Chapter 3
"Trina!"
Donna stared at her cousin open-mouthed, dropping her books to the floor. The blonde stood at the doorway of their bedroom, her wet hair hanging over her face, her skirt and blouse badly wrinkled and torn. She held onto the molding, swaying back and forth.
"Sh! Don't let Mama hear you," the girl said, putting a finger to her mouth.
"But...then come in here," Donna said, rushing to the girl and closing the door behind her.
Trina staggered to her small bed, collapsing belly first and moaning loudly. She was hurt, badly. What was worse was that terrible itchy ache still throbbing in her pussy. Why hadn't they fucked her? Oh, she could still feel Jack's spongy, bulbous cockhead as it started reaming out the mouth of her cunt! How good it felt spreading back her cunt lips, touching her slick pussy folds and hollows! She could just barely feel his balls brushing over her inner thighs when he pulled back, leaving her alone, sprawled out there on the shower room floor.
What had happened next was unreal. The boys left, slipping on the wet floor, tugging up their pants, leaving her to her own devices. Someone had indeed come down the stairs. It was the janitor. Trina had enough sense to gather her clothes and stumble out of the shower room, hiding behind a row of lockers while the old man padded around for several minutes. Thank God, he was half senile and didn't realize people had been there recently. She crouched naked and dripping in the aisle, shivering, waiting for the old man to disappear.
When he finally left, Trina found some towels and dried off, slipping her clothes on rapidly and leaving through the same door she and Jack had sneaked in. Thank God it was dark and few people were on the street. Threading her way through service alleys, she made her way home, slipping through the kitchen and avoiding the living room, where her mother was watching tv Now she was draped over her bed, reliving what had happened and wishing never to see Jack and his crowd again, and wondering when they could all get together.
"What happened, Trina?"
Donna didn't particularly like her cousin. Whenever her Aunt Alice persecuted her, Trina remained aloof, never joining in, yet never rushing to her defense. She thought the girl resented her being there for trying to take over the house after her mother and father had been killed. Still, Trina looked as if she'd been savagely attacked. Surely she could put aside personal feelings and try to help.
"Oh, it was...was awful!" the girl moaned into her hands, rolling onto her back and covering her face.
"Were you...raped?" she whispered, her flesh crawling with fear and revulsion.
"Yes...almost," Trina answered, wondering if that little bit of cockhead insertion could be called fucking. She guessed it could. She felt it touching her clit, brushing over the sensitive wet membrane separating her outer from her inner cunt lips. Certainly she'd been assaulted.
"Did they...fuck you?"
Donna felt her throat tighten, her mouth grow dry.
"Yes," Trina wailed, dropping her hands and staring blankly up at her cousin.
Donna saw the bruises and finger marks, saw the way Trina's blouse was torn. Yes, she'd been beaten, then raped. Oh, how would her Aunt Alice react to such a disgrace?
"We'd better tell your mother," Donna said, starting to get up from the bed and feeling a little giddy. How could she tell her aunt something like this without a little smile of delight?
"No, NO!"
Trina pulled herself up from the bed, feeling all her muscles aching. She ran up to the half-opened door and slammed it shut.
"Is that you, dear?" Alice called from below. Trina shivered, knowing the hysterics that would follow the revelation of her "rape."
"Yes, Mother. I didn't want to bother you. I'm upstairs doing some studying. I'll come down later," she called out.
"That's a good girl."
Both girls sighed with relief. Trina crisscrossed her arms and pulled off her blouse. Donna watched, seeing more marks around her tits. Oh, it looked as if someone had been pinching her savagely, maybe even biting her! The thought that a man had done that made her cunt pucker up with heat. She felt her clit rising, quivering like a tightly drawn bow. Yes, it was terrible this had happened to her cousin Trina. And yet she couldn't help but envy her a little.
"Did...did you...? "
Donna wanted to ask her if she enjoyed it. But she couldn't bring herself to say the words. It was a terrible thing to ask. Yet she had to know.
"You want to know if I enjoyed it, right?" Trina asked, pulling down her skirt and throwing it to one corner. She stood in front of the full-length mirror, making a half turn, examining her attractive, full-titted body. Her eyes narrowed with mischief.
"Yes," she answered in a tight whisper, feeling her body quivering with delight. She didn't care if her dopey cousin knew it or not. Her mother would never believe Donna, even if she had the courage to run downstairs now and tell her. "Yes, I enjoyed it. I loved it when they tore my clothes off, when they beat me, when they...when they fucked me!"
The words came out in a surprising torrent. Donna stood there shocked, feeling the room rocking from side to side. Trina was wild, but she never thought the girl was as cock-happy as she apparently was.
