"Whaa! You can't tell that to Donna! She'll never speak to me again!"
"You mean you still care about what Donna thinks? I thought you said that I had a great body?"
Kay was a little jealous, but she acted a lot more than she was. She really had no intention of taking Roger away from Donna, but she wanted to throw the fear of God into Roger for taking advantage of her. Besides, she thought to herself, Donna probably couldn't care less.
"Well, I meant it! But that doesn't mean... "
"I mean... uh... "
"Oh forget it Roger. Just don't come worming around here the next time you want to get your rocks off. The next time you can go to Donna. IF you can find her."
Kay smiled and kissed Roger on the mouth with her sperm soaked lips. She thought that he might be a little grossed out and was surprised when he began to return it. She reached down to his cock and felt it springing back to life. But Roger pulled away abruptly.
"Uh, uh," he said simply, "gotta play tonight."
He sprang out of the shower and got dressed in a hurry. Kay knew that he was probably scared that Donna would walk in and find them, but she just couldn't be jealous of her friend.
After finishing her shower, Kay donned a pair of sunglasses and headed downstairs for breakfast. Despite her self assurance of the night before, she felt a little embarrassed in the morning light and didn't want anyone that had been in the audience last night to recognize her. She wondered how the Coach and old Mr.
McCurdy would handle the situation. They really couldn't admit that they were in the audience themselves, at least not publicly anyway, so there would be no problem on that end of it.
The dining room was still crowded. Kay saw the cheerleaders, including Donna, sitting by themselves at a separate table. She walked over and sat down.
Kay sighed and ordered her lunch.
"Oh, Donna," she said cattily, "Roger was up in our room looking for you before."
"What was he doing in our room? Did he wake you up?"
"Oh no, he didn't bother me at all."
The girls finished their lunch and retired to their rooms to rest for the night's game. As soon as they closed the door behind them Donna turned to Kay.
"What were you talking about before? What was Roger doing up here?"
"Oh don't be mad, Donna. I just couldn't resist making you curious. You know Roger really likes you. You must be making him really happy."
Donna looked at her friend with a glimmer of suspicion and annoyance. She knew that Kay was hinting around about something, but couldn't tell what. It couldn't have had anything to do with Roger, she thought to herself. He'd probably jump out of his skin with fright if Kay so much as made a pass at him. But then again, you just couldn't tell about these things. Perhaps Roger acted a certain role with herself, and was a regular macho-madman with other girls.- She had seen things like that happen before and was not going to rule out the possibility. As she thought, Donna neglected her suddenly unappealing meal.
After beating around the bush, Kay finally told her friend all about the fuck in the shower. Donna was shocked by Roger's aggressive and inventive behavior. He had always been so shy and docile with her. She hoped that he would save some of his macho masculinity for their next fuck session.' The girls lounged about the room, and after supper they made their way to the sport's arena. Central High played in the first game and from the way they played, Kay was glad that Roger had saved his energy for the game. Once again they just narrowly escaped disaster at the hands of a team that was decidedly inferior to their own. The Coach was furious throughout the game. He had been willing to forgive one night of inferior ball playing, but two bad nights in a row was more than he could take. If the team lost the tournament he knew that he would be out of a job.
Kerrow's team had the night off, and as Donna did her leaps and splits she felt his eyes boring into her from the audience. He stared at her throughout the game, trying his best to act totally unconcerned about the events on the court. Donna and Kay talked about it during halftime.
"He thinks he's hot shit!" said Kay when Donna told her of James Kerrow's presence. "He's just trying to make everybody think that he doesn't care who wins the game. You know that he hopes that the other guys win."
"Yeah, that way he won't have to play against us in the final. Wouldn't he just love that. I can't wait to see the expression on his face, when he loses the final game to Central High."
After the game, Kerrow followed the despondent, but victorious team back to the Hotel. Both girls were glad to have the reassuring company of their team and the coaches. They felt the presence of the self-assured young man, and he seemed to make the coolness of the night even colder.
The girls stayed in their room that night, caught up in the gloomy mood of the team after their poor showing.
They were both tired and tried to fall right off to sleep, but were startled awake by the insistent ringing of their phone.
"It was old man McCurdy," Kay said after putting the phone back on the receiver, "he wants to know if he can come up and talk to us."
"Well, what did you tell him?" her friend replied immediately.
"I don't know. I forget."
As if to answer her doubts there was a steady but soft knocking at their door. Donna jumped up to answer it, and Mr. McCurdy slithered into their dark room. He closed the door behind him and then switched on the light flooding the room with light and causing the two girls to cover their still sleepy eyes.
"How-de-do," the assistant coach said to both of them, "I brought you something to cheer you up."
He held a paper bag out in front of him and from the clanking of the bottles inside the girls had a strong hunch what was inside. But as he held the bag out, he also thrust his tongue out from his mouth. He smiled lasciviously, and both girls giggled as they thought about the previous night in the bar.
There were three bottles inside of the bag. A quart Of rye, and two bottles of sweet lemon and lime soda were picked out one after another by the energetic old man.
"I know you kids go for the sweet stuff. All we need is some ice, and that's free. We're gonna have ourselves quite a party. Yes indeed."
Mr. McCurdy had picked up the phone and began to dial room service before Kay stopped him. He looked at her with a hurt expression as if he expected to be sent from the room immediately. But Kay was already on the phone to them.
"You can't order the ice yourself, Mr. McCurdy. Then they'll know you're in here and you'll get in trouble. Let me order it."
The old man relaxed as he saw that he wasn't going to be tossed out on his ear as he half suspected he would. He was glad he had been able to give a sample demonstration of his linguistic ability on the previous night.
"Just call me Teddy," he said confidentially as he made himself comfortable on the bed, "just call me Teddy."
The two girls giggled until the ice came. They hid the old man in the bathroom while they grabbed the ice.
When he came back into the room, the old geyser was wearing Kay's bathrobe, and nothing else. His legs were bony and hairy underneath the hem of the silken robe, but both girls tried not to laugh. They didn't want to offend their talented guest.
He poured out the first round of drinks and the three of them poured them down quickly. The second drink was a little stronger, and so was the third. By the time they had finished the fourth, the .two girls felt distinctly light headed and tingly all over. Kay lay sprawled on the bed; her nightgown pulled three-quarters of the way up her luscious thighs. Donna pressed herself against the old man and snuggled into him. It was time to put the old man to the test.
Mr. McCurdy pushed Donna gently until she was stretched out next to her friend. He picked up their nightgowns and pulled them back over their faces. Both girls were laughing uncontrollably, but the old man was implacable.
"Don't like to be disturbed when I'm workin'," he said simply. With his strong tongue he began to lick the bottom of Donna's feet. She thought she'd explode with laughter, but he held her steady and she couldn't move. Soon, the old man worked his tongue over the top of her toes and began the long climb up her delightful legs. Donna's chortles changed to moans as she felt the long tongue lapping up her legs. He lingered outside of her snatch long enough to get a deep whiff of her flowing juices, and then in he plunged!
Donna couldn't believe it! It felt just like a cock! A cock that wriggled in and out of her with a mind of its own.
She cried out with pleasure and grinded her hips down against his slimy old tongue. His lips, meanwhile, were slurping on the outside of her cunt lips, lifting them against his mouth with the sheer force of suction alone. Within seconds, and without even thinking about it, Donna was coming in long, steady spurts.
"Unghhh! Uunnghhh! Uunnggghhhhhhh!"
She wrapped her powerful young legs around his head and squeezed his tongue with the pulsating walls of her vagina. When her cries died out, Mr. McCurdy moved on.
Kay was drowsy from the liquor and the late hour. She heard her friend being driven into ecstasy and knew that her turn would be coming up next, but she wasn't in any hurry. She drowsed off and didn't awake until she was past the point of no return. She forgot where she was, or who was doing it to her, and simply came in wave after wave of pleasure. She felt adrift in space and was aware only of the incredible orgasm that was racking her whole body.
As the orgasm faded she realized where she was. She stretched luxuriously , as she felt the old man withdraw his huge tongue from her hole and retreat to the original pussy.
