Chapter 2
Two worlds-minutes apart in the same city. One safe, secure, quiet, mental. That was Donna Gray's sorority house that she left about five o'clock that afternoon, bundle under her arm. One violent, roaring, bloody. That was where she headed that afternoon-down the freeway to the ghetto alongside the industrial district. The rentstrike parade. "The wildest night this town will ever see," Witsy promised Donna, flashing white teeth in her beautiful tan face. "Kark and I are a big part of it. We're the team drops the bomb in the bank-the fucking red-lining bank that everybody hates down here."
Donna felt cold in her arms and legs and hot in her stomach. She didn't really want to see Witsy tonight, or Witsy's boyfriend, Kark. But Witsy was her sociology project and her conscience wouldn't let her off the hook. Tonight would be a high water mark in Witsy's young life. The riot if it got to that-and the bank bombing. So how could Donna stay home at the sorority house play rock music, wash her hair, study or gossip with friends while Witsy, the subject of her sociology thesis went through her night in hell without her? No way. The white virgin coed was scared spitless-but she knew she had to go.
Police cars already moved silently, efficiently towards the parade street. The evening was cool; Donna shivered. There could be big trouble down here tonight. She parked her car some distance away and took the bus into the danger areas as Witsy had instructed her. There were a few other riders. No sane person would near Canterbury Avenue tonight. Donna clutched her bundle and her bag with the recorder and notebook and felt her breath go short as she got close. She'd never exposed herself to anything like this before.
The Oldtown district frightened her and stimulated her at the same time. It was not all black, but a mixture of poor whites, chicanos, blacks and a few orientals. Beside the strong industrial smells, there was an odor of decay and staleness. As she went past a gloomy tavern she smelled the smell of stale beer. To Donna who came from another, smaller city with little poverty, who'd always lived in a well-to-do home, this district was like a visit to another planet.
Tonight there was an air of urgency and excitement as people scurried by, either on the way to the parade or ducking out of the area to hide until the action was over. On her other visits she'd feared mugging, or worse. Tonight with the sound of sirens and the sight of police cars and an occasional fire truck she felt a different fear like a city getting ready for a war. But she'd promised Witsy....
She gave a gasp. Not a half block away stood Earl Minto, a white boy she knew, talking to a chicano girl. Earl was from her home town and his family knew her family. She'd had a couple of bad dates with him when she'd first come to college, before she met others in her sorority activities. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with red hair and a sharp, inquisitive nose. Somehow he'd found out she was a virgin and he'd really pursued her. He seemed to think he had a special claim on her since she came from his town and his folks knew hers.
What the devil was Earl doing down here tonight? He was no political activist. He was a churlish slob. She didn't want him to see her down here. She thought she heard her name called, but she rushed across the street on the diagonal and half-ran the rest of the way to Witsy's house. She plunged in without hesitating, without knocking.
That turned out to be a mistake, another shock. Not on account of Earl. She forgot all about Earl and even about the danger down here. She had stumbled in on Witsy with her boyfriend. Kark was fucking Witsy right there on the sofa in the cluttered living room.
She'd barely locked the door and swung around before she saw them. Witsy's long, tan legs up in the air, widely separated. Kark's thick, black body on top of hers, his strong buttocks bucking. Witsy gave high, keening cries of delight and Kark responded with masculine grunts of pleasure.
One of the things that fascinated Donna about Witsy was the black girl's free and easy attitude about sex. So different from her own. Of course, Witsy didn't seem black at all. She was a honey tan, with a Caucasian face, limpid brown eyes, a slim figure with medium breasts that seemed fabulously sensual. She was bold and open, but Donna had never expected anything like this.
Donna stood there, her eyes getting used to the darkened room, seeing it all and trembling from the sudden sight of the two beautiful, adult humans fucking each other.
"Don-Donna-go on into the kitchen-see you-ah, ha, ah-there-in a few minutes," Witsy managed, Kark paid no attention to her at all. His eyes were closed his body drummed into the exquisite tan body that he fucked. Before she hurried to the kitchen Donna saw his stiff black cock riding boldly in and out of Witsy's cunt, gleaming with Witsy's juices. Her heart pounded in excitement to see this intensely intimate act. She'd had so little sex experience she half-believed that nobody ever did anything at all now here it happened right in front of her!
But tonight was so special! In the kitchen, Donna dropped her bundle and stood there shaking. For the first time she understood what this district, Witsy and her people, this house stood for. Sex. In these mean streets, in the living room with its broken furniture, threadbare rug and stained wall, even the kitchen, clean enough, but smelling of ancient meals, with everything sagging and cracked-even cockroaches everything was possible.
She drew deep breaths. She felt a high tingle in her cunt. She moved slightly so that she was hidden from the couple but could see their bodies surging. She felt between her legs and began to masturbate. She seldom did that, but down here everything was possible that was impossible in her own world....
Donna would've been amazed-but the tan girl being fucked on the sofa was ... thinking of her! As Kark's cock drove into Witsy's cunt she enjoyed tremendous thrills of exultation.
"Oh, Kark, Kark," she cried in pleasure.
"Mmmmm. Mmmmm." Silent, solemn Kark in his religious fanaticism was away in some dream world, letting his cock and his body drive in sexual pleasure.
You were most alone when fucking, thought Witsy. She loved that. Not having to perform. Street people were like that. You had a lot of sex because it cost nothing and there was not much else to do.
Kark was different from the rest of the group that lived in this house. Kark's Imperial Cluster. Kark proudly limited his sex to her among this crowd of followers. Once in a while she sneaked sex with others but she never told Kark. He might take a knife to her or throw her out. He despised the oversexuality of the poor.
"Ah, ah, ah," she went. His powerful cock had taken her just about there and she wanted to sing with happiness. She truly loved Kark and never more than when she was about to take his burst of liquid joy.
