The Hot Pants Cheerleaders
by Charles Carson


FOREWORD 

Donna and Kay are two innocent young cheerleaders taking their first road 
trip with the basketball team. 

They are both anxious to please the team, the coach and the fans. Their 
determination is greatly strained as the young girls undergo an initiation 
into womanhood during the course of their trip. 

The virile and experienced coach of the team is the first to try the girls 
out, and he is more than pleased with their lustful enthusiasm. 

The boys on the team are excited and nervous from the strain of their 
competition. One after another, they seek out the services of the voluptuous 
young cheerleaders who are pleased and willing to help their young friends 
out. 

But the innocent love making eventually erupt: into an orgy of unbridled 
passion. 

Even Donna and Kay are overwhelmed by the wild gang-bang that ensues. 

The girls return from their first trip fully initiated into the rites of 
love. The story of that initiation, presented in explicit detail by the 
author, will shock and titillate even the most liberal reader! 


CHAPTER ONE 

Donna stood on the corner, a chilly wind whipping her little skirt around 
her thighs. She enjoyed the caresses of the wind -- the cold did not concern 
her-as it blew between her lithe limbs, her supple but strong cheerleader's 
legs. A nice feeling, but not a sensation to compete with the pleasurable 
warmth she was going to feel later at the rally, when she would be yelling 
and jumping and smiling with the rest of the squad. And the entire student 
body, especially the basketball team and the coaches, would be watching her 
jumps and splits. 

"Hey, Cheerleader, where you going?" a raucous voice sounded. It was her 
best friend, Kay, who had beaten her out for Head Cheerleader. Donna would 
always love Kay, but she felt that her resentment over Kay's famous 
cartwheels (she was sure that Kay had made Head Cheerleader on the basis of 
her energetic cartwheels) might never subside. "Same place you are! Hurry 
up, it's cold!" Kay grinned and deliberately slowed her pace. "You're a 
softie. I think that this cold wind is stimulating." 

The wind was blowing Kay's skirt between her thighs, too. Donna had to 
laugh. Both she and Kay were fond of wearing their uniforms, enjoyed the 
stares they got while wearing them, and tried to think up as many excuses to 
wear them as possible. There were too few "game days." 

The cheerleaders were excused from afternoon classes, largely due to the 
conniving of Donna and Kay, so they could prepare for the Pep Rally. But the 
best part of the rally would be the "send-off'-when the team piled onto the 
chartered bus to head for the tournament and Donna, Kay and the other 
cheerleaders followed them on and started their journey of several hundred 
miles. 

"We'd better win," Donna said. "I want to spend a week away from school!" 

The team hadn't lost in two years. One loss in the tourney and the team and 
the girls would be shipped back to school and an exciting-or what was hoped 
would prove exciting-time would be over in favor of classes and homework. 

"Two bits, four bits, six bits a dollar!" the girls cried in unison during 
practice. 

"I hate that cheer," one of their fellow cheerleaders complained. "Every 
podunk school in the country has used that 'one to death." 

"Don't worry," Donna smiled. "Nobody cares what you say. It's how you move!" 

Later on, at the rally, Donna felt glorious. She was jumping, cheering, 
splitting, right in front of the team. And especially right in front of the 
coach, the only good looking man on the faculty, who was always particularly 
appreciative of Donna's efforts. She turned her pretty smile on Coach 
Brannan almost as much as she let it shine on her boyfriend, Roger. Every 
time she jumped in the air and split her legs sideways, she felt a surge of 
warm energy from the gaze of all those male eyes. Cheerleading really was a 
turn-on! She was happy she had discovered its joys, through friend Kay, 
early on in her schooling. 

The band was playing the pep song as the cheerleaders swept out of the gym 
and into the courtyard, leading a jubilant basketball team to the team bus. 
They were lined up in front of the vehicle, shaking their pom-poms and 
chattering among themselves through the din. 

"Wow," Donna shouted, "Did you see the way Coach Brannan was staring?" , "I 
think he was leering," Kay laughed. "And do you know why?" 

"That's the way he always looks at me," Donna responded. "One of these days 
I wish he'd... " 

"At you? He wasn't looking at you. He was staring at my crotch. I made sure 
he would." 

"Kay! What are you talking about?" 

Donna had considered the audacious stares of the Coach to be looks that were 
meant for her only. She was not about to share him with Kay. 

"Know what I did?" Kay questioned. I bought new panties-a size too small. 
They ride up in my slit when I'm cheering. Know what I mean?" 

Donna knew exactly what Kay meant. In fact, the small panties routine was 
one she had been thinking about for quite a few weeks. Horny Kay always beat 
her to everything! But Kay was right-Donna was a softie by comparison. Kay 
always dared to act on impulse. 

"What about your trunks?" Donna asked. 

"Didn't wear 'em. Panties are the same color. Who'll notice the difference." 

"Anybody who looks," Donna shot back. "The whole team and nearly every boy 
in school!" 

"That's the idea," Kay smiled back. 

Donna felt angry at Kay. Not because she was outraged at her friend's 
behavior but because she was somewhat jealous. Kay always dared to do what 
Donna dreamed of doing. Last year, during football season, Kay had gone to 
bed with a guy for the first time. And he was the guy that Donna had really 
wanted to make love to her. Always coming in second, she thought. But she 
resolved at that moment to catch up with Kay-maybe even outdo her-during the 
Tourney trip! 

They did one last, wild cheer and then, with the student body and the 
teachers all yelling their heads off, the team bounded onto the bus and 
settled down for the trip. Donna and the girls followed, throwing the 
pom-poms in the luggage racks and wilting into their seats in front, near 
the driver and away, as one of the spinster English teachers who advised the 
cheering squad explained, from the boys. Donna rubbed her thighs together 
with excitement and anticipation, thrilled to be leaving school for what she 
hoped would be an adventure-and possibly a big change in her lifestyle. 

Donna sat across the aisle from Kay, near enough for intimate conversation, 
but conveniently on the aisle in case they felt like jumping up for an 
impromptu cheer while traveling. These little pep demonstrations in the 
aisles of buses had been Donna's idea and she enjoyed them mightily. Just 
before the doors of the bus closed, the last passenger boarded and settled 
into the empty window seat next to Donna. It was Coach Brannan and he smiled 
happily at her. 

"Feeling good?" he queried. 

Donna simpered, "Oh, yes. I always feel fine when I'm with the team." 

"Good girl!" he beamed. "Just the kind of girl we need to have along." 

The coach loosened his tie and unbuttoned his jacket. He leaned back in his 
seat and sighed. "So, Donna, what are your plans? What are you going to do 
in your spare time-when you're not cheerleading?" 

"Probably just hang around the hotel with the girls. We'll practice some, I 
suppose. Maybe go sight-seeing." 

"Where we're going? No chance. It's too bad you're not a little bit older. 
I'd be able to show you around to a few nightclubs, maybe. But if word about 
that got around, we'd be in hot water. No matter how innocent the whole 
thing might be." The coach chuckled. "What would you like to do, Donna?" 

Donna looked swiftly into his eyes, then glanced shyly away. After nearly 
two years of brazenly lustful, or so she thought, yearning for this man, she 
suddenly felt flustered. She was not completely sure she'd be able to keep 
up her end of the conversation. 

The coach saved her. "Of course, I'll be busy practicing with the boys a 
good deal of the time, but you never can tell when I might have a little 
time to spare for you ladies." 

"That'd be nice," Donna responded. "The five of us are a lot more fun than 
most of the fellows. At least... I think you would find us so." 

Mr. Brannan smiled warmly. "Bet you're right," he said. He reddened a, 
little, Donna thought, and she decided she had flustered him. Then he put 
his hand on her hand for a few seconds. Donna was surprised at this easy 
success. At least she hoped it was a success... 

"Well, think I'll take a short nap," the coach told her. "Check you later!" 

You'd better, Donna thought. 

The bus trundled down the road, one slab of concrete after another on the 
old highway greeting their view. 

There were no trees on the plain that the road traveled, so looking out the 
windows was a bore. The girls did a few cheers to relieve the monotony-and 
the tension of the players who were keyed up to win-and Coach Brannan slept 
through it all. Finally it got dark. Somebody passed out sandwiches and milk 
for supper. A few of the boys kept their reading lights on and their heads 
buried in magazines. Gradually, these lights were flicked off one by one 
until there was total darkness on the long vehicle. 

Donna began to feel drowsy herself and let her head fall back on the seat. 
She was never certain whether she fell completely asleep. She doubted that 
she had because she had been far too excited for that. But she was lulled 
into an exhilarating lethargy by the motion of the bus traveling through the 
black night. 

Her pussy felt warm. She squirmed and opened her thighs a bit. Suddenly she 
thought Of Roger in the back of the bus. She would love to have him sitting 
up front beside her now. Roger would have put his hand into her panties and 
cupped it over her fresh little mound. He would have rubbed it gently, 
eventually letting his index finger slide into her, brushing her little 
button of a clitoris. Then he would have probed in and out repeatedly until 
she quivered and moaned and, finally, came. Donna, of course, would respond 
to Rog as always. She would stroke his organ through the fabric of his 
trousers until it became sturdy and then, slowly, she would probe underneath 
his clothes until she was able to wrap her hands around his cock. 

This was their familiar routine. They both found it lacking, they both 
wanted to do more but always they had refrained. Donna would end their 
sexual reluctance shortly, she decided. 

She shifted in her seat again, more aware of her pussy by the minute. It was 
growing hotter. It was moist. 

She wanted to thrust her hand down under her skirt and hold herself. She 
half opened her eyes. There was no reason why she could not. The inside of 
the bus was as black as the night sky outside. She slid her hand down her 
torso, making herself shiver as she did so. As she started to delve for her 
pussy, she felt another hand already there! 

She jerked up for a minute, startled at her discovery. Then she trembled 
delightedly. There was only one person that hand could belong to! She 
touched that hand with the tip of her index finger, then with all of her 
fingers, stroking the back of it. It was strong and large with long, supple 
fingers and an abundance of hair covering the skin. She allowed her hand to 
rest upon Coach Brannan's just as he had rested his hand upon hers earlier. 
But, unlike the coach, she was able to allow her hand to remain. 

The athletic body of the man sitting beside her shifted. She could feel the 
coach's weight as he leaned close to her. His hand was inside her panties 
and was excitedly exploring her little cunt. She removed her own hand and 
placed it in his lap. She felt for his member. It was huge! He was already 
hard! 

Donna ran her fingers over the immense bulge. Mr. Brannan sighed and drove a 
finger deep inside her, making her tingle all over, making her light- headed 
and delirious. 

The coach maneuvered his zipper with his free hand. Donna followed his 
invitation to find that he was not, after all, erect His cock had felt so 
big and hard but it hadn't been hard at all! She nearly gasped aloud in the 
expectation of its dimensions after she had massaged it into an erection. 
She set about her task. 

The coach whispered into her ear. "I think I've found something for you to 
do in your spare time." 

He drew his finger out of her, pulling it almost completely out, then 
plunged it back in. He did this repeatedly, making her hotter and hotter, 
while she fondled his cock, making it throb and grow magnificently longer 
and harder. Donna was barely able to contain herself. She wanted to moan 
aloud, thrilled by the touch of this man over whom she had fantasized. She 
wanted to writhe as he thrust his fingers into her pussy which was sopping 
wet and dripping with moisture under his hands, which, by now, were 
practically wet and sopping. 

She opened her eyes briefly, wanting to get a look at the stout prick she 
was massaging, but all was dark. 

But just as well -if she was unable to see, then no curious eyes would be 
able to invade their privacy and find out what they were doing. 

"Oh, your breasts! Please," her phantom lover whispered hoarsely into her 
ear, "I want your beautiful breasts... " 

And he had them, one at a time. He fondled her nipples into erection and 
made her whole upper body feel as if it were on fire. 

"I want to suck them. Let me suck your tits, let me suck on them. 
Beautiful." 

Donna's clothing interfered and she was afraid to take anything off. "Later 
on," she whispered. She meant it. 

His cock was standing erect, the thick shaft pointing skyward, the head-what 
Donna could not see but could only imagine-red and swollen and ready to 
shoot at any moment. Donna gripped the tool tightly in her slender hand. She 
forced the pipe through the small aperture made by her hand, massaging the 
length of it, eager for the man to come. Then it began. 

She felt as if she were beginning to tremble deep inside herself. She felt 
like something that had been trapped in her groin was ready to burst out. 
The feeling spread from the groin, through her hips and thighs, like 
something trying to find release. She swiveled her hips, moving them in a 
circle, grinding down hard on the coach's hand, while she wished that she 
could take his whole hand up her. Then she came. 

She pitched forward, then quaked sideways, lurching in her seat ecstatically 
and violently, because she was unable to voice her passion. She continued to 
ride the man's hand, even after her orgasm, happy with the feeling of this 
intrusion into her privates. Then he stiffened. She thought she heard him 
suppress a moan and she knew that he was going to follow her with his own 
orgasm. 

He put his mouth to her ear once again. "Take it Take it from me. Please, 
you must." 

She had never done this before. Roger had never asked her to put her mouth 
to his cock. In fact, she had not really thought much before about this 
possibility, which she now found intriguing. And irresistible! She opened 
her eyes a bit. Still dark. She ran her, nearly-closed hand up and down his 
rod several times more, then she squeezed the heavy head mightily, then she 
lowered her mouth hungrily to the swollen cock. 

She took the head into her mouth gingerly. She ran her tongue around the tip 
as if she were searching out something or trying to ascertain the lay of the 
land. Then she gulped more of it into her mouth and let it slide out again 
slowly. But the coach was not able to wait. He began grinding his pelvis, 
sending his cock deep into her mouth, to the back of her throat and out 
again. Then, with one last lurch forward in his seat, his body shook with 
the convulsion of a great orgasm. 

Hot come poured into Donna's mouth. For a moment she was astonished, then 
she was grateful. She had taken his load with the expectation that it might 
taste unpleasant. But, far from being vile, the thick syrup tasted good. The 
coach drew his member out of Donna's mouth. She swallowed his come 
contentedly. The coach caressed her tenderly before they rearranged their 
clothing and drifted off to sleep. 

When she awoke, she saw the lights of a large city shining in the tinted bus 
windows. Some of the reading lights had been switched back on and there was 
a dim glow surrounding them. The coach roused and looked down at her. He 
winked and smiled. 

"Let's do a cheer before we get to the hotel," a sleepy voice from the other 
side of the aisle suggested. 

Donna followed Kay and the other girls in a final cheer which, if it did not 
build more spirit toward their goal of statewide triumph on the basketball 
court, at least awakened the players. 

Kay hissed in Donna's ear: "Look! They're all hard!" 

"Yeah, so I see." 

She thought to herself. It might turn out to be a better trip than she had 
expected. 

It took over half an hour for a sleepy night clerk to register and assign 
rooms to the youthful group. When they were settled in for the night, 
sitting around in their panties and bras and gossiping, Kay asked Donna, 
"Okay, tell me what was going on over on your side of the aisle tonight." 

"What do you mean?" 

"Come on, Donna, I couldn't see anything and I tried my damnedest to listen 
and all I heard was the two of you rustling around in your seats and a lot 
of heavy breathing. Lucky ?ox you that I wore my new, too-small panties and 
got the coach all hot, wasn't it?" 

Donna giggled. She should have known that she couldn't fool Kay. "I suppose 
you did the same thing with him last year on the trip, huh? 

You always do everything before I have a chance." 

"No. I wish that I had. But what's it like?" 

"It's nice, I guess. No, it was dynamite! He's really got a great left 
hand." 

"I meant his cock. What's his cock like?" 

"Big. I mean, really big." 

They both started to giggle. Kay even blushed, and blushing was, for her, a 
rare occurrence. Donna recounted the entire episode, detail for erotic 
detail and, after two hours of sexual discussion that left them both highly 
aroused, they turned off the light and said good night. But, alone in the 
middle of her double bed, Donna was still highly stimulated. She began to 
fondle herself, one hand caressing her pert, upright breasts and the other 
one petting the delicious little mound between her legs. She decided that 
she would be unable to sleep unless she came one more time, so she threw off 
her covers and spread her legs while she massaged her pussy and reveled in 
the wonderfulness of her own young body. While she worked herself toward 
orgasm, she fantasized the pleasures that she intended upon making her own 
in the next week. 

Kay, still awake, watched from the other bed. She had always been envious of 
Donna's body. It was a superlative body, almost pure white with only the 
faintest touch of pink to show that the girl was healthy. The breasts were 
perfect little hills of solid-soft flesh, peaked with perfectly pointed red 
nipples which looked as if they were always in a state of exquisite 
excitement. And the hair on Donna's pussy was as soft and blonde as the hair 
of her head. And the legs were tender and supple, having an outward 
appearance which masked their extreme muscularity. Kay had to admit it. 
Physically, and probably, Kay admitted, sexually, Donna was her superior. In 
fact, if it had not been for her popular cartwheels which she calculated to 
attract stares to the region of her pussy, Kay would probably have been 
beaten out by Donna for head cheerleader. 

After Donna came and drew the covers back over herself, Kay closed her eyes 
and joined her friend in a night's sleep. It was a sleep which, for both of 
them, was marked by dreams of erotica... 

Early in the morning, the telephone rang. Neither girl budged toward it. It 
rang repeatedly until Kay said, "I'm not gonna answer it. I wanna stay 
asleep." 

Donna picked it up. "Hey, there, time to get up and join the team in the 
coffee shop for some breakfast," the coach intoned. "Cheering squad is 
cordially invited to sit at the coach's table." 

Donna jumped out of bed and tore into the bathroom yelling the message at 
Kay, who pretended to snore. 

She put her hair up on her head and turned on a hot shower and stepped in. 
She let the hot water run in flooding rivulets down her nubile body. She 
looked down as big drops fell off her tits and onto her stomach. 

They ran down into the matted hair of her cunt and then down her legs. She 
sudsed herself, rubbing her titties again until they became quite hard, then 
paying attention to her little box . freshening it for the encounters of a 
new day in a new town. The girls had nothing to do today but the team would 
have to practice for several hours. She wondered what she would find to 
occupy herself until the boys and their leader came home. _ She stepped out 
of the shower and into Kay's gaze. "Playing with yourself in the shower 
again, I'll bet," she cracked. "You're insatiable. We're just gonna have to 
persuade the team to gang-bang you. Then maybe you'll settle down a little." 

Donna rubbed the plush hotel towel over her smooth skin and into the 
crevices of her frame, drawing out all the moisture, patting herself dry 
and, all the while, looking at her own reflection in the full mirror the 
hotel management had thoughtfully provided. Kay stripped off her night gear 
and jumped into the shower. "Listen, speaking of gang-bangs," she said, 
"have you ever thought of having any kind of-oh, uh,- group sex .maybe?" 

"No." 

"I've thought about it. And it sounds exciting to me. And I think I might 
like to try it before I go to college. I mean, it's important to be 
well-rounded when you start your college career," she chortled. 

Donna turned toward her buddy. "There are some things I'm still too modest 
to do," she replied. 

Kay was coming out from under the shower and Donna appraised her quickly. 
Kay really was good looking. 

Donna wondered if she measured up. Were her thighs and breasts as attractive 
as Kay's? If there were a contest and the two of them were competing in the 
nude, Donna pondered which of them would be the winner. 

"You're not modest," Kay said, continuing the discussion. "You're a drag 
sometimes, but you're not modest. 

Modesty never sucked cock on the team bus on the way to the state tourney." 

Breakfast was fun. The Central High team, various assistant coaches, the 
five cheerleaders and, of course, Donna's lover Of the past evening, Coach 
Brannan, had piled into and practically taken over the little coffee shop 
off the hotel lobby and the noise was driving the waitresses into a frenzy. 
(So were the not-so-subtle sexual interferences of some of the boys.) The 
coach sat at a large round table with Mr. McCurdy one of his assistants left 
and Donna on his right. With the arrival of the pancakes, Mr. Brannan slid 
his right leg over to consort with Donna's left one. At first she was afraid 
someone might see, but soon realized that the only person who would be the 
least bit suspicious would be Kay. Soon Donna noticed warmth from her face 
down to her groin. She felt the familiar flush on her skin and she knew that 
she would cream. Last night she had not been satisfied very much because Mr. 
Brannan as was then available to her. But now, with him sitting beside her 
once more, so close that she could swear she was able to feel the throbbing 
of his virile pulse, she wanted much more than had been allowed to her 
before. 

At the end of the morning meal, the coach stood up and shouted at his 
players, "Okay, hustle on out of here. 

Don't dodge your checks or stiff the waitresses. Get your coats and be on 
the bus in ten minutes. Any man who is not on that bus will be left behind 
and will sit on the bench for the entire tournament. And don't think I'm 
joking. Any breach of team discipline, even if you're one of our key men, 
means you can't play. And if you don't play we could conceivably lose. Want 
that on your consciences?" The boys rose in a body and hurried to the 
cashier and then out into the lobby. In the hubbub, Coach Brannan turned to 
Donna and whispered, "Be in my room at four this afternoon. Here's the key." 
He pressed the room key into her hand and loped out of the coffee shop. 

Donna was stunned but exhilarated. She wondered how to spend the time 
between now and her afternoon appointment. She had seven hours to kill. 

"What are we going to do today?" she asked Kay. 

"We're supposed to go to the cheerleading seminar. There are going to be a 
bunch of college cheerleaders teaching us our business. There's nothing they 
can do that we don't know already," Kay frowned. 

"Kay, I think you could teach them something," Donna responded. 

"I know. Listen, what we'll do is go over and sign in and then duck out. 
Nobody will ever know the difference." 

"Nobody except Emmy, Loni and Melba," Donna said, pointing to the other 
three cheerleaders from Central High. 

"They'll never snitch," Kay smiled. "I've got something good on all of them 
and they know it!" 

"Are you a blackmailer? 'Cause if you are, you probably have a file on me 
that's a foot thick." 

"Some people are lucky. Some people I don't collect dirt on. But I have a 
hell of a good memory, toots!" 

The two friends did just what Kay had planned. They checked in, left through 
a side door and high-tailed it back to the hotel. Donna wanted to go 
shopping. 

"For what?" Kay wanted to know. 

"To kill time. Besides, I should take something back to my parents. They 
forked over all this cash for me to come here, you know." 

"Well then," Kay conceded, "Let's go but we'll keep it short, okay?" 

Donna consented and they were back at the hotel by noon. They had lunch 
brought up to the room on a lark and settled onto their beds with the 
pillows drawn up behind their backs to read the collection of magazines they 
had acquired on their sojourn-Playgirl, Viva and the like. Later, when the 
phone rang, it was Roger calling for Donna. 