Mr. McCurdy was in seventh heaven. Never in his long and eventful career did he ever meet two more willing or sweeter partners. He knew that he could suck on their twats all night long if he wanted to, and that's just what he felt like doing. He loved the feel of their dreamy bodies, and the taste of their young cunts as he burrowed inside of them. He was so occupied with his fun that he didn't realize that he had sprung a boner! It was the first time in years that he had ever been that excited. Ecstatic , he jumped to his knees and began to thrust his wrinkled old pecker into Donna's slimy cunt.
She awoke with a start when she felt him enter her. She knew that this was the real thing. He humped away at her while she squirmed underneath him. Wildly, she tried to pull the nightgown from off of her face, but he kept her pinned. His cock throbbed with a life that surprised both of them. Kay looked up to see what the commotion was on the other side of the bed and was shocked to see the old codger thrusting his swollen prick in and out of her friend's twat. Kay's eyes grew wider and wider when she saw just how much of the old man was pounding into Donna's luscious pussy lips. She didn't believe that the old guy had it in him!
Kay clawed at the old man's groin trying to extract him from her friend and get some of him into her own suddenly aching cunt.
"Ummmhhh, save some for me, you pig! You always have all the fun!"
But Donna was in no position to reply. She found it difficult to teach her breath with the man pumping his huge organ in and out of her and the nightgown covering her mouth in folds. She heard Kay squealing, but didn't know what she was talking about.
Mr. McCurdy was riding high. He felt Kay scratching and grabbing at his majestic erection and wanted to satisfy both girls at once, but didn't know how he could do it.
Kay leaned all the way over so that her naked and pink asshole was waving in the air for Mr. McCurdy's perusal. He reached over to finger her hand then bolted for browner pastures. He hawked and spit a huge mouthful of saliva onto her fanny, working it all into the girl's ass. Then he spit into his hand and covered his throbbing tool with spit. He pulled his hips back to gain momentum, and then with one sudden thrust he plunged into the girl's ass.
She trembled violently as she felt him enter. He was too big to be believed. But as he began to give it to her she felt the pain turn into incredible waves of pleasure. He porked her up the ass again and again, as she squealed like a pig underneath him. Donna crawled over to the humping couple and forcibly pulled the old man's cock from her friend's sticky asshole.
She lunged forward and impaled herself on his joy-stick, screaming with delight as she felt him bury himself inside of her molten hot cunt. Kay pushed the both of them onto the floor and waved her ass invitingly at the old man's enraged pecker.. This time, however, he decided to go for the real thing. Instead of going for her ass he exploded into her cunt and fucked her doggy style. He grabbed onto her ass with both hands and pulled her by the flesh onto his red hot cock.
Conceding defeat, Donna tried to make the best of the situation. She burrowed under the fucking twosome and licked wildly at the sacred cock as it thrust in and out of her friend's gorgeous twat. She tasted the old man's seldom used cock as well as Kay's delicious pussy juices as the organs fucked over her head.
Hanging between the old man's spindly legs, she hung upside down underneath the two as they humped away. Donna saw the old man's balls begin to rumble threateningly and knew that an orgasm was imminent.
She sucked at the edges of Kay's bloated cunt lips waiting to catch the drippings of what promised to be a great come.
Far above her she heard the two both approaching a climax. Kay's cries were steady and short, they sounded above the voice of the bellowing man because of the higher pitch.
The old man just screamed as he pumped his decade old supply of sperm into the girl's cunt.
"Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!!"
Donna's eyes bulged out of her head as she saw the man's already swollen cock almost burst as it pumped load after load of semen into her friend's soon dripping snatch. A steady stream of come escaped from the cunt and flowed in rivers down the sides of her thighs. Donna sucked it all up. She licked the still thrusting cock as it was pulled in and out of the cunt. Finally, after the man was finished she pulled him out of his warm burrow and licked him dry. The cock shrunk fast in her hands, but she did her best to cleanse him thoroughly.
After it was all over, the three of them stayed on the floor in a heap. It was almost three o'clock and Kay realized that the old man would have to think about returning to his room. She hated to suggest it to him; he looked so peaceful laying there spent on the carpet, but she didn't want to get him into trouble either. It took some doing to get the old man up and out, but finally they were able to push him out of the room. Just before they turned in again, Kay looked out into the corridor on a hunch. Sure enough, there was Mr. McCurdy laying in a heap in the middle of the corridor. They would have to bring him back to his room by themselves.
It was easy pushing him into the elevator, but once they got to his floor, they found it harder and harder to drag the man to his room. As they carried him along, he seemed to get heavier and heavier. Finally, they reached his room. Kay held the elevator while Donna propped the old man up against the door. They knew that Coach Brannan shared the room with his assistant and saw no reason why he should be told about the old goat's excesses. So Donna leaned the old man's exhausted body up against the door and rang the bell Then she ran like hell down the corridor and jumped into the waiting elevator.
Just as the door closed on them, the girls heard the Coach bellow as he opened the door and old Mr.
McCurdy fell on top of him. He must have thought that he was being attacked or something. The girls laughed all the way up to their room. The Assistant Coach would probably be stiffly reprimanded by his boss for his indecent behavior, but it was better than leaving him to spend the night in the middle of the Hotel corridor. Besides, it had been fun trying to dispose of the old man's body. Just like trick or treating.
The next morning at breakfast, Mr. McCurdy was noticeably absent. The team remained in their somber mood throughout the day. They regretted the fact that that day was an off-day, because they wanted to prove to the Coach that they would not repeat last night's near disaster. As soon as breakfast was over, Coach Brannan told the cheerleaders in no uncertain terms to leave the room, and proceeded, to browbeat his despondent troops into a frenzy. By the time he was finished the boys were hopping in their seats, and bolted out of the dining room to practice feverishly for the next game which was three nights away. If they won that one, they would advance to the finals despite their so far uninspired playing. Things did not look so bad after all.
The girls had nothing to do for the rest of the day and decided to take in a movie. They walked to the center of the town, arguing all the way about which show they would attend. Kay and Donna wanted to take in a skin flick. They had never seen one before, and now would be the perfect opportunity to see one. But of course they couldn't let their companions know what they intended to do. Instead they waited to see which movie all the girls wanted to see and then announced that they were going to see another, tactfully omitting the name of the film.
They claimed that they had already seen the picture that their friends wanted to see, although the world premier had been only three days ago. When they got to the city, Donna and Kay walked their fellow cheerleaders to their chosen theater and said goodbye to them at the door. They wanted to make sure that their escapade did not get back to their parents!
After getting rid of Emmy, Lorri, and Melba, the two friends made their way to the local Porn-House. They were delighted to find out that there was a spectacular double-bill planned for that very afternoon. They had already missed the first one, "Squeeze My Libido," but were just in time for the beginning of the second movie, "Locker Room Girls."
The girls stopped to buy some popcorn, hot and buttered, of course, and selected two of the most deserted and darkest seats in an already dark and deserted theater, and waited for the film to start. The credits were just coming on to the screen when the girls heard voices tittering in the row behind them. Both Kay and Donna wheeled around to see what the commotion was and almost pissed in their pants. It was their three cheerleader friends.
"Oh no, what are you doing here?" Donna cried.
"Yeah, we thought we got rid of you already."
Both Donna and Kay expected the three girls to demand that they leave the theater immediately, but much to their surprise Emmy giggled and put her finger over her lips.
"Ssshhhh! We're missing the beginning of the movie!"
"Yeah! Pipe down, wouldja. We wanna see who gets fucked first!"
The two friends were delighted to find that their friends were not as straight-laced as they thought.
They couldn't admit that they were in the audience themselves, at least not publicly anyway, so there would be no problem on that end of it.
CHAPTER SIX
The five cheerleaders sat in the dark movie-theater and avidly watched the action on the screen in front of them. The movie had no story line, and hardly any care was taken to develop characterizations. Instead, the film turned out to be a constant parade of male and female sexual organs. But in this respect the movie was so explicit that it shocked even Donna and Kay. For the first half hour, the girls sat in a shocked silence; they were practically alone in the cavernous movie house, row after row of empty seats stretched in front was so warm and lovely outside, that it kept many of the usual patrons of the theater away. The only sound discernible in the darkened theater was the frenzied groans coming from the screen, and an occasional gulp of surprise coming from one of the girls.
