Chapter 6

Monday morning came staggering through a milieu of frustrated hours, bringing rays of a new hope and tranquility. For Donna, the weekend had been a disaster which she wanted to forget. She looked forward to beginning a new week in which, hopefully, everything would be resolved and returned to normalcy. To Donna, being normal was to have Robert still consider her his girl and the eventuality of his asking that one question which was so very important. Naturally she would say yes.

The after game party had turned into an orgy on the arrival of the Raider fans and Robert had forgotten all about her. She was certain he had spent the evening sucking the cunt of almost every girl in the group. She wanted to think that it had happened because he knew so many of them and felt obligated to take care of them before taking care of her.

Being fucked by the sandy-haired kid had been all that had kept the afternoon from becoming completely gross. Donna had enjoyed the fuck by his big hard prick in her hot itching cunt, but when it was over, the kid had moved on to someone else and she was alone on the davenport. Naked bodies were everywhere; clasped together in hot embraces thrashing about in the passionate act of fucking, moaning and groaning and crying for more cock. A young girl sat beside her boyfriend, busily playing with his cock and giggling while he fingerfucked her cunt with one hand and puffed repeatedly on a joint which he held in the other.

A long-haired boy had settled on the end of the davenport, holding a guitar as if trying to hide his naked frame behind it. He gave her a casual glance as he tightened a string and tested it for sound.

"You like to hear my song?" he asked plaintively.

He peered at her from behind a growth of kinky auburn face hair and she thought he smiled, although she really couldn't know.

She nodded politely to his question and glanced around, searching for her clothing.

"You're sort of pretty," the boy said after a second glance at her firm round breasts.

Donna had said thanks. Her clothing wasn't where she had left it. She turned her attention back to the boy and his guitar. He was rather skinny, she thought, noting his bony ribs and the lean cheeks behind the hair. But he was rather nice.

"I wrote it myself," the boy said.

Donna said, "That's nice."

Her eyes traveled across his face and then along the body of the guitar. He moved it, raising the body of it so that he could strike the strings better. The movement disclosed his penis which appeared very small and very shriveled. Donna glanced at it again and again because she hadn't known that a big boy could have such a small penis.

"It's all mine," the boy ventured with a grin.

She stared at him in bewilderment. "Your peter?"

He struck a note so she could hear how pretty it could sound. "My guitar," he explained.

"Oh," Donna said. "I thought... "

"Your tits are pretty too."

"Thanks."

He leaned toward her. "You wanna fuck?"

"Do you?"

He shook his head in a negative gesture. "I'd rather sing."

Donna gave him a wry smile. "Sing," she urged.

Donna wanted to appear interested in his singing, but found it difficult to listen and still search the room for a sight of Robert. She was on the verge of getting up and leaving the davenport when Chester grabbed her arm and pulled her away from the troubadour. He walked backwards across the room, tugging her along with him, his long pink cock flopping back and forth in front of his flaccid scrotum bag.

She permitted him to guide her through the maze of naked bodies, worming a path to the opposite side of the room. Then she saw Robert for the first time since the Raider fans had arrived. He was on his knees before a girl sitting on a straight back chair, his face between her spread thighs, busily licking her streaming cunt and pulling on the nipples of her round little tits. He paused in his sucking long enough to glance up at Donna. He gave her a silly grin, then turned back to licking the delicious cunt behind the tuft of black hair.

Donna frowned and pretended not to notice.

A girl was trying to stand on her head against the wall. She positioned her head at the baseboard and balanced on her head and arms, then she lifted her feet a second time to hold them erect. Her boyfriend grasped her ankles, guiding them up, positioning her against the wall. She stood motionless for a moment, feet together, then she spread them apart and giggled.

"It's fun, honey," she said, coaxing Donna. "You do it."

To Donna, it looked like fun. Chester had disappeared and Robert was still into the cunt of the girl on the chair and she, Donna, was doing nothing. Standing on her head could be good exercise and it certainly couldn't cause any harm. She noticed and chose a spot for her stand.

The secret was to leave ample space from the wall, she discovered. Positioning her head away from the baseboard gave her back room and changed the center of balance from the front of the body to the back. The first time up, she stood straight and she felt as if she could remain in that position all day. An instant chorus of "Oh boys" swelled from the spectators who had paused to watch what she was doing.

