Chapter 2
Donna left the Good Knight's Inn at a few minutes past five in the afternoon with two hundred dollars of the trick's money in her purse-two crisp, bankfresh one-hundred dollar bills. One of the centuries was payment of the fee she and the trick had agreed upon (half of that would go to Valarie Lewis-her roommate and business manager-for setting up the deal), the other hundred was a ... well, it was a tip. A tip, Donna mused, bitterly, for service above and beyond the duty of a call girl.
Two hundred dollars....
It was such an absurd thing.
Imagine, being paid that much money merely for spreading one's legs ... for providing a bit of pleasant friction and a handy receptacle for some trick's-trick-oh, God, how she hated the sound of that coarse and vulgar word-load of squirming love-juice.
Two hundred dollars....
One-fifty after she gave Val her cut.
Not much if you say it fast.
Just about what she would earn in a week as a beginning schoolteacher. Absurd? No ... it wasn't really absurd. It was insane! Nuts! It was ... was ... oh, what was the use of it anyway? Nothing made any sense.
She hailed a cab ... and tried not to react to the leer on the face of the middle-aged driver as she gave him the address of her dorm on Morrison Place South. He knew the type of college girl who spent her afternoons at the Good Knight's Inn, the leer seemed to say.
"You a student at the college, huh?"
Donna pretended not to hear him. Already she had him pegged as a nurd ... and a baldheaded nurd at that, the very worst kind. He kept stealing glances at her through the rear-view mirror as he moved the ancient and battered checker out into the flow of traffic. He knows, she told herself. He really knows.
Suddenly, without a trace of warning, tears began to spill down her face. An image of her father popped into her mind-not as he was then, weak and pale and all but lifeless, but as the young and vigorously handsome man she had known as a six-year-old child.
Daddy, Daddy....
"My Donna's going to amount to something," the image seemed to be saying ... as she had heard her flesh-and-blood father say so many times as she was growing up. "She's going to go to college ... become a nurse, maybe, or a schoolteacher. My Donna is going to be a professional person. My Donna ... my Donna...."
"Oh, Daddy ... Daddy," she cried in a whisper.
Your Donna is a professional person all right, Daddy ... and her profession pays a hell of a lot better than either nursing or education.
"Oh, Daddy...."
She had never really known her mother. She had died when Donna was twelve, but for years before her death she had been little more than a vegetablea roughly human-shaped sort of lump lying in a white hospital bed with tubes sticking from her arms and legs that Donna went to see every Sunday afternoon with her father.
One-fifty....
She needed a total of eighteen hundred dollars so that she could stay in school one last semester, to graduate with a degree in education from ... from that school for the female off springs of the affluent, Cutter College for Women. She had about six weeks to come up with the sixteen-fifty she still needed ... six weeks, a month and a half, more than enough time for an up and coming professional girl from prestigious Cutter to whore together two or three or more times that piddling amount.
Cutter College for Women-established 1926.
If people only knew the truth, Donna mused, that Cutter is really a college for hookers.
Dan Williamson wanted only the best for his child-and the best meant Cutter, everybody said so. He really couldn't afford the tuition and other expenses of a place like that-especially while he was still burdened with paying off the bills of his late wife's long illness, but he refused to listen to his daughter's plea that she attend a state university or even a junior college.
No, sir ... his Donna would have the best, even if he had to kill himself in the process of providing it for her-and so for nearly three years he had burnt himself out at two back-breaking jobs, never taking time out for as much as a long weekend not to mention a real vacation, and then one day his heart exploded ... and the money stopped coming in. He was forty-three and looked sixty. The medicos said that he could live another twenty or thirty years ... as long as he took things easy, and that it would be at least several years more before he would be able to return to any sort of manual labor. The medical costs involved in his attack had been enormous. They had eaten away first his insurance monies and his meager savings, then his automobile, and finally his home before Donna became aware of the fact that her father was very nearly bankrupt. He had borrowed money on his life-insurance policies to keep her in school, but the expenses continued to mount ... and then came that dreadful day when he had to face his daughter and tell her that he was unable at the moment to come up with the money for her final semester at Cutter.
There were tears in his eyes as the words fell heavily from his lips ... and Donna had wanted to throw herself from a bridge or under the wheels of a moving transport for having been such a blind, selfish, silly ninny. She had never really thought of herself as being very different from the other kids at Cutter. Like them, all she ever need do was telephone home to Daddy and the money for whatever it was she needed was there. She was vaguely aware of the fact that her father worked in the rolling plant of a steel mill while their fathers were ... well, they were presidents of banks or sat on the board of directors of this or that conglomerate, but for some reason-a reason she was unable to explain even to herself-the difference had never really made an impact on her. Perhaps it was because that was the way Dan Williamson wanted it.
"Don't you worry your pretty little head about anything, Donna," she had heard him say at least a hundred times beginning with the first day she had entered Cutter. "Your old dad will take care of everything. You just get an education, become a professional person ... and leave everything else to me."
