Chapter 6
In an enormous bedroom, somewhere in the house, Donna sipped the highball which Alison had brought her. She had taken a small green tablet as Alison had urged: "It's a sedative, but it's a mood-lifter, too," the big girl had said and Donna was beginning to feel a little better.
Her head still ached from the force of Bill's blows, but she was conscious of other parts of her body-her breasts, aching but somehow pleased; her pussy, throbbing with a deep pain that triumphantly recalled the marvelous stretching of that unbelievable cock.
Somewhere, somehow, she had lost the pareu, the necklaces of orchids and was completely nude. But after all, so was her friend Alison, who had dropped her own native girdle: "So you won't feel self-conscious," the kindly girl said.
Feeling the air drift across her exposed pussy as she sat with her knees drawn up, Donna remembered another pang-when Bill had so savagely plunged his fingers into the lips of her cunt. There was a bruised area somewhere in there, around there, on the inside of her thighs, just above her asshole.
She shivered. "God, that man is so strong!" she murmured. "I think he would've killed me if you hadn't come along."
Alison shrugged and grinned. "Not a chance," she said. "He was punishing you as if you were a naughty child. But you aren't a child, so you got a grown-up punishment. Not that you acted too grown-up," Alison said candidly.
The tall blonde softened this criticism by hugging the younger girl, her hand reaching far enough to cup one of Donnas' breasts and the warmth and tenderness of the gesture, especially after Bill's sadistic pressures, made Donna snuggle closer to Alison.
"I guess I had a chance-for Brad and me, too-and blew it," the tiny girl said sadly.
Alison laughed and stood up, stretching so that her big breasts rose tautly, their pink nipples puffing out and her blonde cunt hair, quite dry, stood out like a pompon.
"Don't take it so tragically," she advised. "You acted like a fool, but men don't stay angry with a young, sweet, beautiful little fool. Not even perfectionists like Bill Derwin. It won't even affect Brad's promotion."
Donna put out a hand to touch Alison on a rounded hip. Her eyes were pleading. "Don't make me feel any worse about Bill," she begged. "A promotion? You really mean it?"
Alison walked over to a chest of drawers and picked up a folded letterhead. She tossed it to Donna.
Donna glanced at the signature first-Max McGillah! She read: "Dear Bill: "You're right-I am getting tired. So, with all my thanks to you for all we've done together, I'm retiring. Because of your generosity and your guidance-to say nothing of Bonturat's great pension plan-I can live the way I've always lived. Not every old PR man can say the same. You've got some great young talent to fill my spot and I'll be around to help and advice, if needed. Thanks again!"
Max McGillah Not too surprisingly, Donna began to weep again. "Oh, Alison, do you really think that Brad-oh, my God! I feel so terrible!"
Alison lay down on the bed and pushed Donna onto her back, kissing the little brunette's tear-streaked face. Her hand caressed Donnas' belly, going in smooth, slow circles and came up to rest tentatively on one round, firm breast.
"Hush, baby," she whispered. "No reason to cry."
Donna pulled Alison to her, feeling a slow tide of heat return as the blonde's big breasts mashed softly against her. "To think that I could've ruined this!" she cried. "I'll never dare tell Brad how close I came to blowing it!" She found Alison's lips and gave the blonde a deep-tonguing kiss.
The older woman, pulling away from the kiss at last, said, "Whew!" laughingly. "You're breaking down my professional cool, baby! A little more of that and I may give up to my latent Lez tendencies. Not that they're all that latent," she said, laughing. "I've always liked to eat a little pussy!"
She placed a hand over Donnas' snatch and this time she plunged a long finger right between the softly swollen lips, into the warmth and slickness and the gently writhing muscles.
"Wow!" she breathed. "You're certainly juicy!"
Donna boldly looked into the blue-green eyes. "Some of it may be Bill's," she whispered. "Maybe that will turn you off."
"Hey!" Alison said in pretended defense. "Maybe I was just kidding! I said 'latent tendencies,' remember?"
Donna happily bumped up and down, closing her cunt walls on Alison's finger, her eyes closed in pleased anticipation.
"I'll suck yours if you'll suck mine," she whispered.