Donna couldn't remember, Sunday morning, how the cunt eating had started. She did remember standing on her head and showing the other girl how easy it was. Then suddenly, someone was holding her legs. She could see a grotesque cock bobbing about as the man bent over her. A hot wet cock wormed into her pussy, thrusting into her cunt for the second time that day.

Donna had wiggled and asked the man to go away.

The man didn't go away. Instead, something cold and sticky was dropping into her pussy, running down over the side of her crotch and dropping onto her stomach. Then the licking started again. The man with the big cock was going, "Mmmmmmmm Uuuummmmmmmmm!"

By shifting her eyes, Donna could see three more girls standing on their heads and three young studs who were spooning something into their cunts. They pressed their faces into the hairy muff of their pussies and licked away the alamode.

Robert's voice rose above the other sounds and Donna's heart had skipped a beat.

"Go, Chester, go!" Robert had screamed. "Eat her cunt out, baby!"

Donna had seen the enchanted look on his face as he watched Chester, his face thrust into her crotch, lapping up the sticky, gooey mess that was dripping from the lips of her cunt.

"Eat her cunt, baby!" Robert screamed again. "Eat the shit out of her!"

Chester was lapping and licking and making noises that she could hear.

"Mmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmm."

His tongue was brushing across the sticky lips, sucking up jam and cunt juice. He licked up her leg and back again.

"Mmmmmmmm."

Then, as if desiring more flavor of her sweet cunt juice, the tongue thrust through her pussy lips. It curled around her tender clit and gently massaged it. More juice welled up around the soft taste buds and he scooped it up, groaning happily.

"Suck my cunt," Donna begged as the tongue lapped into her hot lips. "Suck my cunt hard."

Chester had attempted to do her bidding but he was lost in a maze of thighs and pussy lips. He was licking up one leg, then back. A deep thrust of his tongue into the jam laden cunt, then up the other leg and back. "Mmmmmmmm!"

Each time his mouth came back down to her begging cunt, Donna cried out again. "Suck my cunt, Chester. Oh God! Suck my cunt!"

Chester was licking and groaning, making noises like someone having an asthma attack. The more he licked, the hotter Donna had become.

"Fuck me," she had begged. "Oh, please, fuck me."

Thinking back on it, Donna remembered that was when Robert had come into the act. He had appeared behind Chester and had given him something. "There's the bread," he told Chester. "Now it's my turn."

Chester had gone away and Robert had started sucking and licking her cunt. More jam had been spooned into her open cunt lips and Robert lapped it out with his tongue. By the time it was all gone, Donna was burning with a passionate desire.

"Robert," she had screamed in her growing agony. "Puck me!"

What had happened after that was rather vague in her mind. Robert had helped her down from her head stand against the wall and they had fucked on the living room rug.

Robert had been so tender with her, so gentle that she didn't mind the scratches and bruises that were the result of their rolling about the floor. She couldn't remember everything that had occurred but she could remember having Robert's beautiful cock in her cunt.

It had been so wonderful.

Robert is fucking me, she had cooed to herself, basking in the fact that the one thing she had wanted so desperately was finally happening. It was so nice to be there with him, to feel his warm skin on her chest, to feel his stiff prick probing her itching pussy, then the ecstasy as it slipped up into her wet, aching cunt. Robert had even told her he loved her.

"You're a good cunt, baby," he had whispered into her ear. "Like bread in the bank. Keep it just for me, baby. I think you're the most!"

He had been so kind. After he finished fucking her, he had helped her find her clothing, then had called a cab and walked down to the curb to see her off home. Sounds of the party still carried to her as the cab pulled away from the apartment and Robert had said goodbye before going back to help Chester see that the Raider fans continued to have a good time.

