A young widow is often looked upon as easy-bait by many men who are eager to find some extra-marital sexual outlets.
Very often it is true that widows are especially lonely. Through all the years of their marriage they have become acclimated to living with someone who has been a natural sexual partner.
More than that, they are constantly being tormented with the fact they are all alone when they meet old friends and acquaintances. Depending on how desperate a widow might feel is often the index as to how vulnerable they might be to sexual overtures.
Our story concerns a beautiful young widow. She knew little about the frustrations she would face when her husband died. To her utter amazement, old boyfriends who were married were phoning her for illicit sexual encounters, and even teenage boys were trying to get close to her. Being lonely made her fall prey to these overtures. In spite of the fact she had been brought up to follow a strict moral code, her own natural urges came to play, and in an emotional moment of lustful desire, she would find herself succumbing.
Because of her own wanton sexual cravings, she soon discovered the brutal sadistic side of man's sexual nature. She found out how some men obtain their erotic satisfaction by tormenting, brutalizing, and hurting women. It was this painful knowledge that brought her back to the moral code she'd learned as a young girl.
This story shows how out-of-control sexual emotions can cause turmoil, despair, and suffering for those who are victimized by such dark sides of man's carnal nature.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
The past three weeks had exhausted Donna Culver. She didn't have time to sort out her emotions. She had been so busy with Harry's funeral, the endless meetings with the attorneys, to get the estate settled that she hadn't been able to give a thought to her erotic needs.
Donna knew her friends would think her crude if they knew she was standing stark naked before her three- way dressing room mirror now and admiring herself.
Donna reached down to her pubic vee, permitting her fingertips to gently ease back and forth across her downy curls, remembering how hard Harry used to pump into her. She remembered sadly how angry she used to get with him when he'd get his orgasm, and leave her there-still unsatisfied, and clinging to him in desperation. Harry would shove her off, and ask her to let him go to sleep.
Many was the night she'd been forced to let her fingers invade her pouting pussy-lips, so she could satisfy herself. Other men were forever flattering her. .There was the doctor who lived on the corner who always cast an admiring glance her way when she was in front of the house doing the lawn work. One time he'd even stopped to tell her that she'd made his day by just being so beautiful. Harry never did flatter her, and he'd frankly neglected her sexual needs. Whenever she'd complain about not achieving an orgasm when he did, he'd suggest she try a "vibrator," of all things. Now Donna touched her warm flowing breasts with her other hand, fondling them affectionately, while she continued letting her hand slide smoothly back and forth across her vagina. The raging genital heat could not be denied. Finally, she let two fingers slip inside her pouting pussy-lips, and she began arousing herself. It did feel wonderful, and she was just beginning to enjoy it intensely when the rude intrusion of the telephone interrupted her pleasurable reverie. It was probably the attorney telling her about some new expense in figuring out her late husband's estate. Not bothering to cover her nakedness, she hurried to answer its insistent ring.
"Yes-this is Donna-who are you?" she asked the strange male voice she didn't recognize.
"Someone out of your purple past," the virile, male voice continued teasing her.
Donna wondered if it was another obscene phone call crank. She'd been forced to change her number twice before because of such ugly calls at all hours of the day and night.
"I don't talk to people who won't identify themselves," she spat furiously into the phone. She was about to hang up when she heard laughter on the other end of the line.
"This is me," the man laughed, "your high school lover, Marvin!"
Heaving a sigh of relief, Donna blasted him for coming on this way. "Marvin, you creep," she complained.
"Don't ever scare me like that. I've had trouble with some sex maniac who used to disturb my sleep with obscene calls."
"Oh, I'm sorry," he apologized, "I was just having some fun."
"Look," she complained, "I just stepped out of the shower and I'm standing here naked."
"I wish I was there now," Marvin told her in a husky voice.
"Just because I'm a widow doesn't mean I'm going to bed with every horny man who puts the make on me.
I'm speaking bluntly to you because I don't want you to get any wrong ideas."
"Can I help it if my wife won't satisfy me?"
"That is your problem-I-I'm afraid you'll have to discuss it with her-not me!"
Marvin turned-on with the aloof elegance Donna displayed.
"How about having dinner with me tonight?" he asked her. "What about your wife?"
There was an awkward pause, and then he informed her, "we've separated. So, you don't have a thing to worry about."
Donna hesitated a tense moment. Even though Marvin had been the most popular athlete in her high school, she recalled his huge ego. She could never forget the strange sexual acts he would suggest whenever he would take her to a drive-in movie.
"Alright," she blurted, "I really need to talk to somebody. When-when did you want to go to dinner?"
"How about seven tonight?"
"Alright," she agreed, "seven tonight."
When she hung up the phone, Donna almost wished she could call him back and cancel. But she didn't have his address and she couldn't do this if she wanted to.
She finished dressing now, and spent the day getting the house cleaned up for Marvin's arrival. She'd let a lot of things slide in her sorrow, and now she intended to make up for lost time. Once she'd completed the house cleaning she decided to go shopping. She hadn't bought anything for herself in a long time. Donna was delighted at the wonderful selection of fall colors there were at the fashionable woman's shop. The lady who was showing her the outfits complimented her on a white pant suit outfit with a pin rose covering one breast.
"This has a lot of zip," the saleslady smiled, "and you could do wonders for it with your figure."
Donna didn't care for the outfit at all, and told the saleslady, "it's much too flashy. I prefer subtle clothes.
I don't need red roses to accent my breasts. They speak for themselves."
"Certainly," the saleslady said pleasantly, "perhaps you'd prefer something more subtle like this beige dress."
Donna felt she had finally located an outfit that would be in good taste and yet accent the best points of her figure, of which she was justly proud. "I like simple designs," she agreed, "I'll try it on."
When she came out from the dressing room and looked at it in the three-way mirror, she knew she'd selected a winner. The color went well with her own olive skin, brown eyes, and soft brown hair.
"You look like a million dollars in that number," the saleslady smiled, certain she'd made a good sale with this selection.
"I'll take it," Donna told her, happy she'd found what she wanted. Returning to her home, she showered, and then stretched out naked on her bed to get some rest. The time flew swiftly, as she was exhausted from a busy day, and the rest seemed wonderful to her now. When she did finally wake up, the doorbell was ringing. She had forgotten all about her date. She got up and answered the door, wearing a towel wrapped around her naked body. She opened the door just a crack, keeping the chain lock on for safety's sake.
"Who is it?" she asked quietly.
"Your date," a hearty, male voice replied.
Instantly, she recognized Marvin once she put her head around the door so she could see him. And it all flashed back to her now. She was supposed to be dressed for dinner. That was why she'd gone shopping.
That was why she had bought the beige dress. And here she had only a towel wrapped around herself.
"I've got to apologize," she told him flatly, "I laid down for a nap, and slept like a baby. Come in, Marvin-I'll get dressed right away."
"You don't have to for me," he smiled appreciatively, "I always did like you naked."
"When did you ever see me naked?" Donna demanded.
"Don't you remember when we went skinny-dipping at that pool party over at Don Hershey's house?"
It brought a blush to Donna's face recalling the skinny-dipping pool party. Everybody had gotten drunk on the punch, which was generously laced with rum, and the party ended with everybody stripping and going swimming in the buff. She'd tried to forget it, and had succeeded until now, when Marvin had to remind her about it.
"Now that you mention it-I do remember," she admitted candidly, "but I've been trying to forget it ever since!"
Donna dismissed herself while she got dressed. While Marvin waited he watched a football game on TV, and when Donna did emerge from the bedroom, he didn't look at the football game any longer. Donna was a devastating sight in the form-fitting beige dress. It had a plunging neckline, which revealed her well-shaped breasts to good advantage. Her lithe, long legs, trim ankles, and brisk walk in her high-heels gave her plenty of appeal. Marvin looked at her radiant face, the soft-brown eyes that seemed to invite him to make love to her, and the soft brown hair falling on her shoulders, added up to a tempting sex package. Marvin found it hard to think of her as a grieving widow. She looked more like the merry widow.
"Where have you been all my life?" he smiled, his eyes betraying his admiration. "You look beautiful tonight, Donna."
"Thank you, Marvin," she replied, "now, where are we going?"
"I-I was thinking of the Normandie House," he told her, "They have candlelight, dancing, and wonderful food."
"I've never been there," Donna confessed, Td really love to go." She locked the house up, and left a couple lights burning as they left. All the way to Normandie House, Marvin was trying to pry things out of her about her relationship with her late husband Harry.
As they drove to the restaurant, he realized she was feeling lonely. "I certainly miss Harry," she said softly.
"You have been practically my only friend-but I haven't wanted to bother you because I thought your wife would get upset."
'Tonight, let's be happy," Marvin suggested, "I know you loved Harry. The fact he was twenty years older did make it rough on you some ways, but I'm sure you were faithful to him."
"I was," she said swiftly. "Once one of Harry's business associates tried to put the make on me-but I backed out."
"Why?"
"I don't know," Donna smiled nervously, "but I guess I'm old fashioned. Harry didn't believe in those swap parties some people go to. He was faithful to me, and I wanted to play the game fair."
Reaching out and patting her thigh, Marvin assured her, "now, that's the way I like to hear a woman talk. I wish my wife felt like that. She was making it with her boss at the office where she worked and I caught her."
It was apparent to Donna now that Marvin had been through his own personal hell. And when they got to the Normandie House, Donna elicited a promise from him. "If I don't talk about Harry and what I've been through-will you not mention your disloyal wife any more tonight?"
"I promise," Marvin assured her. "No use looking back is there?"
"You're right," she agreed.
All during dinner, Marvin and Donna made it a point not to talk about anything unpleasant, and Donna was grateful. She'd been through so much misery, she desperately needed one night of complete happiness.
After all, she wasn't being disloyal to Harry. He was gone. He wouldn't want her to grieve, and she wasn't going to.
"Let's stop by a bar near my place and have a nightcap," she suggested.
"Sure," Marvin said agreeably.
After they had a couple drinks, Donna suggested they leave.
"Remember, Marv," she told him, "you must go to work tomorrow! You've got to drive tonight too."
"Alright," he agreed, patting her hand affectionately, "we'll go." They left the bar, and as they drove down the highway, Marvin was thinking about ways he could convince Donna he should stay at her place all night.
However, when they were finally back at her apartment door, he found it difficult to tell her what he had in mind. He could see she wasn't going to invite him in, and that forced him to do some quick thinking.
"If you don't mind," he smiled, "I'd like to come in and talk a few minutes-"
"If you want to-but only a few minutes-I'm tired."
Marvin went over to the sofa and she joined him, but remained a good distance from him as she didn't want him to get any wrong ideas.
"I would have dated you more, Donna," he confessed, "if your old man hadn't been so unfriendly."
Donna laughed, "My Dad knew what you had in mind. I don't blame him for giving you a rough time."
Marvin moved closer to her. "But I'm only human," he told her, placing his hand in a caressing manner on her shoulder. At that point, he gently pulled her tighter to him.
Donna felt magnetically drawn to Marvin. She didn't pull away now and Marvin recognized her reaction.
"I could stay all night if you'd like me to," he whispered.
Donna hesitated. There was a tug of war going on inside her. Part of her wanted to have him go to bed with her. She hated to go to bed alone. It was awful, but she didn't want to have him stay either. She wasn't a tramp and Marvin's lust wasn't going to turn her into one.
"If you want to talk-I guess you could stay a little while," she agreed. Turning now, she walked into the living room, with Marvin following in close pursuit. Sitting down on the sofa, Marvin sat down beside her shortly.
The first thing he asked her for was a drink. This bothered Donna. She thought he'd already had enough for one night and didn't hesitate to tell him so in no uncertain terms.
"You've had enough," she smiled, trying not to appear dictatorial, but letting him know her feeling about his drinking.
"I need a nightcap," he insisted. And when she looked at the happy expression on his face, she succumbed. There was always something radiant, and exciting to Donna about Marvin's smile. The cobalt blue eyes, the way his lips curled at the corners, the flashing white teeth, and his appealing voice was making putty out of her promises to herself about not permitting him to stay very long.
Rising, she went over to the bar and asked him what he wanted.
"Mix me a martini-very dry," he told her.
Donna mixed him his martini, and then proceeded to prepare a drink for herself. When Marvin observed this, he felt a warm glow of satisfaction sweeping over him for he knew she wanted him to stay, or so he wanted to believe at this strategic point in his sexual game-plan.
Returning to the sofa, Donna stayed her distance from Marvin, She didn't want him to instantly conclude she was available for his wanton sexual desires. Making a point not to move closer to her, Marvin began talking to her about his sexual relations with his wife.
"My wife Merilee was a wonderful cook," he smiled, "and she kept the house spic and span-but-" Marvin deliberately let the next commentary on his relationship dangle. He didn't want to say another word about his wife. He wanted Donna to ask. Figuring her own curiosity would surface, he remained silent now.
Sipping his drink slowly, he waited for Donna to question him. And he didn't have long to wait. Looking at him directly, Donna asked quietly, "You were disappointed when it came to going to bed with her, right?"
Diplomatically waiting a long moment, so it wouldn't appear he was being overly critical, he finally did respond, "Merilee was frigid, I fear." He hoped this would elicit a sympathy response from his high-school girlfriend. He was correct in his calculations. For, she immediately looked his way, and sadly commented, "You poor darling! I've read about women who are frigid, and their mates do suffer."
"Oh, I don't like to talk about it," he shook his head, "it's too sad."
"Did you seek professional help?"
"Yes," he admitted candidly. "We went to one of those sex clinics. They put three of us in a bed together. A young woman who had been trained to perform while the man's spouse watches. She did her damndest!"
"So what happened? Did it help Merilee improve her sexual performance?"
"No way!" he told her frankly. "As a matter-of-fact, it got Merilee so angry she only proved she was a better fighter than a lover. She almost knocked the young woman out who was making it with me."
"How dreadful," Donna shook her head in despair. It made her so nervous just thinking of it, she scratched the side of her face.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Marvin apologized for bringing the matter up. "I should not burden you with my problems. I guess some of us are doomed to suffer."
"Merilee always was a cold person," Donna said sadly. "I'm surprised you ever wound up marrying her."
"It's true," he said, inching closer to her now. "We weren't well-mated. I mean I was always wanting to have sex and she didn't care much for it. Some women love it-other women hate it."
Donna recognized this as her cue to say how she felt about having sexual intercourse. And it was a touchy topic. If she said she liked it, he might instantly conclude she wanted him. If she said she didn't care much for sex, that would mean she was "frigid" as far as he was concerned. And she certainly knew that wasn't true. As a matter-of-fact the big problem with her late husband Harry was that Harry couldn't keep pumping it to her after he'd shot his wad. He wanted to roll over and sleep soundly and snore. And while he was snoring, she was still hot and unsatisfied. The suggestion she use a vibrator upset her. She had resorted to using her fingers and become quite an expert at digital stimulation. Now, she could feel Marvin pressing closer to her and she knew she had to respond to all his questioning, and she did.
"Harry was an older man," she told him nervously. "He got his alright, but he didn't realize I needed my orgasm as much as he needed his. That meant I was left unsatisfied."
"Funny thing," Marvin smiled at the young, appealing widow, "I feel as though we're on the same wavelength. You've gone through the same hell I have."
"What did you do to satisfy yourself?" she asked Marvin sadly.
For a long moment he hesitated, and then he replied, "I had her pull it off. She said I was demented when I asked to sodomize her, and she almost threw me out of the house when I asked for a simple blow-job. I don't know what she wanted. I even volunteered to eat her pussy-and you know what she said?"
As his hand caressed her thigh, Donna smiled up at him, "What did she call you?"
"She called me a sex maniac, "he said hotly, thinking angrily about her accusation. "Can you imagine-just because I didn't want to do the Missionary Position-her way!"
"She was very narrow-minded," Donna agreed.
"Why don't you let me show you a few things?" he suggested huskily, and Donna could tell how turned-on he was now.
CHAPTER TWO
"Why don't you reach over and unzip my fly and pull it out?" Marvin asked Donna bluntly. At first, she couldn't answer. Her late husband Harry had never suggested anything like this and it disturbed her that Marvin would.
"I've never done that before," she confessed.
"About time you learned," he insisted, placing her hand on his bulging crotch now. It made her feel edgy and uneasy to have him pressing her hand down on his manhood. It was evident he did have a huge cock, and she could feel its insistent, hot throb through the material in his pants.
"Go ahead-you aren't being unfaithful to anybody-Harry's gone-I'm here, honey, with a dripping hard-on, just waiting for you to-" Marvin recognized he would have to begin. Slowly, he unzipped his own fly and reached in to grasp his penis and gently pull it out. It did arouse her to see all his manhood. But, it bothered her that Marvin's throbbing cock was sending shudders of unwanted excitement up and down her spine. She couldn't move.
Marvin pulled it out, and she watched his hand grasp and manipulate the loose outer skin of his turgid maleness, capping and uncapping the unseeing eye in its head. And that eye was leaking, dripping a thin silverish strand of pre-coital sap that sheened and glistened the satiny bloated head from which it came as he smeared it around with the palm of his hand on every upstroke. My God! her mind recoiled. I can't-I can't sit here and watch this... he is sick on sex. But he is soooo big, and shiny and very, very stiff!
Donna became aware of still another sensation-a tingling erotically stimulating sensation-rising from the pit of her stomach to compete with the horrifying reality of her weakness. Her loins began to throb in response to the obscene spectacle taking place on her living room sofa. Dear God, she raged silently, what's getting into me? Why am I forever thinking of nothing but sex when I look at him?
Marvin's hand moved swiftly up and down on his thick cock. At the rate he was going, he knew it wouldn't take long to bring himself to a climax. He felt his heavy balls, twisting and bouncing against his hairy legs, adding to the wonderful imaginary fucking of the young widow, and smiled still more lewdly in his reverie. He was letting her know what she was missing. Visions of Donna's wealth of brown hair cascading over his muscular thighs as she knelt before him sucking his cock fused in his already hot brain. He could visualize her massive succulent breasts, too, bouncing and heaving against his prickly balls. Giant breasts, and he could almost feel them dangling against his naked flesh, as she continued bowing down over his huge cock.
Donna recognized Marvin was a big handsome man, with a thrillingly huge cock that held her transfixed like some swaying wicked cobra. She wanted to reach out and grasp the turgid male member. She wanted to let her pink tongue-tip flip over its meaty, thick head.
"Why don't we adjourn to the bedroom?" Marvin finally asked her, his voice husky with erotic desire.
"Yes, why not?" she smiled. It was strange how his desires had become her desires. She knew better, but she couldn't help herself. Marvin might categorize her as one of those sexually-starving widows, but now she couldn't care less. All she knew was that he had something she wanted. She wanted every rigid inch of it in her hands. She wanted to massage and play with his balls. She wanted to pull at a speedy tempo up and down his rigid manhood. His lust for her, was matched now by her own naked lust for him. As she led the way to the bedroom, Marvin followed. She knew it would be the first time she'd had sex on the bed since Harry had gone. But, what did it matter? Harry had gotten his sex, often caring little whether she achieved orgasm, or any kind of sexual satisfaction. After all, she had sex needs too, and she was bound and determined she was going to satisfy her own insistent carnal cravings. Once in the bedroom she could hardly bring herself to the point of undressing. A flood-tide of memories seemed to sweep over her. She recalled all too vividly the many times she and Harry had made it on the same bed. It was as if some invisible barrier was preventing her from throwing caution to the winds and stripping. Immediately picking up on her feelings, Marvin recognized he'd have to use some more strategy to get her to cooperate.
"Come on, honey," he smiled as he hastily unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside, "Let's you and me have some fun-you know what I mean."
She understood all too well what he was talking about, and with great difficulty she started to undress.
Marvin wasted no time. He sat down on the edge of the bed, unfastened his shoes, and slipped them off.
Next, he ceremoniously unbuckled his belt and eased out of his pants. He stood before her now with his throbbing long cock flipped out from between the small opening of his white cotton shorts. Gingerly placing his penis back in his skimpy shorts, he stripped out of them. Now he was bare ass naked and ready to have a wild time in bed with the unwilling widow.
"I'm sorry," she apologized, "but I just can't go through with it!"
Tears were streaming down her cheeks now, and he knew she meant what she was saying. This bothered him greatly.
"Look!" he told her, "I don't want to force you, but you need a good screwing too. It's been a long time since any man has given you a. fuck!"
Even though Marvin had put it crudely, and bluntly, he had spoken the truth and she knew it. This bothered her. And the reason it bothered her was because she knew how much she'd yearned for a man to service her. She'd imagined she had some horny man with his big prick begging to ride it into her. Now that the dream was a reality, she knew she must follow through.
"Alright," she agreed, "I-I guess you are right! We both need some good, hot sex!"
This pleased Marvin, whose hard-on betrayed his lusty desires.
Once her dress was off, Marvin made it easy for her. Coming over, he reached behind her to unfasten her bra. She slipped out of it, revealing her huge bosoms. Next, he tugged at the elastic waistband of her panties, and let his hand slide down there to feel of her. She enjoyed the erotic sensations he was providing now.
When he slipped her panties off, and she had stepped out of them, she stood before her high-school boyfriend naked at last.
"I've dreamed of seeing you naked again ever since that first time," he said as they walked over to the bed.
Donna pulled back the king-size bedspread and blanket, and they got on the crisp, white sheets together, eagerly desiring a sexual experience that would make them forget the ugly memories of their interludes with their respective spouses that they had enjoyed so little.
"I'd enjoy watching you finger your snatch," Marvin told Donna, "I'll jack-off while you're doing it. Is that alright with you?"
Timidly, Donna told him, "Anything you say, anything-" Marvin lay back, spread his legs, and reached once more for his throbbing cock. He began pumping on it with determined, hard, up and down movements. In the meantime, Donna let her hands reach up to toy with her firm ripe breasts. He enjoyed the sight of her fingertips pinching the erect nipples. Finally her hands found her supple thighs, her inner thighs, and they began to pinch and rub there as they had when alone.
Only this time she wasn't alone, and she loved having him there pulling gently up and down the length of his big, throbbing cock..
Donna's slender middle finger slipped to her vagina. Using two fingers now, she parted the tender outer lips of her pussy and began to part them. Flicking maddeningly against the distended nub of her hot clitoris that had slipped wetly forward from the moist protection of its sheath like the miniature cock of a dog, she pumped smoothly.