She remembered, with heat glowing in her loins, the few times when she'd made actual contact, with mouth on another girl's pussy. Frightening, in a way, it brought her to instant heat, made her wish she were a man, so that she could eat cunt any time, without fear of the shameful accusation: "Lesbian!" She had called the fascination and fear "disgust" when she talked to Brad about it or kidded with the other girl. But now she knew-she wanted it!
With humble courage, she pushed her way between Alison's legs, looking for permission in the smooth and beautiful face. Alison's smile teased her and she dropped her face to the muff of crisply curled blonde hair. For the first time, she would really look, really see the treasure so much like her own, so simply and delightfully formed, so pink and honey-dripping, so hot and musty-smelling, so incredibly smooth and soft.
With gentle hands, she held the thick lips apart, from the top of the slit to the bottom, from the big clitoris, now moving faintly as it grew under its protective membrane, to the tiny dark hole where a man's prick-or a girl's tongue-would find life and heat and constriction. A rich, hot blast of woman-smell made her senses reel and she ducked her head, straining to suck at the closed hole where she knew the hot flow started.
In her cramped position, her neck bent back, she didn't get as much as she wanted, but she speared into the leaking hole with her pointed tongue and licked back up to drop her mouth full on Alison's clit, sucking firmly, running her tongue over the hard little bud.
Alison's body moved, her cunt coming up to meet Donnas' mouth and suddenly the smaller girl felt herself seized and tugged to a different position.
"You're doing it the hard way," Alison said, laughing. "And besides, didn't you say you wanted a two-way deal?"
Donna licked the sweetness of Alison's cunt-juice from her lips and hung her head. "I'm so messy down there," she said shyly. "Don't you want me to... clean up a little?"
"Hell, no!" Alison burst out. "That's the way I like it!" She heaved up on one hip and shoved Donna into a similar position. She drew the under leg up, so that her inner thigh lay warm and inviting, with a few long blonde hairs straggling down from her opened cuntlips. "Put your sweet little face right there," she invited. "Move your head down a little. There, can you get at it, all of it?" She raised the other leg and laid it gently on Donnas' shoulder. "Reach around my thigh, if you want to open it up any more!"
Donna had made the same adjustments, feeling Alison's face warm against the sensitive skin along her inner thigh. The big girl slid a hand between them, picking up a fold of flesh on Donnas' belly and squeezing it, moving up to caress her straining breast. Donna had never felt more ecstatic.
With a little squeal of pure delight, she felt the long tongue go into her streaming and sensitive little hole and she clamped her lips over Alison's clit and sucked her hardest.
The two bodies squirmed in untold happiness and Donnas' little hand, slicking itself in her girl friend's sweetly flowing hole, reached slyly down to push at the ringed depression of Alison's anus. The blonde bucked against Donnas' mouth and the diminutive girl licked steadily, from one end of the hot slit to the other, her senses reveling in the richness of heat and humanity open to her mouth and tongue.
With a groan of ecstasy, she felt Alison's mouth move to her asshole and she fought off the desire to draw her sphincter tight. As she relaxed, she felt the big girl's tongue go in, just a wee bit and she squirmed to invite and aid a deeper penetration. It was better than Brad's finger, hotter, more exciting, than anything she had ever felt. She felt her tender anal walls draw together and knew that Alison was sucking at her ass and the loving sensation frightened her by its intensity. She thought briefly of the shit that might be there to mar the pleasure and suddenly laughed deep within. The thought that a trace of shit might be part of the delight made her wiggle uncontrollably and she strove to get her own mouth clamped over Alison's anus. Too bad-she was too short to reach it!
To make up for it, she drove her lubricated finger into the puckered circle of muscle, deeper, all the way and was rewarded by Alison's suddenly speeded-up movements of her cunt.
Sweeping from hole to clitoris, moving her head from side to side to smear her cheeks against the blood-swollen labia, Donna felt her insides grip in a tremendous flowering of heat and she sucked furiously on Alison's clitoris as her own well of love began to expand and contract in a spasm of coming.
It was as glorious as anything she could conceive- The softness and sweetness and gentleness of two women, sucking and loving in their own way, added up to an experience beyond and above mere fucking. "So I'm a Lez," Donna gloated.
