Chapter 5
The Oakland Raiders won the game twenty-seven to seventeen, Robert told Donna on the way home. She had to ask because she had become excited over another sport that she didn't get a chance to watch the players on the field.
After sucking Robert off, she had settled down beside him under the poncho and had been thrilled by the experience of being fingerfucked while the people around them cheered. She realized, of course, that the cheers were for the Oakland Raiders, not because Robert was making her so happy.
When the game was over, they stopped for a drink at the Fremont Inn in a little place called Irvington and exchanged finger massages under the table. After a half hour of more fingerfucking, which Donna enjoyed while playing with Robert's cock, Robert had such a hardon and Donna was so wet between the legs that they decided to go home for the dessert. Chester, red faced and panting, broke away from Viola's embrace and suggested going to his place.
"We can have a real drink and some fun," he promised.
Robert immediately agreed, which came as a deep disappointment to Donna. She had been looking forward to having Robert alone in her own apartment.
"It'll be real cool, baby," Robert insisted when she complained. "We can shower up, then test some of Chester's booze. After that... " Chester grinned, nodded happily and walked three feet behind her, watching her swaying hips.
Donna thought Chester's apartment huge. It had soft looking furniture and a large stereo with a tape deck that looked custom built. The walls were covered with posters and magazine centerfolds of naked girls and anywhere she sat in the room, Donna found herself staring into the spread legs and open cunts of the Darling of the Month. It was quite evident that Chester loved sex and his apartment had been prepared as a playground for it.
Robert prepared drinks, saying that it had been such a wild game that they should celebrate. Then he put on records of Elton John and Tina Turner. They listened to them, sipped the drinks and told dirty stories. Viola complained of being too warm and each time she said anything, Chester told her to take her clothes off. She removed one item at a time, starting with her shoes, until she was down to her brassiere and panties and everybody laughed.
Chester puffed on a rolled cigarette that was lumpy and gazed at Donna's crotch with misty eyes. His scrutiny made her feel self-conscious. He grinned and offered a puff on his cigarette.
"I was wondering if you are my type," he explained.
Donna shook her head no on the offer of the cigarette and tried to avoid looking at Viola.
"What is your type?" she asked, to keep the conversation going.
Chester took a longer look at the tight fabric over her crotch before answering her question.
"They don't talk much," he said finally. He waited for her to think for a moment then added, "But they do say yes to the right questions."
"What's the question?" she heard herself ask.
Chester took a long puff on his cigarette, then put it out. He leaned toward her as if he didn't want anyone else to hear what he was about to ask.
"Want to fuck?"
Chester's eyes held her in a vise that she couldn't get away from. She felt as if her gaze was locked to his face, that she couldn't look in any other direction. She knew that was silly because if she looked to her left, she would see Viola and Robert. Robert had removed Viola's brassiere and was sucking hard on one of her tits.
She blinked.
"Yes I would," her voice said.
"Then get your pants off, honey."
Donna frowned. Robert was right there in the room and she didn't want to undress where he would see her. Besides, she hadn't said that she wanted to fuck Chester. She had said that she wanted to fuck. That could mean that she wanted to fuck Robert or that she wanted to fuck Mitch. It could even mean that she wanted to fuck Leonard, Robert's half brother.
She crossed her legs, sipped her drink and told Chester. "Not right now."
Viola was doing a lot of giggling. It was echoing from the walls and could be heard even above the sounds from the stereo. Donna looked to see what was going on.
Robert was down on the floor, on his knees, in front of Viola, tugging on her panties. Viola was making noises like she was objecting but she didn't try to stop him. She looked pleased. She was making faces and wailing and pleading with Robert to stop. When he paused, she giggled again and made another face.
That made Robert tug harder. Viola raised her ass off the chair so that he could pull the panties down under her and tug them free. Then she spread her legs and dared him to kiss her on the cunt. Robert moved in between her honey colored thighs and buried his face in the warm flesh and hair of her wet cunt. Viola continued to giggle.