Donna shivered to the tips of her pink-lacquered toenails, biting her sensuously pouting lower lip to keep from crying out in her obscene desire. Then, almost of its own volition, a single finger, followed rapidly by the second, entered her seething vaginal passage to the palm of her trembling hand. Oh God! she quivered in silent desire. Oh, it feels so good... if only Marvin would insert his finger inside her seething pussy now.
Donna's eyes never left the lust-inflamed spectacle of Marvin's masturbation. She wished he'd thrust his manhood in her mound. She wanted to drop to her knees before him, begging him to fuck her senseless.
Marvin's pumping hand stopped entirely for a long and precious moment as he tried, in vain, to hold back the inevitability of his impending release. He wanted her to lick his cock, to slip her mouth all the way down over its turgid, strong length and start sucking hard.
"Donna-I want you to blow me," he suddenly blurted, realizing if he continued pulling on his throbbing manhood he would get his lust gun off in his hand.
His words froze in her mind. She focused on the two words, 'blow me' and she went numb. This was what so many high-school boyfriends had tried to get her to do. She had resisted them all. No wonder when Harry asked her to give him a 'blow job', she resisted him as well. After all, wasn't that a dirty act only a sordid sex fiend would suggest? How could she bring herself to get down there between Marvin's thighs and place her mouth over his male member. It was a dirty act. He had no right to ask her to perform oral sex for him. And she was going to tell him so, in no uncertain terms. "Thanks, but no thanks," she said, silently pulling her wet fingers from her pussy-hole.
"You don't know what you're missing," he argued. "Some women are crazy about cocksucking. I mean, they like to suck and swallow the sperm. They say it's good for you. One old movie star blows all the men she can get-claims it keeps her young."
"Perhaps she could work out a compromise," Donna suggested, "I could pull it off for you."
Even though Marvin didn't want her to pump his penis, and have it explode in his hand, he did think he could get her to at least lick the tip of it, once she began jerking on it.
"Alright, grab it," he smiled, as she timidly reached out to grip his throbbing, long cock.
Her hand touching his cock made him quiver. For one thrilling instant he could imagine how stimulating it would be if only she'd slide her mouth down over his penis-shaft.
"Up and down-up and down," he guided her, "get the rhythm in your hand. That's how you do it. Come on, pull on my prick-pull on it!"
Harry had never asked Donna to jack him off. It was a completely new experience for her. She held his penis firmly in her hand and began pumping vigorously. He was enjoying it thoroughly now.
"Reach down and massage my balls, "he coaxed her.
She could tell by the husky tone of his voice and his reddening face just how stimulated he'd become.
Reaching down with her free hand, she gently massaged and caressed his bloated balls.
"That's how you do it-play with them!" he demanded.
She kept pulling on his throbbing cock with one hand, and playing with his balls with the other, and he was becoming more aroused every moment.
"Ohhh, ahh-yes, yes, jack it off," he grunted as he let his hand wander over to play with her tits, while she turned-on, pumping his cock with a rhythmic fury that told her he'd be shooting his load soon.
After he'd played with her sleek white bosoms, he let his hand wander up to her neck. Gently pressing on the back of her neck, he began bringing her face down to his penis.
The closer she came to his cock, the more lusty the desire she felt for him. At this strategic point, Marvin knew he had to move quickly. Drops of crystal-clear cum were beginning to ooze from its tip.
"Just lick it like a lollipop," he asked eagerly, "please, Donna."
With his hand pressing her down, and his voice urgently asking her to accommodate his lusty desire, he was certain she would succumb to his erotic request. Donna bent over, and opening her mouth, let her pink tongue-tip flip over the meaty crown of his cock.
"Suck-suck me," he begged as he felt her lips over the shiny head of his shaft. Using his hand, he pressed her farther down over his cock. Soon, Donna's mouth was over his throbbing penis, and her lips fastened firmly at his cock-head as she sucked vigorously, instinctively.
"Ohhh, yes, yes," he panted as he pumped his hard, long cock farther down her throat. "That's the way I want it-just like that!"
She was sucking smoothly now, and he was becoming more aroused than ever. "Blow me, Donna-ohhhh- eat me-keep your mouth on it until I shoot my wad."
Donna could smell the pungent smell of his heated loins as she let her hot mouth travel up and down the length of his manhood.
"Suck me-suck me," he begged, as he thrust to the back of her throat, enjoying the sensation of his cock-head caressing her throat. She was sucking voraciously, and her fingertips continued caressing and massaging his lust-bloated balls. The raging genital heat prompted him to change his position. He wanted to be on top and slide it to her so he could see every solid thrust gliding down her throat. Rolling over, he positioned himself, so he could watch his throbbing long cockmeat riding in her face. She was on her back now, and he was on top. He wanted her hands on his ass-cheeks, playing with him there while he cock- fucked her face. "Grab my ass-play with my butt.-" Her hands reached for his round, firm buttocks. She caressed his ass cheeks lovingly, while he pumped his rock hard penis to her. Marvin liked to slide it all the way in her mouth, and down her throat-slowly withdrawing so he could see the saliva-slickened surface of his cock. His balls lewdly bounced on her lips when he'd fill her face up with his thick, skewering cock. "I'm going to flood your face," he smiled down at her. "I'm almost there. Keep sucking!"
She kept her head bobbing up and down on his spongy cock-head. She was eager to suck the sweet, male sperm from his manhood. The hot flush of desire surfaced on her face as her burning lips held his penis tightly, and her torrid tongue swept over his cock over and over again. She could taste him starting to cum, and it tasted delicious to her.
Marvin's hands went out to hold her head down over his meaty erection. He knew he was about to shoot his wad in her mouth now.
Donna's fingers continued agitating his balls. She was eager to experience that thrilling moment of climax now. She was curious to discover what Marvin's cum would taste like when he exploded in her mouth.
And then in one thrilling instant, she didn't have to be curious any longer. He was shooting his pungent seed in her mouth, and rapidly sliding it over and over down her throat. She almost choked on his gushing cum- load. Marvin loved watching her suck his seed and swallow his load. He could never get his wife Merilee to accommodate his lusty desires like this. He was thrilled to think he'd found someone at last who could take care of his lusty desires.
So quickly had his climax overtaken her that she was hardly prepared. Some of Marvin's thick, creamy cum- load was dribbling from the corners of her lips.
"Wow!" Marvin smiled, "you sure like to eat the stuff."
It was true. Marvin's thick, juicy load did taste good to her, and it troubled her. She shouldn't be enjoying it.
It was bothering her to see him pulling his penis out of her mouth so quickly. She still wanted to suck some more. But Marvin explained, "It tickles when you suck too long-" He rolled over and lay on the bed beside her.
"Once I got you going, you were fantastic!"
"Was I?" Donna smiled, a look of delight and satisfaction surfacing on her face. T-I did enjoy it. It was so intimate-having your big prick sliding in and out of my mouth-and then that moment you climaxed."
It had been such a devastating pleasure for Marvin to find a woman who'd give him all he wanted that he could hardly absorb it. Making it with Merilee had been more frustrating than fun. She was always complaining-and when she did once give him a blow-job, it was a half-hearted effort and he got so angry his cock shrunk. At that point, she had lashed out and told him he was probably impotent, and she wasn't going to suck on a shrinking pecker for anybody. How wonderful it was to find a woman like Donna, who delighted in taking his prick in her mouth, and didn't complain when he'd slammed it down her throat.
"I-I want you to eat me," Donna suggested. "One time I tried to get Harry to go down there and take care of me, and the creep suggested I rent a sporting dog."
"That stupid guy-he should have realized what a lucky man he was to have a beautiful woman like you ask him to suck her cunt."
Even though Marvin's crude words bothered her somewhat, she did like the fact he was a totally uninhibited male who was willing to perform anyway he felt like at a given moment.
"Oh, Marv," she smiled, affectionately wrapping her arms around him, "I feel so alive at last. Why didn't I marry you instead of Harry?"
"Because Harry had the money," he nodded knowingly.
"What an awful thing for you to say," Donna lashed out, "you know that isn't true!"
CHAPTER THREE
"Let's not talk," he smiled, "Lie on your back and spread those nice long legs. I want to get down there, Donna, and prove to you what a great tongue man I am.
She lay back, looking up at the confident smirk on Marvin's face. Apparently, he believed his own line.
Donna's luscious legs parted a little more and he could see the fleecy curls of her pubic vee. The beaded moistness that rimmed the tender pink lips of her vagina pulled him to her crotch like a magnet. Marvin bent over. And her legs responded, opening wider in lusty desire. The tempting folds of her pussy seemed to flower in eager openness. She sure was a sex-starved piece! She was just aching for his tongue to spear in there between her parted legs.
Reaching underneath her, Marvin cupped his hands under the voluptuous swell of her naked buttocks.
Holding her ass-cheeks up in the air, the muscular, blonde man licked all around the girl's behind. It gave her a total surprise when Marvin plunged his stiffened tongue right into her virgin anus. She had no idea anybody would ever do such a demented thing. However, as she felt his tongue slipping rhythmically up her ass-hole, she had to confess to herself that it did feel erotic.
Flipping his tongue gingerly from her behind, Marvin asked her boldly, "you like my rim-job, honey?"
"Can't you tell?" Donna asked him, pointing to her dripping pussy lips. "You've got me juicy already-" Nodding, Marvin eased two fingers into her vagina. He kept sliding them back and forth, getting them wetter.
Pulling his fingers from her pouting pussy lips, he promptly proceeded to slip one slick finger up her ass- hole, while he brought his face down over her quivering pussy. She was burning up with lusty desire as he proved what an uninhibited lover he was. This was the kind of man she'd always wanted. A man who was capable of carnal appetites, and who dared do anything to satisfy his female lover.
After he'd kept his finger gliding up her ass-hole, and his mouth pressed tightly over her pussy, he changed positions. Withdrawing his finger from her crotch, he reached up to play with her breasts, letting his fingertips pinch the distended nipples.
Suddenly Marvin knew just how badly he needed her, how much he wanted to suck this sex-starved widow.
He had a wife he'd separated from, and she'd let him do it with her in the traditional face-to-face position anytime he wanted. But he needed more than this. All that mattered now was satisfying this beautiful female.
He had her plenty aroused at this point. She was pushing back to him as his tongue surged into her hot pussy-hole with animalish frenzy. Shamelessly, she opened her legs for him as he pumped his tongue frantically in her musky pussy.
He loved having her thighs pressing against him as her hips rolled back and forth.
"Suck my cunt!" she gasped as his fiery tongue brought her to a frenzied pitch of passionate pleasure.
As she came close to climaxing, he pulled his hands down from her bosoms to her buttocks. Clasping her smooth ass-cheeks as he slid underneath her, he brought her pussy tighter to his face. Marvin's tongue was pumping into her now at a savage tempo, as he lewdly sucked on her.
Reaching down, Donna held him there. Her thighs closed in on him as she felt the electrical sexual thrills of his tongue pumping in her, driving her almost out of her mind.
Her raging pussy was beginning to juice. Marv kept bearing down on Donna's moist pussy until she juiced.
As she gushed in his mouth, he nibbled on her clitoris. Her hands held him tightly down there and she thrilled to his sliding tongue stabs as he ate her up. Finally Marvin pulled his tongue from her hair-fringed vagina and slipped his hands from underneath her bare buttocks.
As he rested his head between her smooth legs, he kept kissing them. "Stop it-stop it," she begged, "we can't keep this up-you're already getting another hard-on!"
It was true, and Marvin was glad. He hadn't gotten so stimulated by any female in a long time. And he wanted to feel his long, hard cock sliding in her warm pussy.
Reaching down to his stiff cock, he pulled it gently back and forth. The blood-engorged length of his cock told her how excited he was. She wanted to have all that cock-meat stabbing inside her.
"You play with me," he suggested. Marvin got up and stretched out beside her. The wantonly exquisite pressure of her fingers around his rigid prick made him realize just how much he had to have her.
Once she'd jacked him to the point where his penis-tip was starting to drip oozing cum-drops, she knew it was time to stop.
She lay beside him, facing him, and, parting her thighs, felt his cock shoot up between her warm inviting legs. Eagerly he thrust his big prick into her moist pussy-hole. Her arms went around him and she gripped Marvin desperately. She was breathing in short, shallow gasps as her nails marked his strong back. Her thighs opened shamelessly wide and she closed them around his hips as he rolled effortlessly onto her naked body.
"Mmmmm, lover... you're so big and hard! Shove it in my cunt!" she gasped, hissing with frenzied passions that burned hotly in her belly and threatened to consume her with their rabid ferocity-unless she had his cock inside her! Unless she could feel him driving it in her with hard, pounding force-over and over with vigorous, thrilling thrusts.
Her delicate hands grasped his strong, firm shoulders. And then she reached down to cup the firm globes of his pumping ass-cheeks in her hands as he pumped it to her with fiery rhythm.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" she cried out passionately as the lewd, wanton desires of her own lusts surged over her.
"Finger my ass-hole," he suggested with a smile as he continued thrusting his prick in her grasping pussy-hole.
She reached back to part his ass-cheeks. Marvin squirmed as he felt her finger gently easing up his anus.
Now his cock probed deeply between her thighs, the bulbous, pulsing head pressing incitingly against the puckered moist lips of her pussy.
Donna squirmed under his muscled weight like an anxious schoolgirl about to get laid for the first time, her back arching in surprising strength. Wantonly, she threw her lithe, long legs around him.
"Hurry up, Marv," she panted, "I-I can't stand it! I need your big cock sooo bad!" She mewled in a hoarse whisper, kissing him again and again, leaving passionate welts of naked arousal across his back as her fingernails roughly clawed him in her rising, furious desire.
Pulling her finger from his ass-hole, she squeezed the firm, sinewy cheeks of his buttocks. Now, he was rubbing his hairy chest back and forth across her great silky bosoms, with the erect nipples.
He kept pumping the head of his prick luridly between the soft splayed lips of her twat.
She groaned impetuously... she could stand it no longer! Her legs opened until Marvin wondered if she was double-jointed, her ankles locked now around his hips as her feet pounded against his naked body.
"Ohhhhhh, God, come on-fuck me-fuck me before I die!" she gasped, her voice richening and crackling with fervent arousal. Her lips trembled as she spoke and her eyelids fluttered as if she were losing consciousness. She was about to cum.
Marvin kept pumping his burning penis between her thighs, fucking her silly. She could hardly stand it now, as he began riding her to his climax. Her pussy muscles gripped his cock, as she emitted a squeal of lusty satisfaction.
He kept pumping it between the pliant moist folds of her ravenous pussy, becoming turned-on all the more as he felt his wet cock gliding back and forth across her fleecy light brown softness of her hot, clasping cuntal grip.
"Ahhhhh... it's shooting! You're cuming," she groaned in a frenzy, squeezing his ass-cheeks tightly. "I-I'm coming toooooo!"
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" he panted as he continued stabbing his manhood in her grasping cunthole. "I'm going to shoot again. Grab it with your cunt. Ohhhh, now-now, you're fucking. Fuck-fuck-fuck!"
He shot his load again, as her pussy muscles seized his stabbing, throbbing cock and squeezed the juice out of him.
Slowly, he continued sliding his cum-slick cock in her cunthole. When he finally did pull it out of her she resented it. She wanted him to leave it in her forever.
"I-l can't get enough of you," she panted, as she clung to him tightly, crushing her bosoms against his chest.
They fell asleep in each other's arms and the next morning she fixed breakfast for him.
She saw him off to his job, even though he was late and had to phone in. It made her feel alive again to have a man in the house. Even though she felt somewhat guilty giving in to him when they weren't married, she was responding to her instinctual urges for once. And this made her feel good inside. She got a big jolt however when the phone rang and she thought it was going to be Marvin and found herself talking to Merilee instead.
"Oh, hello, Merilee," she began nervously, "haven't lizard from you in ages-how are you?"
"Fine, dear," Merilee replied, "but I must see you today about something very important."
"You make it sound so urgent-"
"It is," Merilee told her in a confidential voice, "when can we get together?"
"I-I guess it would be alright this afternoon. Where, dear?"
Merilee suggested they meet at the Robertson Department Store coffee shop downtown, and Donna agreed. She hadn't been off the phone five minutes before Marvin was calling.
"Hi, honey," he began pleasantly, "any aftershocks?"
"What are you talking about?" Donna laughed, "we had a blast! I feel guilty as hell, but I do feel satisfied for the first time in my life, thanks to you and that love gun you've got."
"You like that, huh?" he chuckled. "Very much-especially when you shoot me with it!"
He asked her out to dinner, but Donna hesitated. He knew something was troubling her, and he wanted to know what it was.
"Alright, I might as well tell you," she explained, "your wife phoned me-she said she had something important to talk to me about-"
"What?" Marvin exclaimed angrily, "Why in hell is she trying to see you? It figures-she is probably spying on me. But how would she know I was coming to your place?"
"You can ask some good questions, and I don't have the answers," Donna admitted quite candidly. "Maybe she guessed you were coming over to see me. She knows Harry is gone. She could have put two and two together and come up with the answer."
"But how would she know I was with you last night?"
"That I don't know," she confessed candidly, "that's a mystery!"
"What about you and me and dinner tonight?" Marvin insisted.
"Why not?" she said firmly, "Merilee has no legitimate claim to your time anymore-and I'm not afraid to tell her so."
"I'll be at your place at seven thirty," Marvin told her, "and I think it would be better if you didn't meet my wife."
"But I promised her I'd meet her," Donna told him. "Alright-go meet her, but don't tell her anything about me.
I mean, about us. Have you got that straight?"
"Yes, yes-I know when to keep my mouth shut," she assured him.
"Don't keep it shut tonight when I'm with you," he told her huskily, "see you at seven thirty!"
As she hung up the phone, she realized just how much she cared about him and it bothered her. She was meeting with Merilee and knew she was up to no good.
That afternoon when she met Merilee at the appointed place, she found out fast what was happening.
"I've had Marvin tailed, dear," she smiled without humor, "and I've found out he was at your place all night last night."
"He was drinking," Donna explained quickly, "I was afraid he might get in an accident, so I told him to sleep on the sofa."
"A-likely story," she said smugly, "you've been all alone since your sugar daddy Harry went on to his reward.
So maybe you figured you could console yourself with another woman's husband!"
"First off, Merilee," Donna snapped, "I don't have to tell you a thing." Here, Merilee promptly interrupted her.
"You'll talk when I name you as correspondent in my divorce action."
Donna envisioned lurid headlines, and she didn't want that. Her only hope of finding another man would be in keeping her name out of any sordid newspaper story.
"I-I couldn't help you out. He never told me anything-"
"He stayed all night at your place, Donna. Let's be honest. He is warped and sick on the subject of sex.
Naturally, if he raped you I hope you'll be honest with yourself and file charges against him. He is capable of anything. I should know. I lived with him four nightmarish years!"
"I'd better be going now," Donna insisted, starting to get up.
"Not so fast, Donna, dear-what's your hurry?"
Merilee was looking at her with an expression of smug delight. "Just promise me you won't see him again, and maybe I'll leave you out of a sticky divorce trial. No use bringing you in as another"
"Another what?"
"Another woman in a long line of tramps he's been playing around with. I have enough evidence without your testimony at the trial."
"He's separated from you. He can do what he damned pleases-"
"Who told you he was separated?" she smiled knowingly.
"He did-"
"And you wanted to believe him," she nodded disgustedly. "For your information, we're still living together.
Or maybe that wouldn't make any difference to you. It didn't with the other women, but they were out and out sluts. I don't put you in that category. You're just a sex-starved widow who doesn't care too much whose husband she goes to bed with."
"Thanks," Donna snapped, "you don't have to worry about me seeing your precious husband Marvin again.
He's yours, and you keep him. And I don't want to hear from you again-ever."
"I hope it won't be necessary," Merilee said evenly, as Donna got to her feet and almost ran from the table where they'd been having coffee together. The waitress was startled and wondered what was happening.
"What's wrong?" the waitress came over to Merilee, still looking after Donna, who was heading for the door out of the place as fast as her legs could carry her.
"Nothing," Merilee assured the waitress. "She was just upset because I told her I'd drag her ass to court if she didn't stop playing around with my husband-that's all, pure and simple."
"It doesn't sound very pure, and certainly not simple," the waitress shook her head. "People aren't like they used to be in my day!"
Donna didn't wait to get home before she phoned Marvin up at his office.
"What's up?" he asked Donna when he heard her breathless voice.
"Why didn't you tell me you were still living with her?" she sobbed, "you lied to me, dammit, and you know you did! I hate you-I hate you!! " Marvin had to think fast now. He knew she had seen his wife and the truth was out.
"I told you not to go see her. She's a trouble-maker! She's just jealous, honey. Don't pay any attention to her-"
"Merilee is your wife," she reminded him, her voice rising in angry crescendo. "How dare you get me to thinking something of you when you aren't free? You didn't care how much it would hurt me, did you?"
"You liked it as much as I did. We both loved it last night-"
"That has nothing to do with it," she countered quickly. "You are a married man and I don't play around with married men. Don't you ever come around my place again-ever!"
"If that's the way you feel about it, I won't. We were both drunk, and you begged me for it."
Donna wouldn't listen to anymore of his lies. She hung up in disgust. She drove home and she couldn't hold back the tears. For the first time in her life she had enjoyed sex with her lover. Harry had been so inconsiderate of her female sexual needs. All he wanted was a piece of easy ass. Shove it in, ram it back and forth until it juices, and pull it out. It had been hellish, having that fire in her loins, and her own husband not wanting to help. But Marvin did know how. He'd use his prick, his tongue, his teeth, his mouth, his fingers to stimulate, arouse and satisfy her. Why couldn't Harry have done his duties as a husband. If he had, she wouldn't be the sex-hungry widow she was now. Even amidst all this turmoil, she craved more sex. But, she knew it must be some demon possessing her to make her want it now. Didn't she have enough trouble- without begging for more?
As she pulled into her driveway, she determined anew not to let any man get her upset. After all, she reasoned-nobody was worth getting uptight about. Parking the car in the garage, she got out and it almost seemed as if somebody was spying on her. This tormented her. Marvin's wife had left an ugly imprint in her mind. Fear loomed as real as if it was an actual person, watching-waiting to make a move.
