Chapter 5
Donna alternated between a sort of eager gaiety and a sense of dread all that Saturday afternoon. At Brad's insistence-and she was glad he insisted-she took a couple of stiff drinks while she was putting the finishing touches to her face and hair.
Their making up had been so sweet, so complete, that she was beginning to think she was a silly little fool. There was that lurking fear she had of Bill Derwin-the fear that, if she put it into words, she might be in for a sex experience so intense that it would shock her out of her own world. But what of that? she thought. I think that Brad and I are so far out, but maybe we're just a couple of suburban little souls who only think we know life. Maybe it wouldn't hurt me to loosen up a little. Still, she shivered when she thought of that compact dynamo of heat and energy, those strangely intense eyes, that air of restrained strength and vitality.
With the thought that she was, after all, a small-town chick not entirely at home in a larger world, she had another moment of depression.
Maida, four years younger than she, seemed a thousand years older, a hundred times smarter. And that Alison Carr! She was so sharp, so chic, so assured. Everyone at the party, she felt, would be talking a language of their own which would leave her shut out and lonely, stupidly silent, an inferior.
Perhaps it was the effect of the drinks, but at least, when they arrived at Bill's home on the bluffs in Sonrisa Beach, Donna felt better. And it was Alison-beautiful, kind, friendly Alison-who greeted them at the door.
And Donna, who had settled for a slightly dressed up look, in a simple dark dress, was brought down by the sight of Alison in a pareu, with flowers in her blonde hair and only a couple of orchid leis to cover her gorgeous breasts.
"Don't worry about it a second, Donna," the tall woman said. "It's my fault. Bill decided to make this a luau and I guess I forgot to tell Brad. But we've got plenty of costumes around; I'll fix you both up."
Getting "fixed up" was fun, Donna decided. And Alison, whose poise and smoothness had always fascinated Donna, even while she was feeling just a bit intimidated, was simply a different person now.
With a warm arm around Donnas' shoulders, the big blonde directed Brad. "One of the fellows out on the terrace will show you where to change and find you a little something to wear. That's all anyone has on-a little something. Very little, in fact!"
Since she had gone by her previous swap-party experience, Donna had worn nothing under her dress and Alison exclaimed in delight as she slipped the dress down over the smaller girl's hips.
"You're beautiful, Donna!" Alison said. "And so clever not to clutter yourself up with a lot of clothes. No need to, with boobs like these!" She laughed happily, giving one of Donnas' perfect little breasts a loving squeeze, and without affectation, lowered her, head to take the rising nipple in her mouth for a long, sucking kiss.
It was all so natural and easy, so friendly, that Donna lost whatever self-consciousness she had felt and held Alison's face to her, enjoying the tingling sensation in her breasts, the immediate warmth that ran through her body.
"Here's your pareu," Alison said, picking up a brief little oblong strip of wildly dyed material and holding it up to Donnas' tiny waist. "See? It wraps around and ties here," she directed. "No, the wrap-over part goes at the front, so that when you sit down, it opens. More comfortable for you, more fun for the men. See how mine is?" Laughingly, she pulled the front of her own pareu open, briefly exposing a flash of blonde cunt hair.
And, as she stood behind Donna at the mirror, reaching around the tiny brunette to help tie the garment, she pushed her warm hand down and across Donnas' belly, pressing firmly on the crinkly nest of dark hair. Her breathing was a little faster and her lovely face smiled at Donnas' reflection. Her hand moved, its pressure giving Donna a new wave of warmth and she inserted one soft finger between the fat lips of the younger girl's pussy.
In a sudden burst of friendship, Donna leaned back against Alison's breast, turning her face to the tall blonde. And she felt a wild tug of some new feeling as her lips met those of the big girl behind her.
In the wild fun of swapping and with the competitive curiosity natural to women, Donna and her friends had always been especially interested in one another's cunts, and although they had all vowed that this was a new trip for them, they had fingered one another thoroughly. On several occasions, spurred on by the fellows, two or more of the girls had put on Lesbian exhibitions.
Like the other girls, Donna had protested but gone ahead, but, unlike the rest, she had never denied that she enjoyed it. The delicate smell, the incredibly smooth and blood-filled texture of another girl's inner lips, the sweetly saline flow of girlish come-juice-all of these had left her in a tumult of passion, so that she fucked with wilder abandon after one of these little shows. But of course, in a small town where everybody knew everybody and swappers had to be especially cautious, none of the girls had ever followed through, thus missing the chance to enjoy their private pleasures while their men were at work.