"Do you want to try it? It's great, Donna, really it is. You haven't lived until you have a man squirming on top of you, pinning you down, slipping his prick between your legs."
Donna covered her ears with both hands, turning and gasping for breath. The words were making her hot, oh so hot. She could barely stand. Staggering to the bed, she fell onto the mattress, closing her legs and rubbing them subtly together.
"You're as much of a whore as I am," Trina said, a smirk on her face. "My mother was right about you and wrong about me, I guess," she admitted, shrugging her shoulders. "I thought it was so awful when it was happening. But now, I'm not so sure. You wanna come with me the next time? I'll bet the guys would really want you."
"NO!" Donna nearly shouted that out. She bit her lip, sorry she'd nearly screamed.
"Okay. Just thought you looked interested, that's all. You can sit around and have my mother screaming at you all day. Don't think I don't hear what she calls you, how she slaps you around. I'd sneak out if I could."
Donna didn't say anything the rest of the night; she dressed for bed after studying and turned out the light. Fucking. Raped. The way Trina talked, it wasn't rape at all, at least at the end. She thought of her cousin's offer. Would she have the guts to go through with something like that? Could she possibly let a boy hold her, take her clothes off, touch her all over and then drive his cock into her? What about getting knocked up? Wasn't Trina worried about that? She thought about following Trina, then turned over, stopping up her ears as if that would stop her thoughts. No, no, she wasn't that kind of girl. She couldn't do the things Trina did, no matter how hot her cunt burned and how frequently the juice seeped from her pussy hole.
The next day Trina told her she was going to flirt with the boys who had raped her the day before. Donna thought she was crazy. She told her she was playing with fire. If those boys beat her yesterday, God only knows what they'd try today.
But Trina wasn't to be held back. Her curiosity was intense. What would Jack and the others do? Even though she was still relatively a virgin, she was growing hotter by the second as she thought of their threat-three cocks in her at the same time.
There wouldn't be a virgin pore left in her body when they got through with her.
"Where are you going?" Donna whispered over the breakfast table as her Aunt Alice left the room.
"To school first. You can follow. Then...I'm not sure. Oh, you can tell the teachers what you like. Tell them I'm sick. I can forge Mama's handwriting for a note tomorrow," she said, drinking the last of her milk, then pushing herself from the table.
"Trina!"
Donna couldn't believe this was happening. She stared at her cousin as the girl brushed back her blonde hair, picked up her books and sashayed sassily out the rear door.
"Why can't you be like your cousin?" Alice asked, stomping back into the room and gathering up the dishes. "She studies so hard, doesn't think of men the way you do," she said, her forehead wrinkling with irritation. "I hope you're not keeping another filthy diary. I'll find it if you do and..."
"No, Aunt Alice. You were right. It was wrong. I'll be better," Donna said nervously, feeling her stomach turn over as the woman eyed her suspiciously. Oh, if only she had a tape recorder! What would Aunt Alice say if she heard her daughter talking about men, about fucking, about all the things her aunt hated?
"You'd better not be lying, young lady. Now you'd better be off to school."
Donna gathered up her books, rushing out the door to catch up to her cousin. She wanted to see where Trina was going. She was going to get to the bottom of this. Behind her thoughts were other ideas. If she could give a detailed report of what happened, maybe her aunt would get off her case. If Aunt Alice only knew what her daughter was up to, Donna would have an easier time of it...or so she thought. Now, halfway to school, the girl regretted that she hadn't thought of rushing back up to her bedroom and taking the small Polaroid her mother had given her last year. Well, that could come later. Right now she wanted to see for herself what was going on.
"OH!"
She stopped in the middle of the schoolyard. Around her the other girls were chattering busily. But there was Trina at one end of the yard, leaning seductively against the fence, holding her books tightly to her tits and talking to that awful Jack Wilson.
"So you want more, eh, cunt?" Jack snarled, rubbing his bearded chin and sneering at the trembling blonde teen.
"Don't call me that word," she said, dropping her eyes and feeling her cheeks burn.
"I'll call you anything I want. Bet you couldn't stand last night, could you? Man, you wanted to get fucked real bad-real, real bad, didn't you?"
Trina bit her lip, rocking her thighs back and forth and feeling the slick, subtle rub of her cunt lips against her rising clit. Yes, oh yes, she wanted his cock. If it weren't for her friends milling some hundred feet behind her and eyeing her curiously, she would have gone done on the ground right there. She didn't want to be a virgin any longer. Trina felt the building up of strange forces, forces that were forcing her to throw away her life of innocence and embrace this man.
"Hey, who's the bitch behind you?"
Trina turned and saw Donna standing behind her, looking at the two of them uneasily.