Yet at this peak moment of sex she closed her eyes and thought about Donna's body. That rich, black hair, so lustrous, that fell below Donna's shoulders. The rounded body with the hour glass figure. That long column of Donna's throat, those breasts so much softer than hers. Donna's curves-and her smooth skin, so young, so fresh. It was Donna's curves-and her smooth skin, so young, so fresh. It was Donna's purity, her innocence that deeply excited the tan girl. Why not? Her own sex life had started so long ago. Her people were so blase about sex. Donna's innocence dazzled Witsy.
Kark gave a groan, stopped fucking her and held her buttocks firmly to seed her cunt. She heard his wail of involuntary loss of control and happiness. Then his jism burst into her.
"Ah, God!" she went, faint and dizzy, and her cunt throbbed in sweet orgasm along with his. Over the years Witsy had complete control of her orgasms.
Kark, finished, quickly rose, dressed and went to find Earl Minton. Kark did not like Donna or any white woman. He prided himself on not being sexually interested in white women. "White like bathroom walls. Dull. Nothing," he always said.
He left the house and left Witsy hot for the virgin girl in the kitchen. Witsy, naked, joined Donna. The white girl had a flushed look about her that told Witsy she'd been masturbating. Good! Donna had told Witsy she seldom played with herself and never had orgasms. Well, down here the uptight girl had begun to loosen.
Witsy hugged Donna. "Baby!"
Donna averted her eyes from Witsy's nudity. "Oh, Witsy, I'm so sorry I walked in on you and Kark."
Witsy hands raced lightly over the white girl's lush body. She was high and meant to cash in on Donna's jacking off also. "Forget it. Kark doesn't mind. I don't mind. We fuck a lot in the Imperial Cluster."
"Oh, Witsy!"
"Did you get it off, kid?" asked Witsy. "You know I didn't," said Donna, shocked by the direct question. That was Witsy, always saying the direct, open thing. "I can't do myself."
"You sure got if off last night," said Witsy. She recalled the episode between herself and Donna from last night when the two girls had sat alone, late at night in Kark's van, and Witsy had made first sexual contact with the innocent girl.
Last night Donna had talked about life in the sorority house, how everything was boys! And how bashful the girls were about their bodies in front of each other. While she talked, Witsy began to kiss and fondle her. It embarrassed Donna-and thrilled her. She protested but that seemed to delight Witsy who kissed her in earnest, hands boldly stroking Donna's body.
It was a key moment in Donna's life, so different than her dates with boys. Somehow girl kissing seemed safe and comfortable, especially with the good looking Witsy. Witsy kissed Donna about the neck, finding all those shiver spots and Donna felt wild streaks of exquisite anticipation even as she protested. Especially when Witsy dipped her hands inside Donna's blouse and undid her bra to stroke Donna's breasts.
"Witsy, we shouldn't!" breathed Donna. Her cunt flowed as the warm palms made her nipples grow hard.
"Nonsense," said Witsy. Then she kissed Donna and forced her tongue into the white girl's mouth. It was the first time ever that Donna had felt a hot, sexy tongue inside her mouth. She twisted in repulsion, and then pleasure, as Witsy French kissed her and played lasciviously with her tits. She thrilled as Witsy sucked out her saliva and pulled Donna's tongue into her own mouth to nibble it gently. Oh, God.
From there it was only a step to Donna's first orgasm brought on by another person. Witsy's hand dipped inside Donna's pants to find Donna's cunt, already wet. Witsy began to jack off the stirred-up girl. That was when she'd discovered Donna's virginal obstruction.
"You've still got your plug, you lucky bitch," breathed Witsy.
"I'll never lose it," cried Donna. "I'm frigid. My dates tell me that."
"Shit," said Witsy. "You're a walking sex bomb, crazy to explode."
Under the drive of Witsy's fingers, and excited Donna spread her legs and let Witsy stroke her clitoris. In no time Donna rose up to sex glory and went into a wild orgasm, throbbing and squeezing her legs on Witsy's hand. It was a delicious, delirious surrender.
Now, tonight, it seemed to Donna that they picked up where they'd left off last night. Witsy kissed her, hugged her and then began to undress her.
"Now, Witsy, I don't think-"
"We have to try on the clothes you brought," grinned Witsy. She indicated the bundle. "Sure, but-"
"Trust Momma," said Witsy.
There was something commanding, almost masculine about Witsy, and Donna obeyed, undressing, with her eyes downcast.
Witsy lived in seventh heaven. Down here among her own she was always the shy, backward one. Got fondled and teased into sex by some guy. With Donna, Witsy was in charge, taking the lead. She thrilled not to see Donna's nakedness. After all the years of seeing nude bodies in varying shades of dark, it was almost a miracle to see that that glossy black pubic hair, that pink slit of a cunt, so innocent "Are we alone?" asked Donna anxiously.
"Safe as a bank vault," said Witsy. "The Cluster is all out on the streets tonight with jobs to do." She jerked a thumb at the out-doors and Donna could hear the sound of rushing feet and faint cries. The parade must've started. The action had already started.
But Witsy said: "Down on your knees, girl."
"What?"
Witsy swept the naked Donna into her tan arms and kissed her on the mouth. Her firm breasts pressed warmly into Donna's softer ones. Her belly rubbed in open sexuality against Donna's pelvis. Witsy found the love spots around Donna's neck and kissed them, making the white girl shiver.
Witsy said: "I want you down on your knees. You can suck Kark's come out of my cunt."
"Oh, my God," said Donna, but the vein in her throat throbbed wildly.
Witsy wet her own fingers in her own brimming cunt and licked them in front of Donna's wide eyes. "Mmmmm," she went. "Good." Then she wet her fingers again, held Donna's head firmly and forced the gleaming fingers into Donna's mouth, past soft lips. Repulsed, fascinated, Donna obediently licked those fingers, tasting Kark's come and Witsy's cunt oils. She shuddered in guilty delight. Her cunt flowed freely, she felt the same streaks of sex she'd felt last night.