Now, with Alison's warm mouth on hers, with the big girl's tongue plunging deeply into her mouth, Donna responded by turning her body so that she could cling to Alison with desperate heat, her arms pulling the blonde's face closer to her own, loving the contact of soft breast on soft breast, of her belly pressed against Alison's crotch.
When they separated, Donnas' eyes were bright with lust and anticipation. "I think I'm going to like this party," she assured Alison and briefly hugged the big girl again, pressing her face between the firm, pink-nippled breasts.
The terrace, where the party was underway, was unbelievable to Donna, when she came out into the warm California night with an arm around Alison. The house, built on three levels, was big and spacious, but the terrace was enormous, as big as a dance floor, Donna said to Bill, who got up off a huge carved chair to greet her.
He was wearing a pareu much like her own, with a necklace made of long, sharp claws and a chaplet of flowers on his curly dark blonde hair. "Welcome to the islands, Princess," he said, leaning to kiss her gently on the lips. There was no body contact and Donna felt a perverse disappointment.
Two houseboys in South Pacific trappings were putting final touches to an elaborate buffet on a long table illuminated by tiki torches and Donna spotted Brad, in a dark corner of the terrace, talking to Maida and a well-built brunette. On the dark skyline to the south, a sprinkling of lights in Santa Vaca, twenty miles away, winked faintly and from the beach below, the muffled shouts of surfers rose above the whispering of the gentle breakers.
"Since you're a visiting princess, I want you to share my throne," Bill said in Donnas' ear. "We'll eat and drink and play together, south sea island style, while the rest of the subjects seek their own simple pleasures."
Donna giggled, seeing that one couple, a pair she hadn't met, seemed to be finding a simple pleasure in exploring each other's bodies. There seemed to be a profusion of couches and long padded chairs on the big terrace and Maida, feeling a release from the tensions she had built up, allowed herself a laughing speculation that the entire party could, if they wished, have a round-robin fuck right there on the terrace and never use the same bed twice.
She jumped as Bill's voice, just behind her, said, "Come on, Princess-time to eat!"
Donna was never sure how the next half-hour began and continued, but she was more than certain how it ended.
Alison had reappeared, accompanied by a stocky, genial, graying man whom she introduced as Max McGillah and Donnas' heart jumped oddly-this was the man whose job might someday belong to Brad.
"And this is Verna Sales. She's one of our favorite people," Alison said, holding the hand of a brilliantly beautiful young redhead, who flashed a warm smile at Donna. Sitting on the padded settee which Bill had called his "throne", Donna ate and drank and smiled and laughed, feeling looser every moment.
When Bill's arm went around her bare back and he leaned down to kiss her, she made certain that this would not be the chaste peck with which he had greeted her. The warmth of the night and the people, the sense of ease which had built up in her as she drank some pleasant rum concoction from Bill's coconut shell and above all, the feeling that she had been stupid to fear this easy-going man, caused her to meet him with open-mouthed eagerness. His mouth closed over hers and his tongue was sweet in her mouth. A tremor, not of fear but of heat, ran through her and she turned so that her breasts bored into his hair-matted chest. The movement spread her thighs and the pareu and Bill's hand moved down, strong and insistent, into the stored-up warmth between her legs.
In a little daze of happiness, Donna felt her legs part wider, without her volition and she pressed against her host as his strong fingers pushed warmly between the lips of her pussy. She truly felt at home, one of the party.
They drew apart in a moment. Bill, clowning just as Brad or one of their old friends would have, put his cunt-wet fingers to his nose and sniffed appreciatively, smiling at Donna with half-closed eyes. In the dark under the table, she boldly reached for his cock and the size of it gave her a thrilling shock. It was bigger than Brad's, which meant it was the biggest she'd ever encountered.
It warmed her to feel it, to realize the softness of the covering skin over the hardness of the column. And when with a shock of pleasure, she found that her fingers and thumb could not reach around it, she looked at Bill with startled admiration. "Oh, Bill, it's enormous!" she gasped, and still gripping the big shaft, she pushed herself against him again for his kiss. She had never felt hotter in such a short time.
It was like a slap in the face when he smilingly turned his face, but she held on to his big tool, running the outer skin up and down, touching the swollen head with her thumb.
Bill seemed to be reaching for something under the table and she started as a small television screen popped up in the middle of the table, just in front of them. "Watch!" Bill said sharply and the screen came to life, in full color, showing what Donna took to be a bedroom somewhere in the house.