There was one scene that Donna found especially erotic. The producer of the movie seemed to have captured one of her private fantasies and portrayed it on the screen. She blushed with fright when she saw it happening, hoping that none of her friends would suspect how much it excited her.
The scene showed a very muscular black man working in a garden. It was not clear at first whether it was his own, but as the action progressed it became obvious that the black man was a hired hand working for a very well-developed white house-wife. She was very nervous around the man and delivered her orders in a quavering, fearful voice. The black man didn't answer her, but stared resolutely into her eyes when she spoke to him, causing the woman to blush and retreat hastily to her kitchen. The man continued to work and soon was sweating profusely. Walking to the kitchen door, obviously to ask for a drink of water, he stared inside. The camera then zoomed in to the housewife who was in the process of changing a light bulb. She stood on her tiptoes on a stepladder, and as she reached upward, she pulled the hem of her housedress further and further up the back of her thighs. The camera played across her pure white thighs and came in even closer than before to give a close up of her pink silken panties covering a hefty and jiggling ass.
The man remained where he was for a while enjoying the view, and then coughed. The woman wheeled around and when she saw the sweaty and very masculine man, she looked more frightened than ever. But there was also a trace of something else in her expression this time. Donna realized right away what the woman felt as she stared at the man at her kitchen door.
Finally, she let the black man inside. He asked for and got a glass of water and as he was drinking it, the woman let her brown hair down from the bun on the back of her head. It flowed down over her shoulders, and Donna realized that the woman was a lot younger than she had first appeared. The man stared at her intently as he drank his water, and the woman was aware of his attention.
Mrs. Baker-that's how the negro addressed her, began to unbutton the top few buttons of her blouse, and the man stared openly at the beginning of her crevice. When he asked for another glass of water, she found an excuse to bend down in front of him. She told him that she'd get him a bigger glass, but it was obvious that she was merely trying to wave her heart shaped ass in his face. The white woman advanced to the black man and as he took the glass from her hands, a few drops spilled on the woman's white, and by now heaving, crevice. He reached down and brushed the drops from off the inside of her breasts while she stared intently into his face.
She saw the beginnings of a tattoo on his chest, underneath his half open work shirt, and began to gently trace it with her fingertips. Donna couldn't believe how hot she was getting just watching this movie! She loved the sight of the man's coal black fingertips on the woman's pink and white flesh. She felt a shiver go down her spine as she put herself in the woman's place and imagined what it must be like to be able to run her hands through the kinky hair of the man's broad and hard chest. She had to relieve herself; the itching in her groin was driving her bananas!
The movie theater was absolutely quiet, though, and the few times Donna tried to rock her now moistened crotch against the rough seat, a loud squeaking noise could be clearly heard. She thought of excusing herself and going to the Ladies' Room where she could masturbate in peace, but she did not want to miss a minute of this great scene! Luckily, she was wearing a skirt, and even more luckily, she was not wearing panties. She reached one of her pink, little hands down to her lap and waited for a moment or two before searching out her clit. She was afraid her friends would hear her or even see her, and the thought of them knowing made her almost pale with embarrassment. She was supposed to be acting an adult. It was one thing to go to porn movies, it was quite another thing to play with herself in public!
As Donna secretly rubbed at her clit, she settled back to follow the events on the screen. The woman had her hands around the man's now bare back. She had already convinced him to take off his sweat stained shirt while he was relaxing, and the man had readily agreed. Now she ran her hands greedily over his muscular back and tried to make small talk. She asked him how he kept in such good shape. The man just smiled. Her large breasts were now pressing against his hairy chest. The woman giggled when she felt his wiry hair biting lightly into her half exposed bosom. She took her hands around from the silent man's back and stretched seductively in front of him.
"It's really hot in here," she said, "why don't you finish your break in the bedroom? We've got an air conditioner in there. You'll be more comfortable."
Without waiting for an answer the white woman swayed out of the kitchen. The man, and with him the camera, waited for a few seconds before following her out. He walked through the typical suburban house, looking strangely out of place in the plush furniture and elaborately decorated living room. The camera followed the black man up the stairs, focusing on the muscles on his naked back and chest; they rippled under his black flesh as he climbed the stairs. He walked confidently down the hall of the modem house and advanced toward the open door at the end of the corridor. He walked in and shut the door behind him.
The white woman was standing in front of the mirror on her dresser, combing her long brown hair. She smiled at the man as she saw him enter the room in her mirror. He walked over to her and put his large ebony hands on her delicate shoulder.
"Why don't you make yourself comfortable," he growled at her as he began to unbutton the rest of her dress.
The woman said nothing. Her eyes were half closed. Her breathing was getting heavier and heavier as the man unbuttoned button after button on her yellow house-coat. The flimsy dress fell away to the floor. The camera showed an angle shot of the woman's pure white body reflected in the mirror as the Negro hovered behind her. His black hands ran up and down the curves of her pink flesh, kneading the folds of her skin as the woman's huge breasts heaved up and down again and again.
With painstaking care and hesitation, the man reached his hands up to her breasts. His hands covered each one of her bra enclosed mounds of flesh and she groaned. From that moment on, they had reached the point of no return. The black man pulled the pink lace bra down and her large nipples made an appearance.
Donna, as she watched in the darkened movie theater, felt butterflies in her stomach when she saw the strong black fingers of the lowly gardener tweak the rosy nipples of the white woman to life. The young girl was beginning to lose track of her surroundings. She leaned down further in her dilapidated seat and spread her cute white thighs as wide as they could go. Her left thigh brushed against Kay's thigh, but neither girl withdrew themselves. Instead, they rubbed their thighs against one another, glad to find out that they were both turned on by the action on the screen.
Donna advanced her finger down the slit of her cunt, from her clit toward her hole. She wanted to feel something inside of herself even if it was only her own finger. As soon as she pressed her pinky into her flesh, she realized how hot she was. The smell of her flowing juices filled her nostrils with that musty odor of love. She knew immediately that now all of her friends would know just how excited she was, but she no longer cared. Neither did she care about the sounds she made as she fingered herself. First she stuck her pinky into her slimy cunt, then her index, and then her middle finger. But her fingers were tiny, and one alone would not do the job. Finally, she had fit her three middle fingers into her twat and she pushed them in and out of herself as fast as she could without letting the whole theater know that she was finger-fucking herself.
Sweat dripped from Donna's brow as she watched the screen, and plunged her hand up against her crotch, driving, three of her fingers as far into her pussy as she could. The black man had slowly take it off the white Woman's pink bra. He cupped her tits in his hands and jiggled them roughly up and down. The woman's eyes were three quarters closed; she had a glazed, almost intoxicated expression on her face as she peered at herself and the black man in the mirror. Her hands hung limply at her side, and except for the sexy pair of pink lace panties, she was completely naked.
The man leaned over, and kissed the woman's white neck. The camera closed in on his quivering red tongue as it slithered out of his mouth and darted across the woman's flesh. The camera was so close that the goose-bumps on the woman's flesh were plainly visible. The black man moved to her ear and ran his massive tongue around the outside of her ear, occasionally filling her whole oral cavity with the tip of his tongue. The woman seemed to be sagging in his arms; she seemed limp, drained, and completely passive to his every whim. The side of her face was flushed a deep red as passions ran through her body from the man's touch. She stared intently at his black hands manhandling her lilly white tits as if she couldn't believe that it was happening, and yet she did nothing to stop him.
The man covered her face with his tongue. He reached his head around the back of his and lapped his way across the side of her flushed face. She stood immobile and trembling, rubbing her back against his wiry chest hair and shivering with delight. The man's tongue poked at the corner of her thin red lips. She parted them slightly as if to groan, and the man pushed the tip of his tongue into her pink mouth. Suddenly the camera shot came from the frontal view.
The woman's mouth opened by just another crack to reveal her own pink tongue flashing about within her lips. She reached it out to lick the ridges of her now parched lips, and she shuddered when she met his own tongue now firmly implanted in the corner of her own mouth. She bent her head into his to get more of his tongue into her mouth as she wrapped her pink slab of writhing muscle around the red heavy tongue of the negro. In the corner of the picture it was possible to see the man's hands pressing into the woman's heavy, firm breasts.