"Where are you?" she asked him. 

"Still up at the gym. We're taking a break. Listen, I should be back by 
four. I'll come up to your room. Try to get rid of Kay, why don't you?" 

Donna was stymied. "Well, all right," she said slowly. "See you later." 

Roger wanted to see her at four, the same time that Mr. Brannan wanted her 
to be in his room. Despite her initial eager anticipation, she was now 
beginning to get a little frightened of the prospect of meeting the coach 
for a tryst in his hotel room. She would feel more comfortable with Roger, 
and she could still fool around some. Maybe she could even finally go to bed 
with Roger. But, frankly, she simply did not want to make the first move. 
Roger adamantly refused to take the initiative and take her to bed. That was 
a problem that she certainly would not have with Mr. Brannan. Or would she? 
Maybe Mr. Brannan really did not want to take her to bed. Maybe he just 
wanted more of what they had done on the bus. 

She decided that she could always have Roger. Roger, if nothing else, was 
steady. He was always there. 

He might lack passion-no, he obviously did not lack passion. But for some 
strange reason he held back. He probably "respected" her. 

"If he had any respect for you," Kay had once belligerently stated, he'd try 
to make you happier. And happier means screwing, right?" Well, certainly to 
Kay happiness equated with screwing. But maybe she was right, After all, Kay 
had done it and Donna had not Donna decided on Mr. Brannan. She might never 
have the opportunity with him when they got back home. The only thing that 
tended to make her have second thoughts was her fear that it might hurt Kay 
said that the pain concept was a myth concocted by mothers and nuns to keep' 
a girl from doing what her body told her to do. (Sometimes Kay sounded 
suspiciously like an advice column from Viva magazine.) Donna decided that 
the pain could not be that intense, nor could it be that long-lasting. Her 
decision was made. The only thing she had to worry about was the story she 
would have to fabricate for Roger. She wondered how Roger would feel if he 
were to find out that she had gone to bed with his coach, the man he 
idolized so and who had, according to Roger, made him the star basketball 
player of Central. But it made no difference. Roger would not have to know. 

Donna had left the room while Kay was locked in the bathroom working on a 
tiny pimple, trying to remove it from her hairline, beneath her bangs. She 
stated that she did not care if it was invisible to most people, she knew it 
was there and zits were a turn-off to everybody. Donna yelled through the 
door: "Listen, I just thought of something else I want to buy. I'll be back 
a little later." 

She scooted out the door and lammed it down to the third floor and fitted 
the key into Mr. Brannan's door. 

She looked around. The maid had been in and attempted to clean around the 
coach's belongings which he had scattered all over the place. But it looked 
as if the maid had finally given up ,and just left the disorder to sort 
itself out Donna hung her coat in the closet-she felt silly lugging her coat 
with her, but her alibi was to be that she had been shopping. She sat down 
on one of the beds to await Mr. Brannan. 

He arrived early. He knocked on the door and Donna admitted him with a 
familiar smile. He grinned down at her. Mr. Brannan claimed to be over six 
feet, four inches tall and she did not doubt this in the least. He closed 
the door after himself. He threw off his coat and scarf and grabbed her tiny 
waist with his great hands. She responded with a self-conscious giggle and 
Mr. Brannan switched off the lights. 

"Well, did you have sweet dreams of me last night?" he asked. 

"Sure, of course," Donna answered cockily. But, in fact, she had had dreams 
about him that had been more than merely "sweet." All night she awoke from a 
series of dreams about him. And all day she had been imagining how his cock 
must look. She had an excellent memory of how it felt rock hard and sleek 
and throbbing. And she had imagined also that the coach was thrusting his 
robust maleness into her with almost a viciousness, certainly with an 
earnestness, the thought of which made her tremble with delight. And now 
would he give her what she had been night- and day-dreaming about? She 
looked at the man expectantly. 

He picked her up by the waist and brought her head even with his own. He 
simply stared at her for a few moments, no expression discernible on his 
face. Donna felt petrified. Suddenly she was scared to death and she wanted 
to be put down so she could run away. He picked up on her fright. 

"No need to be scared. You've never done this before?" he questioned. 

She shook her head in a negative response. 

"Don't worry," he told her with a faint insouciance, "It doesn't hurt No 
matter what you've heard." 

Then he placed his lips on hers and kissed her. She opened her mouth to 
admit his tongue and became pliant in his arms as he still held her 
suspended in the air. She pushed her tongue past his lips and let it graze 
over his teeth and gums, then their tongues found each other. The coach 
carried her to the bed and laid her down gently. He reached his long arms 
down and began caressing her breasts. Her nipples, which had been hard ever 
since the man had walked into the room, now began to tingle even more. They 
were so taut that they began to really ache, to hurt. 

She winced as he grabbed the nipples through her blouse. He smiled at her. 

"Do they hurt?" She nodded affirmatively and so he released his grip. He 
slowly unbuttoned her blouse with one hand, while with the other he gently 
caressed her pretty young face. "No bra? Good girl!" 

He laid down beside her and bent his head over her breasts. "Ahh, nice 
little titties," he murmured. "Pretty, young, tender little titties. I love 
them... " 

He had put his mouth to one breast and was running his tongue around the 
deep rose-colored nipple, going in endless circles while Donna closed her 
eyes and reveled in the sensation-a sensation not unknown to her but which 
was never before this pleasurable. He tickled the very tip of the nipple 
with his tongue, then he devoured her tit with his mouth. He sucked as much 
of the firm teenage breast in his mouth as he could manage. He murmured as 
he sucked, letting his fingers follow the line of her body, feeling her 
waist and thighs, her calves, her tiny feet. Then he began to loosen her 
clothing. 

He was doing this so expertly, so smoothly, Donna thought. She had been 
ecstatic when Roger had done this to her and she still had a deep fondness 
for her boyfriend, but the coach was, quite simply, a better lover than 
Roger. She suspected that Roger would probably someday be just as fine. 
Coach Brannan, however, benefited from a few years of experience, she 
speculated. While he continued to undress her, still treating her breasts to 
the divine pleasure of his mouth and tongue, she hazily wondered about 
Brannan's past loves -his conquests and girlfriends. She tried to imagine a 
series of attractive women all responding to his lovemaking. The thought was 
an exciting one, and Donna found herself growing hotter by the second. She 
felt Brannan's head move away from her breasts and onto her stomach. She 
opened her eyes to look at him. 

He was softly kissing her stomach, gradually working his way down to the 
golden triangle of soft hair that guarded her expectant pussy. He kissed the 
lips of her box. He tongued the outer lips, then traced the vertical line of 
her moist slit with his tongue. He placed his hands under her buttocks and 
raised her hips off the mattress. Then he ran his tongue all around her 
pubis, onto her thighs. He kissed her warm, round little ass cheeks. 

His wet tongue aroused her in a way that nothing else ever had before. She 
began to rock up and down, then followed this slight bucking with the 
circular movement of her pelvis which she had always found so satisfying. 
She murmured with delight and, if she had looked to see his face, the 
basketball coach would have smiled delightedly-and tenderly at her. 

Slowly he probed his tongue into her eager box. She half-moaned, half- 
shouted when he did this, for it was a sensation that was new and that she 
relished immediately. The tip of his tongue brushed the tip of her budding 
clitoris, which began to swell. She made her pelvic thrusts more athletic, 
inviting more attention from her lover. He plunged his tongue completely 
inside her. His lips were on her pussy lips and he groaned and ate 
ferociously while she writhed in exquisite agony on the hotel bed. She could 
feel the tension building up deep inside, starting in the depths of her gut 
and spreading throughout her like a freshly stoked hearth fire. 

She began to twitch spasmodically, feeling as if she were contorting her 
body into almost inhuman poses. 

She trembled on the brink of orgasm, trying to hold it back. But Brannan was 
insistent. The closer she came to her prize and the more she tried to hold 
it back, the more he dogged her, thrusting the tongue in and out, around the 
entirety of the outer parts of her cunt, insisting that she come. After a 
great quake of her body, she stopped trying to control her passions and 
screamed allowed, as the first wave of orgasm swept over her. She writhed up 
and down and from one side to the other while he voraciously ate her out. 
She sighed repeatedly. She had come. She had come in a way that she had 
never experienced and one that until now had, she realized been totally 
unimaginable to her. Despite her orgasm, Brannan continued to tongue her 
pussy, not allowing her to rest and keeping her hot for him. She relaxed 
from the tension of coming, then she felt the feeling deep inside her, the 
feeling that preceded her orgasms, start to build up once again. 

Slowly, Brannan eased his oral ministrations. He once again began licking 
her outer lips, then he ran his tongue over her thighs and her lower belly. 
He sat up on the bed and caressed her and stared longingly at her pure white 
body. 

"My turn," he smiled as he rose. 

He stood before her at the foot of the bed, slowly undressing. She stared 
hungrily at his body.-The massive, hairy chest, his arms with muscles 
bulging, his surprisingly thin waist. He dropped his pants and stepped out 
of them, and was left standing in only his briefs. He had a glorious body, 
certainly the best one Donna had ever seen firsthand! She stared at his 
crotch. There was no question about whether or not his cock was hard this 
time. It was practically sticking straight out at her, threatening, it 
seemed, to be nearly bursting through the thin fabric of his undershorts. 
She raised herself up to her knees and leaned toward him. She placed her 
tiny hands on his waist. She allowed her hands to roam over his abdomen, up 
to his chest and to caress his back. She felt all of his body. She grew more 
and more excited as she stroked his muscles, probing around on him 
inquisitively, looking for hidden surprises which had heretofore not been 
available to her. She kissed him on his chest. She kissed each of his small, 
flat male nipples and, still kneeling at the foot of the bed all this time, 
she pressed her naked torso against his and threw her arms around him. He 
drew her closer still, into a nearly suffocating but stimulating embrace. 

She could feel the hardness of his cock as it pressed against her body, just 
below her breasts. It was hot like a branding iron and she yearned to touch 
it and taste it. She drew back from his embrace and ran her eager fingers 
over the protrusion of his giant cock. She gripped the waist band of his 
shorts and pulled them down, tugging hard to pull them away from his swollen 
prick. She jerked them down to his knees, from whence they fell to the 
floor. She was then faced with his enormous, naked cock. She was stunned by 
the sight of it. 

Donna grasped the base of Brannan's tool and squeezed it hard. Then she 
stroked it. lightly from base to tip, all the while inspecting it visually. 
She grasped it with both hands, massaging it excitedly, then she touched the 
slit with her tongue. She ran her tongue around the tip in circles, much the 
same way that Brannan had run his tongue in a never-ending series of circles 
around her breasts. Then she opened her mouth wide to admit the hardness 
into her sweet mouth. She closed her lips around it and gently eased the 
member in and out, feeling delight in the discovery of this new penis. She 
wondered if each of the penises that she was to encounter for the rest of 
her life would fill her with as much delight as this one. She hoped so. 

The coach began rocking back and forth, urging her to take more and more of 
the tool into her moist mouth. 

She was slightly cowardly at first, afraid that she might gag, but Brannan 
was gentle. He eased his long prick into her mouth gradually until Donna had 
most of it engulfed. He threw his head back and allowed the neophyte girl to 
work him over in her own unsophisticated but surprisingly adept way. 

Donna felt Brannan begin to tremble in much the same way he had the night 
before on the bus. She knew his orgasm was imminent and she pressed herself 
harder into action. Shortly, with a sextet of gushers, his come poured out 
of him and into her mouth. She continued her sucking, swallowing the semen, 
while Brannan trembled before her. Each time she drew his cock into her 
mouth or let it slip back out, he gave a short, piercing cry of pain mixed 
with ecstasy. Donna released his cock and sat back on her knees to look at 
her lover. 

They laid down on the bed together. Brannan drew Donna to him and again 
began to kiss and pet her. He held her so close that his still-inflamed rod 
was pressing hard into her belly. Her breasts were lost somewhere in the 
nearly-enjoined flesh that was the two of them locked in newly-discovered 
passion. 

Brannan rolled over and was atop her. Donna expectantly opened her thighs, 
anxious for another, even more powerful orgasm and ready for her 
deflowering, which she had suddenly begun to think was long overdue. Her 
inner thighs were aflame and, lying there with Brannan lodged between those 
thighs, it was all she could do to keep herself from grabbing his cock and 
pulling it into herself. 

"Now, please!" she cried. "Don't make me wait any longer. I want you now. 
Please!" 

Brannan was silent but responsive. He grasped the head of his cock and 
placed it so that it barely touched her outer lips. He then began to grind 
his hips so that the insertion was slow, almost maddeningly slow for young 
Donna. But it was for Donna that he did not simply thrust his hardness into 
her. She welcomed the first inch of his stiffness greedily, grinding and 
rotating her hips in an effort to coax more of his cock deeper and deeper 
into her. Gradually, Brannan allowed the full length of the enormous shaft 
to penetrate her wet little cunt. He had finally arrived deep into the 
virgin territory that last night had so enticed him and which he had thought 
about ceaselessly for the past twenty hours. 

Donna wriggled and whimpered as she felt the entire hot hardness buried deep 
inside her cunt. When Brannan began to draw it out nearly to the tip and 
then plunge back inside of her, banging pubis against pubis, she altered her 
own movements to complement his, making sure that the entire length of his 
cock would be as far into her vagina as possible. They humped and writhed 
and sweated, Brannan's mouth, with its demanding, probing tongue, pressed 
over her own, bathing her mouth with kisses and saliva. She was growing 
dizzy and the room seemed to be unbearably hot. But she was still strong. 
She continued to grind her belly into Brannan's as he ground his own into 
hers, both knowing that they were nearly home. She shuddered and he gasped 
and, amid low shouts from the both of them, they climaxed. Donna felt the 
warm flood of his come fill her insides and she realized that she had by now 
taken three of his loads into her body. 

She lay back, drained. Brannan relaxed and they lay together for a long 
while . 

Then she remembered that she was to meet Roger in her own room. She panicked 
for a moment and felt the urge to get up, dress and run back to her room to 
keep the date. 

She decided that Roger could wait. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Donna, bundled up in her winter coat, returned to her room. Kay was watching 
a children's cartoon program on the television and Roger was not in 
evidence. 

"Okay, show me all your treasures from the shopping trip," Kay wheedled. She 
looked at Donna's empty arms. "Oh, just window shopping, hunh?" 

Donna hedged. "Couldn't find anything I liked but I've seen all the stores 
on Main Street. What time is it? I'm hungry. Did Roger come up?" 

"It's shortly past five, I'm hungry too, but not for food necessarily, and 
Roger was here and left. You can call him in his room." 

Donna picked up the phone and asked for her boyfriend's room. 

"Where were you," he wanted to know, so she explained. He invited her to his 
room. 

"Can Kay come along too? She doesn't have anything to do but watch T.V. 
"No," Roger answered. I just spent an hour talking to her. Come up by 
yourself. You can talk to Kay all night and all day tomorrow." 

She loyally trooped up to Roger's room. He answered the door wearing only an 
old, faded pair of denims and invited Donna to sit with him on the bed. She 
looked at Roger admiringly. In the flurry of her assignation with the 
basketball coach, she had given her steady rather short shrift. Roger was 
handsome and well-built and, she reminded herself, was also well-hung. Mr. 
Brannan's maturity and experience were attractive -- highly attractive, she 
reminded herself, for she had gone all the way with him and found that 
complete lovemaking was truly incomparable -but there was a certain zestful 
appeal that Roger held for her. 

She flopped on the bed and then turned to Roger, who scooped her up in 
young, strong arms and kissed her forcefully upon the mouth. They settled 
down and lay facing each other, their hands brushing each other's bodies. 
Donna felt a slight itching inside, not quite a surge of passion but maybe 
just the idea of passion wanting release. But she found it hard to believe. 
She had had two orgasms within an hour and now, resting beside Roger, 
feeling his still flaccid penis pressed against her thigh, she felt as if 
she wanted to be fucked once more. 

"What'd you do all afternoon?" the boy queried. 

"I went shopping, but I ended up empty-handed. I thought I'd find something 
for the folks, but nothing really caught my fancy. And what did you do?" 

"You know what I did. I sweated! Man, that Brannan is a ballbuster. He 
worked us harder today than ever before on a game day. I was afraid we might 
not have enough energy left among us to dribble the old ball around the 
court. And to top it off, he left more than a half-hour early and let old 
McCurdy finish up the practice session. I don't know what he's got the itch 
about, but I wish he'd lay off the team just a little bit." 

Donna kidded, "I'll try and use my influence with him to take it easy on you 
poor boys." 

"What influence?" 

"Well, he did invite me to sit with him at breakfast." 

"Oh." Roger was disinterested. He drew her closer and kissed her again. 
"Wow, I feel kind of horny, but we've got the game tonight." 

Donna ran her hand down his stomach and rested it on the bulge in his jeans. 
She began to fondle his cock into an erection and Roger responded by 
reaching, as he always had, to her vulva and beginning the massaging which 
always excited her. Then he stopped. 

"Better not I wouldn't want to lose the game. I mean, I don't want to waste 
all my energy. Besides, it's almost supper time." 

Donna had unzipped his fly and had taken his cock in her hand. It grew to 
its full length and fullness immediately. Roger gingerly inserted his finger 
into her cunt, which was still warm from Mr. Brannan's sturdy love making. 

"Gotta get up and get going, " Roger yelped as he jumped from the bed, his 
stiff cock standing before him. 

"Think I'll take a shower." With that, he hastily disappeared into the 
bathroom and Donna guessed that he was standing under a jet of cold water, 
trying to allay his passion. She was incensed. Incensed and horny. She and 
Roger had been playing with each other and masturbating each other for 
nearly two years and nothing more real had yet come of it. She stood up and 
stripped. Then she stealthily opened the bathroom door and crept in. Roger 
was hidden behind the shower curtain, so he would be easy to surprise. 
Quickly, she strode over to the shower and stepped in. Roger looked at her 
in shock. Donna put one hand on his waist and with the other hand she 
grasped his cock. Roger was silent but his mouth was agape. Donna pressed 
her creamy body into his, seeking out his mouth with her own. They stood 
under the streaming water and kissed and Donna felt the warm cock in her 
hand grow and pulsate. Then she fell to her knees and took the instrument 
into her mouth. She drew it in and out, just as she had done with Brannan's, 
savoring the hugeness and the hardness of it. 

Roger was weak-weak in the knees, which is an uncomfortable sensation for a 
basketball player. He leaned back against the tile and looked down at his 
own throbbing cock, glistening as it was swallowed up in and then released 
from Donna's very eager mouth. She looked up at him. "You don't need a 
shower, do you?" she asked. You must have had one after practice, hunh?" 

Roger nodded mutely. 

"Well, come on, then. Let's go to bed." 

"But the game," Roger countered. 

"Don't worry. I won't sap all your strength. Matter of fact, you'll probably 
play better." Donna led him into the bedroom where Roger had one last fear. 

"What if Gordy comes in?" 

Donna locked the door and attached the chain as a preventative against 
Roger's roommate intruding upon them. She instructed Roger to he down and 
she once again devoured his cock, taking nearly the whole of it in one 
gigantic gulp. She was delighted! It tasted wonderful and the hardness-it 
was such an indescribable new sensation to have a man's hardness, inside her 
mouth-pleased her more than anything she could think of. Anything save 
having that same hardness buried deep in her quivering little mound of flesh 
between her legs. Roger lay back groaning with delight at what seemed to 
Donna to be a new sensation for him. She wasn't surprised-after all, she had 
not been eaten out until that very afternoon. She let Roger's shaft slide 
from her mouth and she laid alongside him. 

"Isn't that fun?" she asked. "We've been missing out on all this pleasure 
for nearly two years. It kind of makes you feel retarded, doesn't it?" 

Roger seemed unable to verbalize. Instead of speaking, he buried his head in 
her bosom and tentatively sucked at Donna's breasts. She cried out in 
pleasure, hoping to urge him on. He was indeed spurred and sucked and tugged 
at her breasts with all the ardor that he had repressed for the whole of his 
life. Donna rolled onto her back and spread her thighs, inviting her 
ballplayer inside her sweet box. He buried his hardness in her groin, unsure 
of how to proceed. Donna helped him. She reached down and grabbed the head 
of his prick again, this time pulling it toward her pussy. The stiffness 
stood ready outside, barely touching her cunt, becoming more restless by the 
second. Roger was panting and writhing and he could hold back no longer. 

"Oh, I've got to put it in. Donna oh, oh, Donna, I've got to fuck you!" 

He plunged his cock in with one fierce stroke and rested a moment, seemingly 
somewhat amazed. Then he slowly drew it nearly all the way out of her before 
settling it slowly back in. He continued like this, slowly penetrating and 
retreating, delighting in the new sensation he had found. The new sensation 
was one that had been available to him for quite a long time now and he 
wondered at himself for not having availed himself of it. But he had thought 
Donna might not want to go along! What foolishness! Well, he thought, he 
could still make up for lost time. 

Now he began to speed up his thrusts. And he found that with every movement 
on his part, Donna was moving in the opposite direction from him. When he 
drew back, so did she. He fell into the rhythm and, for the first time, he 
relaxed. He relieved himself of all the body tension except that necessary 
for fucking. He looked at Donna, who was smiling but whose eyes were closed. 
Her white thighs protected his body from each side, She brought her stomach 
up to meet his, allowing for deeper penetration as he continued thrusting 
into her. Then he buried deep and was motionless for a second. He lifted 
Donna's legs in his strong arms and raised them up over his shoulders and 
back. She held the position, her legs high in the air while Roger continued 
to fuck her forcefully, making sure that every possible inch of cock was 
sliding through the moist skin of her pussy. 

They were both flushed and groaning when they came. They both collapsed 
still joined, and lay bathed in perspiration and in the damp, sweet odor of 
love. 

"I think you'll need another shower," Donna whispered. 

They took their shower together and they were both surprised at their mutual 
lack of self-consciousness. 

Donna had long wondered if Roger were a virgin. And he had been. It was 
funny, she thought, all of the pleasures she had experienced in fewer than 
twenty-four hours after nearly a lifetime of wondering "what it would be 
like," had all seemed so natural. She had been programmed somehow that she 
would feel trashy and dirty. But she felt clean and refreshed. 

That night, while they were on the court, shaking their pom-poms and jumping 
and shouting to urge the Central High team on to victory, she suddenly had 
the urge to tell Kay about everything that had happened to her that day. She 
was able to foresee herself sitting back in the hotel room, talking a blue 
streak and revealing everything. But she knew she would have to keep herself 
in check. She could tell Kay all about Roger. But she did not think she 
dared reveal her lusty encounters with Mr. Brannan. 