She had done just that ... had never really given ten seconds of continuous thought to where the money for her education came from. It was always there, it was as simple as that, as near as her telephone ... and so there was really no reason for her to think about it.
Then reality set in:
Reality in the form of a horrible telegram and a frantic flight to Cleveland and her father lying there in a hospital bed, looking up at her with all but lifeless eyes.
Donna had had to sign the papers giving the medicos permission to cut open her father's chest. He had been on the operating table for nearly eighteen hours, and then for more than three days no one could say with any degree of certainty whether or not he would make it ... and all that time Donna never left his bedside for more than a moment or two. She was there, sitting next to his bed, her hands wrapped around one of his, when he opened his eyes for the first time after the operation.
He looked up into the troubled face of his daughter and smiled, and then a vague look of consternation crossed his ashen-gray face. "Why aren't you at school?" he demanded.
Donna began to laugh and to cry at the same time.
"Oh, Daddy ... Daddy...."
Right there and then she decided to chuck Cutter and all it stood for, heave it out the window and forget it. She told her father she was going to drop out of school and nurse him back to health ... but Dan Williamson would have none of it.
"But, Daddy ... the money!"
"Oh, things will be a bit tight for a while," he had replied, "but we'll be all right, baby. There's insurance money ... and other things...."
She had believed him, accepted his words on the subject without so much as a single question. Two months later, just last weekend, she had learned the terrible truth-her father was broke and heavily in debt.
Donna was beside herself with guilt. Once again she told her father that she was going to drop out of school and take care of him.
"Now, you listen to me, baby," her father had said. "I don't know how, but somehow ... somehow I'll get the money for you."
"No, Daddy. I'm going to leave school ... get a job and take care of you for a change. Oh, Daddy ... I've been so blind. All these years and I never dreamt ... I mean, I ... oh, Daddy ... Daddy ... I love you so very much."
"You can't quit, Donna. I won't let you...."
"I have to, Daddy."
"No...."
"I could maybe transfer to state ... finish up on a part-time basis in the evening."
"No ... please, no ... Donna."
"Oh, Daddy...."
"It ... it would kill me sweetheart, if we were to come this close and not win. Six months ... half a year, and you'll be a qualified teacher ... and your diploma will read Cutter College for Women, not State."
There was such a fierce sense of pride in his voice as he pronounced the name of her school-a pride that was mixed with more than a smattering of awe, almost as if there were some sort of magical quality in the words.
It really would kill him if she were to drop out of Cutter, Donna decided ... and then she heard herself making him a promise to stay and finish.
"We'll get the money," he had said. "I don't know just how or where, but I swear, baby, we'll get it!"
"You don't have to worry about the money, Daddy," Donna had said. "There are all sorts of government grants and things that I should be able to qualify for ... dozens of them, and I won't have to pay back any of the money until after I start teaching."
There were tears in her father's eyes, tears of happiness ... and Donna made a silent vow that she would spend the rest of her life making life a little easier for that fine and noble man. Really, she would ... and to hell with whatever it might cost her.
Well, it seemed that she had just made the down payment on that vow. She took some comfort in the fact that she at least had a valid reason for ... for selling her body. The other kids in Valarie's stable of student-call girls were all from rich families, and they viewed their involvement in the oldest profession as something of a lark, as a rather terribly cute way of thumbing their noses at society.
One fifty....
Sixteen-fifty to go....
Donna had the cab driver leave her off in front of a little hamburger stand just down the street from her dorm. She ordered a deluxe hamburger and a strawberry shake and then sat in one of the booths in the back of the shop where there was less chance of running into some of her friends. She toyed with the hamburger. She really wasn't all that hungry, but ... well she just wasn't ready to go back to the dorm. Valarie would be there, waiting for her, eager to hear all the juicy tidbits about her ... her first day on her new job, and Donna really didn't feel up to facing anything like that-not on an empty stomach. It was nearly seven o'clock when she turned the key in the lock to the door of her room.
Valarie Lewis, dark and tiny, a hint of the Orient in her brown almond-shaped eyes, flared nose and full moistly ripe lips lay sprawled out across one of the huge twin-size beds which dominated the tiny room she and Donna had shared since their freshman year at Cutter. She was nude as she almost always was at that time of day having only a few moments before stepped from the shower.
She had been thumbing through a copy of a magazine devoted to photographs of male body-builders in the nude wondering vaguely if perhaps she ought to send a wiggling finger down into her vagina-the sight of all that beautiful beef had whipped up a pretty lively sort of storm down there in that fiery little cave of love in between her legs, when she heard footsteps outside her room and then the sound of a key being fitted into the lock.
Her favorite chick was home ... and old mother hen Val could stop worrying. She dropped the magazine to the floor and put on her best concerned-mother-waiting-for-daughter to come-home-after-a-date smile as the honey-blonde entered the room. "Hi," Valarie cooed. "How'd it go at the office JJ'
"Okay I guess...."