Finally, the man tore himself away from the white girl. He walked over to the bed and stood beside it, waiting. The woman almost fell when he pulled away. Her knees were shaking with desire. She looked into the mirror and saw the reflection of the man waiting for her beside the bed. Slowly she turned and swayed over to the bed. She pulled off the covers before laying down and revealed red satin sheets underneath. The man chuckled as he saw them and continued to wait for the woman to climb into bed. For some reason the woman hesitated before climbing in. Donna fantasized that the woman was feeling a twinge of guilt as she thought about her husband or whoever it was that she had bought the satin sheets for. Finally, however, the woman slipped into bed.
The man also waited for a second and then climbed right on top of her. He still wore his dirt stained jeans, and as he pressed his dark body against the woman's, he stained her pink tingling flesh with the mud from her garden. The woman writhed underneath him, as he covered her mouth with his own and kissed her passionately. He pulled his head back to reveal their two tongues locked in an embrace. The woman had both arms locked around the man's powerful back, and she desperately pressed his naked chest to hers.
The man got to his knees after a while breaking her hold without any effort whatsoever. He kneeled over her and began to fumble with the dirty zipper on his jeans. The white woman looked up in awe, and also seemed a bit nervous about what was going to come out of that zipper. Donna too wondered if this man would be as well-hung as the Negroes of her fantasies.
The man, however, apparently though better of tipping his hand so easily. He stopped fumbling with his rusty zipper and crawled up over the woman's face. She reached up with her hands to feel the huge bulge in the crotch of his pants and her mouth widened in pleasure as she felt underneath it. She sat up a little and began to struggle with the zipper herself. She tugged for what seemed like minutes as Donna, Kay and their three friends waited breathlessly in the audience. The zipper came all the way down, but the man's cock was still pinned inside of his jeans. The woman desperately fumbled with the button at the waist of the man's pants and finally pulled it off in a frenzy. She pulled the man's jeans down to his knees and gasped in admiration at the size and beauty of his erection.
It was almost purple and it fell into her hands with a resounding plop. She stared up at it in awe. The camera took an overhead shot and the cock seemed easily as big and thick as the woman's whole head. It was even bigger than Donna had expected. As it waved on the screen, she could almost taste it entering her tiny red lips. But she felt the same wave of fear that she knew must be going through the woman underneath the huge cock as well. How would she fit that huge chocolate tube inside of her tight little pussy? Donna and the others waited to see what would happen.
The woman rubbed the cock with both of her hands. There were bits of caked dirt on the shaft of it, apparently more mud from the garden. The woman brushed them off, and began to kiss the tip of the purple and swollen prick. The man remained expressionless. Clearly he was used to a more spirited reaction when he unveiled his mighty weapon. The woman continued to kiss the cock lightly, but she was beginning to warm to her task. Donna groaned in envy when she saw the woman's tongue flit across the bottom of the huge shaft of black flesh. She tasted the pungent aroma of cock in her mouth for a second as her imagination got the better of her. Kay in the seat next to her was beginning to rock slowly back and forth; Donna could feel her bare thigh brushing back and forth against her own, and could smell her friend's love juices beginning to flow.
The black man allowed the white woman to worship his gorged manhood for a while before seeking his own enjoyment. He got to his feet slowly dragging the woman with him as she hung onto his massive tool.
When he got to his feet, he kicked his way out of his jeans and stood naked and proud before the homy housewife. He leaned down with his hands and ran them over her naked pink flesh, smiling as she gasped with anticipation of what was to come.
She arched her hips up at him, and he slapped them back down. She cringed before his powerful blow and waited patiently for him to do whatever he wanted. The man started to pull off her pink panties, then with a sudden yank, he ripped them off of her body. He held the tom panties in one hand and bent further down to take a deep whiff from the woman's cunt. Her pubic hair was light brown and fleecy like wisps of cotton, so he ran his hands through it. His tongue darted out of his mouth and the woman arched her hips to meet it.
The man burrowed his mammoth muscle into her vagina and she called out in what sounded like agony, but what Donna knew to be incredible pleasure.
"Oooohhhhhh!"
The man now climbed up on the bed in a kneeling position. He put his strong hairy hands under the woman's fleshy ass cheeks and pulled her toward his mouth. The woman was absolutely helpless in his arms. Her head hung backwards onto the bed; her arms were swung wildly over her head, and her groans got louder as the man plunged his tongue inside of her pussy.
When he had enough of her cunt, he released and she fell back to the mattress in a heap. The man clamped his hands onto her meaty thighs and spread her legs as far apart as they would go. The woman was pleading with him to fuck her. She reached for his cock, but he held it out of her grasping hands and prepared to shove himself into the white woman's pink, quivering pussy. Donna stopped as she waited tensely for the man to continue. She stared at his huge purple cock and couldn't believe that he would be able to fit himself into the tiny hole between the white woman's legs. But he did.
He practically threw himself onto the writhing body underneath him, but his waist was so slim that the camera was able to pick up an almost unobstructed view of the massive meatroll plunging into the lips of the white woman's cunt. She screamed as she felt it enter her and scratched wildly at his back. Her hands advanced to his black ass and she began to push her pink fingers into his ass as he humped her. The man grabbed her hands away from his asshole and held her pinned to the bed.
Donna imagined what it must feel like to be fucked by a Negro. She felt the man's kinky hair scraping against her own tender flesh; she felt his huge cock thrashing into her like a warm and meaty baseball bat; she felt his weighty tongue filling her mouth; with a hand pinning her helpless to the mattress; the silken sheets under her back, soft and voluptuous against her naked flesh.
An instant later, Donna climaxed.
She plunged her fingers in and out of herself and tried to control her instinctive impulse to cry and rock furiously against her hand. She stared at the screen as the black stud fucked the white suburban housewife unmercifully, and Donna came. It felt as though the orgasm would never end! She rubbed her tingling thigh against Kay's, and felt the girl shiver with delight as she too watched the forbidden pleasures on the screen.
Donna's whole body was quaking with lust as she shoved her fingers in and out of her cunt. It felt strange to the normally uninhibited girl to have to control herself at a time like this, but she did her best to do so.
% The black man pulled his cock out of the woman's cunt. It pulsed in the air as it wiggled up the girl's body.
Donna knew that he was headed for the woman's mouth and felt a groan escape from her lips as she thought of the taste sensation in store for the woman. The man's prick was already well lubricated from the woman's cunt. He rubbed it across her pillowy tits, and tapped the tip against the woman's pink half opened lips. He settled his huge cock deeper into the crevice between the woman's breasts and thrust toward her mouth. She seemed a little hesitant about taking his slimy, purple cock in her mouth, but the black man was insistent. She tried to take a little at a time, but he held her arms down and pumped his way into her mouth.
Her eyes widened as she felt the cock expand her lips and fill her mouth. He pulled it out and the woman squirmed.
"No," she said to him, "you're too big, you'll hurt me!"
But the black man plunged back into her mouth. Donna felt the warm sour taste of cock flood her memory bank and put herself in the helpless woman's place. She imagined herself squirming under the powerful thrusts of the man and pleaded with him not to come in her mouth between thrusts just as the woman in the picture did.
"Unnnhhh, stop, please! Unnnhhhh, no don't. I don't want you to, uunnnhhhh!"
The man was shaking visibly as he worked his way to a climax. The woman began to get into it at last. Her tongue flashed out of her mouth when he withdrew and licked the bouncing tip in front of her as if daring it to re-enter her aching jaw. The man pushed home with a frenzy, and Donna knew from the look of awe on the woman's cock-stuffed face that he had just exploded into a come.
The man's voice growled from deep within his furry chest as the semen spurted out of him. He pulled his cock out of the woman's gorged jaws for the benefit of the camera and spurted a jet of sperm in her mouth.
He plunged right back in and finished his orgasm inside of her mouth. The woman sucked as best she could but was unable to contain all the warm, milky liquid that flowed into her mouth. It flowed out the corners of her mouth and onto the flushed white skin of her neck. The man continued to thrust until he was finished, then he extracted himself from the woman's mouth and held his still near rigid tool in front of her face while she eagerly licked the last drops of cream from the tip of his cock.
