Chapter 9
The following days were uneventful and Donna relaxed from the ordeals of Monday and Tuesday. Robert didn't contact her and repeated calls to his office resulted only in answers that he was unavailable. Donna began to think he was avoiding her and some of the old fear crept back into her heart.
Mitch, the camera clerk and Tony Lampson spoke to her only briefly and when she happened to see either, in the cloak room, they turned their backs and pretended to be occupied by some other object. Such treatment brought Donna a sense of relief because she was now certain that her sexual involvement with them was now a thing of the past.
It was with an extreme sense of pleasure that she learned Robert had been unable to call and wanted to see her. It was seven-ten, Friday evening, when the phone rang in the apartment.
"Been awful busy," Robert's voice said in the receiver. "Dad wanted me to make this trip and I couldn't refuse."
Donna sighed happily. "I was a little worried," she told him. "Not being able to see you and all."
He sounded very sympathetic and even a little apologetic. "Sorry I couldn't meet you at the motel. Dad insisted I go with him. Hope you didn't mind too much. I told Leonard to tell you it was all off."
"You told Leonard... " Donna's voice trailed off into silence as the meaning of his words exploded on her. "Leonard was supposed to tell me you couldn't make it?"
"Yes. He did call, didn't he?"
Donna answered yes, but hesitated to explain what had happened. She might not be hearing him correctly and if she told him now, he could get terribly upset. There would be ample time to explain later, after they had had an opportunity to renew their love and have a little sex together. What she wanted more than anything else right now was for Robert to thrust his cock into her happy cunt and fuck her right there on the apartment floor. It could be so much fun. Just rolling around, hugging each other tight and his beautiful prick soaking in her wet pussy.
"Oh, Robert, it's so wonderful!" she exclaimed. Then she lowered her tone and asked. "Can you come over tonight?"
There was a long pause on the phone as if Robert was thinking over the invitation. Then his voice came back sharp and firm. "No. I want you to come over here."
"Over where?"
"Over to the house. I'm all alone and you could help me with some of the problems. I have to work on the board meeting entertainment. We would have the house all to ourselves."
Donna was elated. Being alone with Robert was the one thing she wanted more than anything else. Just the two of them.
"I'd like that," she whispered with a happy sigh. "What shall I wear?"
Robert's laugh sounded good in her ear. She could tell he was pleased. "Very little, baby. I've got something in mind for you and I don't want clothing getting in the way." Then he laughed again.
The simplest thing she had was a play sack and she decided to wear that. It was shaped like a large print pillow case with arm and neck holes cut into it and was meant strictly for lounging, like on the beach or at home for an evening of reading or television. With nothing underneath, Robert should be very pleased. She told Robert she was happy to come. Robert had sounded so pleased and cheerful that this could be the very night he would ask that all important question.
It was with a sense of gaiety that she took a quick shower, then donned the sack-like garment and pulled in the waist with a cord belt from Verna's side of the closet. Just a tug of the cord, a flip of her arms and she would be ready for Robert's lovemaking in seconds. Oh happy day... Oh happy, happy day!
The house looked rather dark when the cab pulled up in the curved driveway and stopped beside the brick walk that led up to the arched doorway of the large two story house. The driver waited until she reached the front door, then drove away. Donna paused in the gloom, looking for the doorbell switch, her heart beating a little faster than usual. It was with a little effort that she finally located the switch and pushed the tiny knob. She heard the soft buzz from somewhere beyond the door and waited patiently. There was a soft scraping, a slight rustle, then the door was pulled inward and an elderly man stood in the opening.
"Good evening Miss," he said greeting her, then waited for her to speak. Donna sensed that he was smiling but the glow of a light behind him shadowed his face so that she wasn't entirely certain. She told him, good evening, then waited for him to step aside so she could enter.
"You will find the young folk up there," he stated with reserved dignity. He pointed to the curved stairway which rose upward to the second floor. Then he beckoned for her to come in.
Donna strode past him and hurried up the steps.
The gloom of the stairway opened onto a dim and quiet hallway and looking into the gray emptiness, Donna debated going on or turning back to the ground floor. The fact that Robert hadn't opened the door for her was very disturbing. He had definitely told her they would be alone but, now that she was here, he was nowhere in evidence. She paused on the top step and peered intently along the hall. It seemed so awfully quiet.
It was a long moment before she decided to stay, to search for the 'young folk' which the elderly man had told her were upstairs. She could listen at the doors and, if that didn't bring results, call out Robert's name.
