Chapter 2
Looking back on that moment, Suzanne realized that a thousand thoughts flashed through her mind when she first saw Donald. Yvonne's description was right, down to the last sensuous turn of his hips, the provocative projection in front of his skin-tight jeans. Now, though, the face was fuller, even more appealing than she remembered from months before. The expression was more mature, less innocent; and there was a definite message engraved there. There was no question what was on his mind. She knew, that even if she was quick enough to slam the door in his face, he would not let that stop him. He was there for her, just as he had been before.
Suzanne stood, petrified. At last, she found her voice, shaky, uncertain, loud with fear. "You get out of here, Donald."
He grinned and his foot slid, menacingly, forward over the edge of the door sill. "Now you shouldn't treat an old friend like that. It ain't what I call friendly." She took a deep breath and bit her lip.
"Donald, this isn't Forest Avenue. I just have to scream and there'll be a dozen people over here in two seconds."
"Sure. But you're not going to scream, and you know it." She was appalled by his effrontery, his brash self-confidence. "Just try me. You take one step forward"
"Cool it, baby. I'm coming in and there's nothing you can do to stop me."
He moved towards her, his hand against the door, pushing it back, and Suzanne found herself stepping back, knowing that it was a dream, a terrible, horrible nightmare that took her back to her small apartment on campus, ten thousand years ago, it seemed, and she was, once more, the innocent virgin clinging desperately to the hope of preserving herself for her wedding night, but knowing that it was impossible.
"Donald, please!"
His hands were around her, drawing her close. She felt his hot breath on her face as his mouth came down, closing over hers, and his hips pushed into her, the large bulge between his legs reminding her again...
She struggled, but he held her firmly. His strength had matured, and she felt utterly helpless. With a final effort, she lifted her knee and tried to push into him; but he moved aside. Her foot kicked, ineffectually, in the air, her toe touching the front door and slamming it shut.
He released her, and grinned at her, his hand caressing her cheek.
"Be nice, baby. We had some good times once, remember?"
Fear and anger gave her strength, and she broke away, moving quickly to evade his hands.
"Listen, Donald, you get out of here before you do something you're sorry for and end-up in jail. My husband's coming back in ten minutes to get me. He'll... he'll beat the shit out of you."
Donald laughed, throwing his long blond hair back in a wild gesture of derision, and he tossed his leather jacket on a chair.
"He ain't comin' back, and you know it, not right away. Which means you'n me can have a little party all by ourselves, right?"
"No. Sam's coming back in ten minutes. Now you get out."
He stepped forward, put his hand around her waist and bent down, kissing her quickly before she could turn away.
"Suzanne, I want you, baby. I've always wanted you, and you want me, you know it. Please, baby." The harshness was suddenly gone from his voice; he was desperate, pleading, atone which touched her heart and awakened all the perverse fantasies that had lain dormant for months. "Donald, no. This is ridiculous."
"It ain't. There's nothin' wrong in feelin' the way I do. And something tells me you do, too. Come on, baby, all I want is a little loving."
"You don't. You just want to... to fuck me!" The words shrilled from her lips and she began shaking uncontrollably.
Donald nodded slowly and laughed. "Sure. Ain't that what love's all about?"
"No. Not this way. Only when it's right, when there's" She struggled for the words. "When there's tenderness, when you're gentle, not the way you are and those other little monsters."
"Oh, wow, so I'm a monster now?" He leaned back against the door and pulled out a rumpled package of cigarettes from his hip pocket. Carefully, he extracted one until it stuck half-way out; and then, with an uncertain gesture, he offered it to her. "Cigarette?"
She shook her head.
"It'll soothe your nerves. 'Least, that's what they say."
She turned and walked into the living room, ignoring him. He put the package up to his mouth and gripped the cigarette between his lips, withdrawing it quickly and lighting it with an old Zippo lighter he took from his shirt pocket.
"Well, so you don't want me around?" he said, walking lazily into the room after her, and dropping in a chair opposite her.
Suzanne shook her head.
"No. And nobody asked you to sit down, either."
"I ain't got the best manners," he replied imperturbably, "But then you know all about that. What you don't know is how I feel about you, baby."
"There's only one way you feel," she snapped, her heart still beating wildly, her mind desperately searching for a solution to the situation.
