Chapter 4
The football game was scheduled for one o'clock at the Oakland Coliseum and Donna was up at eight so she would have ample time to get ready. Robert had told her to wear jeans and she borrowed a pair from Verna, her roommate. Verna was one size smaller and the jeans fit her snugly at the hips. They also fit tight across the cheeks of her ass and pulled up so tight in her crotch that the fabric was forced into the slit of her cunt. It was very noticeable and she was certain that Robert would like it.
As a top, she wore an old paisley shirt which fit so loosely that she could go without a bra and no one would notice. Robert liked loose shirts. It was easier to get inside of them to play with her tits. Whatever Robert wanted, Robert got and she couldn't see any reason why his desire to play with her tits should be any different.
Donna took an exceptionally long shower, washing her hair and lathering her cunt so she would be clean all over. If Robert wanted to play with her pussy, she would be ready for him there also. After the game she could bring Robert up to the apartment and they could be alone together.
She was still thinking about it when Robert arrived. She hurried down at the sound of the horn. Robert introduced Viola and Chester in the back seat.
Chester said 'chaumed' with a thick Boston brogue and offered a limp hand for her to shake. A recent hair cut had uncovered his ears which stuck out like bat's wings. Viola pushed a lock of long blonde hair from her face, then tossed it back across her shoulder with a shake of her head.
"Nice we could get together, honey," she told Donna. "It's so much more fun to have someone else along."
Robert gave her hand a squeeze as she slid across the seat of his new Cadillac, to be close to him.
"Glad you wore the jeans," he stated after they were settled. "Going up those ramps can give the guys down under a real eye full."
Donna said, "Oh." A rolled blanket nestled in the space between them and she was curious as to what he was going to use it for.
The car was very quiet as they rolled along highway seventeen. It was so quiet that Donna could hear the conversation that was going on between Chester and Viola in the rear seat. Viola was giggling as if highly amused by what she was doing. Periodic grunts burst from Chester, followed by a long sigh.
Donna twisted, looking back, wanting to view what was happening. Viola had her hand in Chester's crotch and her fingers were squeezing his cock bulge which was prominently visible. Each time her fingers closed, Chester grunted. Viola giggled again, then jerked her hand away. She smiled feebly at Donna.
Robert tapped her on the elbow. "Don't peek, Donna," he told her. "Let them play."
She settled back in the spot beside him.
The grunts were getting louder. She tried to visualize what was going on. Chester sounded so happy, so pleased that she just had to see what was going on. She didn't want to peek again but she had to.
Chester half sat, half laid in the corner of the back seat, his pants unzipped, the fly open. Viola was holding his penis. It looked long and thin and the round, pink head of it was peeking up out of her closed fingers. Viola bent down, thrust out her tongue and licked it across the tip of Chester's hard prick.
Chester's eyes opened wide in pleased astonishment and he blubbered. "Oh, boy, oh boy, oh boy."
Donna shifted her gaze back to the road, well aware that a red flush was creeping up her cheeks. She tried to pretend she hadn't seen anything. She hadn't known that people acted like that. Her mother had always told her that sex was something sacred, something not to be indulged in public and had always warned her about doing things in the open that wouldn't be ladylike. Her mother had always been such a marvelous person.
She glanced at Robert, approving of the face which she considered so well formed and manly. His hair shaped in against his head just above the collar and clung close to his neck. He had kidded her once, telling her that it was a sandy colored wig but she knew better. Anything that nice had to be real. His shoulders... She twisted to look at the one next to her. It looked so broad... his arms... He had muscular arms that could squeeze her ribs and hands that could be soft, gentle and understanding. She remembered how they had felt when his fingers had been exploring her pussy in the back seat. She looked down at the hand that had just dropped away from the steering wheel. It was scratching his balls.
Chester was groaning in the back seat. Donna glanced back quickly, then turned to stare through the windshield at the rushing white spots which marked the division of lanes on the highway. The one glance had been enough. She felt embarrassed for having looked. She had seen what she knew had to be true; Viola, bent over Chester, his stiff prick in her tight set mouth. Her head was bobbing up and down, massaging it with her soft red lips. Donna had seen enough to realize that she had seen an example of what her mother had always warned her about. 'Men will want you to suck them off,' her mother had said. She had made it very plain that it was not the nice thing to do.