She couldn't forgive Marvin for lying to her to go to bed with her. After he'd succeeded in getting her to perform all kinds of bizarre sexual acts. She would have to find out how stimulating and exciting off-beat sex could be. But more than that, the craving continued. How she wished she had a man right now who could satisfy these strange, warped pleasures she couldn't erase from her desires.
Locking the garage up, she went into the house. The last traces of sunshine were spilling over the horizon now, and as she looked up at the fall sky she realized it would be getting cold soon. She always liked the summertime. Winter seemed so cruel and cold.
She made it a point to put double latch locks on both the front and back door in the event Marvin tried to come to see her. She wasn't going to have some scandal-ridden divorce case plague her. She felt she'd come too far to go back to torture. The years with Harry had been enough torture for a lifetime. She'd been used. He always got what he wanted and let her lie there with the raging genital heat in her loins making it impossible for her to go to sleep. The escapade with Marvin the previous night had been such a perfect sexual interlude it was hard to believe it could never happen again. But with Merilee on the warpath, it would be her scalp if she ever went to bed with her husband again. Maybe, she reasoned, if he was free-and the trial didn't leave him too battle-scarred they could get together again. But, then again, Merilee might be maneuvering to keep him. All the wild talk about the divorce could be camouflage for her own designs to keep Marvin in tow.
CHAPTER FOUR
The moment she got in the house Donna moved over to the bar. She fixed herself a double Scotch on the rocks. Sitting on the sofa alone now, she thought about the previous night. It had been wonderful to have a man in the house again. She got up, went into the bedroom and undressed. Perhaps a nice hot shower would help revive her sagging spirits, and then another drink might bring her world back into focus. As she undressed she thought again of Marvin, and recalled with pleasure how he helped her strip. She secretly wished he was here now to help her undress. She vividly recalled the lustful look he gave her as he stepped naked over to her to help her undress. When she was fully naked, she stepped across the bedroom and into the bathroom and the shower.
The shower did help. She felt much better now. She got out of the shower, and admiringly looked into the floor length mirror at her own reflection. The long, lithe legs; the trim waist, and the shapely bosoms with their dark-red nipples did make her a stunning sight to see. Drying off, she went back into her bedroom and found a robe. Returning to the living room, she fixed herself another drink and sat there thinking about all that had happened in the last twenty-four hours. It was just about twenty-four hours since Marvin had set foot in the place-and she missed him. Another Scotch on the rocks seemed to ease the loneliness. When she heard the doorbell ring, she determined not to answer it. It would probably be Marvin making a last-ditch effort to get back in her good graces and she wasn't going to tolerate it.
However, when the doorbell continued ringing, she called out, "Who is it?"
"Paper boy," a young, virile male voice called out.
"Alright-alright," she told him, going to the door and opening it a couple inches. "What is it?"
"Just want to collect," he explained to her.
"Alright, alright-how much?" she asked him.
"Six dollars and forty cents," he told her. Donna turned and went to the bedroom to get her checkbook.
When she came back, she could see the young, good-looking paper boy had pushed the door open and was leaning against the wall. Suddenly a strange desire to talk to him to talk to someone, anyone welled up in her. She needed someone to tell her troubles to and it might just as well be him.
He came in and sat down when she asked him if he wanted a drink. Going over to the bar, she asked him if he wanted a beer.
"Sure-that would be mighty nice," he smiled. She got him a cold beer, and then began writing out the check.
, The young boy looked at her voluptuous body a long moment. Her partially hidden curves really appealed to him. He tried not to stare, but it was not easy to take . his eyes off her bosoms. They were curving, and he could just see the nipple of one breast, as she became so absorbed in writing the check, she let her robe momentarily fall to the side.
But he did a double take when she walked toward him and the robe opened just an inch, and he caught sight of her pubic vee. The light brown pubic curls stimulated him so much he got an instant hard-on.
Noticing what was happening, Donna hastily wrapped her robe protectively around herself.
The young paper boy coughed nervously, trying to conceal how hot he was becoming just glancing at her for a second. But Donna lifted her head and looked at him lustfully. The young, horny boy stared back-a kind of potent animal magnetism seemed to pass between them like radiant energy. The young stud was almost afraid to permit his imagination to run away with him. He had been warned never to get aroused by any female on the route, as it could lead to disaster. Now he understood the warning loud and clear. "I-I guess I'd better be going now," he nodded nervously.
"Just-hand me the check." He didn't want to move any closer. He was afraid his own untamed passions might possess him, and that would be fatal.
Walking closer to him now, she handed him the check. She smiled softly, but there was a wealth of hidden suggestion behind it. The young man felt his cock harden under his pants, as she stood there smiling at him.
He managed to thank her, and was about to turn around and clear out of there when she asked him, "Would you like another drink?"
Even though every fiber in his being told him it was dangerous to say yes, he nodded. She went back to the bar and got him another cold beer. This time she came closer to him, and glancing down at his crotch, smilingly handed it to him, "This ought to cool you off-"
"Thanks-thanks a lot," he smiled nervously, as he slowly sipped the beer. And then she suggested he might sit down, and get the weight off his feet. Nodding, and smiling as best he could, he sat down in a wing-chair.
Donna sat on the sofa, letting the robe fall, so her cleavage was clearly visible. He looked at her through lust-glazed eyes, and she looked at him with cool, calculating calmness, vowing she was going to know him sexually.
"You don't have to worry about my husband coming in and finding you here," she smiled reassuringly, "he's goner "Gone?" the young paper boy asked, not understanding fully what she meant.
"Yes, he died over a month ago-so I'm all alone."
"I'm sorry," the young boy mumbled, "I mean I'm sorry he's gone, and it's too bad a beautiful woman like you is alone. I mean, there are lots of men who would go ape over you."
"Thank you-what is your name?"
"Bill," he told her quickly, crossing his legs nervously, to conceal his huge hard-on.
"Bill," she explained, "Sometimes when you are all alone-you just wish you had somebody to talk to."
"Yes, ma'am," he smiled sheepishly.
"You can call me Donna," she informed him.
"Yes, Donna-"
"Young people today are so much better off than kids in my day," she assured him, "I'm proud of today's youth. They're so honest! Not all this hypocrisy or double-talk we used to have when I was your age."
"I-I don't understand-" Bill told her quite frankly.
"For one thing," she explained, "kids today look at sex a lot different than we used to. I mean they have naked woman performing in bars-"
"I wish I was old enough to go see them naked women jiggling their big tits and shaking their asses and all-" A strange compulsion seized her to undress for the young boy. After all, didn't he have a right to see the natural beauty of the female form.
"There is nothing wrong with being naked," she insisted, "that was the natural state of all of us at birth.
People's dirty minds make it seem vile and evil-" Bill watched Donna now as she started doing a slow strip. A wicked smile played across her naturally moist lips. She had never felt an urge for anybody as much as she felt the hot urge to go to bed with this well-hung teenage stud.
Letting her blouse fall from her hands onto a chair, she moved toward the bedroom with the young boy in hot pursuit. She sat on the edge of the king-size bed and slipped out of her shoes. Now, she was ready to remove her skirt. Bill was standing at the side of the bedroom with his mouth open, slack-jawed at the boldness of the pretty young widow. She was incredibly beautiful in a most sensuous way. She had a kind of magnetic attraction, almost a musky lure about her that made it near-impossible to keep his hot eyes off her body.
"Why don't you help me undress, Bill?" she smiled sensuously, "you're not afraid of me, are you?"
"No way," Bill smiled confidently, eager to prove himself to her.
Reaching around behind her, he unfastened her brassiere. It fell to the floor, permitting her enormous bosoms to jut into view. His eyes widened as he looked at the distended nipples.
"What's the matter, big boy? Cat got your tongue?" she purred, her own soft pink tongue sensuously swiping over her lips.
Bill laughed nervously, glancing around almost as if he expected an irate husband to jump from behind a closet door.
"No-my tongue's all right," he winked.
The beautiful brunette laughed, and when she did, her naked breasts rose and fell excitedly. "I can hardly wait to find out more about your tongue-" It was strange how her carnal desires were leading her on. She knew he was only a kid and that it would be molestation for her to do anything sexually with him. But it wasn't stopping her now. Her passionate urges were blinding her to the forbidden pleasures she coveted.
Donna cocked her head to one side, letting her eyes slide down to his crotch. He could actually feel the heat of her intense stare as his penis throbbed with lusty desire.
His hands reached to her panties, and he could feel her tremble. It ignited his passions to think a beautiful woman like this was getting so totally turned-on with him.
He almost tore her panties off her. Now, he could see her naked pussy in all its splendor. His eyes focused on her fur-trimmed triangle. At this point, she was eager to see him naked too.
"Take off your clothes," she begged him, "I want to see you naked." This built Bill's ego. She was purring like a gorgeous feline in anxious heat now.
His entire body became alive as she reached down and unzipped his fly and he unfastened his belt, letting his pants fall to the floor.
His throbbing long cock pressed against the cotton confines of his shorts. Donna tugged the elastic waist band with her hand, reached in and felt of his manhood. She let her hand slide back and forth across its surface a couple of times.
It didn't take Bill long to step out of his shorts, and get his shoes and socks off too. Now, he removed his shirt, and they were both naked. Bill was coming alive now, his penis starting to ooze drops of crystal cum at its tip at the sight of her naked body.
Donna threw back the heavy bedspread and blanket and got on the bed. As she lay there, gazing lustfully at him, he leaned over her. He was gazing down at the crinkly, swelling tips of her nipples, her deliciously curvaceous breasts. And down further along the trim, well-maintained curves of her body, the light brown fleece of her pubic vee... and the moistened quivering lips of her pussy there between her slightly-splayed legs.
Bill started to kiss Donna, but she stopped him with her upraised hand, a mischievous gleam in her soft brown eyes. "Not yet-" she smiled, "You lie beside me so I can reach over and pull on your prick while you are using that tongue of yours down there."
The young paper boy spread his body out conveniently beside her, so she could have easy access to his crotch. He was pleased she wanted to play with him there, and he didn't hesitate to position himself so that it would be convenient for her.
Glancing down to his own crotch, he saw she was no fake. She knew what she wanted and she wasn't ashamed to show it.
"Mmmmmm... nice cock, honey," she breathed deeply, extending one hand to lovingly caress the long, thick flesh of his penis. It throbbed under her gentle touch, and swelled into full, jutting erection... a man-size hardness any guy would have been proud of.
Her two hands encircled the thick, turgid penis, as she stroked it lovingly, working the fleshy skin back and forth between the palms of her hands, as Bill's prick swelled into full, virile hardness.
"I ain't ever had any complaints about my cock," he said with a confident smirk, his hands on his naked hips, his pelvis stuck slightly out, and his cock warmly cradled in the widow's grip.
At this point, Donna's legs parted a little more and he could easily see the beaded moistness that rimmed the tender pink lips of her vagina. When her legs opened wider, the tempting folds of her pussy seemed to flower into eager openness... Man, was she ever a cock-hungry piece! She was just aching for it... aching for a long hard hunk of prick between her legs.
"Swing around this way, honey," she told him now. She wanted to have him in position to slip his cock into her slit. Bill swung around, and reached a gentle hand down to the voluptuous swell of her naked buttocks.
He was less than surprised to find Donna had the pert skin tautness of a young girl. She was the kind of woman who kept her body in shape.
Donna was hot and she trembled against him, her eyes closed as she breathed anxiously, her lips seeking his. He kissed her and she responded like a high school tramp out for a drive-in gang bang. Her mouth opened around his and her lips ground into his teeth as her tongue searched furtively down Bill's throat.
The beautiful widow's hand shook with rising excitement as she reached down between their reclining bodies and firmly gripped the one thing she needed most... his long, hard cock!
Bill moaned from the wantonly exquisite pressure of her fingers around the thick, blood-engorged length of his cock and he kissed her passionately, answering her fervent soul-kiss with one of his own. He felt strangely excited... not in years had the simple act of kissing aroused him so much. Perhaps it was her hand on his prick that made the difference.
Suddenly he knew just how badly he needed her, how much he wanted to fuck this gorgeous older woman.
He had to have her. The naked widow moved closer to him. He loved the sweet-smelling feminine body pressed frantically against the muscled expanse of his chest. He felt her wriggling pelvis, flat and smooth as she ground against him, and he could feel her rising heat, like a consuming fever, burning frantically in her loins.
Her thighs parted as she lay on her side facing him, and his cock shot up between them as if it had been a homing device built in-eagerly in search of the warm, moist slit of her pussy that lay nestled between the soft, trembling thighs! His arms swept around her, and she gripped him desperately, breathing in short, shallow gasps as her nails marked his strong back... her thighs opened shamelessly wide and she closed them around his hips as he rolled effortlessly onto her naked beauty, with a low, sensuous moan of pleasure.
"Mmmmmmm, lover," she panted, "you're so big and hard! I can't wait a second longer, darling! Stick that big thing in me... stick it in my cunt." She was gasping with frenzied passions that burned hotly in her belly and threatened to consume her with their rabid ferocity... unless she had his cock inside her. Unless she could quench the ardent lust-flames with the gushing bliss of his virile cum!
"Fuck me-fuck me," she begged as she felt his long, hard cock plunging in her hot cunthole. Her vagina muscles grasped his driving manhood, as she pumped in a milking motion, determined to drain him. Bill's hands clasped her round, silken-smooth ass cheeks. He squeezed her buttocks as he lustfully continued driving in her with all of his might. Her lewd smile indicated to him just how much she enjoyed having him riding his cock in her.
"Ohhh, ahhh-I-I can't stand it," she moaned in a passionate frenzy. Her naked, erect nipple-tips brushed tantalizingly back and forth across his chest, as she clasped his bare buttocks, squeezing them, caressing them-and finally parting them to slide her sensuous finger up his tight anus.
All too vividly she remembered how dull it had been with her late husband Harry. He had never given her sexual satisfaction when her passion-packed body was begging for it. Now, it was wonderful! This young well-hung stud was pistoning his cock, smoothly in and out of her wet, slick cunt-hole.
"Mmmmm, Bill!" she gasped, "Fuck me! Fuck-fuck me!" The wriggling, sweat-drenched widow gurgled, her eyes wide and lust-glazed, as the young teenager worked above her like a madman. Donna could scarcely breathe from the sheer force of his vigorous, skewering thrusts-and every time he rammed his long, stiff prick into the sizzling heat of her cunt, she groaned until it slithered home and his swollen balls swung heavily into the smooth, tight cleft of her bottom cheeks with a resounding smack of incredible lewdness that only added to her fantastic arousal.
Donna clawed at his back and groped eagerly for the precious, jewel-like orb of his balls, bloated and heavy with the thick cream of his passion... the warm, heavy cream that would soon be gushing into her quaking loins and flooding her tortured belly in a river of lust-quenching wetness.
Donna was fast reaching her orgasmic peak, rushing blindly now toward the pinnacle of screaming, moaning climax that was only a moment away.
"Come on, honey... hard, now-just like that," she begged, breathing huskily, her voice heavy with emotion as she wriggled under him with delicious salaciousness. She thrilled to the feel of every inch of his virile stiffness as his pelvis slammed against her again and again, each time sending the throbbing hardness of his cock deep into the clasping wet heat of her young cunt. Donna fondled Bill's balls ravenously now, squeezing them lovingly in her fingers like they were huge oversized pearls; she felt their pulsing, swollen pressure and she knew that in a few seconds, this wondrous creamy heat would be hers... in a spurting, gushing torrent of hot heavy cum!
"That's it, Bill... yes, yes! Ohhhhh, fuck me with your big hard dick, lover! Mmmmmm, yes, I love it... Ohhh, I love it!"
Donna breathed gaspingly, gripping her boyfriend's pumping hips with the insides of her thighs. Their naked bodies ground together hotly, soaked with perspiration, and Donna could feel her lover's hard muscular chest pressing down against the sensitive, tender buds of her nipples as her legs spread incredibly and doubled back to give him even greater entry to the clinging wet depths of her juicing pussy!
And then, without more warning, her orgasm exploded like the impact of a high-powered bullet, and the naked smooth-skinned brunette widow screamed inhumanly, shrieking like her life was ebbing from a quivering body... but it was not in pain that she screamed, but rather in the delicious pleasures of her own climaxing. She was out of her mind with cock-hungry excitement!
"Aaaaaggghhhh, God, yes, yes, I'm cummmiiinng!
Aaaaawwww!" Donna bleated animalishly, tossing her head wildly from side to side as she bucked and writhed under her big, powerful lover like a mare in heat.
Her teenage male stud held it back until he had the satisfaction of seeing her cum, watching the distorted grimace of anguished pleasure mask her pretty face as the perspiration beaded on her brow, and dribbled into her tear-stained eyes.
"Now, fucker... scream for it, and I'll give you what you want, a bellyful of my cum?' Bill suddenly threw his head back, groaning as his balls gushed their viscous fullness into the widow's belly in practically a single vicious spurt, that ricocheted all the way down the clinging, pink sheath of her hot pussy, into the cum-starved depths of her loins.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh, Bill!" she groaned, "that's the way, fill me up! Fill me up with your cummmmmmmm, yessssss!!"
CHAPTER FIVE
Bill supported his weight on his hands in a kind of sagging push-up as the last of his sperm sloshed into her belly and then he lifted his pelvis slowly from her bruised and battered crotch. His cock slithered flaccidly from the still-tight grip of her pussy. The quaking lips of her vagina were puffy and distended with abating desire and she held him tightly to her nakedness, her arms around his firm, muscular shoulders. There was a lewd, slurping noise as his cock slipped from her cunt, and then a gushing sound of air and the two hot- blooded lovers laughed in an almost giddy manner as the after-shocks of their exciting sexual episode concluded.
"Wow, honey, what a nice piece of ass you are!" Bill breathed gaspingly as he rolled off of her, leaving a spider-web thin trail of semen that dropped luridly, as he got to his feet.
Bill's cock dangled limply between his thighs, but he was still a handsome specimen of well-built youth, his body trim and athletic from football and tennis.
"You know how to satisfy a woman," she smiled up at him, her breasts full and swollen from sex and her nipples still hard, and throbbing like little buds atop the full, distended mounds of her firm bosoms. She ran her hands down the flatness of her belly to the moist fleecy curls of her pubic vee and rubbed her fingers lightly over the still-shivering lips of her pussy. Her legs were wide apart and scissoring softly with the lingering mood of the delicious screwing she had just enjoyed. Donna sat up suddenly, her eyes flashing with the gleaming mischievousness of a totally satisfied woman.
"Get dressed, Bill," she said impulsively, "And let's go into the other room and have a couple of beers."
Bill nodded, as they both dressed, and finally went back into the living room where she immediately went to the bar and got beers for them both.
"We had a good time, didn't we?" she smiled at him, as he stood there fidgeting about nervously.
"You bet your ass, we did," the young paper boy told the widow, and then he blurted, "but I'm awful late on my route tonight. I was supposed to meet my brother Craig half an hour ago."
"I'm sorry," Donna said, disgust registering in her voice, "I don't want to keep you from something real important."
"Don't take it the wrong way," the young teen-ager told the widow, "I never got a better screw anywhere, and that includes all the high-school sluts I ever fucked."
Donna turned away. Bill had a way of putting things that made them sound awful. "I guess that's a compliment-of sorts," she said evenly, "Now, I don't want to keep you from Craig-you'd better run along now."
But suddenly she felt as though she had to see him again-she had to look upon his naked long penis, and marvel at its size once more before he stepped out the door. What strange passions were tormenting her now!
"Bill," the stunning brunette said softly, "before you go-pull out your cock-I-I want to suck on it."
At this moment, he didn't give a damn if his brother Craig was waiting. He wanted to see her on her knees before him-looking up at him admiringly, eager to slip her mouth over his cock-meat.
"Okay," he grinned, "I'll let you suck on me-" Slowly unzipping his fly, he finally reached inside his shorts and pulled out his throbbing long cock. She came over to him, dropping to her knees as if she was going to worship his long hard penis.
"Sure, doll-you just suck on it-" he smiled, as she looked up at the blue-veined turgid manmeat.
At first, she simply let her hand slide over its hard surface, and then she grasped the thick meaty cock firmly, as she prepared to mouth him.
Donna lifted her head up, and let his prick slip wetly over her bottom lip as he entered her mouth. She licked it heartily, sucking on it with the hollowed strength of her cheeks until it was beginning to harden again. Her hands gripped his jean-covered buttocks, as her mouth moved back and forth on his throbbing, long penis.
"Suck-suck-oh, baby-eat my cock-get the juice!"
He watched as she continued sucking on his slick, long cock. Donna kept her eyes open, enjoying the sight of his saliva-slickened hard-on, as he pumped it in her face. She was eager to taste his semen. She wanted to suck and swallow his young, virile seed. This was the most intimate of connections.
Bill's hands reached down to grip her head and hold her there while he thrust his huge, slick prick down her throat. His balls tingled to the sensation of her hot, grasping mouth as he let his cock slide so far down her throat, she thought she'd choke on his cock-meat.
He enjoyed the sight of his lust-bloated balls riding her chin as he continued pumping his dick-meat down her throat.
"Ohhh, ahhhh-yes-yesssss, suck-suck-suck it off!" he gasped as he rhythmically rode his prick to a flash-flood of thick, spurting cum.
"Eat it-swallow it-let me see you swallow my stuff," he grunted, as he continued driving his hard, throbbing cock down her throat.
Donna gulped hungrily, swallowing his tasty semen. It was surprising to her how distinct his taste was. She had enjoyed licking on Marvin's thick, meaty cock when it shot her a good wad of cum. But this was even better. She didn't hesitate to suck, enjoying every sticky drop of his juicy load, as she continued sucking and swallowing much to the teenager's delight. "Ohhhhh, ahhhhh-yes-yesssss," he moaned in a frenzy as he finished fucking her face.
When he pulled out of her mouth, some of his cum dribbled on her lips, and she licked indicating just how much she had enjoyed having him this way.
"You're a man eater," he smiled, as he fitted his still turgid cock back in his white cotton shorts, and zipped up his fly with some difficulty over his still-hard penis.
Donna got to her feet. A look of triumph was on her face. She knew she'd given him great pleasure and this made her happy. She had sometimes thought there was something wrong with her when she'd carried on with Harry. He didn't hesitate to tell her he wasn't pleased with her performance. And he seldom seemed satisfied with anything she did for him. But now there was Bill. What difference did it make if he was still a kid? He had a throbbing cock, balls bloated with creamy cum-and he was going to get it off with someone else, if he didn't let her suck him like crazy.