"Sure, there's only one way I feel, and that's for you," he continued, completely unruffled by her obvious rejection, "I've thought about you so much, Suzanne, baby. It wasn't just the fucking. It was everything. That's why I left town. I went back to Kentucky just to get away. But I've been thinking about you every night. Every chick I went with was you. Every time I'd jerk-off at night, it'd be you in my mind. I love you, Suzanne."
She shook her head slowly, hardly believing her ears. His voice had lost its rough quality. He was almost a small boy again, pleading for a crumb from her table of love. For almost a moment, her heart softened, and then her eyes saw his crotch, and the bulge there, and the memory of the gang-rape came back to her, and she shuddered.
"You're... you're sick," she muttered.
"Sure I am. Sick with love for you," he said, stubbing his cigarette in an ashtray, and coming across to her. She shrank away and he knelt at her feet, and put his hand on her knee, looking up imploringly at her. "Suzanne... "
"Get away from me!"
The venom in her words was matched by the sneer on her face, and he recoiled. "Jesus Christ, ain't you got any heart?"
"Yes I do," she replied vehemently, "And it belongs to my husband, who knows how to treat a woman properly, not like your type."
"So you ain't gonna be nice to me, huh?"
"No, I am not."
"Not even if I'm gentle and tender, like you said?" His hand came forward, sliding up her leg suggestively. She felt a quiver in her loins, and she pulled her leg away to one side, but he held on, his fingers squeezing gently, provocatively.
"Donald, quit that."
He laughed.
"Sounds like maybe I'm gettin' to you after all."
She tried to rise, but he pushed her back. His hand slid from her shoulder down to her breast, and his fingers closed around her firm flesh, and she felt her gorge rising. "Donald, I'm going to throw up."
"Like shit you are. Now you listen to me." His fingers played with her breast, cupping it and pinching the ends. Suzanne felt her nipples respond, and a warm glow begin flooding her groin. Dammit, why did she react like that? Why couldn't she just scream her head off, or run like hell for the dooranything to put an end to this insane dialogue? Yet something inside told her to stay, to feast her eyes on his undeniable, animal appeal, to wonder if that attractive bulge in his blue jeans would grow, or if his technique had changed... or anything? Jesus, help me, help me. I want him, and I don't want him. Sam, Sam, come back home now and rescue me. Save me from him, save me from myself.
'You look okay to me. You ain't gonna throw up. In fact, you ain't gonna do anything but fuck, you know that?"
She trembled visibly and bit her lip. She felt the tears in her eyes and she looked away.
"Sure you're gonna fuck, because that's why I came here. You're damn right. I've been casing this place for days. I know what time your husband goes to work. I know where he works. And I know he's not coming back till later tonight, which makes it plumb-dandy for us right now to have a little fun. Like old times, huh?"
The tingle in her groin was more than just a quiver. She felt the surge of desire, that same feeling she experienced during the gang-bang with him and the others months before, that perverted passion for degrading violence to be performed upon her, satisfying that primitive side of her which had been subdued since her wedding. Sam made beautiful love, but there was never anything animal about him, nothing to bring out the tiger in her loins the way Donald did.
His hand was firm on her breast and his other one slid up under her dress, pinching its way to her nylon panties a small barrier to the probing fingers that pushed against her warm mound, already oozing its juices of desire.
"Stop it!"
She jerked herself away, tried to rise and escape across the room, but he grabbed her, pulling her back. She lost her balance and fell, lengthwise, on the couch, her head coming to rest inches from his own. His mouth came down and his lips closed over hers, his tongue pushing in forcefully. Her hands beat ineffectually against his shoulders and she felt the tip of his tongue licking around her teeth, touching her flesh like a red-hot welding torch, setting her afire with every flicker.
She felt her mind reeling and her strength ebbing beneath the onslaught of his unrestrained demands. His hand stroked her breasts and slid across her stomach, coming to rest over her crotch, then pressing down firmly against her throbbing, warm cavern. Even through her dress she felt his probing fingers pushing into her bush, sending stabs of sensual delight through her groin. Little choking sounds emerged from her throat, stifled, as they were, by his mouth over hers.
He broke away, holding her shoulders with one hand while the other grappled with her dress, pulling it up above her waist.
"Donald, oh, please, no, not that, please!"
He laughed.