"No trouble?"
Donna shook her head, opened her shoulder bag and began to fumble through its contents, mumbling something to the effect that she could never ... but never find anything when she really wanted it.
"What are you looking for?" .
"I ... I'll be damned if I know," Donna said, and then tossed the purse onto her desk with a long and wistful sort of sigh.
"Are you ill or something, Donna?"
"I ... no, of course not. Whatever made you ask a crazy thing like that?"
"Oh, I don't know," Valarie said with a little shrug of her narrow shoulders. "The words just sort of popped out of my mouth."
"Oh...."
"Donna ... hey, chickie-doll, I was putting you on, for pity-sake. Look at you, pale as a ghost and trembling like a leaf ... acting as if you were lost in a fog or something. What is it?"
"I ... I'm all right, Val...."
"Yeah ... all right; like I'm seven months' pregnant!"
"Are you pregnant, Val?"
"Oh, Donna ... no, I am not pregnant ... and you are not all right. Now, look...."
"You'll have to wait until later for your cut, Val," Donna said, a sharp and heavy edge to her voice. "He ... Bob ... the trick I serviced this afternoon ... he didn't have anything smaller than a hundred on him and I forgot to get it changed on my way back here."
"Forget the bloody money," Valarie snapped. "Oh, I won't forget...."
"Your old man ... your father, Donna, he's not worse or anything, is he, kid?"
"Oh, no ... no...."
"Then what is it?"
"What is what?" Donna growled. "Boy Val ... you're sure not making a lot of sense!"
"I'm not making a lot of sense?"
"That's what I said!"
"Hey, Donna ... this is Val. Remember me, huh? I've been your roommate for three years ... and I can read you like an open book. C'mon, kid, give ... tell old mother Valarie what it is that's bothering you."
"Oh, Val ... Val, I...."
"Easy, kid...."
"Is it warm in here, Val?"
"No, not at all ... why-"
"I'm feeling a little light headed. It must be a hot-flash or something. Boy, I'm burning up ... and the room, everything is going around and around."
"You're too young to be having a hot-flash, kid!"
"If you say so...."
"Come over here and sit down," Valarie said in her best listen-to-me-or-niother-will-spank voice. "C'mon, Donna, before you fall flat on your face."
"I'll be all right...."
"Will you please ... please ... get your pretty tail over here and sit down? C'mon, Donna, you're really scaring the hell out of me weaving, about like that."
Donna crossed the room on legs that felt as if they had been made of sponge rubber. She sat down on the bed next to Valarie and then fell into her waiting arms, crying softly. She felt angry and confused, lost ... as lost as a three-year-old unable to find her mother. She nestled her face against the soft, vibrant warmth of Valarie's small, firm breasts, and the almond-eyed girl held her tightly, gently stroking her long, golden hair as she waited for Donna's tears to run their course. It was something the dark, tiny girl had dreamt of for nearly three years-holding the pale goddess in her arms, feeling the crush of her voluptuous body as it pressed tightly against her.
"I ... oh, Val ... it was such an insane sort of experience," Donna said. "He ... well, he wasn't at all what I expected. Oh wow, Val, he ... he ... oh, I don't know how to describe it."
"Describe what?"
"The trick ... that Bob!"
Valarie looked confused.
"I just wasn't prepared for him, Val ... not even a little bit."
"Bob Mackey," Valarie said. "But he's a doll, Donna-really, one of the kindest, sweetest guys you could ever hope to meet. Most of the kids say he's beautiful...."
"I know. They're right ... he is!"
"Well; what ... I mean...."
"You really want to hear it, huh?"
"Yes...."
"Okay, I ... I had a climax with that trick this afternoon, Val," Donna said, and once again tears began to stream down her face. "Can you imagine? I had a climax! As a matter-of-fact, I had a number of them ... and they were all so beautiful. To tell you the truth, it ... it was the best damn lay I've ever had in my whole lousy life."
"And that's what has you strung out?" Valarie said, unable to hide the sense of amazement she felt from her voice, "You're upset because ... because a guy you went to bed with was able to bring you to climax?"
"Not a guy, Val ... a trick!"
"And tricks aren't guys, huh?"
"You know what I mean...."
"I do?"
"Oh, Val ... damn ... you know what I feel about sex," Donna said, softly, but with an undeniable edge creeping into her voice, "about it being a thing you share only with a person you really love."
"Yeah." Valerie said with an affected sigh of exasperation. "I've heard all that liberal clap-trap you say are your feelings about sex. As a matter-of-fact, that's about all I've ever heard from you on the subject. Donna, listen to me-please. You've been brainwashed ... sold a bill of goods. You've been conned and swindled, kid ... cheated in the worst possible way."
"I've heard your side of this question a number of times, too, Val. In fact, I know the whole lecture by heart. Next you're going to tell me that sex doesn't need to be justified, that it has meaning in and of itself ... that it's perfectly all right to go out and spread your legs for anyone who happens to turn you on, anyone at all."