So, later on that evening after a team victory which assured another two 
days' stay -at least-she let Kay know all about her episode with Roger. Kay 
just wanted to know one thing. 

"Were you a virgin before your episode this afternoon or not?" 

Donna tried to evade her again. "What's the difference?" 

"I'm supposed to be your best friend and I'm curious. You know I won't 
tell." 

"Well, then no. But so what?" 

"Exactly," Kay replied. "So what? I haven't been for a year and it has made 
absolutely no change in my character. But were you a virgin before this 
trip?" 

"What kind of question?" 

"Oh, come on. You weren't, were you." 

"Yes, I was. But Roger isn't the first." 

"You sure as hell got around fast. Fun, isn't it?" 

Donna laughed and put out the light. Cheering squad practice was at ten the 
next moraine. 

But Kay was still restless. 

"Did you ever think, Donna, how many boys there are in the world?" 

"I'll say! I'd like to get my hands on every single one of them." 

"Mmmmm, me too!" 

"This trip is really starting to open up my mind, Kay. I feel like I'm 
suddenly older or something. As if, there's a whole new world around me that 
I never dreamed existed." 

"I know just what you mean, Donna." 

"But you've known about it all along, haven't you, Kay?" 

Kay giggled in answer to Donna's question. 

During the evening, while Donna was sleeping, Kay got up, got dressed, and 
made her way down to the Hotel-Bar. She didn't know whether they would serve 
her or not, but she was restless, unable to sleep, and figured that she'd 
give it a try. Kay had a great body and had never had any problem getting 
served in bars where they didn't know her. The bartenders always assumed 
that she was a good deal older than she was or would serve her in hopes of 
getting something in return from the nubile young girl. But Kay realized 
that the Hotel would know that she was with the Cental High contingent and 
probably refuse to serve, her. She went anyway, if not to drink, than to 
catch a breath of fresh air. 

The bar room was dark and smelled inviting. Kay had to stand at the doorway 
for a few moments so that her eyes could adjust to the gloom. When she could 
make out the shape of the bar in the darkness, she walked toward it as 
purposefully as she could. As she wiggled her way across the room, she felt 
that every eye in the bar was upon her. She was wrong. 

Kay sat down at the first empty stool she could find and lit up a cigarette. 
She always smoked when she went out because someone had told her that it 
made her look more mature. She took a deep drag and waited for the man 
behind the bar to take her order. He seemed to be engrossed in something 
going on in the back room. Kay looked around her and saw that everyone at 
the bar was staring placidly into the back room. She saw a shape moving on a 
stage back there and heard the sound of music, rock music. Thinking that 
there was dancing in the back, Kay got up and strode towards the room, 
hoping to meet some people closer to her own age. When she got to the 
doorway, however, she saw that there was only one dancer. It was a girl in a 
box hung from the ceiling like a birdcage. She wore a thin gold belt around 
her waist, black boots, and a black tassle over each nipple, and that was 
all. As Kay watched in amazement, the well-built woman swung her huge mounds 
of breasts in a wild circle in front of her keeping time to the music. 

Kay stood watching for a second and then felt a hand on her shoulder. 

"What are you doing here, young lady? You should be in bed by now, not 
hanging around a bar." 

It was Coach Brannan. He spoke thickly and swayed slightly as he held onto 
Kay's shoulder. She realized that he was more than a little drunk. 

"I couldn't sleep," she replied, "I came down to get a soda or something." 

"Well, you shouldn't get it here, Kay. You go back upstairs and order it 
from room-service. C'mon, I'll take you back to your room." 

As they walked out of the bar, Kay explained to the coach that she didn't 
want to wake Donna. 

"She seemed so tired tonight," she told the man, "I can't imagine what she 
was doing today." 

The Coach stared at her and wondered dully if the girl knew what was going 
on between him and Donna. He realized that if the school ever found out that 
he had porked one of the cheerleaders, he'd be fired in a flash. 

He decided to invite Kay up to his room to find out how much she knew. 

"All right, Kay. If you're that thirsty, you can come up to my room and 
order your soda there." 

As they rode up in the elevator, Kay snuggled into the arms of the muscular 
man. She hoped that she would get a chance to find out if Donna had 
exaggerated when she had bragged about her encounter with this man on the 
bus. As they walked down the hall, the Coach slipped his arm around Kay's 
shoulders and kept it there as he unlocked the door to his room. He walked 
to the phone after locking the door behind him and turned to speak to the 
girl. 

"Wha' kind of soda did you want?" 

"Couldn't I have a beer, Coach? Just for tonight? It'll help me go to sleep, 
honest." Coach Brannon looked at her for a moment and then ordered a 
six-pack of beer from room-service. When the man arrived with the beer, Kay 
had to hide in the bathroom. She giggled as she ran inside. When she was 
inside, a thought came to her. Why fool around? The Coach must know by now 
what she was after. With that she began to strip. 

She left her panties on, and looking into the medicine chest for some 
band-aids, she pasted them onto her already erect nipples in imitation of 
the dancer she had seen in the bar. 

The Coach called to her to come out and get her beer. Kay opened the door 
shyly and stepped out into the dimly lit room. The Coach sat on the bed and 
stared at her as she made her way toward him. Smiling in what she hoped was 
a seductive manner, Kay crossed her hands over her head. Her breasts bounced 
in front of her. She tried her best to shake them in smooth circles, but the 
best she could do was to jiggle them up and down. The Coach continued to 
stare at her. 

"Don't I look just like the dancer in the bar?" Kay asked him when she was 
standing only inches from his face. Coach Brannon reached out toward her 
jiggling mounds of breast, but pulled his hand back at the last minute-as if 
he thought better of it. He stared down at the floor as Kay continued to 
grind her hips in front of him. 

"What are you doing, Kay?" he asked her at last. "Don't you know that you 
can get me in trouble? If I so much as touch you I can lose my job 
immediately!" 

Kay was a little offended. She stopped swaying in front of him and brought 
her hands down to her hips before she replied in an angry tone of voice. 

"That didn't seem to bother you when you were touching Donna. What's the 
matter? I'm not good enough for you?" 

The Coach started as he heard how much the girl knew. It must be common 
knowledge by now, he thought sorrowfully to himself. This would probably be 
his last road trip, his last tournament. There was nothing to do but make 
the best of the situation. 

With that the Coach buried his head into the surprised young girl's chest. 
She started at the quickness of his attack, but soon recovered. Kay squealed 
as the Coach ripped the band-aids from her tits. He reached down for the 
beer and poured some all over Kay's nipples before he continued to suck 
them. 

"Can't stand the taste of tape," he told her, as he bent toward her breasts. 

Kay loved the feel of the man's lips and tongue smothering her nipples. She 
pushed his head against her chest with both of her hands and sighed in 
satisfaction. 

"Ummmhhh, that's good!" 

Mr. Brannan needed no encouragement by this time, however. He had been horny 
all night long watching the dancer bounce all over the stage. He had wanted 
to rape Kay in the elevator, but didn't dare touch her. 

One cheerleader was enough, he thought to himself as he fought back his 
growing desire. When the girl had come slithering out of the bathroom, her 
near naked flesh glimmering in the dimly lit room, he had felt his erection 
spring back to life. He wanted to fuck this beautiful young chick very 
badly, but until he heard that she knew about his blow-job from Donna, he 
was determined to keep his cool. 

When he realized that it wouldn't matter one way or the other whether he 
fucked Kay or not, he thought he would come immediately. The girl's breasts 
were dancing in front of his face, inviting him to sink his face into their 
smoothness. He loved the way she squealed when he ripped the band-aids off, 
and as he sucked he couldn't help but compare this girl with her friend in 
his rapidly churning brain. 

Kay was darker than the blonde cheerleader. 

Her skin seemed to be always golden tan even in the middle of winter. Her 
hair was black, jet black. The Coach knew that she was hot-to-trot, as did 
every male in the school. Kay's snatch was the favorite topic of 
conversation in the locker rooms. Everyone appreciated her tiny panties, 
especially the way they dug into her slit and revealed two glorious patches 
of dark, kinky hair on either side. The Coach had longed dreamed of getting 
a closer look at that beautiful young snatch, and now it looked as though he 
would finally get an opportunity to do so. 

The Coach pulled himself away from the girl's delicious breasts with 
difficulty. Slowly, he ran his hands down the girl's trim, flat stomach. He 
followed with his tongue. When his hands reached her crotch, he began to tug 
the tight pair of panties down around her ass. Kay was breathing heavier and 
heavier in the excitement of the moment. 

The man rubbed her tender twat with one of his big burly hands. He realized 
with somewhat of a shock that this girl standing in front of him was no 
older than his own daughter, Sandra. She even looked like her a little. 
Perhaps that was why she turned him on so much. He had always dreamed of 
fucking Sandra, but had never had the nerve to try it. 

He remembered one day last summer when he and his daughter had been alone in 
the house. Sandra was dark haired and well-built, just like Kay. She had 
been swimming in their pool and ran in to the house to apply some tanning 
lotion to her body. Her father had been watching a ballgame on the T.V., 
when she ran in to ask him to apply the lotion to her back. He had tensed a 
little at the idea. He felt a little guilty about the fact that he found his 
daughter really turned him on sexually, and was anxious to avoid temptation. 

Sandra crouched down next to his chair like an obedient animal. She undid 
the top of her bikini and pulled it off so that her father could reach every 
part of her back without difficulty. The lotion felt good on her back and 
she shivered with pleasure at the touch of her father's strong hands 
caressing her skin. He ran his hands slowly under her chest and began to 
cover her breasts with the lotion. His daughter groaned in pleasure. 

"Ummhh, thanks Daddy. That feels great." 

She didn't seem to object when he rubbed her bloated nipples between the 
thumbs and forefingers of both his hands. He kept it up for as long as he 
could without being obvious and then reluctantly removed his hands from her 
luscious young body. Sandra got to her feet, but hesitated before putting 
the top of her bathing suit back on. 

"Do I have a nice figure, Daddy?" she asked him as she stood posed in front 
of him. 

"You've got a great figure honey," he replied casually trying to tear his 
eyes from her body and put them back on the television screen where they 
belonged. "From what I can see," he continued, "you've got a great body." 

Without another word the girl began to remove the bottom half of her bikini. 
Her father watched fascinated by the dark and hairy triangle of her cunt. 
She turned in a slow circle for his inspection and then slowly climbed on 
top of his lap. 

When Mr. Brannon , felt the smooth expanse of his daughter's ass pressing 
against his already erect cock, he squirmed in embarrassment. 

"It's all right, Daddy," his daughter reassured him as she put her 
delicately tanned arms around his neck, "you don't have to act embarrassed 
for me." 

Mr. Brannan couldn't believe what was happening. He was being seduced by his 
own daughter! Not knowing what else to do, he began to apply more sun-tan 
lotion all over his daughter's body. He rubbed it into her stomach, her 
thighs, and down as far as her meaty calves. She continued to sigh into his 
ear: "Ummhhh, that feels good, Daddy. I love it when you do that." 

As he worked the grease into her thighs, Mr. Brannan let his hands brush 
back and forth across his daughter's patch of pubic hair. Everytime he did 
so, he felt her jump a bit with excitement. Finally, he could stand the 
tension no longer and he plunged a finger inside of Sandra's slimy pussy. 
She pulled his hand out immediately and continued to sigh into his ear: "Not 
there, Daddy, you'll hurt me. Rub it into my other place. Go on you can rub 
into there if you want Daddy. I want you to." 

Not knowing what she meant by her 'other place,' Mr. Brannan stopped for a 
minute. His daughter guided his hand under her buttocks and squealed as she 
thrust his finger into her firm, young asshole. Sandra lowered herself onto 
his finger again and again whispering furtively into his ear: "You can put 
anything you want in there, Daddy. I won't tell anybody, I promise." 

As she spoke, Sandra ran her hands over her father's crotch. He stared Up at 
her in amazement as she unzipped his fly and pulled his crank out into her 
eager young hands. 

"Ummhhh, you're really big, Daddy," she continued as she rubbed her hands 
all over his bulging cock. Mr. 

Brannan felt the blood rushing to his head with excitement. His growing cock 
was rubbing against the beautiful creamy thigh of his daughter Sandra and 
she invited him again and again to stick it in her anus. 

Seeing that her father was probably too shy to initiate the action, Sandra 
hoisted her ass over his big, red penis and began to lower herself onto it. 
The tip of it was gently throbbing against her asshole when they both heard 
the sound of gravel in the driveway. 

Sandra sighed and sprang softly to her feet. After fastening her tiny bikini 
back on her greasy skin, she leaned over and kissed her father's rigid tool. 

"Goodbye, Daddy," she cried as she padded softly out to the pool. Mr. 
Brannan frantically stuffed his aching cock back into his pants as he heard 
his wife's footsteps approach him. 

Suddenly the Coach came back to the present with a start. His head was 
between Kay's legs. She lay spreadeagled on the bed as he worked his 
muscular tongue in and out of her come drenched cunt. She was apparently 
finishing up a tremendous orgasm. He could tell by the tone of her voice as 
she screamed in ecstasy. 

"Ohhh! Suck me! Ohhh! Eat me all up! Eat meeeeee!" 

When she finished the coach withdrew his tongue from the girl's cunt. He 
crawled up on top of her and inserted his blood-gorged pecker into her 
oozing pussy. He grunted softly with each thrust as Kay wriggled her hips 
underneath him. She scratched his back with her long nails and bit at his 
ear as he fucked her. 

Soon he felt the orgasm swelling up inside of his balls. Kay threw her hips 
against his in expectation of the load she knew was coming her way. His cock 
grew inside of her and exploded into spurts of all consuming pleasure into 
the young cunt. She rocked him on her hips until every drop of come had 
escaped into her. 

Then she slowly wiggled out from underneath him, dressed herself quickly, 
and snuck back to her room. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

The next morning when Kay awoke, she discovered that she had overslept. It 
was ten o'clock already, and she would have to hustle to make cheerleader 
practice. She ran into the bathroom to take a quick shower wondering why 
Donna hadn't gotten her up. -Then she remembered the events of the previous 
night, and felt a flood of warmth washing over her. She still had the 
Coach's sperm inside of her, and she hesitated before washing it out. It 
seemed a shame to waste it, she would have liked to feel it inside of her 
all day long, to smell the mellow aroma wafting up from between her legs 
every time she sat down. But she knew that the other girls would smell it 
too, and she had no intention of letting them in on a good thing. 

The hotel was located right down the road from the hall where the basketball 
tournament was being held, and Kay ran along the highway carrying her 
pom-poms in her arms. The girls were just about finished when she got there, 
but she joined in for the final cheer: "Let's all hear it for Central High! 

We're gonna win, we're gonna fly! 

So let's all hear it for Central High!!" 

As soon as they were finished, Donna took her friend aside to talk to her. 
But before she could say a word, Kay spoke first: "Why didn't you wake me, 
Donna? Why did you leave without me?" 

"I tried to wake you," Donna replied a bit hurt by the angry tone in her 
friend's voice. "Don't you remember? I kept on pulling you up out of the 
bed, and you kept on falling right back into it. What were you doing last 
night, anyway?" 

"What do you mean? I was sleeping." 

"I woke up at about twelve and you were gone. I thought you were in the 
bathroom at first so I went back to sleep. Then I woke up an hour later, and 
you were still gone. Where were you?" 

Kay relaxed and broke into a confidential smile. 

"I guess I didn't realize how tired I was this morning. I don't remember you 
trying to wake me at all." 

She tried to let it go at that, but Donna was curious. She wanted to hear 
all about her night out, and Kay knew that she wouldn't leave her alone 
until she found out. 

"Oh," she replied as casually as possible, "I just went down to the bar for 
a drink." 

Donna, of course, was excited. 

"You mean they served you?" she asked her friend incredulously. 

"Of course, why shouldn't they serve me?" 

Kay went on to describe her night in detail. She told her friend all about 
the dancer she had seen perform and even told her about her fucking session, 
omitting nothing except for the man's name. She would have told her that 
too, but she didn't want to cause any hard feelings. She simply told Donna 
that the man had not mentioned his name, and she had not thought to ask. 
Which was perfectly true. Coach Brannan had not once introduced himself to 
someone he already knew. 

When Donna continued to pester Kay about the man's identity, the girl 
replied that she didn't remember what he had looked like. She had had a lot 
to drink and only remembered what his cock looked like. Donna had to be 
content with that. 

The boys had a light practice that day. They had to play again that evening, 
and they spent the rest of the day lounging around the pool, conserving 
their energy for the big game. Kay and Donna joined them after lunch. With 
the cheerleaders there, the boys on the team began to act a little foolish. 
They started diving off the board and pushing one another in the pool trying 
to impress the beautiful young girls. It got so bad that Kay and Donna 
decided to leave after only an hour. It was too embarrassing! 

Kay spent the rest of the afternoon in bed, sleeping soundly while Donna 
decided to go shopping. This time, however, she really did go shopping. It 
was only about a mile walk to the center of the town, so she walked it. It 
was a warm day, and Donna enjoyed the attention she got from the drivers as 
they passed her on the highway. She had taken care to wear her shortest 
skirt in case she had to hitch and apparently she had made the right choice. 
Car after car slowed to a halt beside her and asked her if she needed a 
lift. It got so bad that Donna decided that the only way to get out of it 
was to actually accept a lift from one of the generous young drivers. 

A young man in a brand new sportscar pulled up next to her and railed at 
her. 

"Hey baby, need a lift?" 

He looked almost shocked as he saw the nubile young girl turn around and run 
toward his car. He had seen three or four other cars pull up beside the girl 
and ask her the same thing and was surprised that she had accepted his 
offer. 

Donna hoisted her skirt up to her thighs as she squirmed into the low bodied 
car. 

"Thanks," she said simply and the young man peeled out. 

"Where are you going?" he asked her, suddenly very tame and polite. 

"I don't know," she replied coyly. "What do you have in mind?" 

As she spoke _' Donna lifted her skirt up higher and higher. Soon the 
golden hair between her legs was exposed to the eager eyes of the young man 
sitting beside her. Donna had forgotten to wear her panties. 

She looked down at her own crotch as she saw the guy's eyes riveted on her. 
She blushed furiously for a moment when she saw her bare pussy staring up at 
her, but then she realized that she enjoyed being ogled by this handsome 
young man. She squirmed her ass back further into the plush seat and spread 
her legs seductively. She felt a slight warm breeze flowing into her and 
suddenly was very hot indeed. 

"Do you like it?" she asked him at last, surprised at her own 
aggressiveness. 

The boy took his eyes off of her long enough to make a hurried exit from the 
road. When he found himself on a straightaway he turned back to the gorgeous 
girl sitting beside him. He couldn't believe his eyes. She was fingering 
herself and moaning into the air as he watched. He felt his cock throbbing 
like he was going to explode and pulled the car to a screeching halt on the 
shoulder of the deserted road. He reached into the glove-compartment and 
pulled out a small plastic bag. Ripping it open, he then pulled his pants 
down and covered his swelling cock with the smooth, slimy condom. 

Donna had never been fucked by a condom; clad cock before and she licked her 
lips in anticipation. Before the boy could mount her, Donna grabbed his 
sweltering prick in her hands and descended onto him. The cock slid into her 
mouth without any problem. She licked the outside of the condom and wrinkled 
her nose at the taste of the artificially lubricated sheath. She was about 
to pull the distasteful cock out of her mouth when the homy boy began to 
come. She felt the tip of the condom swell inside of her like a balloon as 
it filled with his sperm. It was frustrating! Try as she might Donna could 
get none of his sperm down her throat. She sucked at the rapidly expanding 
condom, but still she got nothing. Then, she bit into the bag with her teeth 
and sighed as it popped and the sperm flowed into her thirsty mouth. The boy 
was almost finished coming by that time, and she had to slurp down the 
bagful of his come in a hurry so that she would have time to lick his prick 
before he withdrew his super-sensitive cock from her mouth. 

Donna finished her job neatly. As soon as she withdrew her head from his 
cock the young man began to pull his pants up and remove what was left of 
his ripped scumbag. 

"What's the matter?" Donna asked him. "Where are you going?" 

"Can't stay here," he grunted, "someone might see us." 

Instead of replying, Donna flung her hands around the boy's shoulders and 
pressed her lips to his. He hesitated for a minute before returning the 
kiss. Donna reached down to liberate his cock again and rubbed it back to 
life. 

"Who cares if anyone sees us?" she asked him as she continued to fondle his 
cock. Then she pulled away from him and pulled her blouse off over her head. 
She threw it in the back seat and then wiggled out of her skirt. Then she 
let him survey the voluptuous body in front of him with his eyes. He reached 
out with both of his hands and began to fondle her tits. As he squeezed her, 
Donna looked him straight in the eye and asked him his name. 

"Why," he replied throatily, "what difference does that make?" 

"I like to know whoever it is that I let fuck me," Donna replied to him. 
When he failed to respond, Donna pulled his hands from her creamy white 
boobs and began to put her skirt back on. 

"James," he replied quickly, "James Kerrow." 

"All right," Donna told him, "you can fuck me now James." 

She crawled into the back seat of the car and James followed her. She spread 
her legs wide and closed her eyes waiting for him to thrust himself into 
her. When he did she sighed in pleasure. 

"Ummhhh. I like that, James." 

James withdrew his hips from hers and pumped his cock into her again. He was 
glad she had already sucked him off, or else he probably would have come 
instantaneously. He kept on pumping his cock in and out of her cunt. She 
kept her hands on his hard ass, and pushed him into her again and again. 
James thought he'd never hold out. He felt himself swelling with another 
heavy load of come and tried to warn Donna before he spurted it into her. 

"Ohhh, I'm gonna come! I'm gonna squirt you full of come! Ooohhhhhhhhh! 
Oohhhhhhhh! Oohhhhhhhh!" 

James came with a series of violent shudders. Donna came with him, matching 
her screams with his. 

When they were finished, they lay in an exhausted heap in the back seat of 
his car. James finally struggled to his seat behind the wheel of the car and 
rearranged his tousled hair. Donna leaned over the seat and pressed her firm 
tits into the back of his head. She reached her hands around to cover his 
eyes. 

"Guess who?" she asked him playfully. 

James pushed her hands from his face and shoved her violently back into the 
rear of the car. He continued to groom himself as Donna struggled to dress 
herself. She was furious. She had given this guy the fucking of his life and 
now he was going to treat her like dirt! The more she thought about it, the 
madder she got. 

She finished buttoning up her blouse as he got out of the car. He walked 
around to the side of the car in which she sat huddled. He opened the door 
of his ear, and pushed the front seat back so that he could reach into the 
back. Grabbing Donna by her hair, he yanked her savagely out of the back. 
She kicked at him wildly, but he was too strong for her. He threw her to the 
dusty ground and climbed back into his car. 