"Lick it," she urged.
Donna looked away, peered at the floor for a moment, then turned her attention back to Chester. "Suck my cunt," she pleaded. "Then you can fuck me."
It was five minutes to seven. Donna noticed the time because she was mad at Robert and what he was doing. She had wanted to have Robert with her, not making mad love to Viola. It wouldn't have happened if she had insisted on going to her apartment. It was still a young evening and she should draw Robert away from Viola and insist that he take her home. Then she could fix drinks at her place and get on with the business of getting fucked. She gave a deep, inward, frown because Robert didn't even know she was alive and Viola was the one being sucked and fucked. She might as well give in to Chester, she decided. Robert was wound between Viola's legs and didn't care what she wanted, He was bringing joy to Chester's girlfriend and that, she mused, should give her the right to let Chester bring a little joy to her own cunt. She stared absently at the electric wall clock, then stood up and slowly unbuttoned the flap of her tight fitting jeans. She worked them down her legs and stepped out of them. After scratching the kinky pussy hair under her panties, she unbuttoned her shirt. When she opened the front of it, Chester gasped.
"Oh wow!" he blurted. "What a cute pair of boobs!" He reached for them with both hands but Donna backed away.
"My pussy... I want you to play with my pussy."
He turned his gaze to the hair-covered slit at her crotch and his face creased in a happy leer. He dropped to his knees, grasped her skimpy panties and forced them down her legs to her knees, then he thrust his tongue into the black kinky hair and licked the warm slit.
He murmured, "Mmmmmmm, that's good." He pushed her panties the rest of the way to the floor so she could step out of them. When Donna lifted her leg, he thrust his nose into the warm, open lips of her wet cunt. He sniffed repeatedly.
"Beautiful," he said, peering up into her face. "Absolutely beautiful."
Donna teetered on one leg, then lowered her foot back to the floor. Chester thrust a finger into her hot slit.
"Open up, honey," he urged. "Here comes heaven." He laughed and worked the finger higher into her cunt. Donna cast longing glances at the davenport. She just wanted to lie down and have a nice stiff cock pushed into her itching cunt. She hesitated.
"Open your cunt, honey." Chester said again.
Donna sighed and spread her legs apart.
Chester moved in between them, raised his face to her crotch and put his mouth over the wet, slippery lips of her begging cunt. He began to suck. "Mmmmmm," he went again. He licked hungrily in her juicy hole.
A buzzer sounded somewhere behind her and Donna turned startled eyes toward the door. Chester muttered, "oh shit!" He climbed to his feet and went to see who was ringing his bell.
A girl burst into the room, waving an Oakland Raider banner. She leaped at Chester.
"Surprise!"
Donna DeLong grabbed her skirt and hugged it to her breasts. She was confused and bewildered by the sudden interruption. She was also unaware that she was still standing with her legs spread and her pussy in plain view of the invading Raider fans. She gazed, dazed, at the growing group of boys and girls who streamed into the apartment. They scurried about the room, still waving their banners, plopping down in chairs, disappearing into the small kitchen, taking over the small bathroom and flowing into the apartment's one bedroom. Heads were everywhere and clawing hands pawed anything in their path. Donna shrank from the onslaught of male bodies but was overcome by the mass of gripping fingers. She was suddenly enveloped in a tight embrace and a ponderous mouth crushed down on hers in a tight kiss. Then a hot tongue was searching out her own and a massive hand flowed down her body. Probing fingers found the heated lips of her still wet pussy.
She tried to cry out but her voice refused to respond. Words fell from her lips and she blurted in agony. "Oh God, fuck me. Please, somebody fuck me!"
"Right on, baby."