With her hand still on his cock, Donna gasped as she saw a flash of Max McGillah on his back, on a bed, with the voluptuous brunette going down on him. The screen was small, but the detail was sharp and clear. The girl was on her knees, the dark cleft of her ass toward the hidden camera and Donna, tense with the wave of wet heat that pounded in her loins, saw Max's hand under her, two broad fingers pushing in and out of the thick-lipped, black-fringed cunt. The girl's head disappeared and came up and Donna thought she could see just a glimpse of the stocky man's prick, wet and shining. His hairy legs were spread apart and his balls, drawn tightly up to the base of his cock, indicated that he was near to coming.
She heard Bill laugh and say, "This should interest you," and the scene changed with a click. It was Brad, plain as day and he was kneeling between Maida and the redhead, all three of them naked. Donna sucked in her breath. It was a beautifully lascivious tableau. Each of the girls had one leg raised, the calves on Brad's shoulders and the two pussies, one dark blonde, the other flaming red, were stretched and opened. Brad's hands were busy, his fingers buried in the two pink-lined slits and the bright overhead light brought out slick highlights on the exposed inner folds.
Bill made some adjustment and sound came on, clear and loud. "When are you going to stop fooling and start fucking, Brad?" an amused voice asked. It had to be the redhead, since Donna would've recognized Maida's. She giggled, partly in shock, but more because of the welling of heat in her pussy.
She turned to Bill. "You're in love with gadgets, aren't you?" she asked. "I never saw anything like this in my life." And then, with a little malice in her voice, she said, "It'll never take the place of doing it yourself."
She felt a sweep of relief when Bill laughed with real amusement. She might've been talking out of turn, she realized, but he took her in his arms again and this time he almost smothered her with a shuddering, sucking kiss, his hand again going straight to the hairy warmth of her sex, where streaming juice had made the lower part of the lips a sodden handful of hair and flesh.
He pulled her near leg over his lap, stretching her to her widest and he must've tried to get three fingers into her, for the stretch was a sharp pain.
Nevertheless, it had its wild pleasure and she closed her eyes, trying to buck against his hand, trying to work her eager cunt all the way onto his fingers. "Ooooh!" she moaned, as Bill's twisting arm and hand shot a pang of near-coming through her body and she ached as he removed the hand. She opened her eyes and he was looking at her with expectant relish.
"About the gadgets," he said easily, as though his hand in her cunt had been remote from both of them. "I took over an experimental electronics lab just about the time I was building this house. It's wired everywhere. I can see anything that's happening, any time, in any room!"
It was so far from what she'd expected him to say and yet so in keeping with the wild, pleasant, surprising evening, that Donna, unabashed, laughed aloud. His direct roughness, the hot scenes she'd just seen on the tube and her own needs made her bold. She pushed at the flap of his pareu, trying to get her mouth to the head of his cock, but Bill pushed her away gently, stood up and said quietly, "It's time for us to join in the fun!"
When he picked her up and tossed her onto the big couch in the center of the terrace, Donna was so hot for his cock-for any cock, to be honest-that she raised both legs in the air, one hand holding each leg just behind the knee and grinned expectantly between her thighs as Bill, having shed his own pareu, knee-walked toward her. The hot perfume of her own pussy rose to her nostrils in a strong and fragrant cloud and for a moment she thought fleetingly of Alison and wondered where the big, friendly, loving girl could be. But only for a moment.
With a wildness and fury such as she had never known, Bill buried his fingers in her wet labia, prying them apart as though he would turn her inside out and jammed the big cock into her with a force that tore a quick scream from her lips.
In spite of the lubrication from her inner heat, her squeaky-tight pussy could not take in the huge bar of hot muscle. A deep, hard pain worse than she remembered from her first fuck almost sent her out of her mind and she bit her lower lip to smother the moaning cry that his entry forced out of her.
Then he withdrew, leaving a deep ache, but plunged in again, harder than before. The agony seemed to tear Donna apart, but there was a fierce heat that accompanied the brutal entry and her aroused clitoris, the membrane over it pulled tight by the drive of his plunging prick, sent an exquisite pang of fierce delight all through her. In a primal need for release, Donna lunged up just as Bill pulled briefly out and slammed back in and it was like the rupturing of a second maidenhead-the pain was sickening, but more than half of the great tool went in and he stopped for a moment, kneeling there with her tight little ass raised from the bed, impaled on his cock.
She opened her eyes, unable to see clearly because of the waves of pain and desire that racked her and something animalistic in her nature responded to the ferocity she saw on his face. No tenderness, no concern for her. Just a mask of savage lust, with a strange light burning in his yellow-flecked eyes.
He moved his arms so that she could drop her legs, but some instinct made her clamp them around his back, holding him tightly where he was. His hands moved to her breasts and she screamed again, this time in pure pain, as he dug thumbs and fingers into the resilient flesh as though he would rip her tits apart. Her eyes were closed again, but her hands did not try to pull his brutally gripping fingers away. There was a fire roaring in her now, unlike any she had ever known and she locked her ankles behind him, exerting all the young strength of her back and legs to drive his cock deeper into her.