"You've got it, kid...."
"Welcome to the sexual revolution," Donna said, bitterly. "What garbage...."
"This very afternoon you experienced the truth of what I've been trying to tell you for years, Donna, my girl ... and you're still too damn blind to see it. Does a house have to fall on you before you'll believe your own senses?"
"This afternoon ... it was a fluke, a million-to-one chance-happening, Val."
"Sure ... and what are you going to say the next time it happens with a trick?"
"It won't happen again!"
"You're certain of that, huh?"
"Yes; quite certain...."
"I'll bet I could bring you to orgasm without really half trying," Valarie said.
Donna bolted away from Valarie's arms and then sat-shock still, staring at her roommate, unable to accept the fact that she had actually heard what the other girl had said. Valarie, a lezzy ... no, it couldn't be. It must be some kind of joke ... a very, very sick one.
"Besides," Valarie said, "I've been in love with you since about ten seconds after the first time I ever laid eyes on you ... and isn't love the thing that makes sex an okay sort of thing in your book?"
"Val, I ... I don't know what to say."
"Don't say anything ... all you've got to do is climb out of your clothes and join me here in my bed. I'll even help you with your clothes, if you like."
"This is crazy, Val...."
"Why? Because we're both of the same sex?"
"I ... I guess so," Donna said.
"Have you ever made it with another female?"
Donna managed to shake her head.
"Then don't you think you owe it to your education to experience it at least once before you dismiss it as something crazy ... and worse, as something queer.
And I really do love you, Donna ... more deeply than I could ever hope to put into words."
"Val, I ... I can't!"
"Why?"
"I don't really know...."
"Have you ever thought about it?"
"Well, sure ... I mean, everyone, I suppose, is at least a little curious about that sort of thing," Donna said. "But ... well, I never really seriously considered trying it-not for a single minute."
"Are you afraid, is that it?"
"I ... I don't know, Val. Really, it ... oh, I just don't know. Am I afraid ... is that it?"
"I can tell you this, Donna: at this very moment you want to touch me every bit as much as I want to touch you, but something is stopping you ... and if that something isn't fear, what the hell is it?"
"I ... I don't know!"
"You admit that you're curious?"
"Yes...."
"Then let me love you in that special way that only one woman can love another, Donna."
"I ... I ... I...."
"Why don't you admit it, Donna ... you're more than merely curious," Valarie said, a deep and husky sort of hunger in her voice. "You really want me to make love to you. I can feel it, baby ... and, oh, God, how very, very long I've waited for this moment...."
A sound that was part sigh, part cry of a jungle cat seemed to catch in Donna's throat and her whole body began to tremble. The room was suddenly alive with the aroma of her musk ... and her eyes seemed to blaze with the fire of her anticipation.
It was all the signal Valarie needed:
She stood up and began to unbutton the honey blonde's blouse with fingers that crackled with their awesome sense of excitement and expectation.
"Val, I ... I...."
"It's all right, isn't it, Donna?"
"I ... I guess so...."
"Oh, Donna ... my box is fairly dripping."
"I ... I have a confession," Donna said, her voice as soft as a summer breeze. "I know exactly what you mean ... mine is, too."
"Oh, Donna...."
Valarie dropped the blouse to the floor and immediately went to work on the catch of Donna's bra ... and in less time than it takes to tell, her full, ripely firm, pear-shaped breasts were free of the wisp of material which had held them prisoner.
"Beautiful," Valerie moaned, and-as if in response to her words-Donna's breasts seemed to leap out at the dark-haired girl, the hot-pink nipples alive and pulsing with the most intense sort of desire ... as if they were pleading with Valarie to touch them, to caress and fondle and kiss them. "Donna ... oh, Donna...."
The golden one kicked off her shoes, little animal-like noises gurgling away crazily in her throat, and then, with Valarie groaning, she slithered her way out of her mini-skirt, half-slip, and panties in a slow and deliberate sort of tease calculated to bring the blood of the almond-eyed girl to the boiling point.
"Oh, Donna...."
Valarie cupped the fingers of one of her tiny hands over the wide and rippling expanse of one of Donna's huge and throbbing breasts, and then she cried out in the wildest sort of joy as the nipple there responded to her gentle and loving touch. Soon that pink mountain was hard and erect, pulsing, painfully alive ... and the color there became a dark and brooding red.
"Oh, Val," Donna cried. "Oh ... oh...."
"Yes, lover ... yes...."
Donna tried to make contact with the dark-haired girl's small, firm breasts, but Valarie quickly moved her hand away from its target. It confused the honey blonde for a moment. She had so much wanted to touch them ... to feel the warm and wonderful magic of them explode against the tips of her fingers.
"Later, Donna," Valarie cried.
"But Val...."