She wanted to call Robert and thought about him as she went about the chore of getting bathed and fixing her breakfast. Verna usually helped with the breakfast but she hadn't come home and Sunday had been so boring without Robert that she wanted to be sure he was all right. It was with a sense of pleasure that she went through the routine of walking the two blocks to the bus line, catching the eight-twenty and riding downtown to Barker's Department Store. Each block the bus traveled brought her that much closer to Robert and just knowing that made Donna feel good. She hung her light jacket in the employee's ready room and hurried into the sales section. Lampson gave her a quick glance and nodded as she scurried behind her counter. Then he went forward, possibly to check the front door. Donna looked at her watch, noted that she was three minutes early and gave a sigh of relief. Monday was beginning like it might be a very pleasant day.

At nine-thirty, she called the office upstairs on the intercom phone and asked to speak to Robert. The girl who answered said he had called in sick.

The rest of the morning she went through the motions of writing up sales, wrapping packages completely aware her heart wasn't in it. She wanted to see Robert and the more she thought about it, the more anxious she became. At three-ten, she decided to call his apartment. She chose the phone on the pillar beside the intercom phone and dialed the outside number. She could hear the burrrr that meant the bell was ringing. It wasn't answered and to Donna, that could only mean one thing. Robert must be so sick he couldn't get out of bed. She felt a sudden rise of panic, hung the receiver on the hook and hurried back to her counter.

She could see that Lampson was waiting for her as she approached and his face was creased with a deep scowl.

"Personal calls aren't permitted on company time," he rasped. "Perhaps you and I should talk."

Donna blanched and fumbled with her sales book. "What about?" she inquired.

"You and Robert."

Her fear became stronger and she peered at him anxiously. "What about Robert?"

Lampson looked quickly about before mouthing his words. "Can't tell you here. Come with me." He turned abruptly and headed down the aisle toward the back of the store.

Once more she felt as if she was rushing through a dream of something she had seen before. She was scurrying along the aisle behind Mr. Lampson, following him through door after door, attempting to catch up with him so she could ask about Robert. She was breathless by the time he led her through the last door and closed it tight behind them. When he turned on a light, Donna was surprised by the contents of the room.

It was filled with stacked bed frames, piles of mattresses and racked headboards. An assembled bed, complete with pillows and yellow spread, occupied a location just inside the door. Lampson nodded to it with a twisted grin.

"My work bed," he told Donna.

Realization came to her like a sharp slap in the face. It was obvious why Lampson had brought her here. It wasn't to explain something about Robert. It was to make her indulge in sex with him. She wouldn't do it, she told herself. He could do anything he wanted to with her, even beat her, but she wouldn't let him fuck her.

Lampson scrutinized her anxious face and his grin became even more leering. "If you're worried about Robert finding out, forget it. He doesn't care how many men fuck you."

Donna's face blanched and grew white. A new fear gripped her and her throat was suddenly very dry. "You're wrong," she said in a strained voice. "Robert loves me. He almost said so."

Lampson gave a soft laugh and he was visible amused by her statement. "Robert loves only Robert," his voice said ringing in her ears. "And cunt," he added.

Donna wailed, "Oh no!" Lampson had to be wrong. Robert had told her he loved her and more or less intimated he would ask her to marry him, one day.

"He especially likes eating cunt has he eaten yours?"

Lampson's words struck Donna's eardrums like the beating of a bongo drum. Each word vibrated and resounded in her brain until she felt she would scream. Robert eating her cunt!

"No no," she wailed. "It isn't true!"

Robert could have eaten her cunt but he hadn't. He had chosen to lick Viola's cunt instead. That proved that Robert loved and respected her and didn't want to offend her by asking to do something as gross as licking her cunt. Robert had fucked her before sending her home in a cab and she had considered that all right but, now, she realized that wasn't what she had wanted him to do at all.

Lampson was viewing her discomfort with an amused grin. He laughed again, loud.

"Robert sucks them, then fucks them," he chortled. "Good girls don't count in his league."

Donna was seeing Lampson through a veil of misty tears. His image was vague and indistinct, like the story he was telling her. What if he was right? What if Robert did fuck every girl he met. Wasn't that supposed to be the 'in thing' among young people? Everyone she had come in contact with had wanted to use her body for their own pleasure, not really caring what she might want. Suppose she did have sex with Mr. Lampson. He really didn't look so mean now that she had time to really see him. In fact, she sort of liked him. The way he was looking at her reminded her of her father and he had been very good to her until he died. Also, her mother had always said that people shouldn't be judged by the color of their jacket because God had made the one while a tailor had made the other. Men would always be men, she decided. A man would always want to fuck a nice looking girl.