She had almost settled on the latter when she realized she was no longer alone in the stillness of the hallway. Somewhere, up ahead, a door had opened and she saw a dark shape against the lighter gray of the walls. Then, as she watched, the figure appeared to be coming closer and she felt a wave of relief. Naturally that would be Robert. He had probably been engaged in something important and hadn't realized the time. Now he was coming to meet her and they would finally be alone together.
She moved quickly toward the figure, her heart pacing her steps and her mind ringing with the joy of their finally meeting. It was so wonderful, so very, very wonderful.
"Robert... " Her lips formed the words but her voice was only a soft whisper. Something was telling her she was wrong. It wasn't Robert. It was... It was...
It was a sculpturesque young man in his early twenties and he was displaying the human male body in all of its glory. Donna realized, with a start, that the young man was completely naked and was confronting her as casually as if he had just met her on the street outside.
She wanted to look away but she couldn't. He looked so perfect.
His chest appeared broad and powerful and she wondered how it would feel to be crushed to it in a tight embrace. Even in the gloom of the poorly lighted hallway, she could see how flat his stomach was. The hair which covered the base of his penis looked dark and kinky. She tried not to look but her gaze was drawn magnetically to the shaft dangling from the thatch of hair. It bobbed as he moved and swung gently to and fro when he didn't. She continued to look at it, realizing it was in a semi-extended condition, as if he had just finished looking at a pretty cunt, in full bloom.
He held a hand across his navel as if wanting to hide it from her view. Then his face creased in a broad grin and he said, "Hi, baby."
Donna forced her eyes from the lithesome figure and shifted back to view his smiling face. She tried to speak again.
"I... Where... What... " She found that she couldn't.
His eyes look warm and very friendly. He seemed a little amused. "Cat got your tongue?" he inquired.
"I... I... I... "
"You need a drink."
Donna nodded dumbly. He took her hand and led her back along the hall.
The room the young man took her to was no better lighted than the hallway had been and Donna felt as if she had been ushered into a closed box. It was only after several seconds, and her eyes became accustomed to the dim light, that she was able to make out definite shapes. Across the room was the outline of a bed, and on it other shapes. She could see them, bodies in various positions, lying crosswise on the bed and all of them seemed to be indulged in hectic motion.
Round asses bobbed up and down and there was a series of grunts and groans from the participants of the action. It was as if the room was full of writhing bodies. She felt the heat of the flush that mounted her cheeks and, even in the dull light, suddenly realized she was watching people in the action of making love. Every person in the room was either fucking or being fucked and she felt like a peeping torn. Without any stretch of her imagination, she realized she had been led into an orgy, a group of people indulging in sex and everywhere she looked, there were couples fucking and fucking and fucking...
But no Robert? Nothing made any sense. Robert was to have been alone, yet, here were all of these people. Perhaps he was here and she could ask him why... why...
She called the name softly. "Robert!"
From across the room there came a laugh, a pause, then a giggle.
"I'm Robert," a voice said.
Donna peered toward the sound but could only see more indistinct shapes. She spoke the name again. "Robert?"
"Over here! I'm Robert!"
This time the sound came from another direction.
"Where... where... " She realized she was stuttering.
"Here... over here," the voice said.
There was a stronger laugh, then a soft giggle.
"If you want to fuck, I'm Robert!"
There was another laugh, then another. Then a series of laughs. Donna was even more confused. She turned back to the door. She could leave and call Robert tomorrow. The young man grasped her arm again. She couldn't see his face distinctly but she was certain he was still smiling.
"If you want to fuck, baby, I'll fuck you," he promised.
Donna sought to explain. "I didn't come here to fuck. I came to see Robert."
"He isn't here," a voice said.
She felt as if she was in a deep well, speaking words and getting back only echo's. He isn't here... he isn't here... he isn't here...
"I'm going home," she stated in a loud voice. "I don't care if he isn't here."
The young man's hand tightened on her arm again. "Let's fuck, baby."
"I don't want to fuck."
"I've got a big cock."
"I don't want a big cock, I want Robert."
"Bring her Robert," the voices chanted. "Bring her Robert and a cock."
There was loud laughter and the lights grew brighter, as if someone had turned up a dimmer switch. Now she could see the people in the room and they were all young boys and girls. They were in various positions on the huge bed, entwined together on the floor, and standing close together in the corners. They were all naked and they were all indulging in sex. Boys were fucking girls. Boys were sucking girls and boys were fingerfucking girls.
All eyes turned in her direction and there was an outburst of dismay. "That isn't Viola! Who is she?"
Donna was beginning to understand. These kids had been expecting Viola. It was some sort of game. They had turned out the lights and were going to cry surprise at a given time, like at a birthday party. Only she wasn't Viola. What were all these kids doing here?