A deep voice whispered in her ear and she knew she was being forced backward, guided across the space to the softness of the davenport. Then she was on it, pushed back into a supine position, her legs spread apart and a massive male body was arched over her. A long stiff cock thrust deep into the open lips of her cunt and a body began jacking up and down over her. A numbness gripped her that made it impossible for her to move. Someone was finally fucking her. A boy, a real big boy. She saw his sandy hair bouncing about in a violent dance above her face. She didn't know who he was and his cock was inside her cunt, thrusting in and out with wild abandon. She was being fucked rapaciously by a total stranger!
Around her was complete bedlam. Everyone was talking at once and loud giggles followed screamed exclamations of surprise. Robert's voice was loud in her ears and she twisted her head, searching him out. The back of the davenport blocked her vision.
His words echoed in her mind. "Get your pants off, baby. I want another cunt to suck!"
Donna stifled a cry of her own. She wanted to shout it out, to make Robert hear her. Oh no, Robert! Please, not again! You're supposed to be sucking my cunt, not some other girl's! She straightened her head and peered up into the green eyes looking down at her.
The face was pleasant. Not dark like Chester and not pale like Robert. This face had a deep tan and the pale green eyes looked down at her from dark brown circles of flesh. The boy was striving to smile, but the pain of his prostatic delight was causing him to wince.
He slowed the action of his thrusts and forced a grin. "You'all right, chickie?"
Donna nodded, not trusting her voice. If she said yes, she was afraid she might cry and he would think it was because he was fucking her. She turned her head and fixed her gaze on the back of a chair.
Sex was being able to lie on the floor, a boy nuzzling her crotch, thrusting his tongue into her swollen cunt and lapping up the delicious love juice. She saw two girls doing that.
Sex was sitting on the floor while a naked body stood over her, his cock bouncing in front of her face, waiting for her to suck it. She saw three girls doing that.
Sex could also be going down on hands and knees, pointing her pert little cunt to whoever happened to be behind her and waiting for them to either lick it with a hot tongue or to penetrate it with a very stiff prick. She saw two girls who appeared to be doing that.
She tried to say something to the round face bobbing above her but all that managed to pass her agonized lips was a low moan and cries of frustration.
"Fuck me, honey! Oh God, rip my cunt with that cock!"
The face grinned again and the panting breath halted while words were formed by the strained lips.
"I'm fucking you, chickie. My cock's slappin' your lil'ole cunt real hard."
Donna clamped her lips together and sought to quiet her pounding heart. A growing itch centered around the rim of her tender asshole and moved slowly across her crotch to the sucking lips of her hungry cunt. Her asshole quivered, sending spasms of pleasure into the base of her pussy. Then it grew stronger, centering at the hot wet lips, then moving up her vagina to a spot below her belly. Her muscles tightened as nerves came awake. Twinges of ecstasy welled up her spine and a shudder went through her body.
"Oh Jesus!" she moaned, in a delirium of desire. "Give me more cock! Fuck me hard... Tear me with that beautiful cock... Fuck me hard... Pleasssssseeeee!"
The pumping prick slammed up into her wet slippery cunt and sucking sounds emitted from her tight pussy lips. Tiny farts popped from her quivering asshole as the muscles of her body tightened.
Donna reached for the body arched over her, grasped the wide shoulders. Then her arms locked around his neck drawing his head down toward her own. He sank lower, until his chin was nestled in the hollow of her neck and shoulder. His panting breath blew hot against her neck and his left ear was close to her anxious mouth.
"More... more... MORE!" she whimpered into his ear. She held him tight in a passionate embrace as her nerves erupted. The agonizing pain moved from her asshole to the mouth of her cunt.
"Fuck... oh fuck... " she moaned. She twisted her head and nuzzled his ear with her nose. Her tongue licked at the lobe.
"Fuck... oh fuck... fuck... fuck... oh fuck me hard... hard... Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
The sandy haired kid slammed his throbbing prick up into the wet spongy depth of her aching cunt. He drew back and slammed it in again. Donna groaned as the force of the erupting muscles shook her body.
"Now... Now... NOOOOOOW!" she cried, as he struggled in her embrace and his cock throbbed in her cunt.
Then she bit him on the ear.