"Thanks," he said appreciatively. "You really know how to suck."
"I-I hope I didn't keep your brother Craig waiting too long," she half-apologized.
"No-no, you didn't. Don't worry. He's probably getting acquainted with some chick down there at the Liberty Bowling Alley where he is waiting for me-"
"That's nice," she told him, "now, take care!"
As Bill left, she felt a pang of sorrow go through her. She was dreadfully alone. Other women had men who'd be in bed with them all night long. She could hardly ask a teen-age kid who was still wet behind the ears to bed down with her all night. It was an immoral thought, and her guilt began surfacing. She'd been brought up in a fanatical religious home atmosphere. She'd tried to shake off the silly morals they were ramming down her throat. But now and then, remnants of guilt did surface. Maybe if she'd walked the straight and narrow- she would be happier-at least-she might not be all alone. That was the worst part of being a widow.
She went back into her bedroom, and got undressed again. She liked to sleep with no clothes on, so she slipped naked between the sheets. As she was about to drift off to sleep, the phone rang.
"Hello," she began, "who is it?"
"It's me-Bill," the young male voice began, "Maybe you'd like to meet my brother Craig... " It really bothered her that he would phone her at this hour of night. "Look, I've gone to bed... " she stammered.
"Alone?" another male voice half-whispered into the telephone. "Who is this?"
"Craig," he replied, "Bill's big brother. And I got a nice surprise for you between my legs-it's long and it's hard, and shoots!"
"I don't need three guesses to know what the surprise is," she snapped angrily, "how dare you talk that way to me?"
"Well, well, so you're Mrs. Clean, are you? What the fuck are you doing with my kid brother? He's a minor- you molested him. They could send you up for that!"
A cold chill swept over her as she realized what he was telling her. Before she could say another word, Craig spoke up, "Going to drop by and see you, honey keep your motor running... " And then he hung up on her.
It was really getting Donna nervous just thinking about Craig and Bill coming over. She was certain Craig wanted to make trouble for her. The one false step she had taken, of course, was when she had anything whatsoever to do with Bill. He had been so appealing, so eager for sex that she found it impossible to resist the temptation. Another thought came to her now. She could always claim it was a case of Bill forcing her to have sex with him. Yes, that would get her off the hook. Why should she be practically "blackmailed" into having sex with his brother Craig?
Donna was not going to be placed in such a disgusting position, she vowed. She got out of bed, dressed and was about to phone the police when the doorbell rang. She hesitated to answer the insistent ring. Yet, she knew she had to eventually face up to the situation and not let it get the better of her.
Opening the door, she saw Craig standing there with his younger brother Bill. They both appeared to be stoned, and the glazed look in Craig's eyes frightened her.
"How's the molester?" Craig smiled, opening the door slowly.
She was so angry she couldn't say a word. Turning around, she walked into the living room and tried to reason with them both.
"Won't you please go?" she demanded, "I-I don't want any trouble. I'm no molester, Craig. Your horny brother Bill forced himself on me-it might be called rape, you know."
"That's a bald-faced lie," Bill declared angrily, "she knows she's lying. She enticed me into her bedroom-honest-I never forced her to do anything she wasn't dying to do."
"I believe you little brother," Craig nodded, focusing on what an appealing sex package she was. "She wants to be loved, don't you?"
"I'm not going to tolerate any more of your insults," Donna said definitely. "You sure have me figured all wrong. I only wish my late husband Harry was here. He'd know how to handle both of you!"
"You get lonely going to bed all alone night after night, don't you widow lady?" Craig smiled smugly. "But I've got it right here between my legs-I got just what you need!"
Reaching down Craig proudly massaged his thick, blood-engorged male member whose outline was most visible against his tight fitting pants.
"If you'll leave now-I-I won't say anything," Donna tried to scare Craig off, but Craig didn't scare easy.
"That's a laugh," he chuckled, "you couldn't cause me no trouble! You molested my kid brother and you know it! Ain't that right, Billy?" Donna looked Bill's direction-hoping he would tell the truth. But her hopes were instantly dashed on the rocks of reality, as she saw Bill nodding, avoiding looking at her all the while.
"Just relax," Craig smiled again, "and I won't cause you harm, honey!" It wasn't easy for Donna to relax. If she made a big fuss, and called the police she could get herself into a lot of trouble. However, if she allowed Craig to have his way, she had no idea what he might force her to do. In any event, she knew she needed a drink, and walked over to the bar to get one for herself.
With a drink under her belt, she could tolerate the unpleasant situation more easily. Defiantly walking over to Craig, she ordered him to get out.
"You're not welcome here," she said, making a last-ditch effort to get him to leave, "your brother Bill never got me in bed-he'd like you to think that. I guess he's trying to prove what a man he is!"
Donna's strategy didn't work. If anything it made Bill become so angry he joined forces with his brother Craig in a solid front whereby they could force their joint will Upon Donna.
Craig looked at Bill, and nodded. She knew he was giving him some kind of signal and it made her nervous as hell. She knew what the signal was in a moment when they came on both sides of her-forcing her to go into the bedroom.
Once they had dragged her into the bedroom, Craig told her what he wanted. "I'm going to give my little brother some fucking lessons. Now, get your clothes off-and be quick about it!"
"Don't you order me around in my own house," she shrieked. But her complaint fell on deaf ears. Craig slapped her about the face.
Donna looked up into his steel-blue eyes, and she could read the coldness easily. He had a devil-may-care attitude and when he wanted something, he wanted it now.
"Alright," she nodded, "I'll take my clothes off-you don't have to beat me up!"
Craig watched as she undressed. He was eager to see her bosoms without benefit of the confinement of her brassiere. She took her time removing her blouse and brassiere, and when her large breasts jutted out, Craig licked his lips in anticipation.
"She does have nice tits, Billy boy," Craig smiled at his brother. "Now, Donna, dear-let's see what you got down there between those nice legs... " It sickened her to see Craig watching her as if she was some kind of an animal. But, under the circumstances, she felt it better to comply with his request, even though it made her stomach churn.
When she stepped naked out of her panties, Craig started to swiftly strip. He pointed to the bed, "Get on the bed, widow lady-you're going to get fucked now, and fucked good!"
Craig shed his garments swiftly, shucking off his loafers, and kicking them, as he pulled down his jeans, and took off his socks. Then he removed his shorts, and smoothly eased out of his white cotton shorts. When Donna saw the huge hunk of meat flipping between his legs, she did feel a sudden urge to have him, to know him. She had to hide this feeling, as it made her feel guilty and shameful to have such wanton sexual desires burning in her body. But, as Craig strode over to the bed, his cock flipping in front of him with every step, she could hardly wait to feel that throbbing penis inside her.
"Just this one time, sweet lady-and I won't bother you no more. But right now I'm horny as hell."
Yet as Craig slipped on the bed beside her, she felt her stomach knot in humiliation and revulsion. Craig lay back and spread his legs luridly as wide as they would go as he told Donna to go down on him.
Donna ashamedly sank to her knees. Craig's cock was huge, and throbbing with desire. She could see his thicket of curly pubic hair, and his balls seemed bloated. When she didn't instantly grasp it, and let her mouth slip over his penis, Craig complained.
"Come on-suck my prick for me!"
Her stomach churned with an unspeakable shame, as she finally reached out and gripped his throbbing cock. Bending over, she slowly let her pink tongue-tip slip back and forth across the head of his cock. His penis quivered with hot desire. Some of Craig's cum oozed out of the small slit at the crown of his cock and she could taste him.
"Lick it," he insisted.
Then, he motioned for his brother Bill to come over and watch. "I'll show you how to get the best blow job," he smiled proudly, "there's a lot of difference in being sucked the right way."
Bill was standing beside the bed now, his cock throbbing with desire in his shorts. Craig could see his brother had a hard-on. He wanted him to enjoy it to the fullest.
"Pull your cock out, Bill," he suggested, "and you can jack your love gun off while she sucks me off."
Rather timidly, Bill unzipped his fly. Being sixteen years old and watching his nineteen year old brother Craig get a blow-job from a sexually obsessed widow was quite a unique situation for him to find himself in.
Nevertheless, it was also quite a stimulating set of circumstances, just watching Donna kneeling over Craig's long hard prick and slowly sucking on the tip of it. Fumbling around in his shorts, he managed to pull his penis out and begin jerking. Reaching in he pulled his balls out as well, so he could cup his balls in one hand and jerk on his meat with the other.
Donna managed to take him inside her mouth. She closed her lips around the vein-streaked length of his teenage prick and sucked on it, tentatively, gently... it hardened in her mouth like it was alive and she jumped from the unexpected jerking.
"Don't be afraid of it," Craig taunted down at her. "Let's see some real nice sucking. And look up at me while you do it. I want to see a smile on your face when my prick shoots down your throat."
Craig pushed forward with his crotch, sinking another hard inch of his lust-crazed cock between her quaking, ovaled lips. He shuddered as he felt the underside of his cock slid over the rough edges of her crisp white bottom teeth.
"Move that tongue around, baby!" he grunted more sure of himself now that Donna had humiliated herself with this wanton act, his lips curled in a perpetual sneer of a cocky sadist.
At the same time his brother Bill was beginning to pump his penis in time to Donna's up-and-down head movements over his brother's cock. It was obvious he was really enjoying himself.
"Oh, wow!" Craig exclaimed. "Donna's lips are like honey around my prick! It's even better than you told me it was, Billy boy! Hell, I've had some good blow jobs, and that little sophomore girl at high school with the big tits you brought over last week-she sure can suck cock. But, this is better. This is real quality head. Ohhhh, it's outa' sight getting sucked like this. You told me she gave you a good blow job-I know what you mean, look at that cocksucker go!"
At this point, Donna's mouth was slipping rhythmically up and down his pistoning, stabbing penis.
"Suck-suck-stick my cock off," he cried out eagerly, reaching down to grip her head as he plunged his penis forward, letting the tip of his cock caress the back of her throat.
"Mmmmmm, Donna, honey-do it again, like that with your tongue! Mmmmmmm, can you ever slurp a mean prick!"
With his hands cupping over her head securely, he held her and began to face-fuck her with long, lascivious thrusts that brought moans of pleasure to her lips. She moved her tongue skillfully, just as he had told her to.
She could taste the first sweet-pungent secretion of his semen as his youthful passion boiled hotly in his lust-bloated scrotum.
In the meantime, Bill put one foot on the edge of the bed and slowly pumped his cock-meat. He didn't want to get his love gun off in his hand. He wanted to have Donna suck and slurp his semen, once she'd given him the same kind of skilled cock-suck she was giving Craig at this very moment.
"Yeah, Donna... you're really gettin' the hang of it!" he laughed mockingly. Donna gagged as he delivered an especially brutal thrust that bounced off the back of her velvety throat passage. His face-fucking movements grew more frantic now. Craig's good-sized cock was throbbing with salacious arousal as her moist lips stretched around it and her cheeks bulged as she struggled to accommodate his growing huge prick. His coarse pubic curls tickled her nose, and the scent of his loins appealed to her. Once his curly hair down there nearly made her sneeze.
"I want to see some real action," he panted, as he pumped it down her throat with lustful urgency, "Let's see you in high gear. Then you can suck on my brother's prick again!"
Donna almost gagged and choked, more from shame and humiliation than anything else. Yet through it all, as the young man's deep-thrusting cock bored relentlessly between her ovaled lips, she discovered a simple wanton act that promised her relief from his choking assault on her throat... she managed to relax her throat muscles and let his cock slither down it.
It was an accident the first time she had merely swallowed the warm sloshing saliva just as he prodded especially cruelly down her throat. To her amazement his cock slipped right down into the velvety fist-grip of her gullet!
Donna knew what was coming... it could only be a second away now as the hot blooded young stud grunted and grasped her head in such frenzied jerking excitement, that Donna had to clasp his firm, round ass- globes and hold them tightly to keep his thick, blood-engorged man meat from slipping out of her mouth.
"Ohhh, baby, are you sucking-keep that up! Just like that! Suck, suck my prick off!"
Craig's body was drenched with sweat, and trembling as he came close to climax. Bill could feel the semen oozing out of his cock-tip as he became hotter every moment. His cock quivered, and he feared he'd shoot his wad in his hand. Taking his hand off his own throbbing penis, he watched in erotic fascination as his brother let his head rock from side to side in sexual ecstasy.
"Suck-suck-suck," he grunted in an almost rhythmic chant as his saliva slickened cock pumped in and out of her mouth.
She could hardly wait for his cock to shoot. She wanted once more to experience that spurting, gushing orgasm... an orgasm that would slosh right down her quaking throat!
"Bend over, Donna, baby and wiggle your titties over my prick!" It was almost painful at this point to pull her sucking mouth over his erect cock. She wanted to taste his semen. She was eager for that passion pitched moment when he would let his cum hurtle down her throat.
Gently sliding her mouth off Craig's quivering cock she watched his responses. His eyes indicated how tremendously worked-up he was.
"Now, Donna," he smiled, "swing those big tits back and forth across my cock."
The young widow let her breasts slip back and forth across his hard, throbbing cock. She even let her bosoms slide down to his balls.
Bill couldn't help admire his brother Craig. Craig was so inventive when it came to sex. He could think of so many different things to do.
Donna kept rolling her big bosoms back and forth across his cock, until he suggested, "Now-slip my prick between your tits-and press tight."
Even though it was a lewd suggestion, and she didn't care to obey his every whim, she did permit him to slide his long hard cock between her breasts. Next, Craig demanded, "Now press your soft breasts against my hard prick."
Donna gently squeezed his hard cock with her soft tit flesh, as Bill watched in awe. His quivering, outstretched cock was starting to drip cum. He'd become so stimulated just watching he could hardly control himself.
It was impossible to forget the boring sex she and her husband Harry had practiced. By comparison, it was tame, dull and monotonous. This creative kind of uninhibited sex play where anything goes was proving stimulating. So much so in fact, she could feel her mound moistening as she continued brushing her hands over her breasts, alternately crushing her tits against Craig's cock.
Craig appreciated the firm breast-flesh. He could feel her shamelessly erect nipples, hardened by the sheer wantonness of the act she was performing. And now he wanted to plunge his long prick in her mouth again.
"Come on, cock eater-suck my prick off-I'm ready!
She pulled her hands from her bosoms, permitting his cock to spring up to her lips. Suddenly, she was plunging her mouth hungrily down over his throbbing cock. Her finger-tips massaged his balls, while her other hand grasped his thick meatiness and her mouth moved up and down his cock.
Donna was anxious to have him erupt in her mouth.
"That's how, Donna-oh-you know how-up and down-get the cocksucking rhythm. Now, you're sucking-suck- suck-suck off!"
His hot sperm was ready to shoot in her mouth now, his hips lifted off the bed, and her hands gripped his firm ass cheeks as her mouth quickened its tempo. She was crazy about his young hard cock and she could not hide it from herself a moment longer! She wanted his cock and she wanted his gushing creamy cum down her throat... She wanted to suck and lick him there between his muscled legs until he emptied his lust- bloated balls right in her belly!
Craig felt the volcano-like eruption of his long aching cock begin deep in the passion-distended orbs of his balls; it churned and seethed there like boiling cream until just the right moment... Craig's head went back and an involuntary cry of naked release gasped from his lips. His hands tightened over her ears as he held her painfully tight between his legs as the river of seething viscous sperm rushed up from his testicles, along the hard length of his penis... Craig slowed his face-fucking thrusts to an exquisitely sensuous rhythm of deep, throat-skewering movements that milked out the onrushing flood of his youthfully-potent eruption.
Donna felt Craig's cock throbbing between her lips and her stomach tightened as her tongue sensed the rushing gush of sperm racing along the length of his prick even before it began to spurt... and then, with a gasping moan, the teenager started to empty his balls down his widow's quaking throat.
A long, dreadful moment passed. Donna's mind seemed to twist and careen in dizzy incomprehension, until the shameful awareness of her arousal burst into her thoughts like the report of a gun. She had to have his cum. She wanted to taste his young, virile ejaculation as it shot down her ravaged throat.
Donna gulped, swallowing his thick flood of cum in great mouthfuls, her arms tight around his naked hips and her tongue swirling hotly around the quivering shaft of his prick as it flailed like a runaway fire hose, emptying its potent load right down her gulping throat in rivulets that drained from her cheeks, trickling obscenely from the corners of her mouth.
She gulped, swallowing again and again, wheezing for air through her flared nostrils.
Craig seemed to keep shooting for an eternity! Gushing streams of white-hot young sperm that quenched, for the briefest moment, the hot flames of passion that his young virile cock had stirred in her shameless loins.
When he was finished, he let his cock slither wetly from her lips, down over her chin, staining the skin of her neck and chest with drops of cum.
Craig looked down proudly at his rubbery prick, deflated now and still tingling from the ravenous cock- sucking widow's superb blow job. Smiling down at her, he spoke in a demeaning tone, "you're a real cock- sucker all right... man, you love it."
Bill's eyes focused on his brother's penis. Then glancing back at his own penis, he could still see traces of cum the widow hadn't licked off.
"You left some," he smiled smugly, "Lick it all off."
Donna didn't even look up, but merely extended her tongue until she rubbed against the purplish, still shuddering head of his young prick. She laved the last remnants of his requited passion from the tip, as if she were somehow destroying the evidence.
Pulling off Craig's clean cock, she looked up at him. He was husky, well-muscled, and obviously well pleased with her performance.
"Now, you can suck Bill's cock-I'll watch."
Craig's brother Bill shed his clothes rapidly, and joined them on the bed. He lay beside his brother Craig, and waited for Donna to crouch over his crotch, and suck him off with the same fervor she'd given a blow job to Craig.
Moving over, the young widow reached for Bill's throbbing hard cock. She let her hand grip it firmly, and then pulled up and down a couple of times to get him primed for sucking.
Bending over, she let her tongue teasingly swipe across the crystal cum drop at the head of his shaft. Her free hand reached down to finger and massage his balls. Bill was so heated up now, he could hardly wait a moment longer.
"Go ahead and suck my prick," he demanded.
Her mouth slid smoothly over his throbbing, cock. She let her tongue flick back and forth over the crown of his cock, and then let her tongue dip inside the small slit. Bill's cock quivered with sexual ecstasy, and she gently parted his ass cheeks, and finger-fucked his ass-hole now.
With his prostate gland being gently massaged, and his big prick pistoning in and out of her wet mouth, he was getting closer, ever closer to a climax.
"Suck me-suck me," he begged frantically, as his back arched, and his legs spread wide in wanton lust.
Withdrawing her finger from Bill's tight anus, she let her hands grip his firm ass-globes. She squeezed his ass-cheeks as he continued thrusting into her mouth with wild abandon.
"Ahhh, ohhhh-suck-suck-suck my prick," he panted.
Bill enjoyed looking down between his legs and seeing her head bobbing rhythmically up and down in time to his driving cock stabs. It was apparent she was on fire to get his cum.
"Watch that cocksucker go, "Craig observed, feeling his itching balls tingling now to the point where he could hardly stand it.
Reaching for his cock, he held it firmly, and increased the pressure of his hand-grabbing action.
"Throat-fuck her," he told his brother. "Let your prick slide down her throat."
Reaching now, Bill grasped the widow's head, guiding her over his throbbing manhood which was ready to erupt its load of hot cum in her mouth.
Donna's feverish passion had her dizzy with desire. She wanted to taste Bill's semen shooting in her mouth.
She loved the musky aroma of his crotch. She thrilled to the firm grip of his manly hands on her head. Even though he was only sixteen, he had a way about him that brought her to an incredible point of arousal.
His whole young body tensed. With every deep-boring thrust he came closer to shooting his wad in her mouth. His big thrusting cock was winding up tighter and tighter, like a watch mainspring in the hands of a child. She knew he was only seconds away from the screaming blind fury of orgasm. His frantic punishing thrusts followed a sensuous rhythm that she copied with her mouth movements.
When he would slow the tempo of his cock stabs, with long, deep slow cockstabs down her throat, she would in turn slow the motion of her mouth on his man meat.
"You're quite a cocksucker," he gasped between breaths. "You know how to suck cock sooooooo good!"
Bill's back arched down, as he rammed it so far down Donna's throat, she thought she'd choke on all that prick meat. She was gripping his firm ass-globes so tightly in her hands now that her sharp fingernails etched her passion on his naked flesh.
His hips pumped forward, as he rammed his steel-hard cock down her throat. He held her head tightly now, pinned over his thrusting spear. His hips ground up at his pelvis as he squirmed maddeningly, closing in on climax. His young body was trembling from head to toe. He'd never experienced anything so exhilarating, so stimulating. And all the while the passion propelled widow's mouth continued working its magic on his saliva- slickened, driving cock.
"Ohhhh, ahhhh-I'm almost there-suck-suck-suck me off!"
Bill's hot juices were boiling in his balls.
His brother Craig was jacking-off in time to the tempo of the up-and-down movements of Donna who couldn't quit sucking on his thick prick.
"That's how you do it-ohhhh, I'm cooooooming!"
Bill shot his wad off in Donna's mouth. It dribbled from the corners of her lips as she sucked the sweet juicy cum from his meaty cock-head. Slowly she eased off him, letting her tongue slide back and forth as she finished.
Craig wanted something more and he didn't hesitate to tell her so.
"If there is one thing I enjoy," he smiled, "it's having a woman pull my meat off. Have you got some oil around the house?"
Donna licked Bill's cum off her lips, and nodded, "Sure, Craig-but why do you want oil?"
"It makes it feel really smooth when you oil a man's cock and pull on it-get some."
Donna got off the bed, as Bill lay back now, luxuriating in the afterglow of a wild sucking session.
"She give you a great cock-suck?" Craig smiled knowingly.
"She was wild. I mean she sucked and swallowed it like her life depended on it."
"Sure," Craig nodded, "I gave her a little coaching, it helped!"
At this moment, Donna was returning from the bathroom with a plastic container of slippery rubbing oil in her hand.
"That's it," Craig smiled, "just apply some of that stuff to my cock and it'll pump real smooth."
Donna applied a generous portion of the oil to Craig's throbbing long cock, and then began jacking him off as he directed.