She stared hard at the pavement, watching the white blotches rush by. The motion was soothing and hypnotizing. She was becoming drowsy. She would hold onto Robert, she mused. She could hold his hand and the contact would reassure her of his love. But first she would have to find the hand. Her left hand moved down into the space at his crotch, touching the taut fabric of his pants. It felt warm and she cupped her hand over it, squeezing as she had seen Viola do. Something soft and warm underneath began to move. It was growing, forming a lump where there had been only a flatness before.
Robert sucked in a fast breath. "That feels good, Donna," he said in a gratified whisper. "Do it some more."
He liked what she was doing and that made her happy. She hadn't realized he would be so easy to please. She continued to squeeze the soft lump until it became larger and hard and Robert was making noises and telling her to do things she didn't understand.
"Give me head, baby. Give me head," he whispered in a hoarse voice.
She moved closer to him, put her head against his shoulder but she could see that wasn't what he meant.
He was groaning as if in intense pain. "Grab my cock, baby. Grab my cock."
She looked at him, puzzled.
Robert jerked the zipper of his pants, pushed it down, opening the fly, then he released his belt and let the front fly open.
"Take it out, Donna," he ordered.
She stared at the bulge, now restrained by his printed Bermuda shorts as if she didn't know what to do. His expression of pleasure turned to one of irritation. He pulled at the buttons of his shorts, forcing them open, releasing the front, exposing his penis which plopped through the opening, thrusting outward and upward. He gave another deep sigh and scratched the hair around the base of it.
"Head, baby," he said again. "Give me head."
Donna leaned down to peer at the inflating organ. This was the first time she had ever seen Robert grow a hardon. The time they had fucked in the back seat, he had pushed it into her cunt and she hadn't seen it until he had already climaxed and it was small again. This was much more fun, she decided.
Robert lifted his balls through the open front of his shorts and let them lay, semi-flaccid under his stiff cock. She touched the bag timidly, then put her fingers around it and squeezed.
Robert's eyes opened wide, he squirmed in the seat and blurted, "Oh shit!"
Donna removed her hand from his balls and placed it around the shaft of his cock. She closed her fingers around it and squeezed with the top finger.
Robert cooed softly and a tremor rippled across the cheeks of his face. He muttered.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh" Donna worked her fingers up the shaft of Robert's stiff penis, squeezing gently, noticing how rigid it was.
"I think it's pretty," she said pleasantly.
Robert said, "Oh Christ!"
Chester was moaning louder and Donna had to lean close to hear what Robert was saying.
"Suck my cock!" Robert growled. "My balls are about to burst!"
Donna hesitated. She was confused and bewildered. Robert had never spoken that way to her before and it bothered her. She glanced back at Viola, peering at her engaged lips, noting the base of Chester's prick which was the only part not in Viola's mouth. She wondered how any girl could stand to do that.
Robert scowled at her hesitation. "Jerk it off," he growled with irritation. "I have to steer this damn car or I'd do it myself!"
Donna rubbed her fingers up and down his penis. Gurgling sounds swelled from the back seat, then there was a low giggle. Chester moaned as if in deep pain and then blurted out. "Oh shit!"
Viola was licking the tip of Chester's prick, moving her tongue across the purple bulb and sucking the sweet cock juice into her mouth. After the last lap of her tongue, she gave his cock a soft pat and pushed it down into his pants. "There, honey," she whispered sweetly. "That should take care of you until we get home."
Chester responded with a happy grin. "That was real good, Vi." He zipped the front of his pants and straightened up in the seat. "You're wild, Vi," he assured her. "Really wild."
Traffic was streaming off the highway into the ramp at the coliseum and Robert followed, twisting into the lane for the south parking lot. He closed his pants, giving Donna a sorrowful look and picked up the rolled blanket.
"To keep us warm," he told Donna. "That bay wind can be pretty cold."
Donna nodded understandingly and trotted along beside him up the ramp to the entrance of section K. The weatherman had promised light showers and the sky was overcast with a dull gray cloud. A light breeze was blowing in from across the bay and whipped through the stands with chilling force. Donna drew her light jacket tighter about her chest and was thankful that Robert had been thoughtful enough to bring the blanket along. She viewed Viola's bare legs and short skirt as she climbed the ramp. The breeze could do horrible things to a short skirt and flimsy panties.