They lay open to each other for a long time. Donna insisted on kissing Alison over and over. "Is that my shit?" she asked excitedly. "Did you get any out? Oh, God, Alison, how much I've got to learn!" She hugged the blonde happily, pushing her small, hard breasts against her friend's face, clenching her hands as Alison's sucking of her nipples brought powerful surges of feeling flaming through her belly.
She licked her own come-juice from Alison's cheeks and dived again into the blonde's open pussy, kissing it all over the pink expanse of labial convolutions, sucking again at the tight little hole. She became so aroused that she began to orgasm again as Alison spread her cunt with two fingers and lay panting, her eyes opened and unseeing, as the hot tide swept over her.
Alison, her hand resting lightly on Donnas' belly as the ripples of feeling subsided, gave her an affectionate pat. "Save some of that heat for later, baby," she advised. "This may be a long evening."
Donna sat up quickly. "Alison, do you mean that I may... that Bill would... want me again?" she asked intensely. "I'm so hot... and I'm so grateful, I'd fuck him on Main Street at high noon on Dollar Day!" Her laugh was tremulous.
"Take it easy, Donna," the blonde answered. "I don't think that Bill would change that quickly; he was pretty burned up."
Donnas' face fell. "I'd do anything to get back in his good graces," she muttered. "Anything!"
Alison stood up, looking around absently, stroking her tilted breasts. "Let's look at some films," she said abruptly.
"Films?" Donna repeated stupidly. "What kind of films? Sure," she said, as Alison frowned, "anything you say!"
They sat together on the bed, after Alison had rolled a cabinet over near them and opened a slide in its front. "It's all in here, baby," she said, patting the cabinet. "Projector, films, everything. Self-contained. Well use the wall for a screen. Douse that light by the bed."
Donnas' eyes grew round as the films, all in color, so beautifully clear and sharp that they suggested gifted professionalism, began to create pictures on the wall.
In the past, some of their friends had brought so-called stag films to their parties. They were stark, crudely done in technique as well as subject. These were masterpieces, bold, imaginative, shockingly explicit.
The first one was of Bill, rolling naked on a big bed with two girls so young that their breasts were mere buds, their pubic hair showing faintly. There were amazing close-ups: little twats held open with childish hands, Bill's enormous prick looking impossibly threatening, held against the juvenile lips; and finally, there was the shattering scene of Bill forcing his big cock into one of the almost hairless cunts, with the child's agonized screams coming loud and frightening and virgin blood pumping out of the quivering hole, with Derwin's cock only halfway in as his explosions of semen brought writhing hysteria to the girl.
Donnas' fists were clenched. Alison grinned at her. "Like it?" she asked. "Here are the same kids, a month later."
The girls were obviously more mature, more confident. And strangely, at least to Donna, they seemed happy.
They prattled to Bill and each other as they climbed over him, stroking and sucking his prick, laughing as it choked them, fingering each other with raucous, earthy pleasure. The film cut to scenes of the happy little chicks riding Bill's prick, taking it all in, proud of their womanhood. Scene after scene of orgasm, the tense and beautiful little faces plainly showed their pleasure.
Donna let out a long, gasping breath and laughed shakily. "I'm glad you showed me that follow-up," she said. " I was ready to scream!"
There was more. Much more. Alison, on hands and knees, looking back in lust at a mammoth police dog as his hairy rump swept back and forth in machine-gun precision. It was only for a few seconds, but unmistakably Alison. Donnas' hand gripped the big girl's and she shivered.
There was a lovely woman in an evening dress, fondling the stubby, stiff prick of a chimpanzee, which grinned and chattered obscenely as the woman feverishly masturbated him, at last dropping her beautifully coiffed head to take the black little organ into her mouth. The chimp's wails of pleasure and the working of the woman's throat muscles showed that the little primate's load of sperm was shooting into the lady's throat.
There was even a girl tied to a bed, her ass at its edge, her legs held wide apart by two other women, while a long-snouted, long-haired beast leaped around the room, sniffed at the opened and obviously dripping cunt and then, incredibly, stuffed the snout deep into the captive's vagina. There was a high, shrill scream and the film ended with a glaring oblong stream of bright light on the wall. Alison said, "Lights on," in a calmly amused voice and turned off the projector.