"I'll do it," she said with a nod. She went over and stood beside the bed, waiting for Lampson to make the first move.

"When I fuck, I want all the comforts of home," he told her. He followed her to the bed, stood looking down into her face, then put a hand under her chin. His eyes appeared to twinkle as he looked into her own.

"Don't be so uptight, honey. I'll show you how to make real love."

She felt better after hearing his words and tried to relax.

"The young jocks don't know how to make love," he said in a soft voice. "That's a man's job."

Donna sighed and forced a smile into her features. She wanted him to know that she believed and would trust him. She wanted him to get on with the fucking.

"Take off your clothes," he suggested. He unbuckled his belt, opened the fly of his pants. "It's more fun naked."

Donna pulled the bottom of her blouse out from under the waist of the soft skirt she had worn, turned her back so he could unzip the fastener, then pulled it over her head. She was glad now that she wasn't wearing a brassiere. She liked going without because it made her feel so free and happy. She dropped the blouse onto the floor and unfastened the catch on her skirt.

He wasn't even watching, she noticed. Instead, he was busy removing his pants, pushing them down over his hips then tugging them over his shoes. He was working as if it didn't matter to him. Perhaps he didn't have to watch her undress to get turned on. She decided she liked it that way; it was nicer than having someone ogling her as she removed her panties. This way, she didn't feel embarrassed.

Her skirt dropped to the floor and she removed the skimpy panties that covered the sheer fabric at the crotch of her pantie hose. Then she removed the hose.

She stood beside the bed, waiting for Lampson to finish undressing, eyeing his white chest as he removed his undershirt and dropped it to the floor. He unbuttoned the four buttons on his Bermuda shorts and let them fall to his feet. Then he stepped out of them.

A rise of excitement made her heart beat just a bit faster as his balls and penis came into view. He was so much like her father with his extended balls and thick prick. She could almost imagine him saying, 'hurry up there in the bathroom, I have to use it myself.' That was the way she remembered her father's penis having looked. Sort of soft and bulby and almost completely covered by the roll of loose skin wrinkled over the head of it. It would lengthen and get bigger when her father touched it and pulled on the end of it. When he did that, her mother had always laughed. She couldn't remember having seen her father's penis when it was completely hard and thinking of what it might have been like was making her excited. She wanted to watch Mr. Lampson's penis get hard.

She knew it wasn't right, but she didn't care. Robert had ignored her desires and what she was going to do was only making up for what she had missed Saturday. She permitted him to stand in front of her, to put a hand on her shoulder and cup her breasts in his strong looking hands. They felt so soft, so... so... so comfortable. He rubbed his hand down her back to the rise of her ass and gave it a soft pat.

"Cute little ass," he said in a soft voice. "Just right for love pats."

She moved up tight against his body, forcing her breasts up against the warm pink skin of his chest. The contact felt good. His penis brushed against the pubic hair of her pussy and the touch of it was adding to her growing excitement.

She laid her head against his chest. "What shall I do, Mr. Lampson?"

"Tony," he said, correcting her.

"Tony," she whispered back.

"Lay down," he instructed. "Fucking is a pleasure game. I like being comfortable."

She sat down first, settling on the edge of the bed, feeling the soft fabric of the bedspread under her buttocks. She pushed back on the bed and laid flat, her feet hanging over the edge, then she spread her legs so he could see the open lips of her erogenic cunt.

"Like this?"

He motioned for her to move back more. She scooted back, twisted around so she placed her head on one of the pillows.

"Like this?"

He stood beside the bed, viewing the figure, as if measuring her body. Then he settled down, taking a position close to her feet. All the while, he was peering into her face as if wanting to hypnotize her with his eyes.

Another smile creased his thin face. "Relax, honey. I'm going to make you fly!"

He bent over and kissed her right foot. He lifted it in his hands, holding it tenderly and kissed it lightly on the arch. Then he kissed a spot just below the big toe. The other toes followed in quick succession. Then he was kissing her ankle, her leg, progressing slowly up the calf of her leg to the knee. He was going higher, planting kisses on the inside of her thigh, moving higher and higher. Each kiss caused a twinge to course through Donna's body. A tingle which seemed to end at the mouth of her inviting pussy. She squirmed, then forced her body to be still.