But the roll wasn't a blanket, she discovered, when Robert opened it. It was a poncho. Robert had made it by cutting a large hole in the center to put his head through. It hung down over his body to protect him from the winds. But he had brought only one.
He laughed at her naivete when she mentioned the fact.
"We'll share it," he explained with a broad grin. "We can be warm and still have fun." He draped it over his shoulders to show her how it worked. Then they went climbing through the bleachers looking for their seats. Chester and Viola followed along, hugging and giggling like two small kids on a lark.
After thirty minutes of sharing the poncho, Donna had a full understanding of Robert's meaning of fun. Their bodies covered by the makeshift garment, she discovered that they were sheltered not only from the cold San Francisco Bay breeze but also from the curious gaze of their fellow spectators. Draped tight across their knees, the poncho formed a tent which was a perfect cover for a session of pussy petting, fingerfucking and cocksucking. It took only a few minutes for Robert to make his wants known.
Five minutes after settling on the hard bench of the bleachers, Robert was unbuttoning her jeans, under the protection of the tent, and pushing his hand down into her panties.
The kick off was delayed until One-thirty and Robert wanted to pass the time by playing with her cunt. To keep him happy, Donna forced her jeans and panties down her legs so that he could get to her warm pussy.
"Grab my cock," he whispered to her. "I want a hand job."
When she reached into the fly of his slacks to open the zipper, it was stuck. Repeated attempts to move the metal flap failed. Robert was becoming irritated.
"Something's caught in it," he moaned in Donna's ear. "Get down and free it."
Donna hunched down, forcing her head down through the opening, slumping down under the blanket beside Robert's knees. Her feet thrust precariously from under the edges. Then she twisted her body around, moving in between Robert's legs, feeling for the fly of his pants.
She couldn't see when she bent forward to look. "It's dark in here," she complained.
Robert held the poncho up so the light streamed through the hole. He inquired, "How's that?"
Donna peered at the zipper, feeling for it in the dimness under the blanket. A small bit of fabric was wedged in the slide, keeping it from forcing the talons apart. She took the flap between her thumb and finger, pushed on it, then jerked, twisted, forced the metal through the threads. Then it was wrenched free. The fly spread open and once more, the bulge behind the printed fabric of Robert's Bermuda shorts was visible.
"Wonderful," Robert murmured from outside the tent.
Donna unsnapped his shorts. She opened the flap and grasped his doubled up prick. It straightened when she pulled it from under his balls and lifted it through the opening.
She could hear Robert mumbling something in an impatient tone. He had raised the opening of the poncho to the level of his nose and was giving her instructions.
"Suck it," he muttered repeatedly. "Suck the shit out of it."
The penis felt soft in her hand, the warm skin stretching tighter as the organ inflated. Donna lowered her head so she could see. It felt like a chicken neck, she decided, sort of curved upward and there were little ridges in it. The round knob at the head of his prick was poised toward her, inches away from her lips and she felt an instant urge to touch it with her tongue, just to see what it might be like. She held it between two fingers and lifted it toward her mouth.
"Hurry up, damn it!" Robert bleated. "How long does it take to suck a cock?" He spread his knees far apart so she would have room to get to it.
Donna lowered her head more, overlooking the swift pain that shot through her hip as she forced her body into an awkward position. She was having a cramp and moved back from Robert's crotch.
"Suck it, damn it!" Robert blurted again. "Shit! We don't have all day!"
Donna turned on her side, thrusting her feet along the foot plank of the bleachers, scraping shoes that got in the way. Her feet tangled with the feet of the man to Robert's right.
The man turned on Robert. "What the hell's going on," he hissed. He glared at Robert.
Robert replied with an innocent look. "An accident," he stated casually. "She's looking for her earring."
The man glared. "How the hell would it have fallen down there?"
Robert grinned, forgetting the pain in his dick. "She has long ears," he replied.
The man rubbed his bruised ankle, gave Robert a strained look and turned his attention back to the game. The teams were lining up for the kick off.
Donna heard very little of the conversation as she poised for another try at Robert's bloated prick. It didn't look as formidable as it had appeared in the car. In fact, she thought it was rather cute.
She touched it timidly with her tongue, licking around the tip, noting that there really wasn't any taste there. Robert quivered and he gave her a light pat on the back of the head.
"Suck it, baby," he whispered through the hole in the blanket. "Suck the shit out of it!"