"Oh, that's only my cousin Donna," Trina said, feeling her nervousness grow.
"She wanna join you? Hey, you, come on over here!" Jack shouted, signaling with his hands.
Donna felt horror shoot through her. She backed away, her eyes rounding.
"No, NO!"
Turning she fled into the building, hearing the mocking laughter behind her. She wouldn't be like Trina. She wouldn't be the family whore, no matter how soft and fuzzy and mushy her cunt felt under that big man's steady gaze. She wouldn't spread her thighs for any man, especially someone that foul and dirty. Maybe that was Trina's style, but it wasn't hers.
Still, all through the day she thought of nothing else except that man and what he and her silly cousin were doing. As she sat in study hall, quietly tapping her pencil against her books, the brunette thought of Trina wriggling on a bed, her legs thrown high in the air, her naked tits jiggling and bouncing while that horrible man sank his hard, thick cock into her pussy. Oh, it was enough to nearly make her cum right there in her desk!
"Oh!"
Donna looked around furtively, wondering if anyone heard her. It was so hot and wet between her legs. She wanted to slip a hand between them and take care of that building tension. But no, no, she couldn't do that and risk being seen. Instead, all day she moved like a zombie through her classes, making excuses for her cousin, wondering what was going on and wishing, in a way, she were there enjoying it as much as Trina was.
At three-thirty she left school, walking briskly through the yard. Her eyes were on the ground, but her mind was still drifting way, wondering what was happening with Trina.
Halfway home, turning into a service alley as a short cut, the girl realized she was being followed. Donna looked behind her, feeling her breath catch. No, there was no one in sight, or so she thought. She could see no one. But something deep inside her was telling her she was being trailed.
Holding her books tightly to her tits, she turned and began running, her shoes hitting the pavement quickly while her long black hair blew out behind her. Never before had she been so anxious to get home and see her frowning aunt. Her nostrils flared, her heart beat faster and faster as she neared the end of the service alley. Suddenly a dark blue Mustang screeched to a halt in front of her, having turned into the alley from the side street before her.
"Oh, OH!"
It wasn't Jack. But from the way they looked and were dressed, she knew they'd been sent by him.
"Come on, sweet tits. Come on. We're gonna go for a ride," Ron said, stretching out one hand while his buddy moved up behind her.
"HELP!"
No one came as the men bundled her off quickly, holding the struggling girl tightly, stuffing her into the rear of the car, then rushing off before anyone who might have heard the girl's screams could come out and investigate.
"Your cousin says you're a hot little fuck. That true?" Brad asked, peering up into the rear-view mirror at the girl. Ron was next to her, holding down her arms, laughing softly as she whimpered and struggled.
"No, that's not true. She's lying," Donna cried out, her eyes filling with tears. Oh, how she hated her cousin Trina. That girl had gotten her into this.
"Trina says you probably wanted to find out about what was goin' on. Well, bitch, you're gonna get it now," Ron said.
As the car moved along the narrow streets, Donna felt her heart pounding wildly. Her eyes raced to Ron's crotch just as he was fumbling with the zipper of his Levi's. She saw the thick, purple cockhead fly out, followed by the long, thickly veined cockshaft. When his prick was completely exposed, Ron grabbed it with one hand and gave it a squeeze. He reached toward Donna.
"NO!"
She'd never seen a man's prick in real life. It was so huge, so big! It was nothing like those pictures in her sex education books. "OH!"
She could feel the slippery coating of cock juice on his palm as his hand closed over hers. She begged him to leave her alone as she struggled against his grip. It was impossible for her to break away. Slowly he pulled her hand toward the throbbing head of his big cock, watching her reaction, tightening his fingers around her wrist until the brunette thought he was going to break it.
"Don't, don't...please, please..."
She whimpered like a kicked kitten as she felt her pussy growing hotter and wetter. Her tits were driving her crazy. She felt the nipples scratching against her bra. The ache in her tit tips increased as he forced her hand closer and closer.
"Feel my cock. Come on, rub it up. Make it feel real good."
"No, NO!"
Donna jerked back, twisting her arm, still trying to break away. The pain in her arm was getting worse.
"Shit, go on, suck my prick. Come on, baby, I wanna get off before we get there," Ron said in a thick voice.
With that, Donna felt herself sliding across the seat until she was forced to the floor, wedged between his knees. Ron's hands pulled her forward, his fingers tightening around her wrists, pulling her up to his cockhead. Donna smelled the hair and sweat of his crotch. Oh God, this was her first time doing something like this-her very first time! And it was going to be in the back seat of a Ford! Fucked and ruined in the back seat of a Ford!