"Just relax for a moment, baby, and let me make love to you. Just for a little while, my darling. It's ... well, I know it's crazy, but it's really the way I have to have things when I am making love to another woman. Okay?"
"You'll let me know?" Donna whispered.
"Oh, you'll know...."
Tenderly, Valarie kissed the honey-blonde's eyes, the tip of her nose, the base of her chin ... and then, suddenly, she began to lick away wildly at Donna's face, covering every little patch of flesh there with hot and fiercely bold strokes of her thin, wet tongue. Donna groaned as her golden skin turned to quivering gooseflesh ... and then, as if they had a will of their own, her hips began to roll lazily from side to side in undulation.
"Oh, Val ... Val...."
The lips of the dark-haired girl nibbled their way over to Donna's ear, and Valarie whispered, "I love you, Donna-oh, baby, how very, very much I love you," before she sent her moist and hot invader corkscrewing down into the cavern she found there. The golden-one began to shudder, lost in the velvety-magic of Valarie's tongue ... and even the soft and gentle caress of the dark-haired girl's breath against the wet and expectant shell of her ear seemed to have a direct and speedy pipeline to the bubbling witch's cauldron which lay like an angry volcano there in between the honey-blonde's trembling legs.
Valarie's lips traveled from the golden-one's ear to the side of her neck, wet and painful ... and then she settled the tips of her fingers down as lightly as the fluttering wings of a hummingbird on the insides of Donna's quivering thighs.
"Oh, Val ... Val," Donna cried. "It's all so ... so wild and wonderful, darling."
Donna's thighs began to tremble and scream, alive with the fiery touch of Valarie's fingers as they traced crazy little patterns in the tormented flesh therepatterns that seemed to splash out and make their way into every part of the honey-blonde's body, like the ripples produced by a stone cast into a pool of still water.
"It's heavenly, Val...."
"I know, lover ... oh, Donna, how very well I know!"
"I'm sorry I hesitated at first...."
"Don't even think about it...."
The almond-eyed girl began the long trek of her hungry mouth from Donna's neck to her breasts, moving teasingly, at a snail pace, sucking and licking and nibbling away at patch after tiny-patch of golden skin ... and the nearer those lips and tongue came to those aching breasts and screaming nipples, the wilder became the rhythm of the golden-one's churning hips, until at last they were rolling fiercely, recklessly in wild abandon.
Goo began to seep from the lips of Donna's vagina, hot and heavy, thick, and the aroma of that heavenly sweet spunk was like a rich and heady perfume, filling the room with its awesome presence as it testified to the honey-blonde's great and explosive need.
"Val, please ... lover ... oh, the pain ... the pain ... my breasts ... please...."
The agony of the moment was very nearly more than Donna could bear, the gurgling of the animal noises deep within her throat were cosmic in their pleading, and then-at long, long last, Valarie's mouth found its target. Donna began to squirm, squealing with pleasure ... and then the squeal became a feverish sort of wail as the almond-eyed girl drew one of those screaming nipples up into her mouth and began to flick the tip of her tongue against it. Once again the golden-one attempted to make contact with her roommate's proud, firm breasts ... and once again Valarie quickly moved her hand away.
"Not yet, lover," she whispered.
"Please, Val...."
"No ... not yet ... not yet...."
Donna felt disappointed-even a little angry, and she found herself wondering just how long Valarie expected her to be able to wait. She, too, had needs ... and at that particular moment she wanted more than anything to touch her fingers to those small, firm, ruby-capped mountains of hotly quivering flesh. There was something in the way they moved, in the way they rose and fell so seductively that the golden-one found excruciatingly exciting.
Valarie slipped her free hand down under Donna's rump and began to trace the tip of her middle finger around and around the rim of the honey-blonde's anus, and Donna began to giggle like a six-year-old as that dark and forbidden hole began to respond. She could actually feel it puckering away like crazy, and then the dark-haired girl rammed her hard, stiff finger up into that hole ... and the golden-one found herself airborne.
"Oh ... oh, sweet mother-of-mercy," Donna cried. "Oh, oh ... oh, Val...."
It hadn't been a painful experience-quite the opposite, in fact-but it had happened so suddenly that the honey-blonde had been caught totally off guard. Nothing in her past had prepared her for anything like that. She began to settle down after a long moment, forcing herself to relax, and the feel of her roommate's finger as it bobbed and weaved about wildly in that dark place was really quite nice, exciting and pleasurable ... like nothing she had ever known before.
"Do you like that, Donna?"
"Oh, yes ... yes, lover...."
Donna's vagina seemed to be on fire ... a great and sprawling, five-alarm sort of blaze, and the flames of that fire very quickly heated her bountiful load of syrupy-sweet spunk to the boiling point and it seemed as if the golden-one could actually feel it sloshing around down there, bubbling away madly as it prepared to thunder its way up from her screaming cauldron. Her clitoris, too, felt as if it were about to burst ... it pulsed and jerked and shuddered, like a bomb about to explode into a zillion pieces.