"I don't give rides to no cheap fucking whores!" he screamed out at her as 
he drove away. 

Donna lay in a heap on the ground. She wanted to run after the car and 
scratch his eyes out, but she knew there was nothing to do. So she finished 
dressing herself and continued her walk to the city. 

It was a Saturday afternoon, and the downtown shopping area was crowded 
because of the mild weather. 

Donna walked in and out of two or three big Department Stores, but didn't 
stay long in any of them. She was still upset over the shameless treatment 
she had received from James and just could not concentrate on shopping any 
more. She found herself winding in and out of the narrow back streets of the 
town. She noticed that the neighborhood was getting extremely ethnic as she 
walked along, and she realized that she must be wandering into the poorest 
section of the town. She was just about to turn back when she saw a strange 
sign hanging over a dilapidated storefront across the street. 

The sign read: "The Sex Store, you name it, we got it. Honest!" 

Fascinated, Donna wandered across the street and stared into the dark store 
window. It looked like any other store on the inside, and Donna decided to 
investigate further. She walked into the store and roamed up and down the 
rows of dusty bins. Hanging on the walls were various kinds of leather 
equipment. There were whips, belts, buckles, and boots among other things. 
Donna stopped in front of one of the bins and examined the contents. It was 
filled with plastic penises. They were made in all different colors, shapes, 
and sizes. Donna picked up a large one and hefted it in her hands. It felt 
amazingly life like! She imagined what it would be like to have her very own 
penis at her every beck and whim and decided that she liked the idea. A lot! 

As she stood examining her find, Donna heard someone addressing her from the 
front of the shop. 

"Can I help you young lady?" 

She turned, and as her eyes grew accustomed to the gloomy darkness she made 
out a shadowy figure standing behind the counter in front of the window. She 
couldn't tell from the voice whether it was a male or female, and as the 
person's features became clearer she found it even harder to decide for sure 
what it was. 

He or she was wearing a purple satin jump suit, encrusted with row on row of 
glittering stones. Its hair was also purple, and if anything, a shade 
brighter than the almost blinding jump-suit. It stood up straight on the 
person's head, as if someone had just yelled 'Boo!' in the figure's ear. 

Donna walked toward the counter clutching her new found toy. She placed it 
on the counter in front of the glowing shopkeeper and waited to find out how 
much it was. There was a long pause. 

"Hi," the person replied at last, "my name's Robin." 

"Hi," Donna answered, still not sure whether she was talking with a male or 
a female. "Uh, how much is this?" she asked shyly. 

"A buck three eighty." Robin replied with a smirk on its face. 

Donna picked the dildo up and looked for a price tag. She was desperate to 
buy one, even if Robin wasn't going to help her. Her heart leaped when she 
found the price tag. It was only three dollars! Donna pulled the bills from 
her blouse pocket and threw them on the counter. She was halfway out of the 
shop when she realized that she could not just walk through the crowded town 
carrying a twelve inch dildo in her hands. She ran back to Robin and asked 
for a bag. The money was gone from the counter, and Robin remained 
motionless. Finally, a bag made its way onto the counter. Donna grabbed it, 
stuffed her dildo into it, and ran out the door. She couldn't wait to get 
home and try it out! 

When Donna got back to her room, Kay was still asleep. Donna was excited and 
woke her up to show her her find. Kay's sleepy eyes widened as she saw the 
huge plastic cock. 

"Look," she squealed, "its got a switch on the side! It's battery powered!" 

"Oh, wow!" Donna replied. 

They were both anxious to try it out, but neither wanted to go first while 
the other was watching. Finally, Donna playfully turned the vibrator switch 
on and thrust it at her friend's groin. Kay squealed in mock fear, but 
didn't move her hips away from the thrust. Donna kept the machine pressed to 
her friend's crotch. Kay's playful complaints soon turned into moans of 
pleasure under the insistent push of the plastic cock. 

The dark girl let herself be pushed back on the bed, and Donna slowly inched 
the skirt of her night-gown up her friend's legs. Kay never wore panties to 
bed, and soon the expanse of her cunt lay open before the thrusts of the 
hand-held vibrator. Kay was shy before her friend's gaze, but let herself be 
fucked with the new dildo. Donna pushed it into her slowly but surely. She 
turned it off as she thrust it into the girl. Only when it was all the way 
in did she flick the switch. She kept it there for a minute until Kay was 
humming along with the drone of the battery operated cock. Then she pulled 
it slowly out of the now dripping cunt and thrust it back in again. 

Kay was sweating steadily and trembling all over. Even Coach Brannan had not 
been able to turn her on as fast as this little machine. She smiled up at 
her friend and tried to describe the sensation to her. "Gosh, Donna, it 
really feels yummy! It feels like... It feels like, oh you've got to try it 
yourself! I can't describe it, but it feels great!" 

Donna thrust the cock back inside of the girl until it was buried as deep as 
it could go into her tender, young pussy. She stripped off her clothes and 
stretched out beside Kay. Then she-turned the girl on her side and hunched 
the end of the dildo protruding from her friend's twat into the opening of 
her own young pussy. 

There was only about four inches left over, but it was better than nothing! 

Donna thrust her cunt lips over the left over portion of the vibrator until 
her own gorged cunt rubbed over her friends. Together they were able to fit 
the entire cock into them! 

They rocked their hips back and forth. When they had swallowed the dildo 
completely, they rubbed their gorged cunts against each other and groaned at 
the feel of pussy hair rubbing against pussy hair. The vibrator continued to 
vibrate inside of them as they slowly worked their way toward orgasm. Kay 
had most of the dildo in her, including the wildly vibrating motor, and came 
first. But as soon as Donna heard her friend begin to come, she joined right 
in. The two girls cried together as the orgasm rocked over them. For a 
moment they both felt like they were fucking themselves! It was as if they 
were both fucking their own reflections in a mirror, their own negative 
reflections that is. 

After they had come, the two girls drew up a schedule to regulate the use of 
their dildo. Kay was to have it for her morning shower, and Donna for her 
evening one. Kay got it for the first half hour of bed time, and Donna for 
the rest of the night unless Kay wanted to share it. It was after all 
Donna's find. 

They were interrupted by the phone . It was Emmy, one of their fellow 
cheerleaders. She told them that they'd meet them downstairs in an hour. 
They wanted to get to the Hall early to see the first game, and Donna agreed 
to go with them. She loved to watch the basketball games. The sight of all 
those guys, running and sweating, really turned her on. She especially liked 
the uniforms that they wore, and the sight of all those bare arms and legs. 
Sometimes she fantasized about sneaking into the locker room after the game. 

She pictured herself hiding in the corner of the shower room and spying on 
all those sweaty cocks as the boys washed themselves off. She pictured 
herself being gang-banged on the trainer's table. She knew it was only a 
fantasy, but it still got her really excited. 

When they got down to the lobby, the other three girls were waiting for 
them. Emmy, Lorri, and Melba were nice enough, but they were kind of 
straight and Kay and Donna had never really gotten along with them. 

Emmy was a black girl. She had a cute face and a nice body, but nothing 
spectacular. The other two girls were really plain, and their temperaments 
matched their looks. 

The five girls strolled down the road toward the gym. It was already filled 
with students and fans from the first two schools, but the girls were 
dressed in their cheerleaders outfits and were admitted to the hall without 
any problem. 

The team in blue was probably the only team in the competition with any 
chance of beating Central High. 

They were undefeated also and heavily favored to win tonight's game. 

The girls walked over to a section right behind one of the hoops and watched 
the opening introduction of the players. The team in red was introduced 
first, and from the excited roar of the crowd, it was obvious that most of 
the audience was rooting for the underdogs. The red team looked very short, 
though, compared with the blue team, and all the girls agreed that they 
stood little, if any chance of upsetting the favorites. 

But one never knew what would happen. 

That was the nature of competitive sports. 

The blue team drew a respectful smattering of applause when they were 
introduced. 

"Wow!" Kay exclaimed to her companions, "they're really big!" 

That in fact was the main reason for the team's so far unblemished record. 
They towered over their opponents by an average of six inches to a foot, and 
the girls realized that the other team was not really that short. They just 
looked short in comparison to the other giants! Only one boy on the blue 
team was shorter than the tallest man on the red team. If they could play as 
good as they looked, they were sure to beat this team by an easy margin. 

Kay noticed that her friend was staring intently at the blue team. As the 
shortest member of the team was introduced, Kay noticed a definite reaction 
in her friend's face. She seemed to be twisted with anger, but Kay could not 
imagine why. The blue team was from clean across the state. Surely Donna did 
not know the guy. 

But her reaction was really overwhelming! When the blue team began to take 
warm up shots at the basket over their heads, Donna stood up, walked 
straight out on the court, and slapped the boy across the face. He stood 
there for a second, confused and humiliated as his team mates chuckled 
around him. Donna walked off the court and got a smattering of applause from 
the crowd. She walked straight out of the arena, and Kay followed along 
behind her. When they got outside to the cool evening air, Kay stopped her 
friend and questioned her. 

"You know that guy, Donna? I don't ever remember seeing him around or 
anything." 

"Of course I know him," her friend replied with more than a trace of anger 
in her voice, "do you think I'd walk up to a complete stranger in front of a 
whole auditorium full of people and slap him for no reason at all?!" 

Donna's voice had grown louder and louder as she replied. Kay could tell 
that her friend was upset and was curious to find out how she had met the 
guy. 

"Hey, I'm your friend, Donna. Remember? Don't get so excited, I'm only 
trying to help you." 

Donna looked over her friends head, and her eyes filled with tears as she 
remembered her humiliation. She had sworn that she wouldn't tell anyone 
about her humiliation, but the sudden appearance of James Kerrow made her 
break her resolution. Sobbing on Kay's shoulder, she told her all about the 
ride, the fuck, and the dumping that she had gotten from the arrogant young 
man. 

After calming her friend down a bit, Kay convinced her to go back into the 
auditorium and see the game. 

From, the looks of his team-mates, Donna would be seeing a lot of James 
Kerrow in the near future. Barring a miracle, his team would almost 
certainly reach the finals, and hopefully Central High would be there too. 

Donna blushed as she walked sedately down the runway that led to the court. 
She expected to get a good razzing from the crowd, but much to her surprise, 
the crowd's attention was riveted on the game, and she entered without 
anyone, except for her fellow Central High cheerleaders, noticing it. 

"What's the score?" Donna asked trying to seem calm and unruffled. 

"They just tied it at twenty!" Lorri replied excitedly. 

James Kerrow was on the bench and from the looks of his dry uniform he had 
not seen much action. 

Despite their superior size, the blue team was having a tough time of it. 
They scored easy enough, but so did their opponents. It was a fluke of 
course. The red team just happened to be having a hot night from the floor, 
but it was a fluke that threatened to send them home from the tournament 
unexpectedly early. The score was still tied at halftime. Both teams had 
scored an unbelievable fifty points. That was more points than was usually 
scored in a whole game when Central High played. 

Donna noticed that Kerrow was going to start when the teams took the floor 
for the start of the second half. It was hard not to notice with Kay nudging 
her furtively in the ribs! Kerrow's team got the ball on the opening jump 
and drove to the basket for an easy lay up. When the red team attempted to 
put the ball in play, Kerrow pressed one of their guards and stole the ball. 
He drove in for an easy lay-up, and that was the story of the second half. 
The arrogant youth turned out to be the defensive star of his team, and 
almost single-handedly he was able to turn the game around. Before the night 
was over the blue, clad Falcons of Warren High scored over a hundred points 
and won by a margin of thirty-six. Kerrow leered at Donna as he passed with 
his team on the way to their victorious locker room. 

The team was in great spirits. 

"Rah, Rah, Sis Boom Bah!" 

The team chanted all the way to the showers. It was truly a victorious day! 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

The girls stayed on the court to cheer their own team on. Donna soon forgot 
about her anger in the excitement of the game. The Central team trailed 
throughout most of the game, and it seemed certain that they would not be 
able to overcome the deficit as the clock ticked slowly away. But in the 
final minutes of the game, they caught up with and overcame their opponents. 
It was very exciting. 

It was most obvious now that the Central team been taking the game too 
easily. They had expected to win without any problems, and their 
overconfidence had almost cost them the championship. 

As they went through their routines, the girls sweated profusely. It ran 
from them in streams and made the slick wooden court even slicker underneath 
them. Each girl fell more than once in the confusion, and they were all 
drained when the game was over. 

"Boy, I could really use a beer," Kay told her friend as they relaxed after 
the game. 

Donna had been feeling tired from the night's exertion, but her ears perked 
up at her friend's suggestion. Both knew that the other wanted to go to the 
bar, but they were both to shy to suggest it openly. 

"Oh yeah," Donna replied, "why don't you call room service and order one?" 

"Nah, they'd know by our room number that we're with the High School and 
under age. They wouldn't serve us, and they'd probably snitch to the Coach." 

There was another long and pregnant pause. Finally, Kay voiced their common 
desire. 

"Maybe I'll go down to the bar. I could probably get a beer there. Do you 
wanna come." 

"All right. Why not?" 

Within seconds the girls were dressed and walking down the Hotel corridor on 
their way to the elevator. 

When they reached the entrance to the bar they stopped and peered in. 

Just then two middle aged men passed them on their way into the bar. Both 
girls turned to look at each other, and then the two girls followed the men 
into the bar. They walked only a step behind the men and sat down next to 
them at the long wooden bar. The Bartender asked the men what they would 
have, and the men ordered for themselves. The Bartender shrugged and filled 
their order. He then asked the girls if they were having anything, and they 
each ordered a beer. Much to their surprise, the man refused payment from 
them. They could see that he was adding it to the bill of the two 
businessmen sitting next to them. Kay giggled and pulled Donna into the back 
room. 

The room was dark and quiet. Apparently, the Dancer had the night off 
tonight. They sat in a dark corner, contentedly lapping up their cool beers. 
Soon music began to filter into the room from a hidden loudspeaker. 

One by one men began to trickle into the room until it was almost filled 
with tense and sweating businessmen. From their dark corner the two girls 
could see everything that was going on without being seen themselves. Donna 
nudged Kay when the Coach entered with old McCurdy, his assistant. 

"Wouldn't he be surprised if he knew that we were here?" Donna said to her 
friend. Kay did not reply. 

The music began to pick up in intensity as soon as the room was filled. It 
got louder and louder, and the typical "Musac" selections changed to wild 
rock and Latin selections. A soft red light played against the far wall, 
growing brighter as the music got louder. Kay and Donna had to squeeze all 
the way back in their booth to remain hidden as the room grew lighter from 
the glow of the wide beam spotlights. 

Both girls were silent; they stared tensely at the red-flushed wall to see 
what would happen. The music died suddenly with a resounding crash of a 
cymbal, and a silver cage was lowered slowly from the ceiling. Behind the 
silver bars was a woman, covered with layers of feathers and veils. She 
leaned against the back of the cage and remained motionless as if conserving 
her energy for what lay ahead. When the cage had been lowered to floor 
level, it slowly began to rise again. It went as high as four feet off the 
ground and then returned slowly to the floor. Whoever controlled the 
movements of the cage kept this up all night long, or at least until the 
woman inside had finished her dance. 

The room was absolutely silent as the cage was being lowered, and every eye 
in the house was trained on the girl inside. Neither girl could remember 
afterwards when exactly the music picked up again, but suddenly they 
realized that the wild sound of pounding drums had crept back up to the 
audible level The woman moved slowly at first with the beating drums. She 
swayed her arms and hips with the beat and moved her head in a circle, 
allowing her long black hair to flow down her back. 

Neither of the girls could decide how old the woman was. She wasn't young, 
and yet from the beautiful conditioning of her body and the superb muscle 
control she showed, she couldn't have been that old. When she first made her 
appearance, her entire body was completely covered with the brightly colored 
veils and feathers, and she appeared almost matronly. Kay and Donna both 
realized that the woman about to titillate the crowd of horny men in front 
of her could have been the same age as their mothers! It was a very 
unnerving realization. 

But as the veils began to be peeled away, and the feathers to be scattered 
all over the room as souvenirs to the lucky men who were able to catch them, 
both girls decided that it didn't matter how old the woman was; she was 
undeniably sexy! 

The woman's movements grew faster, and the audience howled its approval, 
giving Kay a chance to talk to her friend without attracting attention. 

"Pretty good, huh?" 

"I'll say! She's really something the way she moves around like that. I 
don't think I could do half the things she's doing, and I'm probably half 
the age she is." 

The woman had by this time removed most of her covering, and her body stood 
revealed for the benefit of her admirers. She had white skin; it was smooth 
and creamy like pure milk and reflected the rosy glow of the spotlight. Her 
breasts were large and firm, only the slightest bit droopy. She had only the 
slightest trace of a roll around her waist, and otherwise her body was flat 
and trim. Her cunt hair, which peeked out from time to time from between the 
last remaining rows of brightly colored feathers, was the same color and of 
the same thickness as the sleek black hair on her head. Her thighs were 
solid, and her legs perfectly shaped. Her buttocks were hefty, but the 
five-inch heels she wore set the muscles in them to' their best advantage. 
All in all, she was a delectable piece of pussy for a man of any age. The 
men in the audience certainly thought so. 

From time to time, an excited business man would charge the cage and grab 
wildly for whatever he could. 

But the woman had enough room inside of her little box to avoid the grasping 
hands of any one man. She toyed with the men as they reached through the 
silver bars. Bending down and waving her tush, inches away from the man's 
fingertips until he almost cried with frustration. Occasionally she would 
permit a man to graze his fingertips against the soft thickness of her twat, 
and for this reason, man after drunken man made their hopeless attack upon 
her citadel. 

Kay and Donna were really getting turned on by the sight of all these homy 
and desperate men throwing themselves at the confident sexpot on the stage. 
They began to wonder what would happen if the audience discovered the 
presence of two nubile cunts in their very midst, and more importantly, 
unprotected by any cage. Kay giggled when she thought of it and told Donna 
all about her fantasy. 

"I wouldn't mind," Donna replied, "in fact. I think I'd like it. I'm getting 
pretty homy." 

"Ummh, me too. It must be fun being able to tease all those helpless men 
like that." 

Soon another cage was lowered from the ceiling and a younger black girl made 
her appearance dressed in a flimsy gold robe that seemed to be made of very 
thin tissue paper. She too began to dance along with her older partner, but 
kept her outfit intact. The music stopped after a while, and the two women 
stood in their respective, cages smiling and panting heavily. The black girl 
had a huge Afro. Her skin was dark and of the color and consistency of 
chocolate, milk chocolate. Underneath her skimpy robe her large full breast 
heaved up and down with every breath that she took. Her waist was 
unbelievably slim, and her cunt appeared as a dark patch through the thin 
tissue. 

The girls waited for the men to calm down and then made an announcement from 
the rear cages. 

Apparently they were wired for sound although Keith, Kay nor Donna could see 
any kind of a microphone at all. The white woman spoke first. 

"All right. All right. Now simmer down gentlemen. It's time for the 
auction." 

Her announcement was greeted with a roar of approval from the men. 

"You all know the rules," the black girl continued, " and the first one who 
abuses the privileges will blow it for the rest of you. No fucking around!" 

The men groaned and the black girl stepped to the back of her cage. Her 
friend began the auction. 

"All right, now what do we hear for the first bite? The first bite is always 
the best, so I just know that we're gonna hear a lot. Ain't that right, 
gentlemen? After all a pussy as delicious as this one does not allow itself 
to be bitten .every night." 

The woman pointed to the black girl's crotch, and the bidding began with a 
frenzy. 

When the bidding reached over two hundred dollars, it began to die down. The 
final bid was two hundred and fifty dollars, and it was offered by none 
other than old Mr. McCurdy. He jumped to his feet with a triumphant scream 
and scampered down the aisle toward the prize. The girls looked on in wide 
eyed amazement as the old man approached the cage. 

"I wonder what they'd say in the Faculty Room of Central High if they knew 
about Mr. McCurdy's extracurricular activity?" 

"I don't know," Kay replied to her friend, "but I have a feeling that they'd 
believe Thelma Watson the next time she accused him of grabbing her snatch 
in the hallway!" 

The black girl plastered herself against the front of the cage. She pulled 
the robe tightly against the front of her body, grinding the mound of her 
vagina against one of the silver bars of her cage. Mr. McCurdy looked up at 
her as she dangled four feet from the ground. The cage was slowly lowered 
until the big black pussy was staring the old man in the face. He gulped a 
few times, and his adam's apple bobbed up and down in awe of the mouth- 
watering treat in front of him. He advanced slowly to the cage, his tongue 
clearly visible to the whole audience as it stuck straight out in front of 
him like a tiny erection. He was inches away from his goal when the cage was 
jerked back into the air almost knocking him over with the sudden movement. 

There was a loud jeering from the audience and the girls in the two cages. 

"You don't get nothin' for nothin', honey," the black girl called down to 
him. 

Mr. McCurdy fumbled desperately in his pocket for his money. He pulled out 
the bills that he had been saving all year long for just this moment, and 
held them out in front of him. The cage lowered again, the young and 
voluptuous negress grabbed it from his hands and squeezed her twat between 
two of the bars toward the old man's tongue. There was a loud groan of envy 
from the audience as he thrust his throbbing tongue inside the girl's 
vagina, pushing the golden tissue inside of her as well. 

He grabbed onto the back of her thighs to gain momentum and thrust his 
tongue deeper inside. With his lips and tongue he bit furiously at the 
golden tissue to get it out of his way. He discovered, however, that the 
tissue was delicious. It tasted just like molasses mixed with brown sugar 
and blended perfectly with the taste of the dark, musty cunt juices in his 
fast filling mouth. The candy flavored tissue dissolved in the girl's cunt 
thoroughly flavoring the already delicious cockpit with sweetness. 

The old man, as might be expected, groaned loudly when he was able to catch 
his breath, and a hush fell over the audience as they watched his inspired 
sucking and cursed themselves for not matching his bidding. 

Kay and Donna looked at each other wild eyed in amazement. 

"Wow! Look at him go! I didn't know that old Mr. McCurdy was so talented! I 
wonder if her likes white meat?" 

Donna asked her friend, already wondering how she could corner the old man 
and make use of his experienced tongue. 

"Ummhh, I don't know, but I'm really getting hot!" Kay replied. "I can't 
wait to get upstairs and try out that dildo you bought this afternoon." 

"Let's wait and see what happens though," Donna replied, anxious that Kay 
would drag her away before the real action started. 