That first touch of her tongue on his cock seemed rather nice and Donna decided to try sucking it. She held the prick erect, lowered her mouth slowly down over it and closed her lips on the soft skin. Nothing. It was like sticking a warm banana into her mouth. Robert was saying something she couldn't understand. His hand came down, inside the blanket, settled behind her head and pushed it down, forcing her lips lower over his throbbing cock.
"Suck the sonofabitch!" he hissed.
Donna rubbed her tongue over the tip of the cock again. She still couldn't taste anything. Cocksucking was a simple thing, she decided. All she had to do was lick the end of it a few times and then quit. She rubbed the tip of the cock once more and sighed with deep contentment. It was sort of fun.
Robert began to buck, popping his ass up and down on the wooden bench which forced his cock up and down in Donna's mouth. This was something new and she liked it. She sat very still, compressing her tips tightly over the pumping prick.
She heard Robert whispering, "Oh Jesus... oh, oh, Jesus!"
Something was happening she didn't understand. Robert's prick was growing even larger, taking up all the space inside her mouth. She had difficulty working her tongue around it. It didn't feel like swallowing a banana anymore. It was more like having a gigantic salami thrust into her throat. It didn't hurt and she had to admit that the sensation was pleasant. Also, the action was now bringing a taste. Something wet and salty oozed into her throat and welled back to her tongue. The rubbery head of the prick was slapping against her palate and each slap gave an additional sensation. Donna hadn't realized it could be so pleasant to be fucked in the mouth. Saliva was oozing behind her teeth, wetting the hard shaft, making it slippery. The movement in and out of her lips was much easier. She sensed that Robert was enjoying the action. He was making cooing sounds, ooooh and ohhhhh and his hands were digging into her shoulders. Then they slipped down into her shirt, grasping her tits. He gave them hard squeezes and pulled on them as if attempting to pull her closer to him. She forced her shoulder into the spread of his legs and bent as low as possible. She could see his balls hanging free beneath his kinky hair covered crotch and she suddenly felt very warm. It was becoming musty inside the tent.
"Oh fuck, suck, suck." Robert was grunting. He sounded as if he might be in pain.
There was a bedlam of sound outside the tent and Donna wondered if the game had finally started. Robert had stopped bouncing and was sitting rather still. She felt small tremors going through him as she worked on his prick and wondered if he was having as much fun as she. Sucking his cock was turning out to be much more than she had expected it to be. She drew back, holding the cock in her right hand, and licked gently across the knob at the end. Small secretions oozed from the tiny hole and she licked them up.
Robert was wiggling his ass on the bench, doing a sort of shimmy that made the base of his cock rock back and forth. Donna grasped one leg for support and pushed her mouth down over the hard prick.
She sounded a long ooooooooooooooh, to let Robert know she liked sucking his cock.
"Make me come, baby," Robert said through the opening of the blanket.
Donna lapped hungrily at the oozing cum.
Robert was moaning, "Oh shit! Oh... Oh... Oh SHIIIIIIIT!"
Donna was bobbing her head up and down under the blanket, holding her tongue tight against the hard shaft while she rubbed the skin with her lips. It felt as if it was growing even larger and Robert was almost crying. She could hear another voice complaining.
"What the hell's the matter with you, buster? Can't you sit still?"
"I sat down on a splinter," Robert said.
"Then get it out of your ass and be quiet."
Another voice. "What you doin' down there?"
"Nothing, mister!" Robert cried out. "My girl lost her earring."
"Then tell her to find it and stop that damn bouncing up and down!"
"Sure."
Robert tapped Donna on the head. "Hurry up, baby. The guard is looking this way."
Donna pushed her lips down over the hard prick once more then drew back and swabbed her tongue across the round head. Then she started sucking.
Robert cried, "Oh gosh!" He bucked upward and arched his back like someone had jabbed him in the ass with a pin. A gush of hot cum flowed from his prick and into Donna's lips. She gurgled, licked happily and smacked her Lips. Everything was simply wonderful.
Robert moaned and slumped on the seat. His hands dropped away from Donna's tits and she was able to sit up. She rubbed the wet sticky prick with her hand, gave the tip one final lick and tucked it back inside his shorts. She didn't button them-Robert could do that himself.
"There, honey," she stated in a pleased tone. "That should do you until tonight."