Donna was exhausted by the time the scene was over and hoped that there would be more to the picture so that she would get a chance to recover before making her way back to the reality of the world outside the theater. But the episode signalled the end of the show, and the five girls, dazed and groggy from the events they had witnessed, stumbled to the blinding sunlight of the street.
They were quiet as they made their way through the downtown area. They decided to take the bus back to the hotel and were glad that they didn't have to wait that long at the stop. As they rode through the town, the girls whispered among themselves about the movie.
"I thought it was disgusting," giggled one of the girls.
"Yechh, I thought I was gonna get sick when that guy came in the girl's mouth," giggled another.
"I thought it was pretty good," Donna replied a little offended at hearing one of her favorite fantasies branded as disgusting.
Lorri turned toward Donna with a smirk, glad to have an opportunity to taunt the beautiful and self assured girl: "Would you let someone come in your mouth, Donna?"
The girls tittered hysterically.
"I wouldn't even let Tommy kiss me, let alone come on me," Donna fired back at the girl. Tommy was her boyfriend, and Lorri continually bragged about how smart he was. "But I'd let a real man do whatever he wanted to me."
Lorri's face burned in anger, but she didn't reply.
The rest of the day, and then the rest of the week passed quickly. The boys were busy practicing and playing, day and night. The girls also practiced and cheered their team on during their games, but had a lot more free time on their hands than the boys did.
Too much free time!
CHAPTER SEVEN
On the day before the final game between Central High and Warren High, a group of students from Central arrived at the hotel. Because of the long trip, the students had gotten permission to stay overnight for the big game. Donna and Kay; we re overjoyed to see new faces around, especially new male faces.
When the busload of students arrived at the hotel, the girls were all there to welcome them. Donna made sure she looked her best. She knew that Tony Atchinson, her old boyfriend and the star quarterback of the Central football team, would be there.
"I thought you girls would've been sick of guys by now. What with spending two whole weeks with the basketball team."
Donna knew that he was hinting around about Roger before he tried anything, but she wanted to keep him guessing so she changed the subject.
"D'you bring any grass with you?"
"Sure! You mean you didn't? What have you been doing for the past two weeks anyway?"
But Donna concentrated on the dope. She was dying for a good hit and was glad to have an attentive male playing court to her. It seemed that it was true. Once you let a guy go all the way, he seemed to lose respect for you. She had screwed around with four different men during the past week, and every one of them was more interested in basketball than her body. It was downright depressing.
As they smoked Tony did his isometrics. He pulled at his arms between pokes and pressed one part of his body against the other. Donna loved to watch him exercise, and he knew it. She loved the way his steel hard muscles rippled and flexed under his tight fitting clothes. He wore his hair long during the off-season, and it flew around his face as he began to move around the room like a caged animal.
Donna knew that he was homy, but she had no intention of fooling around with him until she was good and ready. As far as she was concerned that wouldn't be for quite some time yet.
Tony let Donna finish the joint herself, and she sucked it down greedily. She sat on the floor; her back pressed against the bed and watched Tony -stride around the room examining every nook and cranny.
"Whas the matter with you? Why don' you sit and relax."
As she stumbled over the words, Donna realized that she was really high. Tony stopped for a moment and began to laugh. Donna couldn't help but join in. She rolled onto her side and fought to control the laughter.
Finally, she sat up with a great deal of effort and put her hands to the side of her throbbing head.
"Wow," she cried out, "this stuff is really good! I'm fucked!"
Tony stopped giggling, and Donna winced at her Freudian slip. Just when she thought she had gained control of the situation too. She blushed furiously as Tony stumbled over to her.
"Hey, hey, where'd you learn to talk like that? You never talked like that when we were gong out together."
"Oh, shut up, Tony. It's just a phrase." Donna got up and tried to stomp into the bathroom, but she felt a sudden giddy rush of blood when she got to her feet and bent over again in laughter. This time Tony joined her. He walked over to her and pulled her helpless body over to the bed. She was laughing so hard that she couldn't stop! Tony began to unbutton her blouse, and she struggled to stop him. He pulled her blouse open and stuck a hand inside.
"Aha! I thought so. No bra, huh?"
Tony's voice sounded as thick as her own, but neither of them was laughing anymore. Donna lay on the bed panting for breath. His touch sent tingles through her body. She told herself it was only the grass, but allowed him to keep his hand where it was. After all, what difference did it make if she let him feel her up?
Soon Tony had both hands inside of her blouse, one on each mound of flesh. Donna had gotten her breath back, but her chest continued to heave up and down in excitement as she felt Tony's strong hands kneading her flesh. He pulled the blouse off completely, and his eyes bulged when he got a full look at her gorgeous titties.
"Wow, Donna! You've really gotten bigger since last year. The last time I saw your breasts they were only 32B's."
Donna gurgled with delight. She loved to be complimented about her superb physical attributes. There was more than a trace of pride in her voice when she responded.
"I'm a 36C now, Tony. Do you like them?" Tony didn't answer. Instead, he leaned his face down to her boobs and began to suck on one and then the other. Her nipples were standing straight on edge by the time he was finished but Donna didn't object. It felt good, and besides, what harm would it do if she let him suck on her tits?
Tony sucked on her tits contentedly for over a quarter of an hour. They were creamy to his taste. His tongue whipped around the swollen nipples and played with the circle of red flesh that surrounded them. As he sucked on one tit he played with the other with his free hand. Time and again, he thought Donna was ready for more, but time and again she stopped his hand before it reached the zipper of her pants. Tony felt his boner throbbing against his jeans and knew that if he wasn't able to relieve himself soon, he would have a bad case of blue-balls that night. He was about to try one more time to get at Kay's gorgeous snatch when there was a knock at the door.
He jumped up and tried to hunch over to make his erection less noticeable as he went to the door. Donna saw him going and hissed at him from the bed.
"Tony, wait a minute! I have to get dressed yet!"
Tony stood in front of the door as the knocking grew louder. Donna madly fumbled with her blouse and smoothed the rumpled bed covers. The knocking was getting louder and louder! It sounded like the door would splinter under the heavy blows.
"Hurry up, Donna! They'll knock the door down, if you don't hurry!"
Finally, Donna finished and Tony opened the door. It was the whole group of visiting students! They piled into the room winking confidentially to both Tony and Donna. Kay was apologetic, but explained that they had insisted. She didn't have to explain to Donna who was really a little relieved for the interruption. Her resolution to hold off Tony until the proper moment had almost failed. !
They spent the rest of the night under the watchful eye of their aged Math teacher. The cheerleaders found it hard to get used to constant supervision again after all the freedom they had enjoyed, but the presence of their friends made it easier to adjust to.
Saturday turned out to be a dark and forbidding day. The team ate their breakfast in a state of tension so thick that it could have been cut with a chainsaw. The cheerleaders soon were infected by the tense mood and passed it on to the visiting students.
While the team had their last team meeting of the year, everyone else congregated in the lobby of the hotel to discuss the coming game. They talked throughout the morning and left early in the afternoon for the arena, anxious to secure good seats.
The game seemed to take forever to start, but once it got started, the time seemed to slip away faster than ever. As expected James Kerrow didn't start. His team-mates pulled out to an early lead, and for the first half at least, seemed to be having an easy time of it.
The Central High team was nervous and missed a lot of easy baskets in the beginning of the game. They started to catch up as the first half drew to a close, but were still losing by ten at halftime.
The students were despondent. They thought that the team would win easily, but the cheerleaders and even the team itself seemed to be pleasantly surprised by the score. Kerrow started the second half as a precaution, but Central continued to narrow the margin. In the closing minutes of the game, the score see-sawed back and forth. Roger sunk a basket with only one minute left that put his team out in front by one point. The Warren team decided to go for one basket. They kept possession of the ball until there were only ten seconds left in the game and then went into what was obviously a set play. With three seconds left Kerrow charged toward the hoop with what would be the winning basket. He spun gracefully in the air and banked a shot off the backboard. The ball rolled around the rim three times before spinning out without going through the net. The buzzer sounded as the ball fell to the court and Central had retained their championship.