"Sure," Kay quickly reassured her, "I wouldn't miss this show for the world. 
But why don't we make ourselves comfortable?" 

In the dim light Donna could see her horny young friend wiggling her cute 
little ass out of her panties. She smiled, a bit amused by the innocence of 
her friend. She herself only wore panties on the job. Whenever she went out, 
Donna was careful to go bare-assed in case anything came up. Kay reached her 
hands over to Donna's thighs wondering why her friend wasn't getting 
comfortable. She slid her fingers over the girl's smooth, silky skin and 
took a deep handful of her flesh. She ran her hand up the girl's legs until 
she reached her crotch. She stopped dumbfounded when she was greeted by the 
fleecy golden hair of Donna's bare pussy. How had her friend taken them off 
so quickly, Kay thought to herself not realizing at first that Donna hadn't 
been wearing panties all along. Then she softly pushed her finger into 
Donna's snatch and wiggled it around. Catching on at last, Kay leaned over 
and licked her friend's ear, taking the opportunity to whisper into her ear: 
"You sneak! You've been walking around with a bare pussy all night long, and 
you didn't even let me know. 

You're a naughty girl, Donna." 

Donna sighed as she felt her friend's hand explore her twat. She leaned back 
and sighed loudly to let her friend know how much she enjoyed her attention. 

"Ohhh, that feels great, Kay. I love to feel your little fingers in my 
pussy." 

"I love to feel your fingers in me, Donna. 

You can finger fuck me if you want. I'll let you." 

Donna was a bit nervous about sticking her fingers in Kay's juicy cunt in 
front of all these men. What if Someone saw them? But the action, was really 
progressing at the front of the room, and she knew that no one would tear 
their eyes off the two beautiful women in the cages, so she took a chance. 

She leaned over first and kissed her friend's chest. Kay was wearing a bra, 
a push-up one, and her firm young titties stood straight out in front of 
her. Donna bit lightly at the crevice of her friend's breasts that was 
revealed by the very low cut dress that Kay was wearing. Kay sighed herself 
and pushed her finger deeper into Donna. They were really getting horny! If 
things got any hotter, they would soon be eating each other out on top of 
their table. Donna kept on nuzzling at the delicious crevice in front of 
her. She reached with her hands and pulled one of Kay's big, beautiful tits 
completely out of the bra. It fell over with a flop, and Kay almost shrieked 
in astonishment. 

"Donna, what are you doing? They'll see us!" 

Donna squeezed her friend's tit until the nipple stood out from the milk 
white skin of the breast itself. She bent her head down and licked at the 
liberated nipple, smothering the rosy mound of flesh with her hot and wet 
tongue, Kay's protests soon turned into groans. 

"Oh, Donna, that's so good! Ohhh, pull the A other one out too. Ohhh, lick 
me up good, Donna. I love the way you lick my titties!" 

Both girls were enthralled with the idea of making it in a crowded room full 
of horny men. As they fingered and sucked on each other's bodies, the two 
women in the cages continued their own show. 

Mr. McCurdy ate a huge gaping hole out of the black girl's robe. She 
screamed her encouragement at the man, and the mikes picked it up and 
amplified it for the whole room to hear. She was either a very accomplished 
actress, or old Mr. McCurdy was a very accomplished cunt lapper because her 
cries of lust sounded realer than real. 

"Yeah, that's it, baby! You lick it up good, you hear. You lick it up 
gooood!" 

The girl spoke at first in a hoarse patter. As the tongue began to drive in 
and out of her, her voice was colored with a desperate tone, and her squeals 
were louder, higher pitched, and incredibly mellow. 

"Ohhhhh, weeeeee! Oh, oh, oh, you old fuckin' skunk, you! Oooooohhhh! 
Weeeeeeeee! You, you, you, ahhhhhhhh! NNrghhhhh!!" 

The girl threw her hips against the man's tongue with a frenzy. The sound of 
his slurping was also picked up by the microphone and accompanied her now 
incoherent cries of passion. 

After three or four more minutes of frenzied humping and sucking, the black 
girl collapsed against the back of her cage, leaving the old man victorious 
with his tongue still standing straight out from his mouth. The black girl 
was covered with sweat. She leaned against the bars of the cage as her chest 
heaved furiously bouncing the chocolate melons up and down, again and again. 
The old man twisted his tongue at her, trying to inch his head through the 
bars and get some more of that brown pussy. She looked at him in shock as if 
she had not expected to be so moved by such an old man. The cage was hoisted 
up into the air again, leaving the old man alone in front of the room. He 
sighed regretfully and retreated to his chair to the frenzied applause of 
his new admirers. The auction continued. 

The girl's asshole was next, and although only a few men bid, it was obvious 
that all of them wanted a piece of the action. The highest bid was one 
hundred dollars. It was given by a very sedate looking business man. 

He was middle-aged, near bald, a spreading waistline bounced as he ran 
eagerly up the aisle toward his prize. He stood in the same spot as the old 
man had and straightened his tie as he waited. 

The shaken girl squirmed her black ass against the bars of the cage. The man 
reached out and grabbed her by the thighs before sinking his teeth deeply 
into her chocolate buttocks. The girl writhed in agony, but could not free 
herself. Luckily, the man soon calmed down. He began to lick the golden 
candy from off her body and then turned his attention to her sweet asshole. 
As he licked away, he pulled his swollen pecker from his pants and began to 
masturbate furiously. As he felt himself coming he stepped back from the 
cage and shot his wad up into the air. The come spattered over the girl's 
now naked ass and dripped to the floor. Six spurts later the man collapsed 
to his knees, exhausted from his few minutes of frenzied and perverted sex. 
He got to his feet and stumbled back to his seat, but his performance drew 
nothing like the tremendous round of applause that Mr. McCurdy's had, and 
the black girl in the cage seemed to have recovered her composure. 

"How much do I hear for a taste of tit?" the older woman called. "Luscious 
chocolate nipples, imported directly from the city and untouched by human 
lips," the woman continued, but still there was no response. 

Kay and Donna looked up from their own activity to watch the proceedings on 
the stage, attracted by the pleading tone in the woman's voice. 

"What? You mean no one wants to taste these gorgeous boobs?" the woman cried 
indignantly. "For only three dollars you can suck them to their hearts 
content, do I hear three dollars?" 

Kay j giggled and held up her hand. The two girls sat enveloped in the 
darkness of their booth, and only Kay's arm was able to be discerned 
projecting from the darkness into the soft light reflected from the front of 
the room. Donna was shocked. What if someone saw them here? She tried to 
pull her friend's arm down, but it was already too late. 

"Sold," the woman cried as soon as she saw the hand go up. She wanted to 
sell the first tit cheaply to jack up the bidding for the second one. Kay 
was shocked. She had never expected to actually win the bidding, she had 
just wanted to get things started. Not knowing what else to do, she slowly 
got to her feet and made her way to the stage area. A hushed shock went up 
from the audience as they saw this gorgeous young girl make her way to the 
cage to collect her goodies. Kay's breasts were pushed halfway back into her 
bra, but half of her nipples still peeked over the top of the cups for the 
audience's perusal. 

As she walked toward the stage she felt a hot flush spread all over her body 
from between her legs. She couldn't believe she was actually going through 
with it, and for some strange reason she felt totally unconcerned about the 
consequences of her daring act. Who, after all, would throw the first stone? 
All of the men in this room were just as involved in the action as she was, 
and most of them had wives, families, and jobs to worry about losing. She on 
the other hand had nothing to lose. The realization flooded her with relief. 

She felt totally liberated in a way that no feminist could ever equal! 

Advancing to the spot in front of the cage that old Mr. McCurdy and the 
middle-aged business man had occupied, she put her hands on her hips and 
waited, intoxicated with exhilaration. Even the two women on the stage were 
a little shocked. Digging into her back pocket Kay extracted three one 
dollar bills and threw them at the black girl waiting for the cage to lower. 
She noticed that the music had stopped and began to feel a surge of 
impatience as she realized that the cage might not be lowered at all. 

But then slowly the silver bars began to descend. Kay licked her lips in 
anticipation of those sweet chocolate tits. The girl remained in the back of 
the cage though, safely out of Kay's reach. The young girl advanced to the 
bars and stared at the suddenly reticent black girl. She was even more 
beautiful than she had looked from a distance. Her flesh was smooth and 
creamy; her pure perfect; her body was covered with flowing perspiration, 
and her thighs were covered with a thick layer of her own come juice. Kay 
reached through the bars to get at that delicious body, but the girl 
remained out of her reach for the moment. 

The woman in the next cage stared at the young girl in front of the her 
partners cage. Her eyes blazed with jealousy as she saw what a prize this 
young vixen was herself. She pulled a long leather whip down from the 
ceiling of her box and slashed savagely at the black girl, goading her into 
action. 

"What are you waiting for? She paid her money just like the rest of them, 
didn't she? What's the matter? Isn't a girl's tongue good enough for you, 
you fucking bitch!" 

The woman's screams were punctuated by the crack of her whip as it bit into 
the helpless black girl's skin. 

Driven by the whip, she resentfully advanced into Kay's clutches. The 
audience remained silent, and except for the Coach and old Mr. McCurdy, 
thought that they were witnessing part of a prearranged show. 

The black girl got down on her knees to allow Kay to reach her mouth up to 
those mouth-watering mounds of chocolate that she had bought. Kay reached 
behind the girl's back and slowly pressed the girl against the bars. She 
licked the left nipple as it thrust against the thin layer of sweet tissue 
candy that confined it, and felt the material dissolve on her tongue. The 
taste of the stuff really turned her on. She was sure that it was some kind 
of a really powerful aphrodisiac, because the more she ate of it the hotter 
she got. Of course, it might have been the taste of those succulent tawny 
nipples that turned her on too. They were certainly a delicious taste treat 
on their own. And big enough to fill any mouth, especially the little mouth 
of young Kay. 

Kay ecstatically turned from one delicious nipple to the other, and before 
she could sink her teeth into the erect mound of nipple under the sweet 
fabric that covered it, she felt the agonizing crack of the whip as it 
slashed against her back. She winced in pain and almost fell to the floor. 
Only by hanging on to the black girl's huge, firm breasts was she able to 
keep herself from collapsing in pain. 

The negress stayed pressed up against the bars of her cage anxious to get 
another tongue lashing from this homy white chick. Kay felt the tears well 
up in her eyes and heard the sounds of derisive laughter swelling up from 
the male audience. 

"Musn't get greedy, honey," the woman with the whip told Kay with a smirk on 
her face. "You only paid for one tit, you know. If you want the other one 
you're gonna have to shell out for that one too." 

Kay returned to the other nipple, hoping to lose her pain by sucking herself 
into a state of forgetfulness and before she could press her eager young 
lips into that big brown nipple, she felt another crack and collapsed to the 
floor. The men laughed themselves silly over what they thought was one of 
the best produced burlesque acts they had ever seen. Only Donna, the Coach, 
and his assistant realized that this was no act. 

"Time's up, honey. What the hell do you expect for three dollars anyway?" 

Kay tried to pick herself up and crawl back to her seat, but the pain across 
her entire back was too much. 

She lay on the floor of the club groaning in agony, her night of pleasure 
suddenly turned into a night of pain. 

Donna finally jumped out of her dark, safe corner and ran to help her 
friend. She pulled Kay out of reach of the dangerous whip and tried to carry 
her from the room. Together they stumbled down the center aisle as the men 
on both sides of them grabbed at their young tender bodies. Donna never 
thought they'd make it alive! She felt her blouse being ripped away from her 
back, and struggled onward. Someone tore wildly at her bra, and it gave way 
with a sudden snap. Her huge breasts swelled out, much to the crowd's 
approval. 

For some reason they kept their hands off of Kay's now almost unconscious 
body. Some marvelled at the realistic effect of blood welling up from the 
two gashes on her back. They thought it was a very well done trick 
accomplished by a skillful make-up artist. 

Donna was wearing only her skirt by the time she made it to the bar-room 
proper. She burst through the room on her way to the elevator and felt the 
eyes of the customers on her naked, bobbing tits. She blushed with shame and 
humiliation and half pushed, half carried her helpless friend out into the 
corridor. 

Luckily, the elevator was open and waiting for them. They jumped in and the 
doors closed behind them. 

Hopefully, they would be able to make it to their room without seeing 
anybody! The corridor on their floor was deserted and they made it without 
trouble. 

Kay was awake and groaning with pain when they entered the room. Donna 
placed her gently on the bed and retreated to the bathroom to find something 
to soothe and bandage her gashed flesh. She returned and carefully removed 
the torn clothes from Kay's back. The gashes were long and looked very 
menacing, but were not deep at all. With any luck at all they would heal 
without leaving a scar. Donna wondered to herself how Kay would explain the 
gashes to her family. She soothed her friend's battered ego and kissed her 
off to sleep. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

When Kay awoke the next morning her back felt much better. It was the shock 
and not the actual pain itself that had afflicted her on the night before. 
She examined her back in the bathroom mirror and found that the gashes were 
completely healed. She washed away the thin layer of caked blood with warm 
soapy water and took a shower. 

The warm water felt great against her burning back. She wondered what had 
happened to Donna when she heard the bathroom door open and someone step 
inside. 

"Donn? Is that you?" she called out almost certain that it was. 

But there was no response. 

Kay thought to herself that her friend was taking off her clothes prior to 
joining her in the shower and continued washing herself. She was shocked 
when Roger opened the door of the stall and stepped in. 

"Roger! What're you doing here?" 

"Hi, Kay. Mind if I join you?" the boy asked her sheepishly. 

"But, what about Donna? She'll be furious if she catches you here! You 
better get out, Roger, now!" 

But Roger stood his ground. He had had his eye on Kay for a long time. He 
entered the room hoping to find Donna. When he heard the shower, he stepped 
into the bathroom hoping to surprise his beautiful girlfriend. 

He was surprised and more than a little excited to find that he had 
surprised the wrong girl. But what the hell. 

Roger pushed his way into the shower and shut the door behind him. He knew 
that Kay fucked. She had to, the way she flashed her twat around when she 
was cheering the team. Further, he was more than a little jealous of his old 
girl friend, Donna. She had really been aloof on this trip and he suspected 
that she was beginning to discover other sources of lustful pleasure beside 
himself. Well, two could play at that game. 

Kay slapped Roger across the face. She had no intention of being raped this 
morning. Not after last night's humiliation. Roger easily caught and stopped 
her blow. He twisted her arm a little to show her who was boss and pressed 
his body against hers. She squirmed when she felt his erect cock pressing 
into her tummy. It slid across her smooth and soapy belly, thrusting almost 
up to her tits. Roger reached his mouth down and pressed his lips against 
hers. She bit him. 

Infuriated, Roger reached back to smash the girl in the face, but stopped 
himself when he saw the look of fear on the girl's face. He had no intention 
of hurting the girl. He only wanted to get laid. 

Roger felt . tears of frustration and self-disgust pooling in his eyes. He 
let go of Kay's arm and quickly stepped out of the shower. Kay leaned back 
against the wall not knowing what to think. She was overjoyed at being able 
to beat off his attack so easily, but she had to admit that she had been a 
little turned on, struggling with the muscular and very handsome young man. 

Suddenly the shower door flew open again and Roger re-entered the stall. He 
had a cord from Kay's bathrobe in his hands and a soft smile on his face. 

"Look, Kay, I really don't want to hurt you. It's just that, well you really 
turn me on. You've got such a great body." 

He ran one of his hands over her dripping tits, feeling the stiff nipples 
grow even stiffer under his touch. Kay stood panting against the wall of the 
shower. Her breasts heaved up and down under Roger's hot hand. She stared 
into his eyes wondering what he was going to do. 

The boy took her hands and slipped the bathrobe cord around them. He had 
already tied the belt into a loop, so it fit snugly around her wrists. He 
reached up to tie the other end of the cord to the shower nozzle. He tied it 
good and tight so Kay was unable to squirm away from him. She watched the 
action panting heavily in fear and desire. When he had finished he stood 
back to survey his work. Kay struggled against the bond trying to see just 
how securely she was tied. There was no way she was going to get out of it! 
She wondered why she had allowed herself to get in this predicament. After 
all, how well did she know Roger? What if he decided to rough her up. 

Roger stared at the girl tied up tightly in front of him. He reached for her 
puckered red nipple and twisted it. 

She lunged at him with her feet almost knocking him over. The boy lost his 
head for a second and slapped her furiously across the same tit that he had 
just caressed. The palm of his hand landed with a resounding splat against 
the mound of solid flesh. Kay groaned in pain. Roger reached back and 
slapped the other tit, although not as powerfully as he did the first one. 

Kay tried to retreat further into her corner away from the boy's blows, but 
found herself unable to. She winced in expectation as she saw the second 
blow approach her tender young breast and was surprised when it landed 
softly against her flesh. 

"You see, Kay, I don't want to hurt you," Roger whispered softly as he left 
his hand on her pliant breast. "I only want to play with you. If you're nice 
to me, we can really have a lot of fun." 

Kay struggled against her bond as he leaned down to lick her tit. After 
sucking for a few minutes, Roger felt Kay's struggling grow more frantic. He 
realized that she was getting off on the sensation of being helpless before 
the onslaught of a dominant male and decided to give her some more of what 
she wanted. Grasping one of her tits in his left hand he slapped the tip of 
it firmly with his right hand. 

Kay winced and groaned in pain. 

"Oh, no, please Roger. Don't hurt me. I'll do anything you want if you don't 
hurt me!" 

"You're gonna do anything I want whether I hurt you or not, bitch!" 

Roger slapped her across her tit again and the helpless girl squirmed in 
agony. He kept his hand on the breast and twisted the nipple harshly. The 
girl screamed in pain. 

"Owww! Stop it, you're hurting me! Owww!!" 

Her eyes were squeezed, and her face contorted. It was impossible to tell 
whether she was groaning with pain or pleasure. Roger decided to give her a 
taste of both. He reached down with one hand and began to lather her cunt 
with soap. He plunged a soapy finger into her tight cunt to loosen her up a 
bit. Then grabbing her by the ass he tried to thrust himself into her. She 
twisted herself out of his way and his cock banged into her thighs. 

Roger leaned back and twisted both of her breasts. 

Kay winced in pain. 

"That wasn't very nice, Kay. I wouldn't recommend doing it again." 

"Oww, stop it, stop it, no, you're hurting me! Owwwww!" 

After a few more twists Roger tried again. Her cunt was twisted at a weird 
angle, but his cock rammed its way home. Kay groaned with pure pleasure as 
she felt his soapy cock ramming into her. He lifted her hips up to meet his 
and looked down at the sight of her red, juicy cunt lips swallowing his 
swelling manhood as he thrust into her. 

"You like that, don't you, bitch? You like to get your little twat fucked, 
don't you, Kay?" 

"Oh,' Roger, you're so big! Oh, you're hurting me! Oh, fuck me up good, 
Roger! Oh, fuck me!!" 

Roger continued to pump into her. He ran his hands all over her helpless 
body. He reached down with his right hand as Kay wrapped her legs around his 
ass to help him get more of his throbbing erection into her. 

He played with the bump of her clit until the girl shivered into a violent 
orgasm. 

"God! Oh, God! I'm coming Roger, I'm coming! Owwwww! Owww!" 

Then he slid his fingers into her juicy cunt along with his own pumping 
tool. He pulled his fingers out and pushed them toward the young girl's 
mouth. Eagerly, she licked his fingers clean. 

"I'll bet you'd like to taste the real thing, wouldn't you Kay? Isn't that 
what you're longing for?" 

Kay licked her lips and rolled her eyes as an answer. Taking the hint Roger 
extracted his cock from her cunt with a plop! He untied the bathrobe cord 
from the nozzle of the shower, pushed the helpless teen-ager to her knees in 
front of him, and retied her bond to the hot water control, half-way down 
the shower wall. 

"Now you'll taste the real thing," Roger growled and thrust his huge aching 
cock toward the girl's mouth. 

Much to his surprise, she sucked the tip of his prick into her lips and 
moaned when she tasted the mixture of cock and cunt that covered the whole 
thing. She ran her mouth over the penis, taking more and more of it into 
her. Roger felt his knees begin to shake again, just as they did when Donna 
was blowing him in his shower. Kay continued to smother his manhood with her 
wet slimy lips, lashing him furiously with her tongue. Roger groaned as he 
felt the beginning of a tremendous ejaculation making its way up his shaft 
from the balls below. 

He thrust himself Into Kay's mouth and spurted the first load of cock juice 
into her thirsty lips. He gritted his teeth and grunted in deep, deep 
pleasure as he pumped gallons of sperm into the girl's mouth. 

"RRghhhhh ! You fuckin' rrrggghhhhhh!!!!!!" 

When it was over he untied Kay and sheepishly soothed her rope burned 
wrists. He helped her to her feet and began to soap up her body. Kay was 
dazed. She tasted the fresh sperm in her mouth and stared fondly at Roger. 
He avoided her glance, apparently ashamed at the passions that she had 
squeezed out of him. 

Finally, Kay giggled mischievously. 

"That was fun, Roger! Is that the way you and Donna do it all the time?" 

"Nah, I've never done it that way before. I don't know what made me... " 

"Wait until I tell Donna! She'll be green with envy!" 

"Whaa! You can't tell that to Donna! She'll never speak to me again!" 

"You mean you still care about what Donna thinks? I thought you said that I 
had a great body?" 

Kay was a little jealous, but she acted a lot more than she was. She really 
had no intention of taking Roger away from Donna, but she wanted to throw 
the fear of God into Roger for taking advantage of her. Besides, she thought 
to herself, Donna probably couldn't care less. 

"Well, I meant it! But that doesn't mean... " 

"I mean... uh... " 

"Oh forget it Roger. Just don't come worming around here the next time you 
want to get your rocks off. The next time you can go to Donna. IF you can 
find her." 

Kay smiled and kissed Roger on the mouth with her sperm soaked lips. She 
thought that he might be a little grossed out and was surprised when he 
began to return it. She reached down to his cock and felt it springing back 
to life. But Roger pulled away abruptly. 

"Uh, uh," he said simply, "gotta play tonight." 

He sprang out of the shower and got dressed in a hurry. Kay knew that he was 
probably scared that Donna would walk in and find them, but she just 
couldn't be jealous of her friend. 

After finishing her shower, Kay donned a pair of sunglasses and headed 
downstairs for breakfast. Despite her self assurance of the night before, 
she felt a little embarrassed in the morning light and didn't want anyone 
that had been in the audience last night to recognize her. She wondered how 
the Coach and old Mr. 

McCurdy would handle the situation. They really couldn't admit that they 
were in the audience themselves, at least not publicly anyway, so there 
would be no problem on that end of it. 