Thrilled out of her mind she sank to her knees under Witsy's firm thrust and smelled the wild sex smell, saw the graceful girl cunt of the beautiful tan girl. Still she hesitated.
"I can't!" she wailed.
"Drink!" commanded Witsy in mock firmness. She pulled Donna's face to her cunt and undulated her loins. Donna ate cunt. Warm sex oils slid down her throat. Tentatively and then more avidly Donna ate the other girl's sex.
"Oh, God," moaned Witsy. "God! God!"
Her knees trembled. Hands on smooth tan thighs, Donna felt the power of the sex and sucked harder. It was a golden moment. Last night she had come for Witsy. Now she took Witsy into come-land. Donna made a happy sound in her throat and boldly grasped Witsy's smooth buttocks to hold her target firmly and ate fiercely.
"Ah, ah, yessss," gasped Witsy. "Oh, Donna, I'm loved to death. Crazeeeeeee!" Her ass pumped as she rose right up to glory. "Ah, eh, ah, eh."
Hanging in the sex void, delicious, delirious.
"URRRRRR," went Witsy and held Donna's head and had a tremendous convulsion, ending in a sex freeze of nerve-tight heaven, and then releasing rich cunt quakes against Donna's tongue. "Eeeeee."
For the first time in her life Donna felt awake, alive, fulfilled. She had given orgasm and she had taken orgasm. She might still be a virgin but she'd finally quenched a bit of her carnal appetites, so long held under iron control.
Witsy recovered with sighs of satisfaction and dressed Donna in the clothes Donna had brought. Donna's role tonight was a prostitute. She'd scrounged up some impossible clothes. Smoky black pantyhose as sheer as moonlight, and old-fashioned miniskirt tight across her ass, making her buttocks move like jelly, a thin satin blouse in which her soft breasts would move provocatively, nipples clearly out-lined against the cloth. Trim boots, of course. Finally Witsy made her up with a bit too much makeup and stood back to admire her work.
"Beautiful, Donna. You look ready to handle any trick on the streets."
Donna felt beside herself with excitement. Playing this role so far from her true nature was kinky. The high tension of the sex, plus the thrill of anticipation of the action to come screwed her nerves to the bursting point. Outside, the night clamor rose. Both girls heard the sound of pounding feet, the shouts, the sound of shattering glass, the sirens. And a strange sound Donna couldn't identify.
"Fire hoses," laughed Witsy. "They're cooling off the marchers."
She led Donna to the door, picking up a large, brown paper bag.
Donna hung back. "I wish we could stay here and make love some more, Witsy."
"Sorry, girl. Duty calls." She opened the bag to show Donna the bomb, an ugly looking thing of metal, wires and plastic putty.
"Oh, my God."
"You can't desert me now," said Witsy. "This is the high point of your thesis paper, the life and times of Witsy Brock, girl of the streets."
Feeling more exposed than if she were naked, Donna let Witsy take her outdoors.
The wild night closed around them. People running. Smoke. The frightening sight of massive flames from a burning building. Debris on the street, running, shouting people. A chicano dashed by shouting: "Run. Tear gas, por Dios." His face was white in terror.
Donna pulled back toward the house. "Witsy, I can t.
"You can. Come on."
Witsy pulled her along at a half-trot, as calmly as if she took a jog in some park. As they moved, Witsy filled her in.
"There'll be a rope between lampposts protecting the sidewalk in front of the bank. There'll be a couple of cops there on the lookout. It's a block away from Canterbury, so it won't be too rough."
Donna touched the bandage that Witsy had fixed on her forehead. Mercurochrome made a bloody spot in the middle of the bandage. "They won't believe me."
"They'll believe you, honey. You look scared shitless. Green. A kid whore caught in this mess."
They ducked around a man who lay groaning on the sidewalk and rounded a corner. "There she is," said Witsy. "The goddam red-lining bank. We poor people put our money in it, but they won't lend it back for our homes, or even ghetto apartments. They invest our money in yachts and condominiums for the rich-"
It was a small bank, hardly more than a storefront, with the sidewalk in front kept clear by the rope, as Witsy had told her. Two deputies lolled by each lamppost several feet apart. Things were fairly quiet here, a block away from the parade.
"Why can't Kark and the Imperial Cluster do the bank?" whined Donna.
"Because they have to do a store on Canterbury. The bastard high prices his goods for the poor that can't travel to other stores. He cheats on food stamps, too ... Kark's got another college kid working with him. Like you're helping me. Earl Minton."
"Oh, my God, I know Earl," said Donna. "I've dated him. Back home his folks know mine."
"Well, he has a different date tonight, and I'm sure he won't tell his folks back home about it. He's doing a paper in psychology on the Imperial Cluster. He calls it "Quasi-religious Groups in the Ghetto." Witsy, who had done a couple of semesters at the college before dropping out, was eternally amused by the pretentious studies that emanated from the college. But very gratefully, it had brought the soft, succulent Donna into her life.
Somehow the knowledge that Earl Minton was down here in the thick of this horrid nightmare encouraged Donna.
Time for action. Donna felt sorry for the bank and scared of the bomb, but she'd given her promise ... Witsy slipped away into the dark and Donna walked slowly on alone towards the deputies, beginning to stagger. Closer and closer, and one of the deputies looked up at her with a piercing, hostile glare. He had a billy club in his hand and a revolver at his belt at ready.
"Hey, sister, where you think you're going."
It wasn't the nearest deputy who spoke. It was the other one, who was older and looked mean. The one nearest her looked quite young.
"Madam, you may not use this sidewalk," he said stiffly.
She staggered into his arms. "Oh, officer, I've been hurt, hurt," she moaned.
The young copy awkwardly dropped his billy club and caught her as she staggered into his arms.
"She's got a head wound!" cried the young one to the other.
"She's got a beautiful ass!" sang out the other. He pounded over to them. "Hey, sister, you're crazy trying to find tricks on a night like this."
The two of them were not regular police but sheriffs deputies, dressed in gray. The young one held her gingerly as if not knowing what to do. The mean one came up and leered at her, taking her costume, boots, sexy pantyhose, skirt and satin blouse.