Lampson was saying something. She wanted to hear every word. He was bringing such delicious delight to her body that she felt she should understand what he was saying.

"You are a beautiful woman," he was whispering.

He uttered little sounds of pleasure that could have been meant to help her turn in, but it didn't matter. He was making her feel like a woman and that was what sex was all about. He kissed the white skin on the inside of her thigh, moving up, ever closer to her little honey pot and the tuft of black hair that thrusted down from her waiting pussy. Tremor after tremor raced up her legs, to the apex of her crotch, bringing an itch to her anxious cunt that was becoming an urge.

"Oh, gosh," she murmured.

Tony Lampson paused long enough to give her another broad grin. "Sex is like a six course dinner," he said. "Fucking is the entree."

Donna sighed and raised her head from the pillow so she could watch what he was doing. She didn't understand completely what he was saying, but what he was doing was very nice.

His hot lips brushed the soft skin of her crotch, nuzzled the moist pussy lips and then his tongue flicked out, brushing across the sensitive flesh, probing into her pussy, scraping up the warm juice of her cunt. She could hear him smacking his lips as if he found it very tasty. Her urge was becoming stronger and more demanding.

She raised her head from the pillow for a second time. "You can fuck me now. I'm getting awful hot."

He gave her a gentle pat on the stomach. "Patience, honey, patience," he whispered. His tongue darted back into the confines of her wet cunt, brushing more juice into his waiting mouth.

"It's good... oh God, it's good... " Donna murmured. She raised her head again and peered at the top of his bobbing head. "Can you fuck me now?" she pleaded.

He broke free from her wet crotch and planted a kiss just above the mound of pubic hair. It tickled and Donna quivered.

"Fucking comes last," he said, settling back down beside her on the bed. "Making love is making a woman feel good all over." He brushed his hand across her flat stomach. "You are an attractive girl. You should always be loved all over."

She was sure that she understood him and even though she was becoming so hot she wanted to beg for his cock, she wanted him to do more.

His fingers trailed up across her stomach to the indention of her navel, then up to the contours of her breasts. The approach of his fingers seemed to be bringing them alive and she wanted to cry, to show her pleasure, it felt so good. She wanted to be fucked, to feel his cock deep inside her cunt and she wanted it to stay there until her body exploded from sheer ecstasy. "Can we fuck now?" she asked again.

His finger rubbed the tender tip of her nipple. "Fucking is fulfillment for only part of the body." He rubbed the soft flesh and plucked at it gently. "A body such as yours should be kissed all over. After that, you should be fucked." He leaned down, moving closer to her on the bed, and took her left breast into his mouth. He teased the tiny nipple, flicking it back and forth, caressing it. Then he licked around the firm mound of her right breast. When he reached the crevice between them, he paused.

"Like that?"

Donna sighed again, deeply. "Oh yes," she whispered. "I love it."

He kissed her again on the right breast, then moved over to the left one. "Beauty like yours should be enjoyed," he was saying and she wondered if he was talking to her or to himself.

She did want to be loved all over and liked the way he was making her skin tingle but she didn't want it to go on forever. The itch in her pussy was building into a throbbing ache and nothing but a stiff cock would ever make it go away.

She gritted her teeth and tried to hold back the moan that was building in her throat. Lampson was being nice to her, she knew. He hadn't treated her rough and was showing her how much pleasure there could be in playing with her body, but he couldn't know what he was doing to her or how hot her cunt was getting to be. He didn't realize that sucking her cunt or fucking her to an orgasm could be the only answer to her problem. She wanted to be fucked, God damnit! She wanted to fucked RIGHT NOW!

The cry mounted in her throat and she thrashed her head back and forth on the pillow, hoping the action would keep her from blurting out the frustration that was hurting her. She wanted to be fucked! Why didn't Lampson stick his hard cock into her cunt and do some good with it? What the hell was keeping him so quiet? Couldn't he get a hardon.

The cry rushed into her throat, escaped her set lips and she could restrain herself no longer. She vented her frustration in a loud dissenting moan. Then she screamed.