The dining room was still crowded. Kay saw the cheerleaders, including 
Donna, sitting by themselves at a separate table. She walked over and sat 
down. 

Kay sighed and ordered her lunch. 

"Oh, Donna," she said cattily, "Roger was up in our room looking for you 
before." 

"What was he doing in our room? Did he wake you up?" 

"Oh no, he didn't bother me at all." 

The girls finished their lunch and retired to their rooms to rest for the 
night's game. As soon as they closed the door behind them Donna turned to 
Kay. 

"What were you talking about before? What was Roger doing up here?" 

"Oh don't be mad, Donna. I just couldn't resist making you curious. You know 
Roger really likes you. You must be making him really happy." 

Donna looked at her friend with a glimmer of suspicion and annoyance. She 
knew that Kay was hinting around about something, but couldn't tell what. It 
couldn't have had anything to do with Roger, she thought to herself. He'd 
probably jump out of his skin with fright if Kay so much as made a pass at 
him. But then again, you just couldn't tell about these things. Perhaps 
Roger acted a certain role with herself, and was a regular macho-madman with 
other girls.- She had seen things like that happen before and was not going 
to rule out the possibility. As she thought, Donna neglected her suddenly 
unappealing meal. 

After beating around the bush, Kay finally told her friend all about the 
fuck in the shower. Donna was shocked by Roger's aggressive and inventive 
behavior. He had always been so shy and docile with her. She hoped that he 
would save some of his macho masculinity for their next fuck session.' The 
girls lounged about the room, and after supper they made their way to the 
sport's arena. Central High played in the first game and from the way they 
played, Kay was glad that Roger had saved his energy for the game. Once 
again they just narrowly escaped disaster at the hands of a team that was 
decidedly inferior to their own. The Coach was furious throughout the game. 
He had been willing to forgive one night of inferior ball playing, but two 
bad nights in a row was more than he could take. If the team lost the 
tournament he knew that he would be out of a job. 

Kerrow's team had the night off, and as Donna did her leaps and splits she 
felt his eyes boring into her from the audience. He stared at her throughout 
the game, trying his best to act totally unconcerned about the events on the 
court. Donna and Kay talked about it during halftime. 

"He thinks he's hot shit!" said Kay when Donna told her of James Kerrow's 
presence. "He's just trying to make everybody think that he doesn't care who 
wins the game. You know that he hopes that the other guys win." 

"Yeah, that way he won't have to play against us in the final. Wouldn't he 
just love that. I can't wait to see the expression on his face, when he 
loses the final game to Central High." 

After the game, Kerrow followed the despondent, but victorious team back to 
the Hotel. Both girls were glad to have the reassuring company of their team 
and the coaches. They felt the presence of the self-assured young man, and 
he seemed to make the coolness of the night even colder. 

The girls stayed in their room that night, caught up in the gloomy mood of 
the team after their poor showing. 

They were both tired and tried to fall right off to sleep, but were startled 
awake by the insistent ringing of their phone. 

"It was old man McCurdy," Kay said after putting the phone back on the 
receiver, "he wants to know if he can come up and talk to us." 

"Well, what did you tell him?" her friend replied immediately. 

"I don't know. I forget." 

As if to answer her doubts there was a steady but soft knocking at their 
door. Donna jumped up to answer it, and Mr. McCurdy slithered into their 
dark room. He closed the door behind him and then switched on the light 
flooding the room with light and causing the two girls to cover their still 
sleepy eyes. 

"How-de-do," the assistant coach said to both of them, "I brought you 
something to cheer you up." 

He held a paper bag out in front of him and from the clanking of the bottles 
inside the girls had a strong hunch what was inside. But as he held the bag 
out, he also thrust his tongue out from his mouth. He smiled lasciviously, 
and both girls giggled as they thought about the previous night in the bar. 

There were three bottles inside of the bag. A quart Of rye, and two bottles 
of sweet lemon and lime soda were picked out one after another by the 
energetic old man. 

"I know you kids go for the sweet stuff. All we need is some ice, and that's 
free. We're gonna have ourselves quite a party. Yes indeed." 

Mr. McCurdy had picked up the phone and began to dial room service before 
Kay stopped him. He looked at her with a hurt expression as if he expected 
to be sent from the room immediately. But Kay was already on the phone to 
them. 

"You can't order the ice yourself, Mr. McCurdy. Then they'll know you're in 
here and you'll get in trouble. Let me order it." 

The old man relaxed as he saw that he wasn't going to be tossed out on his 
ear as he half suspected he would. He was glad he had been able to give a 
sample demonstration of his linguistic ability on the previous night. 

"Just call me Teddy," he said confidentially as he made himself comfortable 
on the bed, "just call me Teddy." 

The two girls giggled until the ice came. They hid the old man in the 
bathroom while they grabbed the ice. 

When he came back into the room, the old geyser was wearing Kay's bathrobe, 
and nothing else. His legs were bony and hairy underneath the hem of the 
silken robe, but both girls tried not to laugh. They didn't want to offend 
their talented guest. 

He poured out the first round of drinks and the three of them poured them 
down quickly. The second drink was a little stronger, and so was the third. 
By the time they had finished the fourth, the .two girls felt distinctly 
light headed and tingly all over. Kay lay sprawled on the bed; her nightgown 
pulled three-quarters of the way up her luscious thighs. Donna pressed 
herself against the old man and snuggled into him. It was time to put the 
old man to the test. 

Mr. McCurdy pushed Donna gently until she was stretched out next to her 
friend. He picked up their nightgowns and pulled them back over their faces. 
Both girls were laughing uncontrollably, but the old man was implacable. 

"Don't like to be disturbed when I'm workin'," he said simply. With his 
strong tongue he began to lick the bottom of Donna's feet. She thought she'd 
explode with laughter, but he held her steady and she couldn't move. Soon, 
the old man worked his tongue over the top of her toes and began the long 
climb up her delightful legs. Donna's chortles changed to moans as she felt 
the long tongue lapping up her legs. He lingered outside of her snatch long 
enough to get a deep whiff of her flowing juices, and then in he plunged! 

Donna couldn't believe it! It felt just like a cock! A cock that wriggled in 
and out of her with a mind of its own. 

She cried out with pleasure and ground her hips down against his slimy old 
tongue. His lips, meanwhile, were slurping on the outside of her cunt lips, 
lifting them against his mouth with the sheer force of suction alone. Within 
seconds, and without even thinking about it, Donna was coming in long, 
steady spurts. 

"Unghhh! Uunnghhh! Uunnggghhhhhhh!" 

She wrapped her powerful young legs around his head and squeezed his tongue 
with the pulsating walls of her vagina. When her cries died out, Mr. McCurdy 
moved on. 

Kay was drowsy from the liquor and the late hour. She heard her friend being 
driven into ecstasy and knew that her turn would be coming up next, but she 
wasn't in any hurry. She drowsed off and didn't awake until she was past the 
point of no return. She forgot where she was, or who was doing it to her, 
and simply came in wave after wave of pleasure. She felt adrift in space and 
was aware only of the incredible orgasm that was racking her whole body. 

As the orgasm faded she realized where she was. She stretched luxuriously , 
as she felt the old man withdraw his huge tongue from her hole and retreat 
to the original pussy. 

Mr. McCurdy was in seventh heaven. Never in his long and eventful career did 
he ever meet two more willing or sweeter partners. He knew that he could 
suck on their twats all night long if he wanted to, and that's just what he 
felt like doing. He loved the feel of their dreamy bodies, and the taste of 
their young cunts as he burrowed inside of them. He was so occupied with his 
fun that he didn't realize that he had sprung a boner! It was the first time 
in years that he had ever been that excited. Ecstatic , he jumped to his 
knees and began to thrust his wrinkled old pecker into Donna's slimy cunt. 

She awoke with a start when she felt him enter her. She knew that this was 
the real thing. He humped away at her while she squirmed underneath him. 
Wildly, she tried to pull the nightgown from off of her face, but he kept 
her pinned. His cock throbbed with a life that surprised both of them. Kay 
looked up to see what the commotion was on the other side of the bed and was 
shocked to see the old codger thrusting his swollen prick in and out of her 
friend's twat. Kay's eyes grew wider and wider when she saw just how much of 
the old man was pounding into Donna's luscious pussy lips. She didn't 
believe that the old guy had it in him! 

Kay clawed at the old man's groin trying to extract him from her friend and 
get some of him into her own suddenly aching cunt. 

"Ummmhhh, save some for me, you pig! You always have all the fun!" 

But Donna was in no position to reply. She found it difficult to teach her 
breath with the man pumping his huge organ in and out of her and the 
nightgown covering her mouth in folds. She heard Kay squealing, but didn't 
know what she was talking about. 

Mr. McCurdy was riding high. He felt Kay scratching and grabbing at his 
majestic erection and wanted to satisfy both girls at once, but didn't know 
how he could do it. 

Kay leaned all the way over so that her naked and pink asshole was waving in 
the air for Mr. McCurdy's perusal. He reached over to finger her hand then 
bolted for browner pastures. He hawked and spit a huge mouthful of saliva 
onto her fanny, working it all into the girl's ass. Then he spit into his 
hand and covered his throbbing tool with spit. He pulled his hips back to 
gain momentum, and then with one sudden thrust he plunged into the girl's 
ass. 

She trembled violently as she felt him enter. He was too big to be believed. 
But as he began to give it to her she felt the pain turn into incredible 
waves of pleasure. He porked her up the ass again and again, as she squealed 
like a pig underneath him. Donna crawled over to the humping couple and 
forcibly pulled the old man's cock from her friend's sticky asshole. 

She lunged forward and impaled herself on his joy-stick, screaming with 
delight as she felt him bury himself inside of her molten hot cunt. Kay 
pushed the both of them onto the floor and waved her ass invitingly at the 
old man's enraged pecker.. This time, however, he decided to go for the real 
thing. Instead of going for her ass he exploded into her cunt and fucked her 
doggy style. He grabbed onto her ass with both hands and pulled her by the 
flesh onto his red hot cock. 

Conceding defeat, Donna tried to make the best of the situation. She 
burrowed under the fucking twosome and licked wildly at the sacred cock as 
it thrust in and out of her friend's gorgeous twat. She tasted the old man's 
seldom used cock as well as Kay's delicious pussy juices as the organs 
fucked over her head. 

Hanging between the old man's spindly legs, she hung upside down underneath 
the two as they humped away. Donna saw the old man's balls begin to rumble 
threateningly and knew that an orgasm was imminent. 

She sucked at the edges of Kay's bloated cunt lips waiting to catch the 
drippings of what promised to be a great come. 

Far above her she heard the two both approaching a climax. Kay's cries were 
steady and short, they sounded above the voice of the bellowing man because 
of the higher pitch. 

"Uhhhh, uhhhh, ahhhh, ahhhh, ehhhh, eeeeeeeeeee!!" 

The old man just screamed as he pumped his decade old supply of sperm into 
the girl's cunt. 

"Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!!" 

Donna's eyes bulged out of her head as she saw the man's already swollen 
cock almost burst as it pumped load after load of semen into her friend's 
soon dripping snatch. A steady stream of come escaped from the cunt and 
flowed in rivers down the sides of her thighs. Donna sucked it all up. She 
licked the still thrusting cock as it was pulled in and out of the cunt. 
Finally, after the man was finished she pulled him out of his warm burrow 
and licked him dry. The cock shrunk fast in her hands, but she did her best 
to cleanse him thoroughly. 

After it was all over, the three of them stayed on the floor in a heap. It 
was almost three o'clock and Kay realized that the old man would have to 
think about returning to his room. She hated to suggest it to him; he looked 
so peaceful laying there spent on the carpet, but she didn't want to get him 
into trouble either. It took some doing to get the old man up and out, but 
finally they were able to push him out of the room. Just before they turned 
in again, Kay looked out into the corridor on a hunch. Sure enough, there 
was Mr. McCurdy laying in a heap in the middle of the corridor. They would 
have to bring him back to his room by themselves. 

It was easy pushing him into the elevator, but once they got to his floor, 
they found it harder and harder to drag the man to his room. As they carried 
him along, he seemed to get heavier and heavier. Finally, they reached his 
room. Kay held the elevator while Donna propped the old man up against the 
door. They knew that Coach Brannan shared the room with his assistant and 
saw no reason why he should be told about the old goat's excesses. So Donna 
leaned the old man's exhausted body up against the door and rang the bell 
Then she ran like hell down the corridor and jumped into the waiting 
elevator. 

Just as the door closed on them, the girls heard the Coach bellow as he 
opened the door and old Mr. 

McCurdy fell on top of him. He must have thought that he was being attacked 
or something. The girls laughed all the way up to their room. The Assistant 
Coach would probably be stiffly reprimanded by his boss for his indecent 
behavior, but it was better than leaving him to spend the night in the 
middle of the Hotel corridor. Besides, it had been fun trying to dispose of 
the old man's body. Just like trick or treating. 

The next morning at breakfast, Mr. McCurdy was noticeably absent. The team 
remained in their somber mood throughout the day. They regretted the fact 
that that day was an off-day, because they wanted to prove to the Coach that 
they would not repeat last night's near disaster. As soon as breakfast was 
over, Coach Brannan told the cheerleaders in no uncertain terms to leave the 
room, and proceeded, to browbeat his despondent troops into a frenzy. By the 
time he was finished the boys were hopping in their seats, and bolted out of 
the dining room to practice feverishly for the next game which was three 
nights away. If they won that one, they would advance to the finals despite 
their so far uninspired playing. Things did not look so bad after all. 

The girls had nothing to do for the rest of the day and decided to take in a 
movie. They walked to the center of the town, arguing all the way about 
which show they would attend. Kay and Donna wanted to take in a skin flick. 
They had never seen one before, and now would be the perfect opportunity to 
see one. But of course they couldn't let their companions know what they 
intended to do. Instead they waited to see which movie all the girls wanted 
to see and then announced that they were going to see another, tactfully 
omitting the name of the film. 

They claimed that they had already seen the picture that their friends 
wanted to see, although the world premier had been only three days ago. When 
they got to the city, Donna and Kay walked their fellow cheerleaders to 
their chosen theater and said goodbye to them at the door. They wanted to 
make sure that their escapade did not get back to their parents! 

After getting rid of Emmy, Lorri, and Melba, the two friends made their way 
to the local Porn-House. They were delighted to find out that there was a 
spectacular double-bill planned for that very afternoon. They had already 
missed the first one, "Squeeze My Libido," but were just in time for the 
beginning of the second movie, "Locker Room Girls." 

The girls stopped to buy some popcorn, hot and buttered, of course, and 
selected two of the most deserted and darkest seats in an already dark and 
deserted theater, and waited for the film to start. The credits were just 
coming on to the screen when the girls heard voices tittering in the row 
behind them. Both Kay and Donna wheeled around to see what the commotion was 
and almost pissed in their pants. It was their three cheerleader friends. 

"Oh no, what are you doing here?" Donna cried. 

"Yeah, we thought we got rid of you already." 

Both Donna and Kay expected the three girls to demand that they leave the 
theater immediately, but much to their surprise Emmy giggled and put her 
finger over her lips. 

"Ssshhhh! We're missing the beginning of the movie!" 

"Yeah! Pipe down, wouldja. We wanna see who gets fucked first!" 

The two friends were delighted to find that their friends were not as 
straight-laced as they thought. 

They couldn't admit that they were in the audience themselves, at least not 
publicly anyway, so there would be no problem on that end of it. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

The five cheerleaders sat in the dark movie-theater and avidly watched the 
action on the screen in front of them. The movie had no story line, and 
hardly any care was taken to develop characterizations. Instead, the film 
turned out to be a constant parade of male and female sexual organs. But in 
this respect the movie was so explicit that it shocked even Donna and Kay. 
For the first half hour, the girls sat in a shocked silence; they were 
practically alone in the cavernous movie house, row after row of empty seats 
stretched in front was so warm and lovely outside, that it kept many of the 
usual patrons of the theater away. The only sound discernible in the 
darkened theater was the frenzied groans coming from the screen, and an 
occasional gulp of surprise coming from one of the girls. 

There was one scene that Donna found especially erotic. The producer of the 
movie seemed to have captured one of her private fantasies and portrayed it 
on the screen. She blushed with fright when she saw it happening, hoping 
that none of her friends would suspect how much it excited her. 

The scene showed a very muscular black man working in a garden. It was not 
clear at first whether it was his own, but as the action progressed it 
became obvious that the black man was a hired hand working for a very 
well-developed white house-wife. She was very nervous around the man and 
delivered her orders in a quavering, fearful voice. The black man didn't 
answer her, but stared resolutely into her eyes when she spoke to him, 
causing the woman to blush and retreat hastily to her kitchen. The man 
continued to work and soon was sweating profusely. Walking to the kitchen 
door, obviously to ask for a drink of water, he stared inside. The camera 
then zoomed in to the housewife who was in the process of changing a light 
bulb. She stood on her tiptoes on a stepladder, and as she reached upward, 
she pulled the hem of her housedress further and further up the back of her 
thighs. The camera played across her pure white thighs and came in even 
closer than before to give a close up of her pink silken panties covering a 
hefty and jiggling ass. 

The man remained where he was for a while enjoying the view, and then 
coughed. The woman wheeled around and when she saw the sweaty and very 
masculine man, she looked more frightened than ever. But there was also a 
trace of something else in her expression this time. Donna realized right 
away what the woman felt as she stared at the man at her kitchen door. 

Finally, she let the black man inside. He asked for and got a glass of water 
and as he was drinking it, the woman let her brown hair down from the bun on 
the back of her head. It flowed down over her shoulders, and Donna realized 
that the woman was a lot younger than she had first appeared. The man stared 
at her intently as he drank his water, and the woman was aware of his 
attention. 

Mrs. Baker-that's how the negro addressed her, began to unbutton the top few 
buttons of her blouse, and the man stared openly at the beginning of her 
crevice. When he asked for another glass of water, she found an excuse to 
bend down in front of him. She told him that she'd get him a bigger glass, 
but it was obvious that she was merely trying to wave her heart shaped ass 
in his face. The white woman advanced to the black man and as he took the 
glass from her hands, a few drops spilled on the woman's white, and by now 
heaving, crevice. He reached down and brushed the drops from off the inside 
of her breasts while she stared intently into his face. 

She saw the beginnings of a tattoo on his chest, underneath his half open 
work shirt, and began to gently trace it with her fingertips. Donna couldn't 
believe how hot she was getting just watching this movie! She loved the 
sight of the man's coal black fingertips on the woman's pink and white 
flesh. She felt a shiver go down her spine as she put herself in the woman's 
place and imagined what it must be like to be able to run her hands through 
the kinky hair of the man's broad and hard chest. She had to relieve 
herself; the itching in her groin was driving her bananas! 

The movie theater was absolutely quiet, though, and the few times Donna 
tried to rock her now moistened crotch against the rough seat, a loud 
squeaking noise could be clearly heard. She thought of excusing herself and 
going to the Ladies' Room where she could masturbate in peace, but she did 
not want to miss a minute of this great scene! Luckily, she was wearing a 
skirt, and even more luckily, she was not wearing panties. She reached one 
of her pink, little hands down to her lap and waited for a moment or two 
before searching out her clit. She was afraid her friends would hear her or 
even see her, and the thought of them knowing made her almost pale with 
embarrassment. She was supposed to be acting an adult. It was one thing to 
go to porn movies, it was quite another thing to play with herself in 
public! 

As Donna secretly rubbed at her clit, she settled back to follow the events 
on the screen. The woman had her hands around the man's now bare back. She 
had already convinced him to take off his sweat stained shirt while he was 
relaxing, and the man had readily agreed. Now she ran her hands greedily 
over his muscular back and tried to make small talk. She asked him how he 
kept in such good shape. The man just smiled. Her large breasts were now 
pressing against his hairy chest. The woman giggled when she felt his wiry 
hair biting lightly into her half exposed bosom. She took her hands around 
from the silent man's back and stretched seductively in front of him. 

"It's really hot in here," she said, "why don't you finish your break in the 
bedroom? We've got an air conditioner in there. You'll be more comfortable." 

Without waiting for an answer the white woman swayed out of the kitchen. The 
man, and with him the camera, waited for a few seconds before following her 
out. He walked through the typical suburban house, looking strangely out of 
place in the plush furniture and elaborately decorated living room. The 
camera followed the black man up the stairs, focusing on the muscles on his 
naked back and chest; they rippled under his black flesh as he climbed the 
stairs. He walked confidently down the hall of the modem house and advanced 
toward the open door at the end of the corridor. He walked in and shut the 
door behind him. 

The white woman was standing in front of the mirror on her dresser, combing 
her long brown hair. She smiled at the man as she saw him enter the room in 
her mirror. He walked over to her and put his large ebony hands on her 
delicate shoulder. 

"Why don't you make yourself comfortable," he growled at her as he began to 
unbutton the rest of her dress. 

The woman said nothing. Her eyes were half closed. Her breathing was getting 
heavier and heavier as the man unbuttoned button after button on her yellow 
house-coat. The flimsy dress fell away to the floor. The camera showed an 
angle shot of the woman's pure white body reflected in the mirror as the 
Negro hovered behind her. His black hands ran up and down the curves of her 
pink flesh, kneading the folds of her skin as the woman's huge breasts 
heaved up and down again and again. 

With painstaking care and hesitation, the man reached his hands up to her 
breasts. His hands covered each one of her bra enclosed mounds of flesh and 
she groaned. From that moment on, they had reached the point of no return. 
The black man pulled the pink lace bra down and her large nipples made an 
appearance. 

Donna, as she watched in the darkened movie theater, felt butterflies in her 
stomach when she saw the strong black fingers of the lowly gardener tweak 
the rosy nipples of the white woman to life. The young girl was beginning to 
lose track of her surroundings. She leaned down further in her dilapidated 
seat and spread her cute white thighs as wide as they could go. Her left 
thigh brushed against Kay's thigh, but neither girl withdrew themselves. 
Instead, they rubbed their thighs against one another, glad to find out that 
they were both turned on by the action on the screen. 

Donna advanced her finger down the slit of her cunt, from her clit toward 
her hole. She wanted to feel something inside of herself even if it was only 
her own finger. As soon as she pressed her pinky into her flesh, she 
realized how hot she was. The smell of her flowing juices filled her 
nostrils with that musty odor of love. She knew immediately that now all of 
her friends would know just how excited she was, but she no longer cared. 
Neither did she care about the sounds she made as she fingered herself. 
First she stuck her pinky into her slimy cunt, then her index, and then her 
middle finger. But her fingers were tiny, and one alone would not do the 
job. Finally, she had fit her three middle fingers into her twat and she 
pushed them in and out of herself as fast as she could without letting the 
whole theater know that she was finger-fucking herself. 