Donna and Kay charged into the victorious locker room after the game. Everybody was going crazy and nobody seemed to notice their presence. One of the black boys on the team picked up one of the squealing girls and hurled her into the shower room. Kay was soaked, but she was too happy to care. Seconds later Donna was dragged in too. Soon the steaming room was filled with naked boys from the team. They were mildly surprised to see the two cheerleaders in there with them, but were too busy thumping each other on the back to get upset.
Donna tried to get out of the shower, but was playfully pushed back into the steaming water by one of the team members. She slipped and fell oh some soap and before she knew what was happening she felt someone on top of her. Her scanty cheerleading outfit was soaked through, and the boy on top of her pulled it frantically from her body. Kay saw what was happening and tried to get out herself, but was stopped. Right outside the room was a crowd full of people. Reporters, Coaches, Politicians, and School Officials were milling about caught up in the excitement of the come from behind victory, but because of the steam, everything that went on in the shower could not be seen. : Nobody would be able to hear the girls, even if they did scream, because of the pandemonious celebration going on all around them. The shower was the perfect place for a gang-bang!
Donna couldn't tell who was on top of her. She struggled fiercely, but she was completely naked in a matter of seconds. She felt someone else hold her as they tied her arms behind her back, blindfolded her, and then gagged her. Not until the gag was on did she realize what was going on. Up until then, she thought that the boys were just getting a bit carried away, that they would never dare to try to rape her in a locker room filled with people! She kicked out wildly, and two boys held her legs down. Her arms were tied so tightly behind her back that she thought they would break from the pressure as they lay on top of her.
As Donna struggled on the slippery floor of the shower room, Kay found herself in almost the same predicament. Roger had pulled her off to the depths of the room and had tripped her before she could blink an eye. Unlike Donna, though, she found herself getting a bit turned on by the events. Roger stood naked in front of her with her ripped uniform in his hands. : He was soon joined by a few team-mates and together they tied Kay's hands over her head to a shower nozzle. Kay began to get a bit frightened as the number of boys gathered around her began to increase, and they finally had to hold her legs as Roger initiated the ceremonies.
This time, he didn't bother with the foreplay, but plunged his throbbing cock inside of the helpless young girl's twat-hole and pumped her full of sperm. He came almost immediately, and Kay reeled in pain as she felt the wildness of his thrusts. His face was only inches from hers. She saw him clench his teeth, contort his face in agony as the come erupted from his cock. Kay felt herself getting hotter by the moment as she realized the full import of her situation. Her now throbbing pussy would have to eat every cock in the room.
She was going to be fucked so hard that she'd have to walk bow-legged for a month. But she was determined to enjoy every moment of it.
Bill Sayers, the tall black center of the team, went next. He was so tall that he had to lift Kay up by her hams and place her onto his cock. She was glad that Roger's sperm was already inside her when she felt his tremendous rod burrowing into her tender pink pussy lips. She gasped with fright as he pumped all the way into her. It felt for a moment as thought the young man's cock would burst through the walls of her cunt!
Kay wriggled her hips around his huge cocks and stuck her pink tongue out of her mouth to lash it furiously at his mouth. Bill was momentarily startled, but soon covered her sweet tongue with his own writhing muscle. He followed hers back into her mouth and smothered her thick red lips with a juicy kiss. Kay humped harder against his cock;, she swung her breasts around and wacked them against the side of his chest. Her hands were tied firmly over her head, but her legs were free, and she wrapped them around the black youth's hips. That left Bill free to explore the mounds of soft flesh quivering on Kay's chest. He pinched her helpless nipples until they were raw and puckered. He brought his pounding cock all the way out of her cunt and leaned down to get a suck of her tits. Kay squealed in pleasure and tried to squirm back onto his massive organ. The best she could do was to get the mushroom-shaped tip of his erection inside the outer lips of her twat. She shivered at the delicate sensation and came violently: "Uunhh, uunnhhh, uunnhhhhh!!"
Bill plunged into her with all of his cock and Kay continued to come all over his raging manhood. She felt the boy's lips quaking against her delicious rosy nipples and his cock swelling inside of her. She knew that he was about to come, and her eyes glazed with awe. His cock was so hard inside of her, so swollen that she thought it would burst, if the black boy didn't come soon. But still he continued to pump in and out of her.
She wriggled her naked body against his, slapping the side of his face with her heavy breasts. She squealed and pressed his ass into her with the heels of her feet. He tried to slow down to prolong his come, but Kay wouldn't let him. The girl felt as if she were being fucked by a stallion. She wrapped her legs tighter and tighter around him, fearful that she would be thrown from off of his bucking cock. She looked down at the weapon he was plunging in and out of her, and her lips formed a silent: "Oooooooooo!"
The boy screamed, and she knew that the deluge had begun! Kay stared down at the thick cock pumping sperm into her tight little pussy and felt another orgasm begin to rock her body. The sperm bubbled out of her and ran down the crack of her ass, as the couple rocked against each other.
"Ohhhh, yeah! Ohhhh, mamaaaaaa!!"
Kay just squealed and rolled her head. The shower water splashed across her body from the spurting nozzle over her head, and the cock inside of her twat spurted gallons of wet hot sperm up into her womb.
When Bill was finished he pulled his huge, black cock out of her cunt and retreated to check out the other party. Now that he had fucked one of these gorgeous white pussies, he might as well fuck both of them.
Donna was being fucked by one of the scrubs. Her hands were untied by now, but were being held down by two other boys as she was raped. Her face was covered with a blindfold and a gag made out of her own uniform, and Bill stood on the side to wait for his turn at bat. Before he began to fuck her though, he removed her blindfold. He wanted her to know who was fucking her. Donna's eyes widened with disgust when she saw the tall black youth standing over her. He waved his still dripping cock against one of her pure white cheeks, and were it not for the gag, he would have fucked her mouth.
After Bill had regained his full erection, he plunged himself into Donna's already sperm filled cunt. She jumped when she felt the boy plunge his tube-steak into her aching twat. Bill pushed the other boys aside and held her arms down himself. After a few soft thrusts of his hips, he let her arms go and held on to her hunks of tit for dear life. She struggled madly to throw the black man off of her, but he was too big, too powerful. She scratched at his back and face, but he twisted her nipples when she lashed out causing her to contort in pain.
Soon Donna was completely passive to her rapist's wishes. He patted her bruised tits and tried his best to soothe her as he rocked his cock into her hole. Then he turned her over so that her chest and cunt were plastered to the soapy tile floor of the shower. He stuck an exploratory finger into her asshole and left it there for a few seconds. No response. He pulled her ass up to his cock, gripping her by the front of her thighs and inserted himself inch by inch into her anus.
Donna gasped for breath as she felt the huge cock burrowing into her. She scratched her helpless fingers against the hard floor in pain, trying desperately to gain a grip of something anything, and pull herself away from the onslaught of the black cock being thrust up inside of her ass. Her muscles contracted furiously and pain welled up inside of her as the huge center began to slowly drive his penis in and out of her pulsating ass.
As Bill moved faster and faster, he began to feel a response from the girl underneath him. He reached over her back and fingered her massive breasts in his hands. Donna leaned down to lick his fingers. She hoisted herself up and thrust her ass back against his rigid erection, groaning as more and more of the penis was eaten by her sphincter.
The two of them fucked like dogs on the floor of the shower. Donna squealed with lust when she felt his bloated balls slapping against her ass at the end of each thrust. He drew his hands out from her breasts and began to pinch the smooth, pink flesh of her buttocks. Donna was sweating from the steam of the shower; the floor was warm and slippery underneath her body. She rested on her elbows, and her nipples rubbed against the warm, sudsy floor. Bill stopped pinching her ass and began to spank her with the palms of his hands as he fucked her puckered asshole. He felt another load of sperm getting ready to squirt the length of his cock and flood the girl's ass. Donna felt his cock pulsating inside of her; he reached down with one of her hands and began to rub her clit in circles. The two came together in long, exquisite bursts of pleasure.
"Uhhh, uhhhh, uhhhh, uhhhh!"