"Rhythm is the thing when you beat a man's meat," he explained, "and you'll pick it up quick if you try. Just grab my prick and pull hard. But alternate the rhythm-first do it fast, and then slow down."
Bill watched as Donna pulled on his brother's cock. Craig's sperm-laden balls and throbbing long penis was almost ready to explode. He didn't want her to pull too fast as he feared he'd shoot his wad before his time.
"Slow down, now," he warned her, "the love gun is going to explode!"
Recognizing how eager he was to enjoy what she was doing to the ultimate, Donna deliberately slowed the tempo at which she was jacking him off. She teased his testicles with her fingertips, massaging them lightly.
Craig's cock quivered, and a shiver of erotic excitement ran up and down his tingling spine like electricity.
"I'm on fire, baby," he smiled up at her, "ohhh--jack it off! That's how you do it! Pull it off!"
At this point Donna pulled with animalistic lust. She was anxious to have him shoot, but she wanted his throbbing cock in her mouth when he did so. Craig thought it was fun to make her wait. He knew it was risky business as he was so horny now it wouldn't be much longer until his cock exploded.
"Now, now-cap my cock with your mouth, Donna-I'm really going to shoot my wad-suck off!"
Bending over, she let her mouth slip over his meaty cock-head. Donna sucked voraciously, anxious to feel the hot semen shooting in her mouth. Craig was aroused now as he had never been, before. He shoved all his prick-meat down her throat. He pulled back just enough so he could let her have the semen to suck out of his cock-tip.
"Ahhhh, ohhhhh-eat me-swallow the stuff-suck-suck off!"
This was the moment he'd waited for-the moment when her hot mouth would accept his cum, swallowing with an urgency of a female who was crazy about cocksucking and could do it expertly.
"Yes-yes-suck-suck my prick-suck it off," he begged her. She sucked voraciously, swallowing every precious drop of Craig's seminal fluid.
As Donna pulled her mouth off the young stud's cock, she momentarily rested her head on his thighs. She caressed his ass-cheeks affectionately, and told him how much she enjoyed having wild sex with him.
"You sure know how to give us both a good time," Bill agreed, "Maybe we could both fuck you at the same time. I'd really like that."
"So would I," Craig smiled, "I could ram it up her ass-hole while you shove it in her cunt."
Donna laughed, "It sounds wonderful. Both of you at the same time. Maybe we could have a three way orgasm. Wouldn't that be cool?"
Donna's face was flushed, and it was evident she was in a giddy state of ecstasy over the wonderful time he had given her. But there was a nagging feeling of guilt and shame she couldn't completely overcome. After all, Craig had blackmailed his way into bed with her with the accusation that she was a "molester."
When Craig noted she wasn't smiling anymore, he asked her what was wrong. "Didn't I taste good?"
"Yes-yes-you tasted sweet and creamy and hot," she smiled.
"We've got to get going," Bill reminded his brother Craig. "Dad expects me in before midnight on a week night."
Bill's words jarred Donna in a total sense of what had taken place. Twice she had molested a young high school boy. It had been wonderfully exciting, and she'd enjoyed having him fuck her, and sucking him off.
But it was a dangerous game to play.
"Alright, alright," Craig nodded, "We'll split. But first-Donna's got to promise we can come back and fuck her-orgy style!"
Donna couldn't reply. She was thinking about what she'd been doing and it troubled her greatly. She knew very well she was making a dangerous pattern for herself. Where would it end? When she didn't answer, Craig got uptight.
"Weren't we good enough for you?" he asked with heavy sarcasm coloring his words.
When she finally could find words to answer, Craig wasn't satisfied.
"Gratitude!" he snapped, "you're short on that, baby. You're damned lucky to have somebody like me and Billy boy here to take care of you. With you being all alone I imagine you get real hungry for sex."
Donna didn't appreciate his attitude. After all, she reasoned, she was a very attractive female and didn't have to "molest" or hunt out young men to take care of her.
"I enjoyed it," she assured him, "but there are other men in the world."
Craig laughed as he slipped into his shorts and started to dress, "You see you always like to make a man jealous. What was it like with your old man-or am I gettin' too personal?".
"I don't care to talk about it," she snapped, "now would you please both get going. I gave you a good time, now I want to be alone!"
Bill got off the bed and started dressing too. He couldn't understand why Donna had suddenly become so upset. It didn't make sense to him. But Craig understood. Craig knew Donna was having mixed emotions about their sexual interlude. He knew she was feeling a combination of guilt and of erotic satisfaction. And that was just the way he wanted her to be-feeling guilty. After all he figured, he had told her she was "a molester," and he had used a little "blackmail" to get her to go along with the wild time they'd enjoyed together. And maybe in retrospect she was having some second thoughts about their good time in bed.
"Okay-okay," Craig smiled at her, I'll be back and so will Billy boy. You know you like to get screwed, and that's what we're here for-right, Bill?"
Bill nodded, "Right-" At that point, both young men who'd dressed walked out of the bedroom and out of her place without saying another word. It left Donna in a very troubled state of mind. For she knew she could expect trouble ahead.
CHAPTER SIX
When Craig and Bill got home they were both stoned out of their minds. Craig had managed to get some beers, and they both drank them all. It so infuriated their mother, Helen she had it out with them.
"It's just lucky for you both your father is out of town. If he knew you were both drinking like this you know what he'd do."
"You mean he wouldn't get me the car he promised?" Bill asked his mother anxiously.
"Well, you figured that one out," she said with heavy sarcasm. "Your father and I have enough problems without you drinking when you're driving. The insurance at your age is terrible. And if you ever got caught drinking and driving, it would be impossible!"
"I'm at fault," Craig tried to shoulder all the blame.
"I suppose you bought the beer because you're older. Well, Craig if you really cared about your brother's welfare-you wouldn't teach him your bad habits!"
At that point, both young men broke up in silly laughter. She was certain they were hiding something from her. They always did go into a laughter jag when they were. But she had no idea what it could be. And that bothered her greatly.
"What's so funny?" Helen Carter snapped, looking angrily at her two drunken sons.
"Nothing, Mom," Bill assured her quickly. So quickly, in fact, she was more certain than ever that they were hiding something from her and she vowed she'd find out what it was.
"Aw, get off his back," Craig slurred drunkenly, "you bug me!"
"That's just too bad, Craig," she said, her eyes smoldering with the pent-up rage and hostility she felt toward her older son who was obviously misleading her younger son, and relishing it.
"Good night," she said, turning away and pretending she was going to go to her room to get some sleep.
She figured they'd go to their bedroom and then she'd eavesdrop and find out what they'd been doing. Other times when she had to find out what her sons were doing, she'd found out-fast-by pressing her ear to their bedroom wall and listening. It was always best to do this when her husband wasn't around. He thought it was hitting below the belt to eavesdrop-claiming it was like being spied upon in your own home. However, Helen knew better. She knew very well that she had to protect her son's best interests. There was altogether too much drug-addiction, and booze-swilling with today's youth, and she vowed her sons wouldn't wind up on the junk heap. She once suspected they'd been smoking pot. There was some unusual odor she'd sniffed, but she couldn't be sure.
"Let's go to bed," Craig told Bill, "don't worry about Mom and that car you want. Dad makes the final decisions around this house, thank God."
Bill joined his brother Craig now, and the two young men went to the large bedroom at the back of the house they shared. Helen listened. She heard them walking down the all. She knew it wouldn't be much longer until she could eavesdrop. She'd have to be quick. They probably were so loaded they'd fall off to sleep quickly.
To make sure there wouldn't be any tell-tale footsteps in the hall, she immediately slipped out of her clothes, and into her nightie. Walking down the hallway on tip-toe, she tried not to make a sound. She knew they would be furious if they ever thought she was spying on them. But she felt there was no other way.
When she finally did get to their room, she quietly pressed her eat to the outside wall, hoping she would hear something. But the only sound she could hear was that of a toilet flushing in the bathroom right off their bedroom. She wasn't discouraged though. She knew she'd just have to wait. And wait she did-through another toilet-flushing, and then she heard them moving around in their beds as they prepared to go to sleep.
And this conservative mother was listening to all that they were saying.
"Didn't I tell you she could suck cock real good?" Craig chuckled. Helen pressed her ear tighter against the wall, as she listened to Bill reply, "I thought she'd suck the damned thing off its stem-the way she went after it."
She had heard about people doing such demented things, and once her own husband had suggested she go down on him. However, she had told him where he could head in, in no uncertain terms. She had been brought up to recognize the moral fact that face to face sexual intercourse was the only one prescribed by God, and she didn't intend to pervert the beautiful meaning of sex, the way nature intended it naturally.
Obviously her young sons were sinking into sin much deeper than she had ever conceived.
"She sure knew how to use her tongue on the tip of my prick," Craig recalled, "she'd flip it back and forth real nice and then swallow the whole cock. She ate the stuff too."
Helen wished she had a vomit bag handy when she listened to such obscene talk. It was disturbing, and downright filthy to speak of eating the precious human seed.
"Next time we'll both fuck her-at the same time," Craig commented, "you will really like that. Being an older woman she knows how to appreciate a big prick shoving in her."
This was more than Helen could take. She saw no reason to take any more of this vile, awful talk and she vowed she'd barge right in and let them know what she thought of the two of them.
Suddenly bursting into the bedroom she startled her young sons. They were both stretched out naked on their beds, figuring she'd not come in. Hastily they covered themselves up.
"Dammit, Mom," he complained, "didn't you ever hear of knocking before you enter a guy's bedroom?"
Helen glared at him. "I just happened to be coming down the hall and overheard what you were talking about."
"Yeah-just happened to be coming down the hall." Craig repeated sarcastically. "You were eavesdropping on us and you know damn well that's what you were ding."
"Who is she?" Helen demanded to know of her sons, "What Jezebel are you two having adultery with?"
"It's not adultery," Craig insisted, "I mean-she wanted to get fucked. Now, don't question us anymore. I'm tired and I want to get some sleep."
"Nobody is going to sleep in this house until I know WHO it is you've been carrying on with-got that straight?"
It was apparent she wasn't going to take no for an answer. Each boy looked to the other boy and then they both burst out laughing.
"So," she said angrily, "you both think it's funny!"
"Well," Craig smiled drunkenly, "it is funny-we both made it with this nympho widow-"
"Widow-how old is this monster?"
"She's no monster, Mom," Bill defended her, "she's a very nice person. I mean-aw, hell, you wouldn't understand."
She knew very well Bill would give in. He'd wanted that car since he was fourteen and now that he was sixteen he was desperate to have one.
"Mom-I'll tell you," he exploded, running down the hall after her. "It's Donna Culver-old Harry Culver's widow."
Craig was furious. He came running pell-mell down the hall after the two of them. He didn't want his younger brother to reveal his easy piece, as he always referred to a woman who was available for sexual intercourse.
It bothered him to no end to think his brother had to spill the beans.
"Damn you-what did you have to tell her for?"
"I wanted my car," he confessed, "I've waited for that fucking car for too damned long to give it up over some screwed-up, oversexed widow."
"Go to bed, boys," Helen said coolly, "we can talk about this tomorrow. Get your rest."
Craig didn't let her walk away without putting his two cents in.
"You're so fucked-up Mom it's pitiful. You won't let us grow up. I've got news for you-I am clearing out of this hell-hole."
Turning around swiftly, Helen lashed back at her young son's outburst.
"You are speaking of your home," she reminded him. "You've corrupted your own brother with wicked women and booze. You ought to be ashamed of yourself. Now, go to bed-and tomorrow if you decide to turn your back on all we've done for you, that's your business. But you are not going to come in this house loaded, and talk about orgies you are planning for you and your brother."
Bill's lips were sealed. He knew he was a minor and he also knew his mother held it within her power to purchase a car for him. So he thought it was best to say nothing. This got Craig angry.
"Are you going to stand here and let her talk to you like that?" he shrieked.
"I'm going to bed," Bill said disgustedly, seeing he was trapped.
The very next morning Helen Carter was on the phone as soon as her young sons were gone. She was calculating her next move, and she knew it had to be a smooth one. First, she wanted to separate Craig from Bill. Otherwise, she was certain she could carry off her scheme.
"Bill," she suggested, "Maybe I'll pick you up over at the school at lunchtime. I'd like to talk with you about that car you want-" Bill's eyes lit up.
"Sure, Mom, that would be great," he smiled happily. "About last night-I'm sorry-I guess I was a little under the weather... "
"I understand," she assured him, "don't you worry about a thing!"
It was apparent to her she had him under control. All she had to do was merely mention the car and everything was taken care of. When he had safely gone to school she got busy on the phone. She called her friend Grace who knew the gossip about most everyone in the neighborhood. She felt sure she could get the lowdown on widow Culver.
"Grace," she began, "I'd like to speak to you confidentially about someone I think you know."
"Oh, yes, of course-I wouldn't breathe a word of it to anybody, you can count on that, Helen dear? What is it?"
Grace's voice went low as she asked what it was, as if she was dying to have Helen dig up a little dirt, and allow her to go over the juicy details.
"It's about Donna Culver-you know-Harry Culver's widow?"
"I know," Grace said solemnly, "I've heard plenty about that one!"
"First, what do you know?"
"Well, Merilee told me in confidence," Grace explained, "and I wasn't supposed to tell a soul. Could you keep a secret?"
"You know me-of course I could. It won't go past me-what is it?"
"Well, Merilee tells me she was playing around with her husband Marvin. She was having her husband tailed as she was thinking of divorcing him. And she found out he was staying all night at widow Culver's abode."
"The plot thickens," Helen said smugly, "you tell me all you know and then I've got some news for you!"
"Well, Merilee is a no-nonsense girl. She let Marvin have it. She told him if he didn't break it off with the little bitch, she'd sue him for everything he's got-"
"She'd do it too," Helen laughed, "well, dear-my situation is far worse. Marvin has been unfaithful to Merilee for years. So, it isn't quite so bad when an immoral woman has an affair with him, as it's one of many."
It was bugging Grace that Helen didn't immediately reveal her story. The thing she wanted now was the real dirt.
"Come on, girl-tell me-what's happening."
"My son," she said solemnly, "my young son Bill was molested by that monster."
"You don't mean it?"
"I'm afraid I do," Helen sobbed dramatically into the phone. "I found out about it when I heard Bill talking with his brother Craig. Oh, Grace, I feel so awful. I haven't felt so awful since that time my dear husband was making it with that redheaded secretary Rosemary-you remember her, the one with the oversize bosoms. I never could see what he saw in that-"
"Don't get carried away with that story," Grace insisted, "or you'll not give me the details of this latest tragedy to enter your life."
"Alright," Helen continued, "the important thing is this. I've made Bill promise he'd never go to bed with her again. To make matters worse that wicked widow was playing around with my other son Craig as well. But Craig is nineteen and knows better. Poor Billy doesn't!"
Again, she was sobbing as if her heart would break and Grace got so distressed she volunteered, "You need someone in your dark hour, darling-I'll come over right away if that would help. You must prosecute the bitch, and I'll tell you how it's done. We've got to preserve a shred of morality in our decaying society-I'll be right over." And then Grace hung up.
Helen hung up the phone and went to her bedroom and stretched out on her bed to have a good cry. At least she did have a friend in Grace. She was so grateful to God there was one upstanding, moral person she could call out to in her dark moment of personal anguish.
About an hour later, Grace was at her front door.
"I'm so glad you came," she told her, "you don't know how much it means to me to have you here when I need you!"
The two women went into the kitchen and Helen fixed some coffee for them. And then Grace began telling Helen what she could do.
"Dear, I've got the answer," she began, "an evil, wicked woman like Donna Culver belongs behind bars."
That was a new idea for Helen, but not one that she didn't agree with fully. However, a smile wreathed her face as she though about the sweet vengeance she could extract if the woman who had "molested" her young sixteen year old son sexually was placed behind bars.
"What must I do? How can I get her?-tell me, I'll do anything!"
"You're in luck," Grace smiled, "My son Dale is just beginning his legal practice and he'll accept only special cases as he's bombarded with business. I phoned him about your predicament dear and he said it was really apple-pie simple. You simply sign a statement claiming she molested him, give his story to the police, and then they'll pick her up. Of course she'll post bail. But I think it will stop her from bringing other young children into her bedroom. In the name of God, we must stop her!"
Grace's eyes reflected righteous wrath as she went on about the matter. "Women like her break up homes.
They damage our precious children. And like the blood-suckers they are-they can never get enough. They are always out there looking for a new thrill. We must stop her, dear-you know we must, and my own son will handle the details for you, at a reasonable fee-what do you say?"
"What can I say?" Helen smiled through misty eyes, "We must stop her!"
Helen let Grace phone the police. She didn't have the heart for it now. It all seemed so scandal-ridden that she quaked at the thought of telling even the police what had happened.
"Could I have the Vice Detail?" Grace asked calmly, when the local police answered the phone.
"Alright," the telephone switchboard operator said, connecting Grace to Vice. Grace had spoken to them many times before in her continuing effort to rid the society of its immorality.
"This is Grace Burkholder," she began calmly, "and I wish to report an adult who has been molesting a minor."
She gave all the details. And then the Vice Officer asked for proof.
"Are you suggesting I'm not an honest person?" she shot back at him.
"Not at all," the Vice Officer assured her, "but we can't operate our office on hearsay, lady. You must have the kid write it all out and sign it, or he can meet with us-we can tape it and then type it up and he can sign a statement. After that we will take action!"
"Alright-that's fine-we'll do it your way. I'm not used to these horrible happenings, of course-so I wasn't familiar with the procedure to be followed."
The point had been made, and now she knew very well what she had to do. Placing the phone back on its cradle, she explained what had to be done.
"Nothing to it, dear. Just have Bill tell the police what happened. They'll tape record it, have it typed up by a secretary and then he can sign it. They have something to go on then-as they can't take hearsay, of course-"
"Well, it's not hearsay," Helen assured Grace, "it's a fact-and I'll have Bill's signature on a sworn statement before the sun sets today."
"Good for you, darling-onward and upward!"
"Somebody has to stop this immorality," Helen declared dramatically, "and it might as well begin with me-" Helen met Bill at lunchtime at school, and told him, "take the day off, dear. You and I have more important things to tend to."
She drove her young son to a fashionable restaurant and let him order anything he wanted to eat. He ordered a large steak, french fries and a malt, after which he suggested a banana split for dessert.
Helen then explained what must be done.
"We've got to put a stop to wicked widow Culver," she said quietly, "and there is only one way to do it. You must come with me to the Police Station, dear, and tell a Vice Officer everything. They'll be very understanding as a minor and you have done nothing wrong. If you don't tell first, she could suggest you and Craig came over to her place and raped her."
That thought hit Bill with sharp impact. He thought perhaps he had better act first. The last thing he wanted was to be accused of something as awful as rape. He knew what he had to do, but he still felt guilty. He was aware of the unpleasant fact that he and Craig had actually blackmailed Donna Culver into committing the series of bizarre sexual acts they'd forced her to perform. But now the fear of being charged with "rape" terrified him. More than that this desire for a car was overpowering and he couldn't resist the temptation to do anything his Mother told him to-knowing well she would never buy the car for him-unless he cooperated with her now.
"I-I don't like to-" he hedged.
"I guess you aren't looking at things straight," his mother said sadly. "For your own protection-you must!"
Never before had he faced such an awful decision. He knew he would hurt Donna Culver. Her reputation would be ruined and his own reputation could not remain untarnished from the scandal.
"Mom-what about me?" he exploded, "I'll be ruined too."
"No, you won't," she assured him, "Juveniles have the protection of remaining anonymous. Your name will not surface anywhere. So you are safe. Wise up-think of your own interests, dear-you must!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
After Bill had given his story to the Juvenile authorities, it was typed up, and he signed it. That gave the authorities the proof they needed to come after the widow who had been pulled into a sexual nightmare because of her own inability to recognize what problems she was generating by not holding fast to the high moral code of conduct she had been following.
"What do you mean barging in here making such a false accusation," she declared angrily to the two Vice Officers who visited her.
"We're simply doing our job, lady," they informed her, "we've got a sworn statement from the kid who claims you molested him. Now, you've got your legal rights, and if you want to call an attorney he can get you out on bail."
"Bail-what the hell are you talking about?" she demanded angrily.
"Sorry, but that's the way it is-we've got to run you in, and the attorney can help you get the bail posted-" When the attorney she felt she must speak to wasn't in his office, Donna Culver knew she would have to go to jail. And this was what frightened her the most.
"You can call him again when you get down to the jail," a second officer assured her.
Donna knew she couldn't fight it any longer. Sobbing and crying she went to jail and was booked. The cell she was placed in didn't let her rest easy. She hated it. When she was granted permission to phone the attorney she wanted to once more-she found he had left town, and she'd have to wait over the weekend.
The ugly cell she was in made her feel all the more guilty for the acts she had committed with the minor. If only she had thought of the consequences of her dark deeds. Then, a visiting sheriff came by her cell and asked her how everything was.
"Awful," she told him, "If I had a drink I could endure it maybe."
"Hmmm," the muscular middle aged sheriff smiled at her, "maybe it could be arranged-why don't we talk about it?"
He got the key to her cell, opened it and came in with a bottle half an hour later. He poured some bourbon for her in a paper cup and handed it to the widow.
"Thank you-thank you so much," she told him.
"Drink up," the sheriff smiled, obviously eager to get her intoxicated. "Sort of eases the pain of the nightmare you are living through."
Donna nodded, extending her hand with the paper cup and accepting another drink from him. She was beginning to get bombed out.
"Maybe I could make it easy for you," he smiled, "that is, if you'd do me a favor... "
"Sure," Donna slurred drunkenly, "what kind of favor?"
The sheriff hesitated for along moment before he explained to her exactly what he expected. Finally, with a wry smile, he explained the kind of favor he had in mind. "We all get our kicks in different ways-don't we?"
"Yes, I guess so-"
"Like," he smiled, "you got your kicks out of molesting a teenage stud with a big, hard cock-am I right?"
Donna wasn't so drunk she couldn't reply to that.
"You're a damned liar," she declared, "I never molested nobody. That kid is a liar. Him and his brother forced... " Donna realized she was saying too much, and abruptly stopped.
"You don't have to explain nothing to me," the horny sheriff smiled, "I get my kicks using my leather belt on a naked woman's ass-I like to enter from the back door-get it?"