There was a grim look of satisfaction on Bill's face, as though he'd reached a goal he desired and he met the mute demands of her movements by starting a hard push-and-pull sequence with his hips that drove him deeper and deeper into the stretched and straining cunt.
The feeling of being torn apart was vanishing as her natural lubricant rose and welled inside her, where the monster probed deeper. In clear bubbles, some of this flow was being pumped out, slicking the broad stem of Bill's prick and his quick movements, entering a fraction of an inch further each thrust, gave her a concentration of pure, dizzying fuck-feeling beyond any previous experience.
Each time he rammed into her, she felt the thick, hairy cushions pulled deeply in, following his thick column and with each thrust, a new area inside her writhed in pleasure. Now, when she opened her eyes, she saw that Derwin's eyes were shut and the fierceness of concentration showed that his wildness and her heat and tightness, clamping the long cock in muscular reaction, were bringing him to the point of coming.
In a haze of pain and lust that made everything seem to move slowly, Donna felt the hard cock, cushioned by the soft, spongy head, throbbing against the mouth of her womb. There was an almost unbearable pressure somewhere deeper down and she knew that her vagina had been stretched far more than ever before. She raised her head to look down across her belly and its nest of dark hair and saw that only the thick base of Bill's cock showed.
In a typically feminine sense of triumph, she realized that she had taken this great cock into her, that it was all in and that if Bill meant to plunge still farther, there was still enough elasticity in her sheath to accommodate his thrust.
In his concentration, so plainly working to hold back his orgasm, he had left off tearing at her breasts and the ache in them stayed with her, sending shuddering tentacles of agony down to her cunt, where they were, strangely, transformed into fuel for the fire that raged around her clitoris, in the dark depths of her cunt and through her bowels.
In a remaining shred of sanity, Donna remembered that her period, so soon due, might well be set off by this pummeling inside her, but she mentally shrugged off any feeling of concern. She was not only beyond caring, she was above it. Each heartbeat seemed to raise the tension in her clitoris and its surrounding parts and this moment of stillness that had dragged on so long could not be long maintained.
There was a flutter of her young cunt muscles, a movement she did not direct and could not restrain and with it, the look of concentration on Bill's face became a look of black, wild fury as he gripped her small ass cheeks and raised her body to meet his hammering thrusts.
Donna never saw the change in his face. At his first and smallest movement, the beating heat which had mounted in her belly became a torrent of feeling that swept through her, inside, outside, in her mind and body, so that all she saw against her tightly closed eyelids was a red burst of flame that seemed to match the heat pouring out of and into her wildly thrashing body.
The increase in the size of Derwin's cock as it spurted its hot jets of sperm was slight, but she was already so filled with it that each throb made a wildly pleasurable agony of lust in her clutching sheath of muscle and membrane. The hammering of her orgasm seemed to crowd and stretch every vein in her and the last, final burst of sensation tore her out of her world and into a brief unconsciousness.
When she came to, Bill was lying with his full weight on her agonized breasts, his hands above her head, groping in her thick dark hair. His face was near hers and there was a bitter smile on it, as though he condemned them both for their fury of sex. His cock, still much too big for her tender measurements, was slowly receding in dying throbs and her very tightness was pushing it out. As she opened her eyes and moaned faintly, Bill also came awake and he lifted his head to look down into her eyes, so close to her that he seemed out of focus.
"Goddamn you, Princess," he whispered, "I knew you were the hottest thing this side of hell, but you're too tight! I think you tore all the skin off my cock!" He eased away and fell on his back and Donna felt her breasts.
She had expected them to be swollen from his brutality, but they were the same as always-pert, firm, smoothly conical. The dreadful pain was gone, with only a dull and somehow warming, ache to remind her of Derwin's mania. She felt she might never be the same again, but she had another thought: sex was wilder, crazier, more beautifully rewarding than she had ever believed it could be.
To the laughter and shouts of encouragement of Maida, Brad was fucking Verna, the redhead, when Alison came in. She had shed the two leis of orchids and her big breasts shook with mirth as she watched the two on the bed, straining in a weird position.
In the pause that followed her entrance, Alison said, "Don't stop, Brad-but this might interest all of you."
She touched a switch which simultaneously dimmed the room lamps and activated a big television screen on the wall. There was an audible gasp from everyone in the room as the brightly colored close-up showed Donnas' opened legs, her dark-haired cunt pulled open like a purple flower as Bill's big prick pulled out, and at the edge of the screen, her face, contorted in the shock of pleasure.