"Oh, Valarie ... Val, Val...."
It felt as if she were sitting on the top of Mount Vesuvius, and the long, licking flames of the fire there in between her legs suddenly sent her rump bouncing up from the surface of the bed-higher and higher, twisting so violently that it pulled Valarie's finger from her anus with a wet little popping noise, and then still higher, higher, and her hips began to grind as well as roll, moving to the frantic beat of the thunder which seemed to be exploding with the force of a tropical storm down within the sopping inner walls of her hot and tortured vagina.
Valarie let out a scream that sounded for all the world like the cry of an Apache on the warpath as she began to work her lips and tongue from one of Donna's agonized breasts to the other. Quickly, she drew the nipple there up into her mouth and began to suck away wildly at it. She had been lying at the golden-one's left side, her legs straddled around Donna's left leg, the lips of her vulva grinding wetly against the flesh there, but as her lips and tongue began to tease and play with their newly found prize, like a cat with a mouse, she worked her way up onto her knees ... and after a rather long, uncertain moment of hesitation, she eased her body lightly over her lover's leg so that she might nestle herself down into the little pie-wedge of open bed there in between the honey-blonde's outstretched legs, there at the altar of that bubbling cauldron that was her hot and screaming vagina.
"Oh, Valarie ... eat me, lover."
Valarie's lips released their little playmate and Donna cried out the fact of her nipple's fierce sense of misery-but then she felt the tongue of the almond-eyed girl as it began to lash and swirl its way in monstrous sorts of strokes down across her tight, trembling belly, and down, down, down, traveling wetly in a winding, painful, seemingly all but directionless path to the spunk-covered lips of her quivering sheath.
"Val ... lover," Donna cried. "Oh, lover ... I'm so very close ... on the edge of the edge, darling. Oh, hurry ... please, please, lover ... hurry...."
There was a look of pure ecstasy on Valarie's face ... something almost rapturous, ecstatic with joy, as if she were at prayer or something, and then her head began to bow as her hungry lips and tongue dropped slowly down, down into the region of that tingling, painfully alive and waiting mound of tortured, spongy flesh that was the golden-one's shimmering vulva. Down, down, down....
"Oh, God ... Val...."
"Yes, lover...."
"EAT ME...."
The dark-haired girl hesitated for a moment, enjoying a rush that came with her sense of triumph, and then slipped a hard and stiff finger gently up into the hot, dripping cave that was Donna's sheath. The honey-blonde began to groan and to sing out her bubbling sense of joy as Valarie began to ease her finger in and out, in and out of that fiercely churning cauldron ... and the groan became the high-pitched wail of some hunger-starved jungle animal as her lips found the golden-one's hard and angry clitoris.
"Yes, lover ... oh, yes ... yes, yes...."
Donna's hips bucked involuntarily and then began to grind away in a free and wild flight of undulation as she grabbed Valarie by the head and tried to force more, more, and ever-more of her screaming vagina up against the frantic lapping of that hot and hungry mouth.
"I'm so close, Val ... so ... agggggghhhhhhhhhh, Val ... Val ... I can't hold it back much longer, lover. It ... oh, Val ... it ... it's right there...."
Donna seemed to hear the distant roar of heavy guns as it began to take form there in the tips of her toes and the ends of her fingers at the same time ... a great, sprawling monster-bird flapping its huge, dark wings in a wild and frantic rhythm which seemed to cover every part of her body. She was afraid to breathe as that great and primal thing began to move-movement which soon became rip tidal sort of waves of hard, convulsing muscle as it neared the region of her hot and sobbing cave of love.
"Val," she screamed. "I ... I'm there ... oh, lover ... I'm there ... oh, yes ... yes, yes ... I'm going over, darling ... I'm ... oh, Valarie, lover, I'm cumming, I'm cumming ... I'm cummmmiiiinnnnnnggggggggggggg...."
The eruption hit like the driven rain of a tropical storm-frantic and fiercely wet, an orgasm which seemed to carry the trembling honey-blonde right to the face of death with its intensity . .'. and it seemed to Donna that she was lost somewhere out among the stars, that a lifetime had come and gone as she soared higher and ever-higher, and then, slowly, she began to float back down to earth as a seemingly endless series of after-climaxes continued to nibble away hotly at the inner walls of her vagina.
She felt as if she could have slept for a dozen years, as if every last vestige of energy had been drained from her golden body, sucked out with the explosion that had taken place within her sheath ... but Valarie seemed to be unaware of what had taken place. She continued to lap away in a wild and qfazy manner at the golden-one's limp and exhausted clitoris.
"Stop, Val," Donna cried. "Please, I ... oh, lover, I ... I can't take any more. Please ... oh, lover ... it ... it ... oh, God, lover ... stop ... please, Val, you've got to stop ... stop, stop...."