"You love it, and you know it."
His fingers pushed under the edge of her panties and crept through her bush to her slit. Carefully he inserted two fingers and pried open her cunt-lips and she felt the glow begin as he entered her and touched her clitoris, already beginning to stiffen from the growing sensuality within her, the general thrill that came before his ultimate penetration of her body.
One hand crept around her neck and pulled her face to his. He began licking her cheeks, then around her eyes, kissing both her eyelids tenderly; then, quickly, he bit the end of her nose, and clamped over her mouth, pushing his tongue inside. She felt herself respond almost automatically, her own tongue blending with his in a slow movement of ecstasy. He let out a soft moan in his throat and raised-off her.
"Now that's more like it, baby," he murmured, "No sense not enjoying it."
His fingers were probing her vagina deeply, feeling around her warm, dripping cunt-flesh, touching her clitoris every few seconds, rubbing up-and-down the shaft and flicking across the end, stabbing her senses with flashes of unbearable ecstasy.
Suzanne found her hips beginning to move, rotating in rhythm to his caresses. With a knowing grin, Donald eased his hand from around her neck and slipped it down the front of her dress feeling her nipple, already firm and standing-up, eager for more titillation. With a sudden gesture, he gripped the front of her bra and tore outward, ripping the material away from her body. The mounting feeling of tenderness was immediately dispelled and Suzanne cried out, clutching her bosom as her breasts fell open to his gaze, bobbing in front of her.
"Donald!" she screamed, and he slapped her gently across the face.
"Shut up, baby, this is where we stop farting around," he snapped coolly, "If you don't take it all off, I'm gonna tear it off, piece-by-piece."
"I can't, I" Suzanne's face was cascaded with tears. Donald laughed loudly.
"Just like a fucking woman," he said coarsely, "It won't help. I'm gonna fuck you, baby, and right now."
Suzanne stared up at him, her gaze partially blurred by the tears, and she watched, fascinated, as he stood, and with a few quick movements, he took off his shirt, tore off his shoes and pulled off his blue jeans, allowing his half-erect penis to bounce out into view, projecting from his crotch, the fantastic focal-point of his virility. He had put on weight. He had broadened-out considerably since she last seen him naked. His shoulders were thicker, his chest broader. His muscles seemed to be larger, more defined. His waist was still as slim as ever, with a smooth, flat stomach. His legs were well-formed and shapely, but, most of all, his penis... that beautiful, sensuous organ that was slowly rising to its full majesty, above that large, tight sac, scarcely covered with light hair... that had grown, most of all. He stood for a moment, staring at her.
"Well, are you gonna take 'em off or do I?"
She lay still, shaking, and he stepped forward, reached down and with one movement, grabbed her dress and tore it off her. A second later, the nylon panties disintegrated beneath his violent fingers, and she was naked on the couch, cowering beneath his nude body above her.
He pushed his hips forward, making his penis rise slightly and throb before her face.
"There he is, baby. Have you missed him?"
She stared at the end, its wide, cockslit oozing lube, the head just peeking through the folds of foreskin that formed the apex to the organ. So long, so thick! It had grown thicker, she swore to herself, her eyes absorbing the sight that sent shivers through her loins. Oh, Donald, what a beautiful cock you have, she thought.
Yes, it was bigger than Sam's. It was thicker, both at the base and at the end; and that head, so wide and flat and sexy-looking. It stood out from his groin, throbbing and jerking up-and-down.
"See, I can make him jump for you."
He laughed as he flexed his hips and made his penis move spasmodically up and then, down; he slowly moved forward until the end was almost touching her lips. "Go on, say hello to him." She turned her head and closed her lips tightly. "I said suck it, bitch."
She closed her eyes and refused to look. Inside she knew she wanted. Oh, God, how she wanted to. Yes, she wanted to suck it as well. She wanted to feel it plunge violently into her. But she would never let him know that. She would never...
She recoiled at the pain as his hand came down on her cheek, stinging her with a firm ruthless slap.
She cried out, and glared up at him.
"I said... SUCK IT, GODDAMMIT," he shouted. "Or do you want me to come all over you?" He lunged forward, and she tasted the saltiness of his lube on her lips, and then it pushed into her mouth, and she felt him thrust it forward until the head was rammed into her throat. "There, that's better, baby."