A thrill of love and satisfaction flashed through Brad. Good girl! She-possibly with Bill's masterful help-had completely overcome whatever repugnance or fear had plagued her and threatened their successful enjoyment of the party.
Maida, suddenly thoughtful, looked first at Alison's expression, which was blandly noncommittal, then at Brad's face. He looked happy, alive, alert, and with his hands around Verna's thighs, he continued to hump gently, driving his cock into her in measured probing.
Alison said pleasantly, "Show's over, folks!" and touched the switch again. As she moved out of the room, Brad, fired by the sight of his wife's twat so fiercely cloven by his boss' enormous prick, began to drive into the redhead in great, hammering lunges, his closed eyes and clenched teeth expressing the intensity of his orgasm.
Donna kissed tenderly up and down the length of Derwin's cock, which was still swollen from his tremendous explosion of a few minutes before. Lying near him, on her side, she could taste and smell the residues of their passion-on his cock, in the wetly matted mass of ginger-brown hair that ran almost from his navel, down beyond his balls to disappear in his crotch.
She felt triumphantly content, filled with joy that she had not only done all that Brad could've asked, but that she had found it immeasurably exciting. And Bill, instead of her seeing him as a demanding tyrant, she viewed him as only a human being. Wild, brutal beyond her previous experience, but, in the final analysis, a man who fucked and loved it, who ploughed into her tenderly strong vagina with fantastic strength and passion and shot his enormous load of jism into her in a heart-stopping climax.
She smiled at his peaceful face as she lifted the big, smooth head of his cock to her lips.
"I don't see any blood," she said, laughing. "I don't think you actually lost any skin!" At Bill's agreeable grunt, she took the softened glands into her mouth and sucked gently. "Don't get hard too quick, Bill," she said. "I'll need all my courage to try to swallow this chunk of meat!"
Bill touched the back of her head. "Turn your little face more toward me," he ordered.
And the entire scene changed to nightmare for Donna.
In the broad leaves of a big tropical plant, some light from behind her reflected in a snouted lens and behind it, the compact structure of a camera.
As often as she had unselfconsciously fucked in the same room with other couples, some of whom had taken time to watch her and her partner, there was something about the cold impersonality of a camera, making her action with Bill a circus for others, that sent her into a mindless chaos of disgust and hatred.
In her rage, she struck blindly at Bill's face, at his belly, even at his cock, symbolic of her humiliation. "Damn you!" she shouted and lapsed into stammering, half-formed words of spite and contempt.
A split second later she was on the floor, blindly trying to rise while she recovered from a series of powerful blows on the sides of her head. She screamed with pain as Bill dragged her up by her hair, rocking her head and her mind with measured slaps across her cheeks, her nose, her eyes. A trickle of blood joined the thick trail of spittle that drooled from her slack mouth and she felt an animal fear as her host flung her onto the bed.
Like a child trying to escape punishment, she locked her arms in front of her bent head, sobbing in pain. Her rage had dissolved in fear and shame and tears and she rocked her upper body in a manifold misery, trying to gather her wits.
Bill's voice was coolly angry, like a trainer teaching manners to a dog. "You dishonest little bitch," he sneered. "What do you use for brains? Shit? You stand for a fuck with me, just as you have for so many others. You'd fuck in Macy's window if you had the right words said to you! You're like any other stupid, fucking little housewife-playing you're free and liberated, but stuck with a dozen fences you can't escape because you're basically a prude! And a liar, which is worse!"
Donna, sunk in pain and misery, gratefully heard the sound of bare feet running and Alison's cry, "Oh, Bill! Stop! What have you done? Oh, Donna, you poor baby!"
Donna felt warm arms go around her shoulders, a hand touching her cheek softly, a silken breast pressed against her arm. She did not see the slight wink that Alison flashed and Bill's tight-lipped, answering nod.
"What have I done?" Bill answered contemptuously. "I've slapped a silly little girl for pretending to be a grown woman and flunking the job! I ought to kick her ass right out of here. And I would, if it weren't for Brad!"
A stab of remorse, worse than her fear or Bill's cruelty, brought a new storm of sobbing from Donna. In the pinch, she had failed him completely! But Alison comforted her.
"I don't care what she did! Women shouldn't have to get slapped around, Mister Derwin!" Alison said coldly. "Yes, I know... you're the boss, and-I just don't care! You can fire me if you want to, but I say this isn't right!"
Above Donnas' hidden face, Bill smiled and nodded toward the wide doors that led into the house. "Okay!" he growled. "Take her inside! So I lost my temper-what's so big about that? And don't talk so big about getting fired. It could happen!"