Donna clung to the big girl, trembling. "Jesus Christ!" she whispered. "I can understand the dog; really I can, Alison!" She looked at her friend, aching to assure her that she, Donna, held no criticism in her heart. "Even the monkey-I've always thought monkeys were sort of sexy, the way they sit and jerk off in the zoo, with everybody looking on and all the straights trying to look like it's not happening!" Her laugh was small. "But, my God! An anteater! That awful snout going in-that poor girl screaming! Did he kill her?"
Alison snorted. "That's what you'd call an experimental film," she said. "Just a shocker, strictly for laughs. A couple of wise-guy film makers were down here from Hollywood, trying to get financing for some X-rated picture they were planning. And Bill borrowed this anteater from a woman he knew. The beast was trained to do that. And the girl liked it. That scream was dubbed in!"
Donna, sitting tailor-fashion, shifted from one ass cheek to the other. "Somebody's going to have to change these sheets," she said wryly. "I've leaked all over them!"
She reached for Alison's crotch, but the other girl moved away. Donna pouted. "Come on, Alison," she said. "You know I'm dying to get my nuts off. And Bill won't have me." Her voice was pleading.
Alison stood up and put a finger to her cheek as though in deep thought. "You say you'll do anything to get back in Bill's good graces?" she asked. "You really mean it?"
"Oh, yes! Yes!" Donna cried. "Except that-ugh! Anteater!"
Alison took Donna by the hand and led her to a low couch against the wall. She pulled it away on silent rollers and showed some peculiar-looking leather cuffs in sunken places on the wall. She pulled one out. It was attached to a broad strap, apparently on a spring, for the cuff snapped back when she let it go. She looked at Donna speculatively. The younger girl grinned doubtfully.
"Bill has this thing about bondage," Alison said. "Nothing really serious-no flagellation or torture. Honest! He just gets mild kicks out of fooling around with girls who are tied up. Want to try it? You can refuse, you know."
For an answer, Donna lay down on the couch, a little bit fearful, but also a little bit excited. "I'm game!" she said.
It wasn't so bad for the first few minutes. When the fire in her pussy abated slightly, Donna found the position restful. The couch was comfortable, the bonds not drawn too tightly. Her legs were spread and she could feel the air conditioning at work, cooling the fluids on her opened cuntlips. She had a small regret that she was beginning to cool off sexually.
All at once, the bedside lamp went out and Donna, like a child locked in a dark room, felt a momentary panic, but that evaporated immediately as a big TV screen lit up on the far wall.
At first it seemed to be a replay of a part of the film she had seen-Alison and the police dog. Probably some parts of the film which had been edited out from the other. But then, with a start, Donna was aware that this was "live", that Alison, who had left her only a few minutes before, was putting on a show, strictly for her.
Licking her lips, shivering with a return of the nymphomaniac heat which had swept her before, Donna struggled to turn so that she could see better. Two of the bonds gave way enough so that she could move her upper body just enough to face the screen.
Gorgeous Alison, Donna thought. What does she see in dogs?
As though in answer to the question, Alison turned so that the huge dog, following her as she moved on hands and knees, was also in profile. Donna had often seen dog's penises as the dogs rolled on the floor at home, showing the slick red cocks. They had seemed small in comparison to a man's. But not this dog! As he made his attempts to mount, Donna, with a sense of disbelief, saw that the pointed cock, red and dripping with his lust, was enormous.
A wave of the voyeur's fuck-mania surged through Donna as she saw this dangerous-looking spear of canine flesh jab blindly between Alison's beautiful legs and she rolled against her bonds in feverish excitement as Alison calmly reached behind her, the dog's fucking motions continuing in the blonde girl's hand and guided the incredible cock into her open pussy. The contact made the dog's actions more frantic and Donna, hypnotized by the animal lust in herself as well as in the scene, started against her bonds again as a smaller dog, seeming to come from nowhere, ran under Alison and began furiously licking at her belly, her hanging tits, until all the action seemed to be synchronized to the powerful lunges of the police dog, his loins banging against the blonde girl's spread haunches with such force that she rocked forward with each thrust.
Biting her lips in a sort of frenzy, Donna felt the itch between her legs burst in a sharp shock and helplessly, happily, alone in the room lighted only by the picture, she began to come.