Sweat dripped from Donna's brow as she watched the screen, and plunged her 
hand up against her crotch, driving, three of her fingers as far into her 
pussy as she could. The black man had slowly take it off the white Woman's 
pink bra. He cupped her tits in his hands and jiggled them roughly up and 
down. The woman's eyes were three quarters closed; she had a glazed, almost 
intoxicated expression on her face as she peered at herself and the black 
man in the mirror. Her hands hung limply at her side, and except for the 
sexy pair of pink lace panties, she was completely naked. 

The man leaned over, and kissed the woman's white neck. The camera closed in 
on his quivering red tongue as it slithered out of his mouth and darted 
across the woman's flesh. The camera was so close that the goose-bumps on 
the woman's flesh were plainly visible. The black man moved to her ear and 
ran his massive tongue around the outside of her ear, occasionally filling 
her whole oral cavity with the tip of his tongue. The woman seemed to be 
sagging in his arms; she seemed limp, drained, and completely passive to his 
every whim. The side of her face was flushed a deep red as passions ran 
through her body from the man's touch. She stared intently at his black 
hands manhandling her lilly white tits as if she couldn't believe that it 
was happening, and yet she did nothing to stop him. 

The man covered her face with his tongue. He reached his head around the 
back of his and lapped his way across the side of her flushed face. She 
stood immobile and trembling, rubbing her back against his wiry chest hair 
and shivering with delight. The man's tongue poked at the corner of her thin 
red lips. She parted them slightly as if to groan, and the man pushed the 
tip of his tongue into her pink mouth. Suddenly the camera shot came from 
the frontal view. 

The woman's mouth opened by just another crack to reveal her own pink tongue 
flashing about within her lips. She reached it out to lick the ridges of her 
now parched lips, and she shuddered when she met his own tongue now firmly 
implanted in the corner of her own mouth. She bent her head into his to get 
more of his tongue into her mouth as she wrapped her pink slab of writhing 
muscle around the red heavy tongue of the negro. In the corner of the 
picture it was possible to see the man's hands pressing into the woman's 
heavy, firm breasts. 

Finally, the man tore himself away from the white girl. He walked over to 
the bed and stood beside it, waiting. The woman almost fell when he pulled 
away. Her knees were shaking with desire. She looked into the mirror and saw 
the reflection of the man waiting for her beside the bed. Slowly she turned 
and swayed over to the bed. She pulled off the covers before laying down and 
revealed red satin sheets underneath. The man chuckled as he saw them and 
continued to wait for the woman to climb into bed. For some reason the woman 
hesitated before climbing in. Donna fantasized that the woman was feeling a 
twinge of guilt as she thought about her husband or whoever it was that she 
had bought the satin sheets for. Finally, however, the woman slipped into 
bed. 

The man also waited for a second and then climbed right on top of her. He 
still wore his dirt stained jeans, and as he pressed his dark body against 
the woman's, he stained her pink tingling flesh with the mud from her 
garden. The woman writhed underneath him, as he covered her mouth with his 
own and kissed her passionately. He pulled his head back to reveal their two 
tongues locked in an embrace. The woman had both arms locked around the 
man's powerful back, and she desperately pressed his naked chest to hers. 

The man got to his knees after a while breaking her hold without any effort 
whatsoever. He kneeled over her and began to fumble with the dirty zipper on 
his jeans. The white woman looked up in awe, and also seemed a bit nervous 
about what was going to come out of that zipper. Donna too wondered if this 
man would be as well-hung as the Negroes of her fantasies. 

The man, however, apparently though better of tipping his hand so easily. He 
stopped fumbling with his rusty zipper and crawled up over the woman's face. 
She reached up with her hands to feel the huge bulge in the crotch of his 
pants and her mouth widened in pleasure as she felt underneath it. She sat 
up a little and began to struggle with the zipper herself. She tugged for 
what seemed like minutes as Donna, Kay and their three friends waited 
breathlessly in the audience. The zipper came all the way down, but the 
man's cock was still pinned inside of his jeans. The woman desperately 
fumbled with the button at the waist of the man's pants and finally pulled 
it off in a frenzy. She pulled the man's jeans down to his knees and gasped 
in admiration at the size and beauty of his erection. 

It was almost purple and it fell into her hands with a resounding plop. She 
stared up at it in awe. The camera took an overhead shot and the cock seemed 
easily as big and thick as the woman's whole head. It was even bigger than 
Donna had expected. As it waved on the screen, she could almost taste it 
entering her tiny red lips. But she felt the same wave of fear that she knew 
must be going through the woman underneath the huge cock as well. How would 
she fit that huge chocolate tube inside of her tight little pussy? Donna and 
the others waited to see what would happen. 

The woman rubbed the cock with both of her hands. There were bits of caked 
dirt on the shaft of it, apparently more mud from the garden. The woman 
brushed them off, and began to kiss the tip of the purple and swollen prick. 
The man remained expressionless. Clearly he was used to a more spirited 
reaction when he unveiled his mighty weapon. The woman continued to kiss the 
cock lightly, but she was beginning to warm to her task. Donna groaned in 
envy when she saw the woman's tongue flit across the bottom of the huge 
shaft of black flesh. She tasted the pungent aroma of cock in her mouth for 
a second as her imagination got the better of her. Kay in the seat next to 
her was beginning to rock slowly back and forth; Donna could feel her bare 
thigh brushing back and forth against her own, and could smell her friend's 
love juices beginning to flow. 

The black man allowed the white woman to worship his gorged manhood for a 
while before seeking his own enjoyment. He got to his feet slowly dragging 
the woman with him as she hung onto his massive tool. 

When he got to his feet, he kicked his way out of his jeans and stood naked 
and proud before the homy housewife. He leaned down with his hands and ran 
them over her naked pink flesh, smiling as she gasped with anticipation of 
what was to come. 

She arched her hips up at him, and he slapped them back down. She cringed 
before his powerful blow and waited patiently for him to do whatever he 
wanted. The man started to pull off her pink panties, then with a sudden 
yank, he ripped them off of her body. He held the tom panties in one hand 
and bent further down to take a deep whiff from the woman's cunt. Her pubic 
hair was light brown and fleecy like wisps of cotton, so he ran his hands 
through it. His tongue darted out of his mouth and the woman arched her hips 
to meet it. 

The man burrowed his mammoth muscle into her vagina and she called out in 
what sounded like agony, but what Donna knew to be incredible pleasure. 

"Oooohhhhhh!" 

The man now climbed up on the bed in a kneeling position. He put his strong 
hairy hands under the woman's fleshy ass cheeks and pulled her toward his 
mouth. The woman was absolutely helpless in his arms. Her head hung 
backwards onto the bed; her arms were swung wildly over her head, and her 
groans got louder as the man plunged his tongue inside of her pussy. 

When he had enough of her cunt, he released and she fell back to the 
mattress in a heap. The man clamped his hands onto her meaty thighs and 
spread her legs as far apart as they would go. The woman was pleading with 
him to fuck her. She reached for his cock, but he held it out of her 
grasping hands and prepared to shove himself into the white woman's pink, 
quivering pussy. Donna stopped as she waited tensely for the man to 
continue. She stared at his huge purple cock and couldn't believe that he 
would be able to fit himself into the tiny hole between the white woman's 
legs. But he did. 

He practically threw himself onto the writhing body underneath him, but his 
waist was so slim that the camera was able to pick up an almost unobstructed 
view of the massive meatroll plunging into the lips of the white woman's 
cunt. She screamed as she felt it enter her and scratched wildly at his 
back. Her hands advanced to his black ass and she began to push her pink 
fingers into his ass as he humped her. The man grabbed her hands away from 
his asshole and held her pinned to the bed. 

Donna imagined what it must feel like to be fucked by a Negro. She felt the 
man's kinky hair scraping against her own tender flesh; she felt his huge 
cock thrashing into her like a warm and meaty baseball bat; she felt his 
weighty tongue filling her mouth; with a hand pinning her helpless to the 
mattress; the silken sheets under her back, soft and voluptuous against her 
naked flesh. 

An instant later, Donna climaxed. 

She plunged her fingers in and out of herself and tried to control her 
instinctive impulse to cry and rock furiously against her hand. She stared 
at the screen as the black stud fucked the white suburban housewife 
unmercifully, and Donna came. It felt as though the orgasm would never end! 
She rubbed her tingling thigh against Kay's, and felt the girl shiver with 
delight as she too watched the forbidden pleasures on the screen. 

Donna's whole body was quaking with lust as she shoved her fingers in and 
out of her cunt. It felt strange to the normally uninhibited girl to have to 
control herself at a time like this, but she did her best to do so. 

% The black man pulled his cock out of the woman's cunt. It pulsed in the 
air as it wiggled up the girl's body. 

Donna knew that he was headed for the woman's mouth and felt a groan escape 
from her lips as she thought of the taste sensation in store for the woman. 
The man's prick was already well lubricated from the woman's cunt. He rubbed 
it across her pillowy tits, and tapped the tip against the woman's pink half 
opened lips. He settled his huge cock deeper into the crevice between the 
woman's breasts and thrust toward her mouth. She seemed a little hesitant 
about taking his slimy, purple cock in her mouth, but the black man was 
insistent. She tried to take a little at a time, but he held her arms down 
and pumped his way into her mouth. 

Her eyes widened as she felt the cock expand her lips and fill her mouth. He 
pulled it out and the woman squirmed. 

"No," she said to him, "you're too big, you'll hurt me!" 

But the black man plunged back into her mouth. Donna felt the warm sour 
taste of cock flood her memory bank and put herself in the helpless woman's 
place. She imagined herself squirming under the powerful thrusts of the man 
and pleaded with him not to come in her mouth between thrusts just as the 
woman in the picture did. 

"Unnnhhh, stop, please! Unnnhhhh, no don't. I don't want you to, uunnnhhhh!" 

The man was shaking visibly as he worked his way to a climax. The woman 
began to get into it at last. Her tongue flashed out of her mouth when he 
withdrew and licked the bouncing tip in front of her as if daring it to 
re-enter her aching jaw. The man pushed home with a frenzy, and Donna knew 
from the look of awe on the woman's cock-stuffed face that he had just 
exploded into a come. 

The man's voice growled from deep within his furry chest as the semen 
spurted out of him. He pulled his cock out of the woman's gorged jaws for 
the benefit of the camera and spurted a jet of sperm in her mouth. 

He plunged right back in and finished his orgasm inside of her mouth. The 
woman sucked as best she could but was unable to contain all the warm, milky 
liquid that flowed into her mouth. It flowed out the corners of her mouth 
and onto the flushed white skin of her neck. The man continued to thrust 
until he was finished, then he extracted himself from the woman's mouth and 
held his still near rigid tool in front of her face while she eagerly licked 
the last drops of cream from the tip of his cock. 

Donna was exhausted by the time the scene was over and hoped that there 
would be more to the picture so that she would get a chance to recover 
before making her way back to the reality of the world outside the theater. 
But the episode signalled the end of the show, and the five girls, dazed and 
groggy from the events they had witnessed, stumbled to the blinding sunlight 
of the street. 

They were quiet as they made their way through the downtown area. They 
decided to take the bus back to the hotel and were glad that they didn't 
have to wait that long at the stop. As they rode through the town, the girls 
whispered among themselves about the movie. 

"I thought it was disgusting," giggled one of the girls. 

"Yechh, I thought I was gonna get sick when that guy came in the girl's 
mouth," giggled another. 

"I thought it was pretty good," Donna replied a little offended at hearing 
one of her favorite fantasies branded as disgusting. 

Lorri turned toward Donna with a smirk, glad to have an opportunity to taunt 
the beautiful and self assured girl: "Would you let someone come in your 
mouth, Donna?" 

The girls tittered hysterically. 

"I wouldn't even let Tommy kiss me, let alone come on me," Donna fired back 
at the girl. Tommy was her boyfriend, and Lorri continually bragged about 
how smart he was. "But I'd let a real man do whatever he wanted to me." 

Lorri's face burned in anger, but she didn't reply. 

The rest of the day, and then the rest of the week passed quickly. The boys 
were busy practicing and playing, day and night. The girls also practiced 
and cheered their team on during their games, but had a lot more free time 
on their hands than the boys did. 

Too much free time! 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

On the day before the final game between Central High and Warren High, a 
group of students from Central arrived at the hotel. Because of the long 
trip, the students had gotten permission to stay overnight for the big game. 
Donna and Kay; we re overjoyed to see new faces around, especially new male 
faces. 

When the busload of students arrived at the hotel, the girls were all there 
to welcome them. Donna made sure she looked her best. She knew that Tony 
Atchinson, her old boyfriend and the star quarterback of the Central 
football team, would be there. 

"I thought you girls would've been sick of guys by now. What with spending 
two whole weeks with the basketball team." 

Donna knew that he was hinting around about Roger before he tried anything, 
but she wanted to keep him guessing so she changed the subject. 

"D'you bring any grass with you?" 

"Sure! You mean you didn't? What have you been doing for the past two weeks 
anyway?" 

But Donna concentrated on the dope. She was dying for a good hit and was 
glad to have an attentive male playing court to her. It seemed that it was 
true. Once you let a guy go all the way, he seemed to lose respect for you. 
She had screwed around with four different men during the past week, and 
every one of them was more interested in basketball than her body. It was 
downright depressing. 

As they smoked Tony did his isometrics. He pulled at his arms between pokes 
and pressed one part of his body against the other. Donna loved to watch him 
exercise, and he knew it. She loved the way his steel hard muscles rippled 
and flexed under his tight fitting clothes. He wore his hair long during the 
off-season, and it flew around his face as he began to move around the room 
like a caged animal. 

Donna knew that he was homy, but she had no intention of fooling around with 
him until she was good and ready. As far as she was concerned that wouldn't 
be for quite some time yet. 

Tony let Donna finish the joint herself, and she sucked it down greedily. 
She sat on the floor; her back pressed against the bed and watched Tony 
-stride around the room examining every nook and cranny. 

"Whas the matter with you? Why don' you sit and relax." 

As she stumbled over the words, Donna realized that she was really high. 
Tony stopped for a moment and began to laugh. Donna couldn't help but join 
in. She rolled onto her side and fought to control the laughter. 

Finally, she sat up with a great deal of effort and put her hands to the 
side of her throbbing head. 

"Wow," she cried out, "this stuff is really good! I'm fucked!" 

Tony stopped giggling, and Donna winced at her Freudian slip. Just when she 
thought she had gained control of the situation too. She blushed furiously 
as Tony stumbled over to her. 

"Hey, hey, where'd you learn to talk like that? You never talked like that 
when we were gong out together." 

"Oh, shut up, Tony. It's just a phrase." Donna got up and tried to stomp 
into the bathroom, but she felt a sudden giddy rush of blood when she got to 
her feet and bent over again in laughter. This time Tony joined her. He 
walked over to her and pulled her helpless body over to the bed. She was 
laughing so hard that she couldn't stop! Tony began to unbutton her blouse, 
and she struggled to stop him. He pulled her blouse open and stuck a hand 
inside. 

"Aha! I thought so. No bra, huh?" 

Tony's voice sounded as thick as her own, but neither of them was laughing 
anymore. Donna lay on the bed panting for breath. His touch sent tingles 
through her body. She told herself it was only the grass, but allowed him to 
keep his hand where it was. After all, what difference did it make if she 
let him feel her up? 

Soon Tony had both hands inside of her blouse, one on each mound of flesh. 
Donna had gotten her breath back, but her chest continued to heave up and 
down in excitement as she felt Tony's strong hands kneading her flesh. He 
pulled the blouse off completely, and his eyes bulged when he got a full 
look at her gorgeous titties. 

"Wow, Donna! You've really gotten bigger since last year. The last time I 
saw your breasts they were only 32B's." 

Donna gurgled with delight. She loved to be complimented about her superb 
physical attributes. There was more than a trace of pride in her voice when 
she responded. 

"I'm a 36C now, Tony. Do you like them?" Tony didn't answer. Instead, he 
leaned his face down to her boobs and began to suck on one and then the 
other. Her nipples were standing straight on edge by the time he was 
finished but Donna didn't object. It felt good, and besides, what harm would 
it do if she let him suck on her tits? 

Tony sucked on her tits contentedly for over a quarter of an hour. They were 
creamy to his taste. His tongue whipped around the swollen nipples and 
played with the circle of red flesh that surrounded them. As he sucked on 
one tit he played with the other with his free hand. Time and again, he 
thought Donna was ready for more, but time and again she stopped his hand 
before it reached the zipper of her pants. Tony felt his boner throbbing 
against his jeans and knew that if he wasn't able to relieve himself soon, 
he would have a bad case of blue-balls that night. He was about to try one 
more time to get at Kay's gorgeous snatch when there was a knock at the 
door. 

He jumped up and tried to hunch over to make his erection less noticeable as 
he went to the door. Donna saw him going and hissed at him from the bed. 

"Tony, wait a minute! I have to get dressed yet!" 

Tony stood in front of the door as the knocking grew louder. Donna madly 
fumbled with her blouse and smoothed the rumpled bed covers. The knocking 
was getting louder and louder! It sounded like the door would splinter under 
the heavy blows. 

"Hurry up, Donna! They'll knock the door down, if you don't hurry!" 

Finally, Donna finished and Tony opened the door. It was the whole group of 
visiting students! They piled into the room winking confidentially to both 
Tony and Donna. Kay was apologetic, but explained that they had insisted. 
She didn't have to explain to Donna who was really a little relieved for the 
interruption. Her resolution to hold off Tony until the proper moment had 
almost failed. ! 

They spent the rest of the night under the watchful eye of their aged Math 
teacher. The cheerleaders found it hard to get used to constant supervision 
again after all the freedom they had enjoyed, but the presence of their 
friends made it easier to adjust to. 

Saturday turned out to be a dark and forbidding day. The team ate their 
breakfast in a state of tension so thick that it could have been cut with a 
chainsaw. The cheerleaders soon were infected by the tense mood and passed 
it on to the visiting students. 

While the team had their last team meeting of the year, everyone else 
congregated in the lobby of the hotel to discuss the coming game. They 
talked throughout the morning and left early in the afternoon for the arena, 
anxious to secure good seats. 

The game seemed to take forever to start, but once it got started, the time 
seemed to slip away faster than ever. As expected James Kerrow didn't start. 
His team-mates pulled out to an early lead, and for the first half at least, 
seemed to be having an easy time of it. 

The Central High team was nervous and missed a lot of easy baskets in the 
beginning of the game. They started to catch up as the first half drew to a 
close, but were still losing by ten at halftime. 

The students were despondent. They thought that the team would win easily, 
but the cheerleaders and even the team itself seemed to be pleasantly 
surprised by the score. Kerrow started the second half as a precaution, but 
Central continued to narrow the margin. In the closing minutes of the game, 
the score see-sawed back and forth. Roger sunk a basket with only one minute 
left that put his team out in front by one point. The Warren team decided to 
go for one basket. They kept possession of the ball until there were only 
ten seconds left in the game and then went into what was obviously a set 
play. With three seconds left Kerrow charged toward the hoop with what would 
be the winning basket. He spun gracefully in the air and banked a shot off 
the backboard. The ball rolled around the rim three times before spinning 
out without going through the net. The buzzer sounded as the ball fell to 
the court and Central had retained their championship. 

Donna and Kay charged into the victorious locker room after the game. 
Everybody was going crazy and nobody seemed to notice their presence. One of 
the black boys on the team picked up one of the squealing girls and hurled 
her into the shower room. Kay was soaked, but she was too happy to care. 
Seconds later Donna was dragged in too. Soon the steaming room was filled 
with naked boys from the team. They were mildly surprised to see the two 
cheerleaders in there with them, but were too busy thumping each other on 
the back to get upset. 

Donna tried to get out of the shower, but was playfully pushed back into the 
steaming water by one of the team members. She slipped and fell oh some soap 
and before she knew what was happening she felt someone on top of her. Her 
scanty cheerleading outfit was soaked through, and the boy on top of her 
pulled it frantically from her body. Kay saw what was happening and tried to 
get out herself, but was stopped. Right outside the room was a crowd full of 
people. Reporters, Coaches, Politicians, and School Officials were milling 
about caught up in the excitement of the come from behind victory, but 
because of the steam, everything that went on in the shower could not be 
seen. : Nobody would be able to hear the girls, even if they did scream, 
because of the pandemonious celebration going on all around them. The shower 
was the perfect place for a gang-bang! 

Donna couldn't tell who was on top of her. She struggled fiercely, but she 
was completely naked in a matter of seconds. She felt someone else hold her 
as they tied her arms behind her back, blindfolded her, and then gagged her. 
Not until the gag was on did she realize what was going on. Up until then, 
she thought that the boys were just getting a bit carried away, that they 
would never dare to try to rape her in a locker room filled with people! She 
kicked out wildly, and two boys held her legs down. Her arms were tied so 
tightly behind her back that she thought they would break from the pressure 
as they lay on top of her. 

As Donna struggled on the slippery floor of the shower room, Kay found 
herself in almost the same predicament. Roger had pulled her off to the 
depths of the room and had tripped her before she could blink an eye. Unlike 
Donna, though, she found herself getting a bit turned on by the events. 
Roger stood naked in front of her with her ripped uniform in his hands. : He 
was soon joined by a few team-mates and together they tied Kay's hands over 
her head to a shower nozzle. Kay began to get a bit frightened as the number 
of boys gathered around her began to increase, and they finally had to hold 
her legs as Roger initiated the ceremonies. 

This time, he didn't bother with the foreplay, but plunged his throbbing 
cock inside of the helpless young girl's twat-hole and pumped her full of 
sperm. He came almost immediately, and Kay reeled in pain as she felt the 
wildness of his thrusts. His face was only inches from hers. She saw him 
clench his teeth, contort his face in agony as the come erupted from his 
cock. Kay felt herself getting hotter by the moment as she realized the full 
import of her situation. Her now throbbing pussy would have to eat every 
cock in the room. 

She was going to be fucked so hard that she'd have to walk bow-legged for a 
month. But she was determined to enjoy every moment of it. 

Bill Sayers, the tall black center of the team, went next. He was so tall 
that he had to lift Kay up by her hams and place her onto his cock. She was 
glad that Roger's sperm was already inside her when she felt his tremendous 
rod burrowing into her tender pink pussy lips. She gasped with fright as he 
pumped all the way into her. It felt for a moment as thought the young man's 
cock would burst through the walls of her cunt! 