"My head hurts," moaned Donna.
"Shall we call an ambulance?" asked the nervous young one.
"Shit, Tom, you can't hurt a whore. Not in the head. Lemme see." He scooped her out of Tom's arms. He stared into her eyes that she made intentionally unfocused. He said: "Doll, what time is it?"
"Huh?" said Donna.
"Yipped out of her head. Probably drugs or booze, not the bump."
"Bud, I think we should call-"
"Hell, no, we won't. Lieutenant would skin us to waste the manpower on a whore." He lifted her bandage. Witsy had prepared her for this, scratching her forehead with sandpaper so it looked ugly and was swollen.
"She got it all right," said Bud. "We better give her first-aid." His hand had slipped down her back to hold her buttocks firmly. Donna felt his fingers dig into her butt.
"How?" asked Tom.
"I'll take her around in the back of the bank and use my first-aid kit."
Donna's heart thumped. The tough deputy already had a hard-on rubbing his belly on hers as he held her ass firmly.
Witsy made her run then, as planned. Both officers were huddled around the supposed whore. There were no other police close by. There were a few running people, but the roar of sound came from a block away.
Witsy slipped in behind the cops, pulled open the door of the bank and skittered the bomb across the floor. An accommodating black janitor had seen to it that the bank front door would be open. Donna was glad they weren't going to steal money as well as use the bomb.
"Hey, you," called the young deputy, whirling.
"Bomb!" sang Witsy cheerfully as she turned and ran back the way she had come. "Move out, partner!"
"Holy Jesus!" cried Bud. His grip on Donna tightened. The young one, Tom, cried out and hit the ground. Donna tried to tear loose from Bud, but he wouldn't let her go. WHAM!
Donna's ears were stunned by the explosion. The ground seemed to rock. She and Bud, locked together, staggered behind the lamppost which protected them from the flying glass. Everything was chaos and madness to Donna's whirling senses. The one thing she knew that filled her with greatest terror was that the cop held on to her. She was captured.
"You bitch, you'll go to prison for life for this," grunted Bud. He had a few superficial cuts from the glass and glared into her face, furious.
His partner rose from the sidewalk and said mildly. "Not too much damage, I wouldn't think. Not a big bomb." He seemed unscathed. In his shock he seemed as calm as one of Donna's professors lecturing in class. He stood there peering into the bank.
A running ball of fury exploded on Bud's back and Donna crashed to the street. Then Donna felt herself pulled up and Witsy said. "Run. Run like hell, kid." She was off, dragging Donna with her. Donna's legs began to work. She could run in the miniskirt all right, but the boots slowed her down. They hadn't thought of that.
The mean deputy, Bud, was right after them, cursing. "Get you, you bitches!"
Donna came out of her stunned state. "He'll catch us. I can't run fast enough," she gasped.
Witsy looked desperately over her shoulder. The deputy gained on them.
"We gotta do something," said Witsy. M
"He said I'd get life in prison," moaned Donna "He felt me up. He was going to-take me behind bank. Maybe-fuck me."
"Yeah," said Witsy. "Okay. We've got to break up. It's only him. Other one's still dazed. He can't chase us both."
She gripped Donna's arm. "Don't go back to the house, Donna. Find Kark's van. It's a block up the street. Hide in that."
She shoved Donna free and started off in a different direction.
"What if he comes for me?" wailed Donna.
"He won't. I dropped the bomb," said Witsy. She dived off towards the billowing smoke.
She was right. The deputy cursed. Donna was the easy capture but the tan girl was the one he wanted. He cut away from Donna and headed after Witsy....
Donna crawled into the van, exhausted. She felt glad it was over and doubtly glad that she hadn't been arrested. Also nobody had been hurt by Witsy's bomb, and it was over. Gratefully she slammed the van door and collapsed on one of the sleeping bags. It was dark, quiet, safe in here after the wild street action. Like a cave in the back of the van. She could faintly hear people outside running and shouting and she shivered in her pleasure to have found sanctuary. Poor Witsy! If only she'd been able to save her friend.
"I got hit by a cop," said a new voice. "Just like in the Sixties. I was right in the middle of it, and I got hit by a cop."
A flashlight went on in the darkness and a startled Donna found herself face to face with Earl Minton, the white student she knew, that Witsy said had helped Kark. He looked as dazed as she must look, and there was an ugly bump on his forehead. Broken skin and blood. But he looked ecstatic.
"Hi, Donna. You in this, too? Listen, just like my brother back in the Vietnam War riots, I was out in it, you know. And I got hit in the head bx a cop. We trashed a store. Me-right in the middle of it."
"I helped plant a bomb," said Donna. "Jeez, what would the folks back home think? We must be crazy."
"After he cut me down, I was half-zonked," said Earl. "But I fought like a tiger. He arrested me and tried to drag me off. But I fought loose. Technically I'm still under arrest." He seemed awed by his own heroics.
"I think I am too," said Donna. "A cop tried to screw me. It was wild."
"Man, this is really educational," said Earl. "This is really learning outside the classroom. Wait till I tell my brother."
"We're really concerned college students," said Donna. "Right in the thick of it."
Earl seemed to see her for the first time. "Donna, you sure look sexy."
"I did a whore," she said proudly. "They really believed me."
They sat there comparing notes, trying to come down off their highs. Outside there were still shouts and the sound of running feet. Occasionally someone bumped against the walls of the van. But nothing happened until suddenly the rear door thrust open and Witsy piled in, looking all fussed.
She slammed the door and locked it behind her. "Jesus! What a night. I've just been fucked by a cop."
"You got away!" cried Donna happily.
"Sure," said Witsy. "No problem. They could never convict me. The cop knew that. Bud, that's what he called himself. I let him catch me up an alley behind the liquor store."