His eyes had wicked, erotic look that frightened her.
"You trying to tell me something?" she demanded angrily.
"You bet your sweet ass I am," the sheriff said sternly, "now just take off your clothes-I want you naked."
"I-I won't-"
"You better," the sheriff smiled, "I could always say you reached out and grabbed my prick when I-was walking by. That wouldn't help you any in court, now would it--? "
"You devil," she shrieked, "how dare you threaten me?"
Donna knew she was defeated. She might just as well take her clothes off and get it over with. While it was disgusting and insulting to be put down by such a mean man, she did appreciate the booze. Maybe it wouldn't be too awful after all-or so she hoped.
Fortunately, her wing of the cell wasn't occupied. At least no one could hear her cries for mercy the sheriff figured as he too began undressing. He watched carefully as Donna peeled off her clothes. When she hesitated to remove her brassiere, and panties and stand naked before him, he used his belt to lash her vigorously.
"Stop it! Damn you," the widow begged, "I hate you!"
"That's nice," the sadistic sheriff smiled.
She got out of her panties and bra now without further delay. The ugly sting of the belt lashing across her bare legs was anything but a pleasant sensation.
She knew what kind of a sex monster he was now, and she was fearful of what else he might do in the process of relieving himself of his pent-up sexual feelings that were apparently seeking an outlet.
At this point, she was a writhing bundle of nervous energy. She was tense and anxious and fearful. She had no idea what the sheriff had in mind, but she could tell from the firm set of his jaw, he had determination and was going to obtain his kicks anyway he cared to.
"Get down there on your hands and knees," the sheriff sneered.
"Why should I?" she demanded defiantly.
"Because I told you to," he said, his temper flaring. Frozen with fear at this point, she suddenly felt dirty all over. Donna was vividly aware of the ugly charges of being a "molester." She knew she was fair game for anything this warped man wanted.
Complaining as she got to her knees, she told him, "You'd just better take it easy-I've got my rights!"
It was a hollow threat, and the sheriff knew this.
"Who would believe a child molester's word against mine?" he snapped.
Donna was on her hands and knees now and the cold cement floor felt awful. She cringed as he brought the belt down hard over her bare behind. Over and over, the belt lashed across her bare bottom. Wincing in pain and anguish, she pleaded with him to stop.
"Stop it! Stop-stop torturing me," she begged him. But it was all to no avail. The sheriff could feel his penis throb with excitement as he cruelly continued. He used one hand on his penis now, jacking off slowly. At the same time, he used his other hand to let her have the belt across her bare ass cheeks. She hated the hideous sting of the belt lashing on her bottom, but she tried desperately to hide her torture she felt.
However, her response produced a reverse effect. He wanted to hear her cry out in anguish and beg for mercy.
"Don't you feel it?" he shrieked like a madman, "Maybe this will help you feel something?' The sheriff brought the leather belt down hard, only this time with the metal buckle cutting into her sensitive buttock flesh.
"Stop it! Stop it!" she sobbed, her body arching in pain, as the belt continued lashing across her naked body.
The sheriff was excited now with Donna's terrified response, and he didn't hesitate to tell her so.
"Now-now you're feeling something," he smiled sadistically, "and your cries of pain are amusing to me!"
Donna concluded she might as well give him what he wanted. Perhaps it might satisfy him faster. She glanced out of the corner of her eye, and saw the ugly spectacle of the sheriff pulling on his long hard cock vigorously, and smiling down upon her without mercy as he continued lashing her painfully with the leather belt. The metal buckle bit down cruelly over her tortured ass-cheeks.
"You're a monster," she finally gasped, unable to control her pent-up rage a moment longer. "You're sick-sick-sick!"
"Maybe I'm sick," he chuckled, "but I'm sure enjoying this."
Casting the belt aside, he got down behind her. She bent over farther, and over her shoulder saw what he was preparing to do. She knew he was determined to force his throbbing long cock up between her upturned ass-cheeks. The sheriff parted one ass cheek, and spit in his free hand-applying his own spittle to his long cock.
Donna cringed in pain as she felt him sliding his throbbing cock between her ass cheeks. He was shoving hard now to force it up her tight anal entrance. But he couldn't get it past the tight entrance to her ass-hole.
He spread her legs wider apart, leaving her anus vulnerable to his anal assault.
"No-no," she pleaded, "I-I can't stand it."
Her body trembled now, as the sheriff cruelly drove his thick prick up her tight, yielding ass-hole. He quit nudging at the tight puckered up anus, and with a forceful stab-rode it right up her ass-hole in a vigorous deep thrust. The young, ravished widow thought she was being torn in two.
"You're killing me-ohhh, I can't stand it," she moaned in pain, as he surged up her ass-hole all the way, enjoying it immensely.
He pushed in hard, driving even further now as he grasped her naked ass cheeks. Donna groaned with his new and even deeper cock stabs.
"Ohhhh, no-not there!" she begged, her hips squirming wildly as he rode up her ass-hole with a powerful jab.
She could hear him chuckling, laughing at her shame and helplessness, and this made her feel even more humiliated. He pulled her ass cheeks up so he could have easier access to her behind. Her buttocks clenched tightly in a last desperate effort to stop him from performing this unnatural sodomistic ravishment- but she was helpless against him.
"Pleeeassseeee! Ohhhh, p-pleasseeee don't hurt me," she mewled with fast-rising abandon, as he shoved his huge throbbing cock in her all the way. Her breast rose and fell as she choked for air to fill her lungs, and her naked pink nipples hardened with the strange surging heat of her own wanton desires. She cried openly now, sobbing with shame and despair as she felt the huge penis penetrating all the way.
But what was even worse for Donna was the fact her own defenses were crumbling. For once the initial pain of the cock-stab up her ass-hole had subsided, she found herself actually enjoying it. This was what terrified her the most.
"Fuck-fuck-fuck it," the sheriff demanded, wanting her to throw her ass in gear and cooperate with him.
Donna managed to raise her buttocks up to him, as he plowed down into her hot, still-tight ass-hole. This really got the sheriff excited.
"Now-now, just like that! Grab it with your ass, honey-ohhhh, ahhh, you're tight up there alright. Oh, baby- fuck-fuck hard!"
Donna now knew what he wanted. She tried to cooperate even though it was painful and difficult. But anything to get him off. Then the terrible pain and torture would subside. She threw her ass back to meet his driving cock-jabs. She felt him gripping her bare ass cheeks, squeezing them without mercy as he continued sliding in her.
Reaching underneath her, he slipped his finger in her moistening pussy, and let it flick back and forth across her clitoris. She hated to admit it but she was obtaining a measure of pleasure from this kind of demented sexual frenzy. The sheriff could tell she liked it, by the way her ass rocked back to meet his penetrating cockstab.
"Fuck-fuck?' he grunted, as he finger-stabbed her vagina, and kept his penis plunging up her tortured ass- hole without mercy. She could tell he was about ready to cum. His breath was coming short now as he continued riding up her hot, tight ass-hole.
"Ahhhhh, ohhhhhh-I'm coming, I'm coming," he cried as he shot his wad up her ass-hole. Now he was able to ram it up her behind with smooth, even strokes. His own cum-juice was providing a superb lubrication.
At this point, Donna had to confess to herself she was enjoying it. The pain of the initial thrust up her tight, tortured ass-hole was over. He was sliding in his own cum-juice, in a rhythmic effort to shoot more semen up her behind.
When the sheriff finally did pull his cock out of her butt, he slapped her buttocks, and squeezed them.
She staggered to her feet, and reached for her clothes. She felt so degraded and humiliated. She wanted to conceal her nakedness as quickly as possible. The sheriff dressed, and left her alone.
The hours seemed to crawl by like years. She hated the anguish she had been forced to endure, and wanted to somehow discover a way out of her peril-ridden predicament. Finally, she managed to lie down on the make-shift bed and get some sleep. But it was a troubled sleep. For she had nightmares. She felt as though she was being pursued by some giant creature with twenty arms. Whenever she would try to escape, one of those monster-like arms would reach out and pull her back. She awoke in a cold sweat, and realized it was the middle of the night. Finally, she managed to drift off to sleep again.
The next day she decided to find another attorney. But, she didn't have to bother. Her mother had heard the news about her arrest through a relative, and came to see her.
"Oh, Mom-I'm so glad to see you," she wept.
"I wish I could say the same," her mother shook her head in despair. "We tried to bring you up to be respectable, but you have hurt all of us."
"Aren't you going to help me?" Donna asked her mother, hoping she would show some mercy for her situation.
"I wish I could," her mother assured her, "but I'm not in a financial position to be of any assistance. The Public Defender will represent you."
"Couldn't you post bail for me, mother?"
The pleading look in her daughter's eyes, almost made her give in.
"No-no I can't. Your bail is set at five thousand dollars, and I don't have that kind of money. You should think of such things when you get into such sticky, evil acts."
There was s self-righteous look on her mother's face that bothered her. It was obvious she was obtaining a certain kind of delight in talking to her like this. And she was determined not to pay any attention... no matter how much her daughter suffered, "There's a price to pay for every sin we commit," her mother reminded her, "and, dear child-you are paying your price now. Think of that poor young boy whose life you ruined. You always were a wild child."
Donna felt such disgust and contempt for her mother now she didn't want to hear another word of her vicious assault on her character.
"You can go now, mother dear," she said with heavy sarcasm tingeing her tone, her eyes looking at her with obvious disgust.
"I'll pray for you," her mother smiled, "everything will work out alright-don't you worry."
As she left, Donna looked away. If real good friends like that, who needs enemies she thought to herself.
The following day the Public Defender listened to Donna tell her story.
"This young man forced himself on me," she insisted, "he was the paper boy at my apartment. I think he felt something for me for a long time. I shall never forget when my husband Harry was living how he acted. He would carry on."
The young Public Defender looked at Donna and shook his head.
"That is not enough, Mrs. Culver. We need proof that he was casing your place, thinking of you and making some kind of sign or signal that made you feel he was interested in you sexually speaking. I can't represent you with such flimsy statements. Did he ever make an overt suggestion to you concerning his sexual feelings, you allege you sense he had for you?"
"Not exactly," she admitted, "but I knew it. I can't say how I knew, but I sensed it... a woman's intuition,"
"That won't do in court either," he told her flatly. "Unless you have something concrete-we can't use it."
More and more as she spoke with the Public Defender she realized that she had a slim chance of obtaining any kind of fair court hearing. She wanted to tell how he'd brought his brother over, and made her perform all kind of unspeakable acts. But she couldn't.
"Don't you have anything else you can tell me so I can help you?" he demanded.
Donna began re-constructing the entire events that led up to her having sex with the minor.
"He came in to collect," she began, "and before I knew what was happening he had me in the bedroom and was raping me."
Tears rolled down her cheeks as she related the sorry details of the entire sexual episode. Some details were based on fact, others were based upon what she thought would help her in court.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Donna had high hopes that her trial would take place shortly. But those hopes were dashed on the rocks of reality when the Public Defender explained to her that because the Court Calendar was crowded she might have to wait for some time to put in her appearance at court.
When she was all alone in her dismal jail cell she had lots of time to think. The teenage boy who had turned on her had almost destroyed her faith in human nature. She knew he wanted it as bad as she did. Yet, she had no right to take advantage of youth, and this is what the judge would undoubtedly say.
When she saw the sheriff coming down the hallway to her cell, she looked at him as if he was the first man she had ever seen-or touched. It had been terrifying to be left alone like this. Maybe he would help her. If only she had some booze-then she could forget at least momentarily the nightmare she was being forced to live.
He opened her cell door, and pulled a bottle out of his hip pocket. She reached for it as a person who is sinking in a swelling sea reaches for a lifesaver.
'Thank you-thank you," she breathed.
The sheriff smiled, "drink up-we'll have ourselves a good time. I would have come back before, but there was someone down the hall in another cell-and I wanted you alone in this cell block. I don't like company for what I have in mind."
Tilting the whiskey bottle to her lips, Donna let so much of it pour down her throat at one time, she nearly choked.
"Ohh, ahh" she gurgled, as she pulled the bottle away from her mouth, trying hard to catch her breath.
The sheriff laughed to see how much a drink meant to her.
"You sure like the stuff," he smiled.
Donna didn't say anything. She could never forget the terrifying time he had given her before and she determined she would take it easy.
"Okay, molester," he leered down at her, his eyes taking in the full expanse of her body, "get your clothes off. I want you bare ass naked."
Before undressing himself, the sheriff took one last furtive glance around and made sure no one was coming down the hall. This he knew he couldn't afford. Convinced the coast was clear, he began to undress. First, he removed his shirt, exposing the strong chest, and then he took off his pants and jockey shorts. She began undressing now too. But her eyes never left his body for an instant. She wanted to make sure he didn't lash across her face with his brutal leather belt. She still had some swellings on her buttocks where he'd clipped her with the lashing belt-buckle.
When the sheriffs pants dropped onto the concrete prison cell floor, he stepped out of them, and then threw his shoes and socks to the side... and all the while never taking his eyes off Donna.
"Mmmmmmmm... nice," he breathed deeply, extending his hand to caress the long, thick flesh of his penis.
It throbbed under his touch, swelling into full, jutting erection... a man-sized hardness any guy would have been proud of.
"Touch it," the sheriff smiled.
Donna who was standing there in her brassiere and panties now, reached out haltingly and touched the sheriffs penis cautiously.
"Now, come closer," he told her.
Remembering his passion for violence, she moved closer, but her fears could not stop her from trembling.
"Relax-relax-" he smiled, delighting in the fact she was fearful. Reaching around her, the sheriff unfastened her brassiere. It fell to the cement floor, and he saw her tantalizing breasts jutting out, their distended nipples becoming most enticing.
Reaching out the sheriff pinched her hard nipples until she howled in pain and protest.
"Stop it! Stop it! You're hurting me!"
A slow smile played about the sheriffs cruel lips as he could see the blood rushing to her nipples, as he pinched them without mercy.
Glancing down, she saw his thick cock quiver. It was obvious that her physical pain was his erotic pleasure.
What a strange man he was, she reasoned. But he stood between her and the outside world as the only connection she had. Alienated from everyone now, she was grateful for him-even though the relationship was in many ways most painful.
"While I pinch your tits, you gently stroke my prick," he demanded. It was an awful demon that possessed him she thought. What a monster to ask her to gently caress his cock while he tortured her sensitive bosoms.
"I hate you!" she finally blurted, pulling her hand away from his throbbing penis.
"You shouldn't have done that," he snapped. It was apparent that he imagined himself to be some kind of royalty and wanted to be treated accordingly. It infuriated her to have to put up with such madness. But nevertheless, she knew what she had to do.
Slowly now she let her hand stroke his manmeat, as he smiled down at her, triumphant in his position of power.
When his cock-tip started to ooze drops of crystal cum, he told her to stop. "Now, that's enough! Get on the floor and let me try something different."
"Oh, God, you're not going to sodomize me," she pleaded, a look of terror surfacing in her eyes, her voice tense and nervous now.
"Do as I tell you," he ordered her, becoming disturbed over the fact she would ever question his judgment.
She got on the floor, and her body shivered in fear. It pleased the sheriff to see her cringe.
"Close your eyes," he demanded.
Obediently, Donna closed her eyes. She didn't know what was going to happen next, but this she did know.
To defy the sadistic sheriff was to invite more misery. With her eyes closed, the sheriff told her to bend over.
As she bent over he went to pick out the gun from its holster he always carried with him. Then, he ordered Donna, "Bend over-kneel and bend over! That's how you do it!"
She bent over all the way, and then he spit on the muzzle of the gun and began inserting it up between her ass globes. Donna felt a cold draft between her ass-cheeks, as the sheriff began sliding the spit-coated gun farther up between her buttocks.
"Oh, God, you wouldn't shove a gun up my ass-hole, oh, no-you're demented. Stop it! Stop it!"
It was awful. He wanted to almost kill her. She was terrified to feel the awful gun sliding farther up... ever farther.
"Please! I'll do anything-but not this---" It was apparent to Donna the sheriff was getting his rocks running the cold steel of the revolver up her ass- cheeks.
"Stop it-stop-please stop-" she sobbed hysterically, as he brought the tip of the gun to her anus, and then shoved with a forceful, hard jab.
"Fuck it," he demanded.
Donna felt it slide past her tight anal ring, and right up her sore ass-hole. It felt awful. But even more degrading was that he expected her to participate in this evil act of sodomy with a gun.
"Swing your butt," the sheriff demanded angrily, and when she didn't instantly cooperate he brought his rough hand down hard over her bare ass-cheeks.
"When I tell you something," he boomed, "you listen-and you obey me!"
She realized what kind of obedience he expected and it made her ill to cooperate in such madness.
Donna's ass cheeks rose and fell in the rhythm of the gun he kept slipping up her behind. She hated him for degrading her like this. Out of the corner of her eye she could see what he was doing with his other hand.
The sheriff had a firm grip on his long hard cock. He was pulling on his penis in a jack-off motion, as he kept the gun invading her tight anus.
"Fuck the gun," he smiled. "Shove back, and I'll ride it up your ass when you do!"
She wanted to throw up. Her head was spinning, her stomach was churning. Her ass rose and fell in time to that awful gun he kept sliding up her butt, and then he withdrew the gun, tossing it aside-and started to mount her from behind.
Grasping the voluptuous swell of her naked buttocks, he taunted her by squeezing her ass cheeks lewdly, and then very slowly permitting his throbbing hard penis to slip between them. She would tense-up fearing he would ride up her butt any moment now.
Finally, unable to stand the tension any longer, she begged for mercy. "I'll do anything you say-anything, but please don't shove that cock up my ass. You'll kill me-please-please!"
Donna was bent over and sobbing now as she pleaded with the sheriff not to thrust his cock up her tight, taut behind.
Gripping her ass-cheeks firmly, he plunged forward farther. By going at it slowly, he made it more terrifying for her. She had no idea when the urge would hit him to ram it up her ass-hole without mercy. She vowed she must stop him.
"Stick it in my pussy," she begged, "I-I can give you a good screw there, but leave my ass alone."
"Like you fucked that teenage kid-is that the kind of screw you could give me?" the sheriff asked angrily, obtaining special delight in seeing her tremble and quiver as he prepared to drive his cock home.
The ardent flames of lust that burned in his balls forced him to do what he had to. With a driving, hard jab, he plunged his cock all the way up her tight ass-hole.
"Ohhh, ahhhh-please-please don't!" she pleaded. When her cries reached the point of hysteria, he clamped his hand over her mouth. She could barely breathe.
She was squirming under his weight, but it was to no avail. The sheriff was so strong and powerful that he kept her under submission quite easily.
"Fuck!" he demanded, "Fuck it!"
The desperate pain of the initial thrust almost killed her. Now, he was sliding it up her hot ass-hole with urgency.
"Fuck-fuck," he demanded.
The driving, stabbing cock continued riding up Donna's ass-hole, and once more she felt her body tingle.
The pain-trip had ended, and she was starting to enjoy it. Her hot, clasping grip of his cock aroused him all the more.
"Aaahhhhh... it's going in deeper," he grunted, as he surged up her ass-hole all the way.
"Oohhhhhh! Yessssss!" she whimpered animalishly, grunting through her teeth as the tight, rubbery grip of her ass-hole pulled him inside her all the way.
The sheriff gasped at the ravenous pleasure he was experiencing. He closed his eyes, and continued entering her ass-hole with deep-thrusting strokes. He was like a stallion mounting a mare in heat.
Donna was in pain... that rapturous, secret pain that only a woman will ever know, the agonizingly delicious pain of being ass-fucked.
Every inch of the sheriffs hard, manly prick was in her. Her nakedness beneath him mewling and writhing with frenzied, hurtful passion.
Donna gurgled and grunted with every thrust of the sheriffs long, stiff prick; her buttocks were upturned beneath his weight and he could see the rippling aftershocks of his wanton deep-thrusting ass-fuck. She was shivering, yet enjoying it at last.
She felt the thrust of his long hard cock driving deep inside her. She wondered how much of this she could take. He could do anything to her, hurt her, make her scream... and she felt powerless to answer with any pain of her own.
The sheriffs breath was coming deep now and hurriedly. He was pushing in her ass-hole with all his virile strength and she met him with surprising vigor, pushing up against him with anxious fury. He was like a man possessed with demoniacal frenzy as he drove his cock steadily in her.
Alternately, he would pump his prick up her ass swiftly, and then slowly. She enjoyed the slow, rhythmic way he'd build up to a crescendo, and then stop just before he spilled his balls.
The sheriff laughed softly as his cock surged up her, with full potent erection... "Oh, you stupid cunt! You need to be fucked by a man-not some idiot kid. Fuck now-fuck-I'm almost there!"
He drove it into her with increasing intensity, determined to get it off.
"Ahhh, ohhhh-fuck-fuck-fuck off!"
At this point, his cock exploded high up her ass-hole. He was sliding in his own cum juice as he continued thrusting.
When he did pull his cock out of her ass-hole, she figured she was through at last. Donna collapsed in a heap on the cold cement prison floor, breathing rapidly, exhausted by trying to keep pace with his wanton sexual lusts.
"Roll over," he insisted, "I want to try this in you."
She looked at a plastic penis which was equipped with some strange electrical devices.
"What's that?" she asked fearfully.
"You'll enjoy it," he insisted. "Spread your legs-" When she didn't immediately spread her legs, he saw to it that she did. He got his belt from his pants and began lashing her across her bosoms. She flinched in fear and trembling.
"Stop it! Stop it-you bastard!"
Clapping his hand down hard over her mouth he insisted she say no more. Unable to breathe with his hand clamped over her like this, she finally did quiet down. He then proceeded to insert the vibrating penis in her moist pussy hole. Straddling her now, and grinning sadistically at the performance he waited for the right moment.
Suddenly, he clamped his hand down hard over her face. At that point he flipped on a switch at the top of the plastic penis he was inserting in her hot pussy hole. All at once her body jerked, and squirmed for she could feel her pussy almost burning up.
"Ahh, ohhhh-stop it-stop it," she protested, "ohhh-ahhh, I can't stand it-" The sensations she felt in her vagina tortured her now. She wondered how much of this awful pain and anguish she could endure.
The terrifying tingle and jagged jolts gave her the feeling her pussy was being electrocuted.
But her pain and anguish only brought a delighted smile to the sheriffs lips. "Feel good?" he asked her, winking knowingly.