He began rotating his penis and she closed her lips around the shaft, letting her teeth grip his foreskin and hold it back away from the head. Her tongue caressed the underside, touching his sensitive spot beneath the glans, and he moaned with satisfaction. In-and-out he pushed it and she brought her hands up and held his shaft in one, and took his balls in the other. Slowly she rotated his sac, feeling the incredible size of his testicles as his massive length violated her mouth, working in-and-out, slowly but surely, as she felt the throbbing expansion of his rod within her.
Oh, yes, this was it. At last she had him again. She felt her loins building-up with that indefinable thrill, the wonderful feeling of having this boy, the very first in her life who had taken her virginity, the one who had haunted her dreams for so long, despite her love for Sam and their nightly sex together. This was Donald, the beautiful boy with the big dick. Suck it, suck it, you love it, you know you do.
She felt her vagina pulsating with desire for his length to be buried within it, her juices creeping-down her cavern and lubricating her flesh in readiness for what she knew would be the greatest fuck she had ever had, either with him before, or with anyone, ever. She began moving her hips and Donald stared down at her, and grinned.
"Oh, wowee, you're really getting with it now. Good, huh, baby? Good to have that ol' thing once more?"
She ignored his voice. She was concentrating on his penis, enjoying every inch of it as it moved slowly in-and-out, her mouth forming a liquid-hot passage for him to fuck. She could taste his flesh, that special musky quality he had always had, more arousing to her than any man she had ever had relations with, more sensuous than Sam, more titillating than Ted, more consuming than Clayton. Suck-suck, fuck-fuck... Her mind reeled beneath the overwhelming aura of delight beautiful, perverse, degrading delight.
Donald pulled-back, and his penis swayed in front of her, glistening in the light with all the saliva along its length. He swung himself over her in a sixty-nine position, and lowered his sex once more into her willing mouth while his tongue began licking her legs, up-and-down, around her bush, teasing her. She groaned and moved her hips. She lifted her mouth off his penis and screamed out: "Suck me, you bastard, suck me," and he giggled, and went on teasing her. Finally, his hands pulled her cunt-lips apart and she felt his warm mouth descend into her twat, his tongue probing and licking her clitoris, up-and-down its shaft, in-and-out her vagina, all around until she felt her insides were going to explode with anticipation.
Deep inside, she felt her orgasm start, flood through her entire being, and then her body was wracked with a spasm of ecstasy. She moaned, lifted-off his penis and cried out: "Christ, I'm coming, I'm coming!" And she lifted her hips, pushing his face deeper into her as she felt her vaginal tunnel contract and squeeze her love juices down to a waiting mouth that was licking-up every drop as it came oozing-out.
His hands crept round her buttocks, lifting her and squeezing her smooth round flesh, pulling her nearer to him, and his one hand slid down between, searching for her anus and pushing a finger in, adding to the convulsive paroxysm of ultimate delight.
She felt his penis flex and thicken in her mouth, as he thrust forward with ever increasing intensity, his own emotions stimulated by her climax. Her fingers closed tighter around his shaft, holding it firmer and feeling the cord at the back stiffen. She pulled on his sac, stretching his balls and tightening the skin around his penis, making it even smoother and slicker as it slid in-and-out of her mouth, pounding deep into her throat where the head lodged and quivered with mounting passion.
She heard his convulsive grunting between her thighs and his body began trembling and he lifted off her cunt and cried out, "Yeah, baby, yeah, I'm there, I'm there... " and with wild animal fury, she clamped her jaws down as she felt his rod shudder and ejaculate into her mouth, spilling great gobs of semen over her tongue, filling her mouth with the musky, salty taste that she loved so much. She gulped, swallowed and felt more shoot-out into her as his groans intensified, his hips moved with staccato shudderings and he shot more-and more of the delicious love-cream into her. Her mind boggled at the realization that, after so long, it was once again happening. She again had him within her; she was taking his seed into her body and bringing him to the peak of satisfaction.
He never was going to stop she thought; on-and-on the delicious cum kept filling her mouth, until, finally, she felt him relax and she lowered her mouth until her lips touched his balls and she milked him of the very last drop, licking the cockslit and getting the very essence of him from his cock. She remained with her mouth around his sex, knowing it would slowly soften. But he did not soften. His penis did not diminish in size or firmness. He kept moaning, and moving his hips, slower, but still keeping his erection. She raised-up, slowly, covering his shaft with her hand, and stared at him. He lifted his head from her crotch and grinned at her.