She slumped against the rear wall of the van. The interior was totally sealed out from the front seat by a section of plywood, so they couldn't see out nor anyone see in. Even the driver up front couldn't see into the back of the van. Witsy looked messed up all right. Her male pants were only half-buttoned and her shirt was loose. There were smudges on her face.
"I figured I could deal with Bud by sucking his cock," she laughed. "My first white cock. Why not? I needed to soothe him. Sumbitch let me suck him hard and then tossed me up on top of a low shed and took down my pants. My God. People coming down the alley every once in a while. All lighted up from the fire. And this guy humping my tan ass, right there in the alley. Nobody paid any attention, what a night."
"It must've been horrible," said Donna.
"It was, kid, it was. Except that after I got used to his prick sliding in and out I realized it was being fucked by a white man. It would kill Kark if he knew. But it sort of turned me on, that big hard cock driving in there, in my tan little belly.
Hard as a rock, white as snow. He was crazed up, too. Said I was the most beautiful woman he'd ever touched. Said he loved me."
"Lots of white guys would like to make it with you," said Earl. "I-for instance-well, I mean, you are really sexy-I mean beautiful-"
"This Bud squirted a gallon in me. And me hating interracial sex, like mad. And coming. I came for him with a wind-up toy, buzzing all over." She laughed half in humor, half in puzzlement. "Then while he was all fucked out, with his pants hobbling him, I beat it. He wanted to arrest me too, but I left him in the dust. Wow!"
"We gotta stay put here. They're looking for all of us." She slid out of her pants and looked at Donna with gleaming eyes. "Honey, you were great. We did it. Now you've got to swab me out and get rid of this cop come in my cunt. Like before."
"Oh, Witsy. Earl's here."
"So he can watch. Bet he won't mind." She laughed. "That right, Earl? You won't mind."
"I-I-I-"
Witsy slid out of her shirt and was naked, her shoes having slid off with her pants. "We'll do the 69, child. I'm high and I'm hot and I'm crazy to get at your cunt."
'Witsy-Witsy-"
But the tan girl left her no choice. She slid on top of Donna with her head at Donna's cunt. She spread her naked thighs around Donna's head, presenting her sopping cunt. The presence of Earl not only didn't bother her, it seemed to excite her. She flicked back Donna's short skirt, tore the pantyhose at the seam and plunged her mouth on Donna's cunt.
Snug her lover with Witsy's beautiful sex box in front of her mouth, Donna suddenly turned on. It was that kind of a night. Witsy's cunt was still swollen from the fuck, rich with gleaming juices. The outer lips looked vulnerable. Donna sucked avidly on the cunt, this time without revulsion, reveling in the girl's wetness. Silken, pungent gland juice and jism slid down her throat. Earthy, real and potent. Warm male sperm right out of the cop's guts. Jism she'd almost found in her mouth or cunt. She owed it to Witsy.
Her tits burned and her belly thrilled with the crude sex action and the hot delight of Witsy eating her clitoris. She let her belly open for the warm, maddening tongue.
"Ah, God!" keened Witsy, humping her cunt on Donna's chin.
"Mmmmmmm," went Donna. Witsy's neat little ass pucker rubbed her nose but she didn't care. She found Witsy's clit and laved it with her tongue.
"Jesus Christ!" said Earl. "Hey, now. Can't I get in on some of this." He stroked the svelte curve of Witsy's naked back.
"Down, boy," laughed Witsy. "Ladies first."
"I'm hard. I want sex," Earl begged.
"Pay no attention, Witsy," said Donna smugly. "I dated him once and he told me he's fucked half the coeds on campus. He doesn't need it."
"I lied!" cried Earl. "I'm a virgin. That was all front."
Witsy laughed. "I believe it, Earl. All the time you stare at my crotch and talk about psychology and books. You're worse than Donna."
Donna almost died. Earl a male virgin, after all his swagger and put-on stud act. Well, it wasn't her problem. She dug her mouth into Witsy's cunt. She let her feelings fly, lifting to the suck Witsy gave her. The tan girl not only ate her clit and drank her cunt fluid with juicy, gross sounds but ran her finger inside Donna's cunt to build the excitement. It worked. Donna began to twist her ass.
"Ah, oh, God, I'm fucked," she cried.
"Want to lose your hymen?" asked Witsy.
"Do anything, anything," crooned Donna. Her whole lower body was on fire from the bold, firm sex action of her lesbian friend.
"Nawww. We'd better save that for prick," said Witsy. Then she began to tease Donna's asshole with her finger, using warm cunt and saliva oils.
"Rrrrrrrr. Eeeeeeee," went Donna. She felt the sweet alternating sensations of rising sex tension and wonderful pleasure. She was hot, dizzy with girl sex.
"Oh, Christ, it's driving me crazy," whined Earl.
Wisty reached out a hand. After a couple of grapples she got hold of Earl's cock. He'd pulled it out to masturbate in the sex excitement. She pulled and Earl scooched up with his ass between Donna's legs. When Witsy raised her head the swollen cock stared right back at her.
"Hey, you're pretty well hung, Earl."
"I want it," he gasped, fucking into her fist.
Witsy laughed and pulled his hard-on down.
She sucked his cock. Then she dropped her head to suck Donna's cunt. Then back to Earl's cock. Earl moaned in pleasure.
"I'm getting sucked!" he cried. 'Nobody ever sucked my prick before."
"Christ in the rain," yipped Witsy, "I'm fucking two white virgins all at once."
Donna didn't care what Witsy did as long as those heavenly tongue strokes cleaved her cunt. She undulated and thrilled and gasped. And when her sexed up nerves let her, she resumed sucking Witsy's cunt while using her finger, too.
The van filled with obscene sounds of cunt and cock sucking as the flashlight threw an eerie light on the scene, the beautiful tan girl on top of the sexy "prostitute" was double sucking a cock and a cunt.
"Yeeee."
"Ohhhhhh."
"Wow!"