The young man pulled on her arm. He said, "Get your clothes off, baby, so we can fuck."
She could tell he was becoming irritated.
Donna didn't want to take her clothing off and she didn't want to fuck but the young man's fingers were digging into her arm and she could see he was getting mad. She knew that when a man had a hardon, it was useless to argue with him and this young man had a big hardon. His penis was fully inflated and was sticking out like the tongue of a wagon. It looked so long and so rigid she found it a pleasure to look at it. A quick thought burst through her mind and she toyed with it; how would it feel to have a cock thrust into her cunt? She decided it could be very nice.
It was simple to remove the sack by pulling it over her head and she wasn't wearing anything under it. She dropped it to the floor and turned so the young man could see her cunt. She could see he was pleased with her.
He took a good look, then he rubbed his cock with an anxious hand. "Bend over baby," he instructed her. "This cock goes right up your ass."
Donna spread her legs apart then bent over as far as she could, grasping her ankles for support, to relieve the ache that always came to her hips when she stood like that.
The young man was behind her, feeling the cheeks of her ass, spreading them apart and rubbing a finger around the tender rim of her asshole. The soft knob of his prick touched the center of her rectum opening and she impulsively tightened the muscles that kept it tight. He pushed, trying to force his cock into the opening. She could hear him muttering and each time he said something, the young people laughed. Their laughter was making him angry.
He jabbed, holding his cock level with her ass, forcing the head of his shaft into the tender flesh. To Donna, it was like having a large turd pushed back up into her ass. She didn't like it.
The kid was grunting and making angry sounds. He slapped her hip, demanding she hold still.
"Open your ass, you fucking whore! I'm going to fill you full of cum!"
His groin bumped heavily against the cheeks of her ass and his balls slapped against the soft lips of her cunt. The cock in her rectum felt terrible, but the slapping against the tender lips of her cunt was making her tingle. She wished he would fuck her cunt and leave her asshole alone.
The young man bucked behind her, jerking his hips back and forth, thrusting his cock in and out of her asshole. Some of the pain was going away and the tingle in her cunt was bringing a better feeling to her rectum. It felt rather good. But she didn't want it in her ass.
"Put it in my cunt," she whispered between her legs. "Stick it all the way in."
The kid grunted and dug his fingernails into her hips.
"Shut up, you little slut!" he bellowed.
Donna bucked against him. "Get that cock out of my asshole! If you want to fuck, fuck my cunt!"
The young man was gloating in his image as the manly stud. The young people around him were watching his actions and he couldn't give in to a mere girl. He jerked at her hips and scolded her with dirty names.
"Hold still, you fucking slut!" His fingernails dug deeper into the flesh of her hips.
Donna lashed back at him, defiantly. "You shitass stud! Get your cock out of my asshole!"
She straightened up, pulled forward, attempting to break free. The fingernails dug deeper into the tender skin of her hips and her anger grew with the pain. She slapped back at the hands.
"YOU GOD DAMN COCKSUCKER! GET YOUR COCK OUT OF MY ASS!"
She wiggled, bucked forward and pulled her body free of his plunging prick. Then she whirled to face him with clenched fists. "It's my ass, you dirty stud! If I don't want it fucked, it don't get fucked!"
A roar of laughter greeted her outburst.
"Fuck her Sonny! Fuck her cunt off!"
Sonny reached for her but she backed away, breathing rapidly and growing madder by the minute. Sonny had no reason to treat her this way. She hadn't done anything to him. The least he could do was to fuck her cunt instead of being so animalistic. Now she wouldn't fuck at all. He could find another target for his dripping cock.
There was more laughter and a loud cackle. "FUCK HER SONNY! PUSH YOUR COCK CLEAR UP TO HER BELLY!"
The young voices sounded mean and Donna didn't like that. If they were going to act that way, she would go home. She wouldn't stay there any longer. She picked her dress from the floor, turned it over in her hands, preparing to put it on. It was jerked from her grasp and rough hands ripped the thin fabric to shreds.
Boys swarmed over her, grasping her arms, clutching her waist, forcing her body over into a bent position again. Strong hands held her arms and legs while other hands spread wide the cheeks of her ass. A large finger thrust unceremoniously into her cunt, probed the tender flesh, then withdrew.
Her body quivered to the sound of the deep voice behind her. "There, Sonny," it said with a chuckle. "If you want to fuck, fuck."
The voice sounded so very much like Robert.
She twisted her head to see but a huge form cut off her view and a naked shoulder forced her back to her original position.