Valarie seemed not to hear her ... and her tongue continued to wiggle away merrily in reckless abandon. The pain in the honey-blonde's clitoris soon became more than she was able to bear as the dark-haired girl continued to ignore her frantic plea for her to stop, and then Donna began to beat on the head of her roommate, to really smash her fists down into coal-black hair.
Somehow, she had to make her stop ... she had to.
Finally, the message got through and Valarie began to climb up from between Donna's outstretched legs, her eyes probing Donna's face ... and the golden one found something vaguely frightening in the dark and fiery eyes of her roommate, something formless and unstated, but awesome nonetheless in its mute and terrible urgency.
"What is it, Val?"
"I ... I need you, my darling...."
"All right; only...."
"Oh, Donna, I love you," Valarie cried, and then kissed her roommate, a kiss that seemed to shout with the dark-haired girl's hunger and pain ... and for the longest time the honey-blonde was unable to respond in any way, to do anything more than lay there, shock-still, under the hot and wet grinding body of her lover.
"How can I help you, Val?"
"It'll come to you, Donna," Valarie said, and then drove her hot, hot tongue down into Donna's mouth ... and the golden-one sprang to life and began to suck away wildly at that moist and tender little tidbit.
Valarie cupped one of her hands under Donna's head and slipped the other hand up under the firm, smooth flesh of her rump ... and then, unable to contain the sense of explosive passion which threatened to consume her, she allowed her body free rein as she began to grind her pelvic area angrily against the soft, spongy mound of flesh there in between the golden-one's legs.
It took Donna a while to catch on to all the dips and turns of Valarie's movements, but soon she found herself matching her hump for roll and twist for grind, and before very long she began to bring fresh and subtle little ripples and quivers of her own design to the action, fitting them in at what seemed like just the proper moment ... and then both of the girls were soaring high, riding the crest of their lovemaking like a giant wave, moaning and crying out the ecstatic joy they shared for all the world to hear.
"Love me, Donna," Valarie moaned. "Oh, yes ... yes, my darling ... everything will be all right again if only you'll love me. Oh please ... please, please ... love me, Donna...."
"Oh, I do ... I do, Val," Donna cried. "I love you, I really love you. Oh, Val ... Val...."
"Ram that thing at me, baby ... lover ... grind it up against me ... oh, yes ... grind ... grind ... and make me cum...."
Donna pulled out all the stops ... and the wild and free-swinging gyrations of her pelvis soon had her body covered with sweat, but there was something wrong-for some reason Valarie seemed to be stalled, unable to release the great and beating storm from her cave of love.
"Make me cum, Donna," she cried. "Please, please ... oh, lover ... I want to cum so desperately. Make me cum, Donna ... please, please, please...."
The honey-blonde curled her arms around the hot, sweating body of her roommate, drawing her body tightly against her. There were tears in Valarie's eyes, and she began to sob as if her heart were breaking-huge and terrible things which seemed to catch in her throat and thunder their way out to every part of her body.
"I ... I need to cum, Donna...."
"Let me eat you," Donna pleaded.
"Oh, no ... it's not time, lover...."
"But what can I do, Val?"
"Fuck me, lover ... make me cum...."
"I don't know how, Val!"
"Yes, you do ... you do...."
Donna let her hands slide down along the firm, wet, and quivering flesh of the dark-haired girl's back ... allowed them to move lightly and easily until they came to rest on the firm ripe cheeks of her pulsing rump.
"Oh, yes ... yes," Valarie cried. "That feels so good ... so very good, lover ... and right."
The honey-blonde dug the tips of her fingers deeply into the flesh of that pulsing rump, forcing the pelvis of the girl on top of her tightly against her own, and then-holding to her treasure with all the strength at her command, she began once again to roll and twist her hips from side to side as she sent her vulva up against the trembling lips of the dark-haired girl's dripping vagina, but still there seemed to be something wrong-she lacked the leverage she felt she would need to really cut loose. Somehow, she managed to force Valarie's legs apart and then to bring her own legs tightly together under the weight of the almond-eyed girl-and it felt right, perfect.
"Make me cum, Donna," Valarie cried. "Fuck me ... rip me to pieces, lover ... anything ... only please, in the name of mercy ... make me cum...."
Once again Donna sent her poor, tortured vagina soaring up against the vulva of the dark-haired girl, rolling and twisting, grinding and rubbing for all she was worth ... and then she felt the first gush of scalding wet goo as it began to make its way out of Valarie's quivering cave of love and dropped down onto her own thighs.
"Yes, lover ... oh, Donna ... that's it...."
The golden-one moved with an action that was born out of a fierce sense of desperation. More than anything she wanted to bring her roommate to that sweet, sweet moment of ultimate truth ... to pay back at least a part of the wild and beautiful thing she had known at the other girl's hands. She seemed to be possessed and her movements grew wilder and wilder, more and more frantic ... and then she heard the first vague hint of an orgasmic moan as it took form in Valarie's throat and she knew that her efforts were going to pay off, that the dark-haired girl was going to make it-achieve a great and wonderful climax.