Kay wriggled her hips around his huge cocks and stuck her pink tongue out of 
her mouth to lash it furiously at his mouth. Bill was momentarily startled, 
but soon covered her sweet tongue with his own writhing muscle. He followed 
hers back into her mouth and smothered her thick red lips with a juicy kiss. 
Kay humped harder against his cock;, she swung her breasts around and wacked 
them against the side of his chest. Her hands were tied firmly over her 
head, but her legs were free, and she wrapped them around the black youth's 
hips. That left Bill free to explore the mounds of soft flesh quivering on 
Kay's chest. He pinched her helpless nipples until they were raw and 
puckered. He brought his pounding cock all the way out of her cunt and 
leaned down to get a suck of her tits. Kay squealed in pleasure and tried to 
squirm back onto his massive organ. The best she could do was to get the 
mushroom-shaped tip of his erection inside the outer lips of her twat. She 
shivered at the delicate sensation and came violently: "Uunhh, uunnhhh, 
uunnhhhhh!!" 

Bill plunged into her with all of his cock and Kay continued to come all 
over his raging manhood. She felt the boy's lips quaking against her 
delicious rosy nipples and his cock swelling inside of her. She knew that he 
was about to come, and her eyes glazed with awe. His cock was so hard inside 
of her, so swollen that she thought it would burst, if the black boy didn't 
come soon. But still he continued to pump in and out of her. 

She wriggled her naked body against his, slapping the side of his face with 
her heavy breasts. She squealed and pressed his ass into her with the heels 
of her feet. He tried to slow down to prolong his come, but Kay wouldn't let 
him. The girl felt as if she were being fucked by a stallion. She wrapped 
her legs tighter and tighter around him, fearful that she would be thrown 
from off of his bucking cock. She looked down at the weapon he was plunging 
in and out of her, and her lips formed a silent: "Oooooooooo!" 

The boy screamed, and she knew that the deluge had begun! Kay stared down at 
the thick cock pumping sperm into her tight little pussy and felt another 
orgasm begin to rock her body. The sperm bubbled out of her and ran down the 
crack of her ass, as the couple rocked against each other. 

"Ohhhh, yeah! Ohhhh, mamaaaaaa!!" 

Kay just squealed and rolled her head. The shower water splashed across her 
body from the spurting nozzle over her head, and the cock inside of her twat 
spurted gallons of wet hot sperm up into her womb. 

When Bill was finished he pulled his huge, black cock out of her cunt and 
retreated to check out the other party. Now that he had fucked one of these 
gorgeous white pussies, he might as well fuck both of them. 

Donna was being fucked by one of the scrubs. Her hands were untied by now, 
but were being held down by two other boys as she was raped. Her face was 
covered with a blindfold and a gag made out of her own uniform, and Bill 
stood on the side to wait for his turn at bat. Before he began to fuck her 
though, he removed her blindfold. He wanted her to know who was fucking her. 
Donna's eyes widened with disgust when she saw the tall black youth standing 
over her. He waved his still dripping cock against one of her pure white 
cheeks, and were it not for the gag, he would have fucked her mouth. 

After Bill had regained his full erection, he plunged himself into Donna's 
already sperm filled cunt. She jumped when she felt the boy plunge his 
tube-steak into her aching twat. Bill pushed the other boys aside and held 
her arms down himself. After a few soft thrusts of his hips, he let her arms 
go and held on to her hunks of tit for dear life. She struggled madly to 
throw the black man off of her, but he was too big, too powerful. She 
scratched at his back and face, but he twisted her nipples when she lashed 
out causing her to contort in pain. 

Soon Donna was completely passive to her rapist's wishes. He patted her 
bruised tits and tried his best to soothe her as he rocked his cock into her 
hole. Then he turned her over so that her chest and cunt were plastered to 
the soapy tile floor of the shower. He stuck an exploratory finger into her 
asshole and left it there for a few seconds. No response. He pulled her ass 
up to his cock, gripping her by the front of her thighs and inserted himself 
inch by inch into her anus. 

Donna gasped for breath as she felt the huge cock burrowing into her. She 
scratched her helpless fingers against the hard floor in pain, trying 
desperately to gain a grip of something anything, and pull herself away from 
the onslaught of the black cock being thrust up inside of her ass. Her 
muscles contracted furiously and pain welled up inside of her as the huge 
center began to slowly drive his penis in and out of her pulsating ass. 

As Bill moved faster and faster, he began to feel a response from the girl 
underneath him. He reached over her back and fingered her massive breasts in 
his hands. Donna leaned down to lick his fingers. She hoisted herself up and 
thrust her ass back against his rigid erection, groaning as more and more of 
the penis was eaten by her sphincter. 

The two of them fucked like dogs on the floor of the shower. Donna squealed 
with lust when she felt his bloated balls slapping against her ass at the 
end of each thrust. He drew his hands out from her breasts and began to 
pinch the smooth, pink flesh of her buttocks. Donna was sweating from the 
steam of the shower; the floor was warm and slippery underneath her body. 
She rested on her elbows, and her nipples rubbed against the warm, sudsy 
floor. Bill stopped pinching her ass and began to spank her with the palms 
of his hands as he fucked her puckered asshole. He felt another load of 
sperm getting ready to squirt the length of his cock and flood the girl's 
ass. Donna felt his cock pulsating inside of her; he reached down with one 
of her hands and began to rub her clit in circles. The two came together in 
long, exquisite bursts of pleasure. 

"Uhhh, uhhhh, uhhhh, uhhhh!" 

"Ahh, ahhh, ahhh, ahhhhh!" 

After it was all over, the girls remained in the shower-room, huddled 
together in a dark corner of the room. 

The locker room soon cleared, and the girls were able to make their escape. 
They dressed in the boys' soiled clothes, left scattered around the room by 
the jubilant team. It was dark out by the time they got back to their room, 
and they decided to pass up the victory celebration being held in the rooms 
of the team members and go straight to sleep. They were both dazed by the 
gang-banging that had been given to them and were embarrassed by their 
reaction to it. They knew that it was only a matter of time before the whole 
school heard about the wild celebration in the shower, and they were 
determined to stick together no matter what happened. 

Donna called her father, the next morning, and her and Kay stayed behind, to 
wait for him to come and pick them up in his car, when the team bus pulled 
away from the Hotel early that afternoon. It was a relief to be alone at 
last, and the two shaken girls clung to each other for sympathy while they 
waited. 

"You gonna tell your father what happened, Donna?" 

"Why? It would only upset him. You know that. Besides what am I going to 
tell him: Daddy, I was raped by the whole basketball team, and I enjoyed it. 
He'd kill me!" 

"Yeah, I guess you're right. But what about school. You know that they'll 
tell everybody about how we raped them. We'll never hear the end of it." 

"Well, there's nothing much we can do about it. We'll just have to do the 
best we can!" 

Mr. Marino arrived late that afternoon, puzzled and upset by Donna's call 
for help. He couldn't imagine what would have prompted her to let the bus 
leave without her. He sat in her room as she packed and tried to get an 
answer out of her. Kay had already brought her bags downstairs in order to 
give them a chance to talk if they wanted to. 

"All right, Donna, now tell me what happened. I have a right to know." 

"Nothing happened, Daddy. Why do you always ask me what's happened?" 

But Donna was crying and soon told her father everything. Much to her 
surprise, he was sympathetic. She found herself sitting on his lap with his 
strong arms wrapped around her body. He rocked her back and forth on his lap 
as she told him every ghastly detail of the post-game celebration. She was 
afraid to tell him that she had actually enjoyed it, but after a lot of 
coaxing from her father even that came out. 

Mr. Marino suggested that the girls stay another day or two before returning 
home. "Give you a chance to get back together again," he mumbled soothingly 
at her. "I'll call Kay's parents and let them know." 

"Oh, Daddy, I promised Kay, I wouldn't tell. 'Please don't tell them about 
what happened! Just tell them that I'm sick or something, and that you're 
going to stay with us. She'll want to tell them herself, I'm sure of it!" 

"All right, honey, all right. Now you go tell Kay while I call them All 
right?" 

Donna ran down to tell Kay all about it. : The young girl was grateful that 
her father had not flown into one of his customary rages, and for the moment 
had forgotten about her pain and humiliation. Kay sat in the lobby with her 
head buried in a magazine. Her bags were piled up like a wall. When she saw 
Donna running toward her across the crowded lobby, she couldn't imagine why 
she was so buoyant. Donna ran up to her friend and threw her arms around 
her. 

"I told him! I told him!" 

"What did he do? Congratulate you? Why are you so happy?" 

But Donna could not be put off by Kay's gloom. She continued to hug her 
friend and told her everything that had happened between her and her father, 
while they had been alone. When she got to the part about her father calling 
Kay's parents to explain, Kay jumped to her feet and screamed. 

"He's doing what! Oh, no!" 

Kay began to run for the elevator, but realized almost immediately that if 
he was going to tell them about her shame, he would have already done so by 
the time she could get to the room. She stopped short in her tracks, 
confused and crushed. Donna ran after her and almost knocked into her when 
Kay pulled up short. 

"What's the matter with you? I didn't say he was going to tell them 
everything! Do you think I'm that stupid?" 

Kay listened not knowing what to think and then began to cry. She hadn't 
shown any emotion since their spell in the shower room and now the terrible 
emotional shame began to well out of her like an infection. 

Donna held her tenderly in the middle of the hotel lobby. The people rushing 
all about them stopped to look at them, but neither girl cared. Together 
they walked to the elevator and rode up to their floor. Kay continued to cry 
as they walked down the corridor, and when they entered their room and saw 
Mr. Marino just hanging up the phone after talking to her parents, she cried 
even louder. 

Donna and her father tucked the almost hysterical young girl into her bed. 
They waited with her until she fell into a deep sleep and then left to let 
her regroup her shattered emotions. Outside the door to the room Donna 
looked lovingly into the strong face of her father. 

"Gee, Daddy, I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't come. I 
really appreciate it." 

The girl threw her arms around her father and hugged him warmly. Her father 
coughed when a middle-aged couple passed in the hall, and broke the embrace, 
smiling sheepishly. 

"I'm afraid it doesn't look so good to be hugged by a girl as young as my 
daughter outside of a hotel room. If you know what I mean." 

"Oh, Daddy, that's silly. Who cares what they think? I am your daughter, and 
I love you a lot." 

Mr. Marino put his arm around his daughter's slim shoulders and together 
they went to retrieve Kay's luggage. On the way down in the elevator, the 
father and daughter hugged each other as they spoke. 

"I think I'm going to see about getting something for you, Donna. After 
things settle down." 

"I don't think you'll have to, Daddy. Mom has already gotten the pill for 
me. Didn't she tell you?" 

"No, I had no idea. Well, I guess it's a lucky thing you were on the pill. 
You have been taking them, haven't you?" 

"I've been taking them all along. Just in case." 

"Good. Now you go and see about the bags. Just stay by them, and I'll be 
right with you. I've got some things to take care of." 

"Like what?" 

"Oh, first of all, I'm going to see if I can't get a tranquilizer for Kay. I 
think she could use a good night's rest. 

Then I'm going to get me a room, and see about making dinner reservations 
for the two of us. I think you could use some R and R after what you've been 
through, honey." 

The rest of the afternoon passed like a dream. Donna felt just like a 
Princess in a Fairy Tale being rescued by a Knight in shining armor. Her 
father went out of his way to treat her like a young lady, and after her 
recent experiences, Donna was pleased and grateful. 

They ate that night in a very fancy restaurant in the middle of the town. It 
was on the top floor of the biggest skyscraper in town, and the view from 
their table, was magnificent. The whole city lay sprawled under their window 
like a map. Mr. Marino had never allowed Donna to drink any kind of 
alcoholic beverage, but tonight he made an exception. He ordered a bottle of 
the most expensive imported champagne and allowed his daughter to drink 
freely throughout her meal. Donna had never tasted champagne before, but she 
soon found that she loved it. Her and her father finished the first bottle 
halfway through the evening, and she was surprised when her father ordered 
another bottle of the same thing. 

It made her feel like a grown-up! 

"Why, Daddy, are you trying to get me drunk?" the girl giggled as she downed 
another glass of the bubbling wine. 

Her father smiled his approval and together, they drank a toast to their new 
friendship. Donna was drunk by the time they left the restaurant, but she 
attributed her high spirits to her generous father's presence and not simply 
to the expensive champagne. On the way home in the car, Donna snuggled into 
the arm of her father as he drove them back to the Hotel. She felt all warm 
and tingly, as if yesterday had never happened. Donna was proud when her 
father kept his arm draped around her shoulder as they walked through the 
hotel lobby. 

She had always considered her father to be attractive and enjoyed the stares 
of the hotel patrons as they mistook the father and daughter for lovers. 

Her father walked her up to her room and softly kissed her goodnight. Donna 
went into her room, and heard her father go into his room right next door. 
She wished that she could have stayed with him that night, just as she did 
when she was younger. Back then, she thought to herself as she got 
undressed, if anything went wrong, I could sleep with Daddy all night long. 
She wanted to talk to Kay, to tell her about her wonderful father, but her 
friend was sleeping soundly as a result of the tranquilizer Mr. Marino had 
given her. 

Donna was still too keyed up to sleep. She walked about the room in her 
nightgown and listened carefully for any sounds coming from her father's 
room. She could swear she heard the sound of him pacing back and forth. She 
listened for a long time to be sure and then stealthily creeped out into the 
hallway. She tapped lightly on his door and called softly into him: "Dad, 
are you still up? It's me Donna." 

The door opened and her father greeted her. He was still dressed in his 
sport coat, and Donna stepped past him to enter the room. 

"Donna, what's wrong? Is something bothering you?" 

"I couldn't sleep, and I heard you walking around in here, so I thought we'd 
keep each other company." 

The father retreated to the bed. He sat down and sighed heavily. Donna 
advanced to his side and then climbed into his lap. She kissed the top of 
his forehead and rocked herself in his arms. 

"Remember when I was little, and you used to let me sleep with you? Can we 
do that again tonight, Daddy? 

Just for tonight. Kay won't know. She's out cold. No one will know." 

Her father stopped rocking his daughter. There was a thin film of sweat on 
his forehead. His strong voice trembled a little when he replied. 

"What do you mean: when you were little. You're still little. You're still 
just a kid, my kid." : Donna was glad to hear the emotional tone in her 
father's voice, but she was a little indignant at what she considered to be 
an insult. 

"Hey, I'm not a kid anymore, Dad! Maybe you haven't noticed, but I've grown 
up in the past few years. I'm almost a woman now." 

As if to prove her point, Donna lifted one of her father's hands and placed 
it over her breasts. She was still a little high from the champagne, just 
enough to make her able to carry out her impulses. Mr. Marino jerked his 
hand away form his daughter's full breast line as if it had been red hot. 
Donna felt a hardness under her lap and knew that her father was getting 
embarrassed by it. 

"There's nothing to be ashamed of, Daddy. I'm proud that my body is able to 
turn you on." 

Her father blushed and looked up at her shyly. 

"You mean, you don't think your father is a dirty old man?" 

Donna threw her arms around her father and pressed her breasts against his 
chest as if to prove to him that there was nothing wrong with the feeling. 
He sighed as she hugged him. 

"Donna, would you mind, if I, if I, uh, ask you something?" 

"You can ask me anything you want, Daddy. I'd do anything for you, you know 
that." 

"You said before that you found yourself enjoying yourself a little when it 
happened the other day. Did you, well did you really like getting raped?" 

Donna was glad to be able to talk about it some more; she was overjoyed that 
her father was interested about her experience as well." 

"I didn't like it at first, but then after a while, I don't know I kinda 
liked it. I know I shouldn't have, but... " 

"But why not? If you enjoyed it^ you enjoyed it! I'm not trying to say that 
what those boys did was right, but I don't think you Should convince 
yourself your some kind of a slut or a nymphomaniac just because you were 
able to adjust to your situation. You should be proud of yourself not 
ashamed!" 

Her father seemed glad to get it off of his chest. He watched his daughter's 
face intently prepared to stop if he saw that he was offending her. He saw 
that he wasn't. Donna pressed her head against the side of his face and he 
felt her soft, full bosom press almost against his chin. She whispered in 
his ear, and he felt a shiver of guilty pleasure travel down his spine. 

"You're wonderful, Daddy. Do you know that I love you?" 

Donna giggled and her father asked her what was the matter. 

"Oh, I was just thinking, I wonder what all those people in the locker room 
would have thought." ; "What people?" 

"All the dignitaries and reporters and everybody. If they had only known 
what was going on, on the other side of the steam. They probably would have 
joined right in!" 

Her father laughed with her and asked her very shyly to tell him about the 
gang-bang again. She repeated her story, but this time she gave more 
attention to the specifics. She told how the warm soapy tile felt under her 
chest, how Bill, the black center, had pulled the blindfold off of her and 
fucked her up the ass. She even told this time that she had had a tremendous 
orgasm. 

As he talked, she felt the bulge under her lap grow harder and bigger. When 
she finished her father was breathing heavily so she loosened his tie for 
him. To her surprise, he put his hand on her bosom again and told her that 
he had never realized how mature she was getting. She thought she felt his 
hand rubbing against the fabric of the soft nightgown, but couldn't tell for 
sure. One thing she knew, was that she was getting a little excited herself. 
The memory of her raping really turned her on, and so did the persistent 
pressure of her father's hard-on underneath her lap. She decided later that 
it was probably the champagne that drove her to it, but at the moment it 
happened it all seemed so very natural! 

"Would you like to see how mature I'm getting, Daddy?" 

Her father didn't reply. Donna sprang to her feet, and before she knew what 
she was doing, she pulled the gown over her head and stood naked before her 
father's gaze. There was a long shocked silence. Donna felt her father's 
eyes survey every curve, every mound, every hair on her voluptuous young 
body. She stood there for a full minute with her hands thrust daringly on 
her hips, and her legs spread defiantly apart. Her father breathed loudly, 
or at least it seemed loudly. Donna could not hear her own breath, but she 
knew by the way that her chest was heaving up and down that she too was 
having trouble breathing. 

Finally, after a pause that seemed light years long at the time, he reached 
one of his hands to her heaving chest He had a pained expression on his 
face, as if he expected to meet rebuke from his beautiful daughter. 

He didn't. 

He ran his fingertips lightly over her nipples; she shivered at the touch. 
His hand slipped around to the small of her back and he pulled the young 
girl toward him. With his mouth, he tenderly licked her luscious tits. She 
said nothing, but ran her fingers through his thinning brown hair and 
offered herself up to him. Once the father had pulled her towards him, once 
he made the first move, Donna felt all the excess tension drain from her 
body. It was as if her orgasm started from that moment and built to an 
overwhelming pitch. 

The man pulled his daughter back to his lap and burrowed his head into her 
tender young breasts. She sighed with emotion as she felt her father 
nibbling where so many had been before. Soon he lifted his head up and 
covered her young expectant mouth with his own. Her tongue slid from her 
mouth and sought his. 

Mr. Marino returned his daughter's tongue-kiss eagerly. He rolled back onto 
the bed pulling his naked daughter's body on top of his. Her breasts swelled 
onto his chest in a wave of flesh. She rolled off of him to allow him to 
slip out of his clothes and watched as his red erection sprung loose from 
his pants at last. She grasped it in her hands and gently massaged it while 
he finished stripping. Then she rolled onto her back, eager to feel his cock 
inside of her. It was not a mystical experience for the father or the 
daughter; no visions of infinity danced through their minds, but it was a 
very lovely experience for the both of them. His cock inched into her hole 
and she helped him push it in with her own fingers. 

Gently, slowly, they made love to each other. As the pleasure mounted, they 
lost themselves in the steady rhythm of the fuck. It no longer mattered 
whether they were father or daughter, man or wife. They were two human 
beings who enjoyed each others bodies, and that was enough for the both of 
them. 

Donna came first; it was a soft come, and she had felt coming from the 
second that her father had touched her. Mr. Marino soon joined her, and 
Donna rocked him until he was dry. They slept afterwards and woke early so 
Donna could get back to her room before Kay came to her senses. 

Donna spent the rest of the early morning hours laying awake and turning 
over the events of the last few weeks in her mind. She wasn't sure what 
would happen when she returned to her school. She winced when she thought 
about the taunting insults she knew would be hurled at her and Kay. But 
somehow, she wasn't daunted. She felt that she had come of age on her trip, 
perhaps more so than the boys on the basketball team. They had faced a 
grueling and competitive schedule and come out on top. But Donna couldn't 
help thinking that their victory had been decided by chance. What if 
Kerrow's shot had rolled in to the hoop instead of bouncing out? 

The thought staggered her. The wild locker room celebration, the touching 
encounter with her father, and even the surge of self awareness that she was 
experiencing at that very moment would never have happened. She was 
astonished to find herself glad that everything had happened the way it did! 
She dozed off, only to be awakened few hours later by the voice of her 
father calling to her. In her dreams, she imagined him calling from inside 
of her own mind, as if he had become a part of her. She came to and realized 
that her father was calling to her from outside of her room. She jumped up 
to open the door and kissed him cheerfully on the lips. 

"Well, you're in a great mood this morning. How's Kay?" 

"Why don't you see for yourself? You can talk to us while we're getting 
dressed." 

"Nah, I'll tell you what, though. I'll meet you downstairs in the coffee 
shop for breakfast. In a half-hour?" 

Donna ran back into the room. She felt like it was Christmas morning, but 
couldn't say why, exactly. Kay was sitting up in bed yawning and stretching. 
She too was smiling. 

"It's about time you got up, sleepy head. I was just about to send for 
Prince Charming to come and kiss you awake." 

"What time is it? I don't know why, but I feel great this morning. It's 
weird, isn't it?" Donna kissed her friend and together they rushed to get 
dressed and meet Mr. Marino. They sat in the deserted Monday morning coffee 
shop of the hotel and laughed uproariously at themselves, the menu, the 
sunlight flooding through into the large and airy room, and life in general. 
The three of them felt bonded together and secure in each others company. 

From time to time Donna felt a gnawing fear in the back of her mind. She 
pushed it away throughout her cheerful breakfast, holding it at a distance 
for the long trip home. Not until they found themselves on the superhighway 
with hours of uninterrupted travel in front of them did Donna allow her 
fears for the future to bubble to the surface. In the clear light of the 
day, they seemed ridiculous. Everytime she thought about the minor 
humiliation that might; or might not, be waiting for her at home and school, 
she asked herself one short and pointed question. If she were able to do it 
all over again, what would she change? Which one of her strange and exciting 
experiences would she refuse the second time around? The answer came to her 
in an instant, and fiber of her being agreed with her response. 

Nothing! She would change nothing! It had all been worth it. All! 


THE END