She considered it a nightmare; something she would always remember. The evil voices-horrible laughter-the rough hands and enormous cock, pushing ruthlessly into her tender pussy. She was being fucked by a person she didn't know and she didn't like it. But this time, she wouldn't cry, she told herself. She wouldn't beg, she would wait it out, then she would go home.
She could hear voices, boisterous shouts calling numbers. They were making bets, like on some sporting event, giving odds on how many times the stud could make her come before he shot his own wad of hot cock juice into her unwilling cunt. She was anchored down by a boy on each side of her, holding an arm and a leg, vised together by strong hands, to keep her quiet. She couldn't move and her cunt was wide open to whomever might want to make use of it.
The stud was really driving his meat. He was jacking his cock into her cunt three times each second and the pounding Donna was receiving on the ass was doing things to her. His scrotum was receded and drawn tight against his crotch, forming a round spongy ball below the base of his thrusting cock. Every time his monstrous prick hit bottom, his balls slapped against Donna's lower cunt lips. The added action was stimulating her excited flesh and it felt good, the stud was going, "Ugg... ugg... ugg... " like he was keeping time for his thrusts.
Donna set her lips and took a determined stance, steeling herself to the rapid jabs of the stud's pulsating prick and the quick slap slap of his balls on her ass. She didn't want to admit it but his fucking her was beginning to feel good. That big, fat cock slithering up into her hot slippery cunt was bringing a feeling she wanted to enjoy. It was causing little twinges at the back of her cunt and streaks of rapture crawled across her flesh to the tender rim of her asshole. It was good! It was really good!
She cooed softly at first, not wanting the stud to know she liked his kind of fucking. She wanted to keep it to herself but as his actions became more pronounced, her pleasure became more pronounced and she could keep quiet no longer.
"Oh that cock," she cooed. "That marvelous, marvelous cock!"
The jacking stud grunted and one of the young men holding her arms, laughed.
Someone was fingering her tits and she sensed, rather than saw, the body positioned beneath her chest. Warm lips settled down over the nipple of one tit, then a hot tongue began licking the round little nub. Her cunt was burning now with a fire that demanded to be extinguished. She racked her ass back against the stud, raising her cunt level just a bit higher, bringing her sucking pussy in line with his plunging, stabbing prick.
"Ohhhhhhh, it's good!" she exclaimed with mounting passion. "Your fucking is good!"
The stud pinched her hip and slapped her ass for moving. "Shut up, you stupid cunt!" he ordered.
"But it's so good, so goddamn good!"
"So take my cock and shut up!"
Donna closed her eyes, clenched her fists and set her lips against the pain. She wanted to jerk free, to wrest her arms from the hands that held them, then grab that beautiful cock and swallow it down to her gullet. It was so nice, so awful awful nice.
She moaned aloud, "Augggggg! Fuck me please... Fuck me hard, please... Oh fuuuuuuucccckkkk!"
The jabbing cock, slammed against the end of her vagina, then came to an abrupt halt. She wanted to cry out, to tell the stud to keep on fucking but a loud noise drowned out her words.
She could hear loud voices, then a rambling noise as if someone was jerking a door. There was a muffled curse in a man's deep voice, then an explanation of disgust. Behind her, a girl squealed in surprise.
A loud voice bellowed at the stud, then ripped into the young people in the room. "JEEEESUUUUSSSS CHRISSSST!" the voice shouted, "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU PUNKS DOING TO THAT GIRL?"
The uproar resounded against the walls of the room and became a din in Donna's ears, then a stronger voice rose in volume, cutting through the other sounds.
"You creeps get the hell out of here... " There was a brief pause, then, to Donna, everything seemed to let loose. The cock was pulled from her aching cunt, her arms and legs were released from the viselike grips and the boy sucking her tits was pulled from his position. Two tender hands grasped her arm, straightened her up, then something soft settled down over her head. Someone was dressing her, pulling the sack down over her head, guiding her hands through the arm holes. It was so dark, so horribly dark she couldn't see who was helping her but she was certain it had to be Robert. He had finally arrived and was taking her home.
Then she was being led back along the hall, down the steps, guided by a gentle arm on her back and a warm hand clasping her hand. She felt the cool breeze of night when she was guided through the front door, and could hear the chug of an idling motor as she was guided down the walk. Then she was in an automobile and was being whisked away from the house. Robert had put her in a cab, she was certain, then probably had gone back to give the young people a piece of his mind for treating her in such a horrible fashion. Tomorrow she would call him and explain how happy he had made her and possibly, he might ask her the question then.