"Ahh, ahhh, ahhh, ahhhhh!"
After it was all over, the girls remained in the shower-room, huddled together in a dark corner of the room.
The locker room soon cleared, and the girls were able to make their escape. They dressed in the boys' soiled clothes, left scattered around the room by the jubilant team. It was dark out by the time they got back to their room, and they decided to pass up the victory celebration being held in the rooms of the team members and go straight to sleep. They were both dazed by the gang-banging that had been given to them and were embarrassed by their reaction to it. They knew that it was only a matter of time before the whole school heard about the wild celebration in the shower, and they were determined to stick together no matter what happened.
Donna called her father, the next morning, and her and Kay stayed behind, to wait for him to come and pick them up in his car, when the team bus pulled away from the Hotel early that afternoon. It was a relief to be alone at last, and the two shaken girls clung to each other for sympathy while they waited.
"You gonna tell your father what happened, Donna?"
"Why? It would only upset him. You know that. Besides what am I going to tell him: Daddy, I was raped by the whole basketball team, and I enjoyed it. He'd kill me!"
"Yeah, I guess you're right. But what about school. You know that they'll tell everybody about how we raped them. We'll never hear the end of it."
"Well, there's nothing much we can do about it. We'll just have to do the best we can!"
Mr. Marino arrived late that afternoon, puzzled and upset by Donna's call for help. He couldn't imagine what would have prompted her to let the bus leave without her. He sat in her room as she packed and tried to get an answer out of her. Kay had already brought her bags downstairs in order to give them a chance to talk if they wanted to.
"All right, Donna, now tell me what happened. I have a right to know."
"Nothing happened, Daddy. Why do you always ask me what's happened?"
But Donna was crying and soon told her father everything. Much to her surprise, he was sympathetic. She found herself sitting on his lap with his strong arms wrapped around her body. He rocked her back and forth on his lap as she told him every ghastly detail of the post-game celebration. She was afraid to tell him that she had actually enjoyed it, but after a lot of coaxing from her father even that came out.
Mr. Marino suggested that the girls stay another day or two before returning home. "Give you a chance to get back together again," he mumbled soothingly at her. "I'll call Kay's parents and let them know."
"Oh, Daddy, I promised Kay, I wouldn't tell. 'Please don't tell them about what happened! Just tell them that I'm sick or something, and that you're going to stay with us. She'll want to tell them herself, I'm sure of it!"
"All right, honey, all right. Now you go tell Kay while I call them All right?"
Donna ran down to tell Kay all about it. : The young girl was grateful that her father had not flown into one of his customary rages, and for the moment had forgotten about her pain and humiliation. Kay sat in the lobby with her head buried in a magazine. Her bags were piled up like a wall. When she saw Donna running toward her across the crowded lobby, she couldn't imagine why she was so buoyant. Donna ran up to her friend and threw her arms around her.
"I told him! I told him!"
"What did he do? Congratulate you? Why are you so happy?"
But Donna could not be put off by Kay's gloom. She continued to hug her friend and told her everything that had happened between her and her father, while they had been alone. When she got to the part about her father calling Kay's parents to explain, Kay jumped to her feet and screamed.
"He's doing what! Oh, no!"
Kay began to run for the elevator, but realized almost immediately that if he was going to tell them about her shame, he would have already done so by the time she could get to the room. She stopped short in her tracks, confused and crushed. Donna ran after her and almost knocked into her when Kay pulled up short.
"What's the matter with you? I didn't say he was going to tell them everything! Do you think I'm that stupid?"
Kay listened not knowing what to think and then began to cry. She hadn't shown any emotion since their spell in the shower room and now the terrible emotional shame began to well out of her like an infection.
Donna held her tenderly in the middle of the hotel lobby. The people rushing all about them stopped to look at them, but neither girl cared. Together they walked to the elevator and rode up to their floor. Kay continued to cry as they walked down the corridor, and when they entered their room and saw Mr. Marino just hanging up the phone after talking to her parents, she cried even louder.
Donna and her father tucked the almost hysterical young girl into her bed. They waited with her until she fell into a deep sleep and then left to let her regroup her shattered emotions. Outside the door to the room Donna looked lovingly into the strong face of her father.
"Gee, Daddy, I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't come. I really appreciate it."
The girl threw her arms around her father and hugged him warmly. Her father coughed when a middle-aged couple passed in the hall, and broke the embrace, smiling sheepishly.
"I'm afraid it doesn't look so good to be hugged by a girl as young as my daughter outside of a hotel room. If you know what I mean."
"Oh, Daddy, that's silly. Who cares what they think? I am your daughter, and I love you a lot."
Mr. Marino put his arm around his daughter's slim shoulders and together they went to retrieve Kay's luggage. On the way down in the elevator, the father and daughter hugged each other as they spoke.
"I think I'm going to see about getting something for you, Donna. After things settle down."
"I don't think you'll have to, Daddy. Mom has already gotten the pill for me. Didn't she tell you?"
"No, I had no idea. Well, I guess it's a lucky thing you were on the pill. You have been taking them, haven't you?"
"I've been taking them all along. Just in case."
"Good. Now you go and see about the bags. Just stay by them, and I'll be right with you. I've got some things to take care of."
"Like what?"
"Oh, first of all, I'm going to see if I can't get a tranquilizer for Kay. I think she could use a good night's rest.
Then I'm going to get me a room, and see about making dinner reservations for the two of us. I think you could use some R and R after what you've been through, honey."
The rest of the afternoon passed like a dream. Donna felt just like a Princess in a Fairy Tale being rescued by a Knight in shining armor. Her father went out of his way to treat her like a young lady, and after her recent experiences, Donna was pleased and grateful.
They ate that night in a very fancy restaurant in the middle of the town. It was on the top floor of the biggest skyscraper in town, and the view from their table, was magnificent. The whole city lay sprawled under their window like a map. Mr. Marino had never allowed Donna to drink any kind of alcoholic beverage, but tonight he made an exception. He ordered a bottle of the most expensive imported champagne and allowed his daughter to drink freely throughout her meal. Donna had never tasted champagne before, but she soon found that she loved it. Her and her father finished the first bottle halfway through the evening, and she was surprised when her father ordered another bottle of the same thing.
It made her feel like a grown-up!
"Why, Daddy, are you trying to get me drunk?" the girl giggled as she downed another glass of the bubbling wine.
Her father smiled his approval and together, they drank a toast to their new friendship. Donna was drunk by the time they left the restaurant, but she attributed her high spirits to her generous father's presence and not simply to the expensive champagne. On the way home in the car, Donna snuggled into the arm of her father as he drove them back to the Hotel. She felt all warm and tingly, as if yesterday had never happened. Donna was proud when her father kept his arm draped around her shoulder as they walked through the hotel lobby.
She had always considered her father to be attractive and enjoyed the stares of the hotel patrons as they mistook the father and daughter for lovers.
Her father walked her up to her room and softly kissed her goodnight. Donna went into her room, and heard her father go into his room right next door. She wished that she could have stayed with him that night, just as she did when she was younger. Back then, she thought to herself as she got undressed, if anything went wrong, I could sleep with Daddy all night long. She wanted to talk to Kay, to tell her about her wonderful father, but her friend was sleeping soundly as a result of the tranquilizer Mr. Marino had given her.
Donna was still too keyed up to sleep. She walked about the room in her nightgown and listened carefully for any sounds coming from her father's room. She could swear she heard the sound of him pacing back and forth. She listened for a long time to be sure and then stealthily creeped out into the hallway. She tapped lightly on his door and called softly into him: "Dad, are you still up? It's me Donna."
The door opened and her father greeted her. He was still dressed in his sport coat, and Donna stepped past him to enter the room.
"Donna, what's wrong? Is something bothering you?"
"I couldn't sleep, and I heard you walking around in here, so I thought we'd keep each other company."
The father retreated to the bed. He sat down and sighed heavily. Donna advanced to his side and then climbed into his lap. She kissed the top of his forehead and rocked herself in his arms.
"Remember when I was little, and you used to let me sleep with you? Can we do that again tonight, Daddy?
Just for tonight. Kay won't know. She's out cold. No one will know."