The young people were lost in a haze of sexuality, sweating, thrilling, humping, gasping, gurgling. Faster and faster. Hotter and hotter. Donna's knowledge that Witsy sucked Earl while sucking her made it even kinkier and sexier. It was the end of the world, all the distance she'd wanted to come since she first found out how repressed she was about sex.
Slowly, slowly the impossible, exhilarating body lock of total orgasm crept up on Donna. She almost couldn't stand Witsy's tongue on and around her clitoris. She almost resented the tremendous good feeling of her approaching orgasm because the involuntary spasm meant giving up control of her body. But she wanted it! Wanted it!
"Oh, Witsy, I'm fucked!" she thrilled. "So fuuuuuuucked."
Witsy had expertly inhaled a circle of pink flesh just inside Donna's cunt, containing the tiny mound, sheath and sex dagger of the virgin female. Now she brushed it carefully, realizing that direct, heavy pressure on the clit itself would be too much. It was just right.
"AWWWWWWW, GOD!" went Donna. She lifted right up, soft thigh muscles and buttocks tensing and she froze. "Uh, uh, uh." It was like a battle two parts of herself, one part wanting to go on living, the other wanting to die a delirious sex death. That was what made sex so great, the reluctance of the body to rise up to the shivery, golden tension of involuntary explosion.
Now she went into her throbs, nerve and muscle combining to spin off her sex tension, her surrender and her glory. Each convulsion was a pure stab of ecstasy, the inner machinery jerking while her body was stilled in orgasm lock. Throb, throb, throb.
"Ohhh," she went, fading into spent euphoria.
"Is she-all right?" asked the unexperienced Earl.
"She's beautiful," laughed Witsy. "She just had her first Big Orgasm." The tan girl's face was smeared with Donna's cunt fluids. "Now I'll unplug your balls, Earl."
She grabbed his cock again and laid a thrilling demand suck on him, this time using plenty of suction, her laving tongue and rubbing the rich center of sex feeling, under the rim of his swollen cock, with her teeth.
Earl felt like a soft knife of utter ecstasy cleaved into his tight male belly.
"Uuuuuuuuu-yeeeeeeeee," he gasped. It was his turn to lock his belly and buttock muscles. Eyes big with delight, experiencing the lush finish to his first cocksuck, he grabbed Witsy's head and hung in the delirium of spend, all his pleasure nerves joining to bring about his male ejaculation. When it felt so good he wanted to scream in pleasure, he burst with a horse shout.
"AUUUUUUGHHHHHHH."
Spurt, spurt, spurt. Rich loops of creamy jism shot out of his cock to be expertly milked by the tan girl, who thrilled to feel the warm prick jerk in her mouth like a live creature. She drank the pungent hot starch greedily. That was the sex law of the universe, to ingest the body juices of your lover, and the more the better. To take freely and give freely. One of her fingers rocked gently on Earl's seam between balls and asshole, pressing the internal tubes, increasing his pleasure.
"Oh, man, oh, wow-go-uh-innnnng," he cheered, grunting off shot after shot. He wasn't aware of Witsy's expert techniques. All he felt was exquisite joy that first turned his belly into a white hot bomb, and then tapped his cock to explode with such joy that it felt like he could spend out his very guts through his prick, a complete rinsing of juices and sex tensions together.
A clever Donna sensed the taking of Earl's cock and drove her tongue once again into Witsy's cunt. This time she harvested the tan girl's sex treasure.
"Oh, Donna, that's it. That's it."
For Witsy orgasm was a private thing, no matter how hard she tried to let the outside world know her joy. She drew into herself and went glazed in happiness and flew right out of the world. She lost all identity as her beautiful body wracked with female spasms. The van, Earl, Donna, didn't exist. Only the white hot burn and joy of spending, throb after throb, delicious quakes that shook her from knee to shoulder. Earl held her head and Donna held her loins and she twisted in moist sexual fervor, savoring each magnificent quake.
Finally she rolled off of Donna and the three young people subsided into laughter and euphoria, each young belly glowing golden from the rich sex they'd enjoyed.
Outside the sounds of the riot seemed dimished. The three of them smoked a joint that Witsy produced and relived the excitement of the evening. Witsy remained naked, Earl was half naked, soft cock curled between his thighs as they enjoyed the complete intimacy that was so much a part of good sex.
"So this cop is banging on me on the head and I'm struggling-"
"The guy had me on this little shed, his badge digging my tit-"
"-really had hold of my butt, squeezing and feeling-"
Donna didn't know how much time passed, but finally Witsy looked at Earl's watch, dressed again and told them she had to check with Kark.
"It's probably all over by now, but we got to get you kids safely out of the district," she said. Then she kissed Earl and Donna and left.
"That is one unbelievable doll," said Earl.
"I love her," said Donna.
"I never figured you for a lesbian," said Earl.
"I'm not," said Donna rather testily. "I just like Witsy." Earl did have a way of saying the wrong thing. No wonder he'd stayed a virgin.
"We'd better soft pedal this stuff back on campus," suggested Earl.
"No, I plan to do an article in the student paper mentioning our names," Donna shot back. "I'll write to your folks and mine, too."
Earl blushed. "I just mean-"
"Earl, I'm not going to sell you out. Why are you such a-a-a-well, prick?"
"Dammit, Donna-"
The two young white people turned away from each other to retreat into their own thoughts. They were like two heavy bricks that needed the soft, smooth cement of Witsy to hold them together.
Donna found herself staring at Earl's soft cock. For the first time in her life she no longer feared the male sex organ. There were the two big sacs that held his balls. There was the curl of the tube, that looked clean-washed after his cocksuck. The fluted, spade-shaped head and the dark piss-hole fascinated her. There was no other part of the human body more fascinating, and she wanted to hold it in her hand and squeeze it and watch it grow hard. She wished she could've seen Witsy suck it until it squirted. Wow, that would be something.
Donna knew that she was still hot. Her belly had recovered from orgasm and she felt delicious inner warmth and a slight cunt flow. Earl's cock turned her on. The trouble with sex-each cock was attached immutably to a personality, which could be rotten like his. Just the same she wished she dared reach out to comb the thick, wiry pubic hairs that formed a nest for that sexy, soft prick.