"FUCK ME, GOD DAMN IT, OR LEAVE ME ALONE!"

Lampson instantly stopped what he was doing.

Donna raised herself on one elbow and peered into his face. "Fuck my cunt, please, Tony. I'm burning up!"

His gaze searched her face, noting the pained eyes, the flushed face. "Okay, honey," he told her with a smile. "We'll fuck."

Then he was climbing over her, spreading her legs, moving into the vee between them. He settled down on his knees, lifted his stiff rod and aimed it into her puffy cunt.

"It's like this, or nothing," he told her grimly. "No ass fucking for me."

She could see his face above her, grinning lewdly and by shifting her eyes, could follow the movement of his huge prick as he speared it into her. It was like a gigantic roll of flesh, tipped by a round red knob, like a door knob on the end of a fleshy spear. It was aimed at the opening of her vagina and would soon be slithering into the spongy flesh of her hot slippery cunt. "Oh God, hurry! she moaned. "Fuck me hard!"

He gave her a happy grin and pushed gently into her flesh. "It's coming, honey," he whispered.

He arched over her, settling his weight on his legs, holding his torso up by his left arm while he guided his elongated prick into the lips of her cunt. It was nosing through, forcing the lips back, making the opening large enough to accommodate it. It was in her vagina and all the weight of his body was forcing it into the very depths of her belly. She was being fucked and that roll snapping in and out of her cunt, bringing her to a sweat that was making her wet all over. Now she knew that this was what she had always wanted, to be violated by a man; to be swept up and carried off on the wind of love, to be raped by the sweetest cock in the world. She had wanted it shoved up her cunt until she could feel the knob in the back of her throat. This was what it meant to be fucked. She had been turned into a woman at last.

She writhed on the spread, wiggled her ass on the coarse fabric, holding her legs high, raising her cunt to a higher level so Tony could pound his cock down into it. She could even feel his balls slapping against the cheeks of her ass.

The bed was rocking on the uneven concrete floor as if keeping time to Lampoon's pumping. He jerked his ass up and down, supporting his body on his arms and legs, hammering his cock into her wet sucking cunt. She was forcing her body upward to meet his force, abounding in his pleasure of fucking her. It was so marvelous.

She could hear the little sucking sounds that popped from her cunt as his cock ripped into it. Lampson was increasing his rhythm, pumping faster, lengthening his strokes, almost withdrawing the shaft from her sopping vagina. She felt as she would surely explode as he pumped harder and harder into her fuck hole.

She was moaning louder, not realizing that she was letting herself be heard.

"My cunt is all yours, Tony... It's soooo goood... Fuck me hard, Lover... Give me more... Oh God... Ohhhhhh... Auuuuggggg!"

She was crying now because of the sheer pleasure of his fucking and she didn't care who heard. She was a woman now and her cunt would never have to hurt again because she would always be able to find a MAN to fuck her and make it stop.

She closed her eyes and inwardly screamed with the beautiful torture that was being inflicted on her. Dear God! If his cock didn't fill her with cum pretty soon, she would go mad. His pumping was making her pussy hurt and her battered lips were sucking on it like some insatiable mouth. It had to happen soon or she would simply die. The rim of her asshole was beginning to hurt.

"Fuck me, Tony! Jab that cock all the way to my mouth! My cunt's on fire... fuck it hard... fuck it hard... Oh God... Oh God... ooooohhhhhhh!"

He was panting rapidly, his breathing coming in short uneven jerks. His face was red and the gray hair was flipping back and forth across his face. Donna tried to look up at him but her vision was obscured by a mist that had come down from her forehead. She realized she was perspiring heavily and the spread, beneath her was wet from the moisture of their bodies. There was a strong odor of sweat mixed with the musky odor of cunt. It tingled in her nose and added to her passion.

She felt Lampson's cock jerk, that last spasmatic lurch, which came just before the explosion. She heard him grunt as his cock stabbed into the end of her cunt, then felt the warm flow of cock juice flooding her vagina. Lampson relaxed, made one last desperate plunge of his cock into her tortured cunt, then slumped fait on her wet body.

"Donna, honey," he whispered into her ear. "You are one hell of a fuck!"