Her father stopped rocking his daughter. There was a thin film of sweat on his forehead. His strong voice trembled a little when he replied.
"What do you mean: when you were little. You're still little. You're still just a kid, my kid." : Donna was glad to hear the emotional tone in her father's voice, but she was a little indignant at what she considered to be an insult.
"Hey, I'm not a kid anymore, Dad! Maybe you haven't noticed, but I've grown up in the past few years. I'm almost a woman now."
As if to prove her point, Donna lifted one of her father's hands and placed it over her breasts. She was still a little high from the champagne, just enough to make her able to carry out her impulses. Mr. Marino jerked his hand away form his daughter's full breast line as if it had been red hot. Donna felt a hardness under her lap and knew that her father was getting embarrassed by it.
"There's nothing to be ashamed of, Daddy. I'm proud that my body is able to turn you on."
Her father blushed and looked up at her shyly.
"You mean, you don't think your father is a dirty old man?"
Donna threw her arms around her father and pressed her breasts against his chest as if to prove to him that there was nothing wrong with the feeling. He sighed as she hugged him.
"Donna, would you mind, if I, if I, uh, ask you something?"
"You can ask me anything you want, Daddy. I'd do anything for you, you know that."
"You said before that you found yourself enjoying yourself a little when it happened the other day. Did you, well did you really like getting raped?"
Donna was glad to be able to talk about it some more; she was overjoyed that her father was interested about her experience as well."
"I didn't like it at first, but then after a while, I don't know I kinda liked it. I know I shouldn't have, but... "
"But why not? If you enjoyed it^ you enjoyed it! I'm not trying to say that what those boys did was right, but I don't think you Should convince yourself your some kind of a slut or a nymphomaniac just because you were able to adjust to your situation. You should be proud of yourself not ashamed!"
Her father seemed glad to get it off of his chest. He watched his daughter's face intently prepared to stop if he saw that he was offending her. He saw that he wasn't. Donna pressed her head against the side of his face and he felt her soft, full bosom press almost against his chin. She whispered in his ear, and he felt a shiver of guilty pleasure travel down his spine.
"You're wonderful, Daddy. Do you know that I love you?"
Donna giggled and her father asked her what was the matter.
"Oh, I was just thinking, I wonder what all those people in the locker room would have thought." ; "What people?"
"All the dignitaries and reporters and everybody. If they had only known what was going on, on the other side of the steam. They probably would have joined right in!"
Her father laughed with her and asked her very shyly to tell him about the gang-bang again. She repeated her story, but this time she gave more attention to the specifics. She told how the warm soapy tile felt under her chest, how Bill, the black center, had pulled the blindfold off of her and fucked her up the ass. She even told this time that she had had a tremendous orgasm.
As he talked, she felt the bulge under her lap grow harder and bigger. When she finished her father was breathing heavily so she loosened his tie for him. To her surprise, he put his hand on her bosom again and told her that he had never realized how mature she was getting. She thought she felt his hand rubbing against the fabric of the soft nightgown, but couldn't tell for sure. One thing she knew, was that she was getting a little excited herself. The memory of her raping really turned her on, and so did the persistent pressure of her father's hard-on underneath her lap. She decided later that it was probably the champagne that drove her to it, but at the moment it happened it all seemed so very natural!
"Would you like to see how mature I'm getting, Daddy?"
Her father didn't reply. Donna sprang to her feet, and before she knew what she was doing, she pulled the gown over her head and stood naked before her father's gaze. There was a long shocked silence. Donna felt her father's eyes survey every curve, every mound, every hair on her voluptuous young body. She stood there for a full minute with her hands thrust daringly on her hips, and her legs spread defiantly apart. Her father breathed loudly, or at least it seemed loudly. Donna could not hear her own breath, but she knew by the way that her chest was heaving up and down that she too was having trouble breathing.
Finally, after a pause that seemed light years long at the time, he reached one of his hands to her heaving chest He had a pained expression on his face, as if he expected to meet rebuke from his beautiful daughter.
He didn't.
He ran his fingertips lightly over her nipples; she shivered at the touch. His hand slipped around to the small of her back and he pulled the young girl toward him. With his mouth, he tenderly licked her luscious tits. She said nothing, but ran her fingers through his thinning brown hair and offered herself up to him. Once the father had pulled her towards him, once he made the first move, Donna felt all the excess tension drain from her body. It was as if her orgasm started from that moment and built to an overwhelming pitch.
The man pulled his daughter back to his lap and burrowed his head into her tender young breasts. She sighed with emotion as she felt her father nibbling where so many had been before. Soon he lifted his head up and covered her young expectant mouth with his own. Her tongue slid from her mouth and sought his.
Mr. Marino returned his daughter's tongue-kiss eagerly. He rolled back onto the bed pulling his naked daughter's body on top of his. Her breasts swelled onto his chest in a wave of flesh. She rolled off of him to allow him to slip out of his clothes and watched as his red erection sprung loose from his pants at last. She grasped it in her hands and gently massaged it while he finished stripping. Then she rolled onto her back, eager to feel his cock inside of her. It was not a mystical experience for the father or the daughter; no visions of infinity danced through their minds, but it was a very lovely experience for the both of them. His cock inched into her hole and she helped him push it in with her own fingers.
Gently, slowly, they made love to each other. As the pleasure mounted, they lost themselves in the steady rhythm of the fuck. It no longer mattered whether they were father or daughter, man or wife. They were two human beings who enjoyed each others bodies, and that was enough for the both of them.
Donna came first; it was a soft come, and she had felt coming from the second that her father had touched her. Mr. Marino soon joined her, and Donna rocked him until he was dry. They slept afterwards and woke early so Donna could get back to her room before Kay came to her senses.
Donna spent the rest of the early morning hours laying awake and turning over the events of the last few weeks in her mind. She wasn't sure what would happen when she returned to her school. She winced when she thought about the taunting insults she knew would be hurled at her and Kay. But somehow, she wasn't daunted. She felt that she had come of age on her trip, perhaps more so than the boys on the basketball team. They had faced a grueling and competitive schedule and come out on top. But Donna couldn't help thinking that their victory had been decided by chance. What if Kerrow's shot had rolled in to the hoop instead of bouncing out?
The thought staggered her. The wild locker room celebration, the touching encounter with her father, and even the surge of self awareness that she was experiencing at that very moment would never have happened. She was astonished to find herself glad that everything had happened the way it did! She dozed off, only to be awakened few hours later by the voice of her father calling to her. In her dreams, she imagined him calling from inside of her own mind, as if he had become a part of her. She came to and realized that her father was calling to her from outside of her room. She jumped up to open the door and kissed him cheerfully on the lips.
"Well, you're in a great mood this morning. How's Kay?"
"Why don't you see for yourself? You can talk to us while we're getting dressed."
"Nah, I'll tell you what, though. I'll meet you downstairs in the coffee shop for breakfast. In a half-hour?"
Donna ran back into the room. She felt like it was Christmas morning, but couldn't say why, exactly. Kay was sitting up in bed yawning and stretching. She too was smiling.
"It's about time you got up, sleepy head. I was just about to send for Prince Charming to come and kiss you awake."
"What time is it? I don't know why, but I feel great this morning. It's weird, isn't it?" Donna kissed her friend and together they rushed to get dressed and meet Mr. Marino. They sat in the deserted Monday morning coffee shop of the hotel and laughed uproariously at themselves, the menu, the sunlight flooding through into the large and airy room, and life in general. The three of them felt bonded together and secure in each others company.
From time to time Donna felt a gnawing fear in the back of her mind. She pushed it away throughout her cheerful breakfast, holding it at a distance for the long trip home. Not until they found themselves on the superhighway with hours of uninterrupted travel in front of them did Donna allow her fears for the future to bubble to the surface. In the clear light of the day, they seemed ridiculous. Everytime she thought about the minor humiliation that might; or might not, be waiting for her at home and school, she asked herself one short and pointed question. If she were able to do it all over again, what would she change? Which one of her strange and exciting experiences would she refuse the second time around? The answer came to her in an instant, and fiber of her being agreed with her response.
Nothing! She would change nothing! It had all been worth it. All!