"I'm a horny stud, ain't I?" he said devilishly, "I ain't going soft, I'm staying with you now. Come on, climb on, baby, we're goin' for a ride."
He stretched out, and as if in a dream, Suzanne moved her body until she was straddling his thighs, the tip of his enormous prick touching her vaginal opening.
"Yeah, lower away."
Balancing herself on her arms, she carefully lowered her body, feeling the head enter and push past her clitoris, then way deep into her canal, until his entire length had disappeared into her hot, steamy cavern, slick and syrupy from her coming and his saliva. She gasped, feeling the head push up to the mouth of her womb, and her insides gripped his shaft tightly and he cried out: "Yeah, tight, baby, tight."
He began moving his body, and she lifted herself up-and-down, riding his sex and glorying in the feelings that coursed through her. She was going to come again, she knew. That thick dick was getting to her, pushing aside her flesh and violating her innermost depths, bringing her the greatest sexual pleasure she had enjoyed in months. Sorry, Sam, but he is bigger... and thicker... and younger... and hornier... Jesus, this is good... and he's got such a groovy body.
Suzanne put her arms forward, her fingers touching his chest, supporting herself as she rotated on his penis. She ran her hands over his chest, relishing the muscles that had grown some since last she felt them, making him harder, broader, more manly; he was no longer the sexy boy; he was a virile young man, with a man's muscles and firmness. She ran her fingers over his stomach, feeling the ridges of firm young muscle twitching as he moved and thrust himself in-and-out of her.
He was staring across his body at her crotch, seeing the wetness oozing from her crack, at the shininess of his rock-hard cock as it entered and withdrew from her.
"Hey, that's a good-lookin' pussy down there!"
She bent her head and joined his gaze, hardly believing the way her bush was spread apart, her pink lips gripping the prick inside her, the darker red of her flesh appearing every-now-and-then, pulled-out by the thickness of his horn as it came sliding-out before jamming back in again. In... out... oh, what a beautiful sight! What supreme ecstasy!
She bent down and closed her lips over his, and his arms came round her, holding her back and kneading her flesh while their tongues joined in a frantic licking and sucking of each other. She broke and licked his cheeks, his forehead, his ears, then his chest, biting his nipples and feeling the quivering of his muscles under the smooth, tanned skin.
"I'm gonna roll you over now, baby."
With flexing muscles, he gripped her body and moved sideways until she was beneath him, and he was on top. He accomplished the procedure without missing a stroke, keeping his steady rhythm in-and-out of her cunt.
"Now wrap your legs round me, bitch."
She knew what he wanted, and she knew why. Without hesitation, she lifted her legs and locked them at the ankles, embracing his slim waist, and giving him that much more room to penetrate her. She felt his rod ram home even deeper than before and she gasped at the incredible sensations that were stemming from the deepest corners of her vagina.
"Oh, Christ, this is good!"
She hardly recognized her own voice; she was even amazed that she should let out such an exclamation; but she knew she was past caring now, past concern for anything but the beauty of the encounter with him, with this one person who had made her realize for the first time what it was to be a woman, impaled upon a man's penis, her emotions pushed beyond imagination, and by an organ that defied description.
"Oh, fuck, fuck. Stick that thing in, all the way."
"It is in all the way, you cunt."
Their bodies were sweating, the streams of perspiration running freely down their sides; Suzanne could feel her breasts awash as they slapped against his chest, the friction stimulating her nipples even more until it was like red-hot pokers stabbing through her flesh. She could feel his balls bang against her buttocks every time he rammed deep into her, and his moans blended with her own as they were both carried forward towards their climax.
His shaft was still as hard and thick as ever, and with every push it seemed to expand, to throb even more, and his body seemed to move even quickerfaster-and-faster, in and out, pressuring her flesh and jabbing her insides with delicious sensation.