She couldn't reply. Her trembling body, and quivering lower lip told the sheriff what her response was. Again, she saw his penis harden as he forced her to submit to such degradation and humiliation.
"I want you to cum while I screw you with this plastic prick," he told her, pleased with himself now. "Fuck-fuck you!"
While he used one hand to screw her with the plastic penis which was painful, he used his free hand to tweak her nipples.
At first Donna felt anything but aroused as he kept up his terrible stabbing of the plastic penis in her vagina.
Now, coupled with the pinching of her nipples, she was starting to feel something.
The sheriff immediately caught on to this, and he was delighted.
"You see," he grinned down at her, "you're enjoying it now."
It was true, she had found some kind of perverted pleasure in the stabbing plastic prick, with the electrical jolts generated through its battery system. And when he pinched her nipples so hard they became blood- red, she had enjoyed that too.
"Pretend that plastic cock is for real," he smiled, "go ahead-fuck it-I want to watch you squirm... " Closing her eyes as she lay there with splayed legs, and the plastic cock riding rhythmically inside her, she tried to grind her hips, clutch the plastic cock in her tight pussy and fuck just the way he told her to. It was not an easy thing to do, but she knew she must try.
"Fuck-fuck-fuck it," he demanded.
She pumped her pelvis forward, her eyes still closed, trying to ignore the jagged edges of pain that seared through her tormented vagina when he'd flip the "On" switch on.
"Ohhhh, ahh-stop-stop-stop it," she whimpered as he rammed it in lewdly. Yet, she was juicing. He had so perfectly ridden it into her, that it was finally feeling good.
Her pussy juices trickled down her inner thigh. Hastily he slipped the plastic penis from her hot hole, and got his face down in there so he could lap her pussy juices up.
His hot tongue slid inside her, and he stabbed in all the way-enjoying it enormously.
"Ohhh, ahhh-eat me," she begged as the sheriff sucked on her sweet crotch. A moment before she'd despised this perverted sex beast. But when he slithered his pink tongue in her, it felt good.
The clinging slit of her pussy tasted good to his tongue. Momentarily, he withdrew his tongue, gazing excitedly at her moist pink pussy flesh. He could easily see her erect clitoris. Whipping his tongue inside her ravenous pussy lips, he let it lash and lick until she loved it.
"Suck me-suck me," she blurted, her eyes tightly clenched, tears of naked humiliation trickling over the blushed cheeks.
She reached down and ran her fingers through the sheriffs hair. He was acting human at last. There was no pain connected with the sexual excitement he was seeking now. She threw her naked legs over his shoulders, pumping her pelvis forward.
The sheriffs face was buried in the beautiful brunette's crotch. He sniffed the pungent aroma of her crotch, enjoying her enormously.
"Aaaaaagghh! Suck me, suck me," she groaned in her erotic frenzy, her thighs holding him tight to her now.
Deeper and deeper he plowed into her, almost cutting off his air as he got inside her pussy. She moaned her frantic approval.
"Ahhh... you're tongue is so deep in my pussy. Yes, yes... God, I love it. I love it," she cried out in her sexual ecstasy as she came.
He was completely turned on now, decided that she was becoming quite a rapturous lover.
"Oh, God... yes... yes... I'm... I'm cumming! I'm CUMMING!" Donna screamed loudly, quivering as she pumped frantically up and down, levering herself skillfully, as the sheriff held her tightly.
"Ohhh, ahhh-I-I can't stand it," she groaned when he nibbled her erect clitoris, sucking on it noisily.
Finally, he released his grip on her silken ass cheeks, and withdrew his tongue from her pussy.
She thrilled to the way he pressed his lips against her pussy-lips, and then inserted his tongue again as if Frenching her vagina.
Finally, the sheriff withdrew from her pussy. She felt a sense of relief when he had done so. She was tired of being subjected to so many shameful sexual acts. She knew that her own guilt was increasing for she was trapped in a sexual whirlpool of lust.
The sheriff put his clothes on quietly, and she did too.
"When you can bring me another bottle, I'd sure appreciate it," she confided, "it would make me forget a lot of my misery."
The sheriff nodded. "Yes, I'll bring you another bottle. Don't you worry about that. Looks like you're going to be with us for awhile. I hear the Court Calendar is awful crowded right now."
"What difference does it make?" she said despairfully, "the judge will probably throw me right back in this dump."
"I see you like it here," the sheriff laughed.
"Yeah-all the comforts of home," she said evenly.
Donna was dressing now too, and the sheriff was paying little or no attention to her. He had gotten all he wanted from her.
When she saw him dressed, and sliding his gun back in his holster, she couldn't help asking him the question, "was that gun loaded?"
"Sure, baby, sure-I always keep my gun loaded."
"What would have happened if you accidentally pulled the trigger when you had it up my behind?"
The sheriff paused a moment, and mused about what might have happened.
"I guess you'd have suffered a burned-out ass-hole," he chuckled.
"I don't find that amusing," she said softly.
"You don't have a sense of humor," he insisted, as he opened the cell door, and started to leave.
"You've got a sense of humor," he told her, "a perverted one!"
The sheriff didn't bother turning around to retort to her cutting comment. She'd taken care of him, and that was all he cared about her.
CHAPTER NINE
The next day Donna wondered what the prison matron was talking about when she said she had someone to see her.
"Who?" she asked anxiously.
"I don't know who," she replied coolly, "I just got orders to bring you out to the visitor's room."
She went out and saw her mother waiting to see her. At first she felt like turning away. Her mother had been so unkind and shown so little feeling for her that she didn't care to speak to her.
"Donna," her mother spoke softly, "I've got some good news for you."
"Like what? You bring me a knife so I can slice my throat. That would help-you and me. I'd be out of my misery and you wouldn't have to worry about scandal. I'm sure the girls at the bridge club are having a ball going over all the gory details of me being a molester."
Her mother stared at her in hot contempt. She didn't say a word, and Donna was about to get up and walk away from her when she finally did break her silence.
"I didn't come here to be treated like dirt," she declared, "I came here out of the goodness of my heart to help you. If you can't accept help graciously I'm leaving-do you understand?"
Donna sat there with her head bowed. She wanted to burst out in tears. Finally her mother was acting half- human. It had not been easy to endure the multiple insults she had been forced to suffer through. But now she knew she would have to have the humility to accept her mother's assistance.
"Thanks, Mom," she said softly, "I-I do appreciate your help. You know I do."
"I've had to borrow money from my sister Stephanie to help you with an attorney. I can't bear to think of you going through that trial without anyone standing up for you."
"Oh, mother... I love you," she whispered affectionately.
Her mother's immediate response was frank, and to the point.
"You wouldn't love me if you knew my motivation. I simply don't want to be scandalized by your bad conduct.
I could never hold my head up high if they gave you "time" for being a molester."
Despite her mother's crude way of telling her that she was, in effect, doing it for herself and not for her, Donna was nevertheless grateful. And then her mother explained how it would all be handled.
"There is an attorney by the name of Anthony Files who will take over the case for you, dear. So, you don't have anything to worry about. Of course, I'm certain these ugly charges of your being a molester are simply not true."
"No-no, mom-they're not true," she said unsteadily, wondering whether or not her mother could detect the fact she was spinning a series of lies to cover up the awful truth.
"Tomorrow attorney Files will come to see you-I'm sure he will prove to be an excellent man for this case.
Looking at you now with your hair all messed up you're not going to make a very pretty appearance in court."
"They don't have a beauty parlor here, I'm sorry," Donna told her mother who was always concerned with what Donna felt were trifles.
They parted, and Donna went back to confinement. She was glad her mother had brought her some reading material. But as she opened the first page of the magazine she realized what morbid reading material it was.
The first story was about a man who claimed he cut the guy's throat before he stripped and killed the girl.
She read on, "When the nocturnal kidnapper bound the young fellow and slashed his throat from ear to ear, he could assault the girl at his leisure. She was beyond help when the New York police found her nude, sexually abused body, but her friend's incredible memory and will to live-despite a near-fatal wound-had promised to be of vital importance in the all-out search for her murderer."
She put the magazine down. Here she was in jail with people like this she thought. How depressing. Her mind wandered back to the first day she met Bill. He was such a wholesome, friendly paperboy. She had no reason to suspect he would make sexual demands upon her. Nor did she ever imagine she would think of him in a sexual context. However, once her husband Harry had passed on to his reward, she was grimly aware of the loneliness that sets in, when widow-hood commences. It made her feel very sad just thinking about it all now.
Perhaps reading the story about the tragedy would offer some momentary escape from the ugly realities she faced in her own life. At least nobody could accuse her of murder. She began reading the story about Westchester County. It sounded like a beautiful place to live from the description the author was giving-a place with clean air, relatively safe streets and good schools. The county was bordered by the Hudson River on one side, and Long Island Sound on the other, with the Bronx to the south. But the murder was set in the most remote section of Pound Ridge, about 30 miles from Manhattan. There were winding roads threaded through wooded hillsides. The story told about a young single man who gave a ride home to an 18 year old girl he met at a bar. They drove down a desolate highway until he had the urge to urinate. Getting out of his car, he relieved himself, and then went back to his car. At that point he heard a voice say, "Don't look! Don't move! This is a stick up!"
Clutching her throat, and reading on, Donna read where the stunned young man turned to see he was looking at the barrel of an automatic pistol pointing at his head. The man, with the gun was wearing sunglasses. He got in the back seat of the car and demanded the driver's wallet.
The man in the back seat reached down and pulled out the driver's wallet. He got the $42 that was there. At gunpoint he now ordered the young man to start the car and turn it around. Next, he told him to start down the highway. With the cold pistol butt at his neck, the driver did as he was told. When he asked where he was going, the man with the gun snapped, "Shut up and just keep going and nobody will get hurt!"
Then, he told him to turn the car to the left. The driver negotiated the left turn and drove up a remote winding road. The couple were finally told to stop at the top of the hill before a small white, frame house, and finally ordered out of the car.
"Keep your hands behind your back," the gunman demanded. They both did just that.
They were petrified with fear as they walked toward the house with its lights on. The gunman opened the screen door, and the inside door and ordered them to walk into the place. Next he ordered them both to lie down on the floor. He asked the girl to tie the young man's hands behind him with a belt. When she couldn't do it, he threw a tie to her, and demanded her once more to tie his hands. When she had tied him up, he took her upstairs, and then came back with a plastic bag which he pulled down over the man's head. Once he'd slipped that down over his head, he cunt his throat from ear to ear with a wooden handled steak knife...
and then the blood-" In a rage, Donna threw the magazine to the floor. What a morbid thing for her mother to bring such a magazine for her to read. Here she was in jail. No doubt there were grisly killers, and people who were criminally insane locked up with her in this hell-hole. And it made her sick to her stomach just thinking about it. Her mind was spinning now, and she wished there was some way she could escape the troubling thoughts that constantly tormented her. It was obvious her mother wanted to put the fear of God in her, and it was working.
It was a dangerous game she was playing and she realized as never before she must not just pick up with any man. No doubt some of them would be killers, who were out seeking their own kind of kicks. She recalled the Snuff Movie scandal she'd read about in the papers where there was a crazy man who would hire models for sex movies and then torture and kill them when he could lure them to a shack in the desert.
She had difficulty that night sleeping just thinking about it all.
The next day she met with Anthony Files, her attorney.
"Your mother is a remarkable woman," the attorney beamed, "She thinks so much of you she will sacrifice anything to help you out of this rather sticky situation-"
"Forget her," Donna snapped, "I want you to think about me, and how you can get me out of here!"
"Unfortunately, your mother doesn't have the money for the bail and apparently you don't either. So, I'm afraid we'll just have to wait until your case comes up in court."
The attorney then began suggesting things she might do to help herself.
"If you have friends who will be character witnesses for you that will help."
"I-I don't think I have anybody," she admitted, shaking her head sadly. "I-I don't know who I could call upon-"
"Tell me-what happened?"
Donna related the details of her erotic adventure with the paper-boy slanting the story so she was the victim.
"Very touching," the attorney mumbled, "but he raped you, why didn't you come forward before? It couldn't be because you were a lonely, horny widow and actually enjoyed the young man's sexual performance, could it?"
Donna was infuriated by what he had to say.
"What an awful thing for you to suggest?" she snapped in righteous indignation. "I didn't want to go through the painful publicity and trauma of bringing rape charges against the young man-that's the truth!"
"I believe you-I believe you," the attorney nodded, obviously pleased. "I was just checking out your responses. In court, they catch you off-guard. That is part of the trial system, and every attorney knows how to play the jury's prejudices. So, you must be prepared for anything!"
Donna heaved a grateful sigh of relief.
"For a moment there, I thought you actually thought I was a molester. I'm relieved to find out you were simply using a court-room tactic to see my response. It was one of righteous indignation, Mr. Files, and why not? After all I've been abused and now maligned. Sometimes I don't know whether I care to go on... " Seeing his client was becoming despondent, Attorney Files cut in quickly, "you mustn't contemplate suicide, my dear. I fear that would only confirm your guilt. If you plan to take your life, please postpone it until I've completed the trial."
"Why?" she asked crisply, "so I can clear my name and make my dear mother breathe easily, and assure you of getting your trial fee? Is that the reason I should put off killing myself."
"I hate to say this," the attorney shook his head in despair, "but you do sound disturbed. Perhaps we could argue that you weren't yourself after your husband died, if all else fails."
"Forget it," Donna declared dramatically, "I'm not mad, and I'm no molester. I can tell anybody that-- anybody!"
"Good," the attorney smiled, "then you can tell that to the lie detector when the prison psychologist visits you."
Stunned into a shocked silence for a moment, Donna tried to recover her senses. While she might be able to tell her lie to the attorney and her mother with dramatic impact, she wasn't quite so sure she could convince a lie detector she was telling the truth-when she knew very well she wasn't.
"Oh, of course," she nodded, smiling nervously. "II want to cooperate every way I know how."
"The prison psychologist will give you a series of tests," he explained, "and after I've made a study of the results I will meet with you again."
"Thanks a-lot," Donna snapped.
"Don't thank me," the attorney said without feeling, "thank your mother-she's paying me, and that's why I'm here."
As he got up to leave, Donna realized that indeed was the only reason he was there. For she could detect a hidden contempt he felt for her, and this pained her. After all, she wasn't really a molester, she reasoned.
The young teenage boy wanted sex with her just as much as she wanted it with him. So, why make her assume the big burden of guilt? Why? She couldn't get over the feeling within her that she had been dealt unfairly with by most everyone.
She had this same feeling when she met with a young, fresh out of college, prison psychologist. He seemed so dignified with his white uniform, his black horn-rimmed glasses and studious manner.
"We have a few tests we'd like to give you," he told her, "I hope you don't mind."
"Tests?"
"Simple little tests. We'll begin with the ink blot test."
Donna looked at the strange series of ink blots. She wondered why on earth he was handing her these strange looking configurations.
"What am I supposed to do?"
"You are supposed to tell me what you see-that's all-it's really very simple... " As Donna held the white piece of paper and looked at the ink blot it contained it didn't seem that simple to her. Nevertheless, she tried desperately to read some meaning into the strange-appearing splash of black on white paper.
"I see a mask," she said, pointing to what appeared to be a mask. "What else?"
"Two eyes-yes-two eyes staring straight ahead-"
"Is that all you see, Mrs. Culver?" the prison psychologist asked, making notes of everything she had said thus far.
"Yes-that's all... "
"Next, we have a word association test," he explained, "When I say a word-you say the first thing that comes into your mind... "
"What?"
"If I say moon-you might say June-just like that, but be quick." Even though Donna thought it was a rather silly psychological test, she did want to cooperate with the prison psychologist, perhaps he could help her.
She desperately needed help now.
"Table... " he began.
"Chair... " Donna replied.
"Life... " he continued.
"Death," she said quickly.
"Boy... " he said rapidly.
"Sex," she replied just as rapidly.
The test ended there, and she somehow sensed she had said something he wanted to hear but she wasn't certain of what it was.
"Now, we have the lie detector test," he told her. "We'll just ask you a few questions, and we'll fit these things on you."
It gave Donna an uncomfortable feeling as he fitted the cords to her, and then began asking questions she didn't care to answer.
"Did the young man who is charging you with molesting him sexually, actually rape you in reality-or did you actually molest him?"
Donna's heart was pounding rapidly. She felt as thought she was being scientifically cross-examined. Her head pounded, and her knees went weak as her stomach churned.
"Relax-and answer the question, Mrs. Culver-" Donna felt herself become still more tense, as she whispered, "He raped me-that's what really happened- that's the damned truth!"
"How many times?"
"Twice," she said quietly.
"Was it alone or with someone else?"
"First time-alone, and the second time with his brother."
"Why didn't you go to the police?"
"I... I value my reputation," she explained, "I didn't want to let anybody know what I've suffered... " At this point, Donna had worked herself up emotionally where she went into a crying jag. She figured this might convince the prison psychologist of her innocence.
However, it didn't prove effective at all.
T would suggest you control yourself," he said crisply, "the court calendar is so crowded, we don't have time for people who get too emotional, so just relax... " Donna quit sobbing and exclaimed softly, "there are awful people in this world-I'm finding that out-fast."
CHAPTER TEN
The trial proved to be a nightmare for Donna. Her mother came and made a dramatic plea before the jury concerning her daughter's innocence. Donna listened throughout the testimony and then took the witness stand to speak in her behalf. Fortunately, she was able to convince both the judge and jury of her innocence, and managed to go free as at least one member of the hung jury apparently believed her story.
Fortunately, none of the psychological tests were called upon in the courtroom, and she was finally released.
Her mother was so happy that her daughter had not been convicted that she suggested throwing a small dinner party at her place. But Donna declined.
"I've been through so much," she explained, "I just want to be alone. After all, my name has been in the papers, along with the sordid story of my being a molester. Even though I know I'm not guilty, I still feel humiliated and degraded by it all.
Her mother listened tearfully to Donna's nervous response, and she could understand.
"Go home, dear, and get a good night's rest. You've been through your personal hell, alright-and you deserve peace and quiet. I'll call off the celebration dinner party and we can get together some other time for that. I might drop over tonight around eight."
Donna hugged her mother appreciatively, and a few moments later took a taxi to her apartment. It was with a great sense of relief that she was home at last. She didn't care for the troubles she'd been forced to live through, and she wanted some kind of escape. Fortunately, the bar in the living room was very well supplied with booze. Gratefully, she poured herself a double scotch on the rocks, and relaxed. She wanted to take off all her clothes. She hated anything that felt confining and desperately wanted the feeling of freedom.
She stripped in the living room, tossing her clothes on the floor, over the arm of the chair, and on a nearby sofa. Donna didn't care where anything landed, happy that she was free at last. She danced about the room, returning to the bar for another drink. Donna went to pick up the phone and discovered it wasn't working.
Then it hit her with impact-she'd neglected to pay the phone bill and they'd turned it off.
A couple more drinks and she was feeling no pain. And then the doorbell sounded. She kept the double latch chain on the door as she carefully opened it, "What do you want?"
"Telegram," a male voice announced.
Reaching out she picked up the telegram. But before she knew what was happening, the chain on the door was broken. The man was barging through the door, and boldly coming right in.
"What the hell are you doing?" she demanded.
Before she could say another word, a second man was coming in too. She wanted to cry out, but they immediately slapped tape over her mouth.
"Relax, lady," the first man told her, "no problem if you relax!"
She understood all too well what they were trying to say. She was fearful of what they might do to her, and she didn't want to have them carve her up for she saw them brandishing knives.
"Please, please-don't hurt me," Donna begged.
"Not if you cooperate," the first man who had entered told her flatly. "You be good to us-we'll be good to you!"
He caught sight of Donna's drink sitting on an end table, and his eyes roamed around the room, searching for the bar. He didn't take long in locating it, and went over to the bar, picked out a bottle of bourbon, opened it, and brought it to his lips. He drank heartily and then came back to her. Donna was pulling the tape off her mouth.
"I-I can barely breathe with that damned thing covering my mouth."
The second man removed his belt and excitedly lashed it across her back. "Get up, sweetheart," he smirked, "and start walkin'... to the bedroom... you're going to get screwed like you never got screwed before... " They were both young men in their twenties, and they were wearing black leather jackets, and jeans. The first man was sandy-haired with blue eyes and freckles. If he didn't have such a mean look in his eyes he might look like the All-American boy.
The second young man was a pale-skinned kid, with beady blue eyes, and long blonde hair. He too had that cruel, vicious look that she couldn't help link with a killer.
When they got her in the bedroom, the first man pulled back the bedspread and yanked a sheet out from under a blanket.
"What are you doing?"
"I want to have you spread-eagled over the bed," he said tightly. "I'll tie your wrists and ankles with this sheet."
Donna wanted to tell him to stop. Those were her new sheets she'd bought after Harry died. But at this moment, it didn't mean anything. She knew her life could be at stake. She remembered the detective story she had read and became so fearful she was trembling. She could see they had knives, and she could also tell they were high on something. This bothered her. Nevertheless, she tried to keep her composure. Donna was certain they might panic and do something crazy if she didn't keep her cool. Under these circumstances it wasn't easy. But she knew she had to do her best to remain calm-even under the terror that was stalking her now.
"Get your ass on the bed," the first young man told her. "And lie on your stomach."
Donna got on the bed and lay on her stomach. In no time at all, she was spread-eagled. The vicious young man tied her wrists with the bedsheets to the bedposts, and her ankles to the posts at the foot of the bed.
Donna lay there, naked, quivering and fearful. She didn't know what demon might possess them, and what to expect next.
It pleased the first young stud to see her so nervous and fearful.
"Cold in here?" he asked mockingly, "is that why you are shivering?"
Donna didn't answer. She knew anything she might say could be considered insubordination, and she didn't care to find out what the consequences of that might be.
The first man who had entered was stripping now. But he didn't strip quickly. Instead he undressed slowly, taunting her.
"I read all about you in the papers," he said mockingly, "you were the molester. The horny widow who molested the young high school kid who brought your paper around."
Donna couldn't control it any longer.
"That's not true," she blurted, "I-I never molested anybody!"
"Too bad," the other dude grinned, "molesting can be a lot of fun. We like molesting pretty girls-some of them enjoy being molested too!"