"Yes, Val," she cried. "You're there...."
Suddenly, Valarie let out a cry that was part ecstasy, part something else ... a formless sort of thing that Donna didn't even begin to understand and then, without so much as a single word in explanation, she climbed her way up and over the golden one's body and quickly settled her hot, bubbling cauldron down against the mouth of the girl under her. Donna wasted no time in sending her tongue on up into that hot and thundering world of thick, syrupy goo. Once again she dug the tips of her fingers into the vibrant flesh of Valarie's rump ... and all the while her thin, pink invader continued to explore the inside of that dark and musky cave that was her roommate's vagina.
"The clit, lover," Valarie cried. "Get the clit ... or we'll blow it ... and I'm so close, my darling? ... oh, so very, very close...."
It seemed to Donna that Valarie's clitoris was at least three times the size of her own ... and it stood as hard and erect and pulsing as a man's penis. She drew that tender and pink morsel down deeply into her throat and then began to suck away at it wildly, holding it captive between her lips while her tongue teased and swirled and licked its way across the tip of it.
"Yes, Donna ... yes, lover ... that's it!"
Valarie began to rake her vagina recklessly across Donna's lips, but the honey-blonde refused to give up so much as a millimeter of the hard and pulsing little mountain of hot and pink flesh she held captive in her mouth ... and soon the almond-eyed girl began to shudder and shake as she approached the raw and naked edge of her fulfillment.
She began to howl and cry just as the honey-blonde became aware of the fire which had developed again in her own vagina. Donna tried to ignore it at first, intent on bringing her roommate to a monumental orgasm ... but the flames soon became so fiercely hot that there was nothing left for her to do but release the death-grip she had on the meat of Valarie's rump and then send one of her hands down into the agony that was her bubbling cauldron. The lips of her vulva were heavy with spunk and they seemed to part as if by magic as she sent a wiggling finger down into her vagina in search of her screaming clitoris.
"I'm so close, lover," Valarie moaned in a frantic sort of ecstasy as she continued to grind her hot, dripping cave of love harder and harder against the mouth of her lover. Donna's tongue continued to lap away at a frenzied sort of pace, driving Valarie closer and closer to that moment of hot and pulsing magic ... and all the while the tip of her finger was busily at work inside her Own sheath, teasing and tickling the clitoris there.
"I'm there," Valarie cried. "Oh, Donna ... lover, I'm going to make it all the way ... really, I ... I'm cumming ... oh Donna ... oh, oh ... I'm really cumming ... I'm cumming...."
Donna, too, was there ... and each of them began to cry and scream and groan as their bodies exploded with the thundering rhythm of their fulfillment. Valarie went first, flying headlong into the sun, and Donna followed less than a second behind her ... and the sound of their screaming was an awesome and terrible thing. Finally, Valarie pulled her vagina away from the honey-blonde's mouth and settled on her back on the surface of the bed.
"Oh, Donna," she cried, breathless. "It was so good, so intense, so ... so...." Tears filled her eyes and she tried to hide her face against a pillow as Donna rolled over next to her and took her into her arms.
"It's all right, Val. It was ... beautiful."
"Would you like to hear something that will probably blow your mind?"
"Only if you want to tell me...."
"Yes, I ... I want to tell you," Valarie said. "I had an orgasm, Donna ... old sex-pot Val had an orgasm. The first one in nearly a year...."
"I ... I don't know what to say," Donna said. "You ... I ... well, I thought...."
"I know what you thought," Valarie said in a whisper. "It's what I want people to think ... but I don't want there to be anything dishonest between us, Donna. That thing I said about being in love with you ... it's really true; I really do love you...."
"I must have been blind," Donna said. "Three years and I never once suspected, Val ... not once!"
"I was afraid to let you know, Donna. You're awfully straight about some things and ... well, I guess I had this vision of getting up-tight and moving out on me if you knew the truth."
"Oh, I never would have done that, Val," Donna said. "I might be awfully straight, but ... wow, you've got to know that I'm not a prude...."
"It's just that I was afraid, Donna ... and to think of all the time we wasted: three years...."
"Yeah; but ... well, at least our first time out was a wonderful thing," Donna said with a little shrug. "What a perfectly insane sort of day this has turned out to be for me ... first that thing with that trick and now this thing between us."
"It sounds as if you're coming around to my way of thinking in the area of sex," Valarie said. "Is that possible, my darling?"
"Sex for the hell of it, huh?"
"That's it...."
"Well," Donna said, hesitantly, "I'm really not totally convinced, but ... I'd be less than honest if I didn't say that this crazy day has put some pretty heavy dents in my old way of thinking about the subject."
"That's a start," Valarie said. "Hey, how about a quick shower together?"
"Will the two of us fit in there together?"
"Oh, it might be a bit snug ... but you won't hear me complaining about it!"