She knew it could not last, but she wanted it to. She knew it was wrong; she hated herself and she hated him; but, at the same time, she gloried in what was happening. She loved to feel his sex within her cunt, to enjoy his flesh under her fingers, and to close her mouth over his and to kiss his handsome face. The only thing that mattered were the feelings that their union was producing. She didn't care what happened; she didn't even care that Sam might come home early; that a neighbor might knock at the door and walk-in unexpectedly; she just didn't care. She was too carried away, and she knew that at any moment, he would climax; and then she would again; and she wanted it to go on, more... more... more...
They had both settled-down to the steady, building rhythm and his hands were digging into her viciously. She almost screamed from the pain as he scored her back, his nails rough against her soft skin. She dug her own nails into him, thrilling at the firm hardness matching the firmness of his cock within her cunt.
"Jeez... tighter... tighter... come on, pussy, snap at it!"
She concentrated on her vagina, consciously clasping his penis as it entered her, holding tightly and feeling every curve of it within her, shivering, shaking. She felt her responses rising and she began clawing at him as her insides convulsed again and she felt her juices flowing once more as her mind left her body in the supreme ecstasy.
Dimly, she was aware of his cry, the ramming of his cock deep into her and the spurting lit again, great loads of come that oozed-down her channel, mingling with the sweat around her bush, and dripping-out between her legs. Then with a sudden gasp, he began to soften and he moved back. She unwrapped her legs, and lowered them to the couch with a thump, realizing how tired she was and feeling the aching at the ankles where she had locked them around his waist. He gazed up at her and grinned.
"That sure was the best fuck ever, huh?"
She met his gaze and smiled.
"You're goddamn right, you little bastard."
Her voice was harsh, but not unpleasant, and they both laughed. He bent forward, covering her again and kissed her on the lips. Then he rolled off the couch and stretched-out on the carpet.
"Jeez, that was so good I reckon I'll stick around for some more. When's the old man gettin' home?" Suzanne sighed.
"Later. Around eleven." Then she frowned. "I thought you knew all about that." Donald laughed. "Keerist, you'd believe black was white if I told you, wouldn't you? Stupid cunt."
"You mean you didn't know he was going to be gone till then?"
"Hell, no. I figured I'd take a chance." He laughed again. "Nothing tried, nothing gained, my ma always says."
She gasped and then giggled.
"You're too much," she murmured, "But, anyway, you'd better get going now. I've got to clean-up." She slid sideways and patted the couch. "Look at this mess. I'll have to clean this before it stains." He laughed. "Come-stains on the couch. Sounds like a song, don't it?" She shook her head and gave him a despairing look. "Come on, get dressed. You've got to go, Donald."
He leaned-over and grabbed her breast and tweaked the nipple roughly. She jerked away. "Quit that!"
"No, I won't, and you love it, you know. And I ain't gettin' out 'til I'm good and ready, you hear?"
Their eyes met, and his expression was suddenly again grim, and the lightness in her heart evaporated, and her old fear returned. Even the lingering afterglow of sex in her body faded, and an overpowering sense of guilt and disgust invaded her mind.
"Donald... "
"And quit bitching like that. I came here to see you because I wanted to, because I wanted to fuck you again, and tell you how I felt. And I do feel for you, you goddamn cunt, if you'll ever get that into your addled brain. So shut your mouth. I'm going, but in my own time."
He got up, and, stark naked, walked through the living room into the kitchen. Suzanne lay on the couch, her heart beating wildly. She heard the tinkle of glasses and the kitchen faucet being turned-on. She leaned back. So he just wanted a glass of water. She was not surprised, considering all the activity. It had been a good session. He had certainly improved. He fucked like a man now, not like a nervous boy, anxious to get his rocks-off with a chick. Yet there was still that boyish quality about him, the innocent youthful aura that had first appealed to her despite the horror of the first attack that he had inflicted upon her when he took her virginity. He had matured physically, though not much mentally, but, then, did that type ever-really mature mentally? With his background, his lack of education, his ghastly family situation and that perverted brother of his...
Suzanne's eyes opened wide as she suddenly thought of Ted. Yes, Ted, the brother who had carried-on where Donald left off. Would he be back for more of the same treatment? And what about the colored boy, Clayton?
Donald walked back into the living room, carrying a glass of water. He stood, staring at her insolently, his penis swaying gently between his legs. "Donald...?"
"Yeah?"
"Did your brother leave town, too?" He shook his head and laughed coarsely. "Nope. He's still around. Why? You want a little of his cock, too, again?"