Earl lived in his own quandary. His first cocksuck had left him pleasantly tingling from the digestive power of Witsy's saliva. Pleasantly empty and free of sex tension for a while. But the soft curves and Donna's sexy costume began to turn him on. At a certain angle he could see her luscious breast, naked under the satin blouse with just a glimpse of the pink nipple. Those exquisite thighs still encased in sexy pantyhose, and those shapely legs. He wanted to stroke them.
Her miniskirt barely covered her cunt, where Witsy had torn the pantyhose material to suck the naked girl ... and up above was that beautiful face and that long, exciting hair. Too bad she was a goddam lesbian. No wonder he'd failed in his dates with her. Well, he wasn't going to risk any rejection from her. No way. Now that Witsy had had sex with him, he counted on her for the final thing, a real fuck right into that luscious tan body. At least she was bisexual.
Suddenly the rear doors of the van swung open and Witsy returned, filling the closed space with her cheerful energy.
"It's pretty much over. Just a medium-sized riot, really. Nobody killed, a few busted heads. I'm afraid we didn't do a lot of damage at the bank. Blew over some desks, shattered some windows. Kark is sore as usual. He always thinks one of these demonstrations is going to put the Imperial Cluster in the limelight and he'll get to be a bigshot."
"Do we go now?" asked Donna.
"Kark will come along in a few minutes and drive you both back to Donna's car. I told him where it is. Since Earl hitched down, maybe you can ride him back to campus, Donna."
That was all right with Donna but Earl gave a cry of disappointment. "Witsy, I wanted to fuck. I wanted to do it with you tonight."
Witsy grinned. "Well, well, what a romantic approach, Earl. I didn't know you cared."
"I mean-" he blushed and stammered.
Donna laughed at his crude proposal and Witsy said: "Kark opens the back of the van and finds me pumping on your cock, we're all dead."
"Damn it, Witsy, I don't want to be a virgin anymore," cried Earl.
Witsy sat back on her heels and grinned at him. "I see what you mean. For a woman it's nice th be a virgin. For a man, for a college psychology major, it's downright neurotic." She winked at Donna who almost giggled. Witsy was up to one of her wild things. Witsy reached out and boldly palmed Earl's soft cock mass. "I suppose you could get it up once more for a quick one."
"You know it!" cried Earl.
While Witsy stepped back to peer out of the van and took off her shirt, Earl enthusiastically pumped himself. Donna felt beside herself with joy, anticipating some joke Witsy would play on the crude stud. Would-be stud. She watched fascinated while Earl jerked himself off. Meanwhile Witsy crouched there naked, eyes gleaming with lust and good humor.
"Come on, Witsy," begged Earl.
"Get it hard first. Nice and hard." To encourage him, Witsy slid out of her pants and shoes again, giving him the full effect of her elegant body, luscious tits, trim belly, shapely thighs and legs and lots and lots of light chocolate skin, smooth and gleaming.
Donna heated up herself to see that curious male cock enlarge and grow still more until it jutted up in his fist to a good six or seven inches of round, hard meat, glistening and darker than his skin.
"That's real cock. That's honest meat, isn't it Donna?" Witsy asked.
"I guess-so." Donna's hand had crept below her skirt to rub her own cunt. Whenever Witsy came around it seemed like you found yourself in some deep, exciting sex game.
Witsy now pulled off Donna's boots, and her pantyhose. Then she laid back Donna's skirt. "I'll help you Earl, but in return I've got to have a little fun with Donna. You just keep pumping while she and I work up some heat."
Without further apology she turned back on Earl and slid naked, on top of Donna.
Donna groaned in sex fervor as Witsy's body fitted smoothly against hers, breasts pressing into hers, mouths locking in a hot French kiss. Witsy pressed her pelvis to Donna's and rode the top of her cunt, her clit off against Donna's pelvic bone. Her free, lust undulations set Donna on fire. The white girl felt the hot cunt swell, felt the warm flow of Witsy's cunt juice, tasted and sucked her tongue, thrilled to the heavenly pressure on her breasts.
"Mmmmmmm," she went.
Donna felt like the queen of the world. She had all these luscious sex feelings that were like kept in a box and Witsy opened them and Donna went right up the flagpole to shortened, breath, a pounding heart, and hot, honey flashes of sexuality shooting up from her belly and down from her breasts.
by the time Witsy stopped kissing into her mouth and switched to nibbling those hot spots around Donna's neck, she was volcano high. Each sex time seemed to take less contact to start her cunt flowing furiously and her libido to open up like a lovely flower.
"God, I'm fuck hot," said Donna, smiling up to her lover.
"Enjoy, enjoy," murmured Witsy. She began to give soft gasps. Earl seemed forgotten. Donna was enthralled with this new form of girl sex, rubbing pelvises, and she liked it because it meant full-body hugs while you ground your cunt on the other.
"I'm ready!" called Earl.
"Not-y-yet, boy," answered Witsy.
Donna glanced over Witsy's shoulders and saw the glory of Earl's cock masturbated to its fullest, the boy blushing and looking moist and heated up with sex hunger. In this lascivious moment Donna even liked him, liked his cock, liked his sexuality.
Witsy claimed her attention. They'd only been grinding for a few moments, but Witsy was already in serious sex and about to come. Donna didn't know yet how completely Witsy could control her orgasms. Witsy began to tremble and lock. She gave a cough to hide from Earl her short gasps in her ear, tickling it, the faint throbs as the girl spent her sex treasure in a quick orgasm.
"Now?" asked Earl.
"N-now, Earl," said Witsy. She just lifted her body off Donna so that she was in a dog position over the white girl. "Reach under and stick it in," Witsy ordered Earl.
"Oh, God."
Donna looking up saw Witsy's grimace as the hot, hard cock slid into Witsy's cunt from the rear.