At this point, they were both completely naked, the first man stroked his erect penis a couple of times to bring it to its full hardness and then he got on the bed with Donna. He carried his knife in one hand, and brought its metal blade down smoothly over her back, parting her voluptuous ass-cheeks with it.
"Ohhhh, noo-no-don't run that knife up my ass-hole," she begged. "Don't-I'll do anything you want, but don't stab my ass with the knife!"
At this point, the widow was sobbing and trembling. She could hardly control herself. Her face was contorted with anguish, and pain.
The naked girl's body was twisting, and squirming to get free. But the wrists and ankles held good, and she couldn't budge.
Next, she glanced up and saw the second man kneeling before her. She could see his hairy, thighs and his throbbing long penis pointing at her mouth. Donna could sniff the musky scent of his crotch, as he brought his cock close to her mouth.
Reaching down at this strategic moment, he brought his knife to her breasts. She wondered if he was going to slice her tits with the vicious edge of its metal blade as he slid it smoothly back and forth across her bosoms.
"Ohhhh-ahhhh, please-please," she begged, "don't hurt me! Don't hurt me!"
With one knife sliding suggestively back and forth across her bosoms, and the other knife gliding between her ass cheeks, she was petrified. What kind of sadistic monsters were they?
Finally, they both placed their knives close to them and began closing in on her.
The man in front of her was determined she was going to take his penis in her mouth. "Open your mouth!
I've got something for you," he smiled sadistically. And then he drove his cock forcefully in her mouth.
"Suck this!"
Donna knew she had to give him a mouth-job on his throbbing, hard cock. Her lips fastened firmly on his penis, and she began letting her tongue lightly lash back and forth across his cock-head.
"Taste me," he demanded, "I'll flood your face with my cum. Now, taste it... it's oozing at the tip of my prick... lick it quick?' She fastened her lips firmly on his long hard penis head and sucked. And at that very moment, she could feel the other man preparing to mount her ass cheeks. He was pressing his hard cock against her soft ass flesh, and now was parting her buttocks lewdly.
Donna began sobbing softly as she felt him nudging his throbbing long hard cock at the entrance of her tight anus. She wondered how much torture her body could stand. With a long cock riding down her throat, she was barely able to breathe. Now, she was confronted with the frightful act of sodomy, and she couldn't control her responses.
"Tease it with your tongue," the man sliding in her mouth insisted, "massage my balls at the same time."
Permitting her tongue to lightly caress the head of his shaft, she reached down to fondle his balls, trying to gently massage them as best she knew how.
The man behind her parted her legs to make it easier for him to enter her from this angle. Donna groaned as she felt him surging forward with his hard cock... right into the taut little nether hole of her anus.
She groaned with new and even deeper humiliation as she felt him driving forward into her most secret orifice.
Unable to stand the torture a moment longer, she pulled her mouth off the hard penis of the man she was sucking on, and turned to look up and beg the man who was riding his cock up her ass-hole to quit.
"Oh, God-I can't take it there! You'll tear me in two-please, please don't do that to me?' But he paid no attention. "Go on giving him a blow-job," he demanded, "I'll take care of your ass-hole, honey... " Donna whined, her hips squirming wildly, as he laughed at her tragic plight. Her buttocks clenched tightly in a last desperate attempt to force him away from this unnatural sodomistic ravishment... but she was helpless against him and she knew it.
She went back to licking the cock held out in front of her lips, when the man kneeling before her angrily grabbed her head and began forcing his cock into her mouth.
Donna couldn't summon sufficient strength to fight them both off. She knew what she had to do.
The man who'd mounted her from behind continued driving his throbbing penis up her ass-hole with determined, hard cockstabs.
Grabbing her ass cheeks crudely, he squeezed them until it hurt her. Donna wiggled and squirmed to get away from his awful grasp.
Driving it in her roughly now, he obtained his kicks in seeing her helpless and degraded, submitting to the ravishment of her behind.
"Fuck it," he grunted, sliding his cock up her ass-hole with deep, penetrating cockstabs.
Donna kept her ass cheeks upturned for him, as he rammed his throbbing cock up her all the way.
"Ohhh, ahhhh-now, now-grab my prick with your ass muscles," he commanded her.
He had reached the point where he was ready to explode and he wanted her to milk the cum out of his prick.
Donna could hardly stand the torture of being drilled up the ass this way. And at the same time, she had to keep part of her mind focused on the other man's cock plunging in her mouth. She grasped the cock in her ass, utilizing a pinching, milking motion to squeeze the cream from his manhood. And at the same time, she was sucking feverishly on the big hunk of meat riding in her mouth.
"Suck me," he demanded, "eat me... " Impatiently, he grasped her head, holding her firmly as he continued driving his cock in her mouth like a man possessed.
Finally, the man who was riding his throbbing cock up her ass-hole got his rocks off. She squeezed hard, milking him, feeling the hot surge of sperm shooting up her tight anal passage.
Roughly slapping her ass cheeks, the man who exploded up her butt rocked his head from side to side.
"What a nice tight ass you've got," he moaned in erotic ecstasy, letting his slick cock slide up her tight ass-hole a few more jabs.
And now, the man face-fucking her got his gun off.
"I'm cummmmmming," he moaned, "eat me... swallow it... " Donna's lips clasped his sliding cock tightly. She was determined to give him the erotic pleasure he sought so anxiously.
"Ohhh, ahhhh-suck-suck-suck it," he begged, as he kept shooting his hot sperm in her mouth. Donna's lips fastened firmly on the head of his meaty shaft as she sucked hard and swallowed. "Ohhh, ahhh-eat it... " Both men continued letting their cocks slide in her as they felt their balls tingle to the erotic stimulation of her hot mouth and tight ass.
Slowly, she eased her mouth off the throbbing cock she'd been sucking. Traces of cum were on the tip of his male member, and he ordered her to lick it off. Obediently, Donna licked the cum off his cock.
Pulling his cock hastily from her ass-hole hurt her. She winced in pain, and complained, "Damn you... "
"Don't act insolent... " the man who'd assaulted her behind snapped. He looked to the other man who was starting to slip into his shorts, and shook his head.
"She ought to learn obedience and humility. Let's give her the broom lesson... " Donna rolled over and looked up at him nervously.
"The broom lesson-what the hell are you talking about?" Reaching down now, he slapped her face roughly.
"Don't talk back!"
Naked, he walked through her apartment searching for a broom.
He found a broom in the kitchen closet and came back to the bedroom to taunt Donna with it.
"Spread your legs-" he demanded.
Donna looked at him nervously. She didn't want that broom to rip through her body and tear her apart.
"Please-please don't hurt me-oh, God-I can't take anymore."
"Any more complaining," he smirked, "and I'll ride this broom up your ass-hole-understand?"
Donna understood all too well. Painful as it was for her she knew it was far better to permit him to drive the awful broom handle up her pussy instead of her tight ass-hole.
Slowly spreading her legs, she wadded up her hands, as if that might help relieve the tension, and make it easier to bear the awful pain. The man she had given the blow-job to had slid out of his shorts, and was waiting on the edge of the bed for the ugly spectacle to take place. His vulture-like eyes were eager to observe her further degradation and anguish.
"Here's something nice for your cunt," the man smiled, as he began inserting the tip of the broom slowly into her pouting pussy lips. He shoved it in a couple of inches, and then eased out. The awful shame she felt now made her close her eyes. At least she could be spared the torture of seeing them both watching her anguish.
"Open your eyes!" the man instantly demanded as he drove the broom handle deep into her vagina.
"Oh, God," she sobbed in her anguish, "stop it! I-I can't stand it-stop it!" It was terrifying and terrible her, and she knew of no way out at this point. To complain was to be treated even worse. But when the excruciating pain of the broom handle driving deep into the moist depths of her vagina became too much to bear, she had to cry out.
At this point, he felt his cock quiver. He was obtaining an erection just watching her anguish.
Grasping his penis firmly in one hand, he began jacking-off. At the same time he began pumping on his penis with the other hand. He was bound and determined he was going to obtain the ultimate kicks from what he was doing.
"Ohhh, ahhh-I-I-I can't... " her voice trailed off, as she faded in and out of consciousness.
But this didn't prevent both men from obtaining their erotic kicks. For it was only through pain, degradation, and humiliation that these two sex brutes obtained their satisfaction. At this point they were both jacking off.
"Look at her wiggle on that broom handle," one man smiled to the other, "she loves it!"
With her eyes half-closed now, she could see them leering down at her in their wild and strange way.
All of a sudden she felt the lurid plop of sperm as the man stabbing her cunt with the broom handle got his rocks off. She hated the pungent smell of his sperm as it landed on her leg.
"Keep screwing her," the man asked excitedly. His body was trembling with erotic frenzy, as he jacked off anxiously, coming to his own hasty climax.
"Ohhhh, ahhh-ahhhhhh," he moaned, as his lust-bloated balls exploded, sending the sperm flashing across her stomach.
The agonizing despair she felt now could not be contained any longer. She cut loose with a loud, pitiful cry, sounding almost like an animal dying. Instantly, the madman dropped the broom handle, clamping his hot hand over her mouth.
"Damn you," he complained, "do I have to beat you into silence?"
His face was close to hers and she could smell the strong scent of whiskey on his breath. She felt revulsion that made her stomach churn inside her just having him this close to her. How much more could she take from this sex beast?
She lay there quietly, hoping it would all be over. But how wrong she was. For he had other designs on her body.
Donna's face was contorted with feverish passion and the veins that pulsed her lust-heated blood to her confused and dizzied brain stood out prominently on her neck like thick pulsing cords as her whole naked young body tensed with incredible arousal.
"You try her ass-hole next," the stud who slid the broom out of her pussy suggested to the other man "Roll over, ass fucker," the second man demanded.
Slowly, Donna rolled her tortured body over. There was very little struggle left in her anymore.
Mounting her from behind, he reached down to pull her ass cheeks up in the air so he could insert his throbbing cock between her buttocks.
His turgid cock began pushing at her from behind in frantic punishing thrusts. She knew she'd have to cry out in pain if he stabbed her with all his cock-meat.
"You're quite a woman," he smiled, riding his penis higher between her upturned ass cheeks. He drove it in now with deep, penetrating cocks tabs as she squirmed with what small strength was left in her.
Suddenly, he grabbed her, and began riding in her with such intensity she thought he'd ripped her.
"Ohhh, you're hurting me," she moaned hysterically.
But her pain was only cause for pleasure for him as he reached for her head, sealing her mouth with his firm hand.
He wasn't satisfied with her lying here like this. He wanted her to cooperate with him and give him every thrill he sought so anxiously.
"When I tell you to wiggle your butt, I want you to move around," he demanded.
Donna pushed her buttocks up, her hips grinding around for him as she felt him thrusting up her ass-hole in his blind passion.
"Yes, yes," he cried frantically, "now-that's how."
Donna was trembling from head to toe. She was grateful that her ass-hole had been stretched by the first man who'd assaulted her here. She was grateful his cum could provide the lubrication for the second man's cock stabs. This made it easier.
Now the pistoning thickness of his bloated cock rode up her ass without mercy. He tunneled even deeper now between her naked, upturned buttocks. She groaned in pain, and tried to catch her breath as he fucked her furiously.
"Fuck-fuck-fuck it," he commanded.
Suddenly...
"Oooooohhhh... I'm cumming... I'm... Ahhhggghhh!! " The most awful thing about it for Donna was the fact she had obtained a measure of pleasure from this degrading sexual performance she'd had perpetrated on her. This made her feel guilty and shame-ridden.
He didn't quit plundering her ass-hole immediately. Instead he let his cock ravish her, pumping meatily between her quaking thighs a few more times.
"Nice tight ass-hole," he smiled, having satisfied his wild, salacious desires. He slowly eased his throbbing cum-coated cock out of her ass-hole, watching her contort and spasm as she collapsed in a sobbing heap in the middle of the bed.
She hoped against fate they would be satisfied now and leave her alone. Yet she feared for her life. She recalled all too vividly the countless stories she'd read in the newspaper of rape victims and the aftermath.
One story in particular focused in her mind now because of the ugly similarities; there were two men who broke into a single girl's apartment. They both raped her, molested her in a variety of manners, and then wadded an electric cord around her throat and killed her. She tried to keep quiet as she saw them dressing out of the corner of her eyes. Perhaps they wouldn't bother her.
"No sense in hurting her," one man shrugged to the other.
"Alright, but it might be fun to leave a souvenir for her to remember us by-like some titty carving... "
"Aw, you made a mess of that last time-forget it. We both gave her an ass-full of cum to keep as a souvenir," he chuckled.
When they finished dressing, they left her and went into the living room to get a drink. She heard them joking and laughing while they were drinking and it made her sick just thinking about it.
"Ever made a girl cum when your whipping her?" one man asked the other.
"No, but it sure sounds like fun," the other" replied. They finished their drinks and left her apartment. She struggled to get off the bed and lock the door when she heard some loud knocking. And then she heard her mother's impatient voice.
"Donna-answer the door-what's going on in there?" she complained. "I can hear you... now answer this door right away."
Donna managed to open the door, and her mother took one look at her naked, tortured body and let out a small gasp of shock and horror.
"What on earth is the matter?" she exclaimed.
Donna felt such shame, guilt and humiliation after her degrading rape and sexual brutalization she couldn't find words to answer.
"Donna-what happened to you?"
Turning around, Donna walked as if in a trance to her bedroom. She stretched out on the rumpled bed and began sobbing.
Her mother could tell something wild had been going on in the bedroom and she wasn't sure of what to think at this point. She had always feared she might have been guilty on the "molestation" charge, and now it was glaringly apparent someone had been having sex in the bedroom, but under what circumstances was a mystery.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Donna's mother was distressed, and didn't hesitate to tell her daughter she had a right to know everything.
"I tried to phone you," she began nervously pacing back and forth across the bedroom floor as Donna stretched out on the bed and sobbed softly. "You couldn't be reached, as the phone must have been turned off when you were in jail, and you never got it turned back on."
"I-I didn't have time to get it turned back on," Donna moaned as she listened to her mother continue to complain.
"I hope I didn't go to all this legal expense so you could conduct sexual orgies in this bedroom," she exclaimed anxiously.
"I was raped," Donna wept bitterly, "two monsters raped me. They came in here and raped me-don't you understand?"
Now she was sobbing hysterically, and her mother could see she was serious. At first she feared she might have been involved with some young lover. Her worst fear was that it might be some kid who was under age, and the terrifying consequences of paying for a day in court concerned her mightily.
But now that she understood her daughter Donna was telling her the truth, she vowed she would do her utmost to comfort and console her.
"My poor baby," she said quietly as she went over to the bed and placed a restraining hand on her shoulder, "-I'm so sorry."
"The monsters," she shuddered, "they-they did awful things to me."
"Try to forget it," her mother suggested, not wanting her to become any more hysterical than she already was.
"How can I?" she sobbed sadly, "See that broom-over there... " Donna was pointing to a broom in the corner.
"Yes, dear, what is the kitchen broom doing in your bedroom. It clearly belongs in the kitchen!"
Donna recognized the fact her mother was so Puritan-minded when it came to sexual matters, she would probably have to draw her a diagram to help her understand why she was pointing to the broom with terror.
"The broom was... it was used to... to... " Her mother was starting to catch on.
"You mean those demented sex maniacs drove that broom into your you-know-what?"
Through tear-streaked eyes, Donna nodded, "Yes... that's what they did, and they did even worse?"
"What could be worse?" her mother demanded.
"They both assaulted me from behind," she sobbed as if her heart would break. "How much hell can I take...
ohhhh, Mom... " Her mother bent over and placed both hands affectionately on her shoulders. "I-I don't know why you must suffer so... "
"They got my name from the newspapers... they read about the charges of being a child molester being brought against me-and I guess they figured I was fair game."
"Donna... Donna... " her mother sobbed, "we live in a sick world. You must move out of this horrid place.
You're not safe here. Why don't you phone the police and give them your description of these evil men?"
"No, Mom, no way... I could never stand another trial. They'd have to hunt for them, find them, have me identify them... and then go to court. Everybody will think I'm debauched having had so many sexual encounters even if they haven't been my fault."
"I know, dear, I know-there is no way out of your situation."
"I must get some rest now," Donna pleaded with her mother. Even though she hated to leave her alone, she felt she had no alternative for Donna was not about to go home with her.
Once she was alone she couldn't sleep. Her mind kept spinning. She was thinking... thinking about the two awful men who had forced her to submit to such degrading acts.
And as she thought about them, she almost wished they were back in bed with her. It was lonely now being all alone. She could imagine how stimulating it would be to have one man sliding his huge cock into her vagina, while the other thrust it into her ass-hole.
She reached down to her pubic vee, and touched a finger to her still-quaking pussy lips. Gently, she let her finger slip past the pouting pussy lips and slide inside her moist, hot hole. The sadistic ravishment of her body in retrospect was arousing to her.
As she gently massaged the erect clitoris, she remembered every moment of her animalish sexual escapade. She remembered how she'd been forced to give a blow-job while she was being anally assaulted at the same time.
This memory supplied her with erotic thrills. Lewdly, she continued using one finger as if it were a throbbing penis. But it was so small. She wished she had a man's cock in her, stabbing in with all its insistent, turgid urgency.
Her hips gently swayed, and her pelvis slowly pumped forward as she excited herself. Pretending she had the blood-engorged member of the sex maniac who used the broom handle in her pussy, she pumped down. It was amazing how real it all seemed. In the heat of her passion her body throbbed with lusty, carnal desires. She was building slowly to that orgasmic moment of total bliss.
"Ahhhh, ohhhhh," she panted as she continued stabbing her finger inside her hot hole. The raging genital heat would never subside until she came. And this was what she was working toward now, with all of her passion and might.
Donna groaned and shuddered as the exquisite pleasure burned in her body. She was near the pinnacle of climax now, and went on stabbing herself with her own finger now, determined to achieve a satisfying climax as quickly as she knew how.
Vividly, she recalled how one man got down there and nibbled around her erect clitoris. She thrilled to the red-hot memory of his passionate tongue pumping into her with such intense force.
She was fast-losing control. Donna had wanted to make it last. But the fire that burned in her loins was carrying her rapidly to a climax.
"Ohhh, ahhhh... " she moaned, as she kept screwing herself. Now, she inserted two more fingers. Her cunt was on fire and she had to bring herself to a passionate climax quickly.
"Ahhh, ohhhhh," she panted, pumping her hips forward, as if she was going out of her mind with lusty delight. She imagined a thick, hard penis was driving in her. Her breasts jiggled, and her fingers continued manipulating her clit in frenzied excitement.
"Fuck... fuck... fuck me," she gasped, as she felt herself suddenly coming. Her hot pussy juices gushed down her inner thigh.
"Ohhh, ahhh-yes-yes," she groaned, luxuriating in the after-glow of her own erotic frenzy.
She fell into a deep sleep after she'd satisfied herself and she slept soundly all night long. She'd been through so much that she felt able to face anything. The next morning, she got out of bed and took a shower first thing. That freshened her. She went to a neighbor to use their phone once she'd dressed to get her line established again. But she was sorry she had, for the neighbor wanted to talk about her episode in court.
"Look, Mr. Murphy," she shook her head, "it makes me sick just thinking about what happened. Of course not a word of it was true. All lies!"
"You can call me Chuck," he smiled, and then he looked at her with lusty desire himself. "I've thought about you a lot while you were gone."
"No doubt you and your wife have thought what a notorious person I was to be involved in such a court case... "
"On the contrary," Chuck Murphy shook his head, "Kids these days are pretty wild... "
"I-I really can't talk about it," Donna stammered, her eyes glistening with tears as the awful memories came flooding back to her in a painful moment of reflection.
"Why not?" he insisted. "You've done nothing wrong... nothing!"
"You really mean that, don't you?" she asked, opening her eyes widely, and listening to him as he spoke to her consolingly.
"You bet I mean it," he explained, "my wife goes to the same bridge club Bill's mom goes to... "
"Is that right?"
He nodded and smiled at her as he continued relating what he knew about the situation.
"It seems his mother bribed him with a car to testify against you. And you know how much a sixteen-year-old kid wants wheels."
"I'm finding out," she declared sadly. "It makes me feel sick to think I was the victim of this mess."
"But you did have sex with him and with his brother Craig, didn't you?" he winked knowingly.
"No... no... no, I didn't," Donna insisted.
She felt sick to have him speaking to her like this. Donna knew very well he was telling her the truth.
"Craig drinks at the same bar I go to," he explained, "so between what he told me and what my wife learned at the bridge club I fitted the pieces of the puzzle together... "
"I think I'd better be going now," Donna said discreetly.
"I know what you're thinking," Chuck Murphy smiled, "you are thinking I'm trying to blackmail you into some sex... aren't you thinking that?"
"Yes, I suppose that's precisely what I'm thinking. Am I wrong?' "You're completely wrong," he declared, "I am simply going to give you a tip... "
"What kind of a tip?"
"I'm going to tell you how men look at women. When a woman is a widow they figure she is fair game. They know she's probably used to having sex on a regular basis with her late husband-that's only natural."
"Go on," Donna said when he hesitated a long moment.
"So they go after widows in earnest. They know they won't have to work so hard to get what they want. And the mistake the widow makes is to give in to her loneliness and sell out so cheap."
"I think I know what you mean," she admitted after he gave her time to reflect upon what he was telling her.
"I mean this," he finally said crudely. "If a horny man can get an easy piece of ass from a lonely widow, he figures he's not obligated in any way. After all, he figures... she wanted it as bad as I needed it. I didn't break her in... so I performed a service for her."
"And men don't marry sluts," Donna smirked in recognition of what she had done to herself with her promiscuous life.
He focused on her eyes, and tried to help her understand what he was talking about.
"I thought a lot of your late husband Harry," he explained with an understanding smile, "and ho thought the world of you... "
"I know he did," she said, her eyes growing misty as she thought about Harry and how wonderfully he had treated her. Her mind was spinning and she knew she was going to cry if she didn't clear out of his apartment quickly.
Chuck Murphy sensed the frustration she was feeling, and he wanted to console her.
"Don't criticize yourself," he insisted, "you made some mistakes but you can begin all over again if you want to forget what's happened."
"Thanks," she said, tears rolling down her cheeks. "You understand me... " Donna was grateful for Chuck's compassion. She left his apartment and went back to her own place with new-found determination to live down the past and make something of her future.