"No!"
The word exploded from her mouth, and instantly she regretted it. He laughed loudly and nodded his head. "You sounded real scairt. You figure I might bring him around again, is that it?" She shook her head, but her voice betrayed her. "Of course not. You've got more sense."
"Mebbe I don't have any sense at all." He walked over and sat down next to her, tracing his fingers over her stomach and resting his hand over her mound. She tried to push him away, but he slapped her hand gently, and replaced his fingers over her bush.
"You quit that," she said.
"Lookit, I'll play with your twat anytime I feel like it," he snapped. "And if you don't do like I say, I'll bring ten guys 'round some night when I'm sure your old man won't be home, and then you'll really have some cock up that cunt of yours. More'n you bargained-for, too. So straighten up. You do good with me, and there'll be no trouble."
She shifted back to ease the tenseness in her back.
"Donald, you've got to promise not to come back again. Not ever. You understand?"
"Nope. I'm coming back. You know that."
"Donald... " She floundered hopelessly, searching for the right words, the forceful expression. "Look, I'm married. It's different now." He shook his head.
"Bein' married don't make no difference. Most of the chicks I've ever balled have been married. It's the married ones who dig it, especially what I've got." He put his hand on his penis and waved it in the air in front of her. "I know what this does to you, doll." Her eyes automatically looked at the long thick organ in his hand; and, for an instant, she wanted to reach out and pull the foreskin back to expose the head again.
'Yeah, I know all about you chicks who're married. Mebbe you marry 'cos you need someone to take care of the bills, but then the guys who take care of the bills can't always take care of the cunt. So you get a little cock elsewhere. And I've got a beaut. So you ain't gonna turn me down, no, baby. And besides, like I said, you're kinda special to me. I broke your cherry, remember?" She nodded.
"I remember," she said quietly, "And that makes you special to me, too. But don't spoil it by trying for something that can't work, Donald. It'll never work. And you can't keep coming back. You know that. I don't want it, and you'll only get caught, and then there'll be a whole mess for everyone."
"You're talkin' like a kid again, Suzanne."
"Maybe that's the only way to get through to you," she snapped. "You behave like an adult, and I'll treat you like one."
He laughed, and gently slapped her face.
"Nasty, nasty," he chided her. "Keep talkin' like that and I'll stick around and fuck you again tonight." Her face blanched.
"No, not tonight. Please." She glanced up at the clock over the mantel. "Oh, Donald, look at the time. Come on, get dressed and get out of here." He sighed, and got to his feet. "Okay, but I'll be back, I promise."
She sat up, and reached for her torn dress and underclothes. With a hopeless shake of her head, she glared up at him.
"That was a new dress."
"You shouldn't buy such cheap stuff. You husband makes good money, I reckon. This is a classy pad."
She took the material, rolled it in a ball and started walking out of the room. She descended the stairs into the basement, threw the torn garments into the gas incinerator and came back up into the living room.
Donald was dressed and tucking his shirt into his jeans; a difficult task considering the tightness of the pants. She smiled at him.
"You couldn't get a smaller pair, could you?" she said sarcastically.
He eyed her for a moment, then grinned.
"Smart-ass." He walked forward and took her in his arms, embracing her and kissing her fully on the mouth. When he released her, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
"Oh, it's like that, is it?" he said, his voice grating. "Just for that I might stick around... "
"NO!" Her voice cut across the room shrilly.
"Okay. Okay. I'm goin'." He moved to the front door and stood for a moment, staring at her. She suddenly realized she was naked and became instantly embarrassed.
"If you're going, go," she snapped, "and remember, don't come back. I'm having a chain put on all the doors tomorrow."
He paused, his hand on the doorknob.
"You really don't want me back, Suzanne?"
There was a strange note of pleading in his voice. "No, I don't."
"Okay. That's what you want?"
"That's what I want." He laughed callously.
"We don't always get what we want, do we? See you, baby, and thanks for the fuck. It was a good one, I'll say that."
He opened the door and was gone. Suzanne stared after him and suddenly the tension of the past hour caught up with her. She felt her stomach heaving, and with a gasp, she ran for the bathroom and bent over the commode, letting her guts spew out. She raised up, breathing deeply, and caught her reflection in the mirror.
"Oh, my God," she whispered. "What's happening to me?"