"Oh, wow!" cried Earl. "Hot, tight."
He began to fuck, making Witsy's body shake in his vigor. Then Witsy leaned down to bring her mouth close to Donna's ear. "You'll have to finish for me, dear. A virgin for a virgin. White meat on white meat. I'm pooped," she whispered.
Donna stared up in shock.
"Donna's taking over!" Witsy called over her shoulder to Earl. With a swift, smooth movement, she unlocked the white male and skipped free, crawling over Donna. "You two go ahead and fuck each other's brains out."
Then she whirled, grabbed her clothes and was gone.
The tableau held. Earl between Donna's legs, his big cock jutting out and dry throbbing, wet with Witsy's cunt fluid. Donna practically naked under him, all sexed up by Witsy, cunt swollen, wet and open. Earl stared down at Donna. Donna stared up at Earl in shock.
"Earl, I can't!" cried Donna in horror. She tried to scrabble back.
"Nuts to that," growled Earl. "She's right. We can't spend our whole lives waiting for her to come along to get our sex." He grabbed her buttocks and shoved his cock at her cunt.
"Oh, Earl, no!"
"It was to be yes," he said firmly. His big cock head split her outer lips, and it pressed into her soft pink tunnel, invading her inner lips. He drove it right to her hymen.
Donna was so startled to feel the hot cock head in her body she almost jumped out of her skin.
"Earl, please, don't-"
"Got to be." He closed his eyes, gripped her buttocks and dug his cock hard against her virginal obstruction.
Donna, trembling, heart pumping, filled her lungs to scream in distress. Then, suddenly, unaccountably, she had a mad desire to laugh. Earl with his sex problem, she with hers. The expression on his face. As if it were a medieval torture for both of them instead of a heavenly, lovely moment. It was as if some of Witsy's carefree joy at sex transmitted to her. Instead of screaming she grunted.
"Shove harder, Earl."
His eyes flew open. "What! You'll let me?"
"I want you to fuck my ears off, if you can get rid of that expression that looks like you're about to drown. Harder."
"Uh, uh, uh. It hurts, Donna. You're so tight."
It hurt Donna too, but her belly was on fire. She was crazy now to get a hard prick deep in her body and be done with this virgin nonsense.
"I-don't like it either-but-go-"
Instead he pulled back out of her. "This deflowering ain't so easy for the guy either. It feels like cement down there."
She scooted up, grabbed his buttocks, worked her cunt and his cock together. Then, holding his butt, she rode fiercely against the cock.
"Owwww!" Earl screamed.
Donna felt his cock batter halfway through her hymen. But it did hurt like fury, and tears came to her eyes. She had had it. There was no more she could do.
They hung there, staring at each other, and she felt her virginal blood running along his cock. Then Earl got a soft grin as the tension left his face. He folded forward on her gathering her into his arms as if he really wanted her. He dug his cock into her with one powerful shuddering stroke that could not be denied. Her gristle surrendered and they stared at each other, bigeyed, faces inches apart as they both felt his cock unseal her cunt, oozing all the way into the wall of her womb.
Then he closed his eyes, kissed her gently and rested. She closed her eyes, calming down, feeling the pain quickly subside. His cock, investing her whole fuck channel, began to feel great. She opened her eyes and he opened his.
"Hello, nonvirgin," he said.
"Hello, nonvirgin," she laughed.
He drew back. He fucked into her. He drew back. He fucked into her. The ineffable joy of a tight fuck began to glow through their loins.
"Oh, Donna, baby, it's gonna be great."
"Earl, Earl, I love it. I want your cock. I want you to fuck."
Slowly at first, and then faster and faster they rocked together. Donna felt sweet joy sweep up her body. It was much better than sex with W itsy. That hard, strong cock unlocked her body and her soul and she began to sweat and thrill to high levels.
"Ah, eh, the best," she went.
"Tight, hot, wet-heavennnnnn," he went.
"Breasts," she ordered.
He brushed aside her blouse and began to suck on her tits, first one and then the other and new rushes of sex delight began to paralyze her.
"Ah, God," she went. She brought her legs firmly over his back and took his loins and cock in tighter, possesively, thrilling to join him in her own swift fuck motions. Whipping herself to her animal passion.
Gasping in delight he slid further forward and their mouths met. His breath whistled on her cheek as wet tongues intertwined and they kissed and sucked and slobbered, both of them now into crazy, bestial lust, panting, fucking, gurgling, open and sex-crazed.
Neither of them heard Witsy slowly open the van door. She crept in quietly, watching the furious fuck with a wide grin. "Way to go," she whispered, jogging her own wet cunt.
It couldn't last. They devoured each other with scouring passion, yipping and groveling in pure heaven. Then Donna lifted her ass and gave aery of piercing intensity as her whole body locked and sweet flames consumed her.
"Yeowwww!" she howled in happy female submission.
"Yahhhhh. Wooooo," went Earl. He felt his female's stiffness and the beginning of her orgasm and he fell off the same cliff, muscles locked in ecstatic joy.
It was too much for Witsy. She bent and used her fingers to scoop up the rich juices of cunt oils and blood on both their thighs. She used one finger on Earl's asshole and the other on Donna's asshole.
"Welcome to the club!" she cried happily and drove her fingers through both sphincters into the tender, pink flesh of their intestines.
The extra thrill in the midst of orgasm drove both of them out of their minds. Earl actually screamed in joy.
"GAAAOOOONE!"
His boiling sperm litrally exploded into Donna's cunt, helped by the finger that stroked his emptying prostate. For Donna it was just too much. That extra invasion of her body, setting alive the rich nerves around her asshole, sent her right up into the purple land as she temporarily passed out with an ecstatic gasp.
Witsy, feeling the male empty, reveled in the strange, once-in-a lifetime feel of two sphincters simultaneously clutching her fingers in spasmic joy.
"I now pronounce the both of you forever free of childhood repressions, ready for happy lives," she said tenderly. Then she withdrew her fingers and patted both butts affectionately.